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[bennifits]

"Wake up"

A/N: i've made my rounds back to sherlock man. i'm like reading all the old fics n stuff, seems like the fandom is hardly active anymore like i finally got to watch the final episode and cried so hard dude I-

Summary: Strange things have been happening since you woke up from an accidental nap. Apprently, you're dying.

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Your eyes felt heavy as you open them, blurry-eyed and feeling heavy. Head heavy proped up in your hand as you lean on one side of the arm chair beside the fire. Feeling the warmth of the flat's fireplace flicker beside you, feeling like soft kisses that gives you some form of nostalgia you can't quite place as it warms the side of your body that it reaches. The rain outside softly blanketing the roof and windows, making rain drops race each other down the window to see who will reach the ground first.

Since you had fallen asleep, a woolen blanket had been laid upon your lap, the book you had been reading placed face down on an open page beside you. You don't remember putting it down, or falling asleep by the fire.

"I hope I didn't wake you."

A soft monotone voice reached your ears from the kitchen, making your heart feel warm as you softly smile, shutting your eyes briefly as he rounds the corner from the kitchen, passing you and placing a gentle kiss atop of your head.

"No, you didn't, love" he smile at him.

Sherlock sits across from you in his arm chair, pouring some fresh hot tea from the teapot into your favourite cup before briefling standing up to pass your cup over. You pull him down to kiss his cheek affectionately.

"Thank you" You smile, feeling the steam rise from the cup into your face. "It's funny really, I don't even remember falling asleep" you chuckle lightly at him as he smiles at you and sipping his own.

"Y/N! Can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you, I have ears"

Sherlock raises his eyebrows, peeking up from his newspaper. "I didn't say anything" he says

"Oh" you reply "Sorry, I thought you said something"

Without thinking much of it, you adjust the rug to get comfier shuffling in your seat to really embed yourself into the cushioning of it before reaching over to your book and picking it back up, being careful to not skip a page or drop it.

Placing it on your lap and opening it up you freeze up eyes squinting at the page as you now suddenly can't make up the words on the page, rubbing your eyes you blink to try and make sense of it, your head slightly starting to throb. You can see the words but you can't seem to make out what they're saying. Two words at the top left of the first page catching your eyes as you try to make them out, the words make your blood run cold.

'Wake up.'

Wake up?

You turn the page, more words you can't make out, but it's changed.

'Come on Y/N hang in there.'

'Wake up, please.'

'She's still breathing, keep pressure there'

You can faintly hear the words as you read them, at the back of your mind you can hear John, barking orders to someone to keep the pressure, someone is asking where they are, what had happened.

But you're breathing, you're here, you can feel it.

"Interesting..." Sherlock's voice snaps you away from the book. He'd placed down the paper and is now staring intently at you. His face makes your chest feel heavy.

"Interesting?" You're confused, puzzled, confuzzled even at his choice of word. Your gut twists painfully.

"Yes" he says "You're dying, Y/N."

You nervously laugh, eyes darting across the room. You swear the chair where the new clients sit, wasn't there before. You draw in a shakey breath.

"That's impossible" you reply, trying to shake off the feeling of dread. Your head throbs harder.

"On the contrary" he replies.

You blink, and you're in the chair. The book is gone, the blanket neatly folded against the back of the chair. The warmth of the fire having faded away immediately, your back sending a shiver down your spine.

"Sherlock" you plead

"Even though you are dying, you subconsciously chose Baker Street for you to hide in. The safest place in all of London, by my side"

"It's not the safest." you try to joke "Remember the 'gas leak'?"

He nods. "You should really wake up."

You watch him circle you like a vulture, like death itself waiting to collect you, to take you away, home. He towers over your sitting form easily, it's daunting.

"At least you fell the right way." he says, making your head spin as your watch him do circles around you. "Backwards. Good move on your part"

"I think you told me that once..."

Short of breath, you reach for your upper abdomen, a hole is there, a hole in your shirt and in your skin. You can feel it as your fingers hover over, but no pain. You can feel the blood slowly seep into your hands, you go to wipe them away, to deny whatever is going on, it's not real. But, Sherlock circles back around and kneels before you. He takes your bloody hands comfortingly, they're warm in his.

"It'll be okay." he reassures "I know it's scary, dying. But you'll be fine, I promise"

With a shakey nod you hum an affirmative, a tear running down your face. You suddenly feel okay, like you were floating on air, clean air entering your lungs as you breathe in and out for a few moments.

"So wake up"

[bennifits]

Flowers in your hair

A/N: i kinda,,,, wanna,,, do more,,,,

Summary: Daryl comes back from a small hunting thing to find a yellow flower on his bed

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There was a flower on Daryl’s bed.

A single bright yellow rose sits on the pillow of his bed, he notes that a petal has fallen off in the time that it has been there, but it looks as healthy as ever, perfectly trimmed and presented and there’s no thorns on the short stem. He picks it up, spinning it between his thumbs wondering how it got there in the first place. Maybe Carol was up to it, she did look after Judith today, but he hasn’t seen any gardens with flowers around Alexandria with the bright yellow flowers.

He gives it a sniff.

Definitely a rose.

He wasn’t expecting this… gift? Right after coming back from a small hunt to get some air. He smells gross and sweaty with a little walker blood on him from running into a little trouble while he was out but nothing, he couldn’t handle on his own. All he really wanted was to wind down from it all and maybe take a good nap.

Guess he has to find a vase for it now.

Sighing, he takes the flower and trudges into the kitchen to hunt for something to hold the rose in. He sees Carol, who has 3 roses on the island bench beside her. She notices him and smiles as she fills up a tall glass cup.

“Did ya put the flower on my bed?” he asks

She turns her head and turns off the water. “No” she says simply and places the flowers in the cup and then in the middle of the kitchen island.

He pauses “Ya know who did then?”

“Y/N?”

He feels dumb for asking, like he should know the answer “Who?”

She cocks an eyebrow at him “That girl who came over the night when we first got here” she says “You don’t remember her?”

Oh, right her. The one that showed up a few minutes after Deanna left after checking up on them and gave them all a basket of flowers. He thought it was a weird when Rick answered the door and then came back with a basket full of different colored flowers, feeling like he wasn’t sure to be grateful or somehow offended for being given flowers as a housewarming gift after everything that has happened to them.

“Yeah, I remember her”

Carol nods “she came over to drop these off to Rick and Michonne since they just came back from a run, when I told her you were gone as well, she insisted on you having one as well”

“Oh” is all he said

For some reason, after that interaction, he saw a lot more flowers around.

There was a small one in Maggie’s hair, she said Glenn gave it to her. Judith had a fist full of daisies one evening after a walk with Carl and was holding onto it like they were the last on Earth and refused to let go. Gabriel has been seen with a few handfuls every so often for his church for decoration and even the badass and stern Abraham had a the tiniest one tucked behind his ear, when Glenn asked about it, he turned redder than his hair and told him to shut it. How she got close enough to him to do that was beyond him.

The first time he got to talk one on one with her was when she was walking down the street in front of him with a basket in her hand, one of the yellow roses from the other day sticking out from her ponytail in her hair, wearing a nice summer dress with knee and elbow pads and boots with a little knife sticking out the top. She looked sweet and gentle; he would have thought she was completely helpless if it weren’t for the rifle strapped onto her back. He was sitting on the porch, fiddling with his crossbow and making sure everything was in tip top shape, he had nothing else to do with his time, kind of like a day off.

She even waved at him with a bright smile, and he’s not sure why but he waved back, feeling like a child in process. She stops before she passes him.

“Daryl, right?” she asks, rays of sunshine casting a shadow on him.

His heart flutters for some reason and tries to regain control. “Y-yeah… and Y/N right?”

“Yep!” she replies “I hope you liked your flower. Yellow roses mean welcome back” she smiles “Thought handing a few out to those who were coming back would be a good welcome back present for all their hard work”

Hard work?

“Uh, thank you then”

“You’re welcome!” she glances over to the direction of the gate “I’m uh” she adjusts the strap of the rifle on her shoulder, looking a little uncomfortable before clearing her throat. “I’m going outside the walls” she says “I don’t really have any trouble with roamers but umm… I had a bad run in with them last time” she says “So I’m stalling, oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to run my mouth that much, ignore me”

Daryl blinks. He’d think that she’d know how to handle herself, since she leaves so often to go out collecting flowers from what he’s guessing.

