ALONE TOGETHER (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

The pain pours down like you’ve never witnessed before. It smacks against the window of the rover, filling the car with a loud shooting noise. Bellamy has his determined eyes on the road, wanting nothing more than to get to our destination and come to Kane’s aid.

But the Universe has a different plan. Suddenly, the rover comes to an abrupt halt and he quickly puts his arm in front of you, holding you back despite your seatbelt being on.

His eyes are wide as he slams his foot on the gas, removing his hand from you as you catch your breathe. “No, no, no,” he  mumbles, pressing his foot down as he turns the steering wheel to no avail.

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THE RED STRING // ONGOING MASTERLIST 

Sunshine

Request(s): I think the request are open(sorry if there not), but what about from your first promplist nr 5, nr6 or nr 60 with Murphy? 🙏

Pairing: Murphy/Girlfriend!Y/n

Word Count: 1,200 (it was supposed to be shorter, oops)

MASTERLIST

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“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark we need to leave. Now” Clarke was trying to get people to move. The ark had dropped them on the wrong mountain, and without the supplies they would die quickly.

“I have a better idea” Bellamy spoke up, “You go and find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”

Delinquents shouted a ton of “yeah”’s in the air.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go” Wells spoke up, gesturing with his hands to try and get some motivation.

You stood near Bellamy and Octavia. You had ventured off not soon after landing, looking around the earth around you. You got back quick enough however, to see your boyfriend pick a fight with someone.

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Masterlist!!

The 100

Bellamy Blake 

My Queen (Part 1)

My Queen (Part 2)

Accidents

In Need Of Your Love

Make Me Strong Enough

Easy Choice

Oblivious

Perfect gift (AU)

More Than Friends

Nothing Like A Monster

Safe Place

Adventurous Night

Not Alone Anymore

Haunted

Bird Set Free

You Are Sick

Don’t Die On Me

Mistake 

No Matter What (Sibling!Reader)

Addicted 

Worth Surviving

Falling For A Stranger

Too Stubborn

Finding Home

Deepest Wish

Take The Blame 

Chained Love

Sleeping With Bellamy Would Include…

Guiding Stars

Dating Bellamy Would Include…

Because Of You 

Here For You 

Coming Home (AU)

Just With You

Fake Texts

Jasper Jordan 

Meet Me In The Rain (AU)

John Murphy 

Frozen

My Guardian

Back

Murphy Having A Soft Spot For You Would Include…

Happy Again

Sleeping With Murphy Would Include…

Fake Texts 

Raven Reyes 

Caught (Sibling!Roan)

Sleeping With Raven Would Include…

Fake Texts

Bob Morley

My Bellamy

Secretly

Get To Know Me (Part 1)

Get To Know Me (Part 2)

Sleepless Night 

The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson 

Not Important (Part 1)

Not Important (Part 2)

Good Night

Kol Mikaelson

Worth The Risk

Lucky

Klaus Mikaelson

Love At First Sight

Not So Harmless

Love Worth Waiting 

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood 

Miracle Night

Let’s Go Home

Trapped

Lifeline

No Need For Forgiveness 

Isabelle Lightwood

Sleep Tight

Riverdale 

Archie Andrews 

Savior 

GIRL WYD????? DUMP HIM.

I did some digging and found out why this dude went douchebag

She’s one of THOSE shoppers :P

NO BUT SERIOUSLY THO!!! Check this out!

I found their entire photoshoot (I think). They were a happy couple once:

D’awww

IT GETS BETTER THO

They TOTALLY had a 3some with that chick in the red dress at some point. 

Most (if not all) of their stock photos here

The plot thickens.

ur not a true fan until you know all of the lore

Theo Raeken imagine #6

Imagine: Theo and Stiles talking about you and why Theo likes you.

It was no secret that Stiles absolutely hated Theo, he didn’t trust him at all. What made Stiles hate worse is that Theo had a crush on you. Everyone, expect for you, knew about this. The rest of the pack was still not sure about Theo being in the pack yet but they treated him like a friend. However, when Stiles heard about his crush on you, he freaked out even more.

