𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

HIIII IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU SRE BACK!!! YOU WERE MISSED!!!!! 😫

- 🍷anon

HELLOOO🍷anon!! I know I've been gone for sooo long, but I'm finally back! I've seen the requests you've made pookie, give me some time and I'll have them done sometime soon. <3

can u make a glenn x reader with these details..

takes place during season 3

the reader is close to Andrea so when Rick tells her about her death at Woodbury and they break down

glenn tries to help calm down the reader

thank u 😭

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬 ~

genre: angst pairing: Glenn Rhee x gn!reader summary: reader gets told about Andrea's death and breaks down, Glenn tries to help reader calm down. warnings: mention of death, breaking down, angst

Rick came back after going the Woodbury, he looked at me feeling guilty.

My gaze wandered around hoping to see Andrea, after all, she was the only person close to a family. I looked at Michonne to Daryl, “Where’s Andrea?” They looked at each other, I turned to Rick, “Where. Is. Andrea.” I demanded.

Rick looked down and then looked up to meet my eyes. He shook his head, “I’m sorry y/n…”

I stayed quiet, progressing the words that came out of Rick’s mouth. I step back, my eyes becoming watery, I shake my head not believing Rick. My hands trembled and I began to tear up, “No… please tell me you’re lying.”

I turn and look at Michonne, tears falling, “She can’t… she can’t be gone.” I shake my head from side to side, holding my head and gripping my hair.

Crying and I walk away from them and back to them, I look up, “Not Andrea,” I cried out. I walk towards them but I fall to my knees. Tyreese tries to hold me up but lets me be.

“No, no, no!” I sob and cover my face with my hands. Rick gets closer and places his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sorry-”

“NO!” I yell looking up, my face stained with wet tears. He backs away feeling guilty.

Glenn comes out, hearing my weeps, he sees me on the floor sobbing, quickly becoming concerned. Glenn rushed toward me and embraced me tightly, feeling my trembling body underneath.

“G-Glenn…” I tried to stop crying but it only lasted a few seconds before I broke down, “A-Andrea.” I tried to continue, “Shh…I know, I know, just let it all out.” Glenn kissed my forehead as I sobbed more. He continued to hold my hand to reassure me.

Glenn grabs my chin gently, making me face him and look him in the eyes, “I know I can’t make you stop feeling the pain you feel… but just know that I’m here for you, always. Don’t ever forget that y/n.”

a/n: Thank you for requesting!

if you do negan could you do any kind of thing about reader being his son and meeting up after not seeing eachother for the apocalypse

𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: Negan x m!reader summary: It's been years since the reader has last heard of and seen his dad, Negan. That's until now. warning: cursing & mention of death

a/n: wrote this whole entire thing at 2AM... my sleep schedule is fucked up 😭 (not proofread)

Negan had left you and Mom back at home, as he had decided to find the necessary medical supplies to aid Mom’s health condition. But he was taking a while and so you decided to go out and look for him; leaving behind Mom who was sleeping soundlessly.

After aimlessly yet cautiously walking around town, you had found yourself lost. Everything was in ruins and just unrecognizable, which made matters worse. You didn’t know where to go or where to find Negan. It had been a full day and when you finally found your way back home, you came face-to-face with a terrifying scene.

Mom’s heart had stopped. And Mom was no longer Mom, but a corpse rotting on the bed you would often cuddle in with her.

You couldn’t hold back the tears that began to spill, the heartache burning inside you as you clutched at your chest. Dad was nowhere to be seen. So, you stayed there for a week, expecting Dad to show up, maybe even expecting that everything would be back to normal when you closed your eyes every night. Desperately wanting to wake up from this nightmare.

— — —

It had been years since the death of Mom and since you’ve seen Negan. You didn’t know what happened to Dad, but one thing was for sure. You hated him for leaving that day and not returning.

Surviving on your own wasn’t as hard as you thought. Sure, you had no company and were often bored of the silence, yet it was peaceful. You still miss Mom and Dad, but you learned to live on your own, to live for them.

