The Walking Dead Fics

Request: Yes, anon

Daryl x reader who struggles w/ self harm?

Warnings: Mentions of self harm - cutting. I don’t want you to think I’m romanticizing it or think of it that way - if you need to talk to somebody my messages are always open. I’ve struggled too, so I understand many of the thoughts that accompany it. <3 

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The cold steel of the gun in your hands comforts you as you run your fingers over the barrel and back towards the trigger. You busy yourself counting the number of bullets out you need to fill the cartridge before pushing them in one by one. The repetitive process calms your mind for a the few minutes it takes. Without thinking, you roll up the sleeves of your over sized flannel to keep them from getting in the way.

“Damn, y/n,” Daryl exclaims, concern making his deep, curt voice seem almost soft. “What happened to your arm?” Panic floods your system before your able to get a hold of yourself. He motions to the cluster of thin, shallow wounds going up your forearm. You can’t help but curse yourself mentally for being so dumb as to forgetting about what might be the best kept secret you’ve had for the past few months all to blow it while lost in thought.

“Oh,” you stutter, searching your brain for an excuse that won’t make him even more suspicious, “I got them on a run a bit ago. I’d been running from a walker and scraped it against a tree. It’s nothing to be worried about.” God, I wouldn’t believe myself if I heard that lameass excuse, you scold yourself. It seems like Daryl thinks the same as you because he reaches over and grabs your arm carefully to get a better look.

“No, no,” he mutters, lost in thought. “These ain’t no tree scrapes. Y/n, did you do these?” You yank your arm back with more force than necessary, which tells him all he needs to know. The angry expression you expect to mask his face instead morphs into one of concern and sadness. That somehow makes you feel worse. Him angry is something you can deal with--you’ve seen it time and time again, though, almost always directed towards someone else. This? This you’ve never been good with.

“Sweetheart,” the redneck struggles out. You could almost laugh at his attempt to sound kind instead of being blunt as he can sometimes be if only the situation wasn’t so serious.

“Things have been tough for me recently,” you answer the unasked question you could see forming in his mind. “I didn’t want to talk about it because...I know I need to be tougher. There isn’t time to be weak with the dead out there and the problems we’re already facing--” Daryl cuts you off by leaning in and pushing you to his chest.

A tear runs down your cheek slowly as you realize he’s holding back some of his own. This is what you wanted to avoid--making those around you feel as bad as you were.

Request: Yes, anon

Hiya I found your eye for an eye imagine and fell In love with your writing. It's amazing. Just wondering if your going to do a part two for it. It was amazing xxx

WARNINGS: Gore? Kinda gross not gonna lie. SWEARING - but like 1 word

Words: 776

An Eye For An Eye Part One 

Y’all better roast me for being away so long I deserve it oml even if you’re new and this is the first thing you read by me, roast me nonetheless

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, assessing yourself in a way that isn’t necessary in a post-apocalyptic world where looks truly don’t matter. First, you glance over your hair, fixing it here and there as it refuses to cooperate. Next, is the scars and scrapes that liter your face, wounds of war and proof of triumphs. Although, none of those silly things compare to your true battle scar; the hollowed socket where your right eye is supposed to be.

“Y/n!” Carl calls into the room anxiously. You can hear him pacing back and forth outside the door, waiting for you. “Are you okay?” Carl’s been scared to leave you alone ever since it happened. Even when he could barely look you in the one good eye you have left , he didn’t leave. You should be thankful for that, and you are, of course. Nothing has been the same since it happened, especially you. No matter how much of a bitch you were and how much you tried to push him away, he never left. However, this been some of the most alone time you’ve had since the incident. You’d rather enjoy it for a few more seconds.

“I’m fine, Carl,” you call out, beginning to fix the bandage back onto your face. With the gruesome wound covered, you can almost pretend that nothing ever happened. The thing is, though, it did happen.

You push open the door and put on a smile for the boy waiting outside. He tries his best to hide the worry on his face, but you can still see hints of it in his eyes and by the way he wraps his arms around you the second you’re close to him.

