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Y/N: *knocks on door*

Rick: *opens the door* Hey, N/N, what can I do for-

Y/N: *grinning, wearing a witch hat* Trick or treat!

Rick: *confused* Trick or-? Y/N, you’re trick or treating in the middle of the apocalypse?

Y/N: *more serious now* Trick or treat

Rick: *sighs* You can’t just-

Carl: *appears next to Y/N out of nowhere, wearing a pirate hat and his eyepatch* Trick or treat!

Rick: Not you too-

Daryl: *appears out of nowhere behind them, wearing a blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape, excited* Did he choose trick?!

Rick: *scared now* Wh-what? N-no-

Michonne: *walking in with her sword and pointing it at Rick* Trick or treat?

Rick: *almost crying because he’s so confused* What are you even supposed to be?! You’re not even dressed up!

Y/N: She’s a ninja. Duh. Now, answer her question

Y/N: would you love me if I was a worm

Daryl: why would i love a worm

. . .

Y/N: (hours later) *sighs loudly*

Rick: what's wrong y/n

Y/N: daryl said he doesn't love me

Daryl: AS A FUCKING WORM

Y/N: *writing a note* Daryl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Wait… can Daryl even read?

Y/N: *crosses it out and starts to write again* Carl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Can Carl read?

Y/N: …

Y/N: Carol, if you’re reading-

HEY BOO WELCOME TO THE FANFIC WORLD OF WRITING!

Anywho think of this, a daryl x reader.

I need some husband daryl please, I’m begging you.

With a kid 😭 I need some father daryl too cause he’s just so cute and ugh, maybe you could start with them getting married, then enjoying married life, then finding out about the child, then etc etc it’ll be adorable <3

OMG HEY MY LOVE!!

i will absolutely write this!! daryl deserves the world honestly!! thank for all your support and help in setting up my new page, i love you boo!! <333

Daryl finds you hurt and alone

You kept your leg pressed against the door as the walker pounded on it. Your hand was pressed firmly against your shoulder. The blood was seeping through the shirt you had pressed against it staining it deep red. The door opened a little and you threw yourself against the door closing it again.

You should have stayed running. You should have stayed going you might have found a way out, or even a door with a damn lock. A door with a lock would have been amazing right now. But here you were, stuck in a janitors closet bleeding out, with no lock. It was the bleeding out thing that made you stop, you couldn’t stay going.

You were so tired, your body was sore and every now and then your vision would spin for a second or two.  So here you were stuck in a bloody broom closet four walkers outside the door and you with no way to kill them. You weren’t sure waiting them out would do, you weren’t sure you really had that in you.

You closed your eyes and sighed. ‘I’m sorry’ You whispered to the air. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t do this, I promised but I couldn’t do it’ The idiot you had been on a run with had started shooting up the place bringing walkers from every nook and cranny. There had been too much, you had exhausted your supply of weapons. 

Now you would end up walker chow.

You jumped as there was a thud outside the door. Then another. And another. You felt the pressure on the door begin to lessen. Then a fourth thud. And the groans were gone. Silence outside the door. There was someone there.

You pushed yourself off the ground. The world span and you stumbled falling against the wall. When everything went back to its rightful place you reached out opening the door.

It swung open and you were met by a pile of dean walkers. Each with an arrow through their head. You looked up. Your eyes landed on the most perfect man alive, at least at this moment.

Daryl Dixon.

You let a weary smile spread across your face. Daryl began to lower the bow he was holding against his shoulder. ‘Daryl’ You breathed putting your hand out leaning against the doorway. ‘Y/n, hell happened?’ He started forwards. You just smiled at him again before the world went dark

The bright light that was hanging above you forced you to keep them closed. You tried to roll over but you were constricted. Pain flared through your shoulder and you groaned. You tried to move you hand to cover you eyes from the light. A rope bit into your wrist. ‘Y/n?’ You had never heard so much fear in someone voice. ‘Say anytin, lemme know yer alri’ You wanted to talk but when you opened your mouth all that came out was a groan.

Your throat was dry and you couldn’t talk. You turned your head to the side to open your eyes but the glare off the light was still to harsh. You tugged on the ropes harder wiggling your hand to see if they’d come off. ‘I’m sorry’ You heard a whisper. ‘D-d’ You growled and you felt something press against your temple. A gun.

You began to struggle more. Pain flared through your shoulder but you were only concentrating on one thing, talking. You tried to croak out his name. ‘I shoulda got there sooner’ You hear the click of it being loaded. ‘M-me’ You groaned. ‘Da-daryl’ You felt the gun press harder into your temple.

And then it disappeared. ‘Y/n’ His voice was closer and you felt the bed you were lying on dip. ‘Say sometin else’ You cracked open an eye to see him leaning close. You felt a hand on your face as he brushed the hair off your face. ‘S’me’ You grunted. ‘Li-li-’ You nodded towards the bright light. 

His hand disappeared. ‘Hershel’ He called as the light clicked off. With the new darkness of the cell you were able to open your eyes. You were met with the sight of Daryl frantically untieing your hands. ‘We had te do it, just incase’ He glanced up at you. You nodded ‘Ah, nice to see you awake’ You looked to the door of your cell.

You tried to push yourself up but Daryl pushed you back down. ‘Not until you get the all clear’ He grumbled giving you a small rare smile. ‘Daryl, grab me some water?’ Hershel patted his shoulder. Daryl looked up at him shrinking from his touch. He nodded giving your hand a quick squeeze before leaving the cell.

Hershel looked back down at you. ‘You’ve been out about three days’ He nodded to the drip coming from your arm. ‘He’s been sitting in here everyday, as much as he can. Only left twice to grab some things for you and come back’ He told you as he checked you over. He furrowed those bushy white brows when he seen your shoulder. ‘You took a turn for the worst yesterday’ He leaned away from you. Then he was back with a needle and thread.

Daryl walked back in just as he was finishing stitching you wound again. ‘Blow a stitch?’ He asked with a flask of water in his hand. ‘Seems like it’ Hershel nodded to you. ‘She’ll need the water’ Daryl dropped to his knees beside you. ‘Take it easy for a week or two’ Hershel told you as Daryl helped you sit up. ‘Bedrest for at least two days’ You took the flask from Daryl and began to drink deeply.

You let out a long sigh licking you dry lips. ‘Thanks’ You croaked. Hershel was gone, he must have left when you were drinking the water. ‘Least I could do’ Daryl stood and sat on the edge of the bed facing you. ‘For what? You got me outs there, few seconds more and I wouldn’t be here’ You smiled up at him. He shrugged. ‘Few seconds earlier ye wouldn’t have been in there, That-’ He nodded towards your shoulder. ‘-wouldn’t have happened’  You shrugged with your good shoulder.