Walking through a now abandoned neighborhood, you could feel the soft breeze of the chilly summer afternoon. You were searching for shelter, as you had been sleeping in a car for the past month before someone decided to ransack the vehicle, taking almost everything, you had inside.

Finally reaching a nice and somewhat clean-looking house, you decide to enter it. Ready in case a Walker lunges at you. You open the door wide enough, holstering your machete as your eyes scan the inside.

After a while of making sure the home was clear of Walkers, you shut the door and let yourself fall on the couch, a sigh leaving your lips.

Your stomach grumbles, reminding you that you haven’t eaten in days. With a soft groan, you get off the couch and walk into the kitchen. It was small, yet colorful. You open the cabinets and cupboards only two find a few canned foods.

Turning the 4 cans, you read the front of them: Canned Corn, Canned Peaches, Tomato Soup, and Baked Beans. It wasn’t something appetizing, but it would do the job. A spoonful of corn is shoved into your mouth, helping to get rid of the hunger you’re feeling. The can was almost empty, and your boredom was beginning to get to you.

But before you can even think of what to do, the sound of footsteps can be heard right outside the front door.

Fuck, why this house out of all?

You thought to yourself before quickly shoving the other canned food into your backpack and getting your machete readying in a strong grip. Your eyes dart around the kitchen, trying to find the perfect hiding spot. The pantry or under the table.

The door opens and you can hear what sounds like three men talking, steps getting closer, and just before they reach the kitchen, you duck under the table.

Pressing your back against the wall, you bite your tongue to keep quiet and ready for anything. Your eyes follow the shoes as they walk past the table. The noise of cabinets flying open, and dishes being moved around with the sound of two men talking filled the small kitchen before it slowly faded away.

You discreetly watch from under the table, following the men walk out of the kitchen with your eyes, The floorboards and staircase creak as they walk up to the second level of the home. This was your only chance to get out and so you took it.

Sneaking out from under the table you fix your backpack before quietly running out of the kitchen into the living room, almost out the front door before you’re stopped halfway.

“Oh, not so fast young man.” A teasing voice calls after you, having caught you trying to run out of the house. A voice you recognized so well.

You grit your teeth, cursing under your breath, “Shit.” You weren’t expecting anyone to be in the living room.

Slow heavy steps walk to behind you, your back facing this stranger.

“If I were you, I would drop that.” He’s talking about your machete. You feel your eyes sting and your heart begins to beat with anxiety. Something you haven’t felt in so long.

You slowly turn around with hands raised, weapon still in your possession. Your eyes land on his face.

He looked the same but, still different. Something about him had changed and you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“Dad?” Your voice wavers, holding yourself together.

Negan’s smirk falls off his face when he stares at you, eyes scanning your face. His eyes search yours, trying to read you. Wondering if he was dreaming again.

“Son?” He lowers his bat, face softening when it fully settles in him. He had found you, after years of searching. You were there, standing just a couple of feet away from him. All this time he thought his only son was gone forever, never to be found.

Even though you had so much anger bottled up inside you, you still couldn't hold back the joy and relief you felt when seeing your dad. Without hesitation, you drop your weapon and run toward him, embracing him in a tight and much-needed hug.

“Every day, I thought about you,” Negan tightens the hug, the sensation of feeling the love and relief from him made you at ease. He lets out a chuckle, pulling you back to grab the sides of your shoulders, looking you up and down.

He smiles down at you, eyes teary as he sniffles. “You've grown into a hell of a survivor, kid. I'm proud of you.” He grabs your face before ruffling your hair, earning a slight groan from you.

“I learned from the best.” You tell him, a sad smile on your lips. Negan seems to take notice of it as he pats your shoulder. “I'm sorry I couldn't protect you like I promised.”

His words make your heartache.

“It’s all in the past now… I’m just glad to have found you, Dad.” You remind him, blinking back tears before he pulls you back into a hug. This time, something different filled the room.

