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Request: Yes, @thedeucechick

Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy can you do a CarlxReader where Reader is depressed and Carl ends up accidentally hurting her and the end is a soft smut?? thankss..if not its okai

WARNINGS: DEPRESSON (?)

Words: 840

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You sit in the window of your room, staring out. There are people bustling about doing different jobs. You see Sasha heading over to the guard tower, ready to take her shift at keeping a lookout while Abraham comes back from his own shift. Maggie is in the farm, checking on the plants and picking what’s ripe to bring it to the pantry.

You want to be out there with them. You know that you should be, too. It’s just that recently you’ve had zero motivation to do anything. Even finding the energy to go downstairs to eat has been hard, but you do it to make sure nobody worries about you too much. Other days usually aren’t this hard, but today everything is hitting you harder than before. Nothing you say to yourself gets you out of the spot you’ve made for yourself next to the window. If people understood, they’d be proud of you for even just crawling out of bed.

There’s a loud knock on your door that makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Before you can even call out “Who’s there?” or “Come in,” Carl comes walking into the room. He seems irritated and you already know that it’s because of you. You and Carl are usually on watch together--the two of you practically do everything else together, too, so it was the obvious choice. You also believe that Rick just doesn’t want you to be alone, so he sends Carl there with you.

“Why aren’t you up? C’mon, we’re supposed to be at the right wall in ten minutes!” his tone is harsh. It makes you wince. Even when you’re not feeling so down like this, you hate it when people use a tone like that with you. But now and from Carl no less? It makes you want to curl up and disappear forever.

“I was getting ready,” you mumble. “I’ll be there.” He rolls his eye and shakes his head, unbelieving. He walks forward and grabs your arm, prepared to pull you right out of your seat and out the door in just the clothes you were wearing when you went to sleep.

His hand wraps around your wrist and he yanks you hard. A yelp escapes your lips as you trip out of your chair and fall onto your knees. You bite your lip as you fall on your wrist and pain erupts from it.

“Oh, shit, y/n,” Carl says, his tone suddenly soft and quiet. “I’m sorry, I don’t--”

“It’s fine,” you say, cutting him off, your voice cracking like it always does when you’re about to cry. “Just leave so I can get dressed, okay?” He offers to helps you up, but your push his hand away, getting up by yourself, sending an ache of pain through your wrist. “Carl, leave.”

“No, y/n,” he says. “I’m sorry. Just forget about guard duty today.” You shake your head, but your mind is telling you to just do it. You know that you’re not going to last long today. It’ll be best for you to just stay here. Plus, you’ve now got to get your wrist checked out. Carl notices you holding your wrist and you can see pain flicker in his eyes. “Come here. Please.” You see the plea in his eyes and give in.

He sits down on the bed next to you and takes a look at your wrist. He moves it around a bit and you pull it back, not letting him mess with it more than he already has.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. You nod, not really believing him.

“Just go away.” You lay down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Carl still stays on the edge of the bed for a few moments before climbing up next to you. He starts to kiss your wrist than slowly makes his way up your arm. You don’t look at him, trying to ensure that you won’t fall for his extremely cute tactics. He makes his way to your collarbone and you falter for just a moment, but Carl sees and you can feel him smile against your skin. He continues up your neck, biting you here and there, til he makes it to your lips. By that point, you’re trying your very hardest to at least not look at him, seeing as you failed at the “no smiling” part.

“You still want me to go away?” Carl whispers. You feel his warm breath on your skin and it sends chills through you. “Are you not going to answer me?” He slides an arm over your waist. His warm hand rests on your hip.

“No,” you say, a smirk on your lips. He rolls his eyes and sits up, holding a hand out for you. You give him a questioning look.

“We do still have guard duty,” he says. You pout and turn away from him. “We can always come back later.” You smile and climb off the bed.

“Promise?”

Requeset: Yes, @chandlerhuggs

Could you do a fluff about how like... maybe your dating Ron or something and you're really not happy with the relationship. Meanwhile carl has been trying to get your attention for the longest time, when he finally shows you just how good of a guy he is. How he can make you happy and feel safe? Idk I just really wanna read something cute lol. ♡♡

WARNINGS: NONE

Words: 847

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You walk down the street, holding hand with Ron, you’re boyfriend. Neither of you are talking at the moment, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Thing have been a bit rough for the two of you. Just opposite opinions about who should be in charge and just a whole lot of stuff that doesn’t even matter, but he always somehow turns it into some big deal. You’re sick of it at this point.

Carl comes running up and mutters something about needing you back at the house to help with Judith. You happily go back with him, leaving Ron to walk back to his own house all alone. You feel bad when you he’s sad about it, but you keep walking with Carl. When you’re a little further you look back and notice he isn’t heading to his house anymore, but the opposite way. You don’t get much time to figure out where he’s going before he disappears.

You shake him out of your mind as you walk into the house.

“You and Ron still doing good?” Carl asks, not being able to hide the glint of jealousy in his eyes. He might as well just write “I’m jealous” right across his forehead. You nod, but don’t really say anything. A small part of you hopes that Carl notices you’re lying. You two have known each other for a while now, so you guys know each other's tells to when the other isn’t feel well, lying, or pretty much anything.