You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his cheek. ‘Was perfect timing Daryl’ You whispered in his ear pressing another kiss to his cheek after your words. He gave you a shy smile when you pulled away. ‘Hershel said you stood guard’ He looked away . ‘And don’t give me the whole it was for the safety of the group thing’ You watched him shift.

He sighed and turned to you. ‘It had te be me, I had te put you down. I couldn’t let anyone else’ You nodded understanding. You had been with Daryl the longest, if it was anyone you would have wanted it to be him. ‘Thank you’ You took another gulp of water. ‘Thought I lost ye’ He looked away from you not wanting to show the vulnerability.

You reached out taking his hand in yours. ‘I ain’t dying Daryl, you ain’t that lucky’ He looked down at your hands as you chuckled at your joke. ‘Hope I never am’ He looked up at you. He reached his other hand out and wrapped it around the back of your neck.

He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to yours. It was a quick chaste kiss and he pulled away. He watched you a cautious look on his face. You let a small giggle fall from your lips. ‘If almost dying only got me that I don’t want to know what I have to do for a longer one’ Daryl smirked and leaned in again.

This time the kiss was longer and he held you tighter. You smiled when he pulled away. ‘Ye lost a lot eh blood, sleep’ He leaned up and pressed a kiss to your forehead his lips lingering on your skin. You nodded and he helped you to lie back down.

You turned over onto your good side. Daryl pushed your hair off your face and kissed your temple, the one he had pressed his gun to earlier. ‘Thank you’ You smiled at him. He nodded before sitting back down onto the floor on the other side of the cell.

He shot you one last smile before you closed your eyes very thankful Daryl had found you just in time.

Some writers for some reason:

This a character x fem!reader fanfic

You looked at yourself in the mirror while you put your blonde, long, straight hair up in a messy bun

You put some bracelets in your tiny itty bitty small microscopic wrists and admire how your dress compliments your fair, super pale and super soft with no imperfections porcelain skin

"Syphilia Smith come down this instant!" Your mother calls you

"I'm coming!" You yell with your soft, harmonic, melodic voice

Tomorrow’s promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader, Daryl Dixon x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: character deaths, blood & gore, explicit language, mentions of abuse and SA, sexual content

Tomorrow’ promise edits A different tomorrow

S1/2

1.01 1.02 1.03 2.01 2.02 2.03 2.04 2.05 2.06 2.07 2.08 2.09 2.10 2.11 2.12

S3

3.01 3.02 3.03 3.04 3.05 3.06

death era.

part eight of n/a.

ricky rocks. flash back episode !!!

“everyone needs to just shut up,” echo doesn’t look at any of them and yet her eyes are wild and unable to stay in one place. “we have to figure a way out of here.”

she can feel her heart in her throat upon the dawning reality that she had no plan and half the people in the room with her were a bunch of dimwits.

“that’s kinda a hard thing to do when you told us to shut up.”

“keep your comments to yourself before i take that gun back, john.”

murphy rolls his eyes at the sound of his name; at the sound of the way she says it. it’s always so hostile and harsh whenever it comes out of her mouth and it only makes him hate it more.

it reminds him of the way his mother used to say it.

“why don’t we just leave, simple as that?”

“we can’t just do that, murphy. there are still other people here,” raven still sits on the floor, watching the two.

“yeah, people that are probably already dead and if not, who do you think the ones that are gonna get killed going to be when we come to their rescue?”

“that’s so classic of you, murphy.”

“what do you suggest we do then?” he turns his chin fast to face octavia who gives him an irritated look.

wow, wasn’t he just a crowd pleaser today.

“we wait till bellamy wakes up.”

“bellamy?” murphy looks disgusted, glancing down to him and his peaceful state in octavia’s lap. “i like him much better knocked out.”

“we don’t have time for that… or this,” echo shakes her head, interrupting the nasty stare octavia gave that would ultimately lead to an argument. “you better hope he wakes up soon because i’m not carrying him.”

“maybe if you didn’t hit him so damn hard.”

“hey, shut it, murphy. otherwise you’ll be right with your pal, bellamy.”

he grumbles, turning his shoulder away from them, “what’re you looking at?” his eyes suddenly meet the face of a boy he had never notice up until now.

the skinny boy with black hair was quick to put his hands up in defense, scooting further away from the menacing stare murphy continued to force in on him.

“that’s what i thought, string bean.”

this was the least ideal situation to be in with the least ideal group to be together. outside of this moment, not one of them would have willingly step foot to be among one another.

although the base was big but filled with a small amount of people, their worlds barely ever collided.

“alright, what do you wanna do echo?”

she blinks, looking down to raven who looks like a little kid with her legs crossed. she feels her chest swell up with importance at the undivided attention and suddenly a drive of adrenaline flows through her veins once again.

echo hated everyone. it was easy to tell. her parents died at her ripe age of 7 where she was handed off to a strict military woman who beat her own values of no remorse, empathy, or emotion into her. that woman died the moment the virus took over the base and echo couldn’t have been more happy—until they didn’t let her leave.

no one was allowed to leave, for their own good as they would say. the remaining adults of the base had an idea that they could repopulate and help rid of the disease that turned the dead into living once more. but here they were, the remaining adults being what they feared and echo being in a room of people she hated—except raven. now, she could stand raven.

“i’m all ears. whatever you need me to do, i’ll do.”

echo smiles, yeah, she didn’t mind her at all. raven was the only one with a couple brain cells who could function.

“try to wake boy toy up, then let’s kill the rest of these fuckers.”

**

it didn’t take much to wake bellamy up, but it took a lot to calm him down.

“why would i trust you?”

“because i’m the one with the gun,” her teeth shine past her lips in a snide look at his clear upset state.

it only provoked him more, taking a step closer, but echo is far from fazed. she knew bellamy and the type of person he was, therefore she felt far from inferior when around him like she knew he was trying to do.

before the fall, echo spent her whole first year in basic combat training with him due to him shadowing the instructor. he was a douchebag who thrived on proving his superiority over the younger trainees, including echo.

“bellamy, just listen to her,” octavia forced herself into his peripheral vision, hoping he’d step away from her. “we have no other options and echo knows what she’s doing.”

“and i don’t?”

“you seem to have forgotten she had you out cold moments ago, buddy.”

“murphy, i’ll kill you.”