Peace.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬~

genre: angst pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Reader finds out about Andrea's death and Glenn comforts her. warnings: mention of death & crying

a/n: i decided to do a remake of this story but following the script for the exact episode of the show (3x16) please enjoy! 🫶🏽 please ignore the quality of the picture...

The sun was setting in the background, lines of trees covering the distance from the prison. Walkers wander and groan outside the fences surrounding the prison, a so-called home. The engine of Daryl’s bike could be heard from afar, catching the attention of those outside.

Rick had arrived back from Woodbury with the others, a bus covered with long boards of wood following them. As Maggie and Glenn open the gate, you watch from a few feet away as they drive in before coming to a halt.

The rest of the group comes out of the prison, seeing that Rick, along with the others had arrived.

Standing by Glenn, you watch Rick’s distant figure as he got out of the silver truck. You glance back at Glenn’s direction, “I’ll be back.” You tell Glenn as he nods in agreement, his eyes following you as you starting to walk toward Rick.

Carol and the others seem to take notice of the bus parked on the grounds of the prison. Rick just nods at Carol as if telling her it was okay.

Making your way to Rick, your brows furrowed in confusion, watching as multiple people begin to walk out of the bus.

“What is this?”

Carl asks his dad, clearly not liking what he was seeing. Rick looks him in the eyes, “They’re going to join us.” Carl looks back at the people, frowning at the sight before simply walking away from his dad.

“Rick,” You call his name out as you get closer to him. At your voice, he turns around to face you. Your eyes search his, inhaling a short shaky breath before speaking.

“Did you find Andrea?”

Rick goes still for a second, staring into your eyes before breaking away. He lets his gaze wander to the people behind you before letting out a sigh, “Yeah…”

A faint smile grows on your lips, feeling hope swell inside you. “Where is she?” You questioned, eyes searching the people around you two.

Turning his eyes back to you, he shakes his head slowly, replying in a gentle tone, “I’m sorry…” He trails off, wanting to explain to you as to what happened but not having the guts to hurt you more. Instead, he sighs, allowing his head to hang.

Your smile falls once his words hit you. Rick could see the effect it had on you, watching your brows softening and knitting together. Andrea was gone. Everyone knew how much she meant to you.

Both you and Andrea were close to each other, so she was always there for you when you needed her. And you were always there for her.

"W-what?"

Your heart aches and your eyes begin to gloss. You didn’t want to believe it. Andrea couldn’t be gone. Maybe Rick and the others had mistaken someone else for Andrea… At least that’s what you wanted to believe.

“Please,” you beg softly, blinking back burning tears, threatening to fall. Accepting that Andrea was dead was too much for you. You take a step back, trying to distance yourself from Rick, feeling as if you were suffocating.

Your heart was racing, you felt your bones shaking as you place a hand over your chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly. “No…” You sob out, attempting to steady your breathing.

There was nothing you could do to bring Andrea back, you needed to accept it, you had to. You had to survive and live through this. But it was too much.

Slowly shaking your head, you start to feel your hands tremble as it fully sinks in. No more late-night talks with Andrea or hearing her voice. You didn’t want to forget her voice or her face, you want to keep her alive in your memory but how can you? You know soon enough the memory of her will disappear and you’ll forget.

Some of the new people glance at you, filled with curiosity but mainly worried. Probably wondering why some girl was tearing up in front of the man who rescued them.

“Please, please, please…” you repeatedly mumble with quivering lips, wishing, hoping, praying Andrea would show up and tell you it was just some sick joke.

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, finally letting them spill.

From afar, Glenn's brows knit together in concern, watching the whole ordeal go down with Maggie. Seeing the tears falling down your face, he decides to quickly makes his way toward you and Rick.

“Why?”

You breathe out shakily, still crying your eyes out. Looking down at your trembling hands, you begin to feel lightheaded, everything around you suddenly becomes blurry.

Glenn rushes toward you, immediately taking notice of your state. As your knees begin to buckle, he embraces you tightly from behind, stopping you from falling.