“They’re back,” Carl whispers. He’s so quiet you’re not sure you heard him correctly the first time. “It’s done.” You expect a wave of relief to wash over you, to cloud all your senses to the point that you can’t feel anything else. The man who deformed you, the man who took something you could never get back, the man whose name makes your blood boil, is dead. The only regret you wanted to feel was the fact that you weren’t able to kill him yourself.

You feel none of that.

Carl releases you and you run off to find Rick. You know he was the one to do it, it was always going to be him, in the end.

“Rick!” you exclaim the moment he comes into sight. He looks beaten and battered to the point you’re surprised he hasn’t slumped over where he stands. The permanent tired look on his face seems to stand out even more now, revealing just how much wear he’s been through these last few days. Still, he smiles when he sees you.

“We did it,” he cries. “It’s finally over.” You run and hug him, nearly toppling him over in the process. Now, some of that relief begins to hit you, slowly by slowly you feel yourself really accepting it. He’s gone. Negan is truly gone.

“Did you…?” you begin, not even knowing how to phrase the question. Before Rick left you asked him to do something for you when he finally took Negan down. It was something so out of character you’d thought he would say no, scream it if he could have. Surprisingly, none of that happened. None of you are the same, and this just proved it.

Rick reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small jar filled with water and one brown eye bobbing up and down. You reach out and grab it, your hands shaking as you hold it. Something so unusually cruel should send chills down your bones. Yet, all you feel is a fire inside you.

“What’s that?” Carl asks you, coming up from behind. One of his arms sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You take a breath and pass him the jar, letting him have it.

“Retribution,” you explain. It’s all you have to say for him to understand. You weren’t the only one looking forward to this moment. He still has nightmares about that night, not that you blame him. He refuses to talk about it to you, no matter how many times you assure him that he can tell you anything. You both needed this.

Request: Yes, anon

Would it be ok if I requested another Michonne x Female Reader? Maybe some angst and fluff? Where the reader thinks their completely useless, but Michonne helps them. And fluffy cuddles, Idk...

WARNINGS: NONE

Words: 488

I’m still on vacation (just went from one grandparent’s house to the next, barely being able to stay at home for a day before leaving ugh) so uploads will still be on a weird schedule, I’m sorry <3

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You throw down the shovel in your hand after trying to help Maggie with the farm for the last hour. Everything you tried to work on had ended horribly and you’ve had enough of it. Nothing you do comes out right, you might as well not even be here because of how useless you are to the group. They could be so much better off without you.

You let out a frustrated grunt and begin to walk back to your house to take shower or something and clear your head. You can help out later after cooling off and maybe it will turn out better than everything else has been going. However, you doubt it since the odds haven’t exactly been in your favor. Tears prickle your eyes and you wipe them away quickly.

“Y/n!” Michonne calls, running towards you. You curse silently and continue trying to wipe the tears from your eyes before she sees. You and Michonne have been together for a few months now and she’s always checking on you to make sure that you’re okay. She knows how things are for you, but no matter what she’s always been by your side. “Wait, are you crying?” You shake your head quickly, but it’s too late.

“I can’t do anything right and I’m so sick of it,” you mutter quietly. “I’m useless. Worse than useless!” Michonne wraps an arm around your shoulders and guides you back to the house. She grabs your hand and leads you back upstairs against your arguments of how you need to get back to work and try to find something you won’t screw up. Michonne only cuts you off with a look and pulls you down onto her bed.

“You know what you need?” Michonne whispers as you lay down on bed. “Relax. So come here and relax with me.” She kisses you between every word and you can’t fight the smile making its way to your lips. Michonne always knew how to make you feel better and calm you down during stressful times. And, oh, has this been a stressful week.

You rest your head on Michonne’s shoulder and wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her towards you. Everything seems perfect as she wraps her arms back around you.

Request: Yes, anon

hey so idk if this is against the rules (but imma do it anyway) but i was wondering if u could do one where its like the twd cast (not the character) & ur part of the cast (instead of their characters) & ur younger then chandler (like around 15 maybe 16) & they find out ur being abused at home by ur father? like u hve them pick u up from home or something & ur in the middle of a beating, & u run out in the middle of it to go in the car & like ur father follows to where ur goin(like a con) and --

(Part 2 of the request of the one i just sent i ran out of space) where was i ? Oh yeah like he follows you to where you are all going (like a con) and you see him in the crowd and when its over or something he comes and tries to beat you again but someone stops him , like norman or something ?