Since the moment he knew he always kept an eye on you and whenever Theo got closer to you Stiles made sure to step in. At first you didn’t see much of it but you were drawn to Theo just as much as he was drawn to you. You had already talked to Stiles about this but he didn’t want to listen. Luckily for you, the rest of the pack treated Theo normally and let you and Theo chat whenever Stiles wasn’t there.

Theo: so you’re here because you are never going to trust me? Stiles: yep, glad we had this talk. Theo shook his head realizing that this was about you. Theo: you know who you remind me of? Stiles: Theo I don’t care. Theo: you remind me of y/n.

This peeked Stiles interest. Theo: she’s smarter than anyone too. And a pain in the ass like you. Stiles raised his brow as Theo continued his story. Theo: the best thing about y/n is how she looks out for everyone, everyone including me. She cares. Maybe that’s why the two of you are so close and maybe that’s why you don’t like me being around her. But I’ll be around her, Stiles. And there really isn’t anything you can do about that. I love being around her. I’m fine with you not trusting me but I’m not okay with you keeping me away from y/n.

IMAGINE carl seeing you undressing through your window but then you catch him

Disruptions

a/n: this has been written over the course of a couple of days so forgive me if it’s shit. Requests are coming soon!!

Warnings: SMUT, sMuT and more smut.

Summary: When you and Carl begin to get very heated something interrupts the two of you, but that doesn’t stop Carl.

You and Carl had the whole house to yourselves and you were sat on Carl’s lap, straddling him as he lay on the bed and you could feel him from beneath you. Wearing just one of Carl’s tops and underwear and Carl wearing just a top and boxers the friction was intense, making you both writhe with pleasure as you squirmed on his cock. You’d grind down against him and he’d chuckle letting out a small but strangled moan and each time you did it you could feel the dampness soaking through.

“I can feel how hard you are.” You whisper in his ear before bringing your lips to his cheek, then to the left corner of his mouth and then to the right.  

“And who’s fault is it?” You could hear Carl starting to get impatient and because of his lack of willpower he brings his hands to your face, pulling your lips to his. Your tongues move against each other and before you can let yourself get lost in it you pull away from him, sit up and move his hands from your face, pinning them to the sides of his head.  

“I take pride in the ability to make you this hard.” You laugh and you lower your head again, this time peppering kisses along his neck then moving on to the collarbones. You make your way south, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You hook a finger in the waistband but don’t do anything and instead just stare at him, your eyes filled with lust and matching Carl’s as he stares back at you with his mouth gaping.  

You finally tug down the boxers and his length hits his stomach. You take a hold of him and look up at him and his head is against his pillow with his eyes shut tight. You stroke him for about a minute and little moans and grunts leave his mouth before you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and suck harshly. Surprising you a little Carl lets out a loud moan and grips your hair. You smile to yourself and do it again and again and again

“Fuck (Y/n,) don’t stop.” He practically shouts. You begin to bob you head up and down and before you know it, you’re going as far as you can without gagging. When you bring your head up so you can breath and give yourself a minute Carl rises to, his face right up close to yours. You can feel his breath, the warmth of it had you shivering. He’s about to kiss you but a loud bang, the sound of things falling from downstairs had Carl and you rising to attention.  

He quickly gets his boxers back on and grabs his gun before running down the stairs and you following right behind him. You both enter the living room and are greeted to the site of Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie and Carol.

“What the hell was that?” Carl shouts, and you imagine that his heart must be beating as fast as yours. Each of their heads turn to look at the pair of you stood in the doorway and each of them smile and furrow their eyebrows at the same time.  

“Sorry, we didn’t want to disturb you guys but um,” Rick smirks, not making eye contact and tries to hold in his laughter. “Glenn dropped the plates.” You both sighed at the relief and you shut your eyes before realizing that you’re only in a top and underwear. You are thankful that the top you’re wearing as Carl’s because it isn’t very revealing and covers the most of you.  

“How are you guys back? How long have you been back?” Carl asked his dad and Michonne and they smile along with the others.  

“Long enough.” Rick says, making your cheeks heat up and turn red. “Carl, put some pants on your something.” He chuckles, still refusing to make eye contact. Looking down you see the reason why. The bulge in Carl’s underwear was very prominent and had you chuckling once you realized. He looked down and rolled his eyes before grabbing your hand and walking upstairs, pulling you behind him.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” He says, shutting his door behind him. You laugh again and he stares at you.