For some reason, he feels a strong urge that he must go with her to help, like she won’t come back if she goes out alone today “Want me to come with?” he asks, looking at his arrows next to him

“Hm?”

He glances up at her and says again “I can come with you”

“You don’t have to!” she replies frantically “I know you must be busy trying to settle in and stuff so I don’t want to bother you”

He groans, standing up on the top of the porch steps “you’re not a bother” he says without even realizing what he said.

She smiles “That would mean a lot to me!” she replies “I’ll uh, let you get ready then, and I’ll be over by the gate, okay? Take as long as you need to!”

And she disappears down the street. Time to go flower picking then…

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Bitten... again

A/N: hey ho tf is up gamers?

Summary: it was meant to be a simple run. And you get bit... again. 

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“Y/N…”

You’ve never seen Daryl afraid before. He’s not looking at you, he’s completely avoiding your face and staring at your arm. Why was he staring at your arm? You did accidentally fall on some shattered glass, your hands even hurt a little so maybe you cut yourself must be manageable at least if he’s not jumping on you and trying to patch it up immediately.

Why isn’t he looking at you?

“Your arm…” the words barely left his lips, looking like it was hard to form, like it took all his might just to speak.

You look down at your arm. There’s a bite.

There’s a bite.

Oh.

“Y/N…”

“Oh” You rub it, wiping the blood away as if the bite would wipe away too, it hurts, a familiar pain that courses up and down your arm and picks at a familiar spot in your brain. It feels like you’re back in that store, hiding from the walkers outside with no ammo left and waiting to turn.

But it never came.

In what feels like a millisecond, a hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, it’s a hard and firm grip, making you jump in your spot as your friend grabs and pulls you towards the car.

“Daryl let go!” fear becomes an overwhelming emotion that makes you wanna run. Fuck this run and the group. this was meant to be a secret; you were bitten again and now someone wants to cut your arm off.

“Gotta cut it off, you’ll be fine! It’s worked before!”

“Daryl stop!”

You pull at your wrist as hard as you can, the pain from the walker bite making the pulling worse, stretching the wound until finally you break free, stumbling backwards as he whips his head around to grab you again. But comes up short and swipes at the air.

“What the fuck are you doin’? We gotta cut it off! If, if we don’t it quickly the-“

“I’m immune!”

His eyebrows furrow together, and he stares, right into your eyes.

“… what?”

“I’m” you catch your breath “I’m immune”

He doesn’t believe you. It’s clear to see it, who would really? You could be lying.

“Bullshit”

“I’m not lying!” You scream back, he stiffen a little “I-“ You take in a deep breath “Like… years ago, towards the start of all of this I-, I got bit and, and I ran out of ammo” You’re speaking so fast you barely have time to catch your own breath “and I got bit and, I was alone and I didn’t wanna get eaten so I-I barricaded myself in this store or a back room or something and I just waited.”

You grab your side, just above the hip. The scar is still there.

“And I never…” Thinking about being locked in that room, made you shiver. It was so dark at night there.

Daryl doesn’t move. Neither do you. You lift the bottom of your shirt.

“I. Am. Immune”

“Immune?” he repeats

You nod. “Trust me”

His eyes scan you, up and down. The blood falling from your bite, through your fingers and hitting the concrete floor below you both. The sound of the wind in the trees fills the silence between you both. It compensates for the bomb shell you just dropped on him. He looks away at the floor.

“I wanted to tell you. Tell you all I just…” you take in a deep breath to try and calm yourself “I didn’t know how to explain and-“

“Y/N.”

You stop yourself. You stare.

“you’re… a’right then?”

You lower your shirt and nod.

“Okay”

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See me bare my teeth for you

A/N: heho I wanted to work on like writing gore / detail and action type scenes so I thought this would be a good idea

Summary: you rip and tear until it’s fucking done, so you can see him again.

Warnings: murder, blood... you know, the usual

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You feel the body of the man you’re strangling on floor cease to move above you. Having wrapped your arm around his neck since your hands were still tied together and snaked your legs between his to stop him from moving around so much, going from panicking and gasping, barely being able to let out a help as you groan strangling his thick neck. He relaxes and goes limp on top in just under a minute, you don’t feel him breathing and you push him off you.

This happened all so quickly. One minute you were out on a peaceful run, first easy going one in a long time with a few people, some strangers who were new to the whole idea and just genuinely wanted to help and those who were just as experienced as you. The small collection of stores the five of you were meant to hit, were trapped and ambushed, you were all rounded up and those who weren’t you, the ones these assholes didn’t recognise immediately with your ‘shenanigans’ with Rick were slaughtered, blood still on your clothes and face from the splash back.

You didn’t even know who these dickweeds were, you swore this group had too many enemies to count more than allies these days and given the history it made sense that a few loose ends would come and try to ruin everyone’s time.

At least there’s never a boring day. But it doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t hurt.

Catching your breath, you stand up, chest heaving with the recent confrontation, and you get ready to snap the duct tape around your wrists. Remembering a trick Daryl taught you.

Daryl.

You had to get back to him.

That idiot is going to throw himself headfirst in without even thinking. You love that about him but it’s going to get him killed, and it doesn’t help those one of his two impulse controllers is currently being held captive somewhere.

How does Carol do it?

You raise your hands above your head and lift your knee up before slamming it down and outwards to break the duct tape in two. You massage your wrists for a second. With your newfound freedom of having two hands, you quickly search the body.

A handgun not even fully loaded and only having 3 bullets and a knife. Everything else in his pockets is either lint or a small plastic bag with travel mix. You take the mix anyway and off you go again.

Rounding a corner there’s two more people having a nice old chat. Too bad they won’t let you past even if you ask nicely. You dip your hand into the trail mix, taking a handful in one and the gun in the other. With your back against the wall, you take a deep breath and swing yourself around the corner. Aiming with your gun as fast as you can to the woman at the back, furthest away from you and pull the trigger, missing the head but hitting her shoulder but in shock forces her to the ground. The man she was talking to reaches for his gun as he spins around as well, with only a second to react you spring forward as quickly as you can, throwing the trail mix in his face to blind him and get him right in the eyes. You spring upwards to him and press your new gun right to his neck and pull the trigger. He gargles and drops to the floor as he tries to scream with the hole in his neck. The woman looks on in horror behind him and goes to aim again, her shaky hands causing her gun to fumble and slip as she tries to reach it. But you’re quicker as you shove the knife up her chin and into the brain, killing her instantly, you do the same for the gargling man on the floor.

Suddenly, you’re grabbed from behind in a choke hold around your wrist getting grabbed and twisted hard enough for you to cry out in pain and causing you to drop your knife to the floor. You flail around in his arms as you try to escape as best you can, to no avail. But you manage to do some serious damage to his right shin as you use the back of your foot to slam it right in, in response letting you go, but only for a moment as you try to get some distance, he grabs you by the hair and slams your backside into the nearest wall.

He’s angry, rightfully so you just killed 3 of his buddies. After a brief struggle for power, you cap your knee right into his crotch, causing him to get closer to you.

You’re not sure what quite caused you to do your next actions. Survivor’s instinct? Hidden animalistic urges? You may not ever figure it out. But you do know that right in that moment you weren’t thinking with a clear head.

So, taking a large bite out of that man’s throat scared you.

His screams are cut off by the blood and the bite, he slumps to the floor slightly spasming as you spit out the chunk you took from his mouth and wipe your mouth, smearing the blood across your cheek and face.

4 down… you counted 7.

-

You push the door open as hard as you can with your cut up and damaged hands, the door swinging open and letting in a flash of sunlight that burns your eyes and blinding you, making you stagger backwards for a second before putting yourself upright again, shaking your head and blinking.

“Y/N?”

You know that voice. Your head shoots upwards toward the sound, eyes adjusting to the light you make out a figure standing before you, their weapon slowly being withdrawn from in front of them and to their side.

“Y/N!” The figure rushes forward towards you, you go to fight back, reaching for the knife to go for a swing when your eyes finally adjust, and you catch yourself.

Daryl. He’s here.

You stand there, shaking from the recent adrenaline rush and coming down from the high. Hardly finding the effort or time to breathe as you freeze up.