WARNING: ABUSE

Words: 1086

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I check my phone for the hundredth time it seems waiting for the confirmation text from Chandler saying that he and Norman were going to come pick you up. You’re sitting in your room, trying to keep yourself away from your dad. He hated it that you were going to this con, so you thought that keeping yourself away from him and getting Norman to pick you up that maybe it would keep him happy? Or at least just content with it. You weren't sure if it was working, but you had to assume it was.

“Y/n!” yells your dad, his harsh voice making you wince. Just at the sound of his voice you want to cry. Scenarios run through your head of what he could possibly want before you’re heading out, but you have to stuff them all aside and begin to walk downstairs.

“Yes, dad?” You call back. Your voice is much quieter than his and fragile. You portrayed a smart, strong girl on The Walking Dead. Someone who has been through so much yet is still kind hearted and has a voice that could stop anyone. Oh, how you wish that you were anything like her.

“You’ll be back for dinner, right?” You wince and shake your head. Before you know it, a hand connects with your cheek and you gasp, but you say nothing. “Wouldn’t do a good job of cooking either way, would ya?” You stay quiet and let him ramble on as you fight tears from streaming down your face. A short vibration comes from your pocket and you grab your phone.

We’re here, reads the text from Chandler. You smile to yourself and run to grab your bags.

“Hey, get back here!” your dad yells. You grab your bag and throw it over your shoulder and slam the front door behind you. It’s easy to block out your dad’s yelling as you run out and jump in Norman’s car.

“Drive,” you tell them and they give you a weird look, but don’t question. Well, not yet.

“Y/n,” Chandler says, looking over at you. He sat in the backseat with you to keep you company. Or because Norman was picking on him again and made him sit in the back because he’s still a “kid.” But you prefer to think that he just wanted to keep you company. “Your cheek is really red, what happened?” You brush it off as just you blushing from running. Norman glances back to get a look and adds in, saying it looks like you’ve been slapped. You shut your mouth and plug in your headphones, not wanting to answer them or talk about it anymore. They seem to take the hint and leave you alone for now.

As soon as you get there, you’re ushered inside and are barely given a moment to breathe let alone be questioned by Norman and Chandler. However, they’ve gotten to talk to Lincoln because he comes around asking questions. You don’t confirm nor deny their questions concerning your dad and if he abuses you. That pretty much answers their questions. They talk amongst themselves and keep glancing at you. It makes you so irritated, but you’re about to go on stage in front of so many people. You can’t go out there looking upset. That’s why you just got to fake a smile and carry on.

Someone comes back and lines all of you up for who they’re going to announce. Chandler is behind you and you feel a hand gently grab yours.

“You okay?” he asks. You plaster a smile on your face.

“I’m fine, Chandler,” you say. Before he can answer, you’re walking out on stage and sitting in your seat. Everything is going smooth. Questions that come your way you’re able to answer easily and the smile never slips from your face. Before you know it, you’re not faking it anymore. Being surrounded by everyone makes you happy and seeing all the faces of fans that you’ve made happy. Every worry in your mind seems to just disappear. That is, until you see his face in the crowd.

“No,” you mutter under your breath. “No, it can’t be.” Chandler hears you and shoots you a concerned look. His hand grabs yours and gives it a reassuring grip that would make you feel better if it didn’t see like everything was starting to spin out of control.

“Y/n,” the host says, looking at you.

“Hmm? Yes?” you ask, not realizing someone had asked you a question.

“Uh, what’s your favorite emoji?” the fan from the crowd asks.

“Oh, umm,” you glimpse back to the crowd where your father is sitting and close your eyes for a moment. You’re aware how suspicious you’re acting and you can’t help it. Coming here was stupid, but running out on your father was even worse. “The double heart emoji, of course.” Your voice comes out shaky and you curse silently. “Where can you go wrong with double the love?”