“I’m sorry, sorry.” You smile again and try to contain your laughter.

“Find it funny do you? Well you know what.” Before finishing his sentence he walks over to you and lifts you, ignoring your screams of laughter before throwing you onto the bed and crawling up your body. His fingers skim your up your body and you squirm at the touch, shutting your eyes and smiling. His face in front of yours when you open your eyes and he’s staring down at you, his eyes filled with an emotion. One you’d never seen before. It was lust, filled with love and you never wanted it to go away.

You lift your head so that your lips connect and his tongue enters your mouth while his hands travel towards your pussy. He pushes your thighs apart and brings his hand to your clit, wasting no time. You jump a little at the sudden contact but have no time to register it because he begins to rub quick, harsh circles. Disconnecting your lips from his he lowers his head to your neck and leaves tiny kisses and you moan out his name.  

You can feel the smile against your skin and although you are aware that his father is downstairs, you were to lost in the moment to care about anything or anyone else. He looks up at you and winks before entering a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out. You shake from beneath him at the lack of sensitivity.  

“Carl, more.” You mewl, bucking up your hips against his finger but he removes it and pushed your hips back to the bed. He shushes you before bringing his head to level with yours and looking at you, all the while inserting two fingers into you. He begins to pump them and your breathing becomes faster and hasher by the second while your legs begin to shake from the intensity. He removes his fingers yet again, leaving you breathless and empty.  

He sits up, reaches his hand into the bedside table drawer, pulls out a condom and rips open the foil, rolling it onto himself. You bring your hands down to your clit and rub in circles for a couple of seconds before Carl pushes your hand away, replacing it with his. He holds his cock , placing it at your entrance and the moment felt so long as you waited for him to push into you. When he finally does your back is arching from the bed and your fingers are clenching onto the bed sheets.  

“fuck.” Carl’s tiny whimper has you bringing your hands up and into Carl’s hair and pulling him down to you as you place your lips on his.  

“Move, carl.” You whisper against his lips, your hands on his cheeks and he nods, moving his hips at a slow pace at first before speeding up. You bring your legs around his waist and begin to moan loudly at the new angle that Carl was hitting.

“You’re beautiful you know that. Even if you do embarrass me.” He breathlessly whispers in your ear and you moan even louder. At this point you didn’t care if the whole of Alexandria heard you two because you were too lost in the moment to care.  

“Fuck, Carl, I’m gonna cum.” You mutter the words as you feel your high approaching, your body trembling again, the feeling becoming too intense.  

“It’s okay (Y/n) baby, cum for me.” He kisses you and you assume it’s to muffle your moans and your hips roll with his. “Let go.” He whispers against your lips and before you can become aware of what is happening you can feel yourself clenching around Carl’s cock and him following you, spilling into the condom.  

His thrust grow sloppier by the second and he finally stops and kisses you for a second then pulls out of you, both of you feeling exhausted. Carl moves under the sheets after removing his condom and putting it into the bin and you join him, feeling his hands snake around your waist.  

“You really are gorgeous you know.” Carl’s eyes meet yours and you smile, your cheeks a bright shade of red. You lift your hand to his cheek and kiss him gently but you linger for a bit before staring at him.

“I love you.” You whisper before laying down and closing your eyes.  

“I love you too.” Is the last thing you hear before falling asleep in Carl’s arms.

She Was My Mother // C.G  (Pt. 3)

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, angst

Word Count: 608

“I thought he was dead.” Carl avoids eye contact with me, his lip quivering either with hatred or sadness. I can hear a small sigh emerging from Carl as my father backs away from him.

“I thought he was dead. I thought he…Carl, please look at me.” His hat tilts upwards slightly and I can see the blue glint of his eye. I repeat the phrase ‘I thought he was dead’ like a mantra, begging him to understand. Carl just shakes his head, putting both hands on his knees.

“And I thought you were only person in this world I could trust. I guess we were both wrong then, huh?” Negan just laughs to the side of me, as if this were the funniest thing he’d ever seen : the daughter he hadn’t seen in years getting her heartbroken all because of him; seeing everything I built come crashing down before me. That’s when I hear Rick.

