Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

I Would Never Force Myself Onto You (Low-key Smut I Guess)

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The teenage boy holds your wrists tightly against the fence, you can hear the moans of the dead right behind it. The boy's friends woop and holler while he licks your neck. You close your eyes and hold in a cry. You just wanted to go for a walk to get some air when a group of boys a little older than you decided to ruin it.

The boy continues to lean down until he gets to your belly button. He starts to unbutton your pants, and you try to push his head away. His friends lunge from behind him, and they hold you back down against the wood. Splinters scratch the back of your neck while another boy shoves his fingers down your throat. Tears stream down your face, and by now the boy has taken off your pants. He starts to force open your legs, and you use all of your strength to close them.

The black haired boy that was choking you is now gropping you, and you push them away and run. They all laugh as they chase you. You run as fast as you can while screaming to attract anything. Even walkers.

"Come back here, bitch!" they yell at you.

You continue screaming, and see a small group of walkers. You run around the houses, and crawl underneath the porch. You can clearly see the boys running into the group of walkers, and they freeze in their footsteps. They shakingly grab their guns, and start shooting. They miss completely. Sixteen gunshots already and only one down, but not dead. The four boys that were raping you with no fear, are now scared shitless and pissing their pants.

Seven gunshots, and all down. A boy from your group, Carl Grimes, comes into view. Carl looks at them like they're idiots. You try to crawl out, but realize your pants are still half down. You pull them up, and adjust your shirt so it covered your chest again. You start to shimmy out, but grab your tiny handgun from the back of your boot. You run out pointing your gun, and shoot all four boys' penises. They scream in agony, while Carl looks at you in shock.

"Jesus, (Y/N)! What're you doing?" he asks, obviously startled.

You stare down at the ring leader of this band of assholes. You lean down and pick his head up by a fistful of his blonde hair. "What's your name?"

He just looks at you with a face of pain. "What's it to you?" he mumbles.

You point the gun right between his mold-colored eyes. He understands your threat, "I dare you, bitch," his voice rumbles as he challenges you.

You nod and smile, then shoot. Carl reaches out for you to stop, but he's too slow.

All of his friends' eyes widen at their dead friend's limp body's face on the ground. They all scream, and Carl is just shocked. He stutters, "Wh- what did they do? Do you know these guys? I was trying to look for.. you, but I found them," he gestures to them.

You don't even bother looking, "They found me first, and they tried to do shit," you sigh.

"Shit I didn't want them to do."

Carl's expression turns angry. He looks down at the crying teenagers. He steps back a couple of steps and looks at you. He runs to you and hugs you. He holds you tightly as you bury your head into his neck. Your grip around him tightens.

"Oh my god," he whispers.

Your breathing breaks, "Carl, I was scared."

His cheek rests against your forehead, "It'll be okay. We'll be back home soon."

He leans back and nods towards the guys, "Now, what do you want to do?"

Carl and you line up shoulder to shoulder staring down at the remaining three boys.

Kneeling down, you put a knife to the red head's neck, and he was the one who found you in the first place. He begs for you to let him go, but you have no mercy. You slice his neck, and blood gushes out. You spit in his face, then stomp on the black-haired boy, "Oh you fucking slut," he laughs out loud.

You scowl, and stab him in his back. He howls, and you finish him off with a slice.

Last, Carl finishes the other with a quick blow to the head. He embraces you after, and you two just hold each other. Walkers were starting to surround the house you were in front of, but Carl and you run off in time.

Carl holds you in the car, and lightly kisses your neck. You look up at him and sigh, "Thank you, Carl. If you didn't show up, I..." you start to cry.

He grips you tighter, "Shh, it's alright now. They were pigs. Nobody should ever touch another like that. It's disgusting, and I want you to know that I would never. You're too good to damage," he says gently.

Carl runs his fingers through your hair, and plants kisses on your forehead as you drown yourself in his safety.