Your father looks at you even though you avoid looking at him. Everyone on the panel has been trying to figure out what’s wrong. Chandler keeps a comforting grip on your hand throughout the panel. You’re not sure if you’re happy when it ends or not because as soon as you’re welcomed of the stage, you’re dad begins to move through the crowd towards you.

“Chandler,” you whisper as your dad makes his way to you. You don’t even know how he got past security. He must have just said that he’s your father and that’s all they need. “Chandler!” Your dad grabs you and hits you even with everyone around you. Fury is clearly clouding his judgement. Norman comes out of nowhere and grabs your dad off of you. Chandler drags you away from everything and to a safe spot.

You sit there for a while trying to calm down. Chandler stays with you the whole time and most of the cast. They’re not just your cast, though. They’re your family. Norman comes back a little while later, wanting to personally see to it that your father was taken care of.

Request: Yes, @fioblogs

Hey can you do one w carl where the reader gets raped and he's there when it happened and then he helps her get through it? Can you make it long? If no its ok thanks!!

Warnings: MENTIONS OF RAPE, WRITTEN ABOUT A RAPE VICTIM

Words: 1,178

Sorry, I meant to post this sooner but I got sad, so it’s going up a little late

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You stare out the window of your small room, a feeling of numbness filling you from head to toe. Tears roll gently down your face as memories move slowly through your mind. Each time you replay what happened from start to finish it just begins again, each time hurting a little bit more. Few know what happened and you don’t want anybody else to know. It’s not like they could help you feel any different. You’re starting to think that nothing can help this but time, maybe. The men who did it is dead. Rick and Michonne made certain of that. But it doesn’t stop the pain like you thought it might. You can still feel his hands everywhere they shouldn’t be...

There is a sudden knock on the door making you jump. In one swift motion, you wipe the tears off your cheeks. Although it doesn't do any good. Your puffy and bloodshot eyes betray you. All last night you had laid in bed for a while with tears slowly cascading down your cheeks. Falling asleep had been hard enough with everything going on with Alexandria, but this was something entirely different. You were thankful for the small amount of sleep you had gotten. No matter how hard you try you just can’t turn your mind off no matter what you try to do, so sleep is really your only escape.

“Can I come in?” Carl’s voice sounds muffled through the door, but you can still hear the worry in his voice. He was there when it happened and was the one who rescued you. You shake your head, trying to not think about it for right now.

“Yeah,” you say, trying your best to hide the fact that you’ve been crying in your voice. Your hate how weak you sound and you wish you could be stronger. You wish that you could just push it behind you and move on. You wish.

The door opens and Carl steps into the room. He doesn’t turn on the light or say how you should get up and get some fresh air because it will “make you feel better” like he knows what will make you feel better. All he does is sit down on the chair next to yours for a few minutes and look out the window. It kills you. You’d been hoping he would say something--anything! Silence is everywhere and it makes you want to scream.

“I’m sorry,” Carl says after a few more minutes of dead silence. “I shouldn’t have taken you on that run--I mean, you hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place! I forced you to go and it was so selfish of me and if I hadn’t done that you’d be okay right now. Or if I had just kept a better eye on you or been able to get help faster--I don’t know! It’s all my fault and I’m so sorry.” His words bring tears to your eyes. It wasn’t his fault. Yes, you hadn’t wanted to go out on the run. However, him convincing you to go doesn't make it automatically his fault. It’s the man who did it’s fault and only his. Carl won’t see it that way, though. In his eyes, everything is his fault.

“No, it’s not your fault,” you choke out. “If anything, it was my own fault. Maybe I had done something to make him do this or--” Your voice cracks and you stop. Carl sits next to you, looking defeated. He must realize the look on his face because he replaces it with a strong, unbroken look. Seeing him sad made you feel worse. This was what happened to you, they shouldn’t be all sad about it.

“It’s not your fault at all, y/n.” He leans forward as if thinking of hugging you, but stops himself. You leaned back either way, not wanting physical contact. It does reminds you of what happened right after. Carl had ran out and found Rick and Michonne who beat the crap out of the man who had done it. Even though it was too late to stop him. He’d had his fun and laid you discarded in the corner like you were just a toy that he could discard when he was finished with. Carl had ran towards you and was about to pull you into him, but stopped. Immediately, he took his jacket off to cover up as much of you as he could. You’d felt so...exposed and dirty. No amount of clothing could change that feeling. It hasn’t gone away like you hoped it would. If anything the feeling has intensified. You’re tainted, broken, dirty. All you wanted was for it to go away.