You let yourself slowly lean onto him, turning to sob into his shoulder as he rubs your back in a soothing manner. He glances at Rick with a worried expression written all over his face.

Rick runs a hand down his short growing beard, clearly anxious. You clutch Glenn’s shirt, his shoulder getting wet with the hot tears rolling. Before Rick can say anything to try and help the situation, Glenn gives him an assuring look, signaling him it was fine.

Not a second later, Rick turns and leaves.

In an attempt to speak, you lift your tear-stained face to meet Glenn’s eyes, before breaking down and hiding your face. “I’m sorry,” You somehow managed to whimper out, hands holding onto Glenn’s strong arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just let it out.” Glenn whispers softly and kisses the top of your head, reassuring you. His hand holds your trembling one, intertwining his fingers with yours to give you some sense of comfort. Letting you know that you weren’t alone in this.

He gives your hand a small gentle squeeze, his other hand holding the back of your neck while caressing you.

“I got you, so don’t hold back.” He whispers once more, his heart aching for you. He wishes he could do something to stop your cries, but he knows it’s better for you to cry your heart out.

glenn x f!reader please!

glenn gets into a fight with someone and reader tends to his wounds. he tries acting tough, pretending his cuts don't hurt and the reader scolds him for fighting. just lots of fluff! thx <33 ❤️

𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Reader tends to Glenn's wounds after a fight. warnings: mention of blood

You pout, staring down at him as he sat still on your shared bed. He had just come back from a fight he had and was acting like it wasn't anything.

Glenn winces in pain and bites his lip to hide his whimpers whenever you clean up his hand, he still doesn't want to worry you and tries not to make him a burden. "I'm fine, really."

"You're an idiot," You mumble worried but still slightly angry, your hands working to clean up his bloody knuckles with some alcohol wipes.

"Shh," He hushes you playfully. "It's not as bad as you think." As if his bloody face and battered body won't say otherwise.

Even if he's in pain, he's still trying to lighten the mood, he's such a kind-hearted idiot.

You roll your eyes with a subtle shake of disapproval before starting to bandage his knuckles gently and carefully. "You suck at acting, Glenn," You tell him, your eyes trained on the clean bandage, wrapping it around his hand to not bother him.

Glenn tries his best not to make any loud noise to try and conceal the pain. He knew he was hurt but too prideful to admit it. He hated complaining especially to you.

He bites back a slight groan, "Whatever you say, doll." He smirked, managing to tease you.

He watches you as you walk toward the nightstand and dip a small ball of cotton into a bit of alcohol. Now standing in between his open legs, your eyes linger on his busted lip and bloody nose.

Gently, you dab the cotton on his lip, cleaning up the dried blood. He winces, pulling back away from you. You sigh, "Sorry." He shakes his head a little, placing his hands on the sides of your hips.

Cupping his chin, you pull him closer and continue cleaning his lip before moving to his nose. You bring a wet rag, to get rid of the blood, his eyes shut tight as a heavy groan escapes him.

Finally, you finish and he lets out a sigh of relief. He's thankful for having you around, always standing by him when things didn't go his way. "You're such a good girlfriend," He said as he looks up to you with a gentle smile. "I love you."

You smile hearing his words, "I love you too, Glenn." You tell him back, placing a hand on his jaw, careful to not injure his already bruised cheek.

"But you need to stop getting into stupid fights " You scold him, brows furrowing. You look into his eyes, "I hate seeing you hurt all the time, love." You whisper softly, caressing his jaw.

You can't see it but Glenn's heart melts, he loves you so much and he's so proud to call you his girlfriend. Hearing you call him 'love' just makes his cheeks flush more.

"I got it handled," He mutters, he knows you're worried about him but he doesn't want to see you so worked up, he's too stubborn to admit that. "I'll be careful," He chuckles softly. "For you." 

Smiling, you stare into his eyes as he stares back into yours. He always makes you happy, you couldn't believe he was yours. You run a hand through his hair. "You swear?" You ask him softly, your eyes full of love and care.