Daryl stops in front of you. Eyes shocked and frantic as he scans your body up and down for any type of urgent injury that needs to be attended to. You only stand there and stare into his eyes, the distant sound of a car pulling up followed by doors opening and closing drawing you away for almost a second to find the source, seeing Abraham, Glenn and Rick standing outside of the car they took and Daryl’s motorbike not too far away, obviously trying to stop him from doing something stupid and it looks like they were just in the nick of time.

“Hey” Daryl’s voice is soft but more so concerned than anything. Gently he reaches out and touches your upper arm in comfort.

“You alright?” he asks

You take in a shaky breath. Feeling the weight of what you just did crawl across your back, making you shiver ever so slightly. He feels you shiver, a heavy weight sinking into his stomach as he makes his touch lighter, like if he were to hold you any tighter you would break into two.

You bite your lip. Unable to find the words. You don’t know whether to lie to him or tell him the truth about how you’re feeling or what you did. You probably look horrible. Covered head to toe in blood that you’re not sure which is yours and which is the people you just murdered, you can feel parts that aren’t dried up yet splatter onto the ground below you. You feel unclean, not human, you feel like one of them. 

His voice is hush, almost a whisper as he gently touches your upper arm. “’ey…”

You snap back from your daydream of nothing and focus back on him.

“I... -“you croak “I wanna go home…” your voice wavers at the end.

He nods, understanding “a’ight…”

[bennifits]

Pretend this is rice!

A/N: been rewatching old parks and rec out of context stuff and i remembered the bit where Ron gets married again :) thought this would be funny.

Summary: u and daryl get married, shenanigans ensue.

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It was a lovely afternoon at the prison, the sun was at a stage in the sky where it’s not quiet sunset but the oranges and pinks in the sky are slowly starting to show. It has been quiet for the past few days, maybe a week and a bit now, with nothing having gone wrong or nothing bad has happened. The fence was fairly sparse which gave people time to work on slightly and improving the integrity that has deteriorated over time, reinforcing the posts of the fence while also stabbing at the walkers to keep them from interrupting the work. But it was an easy job done by at least 4 people. Maggie and Glenn were a part of those chosen four people, with the both of them working on keeping the walkers off the workers, while the other two who were construction workers before everything went to hell from Woodbury worked on the reinforcements.

They were both just relieved for the day with the other two workers. Heading back into the prison when they spot Daryl and Y/N walking up to them. Glenn's favourite couple holding hands.

Ever since those two met, (and Glenn realising a few things before they did) he had been trying everything in his power to set them up, only took almost a freak accident of Daryl getting bit on a run for Y/N to shout her feelings at him for the world to hear and Daryl returning them. Glenn swore he would have squealed and jumped for joy if he was not fighting for his life pushing against a door with the other side being a shit load of walkers trying to get in.

"America's second favourite couple!" he goes, both groups slowing down their walking for a quick hello, meeting halfway.

"Second?" You ask

Glenn gestures to him and Maggie, causing her to blush a little bit.

"Going on a late run?" Maggie quickly, getting down to business.

Before you could say anything, Daryl interjects "Going to see Rick"

"Is something wrong?" he asks, it had been a bit too quiet recently.

"No" he replies, tugging on Y/N's hand to rush her along and past them "We're getting married"

Glenn smiles, walking past as well "Oki doki catch you guys later the- WHAT"

He quickly spins around, Maggie hadn't even moved and looked shocked.

"Woah! Hooo what? what?" Glenn can't get anything out, Daryl and Y/N watch them as they stop and turn around.

"What the, huh? what!?..." Glenn flatlines, going quiet and holding his hand up, not moving.

"Are you dead?" You ask "He looks dead" you tease

"I just, I- I'm having so many thoughts and feelings that I'm, paralysed right now"

Daryl sighs "Would you both like to come?"

Maggie can't stop smiling before nodding her head. Taking Glenn's arm to follow them to the garden where Rick was.

Poor guy was just trying to teach Carl how to harvest some vegetables and making idle chat with Carol when he gets the wind knocked out of him with the simple question of 'can ya marry us?' from Daryl. Carol just gives Daryl a 'finally' look at him.

"Why me?" asks Rick, still processing the fact that his brother / best friend is asking him to marry them.

"Don't like, sheriffs have that power?" you ask

"No...?"

"Can ya do it anyway?" Daryl asks, seeming impatient and embarrassed by all the attention thrown on them.

"Sureeeee..."

He fades out, head going a million miles an hour as Glenn runs around trying to find flowers, only finding some weed flowers in the grass and shoving them in your hands and yelling about rice.

"How come this prison garden doesn't have rice!?"

Somehow now, Carl is also looking for rice on the ground with him. You laugh at them both.

The ceremony was brief and beautiful. Few words were said, Carol somehow was best man and your maiden of honour was Carl. Social standards were broken that day.

"Pretend this is rice!" Glenn throws bundles of grass he's ripped from the ground over the two of you.

What a perfect week.

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Flowers in your hair - II

A/N: PEOPLE WANTED MORE SO I GIVE YOU MORE :) ALSO I FUDKED THIS UPP WELL TUMBLR DID AND DELTED MOST OF IT,,, SO LIKE,,,, THE REASON WHY IT SUDDENLY DROPS IN QUALITY IS BECAUSE OF THAT YEAH.

Summary: You and Daryl go flower picking :)

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Daryl watched from behind you as you raided the small retirement residential village for flowers. He felt like he was guarding the president, crossbow in hand and scanning the houses. She tells him that the houses have been emptied out of walkers and she closes the front gate before she leaves so nothing can get in or out. It was kind of refreshing to just watch the time pass by as you picked flowers behind him, the wind blowing softly making a soft rustling noise in the leaves of the bushes and the trees.

"You don't need to do that"

Your words snap him away from your thoughts. He almost looks at you, dumbly.

"You don't need to, you know" you gesture at his crossbow he was holding, you're wearing garden gloves and somehow your dress is completely void of any dirt. "carry that around. It's safe here"

"Ya can't know that" he replies

He hears you mutter something under your breath as you pluck another rose from the bush. How every flower, plant, bush, tree or whatever that was in this retirement village remained in top condition, he'll never know. He swore he even saw tadpoles in the small pond in the centre.

He wouldn't mind being old here. He felt old being here, but somehow the overgrown shubbery put his mind at ease.

"Ya need..." he starts, you look up at him, sun hitting your face and making your eyes glow slightly "help... with anything?"

Daryl never thought he'd be taking care of flowers at the end of the world. But here he is, being sent to the house with the red roof to fetch a watering can and a bucket to put some weeds in. Once finding both of the items you requested, you started pointing out how some weeds are 'choking' or 'killing' some of the plants around the area. He wouldn't of been able to tell what were harmful plants and what weren't if you hadn't pointed it out to him. You said they grew rather quickly and it was a big job for just you alone.

His job was to pull whatever he sees out and try to minimize the harm to the plant if so. While you disappeared behind him to go to the front of each house to water the plants. It was peaceful... he felt a kind of sense of tranquillity doing it, he had a job or a task to do, and he felt good that he was helping.

And no one had to die and get hurt because of it.

You come back moments later, empty watering can having being put back.

"Great job!" you go "You're really gentle with this" you say reaching a little next to him to snap some foliage of the weed and take it out with a quick pull and you throw it into the bucket.

"I usually take these back, for composting"

He nods. He doesn't really know what to say about all this. He feels like he's back at the prison, in Rick's shoes this time and in the garden with Hershel. He would watch them from a distance sometimes.

"You have any flowers back at Alexandria?" he asks, as you and him shuffle over to the next weed.

You nod "Any jars that aren't being used have water plants in them. Would you and your group like some? They can just sit in front of a window, I've even taught some of the kids how to grow their own potatoes in those jars"

"Like the school projects in science?"

"Yeah!" you excitedly say "Helps to kind of teach them about agriculture I suppose"

A minute of silence passes. You withdraw your hands from the plants, signalling him to stop as you pick up the flower basket from the floor.

"Thank you" you say, smiling at him before reaching for the rifle you took with you nearby "thank you for coming with me"

He holds but a fulfilling smile and nods. "ya welcome."

