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Carl Grimes x fem!reader fluff

The reader is hanging out with Carl as they talk about what they did for fun before the apocalypse. The reader tells Carl she loved to sing and still does it when alone. Carl asks her to sing for him and at first she’s shy but eventually says yes. She sings think of me from phantom of the opera to him. Carl has a super cute reaction to her voice and is in awe giving her a big hug when she finishes. Later that night Carl can’t fall asleep and asks her if she could sing him to sleep. The reader then sings him some lullabies she would sing to Judith when babysitting her. For the lullaby she sings Isabella’s lullaby from the promised neverland. Carl falls asleep easily and the reader laughs to herself thinking it’s cute how the lullabies work more on Carl than Judith. Thank you.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞~

genre: fluff pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader summary: Carl can't sleep so Y/N sings him a lullaby to help him. warnings: none

“Really?! You never had?” I asked him surprised, to which he nods a bit in embarrassment. “Alright, what about you?” Carl asks curiously. “Tell me what you would do for fun.” He continues.

A small smile grows on my lips, “I really love singing, it brings me so much peace.” I sigh, remembering old memories of my past life.

“Do you still sing?”

“Yeah, I do from time to time,” I shift on my bed.

Carl grins, “Well, could you sing something for me?”

“I- I don’t know, I never really sang for anyone like this before.” I cross my arms across my chest as Carl scoots closer and bumps his shoulder playfully against mine.

“Come on, Y/N, I promise I’ll stay quiet. You won’t even notice I’m here.” He pleads as I sigh nodding.

“Okay, okay. I’ll sing, but don’t expect too much.” He smiles excitedly, watching me as I look down at my hands.

I clear my throat and close my eyes. It had been a while since I last sang, and it would be embarrassing if my voice suddenly cracked.

“Just don’t look at me,” I mutter softly as I peek to see Carl turn a bit. “Okay,” I exhale.

“Think of me,” I softly sing out, I pause feeling a bit nervous before continuing. “Think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.”

As I sang, my voice grew stronger and more confident. I let my singing take over, feeling the rhythm in my soul, “Remember me once in a while, please promise me you’ll try.”

“Then you’ll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free.”

I could feel Carl’s gaze on me, my heart began to race as I continue on singing.

I stop singing halfway into the song, and I opened my eyes to see Carl staring at me in awe. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also with a sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Carl pulls me into a tight hug. I laugh, feeling his hair tickle my face.

— — —

Later that night, I sat with Carl on his bed, both reading. As he flipped to the last page, he lets out a soft sigh, closing the comic novel. Placing the comic book to the side, he shifts in place before lying beside me.

I look down at him as he flutters his eyes close, tiredness written over his face. I smile softly at the sight before turning my attention back to my book.

I feel Carl move to his side and let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, flipping the page, still reading. He peeks up at me, “Can’t sleep.” He pouts slightly.

“Can you sing me the same lullaby you sing to Judith?” This time I look down at him and met his tired eyes. “Fine,” With a faint smile, I close my book and put it on the nightstand beside me.

I cuddle up next to him, letting my hand run through his hair as he stares ahead. In a soft soothing voice, I sing, “Let me sing a lullaby.”

“As you close your eyes.”

“And as you're drifting off to sleep,” Carl lets out a soft hum, his chest rising up and down from each breath he took. I can’t fight the smile that grows on my lips from the sight, “How I hope that the dreams.”

He blinks slowly, letting the weariness sink in as he relaxes to the sound of my voice, “That you find are bright love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies?”

“Where a tomorrow waits for you and I,”

“So, hold me tight one more time.” He finally closes his eyes, falling into a deep slumber as I continue on singing. I continue caressing his hair, “But don't kiss me goodbye. 'Cause I know that I'll see you.” I pause for a little, sighing, “On the other side.”

I feel the drowsiness starting to wash over me slowly before I move my hand from Carl’s hair. I look down at him, taking in his messy hair and slightly parted lips. I let a quiet giggle escape me while I move a little closer. Never would I’ve thought, the lullaby would work faster on Carl than it did on Judith.

