Little Sketches Of The Boys™ That I Like But Can't Bother To Turn Into Full Paintings

budding writer, go easy on the reviews

just a few imagines for now (I write about rick grimes but I take requests from other characters)

my twitter

my spotify

and what i listen to while i'm writing : click here :)

They are just the definition of young soulmates

@likefirings

i like the idea of ​​havin a blog, i'll probably use this as one then

Sirius: Part of the Remus Lupin allure is, number one, that he’s hot. But number two, he has mystique. He’s mysterious. He doesn’t look you in the eye when he’s talking to you-

James: That’s not mystique, that’s autism

Sirius: It’s pronounced hotism

(The Signal™ as an act of love/understanding)

Anytime I see Enid and Carl together, I cover up enids face pretending it’s me

(Im delusional)

The owl house其他同人合集1

eu amo toque físico

She said nothing with her voice and everything with her caring touch.

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

cw: just fluff!

has complete trust in you. not afraid to turn his back on you with a herd of walkers on the way, because he knows once he turns around you'd be there, with blood covering you both. he trusts your capabilities completely

he loves going on runs with you. even better when Daryl is there honestly. it's so relaxing and just fun to ease back while driving through the wooden area.

watches you from afar like the creep he is. he leans on doorways to watch you just..do your thing. you talking with carl especially warms his heart because he knows you two have an amazing relationship

will kinda grab you by the bottom of your shirt to pull you back into a kiss, he just loves doing that at the most random time.

you lay in his arms at night and you both just look at the ceiling and...talk. about the littlest things but still, he loves every second of it.

brought up the idea of a kid and stuttered. you laughed at him and watched his face melt in redness but kissed him anyways and admitted that you also wanted a kid with him

morning showers are needed of course!!

hand on your thigh when he drives>>>

he whispers to you right before you fall asleep "I love you" and you melt every time

an: some rick grimes headcanons for you guys <3 mwah!

WAKE UP

rick grimes x fem reader (carl grimes featured)

WARNINGS: mentions of walkers, implications of character death, mentions of character almost dying, angst, (no actual character death), mentions of Shane, fem reader.

-

she watched him limp as the boy ahead of them seemed to ignore as his father called out for him to slow down. y/n held her and Rick's bag on her back and shoulder so he wouldn't limp as much.

Once they reached the door of the house y/n had knocked harshly with her fist maybe to see if there were any walkers inside or near around the house they stood at.

she could see some of the paint chipping on the door and she was almost startled at the sound of a walker planting it's hand against the glass of the window pressing its face against it.

"stay here Carl, i'll clear it" he had given an order and they both knew it was what he wanted, they knew that he believed he was strong enough to do this on his own and maybe he was but not now.

not with the limp in his leg from being shot and not with the dehydration and the hunger that spread inside him.

"we can't let you do it alone, you can barely stand on your own Rick" she spoke up against him seeing as his son nodded in an agreement, slipping out his own gun from his holster.

she could see the furrow in his brows as he took it as maybe a sign of them calling him weak, he rubbed over some of the stubble from his beard and looked at the two in front of him.

"we'll help you clear it, it's nothing new just like the prison" Carl spoke watching his father hesitantly take in a sharp deep breath looking over at his girlfriend who he could tell was about to speak.

"let me do it myself" he spoke abruptly, he could feel a hand rubbing on his shoulder and he had finally made up his mind looking at the two of them so eager to help him, to help their group.

The door squeaked open with a crack and just enough y/n was able to place a knife in the walker's fleshy skull hearing it thud and drop to the ground with a sudden plop.

they could hear more rasping coming from up the stairs and Rick had placed a firm hand on Carl's chest looking over as y/n gripped onto her knife and tried her best to be quiet on the stairs.

she could hear the rasping and growling coming from behind a door, scratching and clawing to get out the walker was desperate, so desperate just for its next meal.

she used her foot to barge open the door and she could see it was a women, not to old but dressed in a night gown. Without even a struggle she easy had killed the walker and took a deep breath in.

she opened each of the other doors with a pre-caution making sure that there had been anymore that were lurking around inside the house. And once it was all clear and walker free she made her way down the stair case and tossed her bag onto the kitchen table.

she watched and heard as cabinets were torn apart and searched for any trace of food or water they could get, Carl smiled as he held up a box of Cereal taking a glance at his father and y/n.

"kitchen wasn't empty" he spoke shoving it into his bag along with a can of creamed corn that was dented slightly, he made his way up into the house admiring the windows and all the rooms inside.

He had ventured his way around the house amazed but the sights it had given to him, yet he could feel his fathers eyes burning into him with each and every move he made. when he tried opening a door to a guest bathroom his hand was grabbed.