“woah, woah, woah,” mock marinates in his voice. “she’s the one with the gun, don’t think she’ll let that happen.”

“i wouldn’t be against it.”

civility was hard to achieve, especially in the beginning.

“will you all just calm down,” raven stands a foot back with her arms crossed. “if we want to get out of here, we need to execute now. the breakers are all the way on the other side of the building and who knows how many scavs are outside this door.”

it took five minutes for raven to come up with a plan to get out and that was through the breakers—the security and maintenance room, where everything was watched through cameras and where the switches to shut down all the power was. in order to leave, all the security monitors, locked doors, and ultimately the big gate at the front of the base that kept all of them in was all electrically ran and needed to be shut down.

so to get out, shit needed to be shut down.

bellamy finally breaks away from echo, turning his gaze to the other girl, “how do you expect to do that with the millions of doors that you all need a pin to, leading to that room?”

“it’s not hard,” a voice sounds from behind them all, causing them to turn. “if you break the panel and move one wire to another, the door opens just as easy as if you were to know the pin.”

they stare at him blankly in surprise as raven tries her best to conceal her smile, already anticipating this. the boy swallows nervously at the pressure of their uninviting stares suddenly on him, “it’s easy. a 10 year old could do it.”

bellamy narrows his look on him even more, “what’s your name?”

“monty. monty green,” he takes a step closer, almost expecting to shake his hand—but bellamy’s hostile stare made him rock back on his feet.

“and then after that, monty? the only people who had access to the breaker room were ones with a key card.”

“good thing i’m in charge then.”

they all turn back to echo who holds out a white and green plastic key card in all its glory.

“how the hell did you get a key card? sargent wouldn’t even clear you for a gun,” murphy narrows his gaze on her with confusion, slowly stepping forward.

“they don’t even hand those out to guards.”

“well, good thing i’m better than a guard,” she smirks, stuffing it in her back pocket. “now let’s go.”

**

the hallways were eerily empty.

echo had her mask pulled back up to the base of her face where only her dark eyes were the most distinguishable feature to the others. she scanned the little space that filled the area, leading the group down what seemed to be the hallway to their doom.

she didn’t like it one bit.

moments before she had knocked bellamy unconscious, she had watched the scavs from the watch tower take over every little home and minor building, burning them to the ground after ransacking each one. they would have no where else to be but the inside of this building—and yet, no one in sight.

“this doesn’t feel right.”

“what, you scared?”

murphy doesn’t reply.

“maybe they just all left.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” echo’s low voice sounds hollow as she leads them around a corner and toward the entrance where authorized staff only was printed largely on a sign nailed to the surface of the doors. she gripped her rifle tighter and tighter as seconds passed by with no sound, no movement, and no person was in sight.

bellamy followed from the back with his own gun that echo was reluctant about giving him until he reminded her he was their best shot.

the silence was a blessing. there were nights where bellamy longed for this type of stillness, for the break down of his up tight lifestyle. and now here it was, handed to him in his lap, yet something was off and this felt even worse compared to the norm.

“already, green, time to shine,” echo dropped her gun from position as well as pulling down the cloth that concealed her face. she glanced to bellamy, sharing a look of agreement that they were still in the clear. “get this door open and you’re golden.”

he nodded, dropping to his knees before the pin pad that was placed neatly next to the steel door. they watch him pop the cover off simply before once again pulling another layer that concealed the wiring to the door. he rips at the nest of colorful snakes before glancing at them all, smiling at their narrowed looks.

“i used to watch my dad do this all the time as a kid, wanted to be just like him. so while you all were sent to train and beat your bodies down, i was taught this,” he works as he speaks before finally pulling away and looking to the door. they follow his gaze but are met with disappointment when there’s no sign of acceptance to his fiddling.

monty makes a sound of confusion, a crease forming between his brow as he looks at the door, then the mangled key pad.

“i’m guessing that’s not supposed to happen.”

“what clued you on to that?”

“they must have changed their wiring in the past month, otherwise i don’t understand why this wouldn’t have worked,” he still stares at his work, disappointed.

“so… we can’t get in?” bellamy is losing patience.

“no, we can. it’ll just take me a lot longer.”

“how much longer?”

“say, 7 minutes.”

“christ,” bellamy pinches the bridge of his nose. “we don’t have that time.”

“we actually don’t know what time we do have… considering-“

“murphy, shut the fuck up. i’m not waiting that long, i’ll find another way.”

“bellamy, you can’t just-“

he’s right back around the corner and toward where they came from with no attempt to listen to their persistence. he was impatient and itching to get out of that building. if he didn’t find a way soon, he would lose his mind.

these hallways with florescent lights were the center of his nightmares. he found himself lost in what was an exact replica of it, wandering and desperate to get out. just like right now.

he grew up in these halls. every waking moment of his life were spent within these halls of the base. he hated it. he wished the scavs would have burned down this building first.

“don’t move.”

there was a nose of a gun suddenly practically pressed to bellamy’s own nose. he jerked back out of shock, neglecting to process who was on the other side of the rifle till he found himself pinned.

“who are you? why’re you here?”

bellamy’s eyes find theirs before anything else till the question is repeated again, “huh? who the fuck are you?”

a girl.

he finds himself slowly lower his arms upon realization, “who’re you?”

“your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t give me a straight answer.”

he recognized this girl.

“relax, i’m just trying to get out of here.”

“hard thing to do when the gates won’t open.”

“you’re trying to get to the breakers,” he speaks his thoughts aloud.

her eyes narrow, “why would you know that?”

“because you’re not the only one trying to escape.”

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Ocean Eyes (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Summary: Ocean eyes, they're eyes you can get lost in. And both you and Carl have that habit of getting lost in each other's eyes.

Warnings: Spoilers (?)

Word Count: 1,094

I've been watchin' you for some time 

At first it was a glance, your eyes were just scanning the room but that glance turned into a longing stare. That was until Carl looked back at you, catching you off guard. He smiled and chuckled at you as your eyes frantically looked anywhere else besides him. 

Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes 

But as hard as you tried to keep your eyes away from his you just couldn't. They were so pretty. 

Burning cities and napalm skies 

He made his way up to you, the corner of his lips meeting his eyes from how hard he was smiling. 

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

His eyes, they were all you could look at as he spoke to you, all you could really focus on. 

Your ocean eyes

How could eyes that have seen the worst things possible, from the death of others to killing some, still be so beautiful and innocent. 

No fair...

Although you were barely listening he still spoke to you, he knew you weren't really focused on his words right now but can he really blame you? 

