could you write carl grimes as your boyfriend? i love ur fics sm 😫😫
bf!carl grimes who fell in love quietly. one second you’re his best friend, the next he can’t stop thinking about you
bf!carl grimes who thinks you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. though, he gets embarrassed if someone points out his staring
bf!carl grimes who finds reasons to volunteer for runs if you’re going.
bf!carl grimes who lets you—and only you—change his bandage around his eye
bf!carl grimes who falls asleep easier when he’s holding you
bf!carl grimes who isn’t big on grand gestures but he shows his love through quiet actions
bf!carl grimes who absolutely adores when you wear one of his flannels or jackets
bf!carl grimes who occasionally lets you wear his hat when you’re working out in the heat
bf!carl grimes who always kisses you like the world is ending tomorrow
bf! carl grimes who secretly hopes Rick will eventually let the two of you have a place of your own in Alexandria
bf!carl grimes who loves you with every hopeful piece of himself the apocalypse couldn’t take away
bf!carl grimes who paces half of alexandria when you’re out on a run without him
bf!carl grimes who loves when you play with his hair
bf!carl grimes who loves watching you take care of judith
bf!carl grimes who is impossibly glad you chose him
authors note: uhmm i hope you guys don’t hate me… but i’ve been so fucking busy with life and i recently went through a break up LMAOOO but anyways, i can’t promise that i’ll be posting consistently soo.. but i will be posting this!!! yayy!!! i’ll try to post more (when im not lazy) but ive been in such writers block and its so easy to get lazy. [someone request spencer reid bcs im such a slut for him sorry]. im sorry this is short, and im sorry its just been headcanons! i will write a fic soon!!!!! im sorryyyy!! i love you all! bye loves <3
summary: Enid always knew dating Negan's daughter wouldn't be easy. Years after the war, when you decide to become the new leader of the Sanctuary, it seems the time has finally come to find out.
a/n: HEY, This is a short one-shot from a fanfic with a lot of lore, so it feels a bit condensed. Enid coffee killer lives on in our hearts.
contet warnings: fem!reader, no use of Y/N Smith!reader (Negan daughter), angst, mentions of cancer, grief, parental neglect, references to walkers, post-war TWD, post-saviors, pre-whisperers, coffee die, not so canon ok.
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Enid had always known that dating Negan's daughter wouldn't be easy. She knew it from the first time she saw you, from the way she froze when she looked at you, with those wide eyes and how small you seemed standing next to the man who had terrorized them in Alexandria.
She knew it every time you snuck out of the Sanctuary to see her, no matter how dangerous it was or how capable your father was of ruining everything.
You hated your father. It started at the very beginning, when he disappeared for weeks searching for your mother's cancer medication. When he came back, it was already too late. He only found you crying with a knife in your hand, unable to put down your mother after she'd reanimated.
You recognized that feeling as hatred the first time you saw him give that damn bat the same name as your mother.
When he forgot your name and started calling you nothing more than a shortened version of Lucille. That ghost of your mother haunted you for years.
Especially when you stopped remembering who he had been before all of this. You didn't recognize Negan as your father anymore.
The Savior War was over. You had betrayed Negan, helping Eugene sabotage the Saviors' weapons.
You swore it was finally over.
He was behind bars in Alexandria. You never went to visit him. You never worried about him.
At last, you were with Enid, watching her become Siddiq's apprentice and grow into an incredible doctor.
Everything was fine until you heard it.
Daryl was now leading the Sanctuary, but he clearly hated everything about that place.
You overheard him arguing with Rick about it when the group—though now divided into several communities—gathered to bring supplies to the Sanctuary. Their crops weren't growing, and food was beginning to run low.
Being within those walls again made your stomach turn, seeing how some of the Saviors had painted "we are still Negan" across the walls.
Even so, most of them hated your father too.
And even so, you offered to lead that place without hesitation.
That's why you left Hilltop, and ever since then, you've been leading the Sanctuary as it slowly began to thrive.
Those people weren't so different from you, and it surprised you that they truly didn't hate you the way they hated Negan. After all, most of them—including you—were simply victims of what your father had become.
Now they called you by your name, but even with all of that, you couldn't be completely happy.