"don't there could be walkers in there" Rick huffed feeling his son harshly pull away his hand from his grasp, he huffed and took a look at his father before banging his fist against the wall.

y/n sat in the living room, her feet propped up on the coffee table while she had been eating a can of whatever the hell she had managed to scavange from the cabinets of the kitchen.

she was startled by the noise of loud banging and the sound of Carl yelling, "Hey asshole! Hey shit face!"

he yelled making y/n rapidly put down the can on the coffee table and she made her way up the stair case and into the guest bedroom.

"Watch your mouth!" She heard Rick lecture at his son and she was like a deer in headlights frozen at the glimpse of them staring at her.

Carl had opened the door to show there was nothing inside, and instead of even a word slipping from his father's mouth he made his way from the bedroom and back into the living room.

-

the couch was slammed against the door and Carl looked at his father un amused by the situation, "it's fine i tied the door shut" Carl remarked hearing Rick reply dully,

"we don't need to take any chances besides this is fine for tonight it'll have to do anyways because we have no other choice"

"what you don't think it'll hold? it's a clove hitch. Shane taught me it. Do you remember him?" Carl could feel the bitter question slip right off his tongue and he wasn't even sure if he felt sorry about it.

y/n swallowed harshly and looked down at the floor, "carl" she managed to croak out to him knowing that his words were eating up his own father inside.

"i remember him , i think about him everyday god damn day. Now anything else you want to say to me son?" Rick pressed the couch against the door one more time before he untied and slipped off his boots setting them beside the couch.

y/n did the same and pulled off her flannel leaving her in a tank top, she watched Rick lay back on the couch and she snuggled up to him, her head on his chest while he stroked her hair.

she watched as Carl made his way up the stairs, his boots clomping against the wood so loud like it was intentional just to piss his father off, just to get his father going.

"what am i going to do?" he asked poking his tongue into the side of his inner cheek, he could hear the woman on her chest take a deep breath in as she adjusted herself so that she could look at him.

"he's a teenager and he's worried Rick. maybe he's scared and doesn't want to show it." she presumed all of what she said to be honest, she could understand how Carl was feeling.

the feeling of losing their home and losing people that they cared about, she understood the toll that it seemed to have on him.

"you are a good dad, one of the best fathers in the world" she spoke the truth even if he felt that it was a pity set of words only used to make him feel better and to chase away his feelings.

he smiled at her looking to see her head resting back against his chest, he closed his eyes and seemed to wrap his arms around her even tighter than he ever had.

-

she looked around to see she was still laying on Rick's chest, his arms had slipped to the side and one of his hands dangled from off of the couch. She gently slipped away trying not to disturb his peace after all this was the first he had slept in days.

she made her way into the kitchen seeing as Carl stood holding a can of opened chocolate pudding, "where the hell did you find that?" she chuckled placing a seat at the table.

"in another house down the street" he replied as he filled a spoonful of the dessert in his mouth and shrugged his shoulders at her, he watched her smile drop and her brows furrow softly.

"i'm sorry another house? but we didn't go to another house Carl" her tone became sharper and her voice more forceful, still in a whisper not to wake the man who was sleeping.

"i did, i snuck out from the window when you guys were still asleep and i went scavenging for supplies, and look at me i'm still okay. i don't need him" he remarked at her and she shook her head at him.

"do you know how dangerous that is?! Carl what if you weren't okay? What if you got bit? or what if someone else was out there?"

she was angry but more worried for his safety than anything, she had practically jumped up from the table to eye him for maybe any visible bruises or bites or scratches that he could've gotten.

"but i didn't! I didn't get bit or hurt! i can do things on my own, i don't need you and my father babying me all the time" he raised his voice at her and she pressed her hands against the table leaning against it while she took in a deep breath.

" we're not babying you, its to keep you safe because out there it's dangerous and you know that. You've seen how dangerous it is. you can't make stupid decisions not after everything that's happened"

she almost had tears in her eyes just thinking of losing him after Rick had felt the guilt of losing Judith during the war at the prison, he had practically been eating himself up inside as he tried to swallow the guilt that was overwhelming him.

Carl hadn't said anything but instead he gave a soft nod at the woman who had patted him on the shoulder before she stepped back into the living room to check on the still asleep man.

he had been asleep and it seemed as if he wasn't even bothered by the loud commotion Carl and y/n had caused in the kitchen the two of them caused over the disagreement.

she checked her watch and seeing as it was around 1 o'clock it would be the perfect time to get on the road because they couldn't stay here anymore, they couldn't stay in this place because it wasn't safe.

there was no supplies, no way to signal for walkers and they were alone with just the three of them and both of the boys were out of bullets in their guns.

she shook his shoulder softly and whispered his name, with not even a gesture or response she shook him again this time harder and she watched his body shake a little waiting for at least maybe a groan or a flicker of his eyes opening but there was nothing.

she figured he was playing a joke on her, that he was going to eventually crack a smile at her as if he was trying to fake the idea of sleeping just to get her to crawl back with him

"it's not funny Rick seriously now get up we have to go" she pushed him harder and she could feel her heart sink when she realized that maybe he wasn't actually playing some dumb prank on her.

she started to shake him even harder and quite faster now, "Rick please, wake up" she pleaded at him and his eyes still were closed his body still limp and she could hear him lightly breathing.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" she yelled as she had taken a cushion from the couch and roughly hit him with it, still he remained with his silent breathing and not even an expression.