Just as you thought, Carl gives you a suspicious look and sits on the floor next to you. You’d sat down next to Judith and was letting her play with your hands. Carl keeps looking at you until you let out a sigh and turn to him.

“I’m just not happy with him anymore,” you say. “And I’m kind of starting to question if I ever was or if I just started dating him because I didn’t want to feel so alone. I just don’t know.” Carl moves closer and wraps an arm around you shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” Carl says, “I’m always here if you need.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but stops himself and shakes his head. You thank him for being there for you, but give him a questioning look. He doesn’t acknowledge it. He rolls around on the ground with Judith, making Judith laugh up a storm. You smile as you watch the two of them playing. They both look so carefree and it’s a whole new side of Carl. You keep watching Carl and start to wonder if you’d made the right choice. Although, you already know the answer.

Soon, Judith grows tired and you walk her upstairs to put her in her crib. Carl follows you upstairs and you end up going in his room with him. You sit down on his bed and lean back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, y/n,” Carl says, sounding uncertain. “I need to tell you something. It’s about Ron.” You stay silent, but sit up and urge him to continue. “ Ron’s been sneaking off with Enid.I saw them yesterday climbing over the wall together and then at the pond kissing earlier. I’m really sorry, but I thought you’d want to know.” Suddenly, it makes sense. Why he turned back and walked a different way. The way to Enid’s house.

You sit there for a moment thinking. You can’t believe he’d do that, but you wonder why you even care that he did. Carl wraps an arm around your shoulder and you turn to curl into him. He wraps both arms around you and soon the two of you are laying on his bed. His hand glides gently through your hair as you lay down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

While lying with Carl you realize some things. Whenever you and Ron hung out you never got the same feeling as you have right now with Carl. You feel...safe. Nowadays, that not an easy feeling to find. When he first got here you thought he was a monster. He told you that he’d killed people, but you’d never been outside the walls. He’s not a monster, he’s far from it--even if he doesn’t think that. Playing with Judith, making you feeling better, he’s a great guy. How did you never realize this before?

You look up at Carl and see him already looking down at you. Slowly, you reach up and press your lips against his. They’re smooth and soft against your own. Your heart flutters and you can’t hold back a smile. You pull away and Carl is smiling right  back at you. Neither of you have to say anything. He knows that you chose him.

Request: Yes, anon

I just had a idea and shit is so cash. Involves 2 new characters so may need to give 1 a name. Reader is adoptive teen daughter of Maggie & Glenn & spontaneously/secretly gets into a relationship with Michonnes teen daughter. They start dating in secret not knowing what their parents will think, reader was also in a biggot/gay-not-cool household b4 apocalypse But when they are caught by all 3 doing something lesbian like they come clean. The 3 are accepting of the relationship and happy for them

WARNINGS: None

Words: 612

y/g/n = Your girlfriend’s name

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Y/g/n grabs your hand and pulls you into her rooms and plants a soft kiss on your cheek before jumping onto her bed. You smile and follow her lead by jumping down next to her. She turns to your and places a long, gently kiss your lips.

“I missed you,” she says. You laugh and roll your eyes.

“I saw you literally less than an hour ago,” you say.

“That is true, but I couldn’t kiss you and hug you and snuggle you and I couldn’t kiss you! I mean, does that even count?” You let out a laugh and give her a small peck on the cheek which makes her beam. “Have you thought about what I asked a few days ago?” You shrug, turning on your back and letting her rest on your shoulder, right over your heart.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I don’t want to tell them. Not yet, at least. I wasn’t in a good home before. They didn’t accept it or think that it was ‘morally right.’ I’m just...just scared that Maggie and Glenn would be the same way. Maybe Michonne, I don’t know.” Y/g/n nods and doesn’t ask anything else about it. You’ve told her about how your family had been and how you didn’t know if Maggie and Glenn would still want you if they knew. It’s all very tricky.

You wrap your arms around her, bringing her even closer to you and play with her hair until she falls asleep on you. It’s not too long after that you follow suit and begin to drift off.

A hand lands on your shoulder and shakes you awake. You mumble something incoherent and ignore it.

“Y/n,” a scarily familiar voice says. You snap awake and sit up, throwing y/g/n off of you. She grumbles something and rolls off the bed. She lets out a small yelp as she hits the ground. If you weren't so caught up in the people standing in front of you; Glenn, Maggie, and Michonne.

“I-I,” you start, not knowing what to say to them. The room is dark, so you can’t see their faces, but you’re sure they’re furious at you. Y/g/n gets up off the ground and sits next to you, staring at her hands. You both are quiet, preparing for the lecture of a lifetime.

“We’ve known about this for a few weeks now,” Maggie says, her voice soft. You look from y/g/n to Maggie, wondering what gave it away.

“You two always sit together, a little too close for friends, even best friends,” Michonne says, answering your unasked question.

“Sure, it was a little bit of a shock at first, but none of us have ever thought of it as a bad thing.”

“Yeah,” Glenn pipes in. “All we want is for you to happy. And if y/g/n makes you happy, then who is anyone to stop that?” You can feel tears welling up in your eyes and you launch yourself forward into their arms.

“Y/g/n,” Michonne says, “I feel the same. I’m so proud of you for being yourself and finding someone you can be happy with.”

“And I’m very happy it’s not a sneaky guy that I have to worry about--”