“I will kill you.”

The sun is risen by the time Negan embeds fear in all of our hearts. There’s a commotion, however, all that draws my attention is the thick blood pooling around Abraham and Glenn’s head. I had met Glenn first on the road in the venture to look for his wife. We met Abraham soon after that, and I was taken in like a stray dog to the rest of the group. In retrospect, they saved me, and all I can do now is look at their remains in awe - the doing of the man who raised me. The torment ended with two dead friends, Rick’s submission, and Daryl thrown in the back of a van.

“Now, we’ll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then, ta-ta.” Everyone stays in their positions as the Saviors walk off. The two men who still had their hands wrapped around me pull me to the side and try forcing me in a truck.

“Get off of me. Get off!” Carl’s head snaps around as I kick and push back on these men. Negan hops in the front seat, his men successful as I sit in the bed of the truck with their hands still on me. Carl watches the truck drive off, not saying a word, but not breaking his gaze either. I close my eyes, and imagine the night we met in the shipping container in Terminus. He had blood on the side of his face, and I could see his bright blue eyes even in utter darkness. If I close my eyes tight enough, I can start to imagine the darkness in that container, and how those blue eyes started to give me hope when I fell the victim to the products of a world driven mad. With that, I hear myself starting to cry.

“Sweetheart, are you - are you crying?” Negan asks, checking on me in his rear view mirror.

“Now, now, don’t cry. I remember when you came home from school one day. You had fallen off your bike on the ride home, and all you did was fucking wail that entire night, even though you just had a scrape on your elbow. But your mom, she sang to you and you stopped crying. Now, what’s that song mom used to sing when you were sad? Oh, I remember now.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.

“You’ll never know dear how much I love you.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

I scrunch my face, closing my eyes tightly as tears fall.

“I wanna go home.”

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She Was My Mother // C.G (Pt. 2)

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, slight violence

Word Count: 419

A/N: This is super short, so apologies in advance. But here’s part two! I’m considering a part three in this series.

“Y/N?”

Bruises form on the back of my right arm as his men hold me down, pointing their stolen weapons to my temple. I breathe in dirt from how close I was to the ground.

“Let her stand.” Negan says, wiping the blood from his upper lip with his thumb. I can feel myself being lifted up, arm twisted behind my back. Hair gathered in my face, allowing a distraction for myself, and a shield from the bodies of friends I once knew.

“Y/N.” Negan steps closer, as if in disbelief that I’m still alive after the circumstances that drove us apart. It’s when I feel his calloused hand on the side of my cheek, brushing my hair back that I jerk myself away from him. His eyebrows furrow slightly, finding my eyes again.

The last time I saw my father was two months after it started. He was a broken man then - grief stricken and distraught among other things. We ran into a group that outnumbered us by six, demanding our weapons and food. We refused. That night they ended up leaving with our weapons, food, and me tied up in the backseat of their truck. I managed to break free, but I didn’t turn back to find him. I didn’t turn back, because a man that broken was already dead.

“What’s going on?” Carl seethed, pulling me back to the present. There was no coming from this. With my arm numb, I peer up to see Negan with the bottom half of this face buried in his hands, standing completely still. He looks as if he’s seen a ghost, which I suppose he has.

“What’s going on?” Carl repeats.

“Shut the fuck up kid, or I’ll keep that fucking promise and rip your eye out-”

“Stop. Just stop.” I snap, a smile forming on Negan’s face. He runs his hands through his hair, laughing coldly.

“You know what kid? I’ll tell you what’s going on.” Negan pushes past me straight to Carl, knocking his hat off and yanking a patch of his hair.

“Dad, stop!” As soon as I say those words, I see Carl sink deeper into the floor, his hands in his lap.

“‘Dad.’ Man, I haven’t been called that in so long. Thought I’d never see you again, sweetheart. Damn. ‘Dad.’” His men immediately loosened their grip on me, but not enough for me to run. All I can do is look back to Carl, and all I see is a broken boy, crumbling before me.

She Was My Mother // C.G

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, death, violence

Word Count: 1,845

A/N: This is my first imagine I’ve ever written or posted on Tumblr, so please just bear with me here. I don’t have any followers on this blog yet, so I don’t know if I’ll be posting a part two, but who knows. Thanks, I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!