Carl had stepped into the living room his hand on the knife as he had a visble confusion on his face as to why y/n was yelling at him,

he was also confused by the fact that his father hadn't been waking up by her multiple attempts of her shaking him and hitting him with the pillow, he watched her swallow harshly as she took a look at him.

she had tears streaming down her face and a lump in her throat that was impossible to try to swallow back once more, she held onto his hand using two of her fingers to feel that he still had a pulse.

she wondered if the damage from getting the shit beat out of him by the governor had an impact. she wondered if he was in a coma, or if he was dying or maybe he was just brain dead.

she could see Carl and the tears he had in the orbs of his eyes, he tried to force his father to wake with his own attempt of a yell and a shove but it was still nothing other than the slight breathing and rise of his chest that he got back.

y/n dropped his hand and let it dangle from the couch as she pulled away the now crying boy away from Rick, "what's wrong with him?!" he asked rapidly and this time she didn't have an answer

because she truly didn't know what was wrong with him, she didn't have the answer this time and now it was eating her up. It was eating her up because she couldn't seem to calm Carl.

she couldn't seem to settle the boy with the pity of 'everything was going to be okay' because she didn't know, she didn't know whether Rick was going to wake up or if he was going to turn into one of those flesh eating monsters that were out there.

they were both crying and Carl seemed to plead a sorry, he hadn't really meant that he didn't need his dad or the fact that he had practically begged for independence to get away from his father.

it was like a curse from the universe that had seemed to twist his words into something even worse, he didn't want his father to die, he wanted his father to wake up from whatever the hell this was.

"why isn't he waking up?!" his voice cracked and this time y/n didn't have an answer because she was in just as much shock as he was, she was just as upset and confused as the boy in her arms.

she slipped off his hat and placed it onto the floor next to them so she could stroke over the top of his head and try to rock him into a settle state just to calm him down.

"i don't know Carl, i don't know" she replied softly and she could feel him squirm in her arms as he still tried to crawl back to his father but something inside of her couldn't seem to let him go from her arms.

he had softly said her name, a gentle call out for her to just let him go but now she was the one frozen in the state of wanting to give up because without Rick her whole world was gone.

she felt like she was almost about to sink into her own phase of a deep slumber just from her exhaustion and the emotions that had been pouring out of her for all this time, she was tired from the way her lungs kept gasping for air each time she felt like they were closing from panic, and she was tired of losing people.

-

she jumped up at the sound of hearing him groan even if it was small and weak it still made her heart jolt,

his hand moved softly against her back to settle her because he could tell that something had spooked her from her half awake state.

it was him who spooked her into opening her eyes, it was a shabby breath he let out and now it was the movement of his hands that slipped underneath her tank and out on the tender skin of her back.

he rubbed his coarse palms to soothe her and it almost felt un real, it almost felt like a fever dream or maybe just one hell of a miracle that he had seemed to waken up from whatever the hell he was in.

"oh god Rick" she clutched his shirt bawling her fists and burying her face into the crook of his neck to make sure that this was all real, to make sure that he wasn't going anywhere.

she had tears flowing against him, "whats going on y/n? talk to me" he spoke in such a worried manner that it made her own heart race even more at the fact he had no clue what was going on.

"you were out for two days and Carl and i were so worried i didn't know what to do Rick" her hands gripped at the fabric of his clothes and she watched him blink slowly as he swallowed in what she said.

"you wouldn't move and i waited, i waited with my knife because i thought you were going to turn" it made her ache just explaining what she had done in the time of his slumber,

the way she was so afraid and the way she had a hand tight;y gripping the handle of her knife ready to use it if he had turned into one of those things that filled the streets.

if he turned into a rotten piece of flesh that tried to kill them, one who was nothing but filled with violence and chomping teeth that always couldn't seem to get enough of human flesh.

"i'm here" he assured her and he could feel her breathing start to slow down each and every time he hummed those two words to her because it was all she needed to here. it was all she needed to keep herself going was that he was here.

he hummed them again and again until finally his son had stepped into the room rubbing his eyes to see that his father was awake and that this wasn't just some fever dream.

without even a doubt or hesitation Rick had Carl by his side, wrapping his arms around him taking in a deep sigh for the scare that he had given them from the amount of time he was asleep.

"it's okay. we're okay"