You really know how to make me cry, when you gimme those ocean eyes

You mind came back to you, now listening to what he was talking about. You softly smiled at him, he was adorable, he's seen too much happen, too much death and yet he's still smiling, still acting like how a kid would at a party. 

I'm scared...

You admired that, admired how he can conceal it all, admired how he can still push through things no matter how bad the situation was. It was one of the things that made you fall for him. 

I've never fallen from quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes 

His eyes were the other, so calm yet so bold. So promising, protecting, honest and trustworthy. 

Those ocean eyes 

You knew you'd make the right choice in dating the Grimes boy.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind 

I can't stop thinking about her, can't stop thinking about that beautiful face. Especially her way of thinking, and how closed off she was. It made her even more interesting and makes me that much more intrigued. 

Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind 

So tough, hard to get into. Her mind is so closed off, so barricaded, she doesn't let anyone know what's going on in there and no one would ever find out unless she let's them. It's fascinating, I don't think I've ever met anyone like her. 

Careful creature made friends with time 

She arrived at Alexandria a few weeks after we did, she was so much more closed off during those weeks, not trusting anyone fully, not staying long during conversations. But soon, she started opening up, words couldn't express how happy I was for her to trust us- to trust me and to confide especially in me. 

She told me everything, ever since that party we've become inseparable. She told me about the groups she was once with, her family, how she managed. 

He left her lonely with a diamond mind 

And a guy she once trusted so much she spilt everything to- like how she's doing right now. How he took advantage of that and took advantage of her hurt and fragile mind, making it much worse. She explained that's how she became so closed off and apologized for not only seeming like she didn't want anything to do with the place or people but for also pouring her heart out. 

She teared up as she did so I hugged her, told her it was okay, that I'm proud of her for trusting me enough to tell me everything. 

And those ocean eyes..

I looked him in the eyes, the same way I first did at the welcoming party. God, he could turn his back on me and betray me yet here I am pouring my heart out to him like I've known him all my life. 

No fair, you really know how to make me cry when you gimme those ocean eyes 

I let the tears out, leaning into him and holding him close, I know he would never hurt me, that he would do anything for me, that he loves me. 

I'm scared...

Bur what if this doesn't end well, what if he does turn his back on me and use everything he knows against me. 

I've never fallen from quite this high 

She backed up, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she looked up at me, and God did she look as beautiful as the day I met her. 

Fallin' into your ocean eyes 

Since day one, there was another thing I noticed about her besides her beauty and her mind. It was her eyes, so deep and rich, looking at them makes me feel at ease, makes me feel like everything's going to be okay and that everything is okay. 

They were as deep as the ocean, I could stare at them for however long I want to and try looking away, but I can't. I don't want to come back up for breath. I could drown in these beautiful, astonishing, caring eyes and I wouldn't care. 

As long as they were hers I wouldn't mind anything. 

Those ocean eyes 

She leaned close to me, slow enough for me to react in case I don't want to kiss her. But I won't back away, I've been waiting for this. I had a feeling about her, a feeling that I would want this girl in my life forever. 

I closed the gap between us and I could feel all my worries disappear. Even though I didn't want to I had to break it. I rested my forehead on hers and was the first to speak, "Do you, maybe, want to go out?" She looked at me for a moment, eyes scanning mine for any hint of a joke. 

I've never fallen from quite this high 

She nodded her head, nervously. 

Fallin' into your ocean eyes 

I smiled at her, and brought her into a loving hug. "I promise- no, I swear to make you feel like the most special and loved girl here." I smiled, kissing her once again. 

"You sure?" She timidly asked, I frantically nodded my head. 

Those ocean eyes...

"Cross my heart and hope to die." He swore, crossing his heart. I guess this is the universe's way of making up for the apocalypse and fallen members. Just one step at a time.

The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Warnings: Marking, slight grinding

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short I'm busy with Physics work and hella tests.

Word Count: 307

The room was filled with whimpers and whines, he's so glad his dad and Michonne were out, along with Judith who was being watched by Gabriel. Inside the room was a scene. He was under you, hands gripping and pulling at your waist to keep your body moving against his.

You were on top of him, straddling him, kissing and nipping at his neck. He always looked so pretty under you, big pleading eyes looking up at you through his beautiful lashes, his lips would be red, plumped and covered in saliva from the intense make out. You couldn't get enough of him, and apparently neither could she. 

You don't blame her for having a crush on Carl, I mean who wouldn't. He's so sweet and helpful, and just so cute. But it's only a matter of time before she tries to make a move, she just needs to be reminded that he's not up for grabs, at all. 

Your left hand caressed his face while you buried yours in his neck, mouth sucking until there was a red circle left. Your lips moved down to his collar bones, kissing and nibbling at the flesh. You leaned back and admired your work and how he looked,  

"Such a beautiful mess.." you muttered. "You really think so?" He asked, hair frizzy and clothes wrinkled. You gave him a nod and leaned back in giving the left side of his neck attention. Outside of the house Rick called for Carl to come out, claiming he needed help with something. Startled, his face turned red, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, specifically his neck and looked up at you. 

All you could do was give him a smile and a kiss, walking out the room, ecstatic to see Edin's face when she sees your artwork on Carl's neck.

Could u a Carl x reader smut ( Where Carl proposes, then they do smut) please

Marry You (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, biting, hair pulling, p in v, praise

Word Count: 787

During the years of dating Carl, he seemed to have fallen for you, harder than ever. He always thought about marrying you, especially since you guys are living in an apocalyptic world, he wouldn't know how long you two would have. He wanted to propose but he didn't know when, never knew what the 'right time' would be. That was until he saw how good you were with Judith and how much his dad and Michonne loved you.

He watched as you tidied up the kitchen, wiping the counters down and acting wifely. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and swayed side to side with you.

"I want you to marry me."

You stood still, not sure if you were hearing things.

"You heard me, I want you to marry me. Please, will you marry me?"

You turned to face him, face still in shock but softening when you saw that he was dead serious.

"Oh, Carl, yes! Of course I will!"

He smiled as your arms wrapped around his neck. His snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. He pulled back and kissed you, deeply and passionately.

The kiss started off slow, happy and sensual. But, it grew into more, Carl's hands moved down from your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him; if that was even possible and his lips moved from your lips to your cheek, then your jaw, then neck.

He bit and nipped at the skin, your soft whimpers filled his ears, like a melody that he can never get tired of.

You hands tangled in his hair and you tugged whenever his teeth sunk into your neck. He pushed you up against the counter and his hands found their way up your shirt.