I yawn, closing my eyes and cuddling closer to Carl. I allow myself to melt into his warmth, rapidly falling asleep.

a/n: uh, I'm back after a month... I swear I'm trying my best to write more and finish other requests. Anyways, love you guys & thanks for 40 followers!😻

Hi i don't know if you are still taking requests or not bit if not just ignore this :]

I was wondering if you could write about glenn having his first kid with reader and him being naturaly good with the kid and in calming them and taking care of them

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Glenn just being the loving and caring father was meant to be. warnings: none

a/n: no bc this request is so cute and sad at the same time! like we all know Glenn never got a chance to be a father to Hershal Jr. 😔💔

Inside your home in Alexandria, you yawn tiredly as you had not slept much last night. Your 5-year-old son, Adam had always been very whiny when it came to bedtime. Never wanting to go to bed and sleep.

But fortunately, you had your husband, Glenn. He helped you with that little stubborn boy, swinging him from side to side like when he was first a newborn. And quickly he had quieted down and fell asleep in the arms of your lover.

You were glad to have Glenn by your side and adored his fatherly side, always being affectionate and so caring towards little Adam.

Glenn always made sure to not only look after your son but after you as well. After all, you were the mother of his son.

And your son, oh how he was a daddy’s boy. He loved his dad so much, that it made you think at times that he preferred him over you.

— — —

Adam was playing outside on the lawn, Glenn watching over him with that smile of his. Glenn had promised to take care of him the whole day so you could catch up on sleep.

“Daddy! Look!” Adam runs with a little worm in his open palm, wanting to show his dad what he had found.

“What did you find, little man?" Glenn asks intrigue with a soft smile, watching as Adam runs towards the porch. Suddenly, Adam trips on a little opening in the paver walkway, falling down and scraping his tiny knee on the concrete.

Seeing Adam on the floor with teary eyes makes Glenn jump from his chair quickly before rushing down the porch stairs to him.

“Hey, hey,” Glenn mutters softly, kneeling down to him. Adam’s bottom lip was quivering, and his cheeks were stained with small tears. He was hugging his knee, a small, scraped injury on it. “D-daddy,” He cries with a small pout.

Glenn gets up, reaching down to pick up the crying child in his arms. “It’s okay, dads got you, buddy.” He hugs him tightly, placing his hand over his small head as he attempts to comfort him.

He walks up the porch of the family home, "It's just a little scrape." He whispers to Adam in a gentle tone, reassuring him that he is okay. Adam buries his weeping face into your husband shoulder, staining it with tears and a running nose.

The worm was long forgotten, laying somewhere on the concrete.

The front door opens, Glenn and your son walking inside to where they find you eating a snack on the island table. The teary face of your kid makes you worry. “What happened? Why is my baby crying?”

Your hands cup his chubby cheeks, wiping his tears with your thumb. Adam had his arms still wrapped around his dad’s neck, pouty lip quivering. “I got a boo-boo.” You press a small kiss on his forehead, “You’re okay now, don’t cry, baby.”

Adam gives you a short nod before Glenn props him on the island table. “Let’s get you a band-aid, okay, kiddo.” Glenn pats his head before walking to the bathroom and getting a white first aid kit he had found on a run.

Glenn opens the kit and finds the band-aids. “Hold still, buddy, Dad’s going to fix your boo-boo,” he says gently. And Adam does as his dad says, trying his best to stay still as Glenn carefully places the band-aid over his scraped knee.

You hold Adam's tiny hand, wiping more of his tears while praising him for being so strong.

“Am I strong, daddy?” He turns to ask his dad, looking for confirmation that mom was right. He smiles down at his look alike.

“Yes, you’re very strong.” Adam sniffs, smiling at Glenn before turning to look up at you. “Strong like daddy!” You give Adam one more kiss and smile at him as he wipes his eyes, his lashes sticking a little.

“Strong like daddy.” Glenn smiles, ruffling his hair as Adam whines, not liking it.

You can't help but notice how cute your husband Glenn is with Adam. He seems to know all the right things to say and do to make your son laugh and happy.

The outbreak might have robbed you of a lot of things, but it gave you more than you expected.

Family.

Happy New Year Lulu!!

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

Also, can I pleaee be🍷anon?

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

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: none summary: reader deals with the loss of a pet warnings: mentions death of pet

Sandy.