Not away from Enid.
Your girlfriend, on the other hand, couldn't believe you had chosen the Sanctuary over her.
She hadn't even spoken to you since she found out about your decision.
Today, you went to visit her at Hilltop.
The moment Enid saw you arriving, climbing down from your horse and walking toward her, she knew she was doomed.
It was the most awkward hug you'd ever shared—after the first one, of course.
Now the two of you sat together in Hilltop's new improvised coffee shop. They served you both a cup of coffee. Nothing out of the ordinary, until you noticed something.
The heart.
A heart drawn into the foam.
You couldn't even remember what you had been saying to Enid when you went silent staring at it.
Especially made for you. The people there admired you despite being Negan's daughter because you betrayed him and chose the "right side," helping bring your father down from the very beginning of the war.
And that was true.
Except everything you did had been to protect the girl sitting across from you now.
Enid called your name, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked at her with a soft smile and pink cheeks.
Not because of her.
Because of that stupid heart.
Enid didn't waste any time grabbing her spoon and stirring your coffee with a motion that was far more jealous than effective.
You almost burned yourself when it nearly spilled.
"Enid."
"Mmh?" she acted as if nothing had happened, crossing her arms again and tilting her head at you.
"Did you just kill my heart?"
"Your heart was stupid."
"It was cute..."
"Stupid."
Then you noticed it, that glimmer in her eyes.
Only then did you realize how much you'd missed your girl.
"You're still mad at me."
Enid only hummed in response before taking a sip of her coffee.
Finally, you gave in. Resting your elbow on the table, you let your cheek fall into your hand.
"I miss you." The words left your mouth like a plea.
It was hard to know if you were doing the right thing when she didn't agree with you.
You simply couldn't rebuild the Sanctuary and spend your days with her at the same time.
"Then come back." Enid's words made you lift your gaze.
She saw the wet shine in your eyes. Her stomach twisted just like your stupid coffee.
"I can't, baby."
"You can't? Why?"
"Because if I'm not there, someone else will destroy everything the communities have built and turn that place into a disaster."
Silence filled the space between you once again. Your gaze dropped back to the coffee, and the knot in your throat took away any desire to drink it.
"I miss you too."
A sad smile appeared on your face at the sound of Enid's words.
Then all the walls came down.
Doing the right thing meant finding a way to help the Sanctuary without giving up Enid.
Maybe you needed a right-hand person there so you could spend more time at Hilltop. Whatever it took to stay with the person you'd fought so hard for.
For Enid.
"I love you."
Your face lit up as you spoke, your smile growing brighter as you sat up to look at her.
"That doesn't fix anything."
She rolled her eyes, but the blush beginning to creep across her face proved she was starting to soften.
"I know."
"Good."
You managed to catch that smile, even as she tried to hide it.
summary: Carl goes looking for you, his best friend, after a tense afternoon in Alexandria. The problem? Neither of them is willing to admit what's actually bothering them.
a/n: first serious post or something like that! i write in Spanish and the content is translated into English. i appreciate your reposts or comments; my questions are open and I love receiving them. please feel free to correct me if there are any grammatical errors;)
content warnings: Part 1?, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, Dixon!reader, Carl Grimes x Reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, oblivious teenagers, slow burn, Alexandria era, pre-Saviors timeline, awkward flirting, emotional constipation, fluff with angst, no outbreak spoilers beyond Alexandria. I think that's all?
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Carl walked through the woods with a tight feeling in his chest, each step more cautious than the last as he kept a hand on the gun tucked into his pocket.
His eyes scanned the trees around him, jaw clenched, searching for something that might already be too far away to find.
You.
His best friend.
Getting used to Alexandria had been difficult for everyone, especially you and your dad. Neither of you trusted all the comfort the place offered, and neither of you felt like you belonged there. Carl already had his own opinions about the people in the community, but he'd only ever shared them with his father.
Rick had told you and Carl that meeting other kids your age would be good for you.
That was how the two of you ended up in Ron's room with him, his friend Mikey, and his girlfriend, Enid.
Everything went pretty much the way they expected.
Carl spent most of the afternoon playing video games with Ron and Mikey while you looked completely uninterested in being there.