When the whistles started, I knew it was over. Our knees shoved in the dirt, completely vulnerable to a man without mercy. In my head, I never registered the thought that it could be him; my father, the face behind this terror. He was capable of horrific things, that I did know, but it couldn’t be him. An average gym teacher couldn’t roundup a hundred men and convince them he was strong, or to murder for him. He just couldn’t. My father was capable of terrible things, but whoever this was, he wasn’t my father.

When everyone was kneeling, our bodies bare of our shields, I glanced over at him. Long hair clinging to the sweat on his neck, hat tilted slightly off to the left, and blue eye staring straight back at me, housing an expression that said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough,” as if he could’ve changed the outcome, or should’ve known the Saviors would be waiting for us, Little Red, wandering through the woods. All I wanted to do was stare into that blue eye, wrap my arms arms around him, and pretend nothing else existed. We could play house, mother and father, Dick and Jane, like none of this ever happened. Like that RV door didn’t swing open, and that those boots didn’t meet the floor with a crunch each time he stepped forward, or that it really was him standing before me, every identifiable feature enveloped in bright headlights.

“We pissin’ our pants yet?”

No one spoke, or looked at one another, or even breathed until he spoke again. It was the silence that we feared the most, but when he spoke, that’s when we all became terrified.

“Which one of you pricks is the leader?”

Negan strolled right past me, hand clenched on the handle of the bat as he stood tall above Rick, peering down at the man. I kept my head down, and tried to block out those arrogant smirks and threats coming from his mouth. He crouched down slightly in front of Rick, saying, “Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my people. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not fucking cool.”

I know I shouldn’t’ve tagged along. I could’ve stayed at Alexandria, and watched Judith like Carl said. He didn’t want me here, because he knew something like this could happen. I should’ve listened, and fed Judith when she cried, and made sure that the church was protected. None of this should’ve happened. None of it.

“You have no fucking idea how not fucking cool that shit is. But, I think you’re gonna be up to speed here shortly. Yeah, you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Negan said. I felt sick to my stomach hearing those words, wondering what he meant by them. I didn’t want to know.

“Fuck yeah you are.” Negan smiled again, pacing a little ways away from Rick.

“You see, Rick…Whatever you do, no matter fucking what, you do not mess with the new world order. The new world order is this, and it’s really very simple, even if you’re fucking stupid, which you very well may be…you can understand it. You ready? Here goes, pay attention.

“Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” Negan smirks, bat rested on the side of Rick’s head.

“Today was career today. We invested a lot so you would know who I am, and what I can do.” He walks down the lineup, staring at each person to the right of Rick in their eyes.

“You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now I know, that is a mighty, big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly motherfucking will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out. You are not safe, not even fucking close. In fact, you are fucked.”

I took a sharp breath inward, which drew Carl’s attention from the ongoing speech given by the reckless man I refused to remember. I looked back at him, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, lips pursed and breath showing in the cold. I could feel the tingle in my nose, and feel my eyes gloss over, knowing that after tonight, nothing would ever be the same between us.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished now, did you?”

I turn to face him, watching him twirl his bat with confidence, and watching Rick cower beneath him.

“I don’t wanna kill you people. Just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me, and you can’t do that if you’re fucking dead, now can you?

“I’m not growin’ a garden, but, you killed my people. A whole fucking damn shitload of ‘em. More than I’m comfortable with. And for that, you gotta fucking pay. So, now, I am gonna beat the holy fuck fucking fuckidy fuck outta one of you.”

That’s when I felt the wetness in my eyes spill forward onto my cheeks, strands of my hair clinging to the dampness on my skin. You can hear the fear inside everyone in this moment, and you can feel his smile.

“This,” he motions to his bat. “This is Lucille, and she is fucking awesome.”

I shut my eyes and clench my teeth, scrunching my face together to keep any words from forming inside of my mouth. He walks past Rick, the sound of his boots nearing closer.

“All this…All this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.”

As he passes, I allow myself to sink deeper into the ground as he approaches.

“You got one of our guns.”