Sobs rack through your body as you go back through what happened once again. Carl rests a hand on your arm gently and tells you everything is going to be okay. You can tell he’s trying to do all that he can to calm you down and it makes you feel a little bit better that someone cares. After a while, you manage to calm down. He takes the moment to suggest playing a game or reading a book.

“You can’t dwell on this,” he says. “It’ll just make it worse. You don’t have to go outside yet or anything, but you have to do something different then sit here and think.” You know he’s right even though you don’t feel like doing anything, so you nod silently. A surprised smile appears on his face. You can be very stubborn, well, you are always very stubborn. It takes a great amount of persuasion to get you to agree to anything.

“Carl, you don’t have to do this, y’know?” you say softly as he returns with a pack of cards. He settles down on the floor

“I know, y/n, but I want to be here for you,” he whispers. “I just hate seeing you like this.” You hated being like this. It’s just hard. However, the game of cards you and Carl start does take your mind off of it and you feel a little bit better.

Time passes and the two of you continue to play cards and find other games to play. Rick and Michonne come up with Monopoly at some point and you all four start a game. It ends as well as you would expect it to for people who are armed. Michonne threatened to cut off Rick’s certain parts if he doesn’t pay rent and that’s when you all decide to take a good long break...until tomorrow.

Request: Yes, @mr-robot-x

Hey! Could you do a Rick scenario where the reader dies instead of Glenn and Abraham? The reader have 12/13 years old and she is like a daughter to him

WARNINGS: SAD????

Words: 459

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There are always going to be moments in someone’s life that they never forget. They affect your life in a way that you could never explain to anybody else who didn’t experience it. Hell, you might not even be able to explain it to yourself. Those moments can be good or they can be so bad that just hearing about them again makes you want to cry until you can’t anymore. Or maybe they make you want to kill.

That’s how Rick feels the moment that he sees Negan bash Lucille on Y/n’s head. One blow was enough to take her down. She’s not strong like any of the others who were sitting right next to her. She shouldn’t have even been here, but she snuck on the trailer because she didn’t want to leave us because she’d had a nightmare the night before that she lost everyone. Instead, it was Rick who was now losing everybody.

The crack resounded through the clearing. Nobody seemed to even realize what happened until Y/n’s body collapsed onto the ground and blood began to pool around her. Blood splattered onto Rick and he tentatively raised a hand to brush it away. That’s when it hits them all. That’s when it really hits Rick.

A strangled scream escapes his lips before he can stop himself and tears cascade down his cheeks. Y/n was too young for a fate like this. She was too young to have to do half the things she’s had to and see what she has. When he first found her close to the beginning of all of this she was so small and fragile. Nothing that fragile can survive in this world. Somehow she had, though. She kept making crowns of flowers whenever they stopped and would dance around everybody when she knew things were tense. Just her little smile would brighten up the whole world from the darkness it was always surrounded with.

“Now things didn’t have to end like this,” Negan said. “I didn’t want to do that, but you pulled my arm.” Rick took a moment before responding and when he did, it was barely above a whisper.

“I am going to kill you,” he said quietly. “I am going to kill you for Y/n.” Negan lets out a bellowing laugh that echoes all around them. Rick’s gaze is cold and deadly.

“Now would she like that?”

“We won’t know. Because you killed her and now I’m going to kill you.”

Request: 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: 748

I’ll more than likely do a part two to this one, tell me if you’d like to see that!

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You walk down the street, hand in hand with your boyfriend Ron. He’s going on about something that had happened earlier, but you aren’t paying attention to him. Your mind is wandering and thoughts are running through your mind a mile a minute. You and Ron have been dating for the past few months. It was great at first, or so you thought. However, as time progressed it seemed there was a different side to him. He talks about revenge against Carl and Rick for what happened to his dad even though he knows that they saved you and that they’re your family. Not to mention, you’re used to being outside the walls and Ron has never even stepped foot out there. He can’t protect himself let alone make you even feel the slightest bit safe. You’re always on edge and he can never help you calm down.