He caressed your skin like you were fragile, like the world's most prized possession; which you were.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear as he muttered, "So pretty, gonna be my pretty little wife,"

Carl pushed your pants to the floor and picked you up, and placed you on the counter. "You're so wet already, baby," he smiled, his fingers playing with your clothed pussy and grazing over your clit.

You whined in his ear and he chuckled, telling you to be patient, that he'll take care of you.

He pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and pumped his cock before rubbing the tip on your pussy. He, very slowly, pushed himself in. You gripped and pulled at his hair at the feeling of his cock sliding inside of you.

You loudly whined and your eyes rolled back, "Shh, it's okay, baby.." he whispered, hands gently squeezing your hips as he slowly pushed himself in and out.

His head rested in the crook of your neck as you held him close to you. He pulled your hips close to his. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you; never wanting to let him go.

His nails dug into your skin as he felt you clench around him. He moaned in your ear, his breath fanning over. He kept his pace the same; it wasn't too fast, nor was too slow. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to change it for a moment. From the way your body was reacting, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he hoped.

In all honesty, he was so close to cumming, the way you were clenching around him and keeping him close made his brain go foggy.

Carl rubbed circles on your clit, you threw your head back pulled his to your neck. You gripped his hair and tugged at it as you came around his cock. His hips stuttered and his pace grew sloppy. He kissed your neck and whined in your ear as he came inside of you. His cum filling you up and dripping out of your pussy.

He panted, catching his breath before pulling out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, still a bit sensitive. Carl picked you up and took you to his room, gently putting you down on his bed when he walked back out of the room.

You lied back and caught your breath. You smiled to yourself, you're gonna be his wife, the love of his life, his forever.

Carl came back with a glass of water, a rag, and the clothes that were thrown on the floor. He handed you the glass and cleaned you up.

"Sorry I took long, I had to clean the counters." he smirked, "What made you wanna marry me?" you asked.

Carl sat on the bed next to you and kissed you, "Why wouldn't I?"

Attention (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Request: hi! I had a request in mind with Carl grimes where like the f! reader is being a brat because they haven’t had sex in a while and she’s starting to become really pent up so she starts acting up and stuff and Carl yk deals with her. And it involves stuff like degradation, oral(f receiving), overstimulation. And then include some aftercare afterwards where he’s all like lovey dovey and shit.

Btw no worries if you can’t write this anytime soon! 🫶🏻

Word Count: 2,017

Warnings: Smut, bratty/mean!Reader, jealous/mean!Carl, some degrading but lots of mean!Carl, biting, teasing, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, aftercare

Notes: Idk loves, I think I like having mean!Carl around. Also, I am so fucking sorry for getting this out extremely late, it won't happen again!

You've never been one to act out. Never been one to be impatient over something so small. Never been one to cause a problem that could've very easily been solved if talked about. But as they say, there's always, always, always, a first for everything.

It's been a little while since you and Carl have done anything intimate. Whether it had been holding hands, cuddling, kissing, or even just sex. You're aware of the huge ongoing and dangerous situation that's going on. The world has gone to shit, and it has been like that for years. So, you know that you can't always live that perfect and peaceful life you dreamed. But you just missed your boy's touch, his smell and presence so much that it started to get to you.

You lacked attention from him, he'd give you a glance and a smile when he could but other than that, you've been sleeping in an empty and cold bed.

It started a couple of weeks ago, your tone and mood shifted whenever you spoke to him. You acted colder to him than to anyone else. He had wondered if he did something to upset his girl, but before he had the chance to ask his dad called him over for help, and since then he had forgotten about it.

You then started getting a little too touchy with some of the guys, especially Ron. That made Carl feel something within, something he hasn't felt before. You've always talked to Ron, you guys were pretty close, but for some reason he felt as if right at that moment there was something else happening that wasn't friend-like.

You've tried almost every way to get Carl to react to you, including flirting with Ron to see if he'd grab you and take you to his room so you could finally feel his touch after so long. But it all failed. You were so close to giving up when you got an idea that wasn't exactly the best.

But if it gave you the possibility to be touched in anyway by your boyfriend, you'd take it.

Carl was in his room, getting dressed to go out on a run. This was your chance to:

A. Have a peaceful conversation and talk to him

Or

B. Make him feel what he unintentionally made you feel

You made sure to wear the hottest and sluttiest outfit you owned. A very short and tight shirt that showed a beautiful amount of cleavage and the miniest skirt you had in your wardrobe. But it was perfect for the weather, as it was a heat wave. So, in your defense, it was the only outfit that kept you cool in this heat!

Before you walked in the room you gave a knock on the door and announced it was you. When you got the green light to come in, you opened the door and closed it behind you.

You made your way to his full body mirror, not saying a word to him as you fixed your hair, face, and just checked yourself out while checking him out in the mirror at the same time.

"What? No 'Hi'?" he joked, walking to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

If you weren't so upset with how he treated you these past couple of weeks, you would've leaned into his touch and sighed with content, inhaled his scent and enjoy his presence while you had him.

But you kept your composure. You stood your ground and resisted the feeling.

"Hi, Carl." you muttered, focusing on your figure more than his, you knew if you continued to glance his way you'd pounce on him.

"Hi baby," he smiled, leaning in to give your cheek a kiss. When he did you wiped it off with the back of your hand and sighed, "Don't do that, you'll ruin the blush."

Carl's face twisted in confusion, you've never cared when he kissed your face before, whether there was makeup or not. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Sure, how do I look?" you questioned, crossing your arms, making your tits push together and almost spill out of your tiny top. "Beautiful as always. Are you coming with me?" he asked. "No, I'm heading to Ron's."

Carl felt a pang in his heart and gut.

"Why?" he asked, curiosity taking over him.

"To be fucked and stuffed my love." you smiled.

You didn't even get the chance to walk to the door when Carl hooked two of fingers around the belt loop of your shorts and pulled you towards him, your back hitting his chest.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I must've heard your pretty mouth wrong. Why are you going to Ron's?"

"To be fucked and stuffed." You repeated, looking up at him, "Don't you have somewhere important to be? Like leaving me again for the fourth week in the row?"

The cogs in Carl's head turned and a lightbulb went off, "You're acting like this because I've been busy?"

"No, I'm acting like this because I'm practically in a relationship by myself."

"So, you dress like a whore and tell me you're going to get fucked by your friend? You're funny." he chuckled, turning you so your body would face him.

"I'm not joking. If you won't fuck me, I'll just go to someone who will. Someone who I know would fuck me better than-"

Carl grabbed your jaw and forced you to shut your mouth, "What was that? I couldn't hear you; can you say that again for me?"