He goes to pick his crossbow off the ground when he sees you unsheathe your knife from your boot. Two walkers had wandered in and were heading straight for them.

"I got it" Daryl quickly steps forward to take care of the situation.

He's almost taken by surprise as you saunter up next to him and beeline for the one on the right, quickly breaking its kneecap in one fell stomp on an angle, bending and snapping it backwards in an unsightly position, making it fall to one knee before stabbing it in the head. You were even quicker taking care of the next one, ducking underneath its arms and swinging yourself around to its side quickly and stabbing it right in the head.

Not a drop of blood on your dress.

[bennifits]

Bedtime Story

A/N: this was fun :) i forgot how much i knew about this stuff lmao

Summary: You and Daryl are stuck in a room. So you figured you’d tell him about some old Greek stories and myths.

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“Do you know the story of Atlas?”

Daryl stops staring out the small window in the door of a staff breakroom. Being forced to throw yourselves in a staff room and barricade yourselves in with only way out and one way in, can be a little tense and claustrophobic, getting to the best of people.

“Huh?” he inquires, head not leaving the small window, eye scanning the outside for the danger that’s slowly coming to pass.

You pick up a stick used to make a small fire in the middle of the room. Poking at the fire. The window behind you both is too small to climb through (well you almost made it through, but a walker came around the corner and you both decided to wait until it’s clear on both sides), but it’s big enough that you can both put your arms through and grab sticks and branches from a nearby bush to keep you both warm.

“Atlas” you repeat simply.

He pauses for a second, he’s never heard of this ‘Atlas’ before, but he racked his brain to make sure. How you weren’t alert and on edge over the current situation was more dumbfounding to him, in a way, it also calmed him down in the process. Knowing that you were feeling safe made him feel better. He understands you’re just trying to distract him from the danger outside, having a close call of you nearly getting bit on this run was terrifying to you, terrifying to him to watch you struggle underneath a walker that was trying to scratch and chomp at you and him feeling almost powerless to do anything.

“No”

You nod, glancing at the fire before back at him. “Wanna know the story?” there’s a small break in the conversation and you half expect him to say no, calling it stupid maybe and that you should both focus on staying alive. But he doesn’t say anything, and you continue.

“It’s a good story” you say “I think you might like it”

Daryl doesn’t protest, looking out the window again and then back at you. You pat the spot next to the small fire next to you, reluctantly against his need to keep watch for any trouble, he lumbers over and throws himself on the ground next to you, taking off his crossbow and pack to get more comfortable for whatever you have in store for him. Wordlessly, you hold out to him a protein bar.

“A replacement for popcorn” you simply say with a smile. He sheepishly takes it and opens up the bar ready to listen.

“Anyway,” you begin, clearing your throat “The story of Atlas. He was a Titan and also known as a wise man who founded astronomy and is also in one of Hercules’ famous stories, I can’t remember which one though… anyway, there are two stories to his tale and how he comes to hold up the entire Earth”

“He holds up the Earth?” He bites into the bar. “Seems hard”

“Yeah well, you can thank him that we’re not hopelessly drifting in space I guess. And, like I said there are two stories. The first one is that he led a rebellion with a bunch of other Titans against the Gods to gain control of the heavens.”

“But they failed?” he asks, taking another bite. He hates to admit it, but it was kind of entertaining to watch your face light up with knowledge to explain this to him.

“Bingo. Didn’t manage to pull it off” you say “And, as a punishment, Zeus, who is like the big honcho of the Gods sentenced Atlas to hold up the heavens for all eternity as a punishment”

“I thought he held up the planet”

“I did say there were two stories, D. And it’s kind of the same thing I guess.”

He nods

“And it’s kinda like a metaphor I think… I mythology is weird, and the sky is like the heavens I think… it’s been so long since I’ve picked up a mythology book or something by Homer. Anyway, and the second one… instead of it being a punishment, it’s a privilege he is chosen to be the guardian of the pillars that hold up the earth and sky. He was chosen to bare this big ass responsibility and he did it with pride”

“There’re pillars now?”

“Yep. Big responsibility, guy has to protect them forever. A duty and obligation. It’s where the saying ‘Weight of the world on your shoulders’ comes from, it’s Greek”

“I’ve heard the Greeks come up with crazy stories” he says “don’t know any of ‘em”

“Yeah. They’ve got a God for anything. Oh! Like Artemis, you’d like her I think, God of the hunt, she has a bow.” You gesture to his crossbow “And Dionysus, big wine guy and patron of the arts”

“So, a party guy?”

“I guess so… also a cult guy, he was into insanity I think… with like religion and stuff”

“Weird”

“Shhh, he might poison your wine next time you drink some”

A shot of wind blows from his nose in amusement. He finishes the bar and looks over at you.

He picks up his knife and starts playing with it “Got anymore?”

You look over “hm?”

“Stories?” he asks “Got anymore?”

You pause “A couple” you answer leaning closer to the fire, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them.

It’s cold tonight, and the draft from the small broken window behind you both doesn’t help. Daryl commented on how it looks like it was going to rain earlier, at the start of the run. You hope to the Gods that it won’t.

“I’ve got, the tale of Eurydice and Orpheus, where Orpheus literally went to hell to find her. A story Hades and Persephone, Hades being the God of said hell. Achilles and Patroclus and the Trojan war.  The story of Narcissus, Sisyphus who is kinda similar to Atlas with the whole rock thing an-“

“Woah” he interrupts, either to stop you or to just say ‘woah’.

You stop “hm? Am I talking too much?”

“No. it’s just, you know a lot about this Mythology stuff”

“Yeah, I uh, liked to read their stories in Highschool and stuff. I’m actually surprised I remember this stuff as much as I do even though I’ve told these stories thousands of times” You nervously laugh

He nods “I remember… back at the prison” he starts, digging his knife into the linoleum floor “I think Beth mentioned once how you would have this story time thing in the library with all the kids”

“Oh yeah” that fond memory of gathering up the kids in the library or outside somewhere shady outside made you smile a little at the peaceful and fond memory “I still tell Judith some sometimes, when she can’t sleep. I think the first story I told her was about King Midas with him being ‘blessed’ by Dionysus that finally put her to sleep. Anyway, King Midas was given this power, so everything he touches turns to gold because he helped Dionysus’ friend out. More of a curse than anything, ended up begging the God to take back his power because he couldn’t eat or touch anyone”

“Everythin’ he touched?”

“Yeah, food, water, people. To be honest, I don’t think he really thought about that one”

“Be a lot nicer if you could turn it on and off”

“Exactly!” you agree “You would be so rich! Sell everything you touch. But I suppose it doesn’t really matter now in today’s day and age”

“it’d ruin the economy” He hums in agreement. With your throat parched from talking a little, you reach into your bag and take out your water bottle, taking a sip.

“Like you know anything about the economy” you teasingly remark “Don’t tell me you weren’t secretly a redneck this entire time, and in fact you’re a shitty stock person whose entire life revolves around stocks and… finance and… what ever else is involved with stocks and finance”

“Do you even know anything about stocks and finance?”

“I know that it died when the dead started walking around”

“You’re a professional”

“No, I’m better than you at your own job” you wink

The fire crackles before you both as your shadows dance behind you against the wall. With a groan, Daryl lays down and settles his backpack behind his head a makeshift pillow. Next to you. He looks up over at you.

“You want a bedtime story?” you ask him

He shrugs “sure”

“Alright then, get settled in” you reply, getting comfortable beside him and also laying down.

With the fire slowly starting to die down with you both settling in, creating a nice warm glow to the room you both share. You begin to tell a story.

“Let me tell you the tragic story of Orpheus and Eurydice…”

[bennifits]

Wait for me (I’m coming) II

A/N: sorry this is so shit sjkdhflkasjhdflkjhlkjdf i havent written negan before nor do i like him. It’s not really much daryl in there i apologise

Summary: You reach the sanctuary

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You followed the tracks. You knew how and it wasn’t hard, they didn’t exactly try to hide where they were going. They seemed like loud people with how they behaved and acted a few hours ago... how long had you been walking? You had no idea, but you hadn’t stopped to rest once, afraid that if you looked away from the tracks and horizon, that they would wash away with the wind, and you’d be alone again.