The truth was a little different.
The moment Carl walked into the room and saw Enid, he froze.
Ever since the prison fell, he hadn't met another girl besides you.
To Carl, she had simply caught his attention.
To you, it was a lot less simple.
It was uncomfortable enough having to shove your so-called best friend just to get him to stop staring.
After that afternoon, the two of you left the Andersons' house.
Carl hadn't seen you since.
But he knew exactly where you'd be.
Now he was making his way through the woods, looking for any sign that you hadn't gone too far.
You were so damn much like Daryl.
Always disappearing without saying a word.
As Carl replayed the scene in Ron's room over and over again—the way your expression had tightened before the two of you went your separate ways—he barely had time to react when something shot past him, missing him by inches.
An arrow.
Of course Daryl had taught you how to use that thing.
The arrow buried itself into a tree right in front of him, making him jump before spinning around.
"Can you stop following me? You're way too loud."
Your voice echoed through the trees.
Carl looked up, finally realizing where it was coming from.
How the hell did you get up there?
Then again, he didn't really need an explanation.
You were a Dixon.
"What? I wasn't following you, I just..." He sighed. "What are you doing out here? It's dangerous."
His voice came out shakier than he would've liked.
"I don't need some little sheriff looking after me."
Carl's expression faltered slightly.
He adjusted his hat and glanced down at the ground.
"I just didn't want you out here alone."
"So you were worried about me?"
"I didn't say that. I mean... it's not that I wasn't..." He groaned. "Can we just go back before it gets dark, please?"
His tone sounded almost pleading.
He wasn't afraid of the woods.
He knew both of you could take care of yourselves.
He just hoped Alexandria wouldn't make you soft like the people living inside it.
You'd both survived too much to let that happen.
Still, Carl preferred knowing you were safe behind the walls.
There wasn't any reason to keep taking risks.
"Oh, so are you excited to see if there are any more girls to drool over? Want to introduce me some?"
Damn it. Your mouth has always worked faster than your mind.
Carl frowned, adjusting his hat again and resting his free hand on his hip.
Every day he looked more and more like his father.
"I wasn't drooling."
"I think you were."
"I looked at her for five seconds."
"It felt like five hours."
"...Then why were you paying attention to how long I was looking?"
Silence.
You clenched your jaw and looked away with a heavy sigh.
"Forget it, Carl. You can go back on your own."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, frowning. "Is this about Enid? Relax. I'm not gonna replace you with that girl. Now can you get down from there?"
Eventually, you jumped from the tree, still unconvinced.
You adjusted the strap of your crossbow over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes as you stepped toward him.
Your dad always made the thing look lighter.
"Whatever, Grimes. This isn't about your new friend. She barely even talks to you."
You yanked the arrow from the tree and wrapped your hand around it before turning away and heading back the way Carl had come.
It didn't take him long to follow.
The two of you walked without saying another word.
Every now and then, Carl glanced over at you and pressed his lips together, trying to figure out how to start.
But things always ended the same way.
The two of you would grit your teeth and keep moving forward.
Neither of you ever knew just how much the other one cared.
That silence felt heavier on nights like this.
When you stood on the porch of the house you shared with Daryl and Carol, stealing glances toward the Grimes' house while trying to get used to those unfamiliar walls.
That silence was going to kill you someday.
What if neither of them found the courage to make the first move?
What if someone else came along who wasn't afraid of what might happen?
Carl only thought about that kind of thing when he sat on the porch of the house he shared with Rick, Michonne, and Judith
Only when he caught himself looking over at you.
Only when the two of you pretended not to notice each other until one of you finally went inside because the silence had become too much to bear.
hey guys! Would anyone be interested in a Carl Grimes x Dixon!reader fanfic, or an Enid Rhee x Negan's daughter!reader fanfic?
I was planning to start posting during my vacation, but my Character AI account got locked (or something like that 😭), so now I need somewhere else to channel all my creativity.
Please remember that I'm Chilean and have to translate everything into English, so I humbly ask for mercy ❤️❤️
hey guys, if I suddenly uploaded a fanfic... would you support me? keep in mind that english isn't my first language and it would be translated and probably confusing, and with everything but AI 😭
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