CARL FUCKING GRIMES [completed] REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (Form is on the 'Production' page.) i feel like i should address that when there is any mature content everyone partaking in it is 18 years old or older (no matter the location) #ProtectCarlGrimes #CarlGrimesDeservesBetter This is a book of Carl Grimes Imagines for The Walking Dead. Please vote and comment, I love the feedback. So enjoy I hope you like it. ☺️ Thanks, love you lots babes. 💋 Xoxo Laney _-_ Started book- 10/25/16 Ended book- 2/25/18 _-_ i do not own any of these characters or scenes (except the ones i have added) so all rights to amc and creators of twd. ranked #43 in #carlgrimes ranked #13 in #twd ranked #3 in #chandlerriggs ranked #4 in #carl Ⓒ copyright - xxxLANEYxxx

WARNING NOT FOR FAINT HEARTED!! TW WARNING ON THIS STORY! IS BASED IN 1980s(sees for not putting this earlier) DONT READ IT IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF IK THIS STORY IS BAD I HATE IT TOO! STOP READING AND SHUT YA TRAP! STOP LEAVING HATE COMMENTS! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT KINDA SHIT Y/N Harrington is the smallest of the party and she's one of the fragilest. So when three people want her to themselves what will she do? ❤~ A possessed zombie boy needs her to survive, A lonley frog face kid needs her for emotional support, And A troubled teenager needs her touch just as much as air❤~ What will y/n do? (I do not own anything!)

[]The Losers Club x Reader[] ••• "I own you, slut. And there's nothing you can do about it~" Henry's tongue slithered disgustingly up the side of my face, the smell of alcohol and tobacco invading my sensitive nose. His large hands gripped and dug into every dip and crevice of my body, his touch sending unpleasant goosebumps along my skin. "P-Please...stop.." ••• (Y/n) (L/n), better known as the Bowers gang's bitch. Your first impression of her would be that she was an angel. Her skin was free of flaws, and her body held curves in just the right spots. She wore pretty clothes such as skirts and cute sweaters, and her voice was soft and sweet. She always smelled like Vanilla, and almost never wore makeup, as she didn't need any. You would never think somebody like her would hang around with the demons of Derry. Every moment of the day, she was always accompanied by one of the boys in the Bowers gang, whether she knew it or not. She was their property, and they would never let her go. ••• "Why the fuck are you helping us?! Aren't you bowers's bitch?" The girl looked down, a troubled look on her gentle features. She unconsciously ran her fingers over her stomach, her eyes dimming from the horrid memories that swam through her head. "People call me that, sure. But I never agreed to be used like some kind of toy." ••• Bowers owned her, the Loser's Club wanted to save her. One powerfully dominant and holding a secret about her that would ruin her life, the other warm and inviting, but just out of her grasp. Either way, she was the loser. ••• []WARNING: Mature content such as Sexual content, gore, mentions of rape, physical abuse, mental abuse, self harm, and coarse language[]