You felt alone. Daryl wasn’t with you for the first time in a long time. At the prison you both were attached at the hip, you remember hours spent at the fence talking, riding his bike with him to and from runs, the night in the guard tower. Where he went, you as stubbornly as he was, was not too far behind.

He’s gone off before, a few times. Some voluntary, some not. He didn’t tell you when he went off with Carol that one time, felt like so long ago now, like a small inconvenience in the grand scheme of it all. You’d both made that promise to each other after the prison fell and had found you in Terminus. When you saw him walk into the train cart, you almost cried. You had been alone since the prison fell, not being able to find anyone and always having to run from at least one thing that crossed your path.

Terminus was meant to be sanctuary.

It was when you were carving up your belt into a makeshift shiv that he came over to you. It was completely out of nowhere, gently holding your hand to stop and look at him. You could barely make out the outline of his face with what little light there was.

“I’m not leavin’ you again” he says in almost a whisper “‘m sorry I did”

“Wasn’t your fault” you say “We both had no choice”

“I know I just. ‘M not going anywhere anymore, where you go, I go”

You pause “promise?”

He nods. And you intertwine your fingers with his and smile.

He may have broken it to go off with Carol that one time, as noble as it was and that you forgive him for it, he had good intentions. But you weren’t about to break your side of the deal.

Your feet hurt. That’s annoying.

Can’t stop now. Keep going forward.

You think about how Abraham would be right behind you, and how Glenn would be begging you to go back to Alexandria, hell, he might have even convinced you if he were here. But he’s not, they’re not.

What were you doing? Who are you against a man with an army on his side? This is insane… No one probably has ever done something this crazy. But you’re not just anyone, you’re someone filled with so much spite. Negan can beat the shit out of you with that bat he seems so infatuated with, but you will not fall. Not until you’ve kept up your end of the promise.

You see their fence. You take in a deep breath. Your rage resurfacing to give you energy after the minimal rest you had on this journey after bubbling for as long as you’ve been walking to this place.

“Negan!”

Gun were immediately raised to your head. Clearly, they’re caught off guard.

“Who are you?!” one of them shouts back, you raise your hands in the air and spin around to show you’re unarmed

“I’ve come to talk to Negan! He’s got someone I want back!”

One of them disappear to talk to someone else nearby, who runs into the warehouse building behind them. It was as simple as that, a couple of minutes later, you’re escorted through the walkers and into the facility. Held at the forearm at each side of you and pushed along, until you reach the work floor of the old warehouse, surrounded by people who stare at you. Whispers, sail through the crowd.

The door opens, they bow. The two men on either side of you keep their guard up.

“Well, well…”

Negan. He swings his bat in the air on the upper level as he enters the place, like royalty, it makes you sick. A few seconds later, getting pushed through the crowd is Daryl, looking shocked you were here, that you came. You both take in each other for a moment before coming back to each other’s senses. The blonde guy next to him has a firm grip on the back of the shirt of the shitty getup he’s wearing. You both lock eyes.

“You came” his eyes say

You nod at him, telling him it’ll be okay.

“I wasn’t expecting visitors” he says, leaning on the banisters “caught me by surprise to hear someone has come to have a little chat with little ol’ me. Walking up here like you own the god damn place” he was charismatic, you’d give him that at least, knowing how to talk and show authority through words.

“You’re bothering, these fine, fine law-abiding people. Now, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but I am so very much intrigued why and how you got all this way but now I sure as shit am curious why you are here right now considering I just smashed those two guys heads in and you come all the way here… So, tell me girlie” he points the bat at you “What do you want with me?

Fear comes back, only briefly before you shove it down, deep down.

“I came to take Daryl home with me”

Daryl’s eyes widen.

Negan raises his eyebrows “Are you serious?” he asks

“Sure, as shit am” you reply

He pauses “Why?” he asks, eyes squinting down at you “Why come all this way to ask me a question that you know, will have a negative answer to?”

“I promised him” you say

“Promised?” he asks “Now, that’s adorable!” he says, “That’s so god damn cute, tugs at my heart strings, it really, really does.” He looks back at Daryl and that blonde guy “Are you hearing this?”

He pauses for a second, looking back and forth between you both. Negan can’t say no, he’ll be heartless for it and you will die right on the spot, and if he lets you both go without any consequences, he’ll be seen as soft and spineless, his people will never view him the same way.

He has an idea. You’ll pull the trigger for him.

“You know what, since I’m such a nice guy and you clearly came all this way for him because you love this guy so much… I’ll cut you a deal”

“A deal?” you ask

“More like a test” he elaborates “I’ll let Daryl come back with you, on one condition” he holds up a finger “Daryl here, has to walk behind you”

“That’s it?” easy, you think

“Ah, but there’s more”

Damn…

“If you turn around, to see if he’s following you back to that little place you call home. He’ll have to come straight back here to the Sanctuary, and there’s nothing else you can do to get him back, you can say bye-bye to your little boyfriend” he gestures to Daryl

‘It’s a trap’ you both think

“it’s a trick” you tell him “You’re going to trick us somehow”

“Scout’s honour I will not play a trick. This right here, little miss is a trial. If you two trust each other as much as you seem to claim, then you will have no problem walking right out the gates”

[bennifits]

Wait for me (I’m coming) I

A/N: i wrote this on the train home from work and i got so into it that i missed my stop and had to get off that train, cross over a tiny bridge at the station and wait 10 mins for the next train to get to my stop sorrt anyway idk why i got so into this one

Summary: after the Negan bit, Daryl is taken. You decide to go after him. based off this song. yall know i love my hadestown

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You watched Abraham sit back up, shaking, he was fighting, despite the indent in his head he fought for life. You heard his final words and you thought it would have been a lot nicer if the circumstances were better than they are right now. ‘He deserved the last laugh’ you thought. It’s what he deserves.

You watched Glenn sit back up, he fought to live, to live for someone and the future before them both, them three. No matter where he’ll go, to whatever afterlife or the one after, he told that someone he fought hard for that he’ll find her, those simple words. Probably bigger than any ‘I love you’s he’s ever said. You knew, his other half felt the same. They would find each other.

You watched as Daryl was taken away. In the back of the van he was thrown in, you both locked eyes.

“Wait for me” you tell him. Though your words didn’t come from your mouth. “I’m coming for you”

His eyes begged you not to. To go back home, back to Alexandria and never turn back, run and run as far as you can. Don’t come for me.

He knew you wouldn’t anyway.

The door of the van shuts. And slowly, the danger of today began to peel away, one by one the saviours left, until you were all allowed to grieve, to cry and mourn. You sat there silently looking at the dirt. The world around you feeling like static, the people around you just being moving blurs. You could vaguely make out Maggie crying over Glenn’s body and Eugene, Tara and Rosita taking Abraham away.

Tara was going to go with Maggie, take her to Hilltop to get her better. She was going to go to the saviours to try and kill Negan, you didn’t blame her. Who wouldn’t want that man to pay right now?

Someone kneels before you, you can make out the hat, that familiar hat reaching your vision. 

“Y/N... we’re going, come on”

He was being gentle. Everyone was fragile, the kid can handle more than most, one of the benefits from being raised in this shit hole.

“Y/N. let’s go” Rick, was more firm than he wants to be and a lot firmer than his son. Sometimes you wonder how they’re related with their views clashing sometimes... but he was falling a part at the seems, right in front of everyone at the moment, so you didn’t bother to think much on that.

Slowly, you raise to your feet from your legs been slightly numb from sitting and the ordeal causing you to stumbling slightly. Carl reached out to grab you but you wave him away in reassurance.

“I’m sorry” you say looking into his eye “there’s something I need to do first”

“You’re not seriously going after him?” Rick asks, sounding annoyed more than anything

“Of course.” You say, the world becomes clearer. He knows he can’t stop you, he’s have to use that hatchet he almost cut Carl’s arm off with to stop you.

“You... you can’t” he says, trying to adjust his wavering voice “they’ll kill you, Y/N”

“I know. But It’ll kill Daryl quicker if I don’t try” you take in a deep breath, wiping your eyes, you were crying. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Y/N-“ you cut him short

“Rick. You know better than anyone here that you can’t stop me.”

A blanket silence falls over you all.