"I swear." Glenn smiles and nods reassuringly. You could tell from his eyes that he's telling the truth, this tough guy won't break his word of honor to you.

a/n: guess who's back... again.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: none summary: reader deals with the loss of a pet warnings: mentions death of pet

Sandy.

That was her name, she was a beautiful pup.

Her tan fur and her adorable face, everything about her brought me joy and happiness. She was always there for me, since the start of the apocalypse, we had a long journey together.

Unfortunately, she had to leave this earth, this cruel earth. The world robbed her from me.

I was filled with rage and sadness, the world has gone to waste and because of it, I lost what I loved the most. It took a part of me with it.

My eyes flooded with tears as I remember the events that took place. I brought my hands to my face as I began to sob.

Angered, I began to dig not caring how crazy I looked, I was hurt.

I didn’t stop, ignoring the dirt stuck in between my nails. Resting my dirty hands on my thighs as I stained my jeans, I let out another sob as I gently pick up the white cloth she rested on.

Slowly, I place her down, the dirt getting the white fabric dirty…

I look at the fresh patch of dirt, feeling all the emotions wash over me again, quietly crying again.

Unknowingly, the others had begun to take small actions, to show how much they care for Y/N and for her pup.

Both Glenn and Maggie working on a little cross to place above the small grave. While Beth picks the most beautiful flowers, Daryl on the other hand finds some nice rocks.

They all walk up to her, the items they made with love, just for her, in their hands.

Too lost in my mind and memories, I fail to notice the presence behind me as a gentle tap wakes me. Hershel looked down at me, offering a small sincere smile. I wipe my tears with my dirty hands and look behind me.

There they stood, and not a single word was said, I watch as they get closer. Each one of them placed their items down, decorating the once plain grave. Rick places a hand on my shoulder as he reaches from behind his pocket and hands me Sandy’s collar.

My lips trembled as I tried holding back more tears from spilling, I look down at the collar in my hands, tears rolling down my already damped cheeks.

I look up, blinking a few times to get rid of my blurred vision, my eyes wandering to each of their faces. I feel my heart fluttering with gratitude.

I wasn’t really alone, after all, I had others here with me to keep me company.

a/n: Haven't posted in a while now... Thanks to @urfavpansexual for requesting, I hope this short story is able to help you a bit with what you're dealing with, sending lots of love and hugs!

please please please write a Rick and a female reader fic!!! the reader kisses Rick and she gets all shy but also feels like she read Rick wrong after it btw Rick isn’t with anyone and the reader is just a few years younger than him maybe he confesses if you want to

𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞~

genre: fluff pairing: Rick Grimes x f!reader summary: Reader can't hold back anymore but show Rick what she feels for him. warning: age gap(reader is in her early 20s)

a/n: this was a bit rushed... and im still working on other requests, they're just taking some time.

The barn was quiet, just the sound of birds chirping, and flies buzzing could be heard. It was almost sunset, and you were out feeding the horses.

You held the green bucket filled with fruits and vegetables that Beth and you had cut up that evening. The horse snorts as it leans towards the bucket, consuming its dinner.

Staying at the farm with the Greene's and the rest of the group was everything you could wish for. You were sleeping under a roof, sharing a room with Beth, which was fine. There was also a lot of land and trees where you would often spend time reading.

It was perfect.

The sound of footsteps behind you startles you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

When you turn around, you find Rick standing there, a hand on his belt.

You offer a small smile, growing a little shy that Rick is here. "Hey." You greet him before turning to glance at the horse as it moves its snout from the bucket.

"Need something?" You ask, finally facing Rick, hands a bit sticky with the juice of the fruit and dirt. You stand inside the horse pen, the fence between you both, the horse snorting in the background.

A hint of a smile grows on Rick's face as he looks at you. It's rare for him to smile these days, with all the recent events in the group.

Poor Carol.

"Just wanted to check on the horses..." Rick says before trailing off for a moment.

