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- 🍷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

hello ml!! i was wondering if you could do a carl grimes x reader (she’s maggie and glenn’s adopted daughter) where they reunite at terminus after being separated at the prison (reader got out with maggie) tysm 💗

𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: fluff pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader summary: Carl and reader reunite after separating at the prison warning: none

a/n: hi anon! i hope this is to your liking 😊 also tysm for 100 followers!

You were no longer living at the prison with the rest of the group. After what the Governor had done to your home, you were alone and lost. It felt as if living in a nightmare, losing everyone you knew and loved. This wasn’t the first time you’ve lost those you cared for.

Thankfully, Maggie was there for you, like she had always been since the start, after losing your parents.

Out in the endless roads you both walked, day and night, with Sasha and Bob. You were missing Glenn and the others a lot, only hoping they were all okay and alive.

But you missed one person the most of them all.

Carl Grimes.

Both Carl and you had grown pretty close while at the prison. Always hanging out, telling each other secrets, stealing glances, and holding hands…

Maybe you two got a bit too close.

It wasn’t long before you found Glenn with Tara in that tunnel. Seeing Glenn after countless days of wandering around made you burst into tears. You had thought you would never see him alive again.

You were grateful to have them both by your side, to have them alive and safe.

However, you couldn’t help but think about Carl. Was he okay? You really hoped so.

— — —

You groan, sitting on the floor of the train car you and the rest of the group were locked in. Having arrived at Terminus, you thought it was a safe place to call home. Seeing the crops they had been growing and the kind people of Terminus made you feel ecstatic.

That was until they took all your belongings, threaten you, and then locked you all up in here. It was just perfect, wasn’t it?

It was eerily quiet outside before the sudden sound of shots firing all over the place erupts it. Clearly wanting to know what was going on, you get up and look at Maggie, sharing a look in the dark container.

“What is it?” You whisper to her, watching her try to peek out of the little opening of the car’s door.

“Can’t see.”

She says back, shaking her head while squinting through the crack.

But as quickly as the sounds came, it left. The silence consumed the outside for some time before the big door of the train car slides open. Instinctively you all take a step back, frighten but still ready to fight if needed.

That’s before a figure walks in, followed by another, and another. And then another. You can hear your heart racing inside your chest and your palms become sweaty.

“Rick?” Glenn’s voice breaks the silence as he steps forward. You stand behind Glenn, eyes darting from a dark figure to another dark figure. “You’re here.”

Glenn’s voice is filled with relief and surprise, and when you see Rick’s face through the dimly light coming from outside, you smile. Carl has to be here.

And you were right because not a few seconds later your eyes would catch his face.

When Carl’s eyes meet yours in the darkness of the car, you couldn’t hold back anymore before lunging at him and throwing your arms around his torso. He’s taken aback, letting out a small yelp as he stumbles back.

The warmth from you body and the familiar feeling of your presence quickly makes Carl realize it's you, immediately hugging you back.

You bury you face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of the boy you love. You forget about everyone and your surroundings, letting the way he held onto you engrave into your mind.

“Oh my god, Carl.”

You say into his skin, tightening your hug more as you sniff, trying your best to hold back tears. “It’s really you.”

He laughs, pressing his check on top of your head with his arms around you. “I can’t believe you’re here. I thought I lost you.” He sniffs too. You smile with eyes glossy, lifting your head to see him, even if it was too dark.

A sense of relief washes over you two. You both still managed to find each other after having lost everything.

With quivering lips, you whisper to him, “I missed you so much.” Your words hit him; his eyes glossy up too. You couldn’t see it, but you were sure he was tearing up by the way he squeezes your waist.

“I missed you too.” He says back to you, pulling you back into a hug before pressing a kiss on top of your hair. The feeling of his love and care makes your whole body warm up with content.

You felt safe in his arms after so long. You thought you had lost your home forever, but Carl was home.

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!

i know you write fluff but can you write more angst in this request.

both glenn and y/n are like dating, maybe even married. y/n is doing something when a guy comes and tries to kiss her and glenn comes rescue her.

if this is too much, you dont have to write this. you can ignore it if you want. thank you anyway :3

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: Glenn x f!reader summary: When you think you can't fight any longer, Glenn comes to rescue you. warning: cursing, SA, & mention of blood

a/n: sorry for not posting in months, I've been dealing with some personal stuff in life and it's taken a huge toll on me (not proofread/rushed)

A new survivor, David, had arrived at Alexandria two days ago and his presence did nothing but discomfort you. His eyes were always somewhere else, but your face and his inappropriate comments just made it worse.

Glenn knew about this, you having told him the second time it happened. You didn't want to cause any trouble, so you kept quiet after a while.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Glenn places a hand on your waist and pulls you in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Mm, hey,” you smile at his affection.