“I have to” you shakily tell him “where he goes... I go, I-I promised him that” your voice cracks

He finally nods. Everyone somehow understands... almost hating you for it. What you’re going to do, will reflect on them, they could die depending on what you do.

You know that risk. And you choose to take it anyway.

So you follow the tire tracks, follow the road, covered in sweet, dried tears and someone’s blood.

“Wait for me” you tell the wind to carry to him “I’m coming”

[bennifits]

Hi! Hello! I wanted to say that I love that idea about the Reader being immune to the Walkers' bite. My vision is this: R has been with the Group since Atlanta. She got bitten when everyone got separated after the fall of the prison. When either Rick or Daryl spot R covering up the scar from the bite, she decides to tell that "secret" only to them (fearing how the others in their group would either panic, or use that information somehow in case of strangers). Daryl doesn't know what to think - he's angry that she's been bitten, relieved that R's okay, but also fearful of what that might mean in the future.

A/N: OOP IM FUCKIN ON THIS RN also this gif they are besties ur honor

Summary: above

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Immune!reader - Daryl and Rick find out

Makeup in the apocalypse is hard to come by. You’d think there’d be an abundance in supply since make up and cosmetics would be the last thing on anyone’s mind, but you were wrong really. Not only is it hard to come by, but the use by date is also all horribly off as well any sort of concealer to help you in your current position is annoying.

The thing you need to cover up in question is a walker bite, it’s old when the prison fell after you go separated from everything. You have that son of the bitch the Governor to thank for your mind getting distracted from being worried to much about your friends, no your family that you didn’t even pay attention to the severely overweight walker that made more noise than a drum line that was right behind you when trying to find a place to stay the night. You got that walker in the end, but that was after it took a massive bite out of your arm. You would have capped yourself in the head right then and there without even thinking twice, if you didn’t have any bullets left.

So instead, you waited in the store. You waited, and waited… you felt so sick and tired, you felt a lot of things. But you never turned into one of them, never died…

It was annoying really.

The bite wound healed up, leaving a nasty and noticeable scar behind. When you were on your own, you could leave it out in the open, only throwing something over the top if you came across anyone who might ask questions. You didn’t mind the heat for short periods at a time, only really got on your nerves when you had to wear it in the scorching sun for hours at a time. In the end, you came up with an excuse and wrapped it up in bandages, saying to yourself that you fucked it up in your escape. You were no nurse or doctor, so you bullshitted as hard as you can.

But, once terminus came and went, once your family was back together again. You didn’t mind as much. It was your best kept secret that you hid from them all, you didn’t know their reactions to what you only just recently came to terms with… imagine what they would think.

What Daryl will think…

After losing everything and almost everyone you’d ever met in just a handful of years… you couldn’t bare to lose the only family you had left as well.

So, you’re looking for concealer, opening tubes and wiping some on your palm to see if it’d work and in the heat of course it doesn’t help.

“Found anything?” Rick’s voice appears from nowhere, snapping away your thoughts as his head appears out from the end of the isle.

Right yes, get refocused. You, Daryl and Rick are on a short run for supplies, nothing fancy and urgent. Just casing out a few places, seeing what’s been looted heavily and taking whatever might be left.

“Ummm…” excuse “Wanna be a pretty princess of the sheriffs?” you hold up some expired eyeshadow with glitter “I’m sure Judith would love to do your makeup”

Rick smiles, a small chuckle escaping from him “Don’t give her any ideas”

“Don’t be like that” you tease “I guess Daryl will have to be the princess then”

“Of what?” Rick asks

“The rednecks? I don’t know” he chuckles “imagine him with glitter lipstick oh my god”

You and Rick hear Daryl from the other corner of the store “Me with what?” his voice echos around the room a little

“Glitter lipstick!” you say back with a smile “Judith can make you a pretty princess!”

There’s a brief moment of silence and you can just make out a “please don’t…”

You snicker and Rick smiles.

“A few more minutes, and then we’re gonna head back” Rick says, a goes away to search somewhere else. You nod back.

A few minutes should be enough time to readjust the bandage around your arm. Looking around you try to find a space where you can do it peacefully without them coming to check on you.

You call out “I’m going to check the back room one more time”

“Got it” Daryl calls back

Going into the darkness, you close the door behind you and waste no time as soon as you close the door to roll back your long sleeves and take off the bandage underneath. As you roll it back up to get ready to rewrap it, you take a second to inspect the scar underneath. It’s healed nicely… kind of… plumpy in a few places where the bite was at its deepest and the way the scar stretches out to the skin that was undamaged reminds you almost of a spiderweb. You duck the first bit of the bandage underneath your thumb when the door opens.

Without even thinking you shove your hand behind your back and stand up straight, like a deer caught in headlights. Daryl stands at the door, clearly confused at why you’re so jumpy.

“Jesus Daryl, learn to knock when you’re asking for a lady” you nervously joke

His eyes scan you up and down. Looking at you and then at the arm behind you back.

“What’s wrong?” he simply asks

“Nothing, you just gave me a scare” you reply. He sees right through you and gestures to your arm.

“What happened?”

“Nothing I’m ju-“

“Show me”

He’s tense, worried, clear as day. The air is thick between the two of you.

“Daryl, I’m fine” you try to reassure, your hand clutching the hem of your shirt “really, I am”

“Then prove it, show me”

“You’re not going to like- “

“What’s going on?” Rick, again, appearing like an apparition from thin air next to Daryl, you think for a second that he has superpowers and can teleport.

“Something is wrong with her arm” Daryl says

Rick’s eyes stare into you, you can see clearly in this moment that he’s a parent because of the disapproving look he’s giving you. He scans you as you try to come up with some sort of excuse to this entire situation, but you’re caught in your throat trying to come up with one.

They’re going to leave.

Shaking, you reveal you arm to them. They blink for a few seconds, taking in and adjusting to what they’re seeing and witnessing. They understand what they’re looking at, a bite, shaped like a human… so why were you hiding it?

“It’s a walker bite…” you finally manage to say

In both Rick and Daryl’s brain, it finally clicks. Like they just discovered electricity for the first time or found out a way to cure world hunger. Neither of them says anything, until you speak up.

“When we all got separated, after the prison fell… I-I got bit and I never turned… I got sick but turning into one of them never happened.”

“…what?” Rick’s voice cracks slightly

“I-I’m not lying, if that’s what you think. It really was a walker, and, and this really did happen I’m not lying I swear it was this big like fat one and I don’t know why I didn’t hear it coming and it was just on me and- “

“You’re, okay?” Rick asks

You stop rambling, catching your breath “What?”

“You’re… okay?”

You take in a deep breath and nod “Yeah I uh… I think I’m okay”

Daryl can’t stop staring, Rick nods. “Alright then” he turns to leave

“Wait!” you quickly speak “This… you can’t tell anyone. Not even the others… it has to stay a secret; it could be a danger to you all”

Rick goes silent for a second. “You have my word” and keeps walking, right until he’s out of sight and probably going back to the car.

You and Daryl lock eyes. He’s the first to talk.

“You’re sure you’re a’ight?”

You take in a deep breath and nod in affirmation. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you… I just… didn’t know what you’d think and well, what you’d all think. I’ve been almost killed because of this I just, didn’t want to lose you all”

He exhales “it’s fine”

“Really?”

“Let’s go home”

[bennifits]

fuck it.

imma talk about millie im so sorry

- Millie was homeless before the apocalypse. kicked out of her house at 17 for trying weed once. Her mother being more into the idea since she’s more traditional than her father. Her father was military, and used to take her on hunting trips, which is why she knows her way around a gun a bit. She had a younger brother as well who was 6 at the time of her getting kicked out. 

- to earn whatever little money she had, she busked on the streets with her guitar, writing a few songs in her time as well. She made a few friends on the road, but eventually had to move on. With train hopping being her main mode of transport. 

- at time of the end of the world (s1) she was 24-25

- good friends with Jesus, since those two like to bounce around a lot they tend to bump into each other. 

- she uses sound to herd walkers away, she’s read books on how clocks work and made ‘time bombs’ where she winds them up and throws them to draw them away n shit

- more often than not, if she’s out in the wild she’s got a big ass cloak on that’s covered in walker guts. She’s quiet, knows how manipulate sound n shit like that. 