You nod slowly, eyes on the ground. You bite the inside of your cheek as you glance back at the horses, who are now walking toward their stall.

"Horse is fine." You point with your thumb. Was he really here to check on the horse?

Rick smiles again, this time more genuine, as he watches the horse walk away before returning his gaze to you. "Yeah, I can see that now.”

It’s silent for a while. The birds could be heard chirping as they flew by. It was still surprising to see and hear the sounds of animals out in the wild. Especially since the outbreak had begun.

“So…?” You try to initiate a conversation to ease the nervousness in you.

“Needed an excuse to come see you.” Rick eventually says after a few seconds, turning his head to look away from you.

Surprise is evident on your face. "An excuse to come see me...?" You murmur under your breath, eyes searching his side profile for a few seconds before darting away a bit timid.

He looks back at you, taking a step forward and placing his hand on the fence between you. He lets out a faint sigh and scratches the back of his head.

"Yeah. An excuse. I just wanted to come see you and talk." His voice now sounded vulnerable and somewhat tense. You never imagined Rick sounding like this. He was the complete opposite.

A faint giggle leaves you, “I didn't expect you to be this straightforward." You tell him, tucking your hair behind your ear, a habit of yours when shy or nervous. You let my fingers trail down to your ear lobe, touching it as you look up at him.

Rick lets out a small chuckle at your slight joke before taking notice of your hand, noticing how you always tend to touch your ear when you get shy.

With a gentle look in his eyes, he reaches forward and grabs your hand with his own, gently squeezing it as he brings it down.

"I thought it'd be better to be straightforward." He says his voice was sweet while staring into your eyes as the sun sets behind you. You could feel the warmth of the sun’s rays hitting your back and it just made you feel alive.

Your heart begins to race when you feel the warmth of his hand, taking your hand away from your ear. Your hand and his rested above the almost chest-high wooden fence dividing you both.

Your eyes meet once more, the action causing your lips to form into a sheepish smile. Rick has always been someone you admired greatly for his leadership role in the group and for being able to resolve almost anything quickly. But not only did you admire him, you also loved him more than a leader.

"I wanted to come see you because...." he speaks, his voice trailing off for a few seconds as he glimpses down at your lips, noticing your shy smile.

He continues, his voice becoming even more nervous, but at the same time, more sincere. He stops, struggling to assemble his words and thoughts.

"I wanted to ask if... perhaps..."

Seeing him like this made you feel something. You left him speechless and… nervous? You were probably the only one to have that effect on Rick.

This weird feeling bore over you and so without thinking it through, you stand on the end of your toes to come to level with his face, leaning your other hand on the fence to maintain balance.

You press a chaste kiss on his lips, touching the softness of his on yours as you do. Just getting a sense of what it could be before pulling away. It was short and innocent. Nothing else.

Rick's brain shuts off for a moment as you tiptoe up towards him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. He can't think of anything, except that this has to be the best moment of his life.

The feeling of your hand in his, the smell of the fresh hay lying around, the soft touch of your lips, and just you standing in front of him.

It's all he could ever ask for.

A sense of calm washes over him, silence falling once more. His gaze softens as if admiring you and wanting more.

Taking note of how quiet he was made you start to regret kissing him. You blink several times, lashes fluttering with dread and shame.

Maybe you read his intentions wrong. He probably didn't come here to reveal his love or something.

What if he came here for something else?

What if he was just being nice because you’re younger and inexperienced with this whole survival thing?

At this point, you were just overthinking.

“I'm so sorry, I took it too far. I read it all wrong and, and… I'm so sorry." You open your mouth, letting out a shaky breath before beginning to rant, eyes glossy up a little from the slight panic you felt inside. Your stare falls to the fence and then to your hand still in his.

"No, no," Rick replies quickly, shaking his head and trying to reassure you. He puts his other hand up and cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your burning cheek.

Rick’s gentle caring voice seems to ease you. “Don’t,” he says slowly, grabbing your chin to stop you from looking away, "Don't be sorry, sweetheart... I liked it."