That was her name, she was a beautiful pup.

Her tan fur and her adorable face, everything about her brought me joy and happiness. She was always there for me, since the start of the apocalypse, we had a long journey together.

Unfortunately, she had to leave this earth, this cruel earth. The world robbed her from me.

I was filled with rage and sadness, the world has gone to waste and because of it, I lost what I loved the most. It took a part of me with it.

My eyes flooded with tears as I remember the events that took place. I brought my hands to my face as I began to sob.

Angered, I began to dig not caring how crazy I looked, I was hurt.

I didn’t stop, ignoring the dirt stuck in between my nails. Resting my dirty hands on my thighs as I stained my jeans, I let out another sob as I gently pick up the white cloth she rested on.

Slowly, I place her down, the dirt getting the white fabric dirty…

I look at the fresh patch of dirt, feeling all the emotions wash over me again, quietly crying again.

Unknowingly, the others had begun to take small actions, to show how much they care for Y/N and for her pup.

Both Glenn and Maggie working on a little cross to place above the small grave. While Beth picks the most beautiful flowers, Daryl on the other hand finds some nice rocks.

They all walk up to her, the items they made with love, just for her, in their hands.

Too lost in my mind and memories, I fail to notice the presence behind me as a gentle tap wakes me. Hershel looked down at me, offering a small sincere smile. I wipe my tears with my dirty hands and look behind me.

There they stood, and not a single word was said, I watch as they get closer. Each one of them placed their items down, decorating the once plain grave. Rick places a hand on my shoulder as he reaches from behind his pocket and hands me Sandy’s collar.

My lips trembled as I tried holding back more tears from spilling, I look down at the collar in my hands, tears rolling down my already damped cheeks.

I look up, blinking a few times to get rid of my blurred vision, my eyes wandering to each of their faces. I feel my heart fluttering with gratitude.

I wasn’t really alone, after all, I had others here with me to keep me company.

a/n: Haven't posted in a while now... Thanks to @urfavpansexual for requesting, I hope this short story is able to help you a bit with what you're dealing with, sending lots of love and hugs!

Hii! Can you make a Glenn x reader, where it takes place at the prison and the reader hears baby Judith crying so she trys to make her sleep. And Glenn sees the reader rocking Judith to calm her down and can't help but think of the reader and him creating a family!

Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 ~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn x f!reader summary: Glenn sees reader with Judith and thinks of having a family with reader warnings: none

It’s the middle of the night, I wake up to the cries of Judith. I slowly move Glenn's arms from my waist and uncover myself from the blanket. Glenn lightly whines but still dozes off. I move the ‘curtains’ from our shared cell and walk out, following the noise.

Judith's cries are suddenly stopped when she is picked up by Beth. Judith stays calm but soon begins crying. I walk toward Beth and Judith, “I’ll take it from here, go rest.” Beth nods, whispering a simple ‘thank you,’ before handing me the wailing baby.

I start to gently rock her in my arms. Her cries don’t stop so I bring her closer and lightly hum, quietly and carefully enough to not wake up the others.

I sway Judith side to side gently, looking at her. She smiles while closing her eyes and soon enough she falls asleep in my arms, peacefully resting.

I turn, noticing Glenn watching from our cell, smiling softly before walking closer. Once he's in front of me, I notice his weary face.

Glenn tiredly whispers, “I want a baby of our own.” My eyes slightly widen, and a flustered expression grows on my face, but I smile, “Glenn, go back to sleep.” I tell him as I place my hand on his cheek. He looks down at Judith and lightly pouts, “Can’t we just have one?” He shows one finger as he speaks. I hold in my giggle, placing Judith in her ‘bed’ as she still sleeps. I cover her with her blanket and press a light kiss on her forehead. I look up at Glenn, “Let’s talk about this in the morning, okay?” He nods and then grabs my hand, leading us back to the cell.

He gets to bed and lays down, he looks up at me as he pats the empty space next to him, “Come on.” I smile and lie down next to him, he wraps his arms around my waist and places his head on the crook of my neck. He smiles and moves his head, laying kisses on my neck. He mumbles, “I love you, y/n.” “I love you too, Glenn,” I whisper and close my eyes, drifting back to sleep.

a/n: I hope this was good, since it's my first requested fic!