“Are you listening to me?” Ron asks you, stopping abruptly to look at you. You snap out of your thoughts quickly and turn to him.

“Oh, uh, no,” you say. “Sorry, I was thinking.” He shrugs and begins to walk again.

“I figured as much.” We continue to walk in silence for a little longer before he asks, “What were you thinking about.”

“Alexandria,” you lie smoothly. “The food shortage is growing and if we don’t–”

“You can’t worry about that right now. I mean, there isn’t even anything you can do about it.” You bite your tongue and just nod. There was something you could do about it. You could go out on runs to find food and water. Ron doesn’t think that you should go out there. That never stops you, but it does make you feel good either. “Ugh. There’s Carl.”  You turn to see Carl standing against the porch outside his house. Ron scowls as he jogs over to the two of you.

“Hey, could I borrow you for a minute?” Carl asks you. Ron opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off quickly.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll see you later.” Carl turns to walk back to his house and you follow him. Ron isn’t happy about it and he stomps back to his own house.

You used to spend all of your time hanging out at his house and pretty much still do. Michonne is like a mom to you, so she’s always inviting you over to have dinner with them to make sure you’re eating enough and all of that.

“Did you actually need something or were you just trying to annoy Ron?” you ask Carl, shooting him a look. He shrugs and lays down on the couch, leaving you to take a seat on the chair next to him.

“You seemed unhappy.” You roll your eyes. Carl’s been trying to get your attention for, well, even before you and Ron started to date. Both of you had been such good friends before and you didn’t want to look at him that way. “I just want you to be happy, Y/n. Let me show you how good of a guy I am.”

“I know how good of a guy you are!” you exclaim, standing up. Carl jumps in surprise at your outburst. “I see it every time you’re with Judith and how you’re always trying to make me happy. Even how you’re always trying to save everybody even though it leaves you almost getting yourself killed! And you’re always looking out for me when I go on runs. You’re a great guy.” Carl stays quiet and watches you. “When I’m with you I’m way happier than I’ve ever been with Ron or anybody else, for that matter. You make me feel like I’m…safe.”

Carl grabs your hand and pulls you down with him on the couch. Before you can say anything, he’s wrapping his arms around you and that feeling of safety surrounds you. You sigh happily and cuddle into him. If only it could stay like this without everything getting so…messy. Ron will surely be mad at you and be even more mad at Carl.

“Stop thinking,” Carl whispers. “It won’t help.” You shrug and wrap your arms around Carl’s neck, bringing you closer to him. “I’ll keep you safe.” You believe him when he says that. So for now, you stay cuddling on the couch with him and let him hold you. That is, until the door swing opens and you freeze.

Request: Yes, @fandomnationwhore

Could u do an imagine were maybe the reader was an serial killer a dangerous one and ricks group finds her one day on a hunt and let’s her out of her cage like jail cell and she sees how negans treats them and kills him in front of everyone before he could do anything to her and them thanks

WARNINGS: NONE

Words: 414

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You walk down the street, this new Negan character has you quite interested, so you decided to wander around Alexandria and try to find him. After everything he has done to the whole group makes your blood boil. Maybe it’s because he reminds you of yourself or maybe it’s just because you knew both of the men who died the night they first saw him and want to see who could kill some of the strongest men you’ve come across. Either way, you want to see him with your own two eyes. Hopefully, even kill him.

Rick found you while they were out on a hunt. They were scavenging around and stumbled onto the cell you were locked in by someone who had recognized you. You’d been locked up because you used to be a really bad guy. A serial killer, to be more specific. However, who isn’t a killer nowadays? Even the kid around here has killed his fair share of people. And way younger than you had started. Hell, he might even be more dangerous than most people that you’ve met. Stuff like that matters still, but only because it can mean life and death. If someone comes and tries to take your stuff then you kill them. It’s as simple as that and you don’t understand why Rick won’t kill him. Ever since that night, he’s been weaker. You can’t blame him too much after what went down there, though.

