Every fantasy I had of kissing Carl, being with him was all in my head. It was all just a dream, never reality. But when I showed up at that party Carl begged me to attend...I never would have dreamed how sweet reality could truly be. One-shot.

Knowing already that I would have a blue Christmas with all of the loss we'd faced recently was enough to make me want to not bother celebrating the holiday. But we had to keep on living. That's what Maggie said and to be honest, she was right. We had to keep on living, even if they were no longer with us. And at least I still had Carl to keep me going. One-shot.

I could feel my heart constrict in my chest as I stared down at the plus sign at the end of the little white stick. There was no way I was ready to be a mom. But even my own misgivings couldn't compare to the sick feeling I had in just thinking about telling the father of the baby growing inside of me. How was I going to tell Carl? One-shot.

I should have told Carl, I know that now. But sometimes having a disability - even a learning one like I did - was a highly personal thing to reveal to another soul. Even if that soul was as kind, caring, and beautiful as Carl. One-shot.

We were no longer children, no longer innocent. I knew that from the beginning. But as these feelings grew inside of me, I also knew that I couldn't keep it hidden any longer. Carl had to know how I felt about him. And as I stood on his doorstep, my heart pounding in my chest, I wasn't afraid. Or at least I told myself that. One-shot.

It wasn't my idea to fall in love with our savior. It wasn't my idea to fall in love with someone who I deemed so far above me. But as myself and my brother, Siddiq, were about to find out, sometimes people could surprise you. And Carl Grimes was the most surprising of all. One-shot.

The war with Negan was nearly over and things were finally starting to look up. But bringing new people into our close-knit community? I'm not sure I was ready for that, no matter what Carl said. Another thing I wasn't ready for? These newfound feelings for my best friend. Changes were definitely underway. One-shot.

The first Thanksgiving you spend together should be sweet, memorable. Instead, Carl and I were running around burning turkeys and making a mess of the whole holiday. Until an idea popped into my head. Maybe a good one, maybe not so good. Either way, it would be an unconventional Thanksgiving. One-shot.

I never should have even spared that Grimes boy a glance. I was the daughter of King Ezekiel for crying out loud. I was better than this. But there was something about Carl, something I couldn't shake. A feeling that made shivers run down my spine. One-shot.

Being Negan's daughter had its advantages, sure, but tons of drawbacks. Like the fact that every teenage boy within a 5-mile radius was absolutely terrified of even looking at me. Can't blame them really, I suppose. But what happens when I get closer to that boy from Alexandria, Carl Grimes? Will he suspect my parentage? Three-shot.

I thought I was more to her than this, more than just a friend. She was everything to me but I was nothing at all to her. No, instead, she had feelings for that other guy, Ron. But it was getting harder and harder to bite my tongue, harder to not tell her how I felt. To not make her mine. One-shot.

Carl and I had been reprimanded on multiple occasions for sneaking around the prison, snooping in personal belongings. In our defense, we really hadn't meant any harm this time. Digging around in Daryl's things wasn't planned - but it did happen. One-shot.

I had always taken care of myself just fine, I never needed anyone to protect me. The only thing I needed protection from in my life was myself, my own feelings that swam in my mind. Could Carl be the cure to that? One-shot.

This was a holiday I'd always celebrated because of my Mexican background. And now that the dead had overtaken the earth? I observed it even more. Saying goodbye was something we all needed. Even Carl knew that. One-shot.

Meeting strangers, trying to help other people out was what Carl did best. But for Rick? He had been jaded too many times. Don't get me wrong, he was a good guy. But Negan had changed us all. Cue the road trip Taylor Swift parodies. One-shot.

I knew they were on their way, I knew someone would come to help us - they had to! Negan couldn't do this, couldn't destroy my life like this. But as I watched it all from my perch on a rooftop, I knew the end was coming. Today, Carl was going to die. One-shot.

When my boyfriend, Carl, goes out for a supply run with other from the prison, it was hard for me not to fear for him. And when a dangerous thunderstorm sweeps in one night, not worrying about him? Well, that's impossible. One-shot.

Don't blurt out things you don't want to be heard - I learned that early on in my life. But sometimes, it was still hard to bite my tongue. Especially when it comes to Carl Grimes. One-shot.

Never fall in love with a player. No matter how attractive, no matter how sweet. Or how much you truly believed he would change. In short? Don't fall in love with Carl Grimes. One-shot.

I'd never wanted Carl to find out, if I was being honest. Not that he didn't deserve to know this - especially since I knew everything about his past. But I'd always kept it secret, kept it hidden. What happens when my boyfriend finds out I have autism? One-shot.

Birthdays were always special, a day to be celebrated. But during an apocalypse? Birthdays had become meaningless. Thankfully, my boyfriend, Carl, didn't agree. One-shot.

My past had tasted bitter for years now - the death of my older brother, Glenn, and the loss of everything we'd ever known. All my life had been difficult. But Carl was there for me through my depression. And this time around? This time around I'd be good. One-shot.

The memories came back in flashes now of the last twenty years - how I met my husband, Carl, and even the birth of our daughter. But how exactly was Carl going to handle his babygirl growing up? Or her first boyfriend coming to visit? AU. One-shot.

Living with my boyfriend, Carl, seemed like a dream come true after all of the nightmares and chaos we had lived through before coming to Alexandria. And compared to that chaos, things like supply runs were pretty simple. But what happens when a supply run goes terribly wrong? Will I lose the only one thing in this world that I care about? That makes life worth living? One-shot.

Baking a cake for my boyfriend's dad's birthday sounded like an easy task in theory. But in reality? Well, baking wasn't my forte. And to be perfectly honest, it wasn't Carl's either. One-shot.