You notice the leather gloves he wore, wondering what he was up to. “What are you going to do?” You ask him, pointing at the gloves he wore. His gaze goes down to the gloves, “Oh, I’m going to help Rick and Daryl unload some boxes Aaron found on his run.”

Just as he said that you hear Daryl’s whistle, getting Glenn’s attention as the gates close shut. The truck drove in reverse, backing up with a few boxes loaded in the back.

“Gotta go help now,” he presses another quick kiss on your lips this time, before turning to jog towards the group.

After seeing Glenn get to the others, you turn back to what you had been doing previously; pulling out weeds and dead plants from the little garden you grew. You dig into the moist dirt, carefully pulling out stems and leaves.

You continue doing this for a while before going to the back side of the house, grabbing the hose to rinse your hands.

Glenn and the others had finished unloading the boxes, carrying them to the inside of the church so Gabriel could take care of the rest.

With one hand holding the hose, you rinse the dirt off the other. You do the same thing to the other hand before turning the hose handle off.

The sound of a low whistle gets your attention once you straighten up.

Just as you turn around, you’re met with David. You feel your heart begin to race with nervousness as you spot the smirk plastered across his face; his eyes are filled with something other than friendliness.

“What are you doing all alone, sugar?” He swipes his tongue over his top lip.

“What are you doing here?” You furrow your brows, anger, and frustration washing over you as you glare at him. He wasn’t supposed to be back here.

He lets out a chuckle, a disgusting chuckle. “Aren’t you a feisty one?” He comments, deciding to come closer to you. The look in his eyes makes you shiver as you take a step back, clearly angry.

“Let’s have some fun, baby.”

“Don’t come any closer!” You ordered him, fists tightening at your sides.

David just smirks at the sight in front of him, without doubt enjoying how you looked, all terrified yet willing to fight. “Or what?”

“Or Glenn will fuck you up—” David’s hand pulls your arm, making you tumble flush against his chest. You could smell his nasty sweat and feel the dampness on his shirt.

You pull yourself back, your wrist still in his hand. Adrenaline runs through your body, attempting to swing your free arm at him, only for him to catch it with his other hand.

“Let—” you shake your arms, trying your best to set yourself free, “—go!”

David can’t help but chuckle, turning you around to push you up against the wall of your house. Your shoes squeak on the wet grass, the hose still on the ground.

Your eyes tear up, struggling to get yourself loose from his strong grip. The feeling of not being strong enough hits your guts. David was stronger than you and you know that. Still, something in you wanted to believe it wasn’t true.

And just imagining what he could do to you frighten you to the core.

“Not so strong, are you?”

He taunts you, disgust and fear settling at the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want to cry but hot tears were already beginning to spill. You could feel your vision blur as you turned your head away, not wanting to see his monstrous face.

David presses his body against yours, trapping your legs so that kicking isn’t an option. You tremble, your strong act now gone. “Please, stop!”

With quivering lips, you shake your head as his face is close to your neck, inhaling like a creep. You shut your eyes in fear, praying he would get off you.

His free hand slithers down to your leg as he then grasps your thigh. He gives it a rough squeeze before letting out a vicious chuckle. A laugh that makes your skin prick with goosebumps.

“Heh, I can’t believe I finally have you all to myself.”

He’s suddenly yanked back by his shoulder, someone turning him around. “What the fuck—” A harsh punch shuts him up quickly, enough to make him tumble back. Blood drips down onto the grass as David brings his trembling hands to cover his nose and mouth.

David lifts his gaze from the mess in his hands to Glenn. His eyes widened with fear and before he could say any dumb excuse, Glenn lunged at him.

You take a step back, face wet with hot tears still spilling.

“You piece of shit!” Glenn is on top of David, fisting the collar of his shirt as he throws punches at David’s face. It’s not long before Glenn’s fists are covered in blood. David’s face, on the other hand, is fucked up. Badly.

David grunts on the ground, unable to keep up with defending himself. Some people hear the commotion and soon Rick comes to stop it. He grabs Glenn and pulls him off David, the grass splattered with red specks.

Glenn stumbles back, eyes trained on a badly injured David. David’s nose looked broken, blood coming out his nose. His face was just stained with his own red fluid and with a couple of yellow-greenish marks.

You watched the whole scene unfold in front of you, a trembling hand covering your mouth. What just happened made it way more difficult to process. Your mind was racing, and the tears kept spilling.

Rick was trying to calm down Glenn, who was trying so hard not to lunge at David again. The look on David’s face was clear as day; he fully regretted what he did.

“Lay your hands on my wife again and I’ll kill you!” Glenn snarls at David, full of emotion. Within a few seconds later, Glenn is in front of you, eyes softened. And badly injured David is taken to the infirmary.

