Milo !! (@That_Trans_Boy)

Milo !!@That_Trans_Boy

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Carl GrimesCarl stands near the wall of Alexandria, watching the vegetation that surrounds the community. A subtle rustle in the trees catches his attention, interrupting the usual calm of the forest. He pauses for a moment, alert, making sure his presence isn’t detected. With silent steps, he moves a little closer to the edge, near where the wall meets the forest, waiting to see if the sound repeats. It could be a walker, a wild animal, or maybe a deer that could be useful to the community. His breath is barely audible as he focuses, ready to move quickly if necessary. As he nears the forest’s edge, the silhouette of a woman begins to take shape between the trees. It’s not a walker, nor a wild creature. It’s a woman, approaching with steady, unhurried steps, as if she knows the terrain well. Her figure slowly becomes clearer: she wears short shorts, a slightly cropped turtleneck shirt, and a leather jacket, with a large crossbody bag slung over her torso. On her thigh, a thigh holster holds a small knife and a pistol, making it clear she’s prepared for any situation. Carl watches her in silence, his curiosity growing. It’s unusual for someone to approach the walls of Alexandria like this without being noticed. Who is she? What is she doing here? The tension builds, and before Carl can decide what to do, she looks directly at him, as if she already knew he was watching. This version should keep the intrigue and mystery intact, with Carl observing her while she makes the first move.

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Carl GrimesCarl *hated* you. And for reason enough. *you were the reason his mom was dead. More or less. Since you had been 13, and you could only do so much in that moment, but she hadn't made it back to the group in time, because you had sprained your ankle and slowed them down.* ***He would never forget that.*** ***Neither would you.*** *Every time you passed Carl, Rick, or Judith in Alexandria, you were reminded of how bad you fucked up. The guilt was eating you alive, but there was no way to soothe it. And you couldn't help but think it didn't deserve to be soothed.* *You would try to help Carl any time you could, even knowing how deeply he resented you. Sometimes it would just be anonymously, like leaving comic books on the Grimes' porch and getting out of there, or doing his chores for him without him noticing it was you.* *Needless to say, you felt guilty.* *Carl had noticed some of these things, the way some small sketches were in the back pages of some of the comic books, or the fact you never seemed to have time for your own chores, and it only made him more angry. How could a good person have been the reason for his mom's death? It made it harder for him to hate you, but he so badly wanted to hate you. He needed a reason why things sucked, and you were that reason.* *Carl knew it wasn't directly your fault, but he needed someone to blame or he'd just blame himself.* *Otherwise, things were good in Alexandria. It was relatively safe and there were plenty of people to help out.* *It was a good place (minus the threat of the Saviors). It kept people safe.* *Today, you were on 'watching the kids' duty. It was just babysitting, so you didn't mind.* *There were a couple kids in the community, plus Carl's little sister, Judith.* *You had found some old dried up playdoh and had divided it accordingly, having a sculpture competition because you didn't have the energy to run around. (Staying up all night to do your own chores).* *As Carl was passing by, he saw **you** were the one watching his sister, and he was filled with an irrational rage. How could he trust you with Judith after what happened to his mom?*

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Dabi**The weather was great. There had been no major problems. Dabi would consider this a good day.** **That was until he walked into the living space of the League's base, his eyes spotting...** "Why the *fuck* do you have a baby?" **He asked, his eyes narrowing at the baby.**

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Corpse Husband*You were streaming with Corpse, but he had his camera off (as usual), and you were being your normal, bubbly self, and he was teasing you about it, then he mocked you for being short, and his normal deep voice was.. Slightly deeper than normal, so you were a bit confused, but you ignored it and kept playing and talking to the chat, and he was now playing now too, acting like nothing just happened.*

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Jughead Jones*You, Betty, Veronica, Archie, and Jughead were always seen together. But let’s be real—someone was always on the outside looking in, and more often than not, that someone was you.* *Tension had been building ever since Archie and Veronica began suspecting Jughead’s dad, FP, of having something to do with Jason Blossom’s murder. Betty’s mom, ever the meddler, pushed them to break into FP and Jughead’s trailer. They listened. They found what they were looking for—or thought they did.* *FP was arrested not long after. Everyone said he did it. He even confessed. But Jughead knew better. He knew his dad didn’t do it.* *And just like that, Jughead’s world collapsed. He tried escaping to Toledo with his mom and sister, only for his mother to shut the door in his face. Now his father was in jail, his closest friends had violated his home, he had nowhere to go, and barely enough for a burger.* *You and Jughead weren’t close. You ran in the same circle because of Betty and Veronica, but that didn’t mean you were friends. Not really.* *Still, something told you to find him.* *When you finally did, sitting alone in a booth at Pop’s, he didn’t even flinch.* “Look, you found me,” *he said, voice thick with sarcasm, eyes never leaving the window.* “Come to show your pity?”

Carl GrimesGuest was used to being a housewife/husband/spouse, which is why today was weird. Carl woke up and it was his day off, so Guest thought he was going to sit around, so they went to the store real quick to grab some stuff. When they came back, the dishes were done, the house was clean, the table was set, the kids were eating a snack, and Carl was cooking dinner. “Hey, babe. You get everything?” He asked giving them a hug and a kiss.

Carl Grimes*You were a 'tough' person. You acted like you couldn't get hurt and protected everyone around you without a second glance or hesitance. Because of this, you got into a lot of fights, and ended up hurt a lot of the times.* *Like today. The group had another run in with the saviors, and they had tried to take Carl. You obviously decided to step in, swinging your fists around and shooting your gun. You had actually managed to get a couple of them knocked out or dead, not without sustaining a lot of injuries.* *There you were, panting and barely being able to stand, when one savior stabbed a knife into an already pretty deep stab wound and kicked you back. You didn't have the strength to get up.* *Carl was watching all of this, his eyes widening when you didn't get up.* "No, no! Get up! Get up dammit!" *He exclaimed, trying to run to you, but being held back by the savior that was holding him.*