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twd fanfics / replies to anons / mainly fem!reader

characters I write for:

⋆ glenn rhee ⋆ carl grimes

characters I can write for:

⋆ rick grimes ⋆ daryl dixon ⋆ negan smith

I don't write NSFW content.

HIIII IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU SRE BACK!!! YOU WERE MISSED!!!!! 😫

- 🍷anon

HELLOOO🍷anon!! I know I've been gone for sooo long, but I'm finally back! I've seen the requests you've made pookie, give me some time and I'll have them done sometime soon. <3

do you have a masterlist? :)

hii! so, I don't have a masterlist yet! but I do plan on making one soon, you can look forward to that. I do also want to apologize for the late reply anon <3

Hey I was wondering (it's ok if you don't write for this) of you could do a male reader x Beth Greene or if you won't do that Michonne x Male reader.

And if you have time come read some of my stuff and give me some tips and tricks! Thank you!

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤~

genre: fluff pairing: Beth Greene x m!reader summary: Reader gets sick during the prison era and Beth visits them in their cell. warnings: sickness?

Hershel walks out of the cell Y/N was staying, Hershel had just finished giving Y/N a remedy he made out of berries.

Y/N laid still in bed with a wet rag over his forehead. His cheeks flushed from the fever and his half-open eyes from the tiredness. But no matter how sick he felt, he couldn’t stop but think about Beth.

He wondered if she was okay or if she had gotten sick as well. Just as he thought of how much he missed her, she walked in.

“Y/N,” she softly said, standing on the doorway. Y/N smiled at the sight of her, she smile back.

“Beth, are you okay?” He finally asked in a whisper, Beth nodded and sat on the bed besides him.

“Are you okay?” She asked, moving the rag and placing her hand on his forehead. Y/N just sighed, “I’m fine, just tired.”

Beth leans down and kisses his burning forehead. “Y’know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Y/N mumbles tiredly. “I’ve really missed you. A lot.”

Beth smiles at hearing this, “Really?” She questions him raising a brow, “You’ve missed me?”

Y/N chuckles but stops as he starts to cough.

Beth gets up and grabs the cup with Hershel’s homemade remedy. She helps Y/N lift his head up and puts the cup to his lips.

“Here,” she whispers gently as Y/N begins drinking from the cup.

Once Y/N is done drinking, Beth carefully moves the cup and puts it back. “You okay?”

Y/N nods slowly, closing his eyes. Beth smiles worriedly as she runs her fingers through Y/N’s hair.

She sighs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fine Beth. I just need to rest, that’s all,” he tries comforting Beth. “I know that. Heal quickly for me, will you.” She tells him, still stroking his hair.

“I will…” He mutters before falling deep in his sleep. Beth looks at him once again. She loves Y/N so much, she just hopes he get better soon.

She leans down to peck his lips before she too, closes her eyes, relaxing at the sound of his peaceful breathing.

A/n: i‘ve been too busy but here is one of the requests. i’m still working on the other requests, so stay tune for it. btw, first time writing an m!reader x Beth Greene, it was a bit difficult coming up with a scenario for this request, but the challenge was accepted and done! I hope you guys enjoyed it!!

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐬~

genre: angst pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Reader finds out about Andrea's death and Glenn comforts her. warnings: mention of death & crying

a/n: i decided to do a remake of this story but following the script for the exact episode of the show (3x16) please enjoy! 🫶🏽 please ignore the quality of the picture...

The sun was setting in the background, lines of trees covering the distance from the prison. Walkers wander and groan outside the fences surrounding the prison, a so-called home. The engine of Daryl’s bike could be heard from afar, catching the attention of those outside.

Rick had arrived back from Woodbury with the others, a bus covered with long boards of wood following them. As Maggie and Glenn open the gate, you watch from a few feet away as they drive in before coming to a halt.

The rest of the group comes out of the prison, seeing that Rick, along with the others had arrived.

Standing by Glenn, you watch Rick’s distant figure as he got out of the silver truck. You glance back at Glenn’s direction, “I’ll be back.” You tell Glenn as he nods in agreement, his eyes following you as you starting to walk toward Rick.