- she wears a bandage or a long sleeve bc aha angst winky face (heavy angst if you know what i mean, hides the scar.)

story:

- first appearance would be in the prison era. (yes i will be talking like she’s part of the show im cringe stfu). Be one of those one off episodes, Daryl goes on a small run, just to case out an area and runs into her. He’s apprehensive of her, seeing how she deals with walkers, but he puts that aside bc a herd comes from nowhere and traps them overnight and tadaaa they bond.

- he offers her a place to stay, after seeing that she’s some what capable with a weapon and knows her way around. She declines, she was never the type to find a group and stick with it, she’d always leave in the middle of the night and strangely, felt like she couldn’t bare to hurt his feelings if they got closer than just strangers to friends. 

- she was in the surrounding area for a little while longer, actually bumping into Glenn, Daryl, Michonne and Rick a handful due to runs. every time they asked Millie to come with them and every time she declined. 

- in the sick arc of the prison era. a mysterious sack of medicine ends up at the front gate in the middle of the night. with a note saying “stay safe D” - Mills. 

- she leaves and heads towards the kingdom after that. on her own right up until...

- until she meets Ezekiel.

- They met as she was walking the road, going through buildings to look for food when he and a group got trapped in a building. So with nothing really to live for, she started playing a song to lure them away to give them a chance to escape. 

- she rounded back to check on them. Ez promised her a place to stay in exchange for her services. (Jerry was very into her using sound and calling it badass)

- it’s not a good first impression really. She’s covered in head to toe in blood and guts from covering her smell from walkers, she’s smelly and just horrible looking. 

- the kingdom took her under his wing, showed her how to trust someone. 

- she was dubbed the court’s bard / king’s bard / whatever

- she hones her skills, becoming an incredible shot with a bow and honing her skills with her bat with melee. She turns into a type of scout, keeping tabs on alexandria and helping make relations with other communities

- shiva took a particular liking to her music. 

- for some reason she ended up saving ezekiel’s life more than once. he can’t really find a way to return the favour, every time he brings something up she just tells him

-”being able to stand by your side and have a roof over my head with a hot meal at any hour of the day is all that i need your majesty”

- she helped him negotiate terms with the saviors. the one they have with the once a week drop off thing

- she went out on recon, looking for places to hit with supplies when she gets injured in some debris under a collapsed part of a building. Lucky for her, she doesn’t die, hearing voices.

- and she wakes up in Alexandria. 

- she has wounds and cannot return to her group, she doesn’t tell them about the kingdom because she simply doesn’t feel like it would be useful info.

- eyyyy then the gang shows uuuup

- reunited with the walking gamers. 

- she assures them it’s somewhat safe, they’re all stupid and don’t know how to fight walkers. She’s happy to see everyone beyond comprehension, like they’re long lost family or something.

- she finally and formally meets everyone, actually introducing herself as a travelling bard

- bonding with everyone ensues. Deanna thought she’d be a permanent resident, but after she’s all healed up she immediately bounces. (right before rick goes coo coo and and bloody and michonne bonks him on da head)

- leaves a note and present for daryl, a basket of flowers with a smiley face. she also kinda left bc she realised she might have caught feelings,,, and she’s afraid of that shit

- goes back to kingdom people are like ‘sick she’s alive that’s epic’

- time passesssssssssss

- She’d have been there for a while. Meeting Carol for the first time. Feeling drawn to her even after she left, she would often visit her while in that little cottage. She remembered the name, so she asked about the group, saying they were okay. Millie felt relieved, wanted to go out and look for them to reconnect but didn’t wanna do anything to jeopardise the kingdom.

- then the group came for help. Strumming away at her guitar when they wander in. 

- “holy shit is that you D? Oh hey Jesus”

- was like a small mind blown, two worlds colliding. 

- When daryl had to stay behind she followed him around everywhere, thinking it was a sign or something like damn 3 times she’s run into this group that’s gotta mean something. She even showed him where Carol was, and escorted him back to Hilltop

- “Don’t gotta babysit me”

- “Can’t have you being found by the saviors. that would suck”

- sticks with him right up before the big fight at the season finale where she goes back to the kingdom to relay the message and helps keep alexandria safe in the fight.

- that’s kinda all im up to atm in the series n shit im currently watching the episode titled ‘Mercy’

[bennifits]

Welcome to another round of "Benn watched a show they haven't watched in a while and now she can't stop inserting herself for comfort" game.

Anyone can use these btw!!! Just let me know and once you're done, tag me! i wanna read your shit!!! LET ME LIVE THROUGH YOU

As with Daryl Dixon's one, i'll add as i go.

note: okay so with the doctor i mainly think of them as my dad, big bro or big sister bc that's how i grew up with them so none of this is romance to me unless specified that's just me

also, spoilers, obviously

also mainly just been watching 12 (since i grew up with 11 and seen his shit like 5 times so catching up on 12's stuff making sure i know everything) like i said these are mainly just prompts so spice things up if you want!

Let's get into it

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* - romance (usually this just indicates if it can just be interpreted as friends but,,, all this is platonic so)

/ - Done! (check masterlist)

12th Doctor ideas n stuff

- You convince him to go to a concert that you missed a couple of years back. First he tries to act serious but by the end of the night he's somehow with you in a mosh pit

- You work at a petrol station (idk i work at one and it can get dull asf) and it's a super slow and quiet night as you're cleaning the place and all of a sudden the doctor shows up in your storage room

- On one of your travels with the doctor you get seperated. Meeting a really nice archaeologist lady who helps you on your journey back to find him (i'm just a slut for river you have no fucking idea how much i love this woman she's my mum)

- you kinda have long hair, long enough to always tie it up on your adventures with the doctor because it tends to get in the way when it’s loose and it’s more practical that way. There was a moment today where the bad guys grabbed you by the hair to get you, to get to the doctor. It was the closest you had ever been to dying under his ‘watch’, but it wasn’t dying that scared you, it was his face when you were so close to doing so. So afterwards, you tentatively ask him to cut your hair, so that he wouldn’t get that scared again.

- Missy wants to go out. She says that she needs to see someone, of course, the gang tags along. Who knew that she had her own ‘companion’ she cared for? Definitely not the Doctor. Turns out, the both of you have had quite the time together (more Missy centric bc I think her surprising everyone with her own form of ‘companion’ would be funny. The universe hasn’t been kind to you both so you both bonded over that)

- you and the doctor swap memories by accident. It’s a bit… overwhelming for you to say the least.

- you lose all your memories by accident. Waking up in a clean blank slate not knowing who you are or where the hell you are oooo lights! The old man seems upset about it though…

Musician!Reader:

- the doctor helps people, somehow an alien has taken your ability to write stuff giving you the ultimate writer's block so you start travelling with him because it's kind of his fault.

- guitar jam sesh, mainly trying to one up each other with different riffs

- the doctor has always remained calm and cool, too cool. to the point where he's listening to one your songs in the TARDIS, you walk in and catch him and shenanigans ensue

Face the raven + following episode/s (I have a lot of feelings):

- You beg Clara to give you the count down, she doesn't.

- After Clara's death and the Doctor disappearing, you and rigsy try to return to normal life, him his family and you... no one. Those two were the only people you had left in this world. You know they would have wanted you to carry on, so you do until a few years later. (two outcomes to this my brain is wild i know)

1. You discover that he's lecturing at a university years later (or whatever time has passed). You're devastated, i mean, you're glad he's okay and alive, you know he knows what's best and probably thinks of you as someone who will die like clara if he came back. But you cannot help but feel the strong abandonment that comes with it. It's only accidental that you two stumble into each other during a time of crisis.

2. You discover that he's lecturing at a university years later (or whatever time has passed). You're angry, pissed. Not even a postcard? or a heads up that he's okay? what happened? So you do the most rational thing, get in your car, go to the university and kick down the door to his office demanding an explanation. (If Bill is there it'd be really fuckin funny if you think about it like "Yo wtf is going on???")

3. Ashielda or 'Me' is kind enough to use that device on you. She recognises your pain of being lonely and helps you. You become her official right hand and stay with her until the entire of the universe as her loyal friend and companion, it's there you face the Doctor one last time.

[bennifits]

“I hate you.”

