Overprotective - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader
summary: when a Milkovich harasses you, Carl takes things to drastic measures.
disclaimer: reader and Carl are 18+ and this takes place around 11x4.
warning: 18+ readers only! contains pregnancy, verbal & physical assault and verbal descriptions of bodily gore and torture
The last thing you ever expected was for the Milkoviches to move in next door to where you lived with the Gallagher’s, but here you were, living next door to everyone’s least favorite white-supremacist family.
Your husband, Carl, bounded up the steps from your shared basement room, jangling his police belt and halting your train of thought.
“I’m heading to work, see you later babe—” Carl said, kissing you on the forehead.
“—and baby,” he grinned, bending down to lay a kiss on your five-months-pregnant stomach.
“Have a good day at work, sweets! Text me if you need anything,” you called after your husband as he headed towards the front door.
“Be careful today, call the cops if the Milkoviches try to bother you or Liam, okay?” Carl warned, as you nodded. Then he left, in a hurry to catch the bus.
Today was your first day off of work in a while and you had the house to yourself, save for Liam still sleeping upstairs. As far as you knew, Debbie was at work, Frannie at daycare, Lip at his house and Ian with Mickey on a run.
You figured a bit of light cleaning would be therapeutic, then the idea of baking a batch of cookies for your new neighbors couldn’t hurt. Although they had a horrible reputation and you never liked any of them (Mickey and Sandy excluded), you still wanted to be courteous towards them.
—
You nervously made your way up the deteriorating Milkovich porch with a warm plate of chocolate chip cookies, counting your blessings and hoping you wouldn’t be murdered on the spot.
Shortly after knocking, the door opened to reveal a dirty, dark-haired man with longer black hair that you’d only seen in passing.
“Hello, welcome to the neighborhood! My name is (y/n), I’m Carl’s wife and I made some cookies for your-“
“C’mon in, sweetie. I gotta thank you properly for these baked goods,” he growled, leering at you.
You took a step back, down the steps, as you felt increasingly uncomfortable.
“No, that’s really okay. I just—“
“—C’mon, I’d love myself some fresh meat. Although not fresh enough, seeing as a Gallagher’s already had his turn. How ‘bout you let me fuck another baby into ‘ya?” He laughed, low and gutturally like he was about to pounce.
You quickly took another step back, not realizing there was a step down behind you. You gasped as the man grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his chewing-tobacco-and-blood-scented chest.
You gagged and pushed away from the man, not before he was able to squeeze tightly around your right wrist and keep you in his grasp.
“Us Milkoviches like the cops. You better hope it stays that way, or else your new family will just be some rotting corpses in your backyard,” he hissed into your earlobe.
You let out a loud wail, taking him by surprise as he flung you off of him. Your hip crashed into the side of the stairs as you were finally freed from his grasp.
You stumbled away, cookies flung onto the porch as you ran for the front door as quickly as you possibly could. Slamming it behind you, you shrunk to the ground and let out a series of loud sobs. You positioned a cautious hand around your baby bump as your sobs turned into quiet hiccups.
—
“Liam, dinner’s ready!” Debbie yelled as you brought the last of the sides to the table. Tonight, you had fixed chicken parmesan with macaroni and cheese and green beans for what would be you, Carl, Liam, Debbie, Frannie, and Sandy. Ian and Mickey were still on a run, and Lip was doing some late-night repairs on a motorcycle.
You took your seat next to Carl as Liam bounded down the stairs and Debbie finished helping Frannie in her chair.
“Thanks for making dinner, babe. How was your day?” Carl asked, grasping your hand under the table. He noticed your hand was shaking slightly, which was unusual for you.
“Uh, it was okay. How was yours?”
Carl was about to respond when Liam spoke up. He had been in his room the whole day, which wasn’t normal, but you had brought him lunch earlier and figured he was just tired from school.
“Okay, we really need to do something about the Milkovich family. They can’t keep terrorizing us like this!” Liam shouted, waving his fork around.
“Is this about the poop on your window again? Because-“ Debbie began, Liam cutting her off again.
“No! It’s what that black-haired idiot did to (y/n) today!”
Your eyes widened, as you hadn’t planned on telling Carl so soon and you didn’t want the rest of the family to know and freak out. It hadn’t even occurred to you that Liam might’ve seen, or heard, everything.
“What happened to (y/n)?!” Carl seethed. You could practically see steam coming from your husband’s ears.
“It was really nothing, I—“
“He grabbed her and touched her, then he said something about giving her another baby. I heard it all from my window. I was about to yell at him when she pushed away and fell,” Liam explained, waving his hands around animatedly.
“He WHAT?! That fucker is dead meat,” Carl threatened, dropping your hand and standing up. He hadn’t changed since he’d gotten home, so he still had his work uniform on. His taser, baton, gun, all strapped to his belt.
“(y/n), I’m so sorry. My brothers-slash-cousins can be such jerks,” Sandy apologized, reaching her hand over to you sympathetically. You couldn’t hear the voices around you, they’d all turned to the sound of ringing in your ears. You almost didn’t notice as Carl left out the back door.
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It was almost one in the morning when Carl returned to the basement, silently stripping off his uniform and rinsing off in the basin.
He climbed under the sheets, naked except for a fresh pair of boxers. As he wrapped his arm around you gently, your body tensed and you sat up quickly.
“What did you do to him?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Carl, I’m not an idiot. you left four hours ago. What took you four hours?”
“(Y/n), I didn’t do anything!”
“Bullshit, Gallagher!”
“You wanna know? Fine! I stole his keys and drove him to an empty warehouse outside the city. I pulled out his fingernails one by one, then I watched him bleed to death. I made him confess everything down to the bruises on your arm. Then, I tossed him in a dumpster and lit the whole thing on fire. Is that all you wanna fucking know? Or should I go on?” Carl yelled, fists clenched at his sides.
He softened when he realized you were shaking and crying again. He reached his hand out gently, and you cowered in response.
“I-I’m scared, Carl.”
“Don’t worry, that asshole is dead and his family won’t mess with us anytime soon.”
“I’m scared of you, Carl! I didn’t think you were capable of something like this!”
“I only did that shit because I love you, and our baby! I want you to feel safe!”
“Well now I’m scared of the person I sleep with every night!”
“Let me hold you.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Just let me hold you, (y/n). It’ll slow down your blood pressure. Lip told me that he held Tami whenever she’d get too frustrated during her pregnancy,” Carl explained.
Maybe you were being too harsh on him. Carl was a Gallagher, after all. Crazy runs in their blood.
“Can you promise to never do anything like that ever again? It’s hard enough for you to be a cop, I can’t have my husband locked up,” you sighed, shaking your head.
“Yes, babe, I promise. Now get under those covers before our baby girl gets cold!” Carl ordered, smiling at how adorable and worried you were.
“You still think it’s a girl?” you grinned, furrowing your eyebrows.
“I really don’t think the world can handle another Gallagher man. Now let’s snuggle,” he laughed, tugging you gently under the covers with him.
“You have a point, Officer Gallagher,” you sighed, melting into his arms once again.
“Goodnight, babe.”