You feel butterflies burst in you when he confesses to enjoying the short kiss. You’ve had boyfriends in the past, but Rick is different. He may be older by a couple of years, but he makes you feel seen and important. Something your exes failed to do.

The sun sets on the horizon, the breeze now warm but still refreshing against your skin.

"You have no idea how long... how incredibly long I've wanted to tell you," He clarifies to you, his voice clear with devotion. “I want to share the rest of my life with you. I want to protect you from what the world has become. I want you.” His brows knit together, a worried expression on his face as he waits for you to say something.

You beam at his words and give his hand a slight squeeze, showing him that you saw him. “I do too, Rick.”

Hey I was wondering (it's ok if you don't write for this) of you could do a male reader x Beth Greene or if you won't do that Michonne x Male reader.

And if you have time come read some of my stuff and give me some tips and tricks! Thank you!

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤~

genre: fluff pairing: Beth Greene x m!reader summary: Reader gets sick during the prison era and Beth visits them in their cell. warnings: sickness?

Hershel walks out of the cell Y/N was staying, Hershel had just finished giving Y/N a remedy he made out of berries.

Y/N laid still in bed with a wet rag over his forehead. His cheeks flushed from the fever and his half-open eyes from the tiredness. But no matter how sick he felt, he couldn’t stop but think about Beth.

He wondered if she was okay or if she had gotten sick as well. Just as he thought of how much he missed her, she walked in.

“Y/N,” she softly said, standing on the doorway. Y/N smiled at the sight of her, she smile back.

“Beth, are you okay?” He finally asked in a whisper, Beth nodded and sat on the bed besides him.

“Are you okay?” She asked, moving the rag and placing her hand on his forehead. Y/N just sighed, “I’m fine, just tired.”

Beth leans down and kisses his burning forehead. “Y’know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Y/N mumbles tiredly. “I’ve really missed you. A lot.”

Beth smiles at hearing this, “Really?” She questions him raising a brow, “You’ve missed me?”

Y/N chuckles but stops as he starts to cough.

Beth gets up and grabs the cup with Hershel’s homemade remedy. She helps Y/N lift his head up and puts the cup to his lips.

“Here,” she whispers gently as Y/N begins drinking from the cup.

Once Y/N is done drinking, Beth carefully moves the cup and puts it back. “You okay?”

Y/N nods slowly, closing his eyes. Beth smiles worriedly as she runs her fingers through Y/N’s hair.

She sighs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fine Beth. I just need to rest, that’s all,” he tries comforting Beth. “I know that. Heal quickly for me, will you.” She tells him, still stroking his hair.

“I will…” He mutters before falling deep in his sleep. Beth looks at him once again. She loves Y/N so much, she just hopes he get better soon.

She leans down to peck his lips before she too, closes her eyes, relaxing at the sound of his peaceful breathing.

A/n: i‘ve been too busy but here is one of the requests. i’m still working on the other requests, so stay tune for it. btw, first time writing an m!reader x Beth Greene, it was a bit difficult coming up with a scenario for this request, but the challenge was accepted and done! I hope you guys enjoyed it!!

Carl Grimes x fem!reader fluff

The reader is hanging out with Carl as they talk about what they did for fun before the apocalypse. The reader tells Carl she loved to sing and still does it when alone. Carl asks her to sing for him and at first she’s shy but eventually says yes. She sings think of me from phantom of the opera to him. Carl has a super cute reaction to her voice and is in awe giving her a big hug when she finishes. Later that night Carl can’t fall asleep and asks her if she could sing him to sleep. The reader then sings him some lullabies she would sing to Judith when babysitting her. For the lullaby she sings Isabella’s lullaby from the promised neverland. Carl falls asleep easily and the reader laughs to herself thinking it’s cute how the lullabies work more on Carl than Judith. Thank you.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞~

genre: fluff pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader summary: Carl can't sleep so Y/N sings him a lullaby to help him. warnings: none

“Really?! You never had?” I asked him surprised, to which he nods a bit in embarrassment. “Alright, what about you?” Carl asks curiously. “Tell me what you would do for fun.” He continues.