He holds himself back from touching you, afraid that he might frighten you. Worry is written all over his face, his eyes searching your tear-stained face. “Love?”

His voice is gentle.

Your lips quiver before you wrap your arms around him. He lets out a shaky sigh as you weep into his embrace. And he begins to tear up.

He tightens his hug, burying your face into his shoulder as he rests his cheek on top of your head.

Although you were shattered by what you experienced earlier, you were a bit more eased to know Glenn would always be there for you.

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.

Request: ugh anyone x reader but the reader is really shy, and they yell at the reader and the reader cries 😣😣 but comfort and stuff

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲~

genre: angst to fluff pairing: Carl Grimes x reader (gender not specified) summary: Reader goes outside the walls to get Carl a birthday gift but gets injured, making Carl concern. warnings: mentions of blood, yelling, & crying

a/n: sorry for the long wait @dreamtofus, I hope you guys enjoy this request!!

You have always been the shy type, even in an apocalypse infested with the walking dead.

You had grown pretty close with everyone in the group over the past years, but it didn’t make your shyness disappear.

As Carl's birthday approached, you decided to venture outside the walls of Alexandria to find a special gift for him, comic books. Even though you knew it wasn't a great idea, considering the potential threat of Walkers or worse, people, you managed to sneak past the gates without being caught.

The plan was simple. Find a bookstore, get a few comic books, arrive back safe, and wait to surprise Carl until his birthday. You had it all figured out and expected it to go out smoothly. But it didn’t.

Once you had arrived, you were soaking wet from the rain, shivering with chattering teeth, and a small fresh cut on your leg. How did you get it? Well, you fought a few Walkers before tripping over one of them, just to feel the metal of a car part scratch your leg. Your favorite jeans had ripped all thanks to the wet concrete and that damn Walker. But you still got Carl’s gift in your bag.

You had managed to sneak past Daryl near the gates into Carl’s house, which you shared with him. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you slowly sneak past the kitchen, but unfortunately for you, your shoes squeak. Carl turns and spots you, soaked and trembling.

“Babe?” The sound of his voice makes you flinch. “Uh, hey…” You try offering a short smile at him. His eyes trail down from your wet hair to your clothes and finally to the ripped leg of your jeans.

His brows furrowed as he notices the cut on your leg, little blood staining the ripped fabric. “What happened to you? And where were you?” He asks you with confusion and concern.

You stood still, your gaze dropping to the floor as you fist your wet hands to your sides. “I’m okay.” You mumble, staring at your wound, not really feeling much but a tiny sting.

“No, you’re not. You’re clearly bleeding from your leg, what happened!?” Carl’s voice slightly raises, walking towards you. “I… uhm I went outside.” You didn’t really lie, you were outside, outside the walls.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you had gone outside Alexandria, fought Walkers, and injured yourself all by getting him a birthday gift. No. You just couldn’t tell him.

Carl’s face scrunch in anger and shock, “You went outside!?” His eyes shift around with furrowed brows, clearly angry that you went outside by yourself. “Are you out of your mind? You went outside the walls and hurt yourself!”

The sudden raise of his voice makes you flinch slightly, your shoulders dropping and eyes glossing. “It's dangerous out there! What if a Walker bit you or what if someone killed you!?” He adds on, turning his head as he points to the door.

Keeping your face down, you sniff. You avoid looking him in the eye as you bite your lower lip to stop it from trembling. Sometimes you wish you weren’t this sensitive. You sniff again before feeling tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes.

“Why would you put yourself in danger? Do you not realize how lucky you are to be alive right now—”

“I just wanted to get you a birthday gift,” you let out a small sob, lifting your teary gaze to Carl’s eyes. “I didn't mean to worry you." You bring a cold hand to wipe your tears, feeling frustrated.

Seeing your tears start to fall, Carl's expression softens as his anger disappears. Feeling guilty for being the cause of your tears, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you into a tight hug, not caring if you’re soaked and dripping from the rain. He just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t cry more.

You nuzzle into his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body slowly spread to your body. “I’m sorry, okay?” He softly whispered, his hands around your waist. “It’s too risky out there, you know that.”

Letting out soft cries, you tighten your arms over his back, pulling him closer. He speaks again, pulling away to see your face. “I don’t want to lose you.” His voice is gentle with care, compared to a few moments ago.

Carl’s warm hands cup your face, staring into your teary eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “I’m sorry, Carl.” You whisper back, sniffing as he smiles faintly. “I’m sorry for raising my voice.” His blue eyes search yours as you return his smile.

“You mean so much to me, I don’t ever want to imagine losing you.” He then presses his lips to yours, his thumbs caressing the side of your cheeks.