Carol and the others seem to take notice of the bus parked on the grounds of the prison. Rick just nods at Carol as if telling her it was okay.

Making your way to Rick, your brows furrowed in confusion, watching as multiple people begin to walk out of the bus.

“What is this?”

Carl asks his dad, clearly not liking what he was seeing. Rick looks him in the eyes, “They’re going to join us.” Carl looks back at the people, frowning at the sight before simply walking away from his dad.

“Rick,” You call his name out as you get closer to him. At your voice, he turns around to face you. Your eyes search his, inhaling a short shaky breath before speaking.

“Did you find Andrea?”

Rick goes still for a second, staring into your eyes before breaking away. He lets his gaze wander to the people behind you before letting out a sigh, “Yeah…”

A faint smile grows on your lips, feeling hope swell inside you. “Where is she?” You questioned, eyes searching the people around you two.

Turning his eyes back to you, he shakes his head slowly, replying in a gentle tone, “I’m sorry…” He trails off, wanting to explain to you as to what happened but not having the guts to hurt you more. Instead, he sighs, allowing his head to hang.

Your smile falls once his words hit you. Rick could see the effect it had on you, watching your brows softening and knitting together. Andrea was gone. Everyone knew how much she meant to you.

Both you and Andrea were close to each other, so she was always there for you when you needed her. And you were always there for her.

"W-what?"

Your heart aches and your eyes begin to gloss. You didn’t want to believe it. Andrea couldn’t be gone. Maybe Rick and the others had mistaken someone else for Andrea… At least that’s what you wanted to believe.

“Please,” you beg softly, blinking back burning tears, threatening to fall. Accepting that Andrea was dead was too much for you. You take a step back, trying to distance yourself from Rick, feeling as if you were suffocating.

Your heart was racing, you felt your bones shaking as you place a hand over your chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly. “No…” You sob out, attempting to steady your breathing.

There was nothing you could do to bring Andrea back, you needed to accept it, you had to. You had to survive and live through this. But it was too much.

Slowly shaking your head, you start to feel your hands tremble as it fully sinks in. No more late-night talks with Andrea or hearing her voice. You didn’t want to forget her voice or her face, you want to keep her alive in your memory but how can you? You know soon enough the memory of her will disappear and you’ll forget.

Some of the new people glance at you, filled with curiosity but mainly worried. Probably wondering why some girl was tearing up in front of the man who rescued them.

“Please, please, please…” you repeatedly mumble with quivering lips, wishing, hoping, praying Andrea would show up and tell you it was just some sick joke.

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, finally letting them spill.

From afar, Glenn's brows knit together in concern, watching the whole ordeal go down with Maggie. Seeing the tears falling down your face, he decides to quickly makes his way toward you and Rick.

“Why?”

You breathe out shakily, still crying your eyes out. Looking down at your trembling hands, you begin to feel lightheaded, everything around you suddenly becomes blurry.

Glenn rushes toward you, immediately taking notice of your state. As your knees begin to buckle, he embraces you tightly from behind, stopping you from falling.

You let yourself slowly lean onto him, turning to sob into his shoulder as he rubs your back in a soothing manner. He glances at Rick with a worried expression written all over his face.

Rick runs a hand down his short growing beard, clearly anxious. You clutch Glenn’s shirt, his shoulder getting wet with the hot tears rolling. Before Rick can say anything to try and help the situation, Glenn gives him an assuring look, signaling him it was fine.

Not a second later, Rick turns and leaves.

In an attempt to speak, you lift your tear-stained face to meet Glenn’s eyes, before breaking down and hiding your face. “I’m sorry,” You somehow managed to whimper out, hands holding onto Glenn’s strong arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just let it out.” Glenn whispers softly and kisses the top of your head, reassuring you. His hand holds your trembling one, intertwining his fingers with yours to give you some sense of comfort. Letting you know that you weren’t alone in this.

He gives your hand a small gentle squeeze, his other hand holding the back of your neck while caressing you.

“I got you, so don’t hold back.” He whispers once more, his heart aching for you. He wishes he could do something to stop your cries, but he knows it’s better for you to cry your heart out.