There isn’t a bone left in my body that can hold me up, or keep me steady when he kneels in front of Carl, inches from the only person that I would give my life for. Carl’s face shifts, becoming meaner and more aggressive towards Negan.

“Shit, kid. Lighten up. At least cry a little.”

Negan glances over to me, getting up and walking past Carl and I. That’s when I felt the wetness in my eyes spill forward onto my cheeks, strands of my hair clinging to the dampness on my skin. You can hear the fear inside everyone in this moment, and you can feel his smile.

“Jee-sus. You look fucking shitty,” Negan says, looking down at Maggie’s pale face. “Let’s just put you outta your misery right now.”

Glenn let’s out a guttural scream as Negan lifts up his bat, lunging forward when two men kick him to the ground.

“Stop it!”

I can hear myself whimpering as the scene plays out, Glenn forced back in line. I can hear him muttering to stop, not to hurt Maggie.

“Alright, listen. Don’t annyyy of you do that again. I will shut that shit down - no exceptions. First one’s free, it’s an emotional moment. I get it.” He looks over to Carl, then back to Rick, pointing that monstrosity at him.

“JUST STOP THIS-”

“HEY! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don’t make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Eenie meenie minie moe. Catch a tiger by his toe. If he hollers, let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are it.”

My breaths became even more short and uneven in that moment, and I place my hand on the ground. Carl puts his ontop of mine, my neck now littered with wet trails of tears. Negan paces back and forth, and my stomach turns inside out. I turn my hand upside down to hold Carl’s, feeling it and the rest of my body shaking in fear. I look up to see Negan fixated on Abraham.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the other boys eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.” I can see Abraham hold his two fingers up - a peace sign - before he’s hit. As he pummels him to the ground, I look away, burying myself into Carl’s chest, despite the men circled around us. All I hear is Carl’s heartbeat. Peering up, I can see him staring blankly. I couldn’t look back at that man swinging the bat, or the man lying on the ground in a pool of himself. All I hear next is a commotion, yelling, then someone being dragged.

“Anyway, that’s not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one’s free. Then, what did I say? I said that I would shut that shit down, no acceptions! Now, I don’t know what kinda lying assholes you been dealin’ with, but imma man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me. So, back to it.”

Carl wraps his arms around me tighter than he should, as Glenn is hit. Glenn was the first person from the group that I met - a brother to me. Carl holds me as I see the man who raised me bash his skull in, blood and pieces of skin caught on the barbed wire wrapped around the baseball bat we used to play with after he got home from work.

“Buddy, you still there? I just don’t know. It seems like you’re trying to speak. But you just took one hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. And it is gross as shit.” Carl holds me down as my body writhes, trying to break away.

“Maggie, I, I’ll find you.”

Maggie whimpers, staring back at Glenn, blood seeping down into his shirt.

“Aww hell, I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry, I truly am, but I did say, no acceptions.” Negan turns back around, pounding his skull into a pulp on the floor.

“You buncha pussies. I’m just gettin’ started.” He swings the bat over and over, ignoring the cries and whimpers and shouts of us - the people who loved Glenn.

“Lucille is thirsty. She is a vampire bat.”

With that comment, I full force break out of Carl’s grip a run towards Negan, tackling him.

“She was my mother! She was my mother and you did nothing! You monster you took her from me! You took everything from me!” As I pound my fists into his chest, his men pull me off of him, forcing me to the ground, pointing weapons at my head.

“Don’t you touch her!” Carl screams from behind me as I cry unto the dirt.

Lip bloodied, Negan rises from the ground, that smirk disappearing from his face. Kneeling above me, he brushes my hair out of my face, looking straight at me into my eyes.

“Y/N?”

Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 

You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

“A Secret That’s Worth It” Carl x Reader, Negan x Reader

Word Count: 9,670

Negan x Daughter Reader, Carl x Reader

Summary: You’re Negan’s teenage daughter and from the minute you saw Carl, he sparked your interest, leading to a relationship between you two.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of death, kinda smutty 

A/N: Does not follow the show exactly, I had to change up some things for the sake of the story, but I tried to make it as close as possible.

He was the first person you noticed when you stepped out of that RV.

He was wearing a flannel and a cowboy hat, and even with one of his eyes covered up and it being dark out, you could see how bright blue they were. You didn’t know his name, but you certainly were attracted to him.