He rests your forehead against yours after pulling away, closing his eyes as he enjoys your presence. “We should get your wound fixed and then get your warm bath ready.” Carl presses a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose before you nod in agreement, now remembering how uncomfortable and sticky your clothes feels.

Happy New Year Lulu!!

Do you have anything you're currently working on or other requests?

Also, can I pleaee be🍷anon?

hii! happy new years to you too! I'm currently working on 2 different requests, which will be out this month. please look forward to my next writings and yes, you can be 🍷anon!

Hii! Carl x reader pls!

Carl is hanging out with y/n but she see Ron and they start talking, so Carl gets jealous when he sees them. Then when Carl sees Ron looking at y/n's outfit too much. He interrupts them and takes y/n and ends up making out with her! Ahhh!!!

Thank you! ❤❤

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮~

genre: fluff pairing: Carl grimes x f!reader summary: Carl gets jealous of the way Ron sees/talks to Y/N. So he shows what he feels. warning: kissing, jealousy

It was the middle of Summer and the sun’s heat was going off. So I wore a pretty basic outfit, it was nice and comfortable, but great for this heat.

Both Carl and I decided to hang out in my bedroom to read some comics, but before we could do that. We went outside to get some snacks.

On the way to get snacks, Ron sees us and walks to me, “Hey Y/N.” He completely ignores Carl’s presence.

I wave at him awkwardly, “Hi… what are you up to?”

Carl's expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing when notices Ron eyeing my outfit and smirking.

Ron side-eyes Carl and looks back at me, “Helping around the community like usual.“ He says while pointing behind him, where a group of people was bringing new supplies in.

I nod looking at the group and spotting Rosita in the distance. I smile and wave at her when she turns, she waves back.

Ron looks back at me, “It’s hot today, isn’t it, Y/N?” He grins as I feel his stare lower from my face.

I nervously look around, “Uh, yeah, it’s summer after all.” I laugh awkwardly.

Ron opens his mouth to say something, but Carl suddenly interrupts him, “Y/N.” He says in a firm voice. I look at him before responding, “Yes, Carl?”

Carl glances at me quickly before gluing his stare on Ron, who was waiting for Carl to talk. He continues, “We should hurry and get what we need.” He sternly says, still not taking his glare off Ron.

I give Carl a thankful smile and turn back to Ron, “Right! Sorry, Ron, but we got something planned together.”

I tell Ron and give him an apologetic smile. Ron sighs frustrated, “Yeah, okay...” He plainly says as he turns and leaves.

Later ~

Once we got all our snacks, we made it back to my room.

He grabs the comic books from my bookshelf and sits on a bean bag. As I place our snacks on my bed, I felt Carl’s eyes on me.

I tried my best to ignore it, but I must admit I felt nervous. I turned and walk to the bean bags and sat next to Carl.

His eyes were still on me, as I reached for a comic book. I finally got the courage to look up at him and met his gaze. He had a serious look, his jaw was tightening.

I sigh, “Carl, is something wrong?” I tried to hold eye contact but failed when I saw his stare go to my lips. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach, I was starting to sweat. Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do? I thought and fiddled with my hands.

The silence was torture, Carl didn’t make a single noise, but I hear his breathing. I saw how his chest rose, until he finally spoke, bringing my attention to his face.

“I don’t want you near Ron.”

He spoke firmly not breaking eye contact once again. Was Carl jealous? It was quite amusing seeing him like this.

“Why?” I asked waiting patiently for his answer. He looked down at the comic book in my hands, “...”

“Is Carl Grimes jealous?” I sarcastically say.

His glance goes to my face, I continue, “I never thought I would see you like this Carl-”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence when Carl walked over to me and brought his lips to mine roughly. My eyes widen in surprise, but soon I let myself go, so I kissed him back.

Sparks light up inside me as I place my hand on Carl’s neck, bringing him closer.

He roughly holds my waist and leans over me on the bean bag.

A million thoughts go through my mind but I can’t help and smile into the kiss. “Y/N,” He says between the kiss. I only hum in response, too into the moment.

I open my eyes slightly and see Carl’s brows furrow downwards. I close my eyes again, enjoying everything.

Carl pulls away for a second, “You’re mine.” My heart skips a beat, but before I can respond, he quickly connects his lips to mine.

Our breathing increases more and more as we deepen the kiss. Carl caresses my cheek with his hand before we pull away to catch our breaths.

Carl still hovering over me, looks into my eyes, “So don’t leave me for Ron.”

I laugh and Carl looks at me confused.

“I don’t like Ron, the only guy I’ve liked has been you, Carl.” I pause and softly gaze at him, “It has always been you.” I flash him a big smile before wrapping my arms around his neck and cuddling.

A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this!!

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.

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