A small smile grows on my lips, “I really love singing, it brings me so much peace.” I sigh, remembering old memories of my past life.

“Do you still sing?”

“Yeah, I do from time to time,” I shift on my bed.

Carl grins, “Well, could you sing something for me?”

“I- I don’t know, I never really sang for anyone like this before.” I cross my arms across my chest as Carl scoots closer and bumps his shoulder playfully against mine.

“Come on, Y/N, I promise I’ll stay quiet. You won’t even notice I’m here.” He pleads as I sigh nodding.

“Okay, okay. I’ll sing, but don’t expect too much.” He smiles excitedly, watching me as I look down at my hands.

I clear my throat and close my eyes. It had been a while since I last sang, and it would be embarrassing if my voice suddenly cracked.

“Just don’t look at me,” I mutter softly as I peek to see Carl turn a bit. “Okay,” I exhale.

“Think of me,” I softly sing out, I pause feeling a bit nervous before continuing. “Think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.”

As I sang, my voice grew stronger and more confident. I let my singing take over, feeling the rhythm in my soul, “Remember me once in a while, please promise me you’ll try.”

“Then you’ll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free.”

I could feel Carl’s gaze on me, my heart began to race as I continue on singing.

I stop singing halfway into the song, and I opened my eyes to see Carl staring at me in awe. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also with a sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Carl pulls me into a tight hug. I laugh, feeling his hair tickle my face.

— — —

Later that night, I sat with Carl on his bed, both reading. As he flipped to the last page, he lets out a soft sigh, closing the comic novel. Placing the comic book to the side, he shifts in place before lying beside me.

I look down at him as he flutters his eyes close, tiredness written over his face. I smile softly at the sight before turning my attention back to my book.

I feel Carl move to his side and let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, flipping the page, still reading. He peeks up at me, “Can’t sleep.” He pouts slightly.

“Can you sing me the same lullaby you sing to Judith?” This time I look down at him and met his tired eyes. “Fine,” With a faint smile, I close my book and put it on the nightstand beside me.

I cuddle up next to him, letting my hand run through his hair as he stares ahead. In a soft soothing voice, I sing, “Let me sing a lullaby.”

“As you close your eyes.”

“And as you're drifting off to sleep,” Carl lets out a soft hum, his chest rising up and down from each breath he took. I can’t fight the smile that grows on my lips from the sight, “How I hope that the dreams.”

He blinks slowly, letting the weariness sink in as he relaxes to the sound of my voice, “That you find are bright love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies?”

“Where a tomorrow waits for you and I,”

“So, hold me tight one more time.” He finally closes his eyes, falling into a deep slumber as I continue on singing. I continue caressing his hair, “But don't kiss me goodbye. 'Cause I know that I'll see you.” I pause for a little, sighing, “On the other side.”

I feel the drowsiness starting to wash over me slowly before I move my hand from Carl’s hair. I look down at him, taking in his messy hair and slightly parted lips. I let a quiet giggle escape me while I move a little closer. Never would I’ve thought, the lullaby would work faster on Carl than it did on Judith.

I yawn, closing my eyes and cuddling closer to Carl. I allow myself to melt into his warmth, rapidly falling asleep.

a/n: uh, I'm back after a month... I swear I'm trying my best to write more and finish other requests. Anyways, love you guys & thanks for 40 followers!😻

I'M BACK!

guess who is finally back after 7-8 months of being gone...😁

first off, happy new years! (I know its too late for that.)

believe it or not, I forgot my password and I was trying for SO long to get logged in. and I finally did it! so, I want to apologize to all my beautiful followers and anons who sent a bunch of amazing requests! I will be working on all of the new and old requests I've gotten, I promiseee.

they'll be out sometime this month or the next, please be patient with me babes🙏

a/n: AND please forgive your favorite Glenn Rhee writer!