Your father, Negan, had told you to stay inside the RV while he went out there and talked to them. He had told you that he was going to kill one of them and that he didn’t want you to see that, so you needed to stay away.

“Y/N, I do not want to see you out there. Your ass better stay in here, alright?” Negan had warned you. You didn’t listen. You had heard him talking to their group, and you got curious. All you wanted to do was see what they looked like, nothing more. You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out, making the attractive boy turn his head and look at you. They all did, but he was the only one you noticed.

“Dear daughter, did I not tell you to stay inside?” Negan bellowed. You knew he was trying to scare the group- that was his way of being a big, bad leader. He intimidates everyone. And by the look of everyone’s face, they were definitely afraid.

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Sisters Quarrel; Roan

Blood, sweat and tears. That’s what went into hard work. That’s what went into winning the conclave. Rina knew that she knew Octavia wanted to join, wanted to fight but the Griffin refused to let Bellamy’s only blood die out here in the mud for something that wasn’t her fight.

Roan squatted in front of Rina’s sat body. “Love, you have to stand. We have to get to the bunker.” He mumbled, breathless as she nodded. He grabbed her hand and helped her on her way.

She was stabbed, shot and bruised but there was one place that she refused to let anyone or anything touch and that was her stomach. She sighed softly when they reached the door, only to see a few people banging on it to get inside. Her eyebrows etching together in confusion. Did Clarke lock her out? Lock her own sister out? To die?

Rina growled, ripping herself away from Roan to stomp towards the door.

“Clarke, I will kill you myself if you do not open this thing.” She slammed her fist against the door.

Soon enough the door opened, there stood Clarke and Abby, their mother. Rina didn’t take too kindly to her own blood leaving her to die in a nuclear explosion. Her fist connected with her older sister’s face, blood splattered out of her mouth.

“Fuck you, Clarke! You left me out there to die!” She yelled, being held back by Roan himself. He started to whisper things in his fiancee’s ear but it didn’t seem to work like it would before. Rina was on a rampage. “You’re dead to me, fucking big sister of the year!” She yelped, tears streaming down her face as she screamed. “And you.” She glared at her mother. “You just let her close it? Even when I was out there?”

Bellamy had helped Clarke up, giving her a tissue for her now bloody face as Rina screamed. Abby stood there in a panicked state before speaking.

“We didn’t lock you out, dear. We knew you’d come back.” Her mother reasoned, it didn’t help. Rina wanted nothing to do with the family that left her to burn.

“Screw you both.” She growled, grabbing onto Roan’s hand and pulling him into a bedroom down the hall.

—–

“Rina, you need to get clean.” Roan tried to talk to her. She just sat, staring at the floor, at the tears that fell.

“They didn’t even think of me..” She mumbled, hugging herself. “Didn’t even think of their family.” Rina whimpered, her hand instinctively going to her stomach, which Roan didn’t miss.

“Rina, is there something you need to tell me?” Roan squatted in front of her, his large hand cupping her cheek. Rina sniffled and nodded.

“I wanted to tell you before but you wouldn’t have let me fight.” She said softly, looking up at the man in front of her. “I’m pregnant..”

Roan couldn’t help but smile. Pregnant meant a family. A son or daughter that he could call his own. 

“Would you like to take a shower to celebrate?” He joked, looking over Rina’s mud and blood caked body. She laughed, standing slowly.

“Only if you join me, my love.” She snaked her hands around his neck into his mud covered hair.

“Always.”

—–

Rina groaned when Roan ran his hands over her hips. He noticed that she was starting to get super sensitive, he guess it was the pregnancy and he didn’t mind at all. His lips left open mouth kisses along her shoulder as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

“You know, we could make sure this pregnancy sticks.” He whispered softly into her ear as one of his hands traveled down her stomach. His fingers tracing the tattoos she had gotten over the few months she’s been on earth. Every crevasse, every nook. His fingers glided over her skin like it’s done a thousand times before. She moaned softly when his hand reached its destination.

“I’m okay with that.” She smirked when his fingers plunged inside of her, making her gasp and moan loudly.

They had gotten the mud and blood off ages ago.

This was just fun.