You whimpered, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Get on the bed and lay on your back." he said as he let go of your face.

"And if I don't?" you teased, your lips getting closer to his, ghosting over them. "Get the fuck on the bed, bitch."

You giggled and lied down on the bed, he wished he could be mad at you for saying those things. But he can't. He just can't.

You look too beautiful and dreamy with the way you were splayed out on his bed.

"This is funny to you sweetheart?" he asked, hovering over you, kissing your neck and leaving bite marks over the skin. "Just a little," you sighed.

Carl hummed and made his way down to your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. He kissed the inside of your thigh and softly bit them.

You were soaked, you just knew there was a wet patch on the middle of your panties from how desperate you were for Carl. He looked up at the wet spot and smirked, "I haven't even started yet, and you're already soaked."

"Not for you, that's for sure." you said, crossing your arms. "Not for me?" he asked.

"No. Not for you."

He hummed at your response and his fingers grazed against your clothed cunt. Your body shivered at his touch, and you sucked in a breath.

He toyed with your clit through your panties and lightly touched it.

He slid your panties to the side and teased your aching, begging, wet hole with a finger.

He moved his hand back and got off of the bed. "What are you doing?" you asked, "Well, you're not wet for me, right? You're wet for him."

"You can go to him to cum." he smiled.

Well, this didn't go as planned. He was supposed to deal with you, but he's just, leaving?

"So, you're leaving your girlfriend here?" you asked, "No, I'm leaving a brat here. Tell my girlfriend I'll be back."

"Your girlfriend is gonna be fucking another guy on your bed." you mumbled, Carl scoffed and turned back to you. He spread your legs and pulled your panties off of your body.

He pushed your legs up to your chest and dipped head low.

You felt his tongue lick and lap at your folds and juices. Drinking you and tasting your essence. You were so horny and pent up from the lack of sex that you didn't need much to cum. His tongue alone was doing the job.

Your whines and moans grew louder and louder, you were so close to cumming on his tongue. Your mind was foggy and empty, the only thing in that head of yours was that you got what you've been missing.

Your moans began to break as you felt yourself about to cum, that's when you felt Carl's tongue leave from between your legs.

"Apologize." he said, "W-What," you stuttered, "Apologize for the things you said."

"Um, I'm s-sorry,"

"Say it like you mean it."

He pushed his knee close to your pussy, the friction making your toes curl.

"I do mean it!" you cried out,

Carl didn't really believe you; he didn't believe you meant it but that's fine. He'll just get it out of you.

He spread your legs once more and dipped his head between your thighs and kept your legs on his shoulders. He shoved two fingers and his tongue in your hole and curled them.

You came all over his tongue and fingers, panting and wiping sweat off of your forehead.

You thought that was all until Carl cleaned his fingers and dove back in. Your hand flew to his head, you were so sensitive right now. You were always sensitive after you came, and Carl knew that he also wanted to take advantage of that.

Again, it didn't take much for you to cum, but each time you did he would just go back in. He wouldn't give you a break and you started to feel tears fall down your face from the stimulation.

"Apologize and this will be the last one. If I don't believe you, we'll just keep going."

He's been repeating that over and over and over again. You've apologized more than you can count on both hands.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't mean when I said I was going to fuck Ron! I-I didn't mean it when I said he was better!" your whines broke your sentence up so much, you sounded so pretty, and looked so slutty.

So messy.

Your hair clung to your skin, your mascara ran down your face and you were shining with a coat of sweat. Your skin was hot, and your cheeks were flushed. You were a mess. And it was all because of him.

You felt Carl smile and he made you cum one last time before kissing up your sweaty legs, stomach, chest, neck and face. "You want anything? Water or a snack?" he asked, "Water.." you said, your voice not even above a whisper.

Carl left his room to grab a cup of water and some snacks. He gave you the water as he went to run a cool bath for you. He came back to his room and picked you up bridal style. "Can't wait to carry you up like this through the threshold." he chuckled sweetly.

He sat you down on the tub and helped you take your shirt off and wiped your makeup off for you.

"Get in, let me clean you." he softly spoke. His tone was different from before, guess he just matched the energy you were giving him before.

You sat in the tub as Carl lathered your body in soap and cleaned you off. He was so sweet to you. He wouldn't hurt you, not on accident, never on purpose. "I'm sorry for the way I acted." you spoke up, breaking the silence.

"It's okay love. You were just upset that I haven't been treating you like my girlfriend and I understand that. But say shit like fucking Ron again and I'm beating him and fucking you like a whore."

You smiled and giggled at his words, "You'd like that," he said, shaking his head, "I would."

"Freak." he joked.

It was times like these that made you remember that he in fact did love you. Even when you acted out and got moody, he still loved you and cared for you deeply.

NSFW Alphabet (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Request: This is amazing and I'm so glad someone is writing Carl stuff again. Could you do something like where yn and Carl hate each other and he gets mad at you when y'all are on and then smut, or a smut alphabet?

Warnings: Smut! It's in the title and like a spoiler on season 8 if ykyk

Aftercare

Carl is a very caring and loving guy, meaning the aftercare is amazing. He'd carry you to the tub and run you a nice and warm bath to soothe your aching skin. Since we all know he can cook, I feel like he'd cook you a meal and if you're not that hungry then he'd make you a little snack and he'd bring you some water. He'd also give you another shirt of his and cuddle with you while whispering sweet words in your ear until you fell asleep. 

Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

I feel like Carl loves his hands. There's so much he can do with his hands (in both a sexual and non-sexual way). Now, for his partner, I just know he loves all of you. Every part of your body he just loves but if I had to choose, It would be your ass. He loves touching it, gripping and grabbing it. And he just loves smacking it.

Cum (anything to do with cum really)

Not gonna lie, although he loves to cum in you and fill you up and see his cum spill out of you, he loves to cum on your face too. Like, yes it may seem slightly ooc but guys listen, imagine how he looks after cumming on your face! 

Dirty secret(s) (a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he’d have two dirty secrets that he wouldn’t want you knowing (but he ends up either telling you or you find out and just not tell him you know) is:  1. Whenever he pulls your underwear off of you, he puts them in his pocket so whenever he can’t see you for a while he’ll just jerk off with it (use your imagination cause this can be in so many ways) 2. He takes pictures of you through your window. Like, lowkey living for Perv!Carl. He uses a polaroid camera so he can keep the pictures and he hides them in a magazine. You definitely found it since he just has it laying in a drawer???   

Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Since yall are literally living in an apocalyptic world I don’t think he’d have much experience and since there’s no internet he can’t even watch porn to get a grasp of things. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, but that’s okay! He just learns with you, whether you’re experienced or not. 

Favorite position

Either: A. Doggy style: So he can watch your ass bounce and slap it when he pleases B. Missionary: So he can see your face and see how you react to everything he’s doing C. Full Nelson: For when he wants to fuck you in front of a mirror

Goofy (are they more serious during sex? Are they humorous?)

It’s a mix between yes and no. I feel like depending on the mood that’s already set. Like if it’s make up sex then no because it’s such an intimate thing because you guys are making up yk. But if it’s just sex like you guys are really horny and pent up then sure, he’d crack a few jokes here and there.

Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Like I said before, yall are literally living in an apocalyptic world, I have a feeling he wouldn’t be shaving or trimming and he wouldn’t mind if you didn’t shave or trim either cause there’s more important things to worry about than pubic hair. But if it wasn’t an apocalyptic world then he’d be very well groomed and yes, the carpets do match the drapes. He has beautiful brown hair and trust the carpet is the same color.

Intimacy (how are they during sex? What is the romantic aspect?)

Very romantic during sex. Not to dampen the mood or make this sound sad, but you don’t know when the last time you’ll see each other would be so every time you guys have sex, he wants you to know how much he loves you and how much you mean to him and how happy he is to have you in his life and how grateful he is that you let him be your boyfriend.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbated a lot before you guys got together and when he did jerk off it was to the thought of you or a picture he may have taken of you. But now that you guys are together he doesn’t masturbate as often, but he does like mutual masturbation.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The kinks that just scream “Carl Grimes” are: - Bondage: Using his belt to tie your hands together and over your head. - Impact Play: Spanking you when you’re acting up - Praise (self explanatory) - Voyeurism: He loves watching you get off, especially when you guys weren’t together and he would watch from his window into yours

Location (favorite place to have sex)

Tbh he loves to have sex inside. Like where there are no walkers to sneak up on yall. That being said his favorite place inside would be:  A. The kitchen: I know yall saw that island he got in Alexandria B. The bathroom: When you guys shower together you can make some noise because of the water muffling the noise.

Motivation (what turns them on?)

Literally anything you do turns him on. Even if you’re not doing anything just you standing there like the beauty you are will give him a boner and he will take you to one of your bedrooms.

No (something they wouldn’t do)

He wouldn’t do anything that would result in you getting hurt or anything he’s uncomfortable with. Like knife play or gun play is a big no. 

Oral (preference in giving or receiving & skill)

He loves loves LOVES giving rather than receiving because of how your beautiful body reacts to his mouth. He wasn’t as good as before, but now that he’s had practice with you and now that he knows your body like his own he’s a fucking God.

Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He’s both, but mainly slow and sensual. He likes fucking you fast and rough but the feeling of being slow and sensual and fucking you with slow and deep thrusts can’t compare to anything else. 

Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex & how often)

He has mixed feelings on quickies. On one hand, it’s something to keep the two of you satisfied until you see each other again. But on the other hand, he doesn’t like how that’s what he only has time for. He wants to have actual sex with you but he can’t because of the amount of times he has to leave with his dad so a quickie is the only thing you guys get every now and then. Quickies happen often, but he’s trying to change that because he doesn’t like having only quickies. It was fun at first.

Risk (are they down to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He’s always down to experiment, he was nervous about trying out new things, but he quickly got over it once you told him that if he didn’t like something then you guys wouldn’t do it. Just a bit of reassurance and he’s good to go.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He has great stamina, especially when he had to run and walk around everywhere at such a young age. He uses that stamina in the best ways possible. He can go for as many rounds as you’re up for, but that doesn’t mean he can last long. He cums quick but he doesn’t care because as soon as he cums he puts you in a new position each time and keeps going until you’re worn out. 

Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He personally doesn’t own toys, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get you some things on runs. He would find a vibrator and shove it in his pocket and he puts it in your room, somewhere where you would find it and he’d tell you he thought of you when he saw it (such a romantic am I right). Now, he doesn’t use any on himself but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use them on you. 

Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He doesn’t tease all the time, but he does love to tease you ESPECIALLY when you’re needy and on the verge of tears. It’s not rare that he teases you, but he does it randomly and only ever when you’re begging him to fuck you because a part of thinks it’s funny to tease you and he wants to hear you beg for him. 

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

When his dad, Michonne and Judith are home, he keeps his voice down and forces you to keep yours down too. But when no one is in the house he’s pretty loud. I feel like he’d be self conscious about how he sounds so he wouldn’t want to be loud but when he finds out you like hearing him he lets every sound out. He has pretty moans like they’re not too high pitched but also not too low. And oh my god he whimpers and whines I just know he does. 

Wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When needed he would definitely be mean and rough in bed. And when I say “when needed” I mean when you act bratty towards him then he’d definitely be mean but other than that, he’s such a sweet guy towards you and would never hurt you.

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in their pants)

He thinks he’s small but he’s really not. Like slightly larger than average and when I say slightly I mean he’s like 6-7 inches big (keep in mind he’s like 18-19 years old and if season 8 never happened he’d still be growing). Since Carl’s skin is white but not like PALE uh his dick would be though. No sunlight on it, it would be pretty pale but his tip definitely has a pink shade to it.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is soooo high. The days he has to go on a run and when it takes at least a day or more he starts to yearn for you and it got to the point that he needs to have you a couple minutes before he leaves so it wouldn’t be that bad.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He doesn’t go to sleep right away, he actually waits until you fall asleep and even then he stays up a little later in case you wake up. After like an hour or so after you fall asleep is when he does.

safe.

pairing: daryl dixon x gn!reader

warnings: none

A/N: a little drabble for you guys while i finish up on a ton of more fics :)

“You’re home,” Daryl’s head snapped up at the sound of your soft sleepy voice. You rubbed your eyes as he walked into the room, your face slightly puffy from your slumber.

“I am, did I wake ya?” Daryl winced at the thought of waking you up, walking over to your blanket covered body. Your eyes were still half lidded and to be honest, you were still half asleep.

Daryl reached down to caress your cheek, his eyes softening at the way your eyes fluttered closed and you nuzzled against his touch.

“No.. just wanted to be up and see you,” you mumbled, letting out a soft sigh as his hand moved from your cheek and into your messy hair.

Daryl huffed in amusement from the way you were basically asleep, “see me? Honey, yer sleepin’.”

Daryl’s amusement further heightened when you mumbled incoherently and struggled to keep your eyes open, “no… no ‘m up.”