There’s a crowd ahead of you and you believe that’s where the infamous Negan is. You stroll up to them. You unhook the button on your thigh holster and rest your hand on it.

“Is this Negan?” you ask Rick as you shantay up to the two of them. Your face is cold and emotionless. Usually, that’d send a shiver down people’s spines, but not Negan. No, he smiles. You scoff and turn to him instead.

“I am. And who might you be?” A smile spreads across your face. Your hand is wrapped around your gun. In one quick movement, you have your gun pressed to his head. He’s barely registered this as you say, “You’re worst nightmare.”

Bang.

The shot rings out and Negan’s lifeless body falls to the floor. Blood sprays on Rick in a heavy spray while not as much hits you. Everyone is too shocked to say anything.

Request: Yes, anon

Can you do one where the reader was a really good guitar player and put on a run her and carl find an electric guitar and she gets really excited and just lots of fluff? I lOve your works by the way

WARNING: NONE

Words: 753

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You slip out of the small crack in the fence, not even waiting for Carl to join you, and begin to set off down the road. Excitement is coursing through your veins which makes it hard to keep yourself from running off down the road before Carl even has the slightest chance of catching up with you.

“Someone’s happy to get out of there,” Carl says. You roll your eyes at him stating the obvious and punch him on the shoulder.

“Of course I am!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in a dramatic fashion. “I’ve been cooped up in there for God knows how long. Not since I hurt my ankle on the last run.” Carl winces as he remember what happened last time. Things hadn’t gone as smoothly as either of you would have hoped they would last time you were allowed out on a run. Although, that time there were a few others along with you. But long story short, you ended up being surrounded by walkers with no weapon. One tripped you while you were trying to run and Carl barely made it there in time to keep you from being bitten. With your ankle hurt, you weren’t allowed out of the gates and couldn’t even climb the fence to get out like you normally do. It’d been Hell for the both of you being stuck inside.

Carl wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him for a quick second before letting you. Usually, little things like that don’t have much effect on you, but coming from Carl…? You could feel your cheeks heat up slightly and a small smile blossom on your face.

“Nothing like that will happen this time,” Carl assures you. “I’ll make sure of it.” Your smile grows even larger and you grab his hand that’s hanging loosely by his side. For a moment, you fear he’ll pull away at first, but he immediately tightens his grip and shoots you a kind smile.

With Carl’s hand in yours, the walk is still lengthy, but much more enjoyable. It’s not long before you stumble across a few stores and houses. Both of you decide it’s best to search together and watch out for any walkers. This is mostly Carl’s idea, but you decide to let him have his little moment thinking he’s keeping you safe

“Oh, Carl, look!” you almost scream as you grab a guitar resting against a wall in some kid’s room you two were searching. “My dad taught me how to play the guitar when I was younger.” You go over and pick it up. Carl follows you close behind as you make yourself comfortable on the bed, the guitar resting on your lap.

Quietly, you begin to play a melody your dad taught you. A large smile spreads across your face as you start to play louder and faster.

“That was cute,” Carl says as you finish. You give him a questioning look. Adorable? You were going more for badass rocker chick instead of adorable. “You got really excited when you started playing and when you got into it you stuck your tongue out. It was adorable.” You stick your tongue out and laugh.

“I haven’t been able to play in forever it feels. I got a little excited.” You stare down at the guitar in your hands.

“Bring it back. Alexandria could use some live entertainment to cheer the place up.” Your face lights up and you spring forward to hug Carl. You kiss his cheeks, forehead, and plant one right on his nose before he can stop you. You’re pulling back to grab your guitar when Carl’s hands grab your face and pulls you into a kiss.

Before you can process what just happened, Carl is picking up your guitar and holding a hand out for you. You take it sheepishly and let him pull you up.

“We should probably start to head back.” It seems he’s lost a bit of his confidence and is the shy boy you knew once again. “You know, before my dad starts to worry too much.” You laugh and follow him.

“Maybe you could teach me sometime?” Carl asks. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind,” you say with a smile, pecking him on the cheek. “You can teach me a few things in return.” You walk ahead of him, throwing him a flirty look back.