“Ya ain’, go on an’ sleep.” He whispered huskily, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You however decided that wasn't enough and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close to you. Daryl grunted as he shifted his weight, leaning his upper half over you while you shoved his face into your neck. “Wha’ are ya doin’?”

His scratch of his beard coupled with his warm breath against your skin made you giggle slightly, turning your head to plant a cheeky kiss behind his ear. “Want to cuddle,” you mumbled.

“I’ll get to it in a moment, I need ta change. Been out all day,” Daryl grumbled, now conscious of his suffocating layers. He held still in your arms as you refused to let go and huffed out in frustration, bringing a gentle hand up to your waist. “Please baby, ‘m jus’ gonna change real quick and then ‘m all yours.”

His whispered promise warmed your heart and your grip on him loosened, allowing him to slip free from your arms. He looked down at the slight pout on your face, pinching your cheek gently before walking off to change.

Your head lolled to the side as your gaze followed him. The room was dimly lit by your bedside lamp, the warm glow just barely making him visible from the dresser. His back was to you as he shed his clothes, taking his time with the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged his shirt off and threw it into the laundry bin, your eyes running over the scarred skin, wanting nothing more than to run your hands down his back and over his shoulders. He began to unbuckle his belt and you figured it was too intimate, so you turned your head away and closed your eyes.

Soon enough, whatever sounds you were hearing began to dull and you found your brain shutting off into sleep. You felt warm. Warm knowing that you were safe in bed and not fighting for your life outside trying to find a sanction to sleep for the night. You were safe.

Your short-lived sleep was quickly taken from you as the bed dipped next to you. Your head turned towards the offending side, slightly delirious having been up and down for the past 20 minutes.

“Hey, hey, hey. ‘s jus’ me,” Daryl whispered soothingly, slipping under the blanket next to you. You quickly relaxed and closed your eyes again, letting him pull you against him. One of his hands held the back of your head while the other arm wrapped around your middle, your cheek pressed against his bare skin. “Light sleeper, huh?”

He chuckled quietly when he felt you smile, his hand gently stroking your hair. He made a mental note to be even more gentle when doing things around a sleeping you. Daryl moved to lay on his back, pulling you with him so you were half on top of him and you shifted yourself so your head was on his shoulder.

As you felt sleep begin to take over, you mustered up the energy to whisper, “g’night… love you.”

Daryl let out a sigh, the arm around your waist giving you a soft squeeze. “Love ya too, get some rest sweetheart.” You felt him reach over to turn off the lamp, his fingers lightly drumming over your stomach.

You started feeling that same safeness you felt when Daryl was around. Feeling that warmth he gave you not just physically, but emotionally. You enjoyed this feeling and hoped it’d stay forever. Sleep came to you quickly, letting yourself be taken away into a peaceful slumber.

Should i do a twd incorrect quotes involving my oc based on things said from me and my friends in various out of context moments?

Loving you- Carl grimes x poc reader

So this is my first time writing a fanfic so bare with me :)- Jessie

Warnings: angst, self lothing, depression, running away, zombies, death, no happy ending, afab reader

'It was pouring rain the day that it happened. Curly hair sticking to my dark skin as I hold my knees. What do I feel? Why do I love him? Why can't I stop loving him? It was supposed to be a good day, but on our anniversary of all days, I caught him with her once again. Her hand touching his beautiful locks the way I do, his laugh, his smile, his hat? Why was she wearing his hat? She doesn't know about me. No one does. We decided to keep it secret. I decided to keep it secret. You wanted to tell the world I wasn't ready to commit to titles. Looking back at it now, it was idiotic hiding you. Hiding us. I felt like next to you I don't belong. I'm not pretty, I'm not smart, maybe. Maybe I should disappear. Would you even miss me, my love? If I were gone. Without a trace. I pondered that as I arrived home. Losing Glenn has left a toll on my home and he was like a brother to me. Now he's gone, Maggie is pregnant. I was never good with babies. I was terrible with Judith. I thought you were amazing at it. One day you will make a great father. Enid would be a great mother. I don't hate her. I don't hate you. Well, maybe I hate her. I saw how happy you were with her and it always got under my skin. I stand packing my bags now. I know if I speak to you, I will calm down. Carl, you will take me in your arms and kiss me, making it better. Is it wrong that is what I want? To have you kiss me and make it better. Make the way I feel go away. I didn't take everything. I left my brothers' varsity jacket. It kept me warm all these years. I can still see him wearing it, throwing that football around. God, I used to be so mad at him growing up. Now I just miss him... I figured it brought me comfort after he was gone from my hands, in which I had to give him mercy from the monsters in our world. It will give you comfort as I find mercy from the monsters in my head. Loving you was the one thing I did right. It was wild and insane and when you lost your eye, I nearly died. I spent all my time worrying, but now you're safe.... I am leaving safely to go out in the world. By now, I have probably kissed you on the lips and said good night....you had no clue I would be gone in the morning.... it's not your fault. I know you blame yourself for the world's problems. Do not, my love.  I wanted this.

Forever yours, Y/N'

Carl looked over the letter for the third time, a look of panic on his face. He knew his girlfriend was always quick to react without thinking things through. As he grabbed his gun and gathered Michonne, Daryl, and Rick, he ran in search of his lover, his light, his life. Carl lost so much but he never expected her, his y/n, his darling, his baby, the reason he still fought as Carl searched, he stopped as he stepped on something. A pool of blood. The male turned to see drag marks. The air caught in his throat as he walked closer to see the bones. Bones everywhere, blood, bones, her clothes, her hair, bloated zombies...3 of them so fat they could not move, blood all over them, all over the scene, her curly locks in their mouths with hunks of flesh and scalp still that they could not swallow. His y/n.....

"Loving you was the best thing I did. You are probably with my mother now. God I'm a mess...how can I live like this? I will never see your smile again? Your curls bounce as you run? The sun in your hair!? That chip in your tooth from when you tripped on your feet at the prison?! Big brown eyes staring at me so lovingly!? Come back! Please! I'm sorry! Im sorry!" The male screamed at the cross in front of him, tears running down his face "Please.... I'm never gonna stop loving you." He whispered as he sat over the grave knowing there was nothing in the dirt below.

I hope you liked it!!! It was my first time doing this kinda thing:)-Jessie

Incorrect quotes but its just me and my friends out of context featuring my oc

Rick- hey how your doing?

Jessie (my oc)- im fine

Carl- *confused looking at his girlfriend*

Jessie- *2 minutes ago*

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Me- i ain't no simp!

Him-

Me- Well damn don't gotta call me out like that-

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