A/N: oh lmao. like bro we keep seeing cool holmes sibling that's like as smart as them or smth and like they're all really close but like nah man sometimes it ain't the case. like, they're both super fuck off smart and that's cool and all but dude they got issues to compensate for it. sherl can be super bad at connecting with people and can sometimes just miss basic things i mean look at molly, prime example. and mycroft cares but he kind of does it at a distance if that makes sense, i mean look at john and his first interaction, not even face to face at first he sends someone else to do the job for him almost like how he can 'send' john to watch sherl. sorry bit of a ramble but they can miss things is what i mean.

Summary: You realise you'll never be good enough for them.

Masterlist

For the entire week, every weather channel, weather program or report had all stated that “tomorrow there is going to be rain” and everyday there wouldn’t be. People would be going about their lives walking to jobs or plans with an umbrella in one hand or one is neatly packed into a bag of some kind. The clouds in the sky were only getting more and more darker as as the hours progressed, making some days feel like night had come early when it was only 4 o’clock in the afternoon.

Every now and then you swore you felt a droplet hit your nose or the top of your head as you walked around London in between whatever it was you were doing at the time. It was almost as if the droplet refreshed your state of mind, like rebooting a computer and grounding you. It had been easier and easier to slip away into your thoughts as of late, just like the clouds that darkened in the sky your mind was also filling up and the healthy thing would be to let it out with some nice rainfall.

You had a realisation, standing in your brother's flat, still being able to feel the drop of water on top of your head. You will never be good enough for your brothers... whether it was academically, physically, mentally, emotionally, you will never be good enough for them. They both picture themselves, unconsciously or not, high above others on a pedestal for their talents, you will never even get a pedestal.

“I hate you”

You’ve said those words before to him and your other brother. After all, what kind of sibling would you be if you didn’t? It’s a natural response as a child and someone would upset or annoy you, and of course you never meant those words, tiny brains could never really understand true hatred as they run to their Mum and Dad or to the bedroom to hide and cry, maybe abuse a pillow and slowly slam a door.

But the days where you didn’t truly comprehend the word are over. You understand it now.

This time you meant it. In that moment you really did despise and hate him and your brother. Hate is a strong word, and you tacked that word into them like a detective lining a cork board with red string connecting all the things they hated.

Your fists were balled right at your side, stiff and locked in place, nails digging into your palm painfully as you breathe in, staring at something far away, eyes locked on like a predator and prey. Don’t look at him, you can’t, you don’t want to.

But out the corner of your eye you can almost see him not take you seriously. Like he had done something, and you’d said it jokingly, but it doesn’t take long for his expression to falter.

“Y/N…”

“No, shut up.” you snap back quickly voice almost faltering as you spoke.

You felt bad John was there, that he has to listen to what’s happening, it wasn't his fault. You felt he’d almost understood your situation, having been Sherlock’s friend for so long. He has been the only one you've ever heard (other than your parents) that actually pulls Sherlock and Mycroft in line for anything unfavourable said to you. Saying "give them a break" or "I would do the same thing" even if he wouldn't really.

You would apologise to your brother for telling him to shut up, if you weren’t so upset right now.

Mycroft steps in, voice firm, sounding like a scolding parent “There’s no need for that kind of behaviour”

Your hands are shaking. “There’s plenty of need Mycroft” you sniff.

“What need? Don’t be so-“

“What?!” You spit at him, voice suddenly hoarse from the lump in your throat that makes you feel like you can’t breathe, like you’re drowning in air. “Say it.”

Emotional, vulnerable, unstable.

Mycroft seems to shrink almost. It’s impressive you think to yourself. Finally, you made one of the biggest influences in the country feel small.

You finally turn and face Sherlock. Eyes locking together as you see him stiff as a board and trapped in place, he doesn’t look entirely there, like half his mind is trying to figure out what’s going on, and the other is somewhere else that isn’t here.

You can hear the rain. It’s almost a relief that it’s finally raining. It feels like it’s washing the heavy guilt of your words and actions away, making them excusable.

You let out a huff, casting your eyes to the floor briefly letting in and out a shaky breath.

“I will… never be good enough for you both, will I?” You ask your brothers, head turning between them.

You can see Sherlock swallow whatever he is about to say. Robotic, thinking about what to say. Mycroft can't even look at you, can't spare the thought of letting down the youngest Holmes child.

Neither of them answer, as you look at them both. You sniff and aggressively wipe your eyes with your sleeve, biting your lip to stop it from quivering.

“Well then.” You nod, wiping another tear away, you can feel your face turning red. “You don't have to worry about me being a burden anymore then” and you swiftly turn around to leave.

You push past John who had become almost a statue, you can see it in his eyes as he watches you walk out the door and rush down the stairs that he wants to help, but isn't sure if he should get involved. You hear your name be called to stop as a pair of footsteps follow you, but you’re already gone before they reach the door.

Shame you didn’t bring an umbrella for the walk home.

[bennifits]

Sherlock Ideas

Hey (insert name here) we’re at it again let’s go, god these are fucking cringe but I’m getting 2017-2018 nostalgia bc I’m finding old fics I loved around that time :)))

Of course, always remember I’m Aussie and I don’t know what the Brits do so, if you’re confused by any words just translate them in your head I’m trying my best

As usual, if you wanna use any of these for fics n shit feel free to!!! Don’t even have to ask just let me know when you’re done and tag me so I can read it hehehe (also all these are gn unless stated otherwise so dw bestie I got you) I also reblog every time I think of something new so ye

One of these like idea branch things is a lil morbid btw but like,,, I kinda want that rep when it comes to death so… sorry

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In your time with the boys, you’ve seen plenty of bodies, either fresh or at St Bart’s. Stabbed? Beaten? Burned? Drowned? You’ve seen it all. On a case following a serial killer you get the wind knocked out of you when you recognise the body as someone you know. Of course people are concerned that you know the victim personally but you manage to keep it together until no one can see, or you think no one can.

On a particularly rainy day you decide to play cards with Sherlock… you’d call yourself decent and for once he’s shocked that he can’t deduce you because of your insane card playing skillz (with a z bc you’re so hardcore like that)

you loved the aquarium, you go there at least once every few weeks, 2-3 times a month. You can name almost every creature there and you know where the best spots to watch them and just take it all in… key word to all this is loved. You loved the aquarium, past tense. (Mary dies and we all grieve man)

The day Sherlock comes back, you think someone is breaking into the flat as you hear Mrs Hudson scream so naturally you come to beat the shit out of the intruder. Poor Sherlock gets the shit kicked out of him.

221C

moving into your flat was… an experience

you love coming home to a murderer in your apartment after they got the wrong address. You treat them to tea and have a chat while waiting for your boys

“so this would be the second time something dead associated with a case has ended up in my flat”

you swore to your mum, dad and whatever god was out there that you would not get involved with the dangers of Sherlock Holmes. And then you did by complete accident and now you’re tied to a chair.

Musician

In the lead up to one of your band’s biggest concerts so far in your band’s career, you ask everyone to come and watch. You mainly want Sherlock there as you wish to try and impress him with one of the songs that features the violin, he says he’s busy so you fully expect him to not come. John ends up convincing him in private since he knows about the surprise as well.

Sherlock insists on sitting in on a band rehearsal

Don’t care for death

you don’t care for death, it’s stupid and a waste of time. Someone or something is there and then it isn’t, simple. Why get hung up on it and not move on? (Okay this one a bit wacky)

held at gun point you roll your eyes “if you’re going to threaten to kill me to get what you want you should at least try to sound convincing”

you didn’t see Sherlock fall, so some part of you believed he was alive. It doesn’t sound to great to say “this is a waste of time” at Sherlock’s grave with Mrs Hudson and John so you don’t. When Sherlock comes back you can’t help but start to mourn now.

even with Sherlock’s ‘death’ not effecting you and seeing so many bodies in your time with the boys. The concept of death truly doesn’t come to haunt you until you watch Mary slip away right before you. Why was hers so different?

Artist

Mary asks you to do a painting for her and John’s wedding and you’re more than happy to paint her and John’s special day for her :)

Forensic Photographer

Sherlock takes notice and photograph things that others at the crime scene don’t seem to notice.

Serial killer / vigilante ;)

you firmly believe that the police aren’t doing their job correctly when it comes to those who are victims of sexual assault, stalking or people being plain creeps. So people all over London call you up when they want justice “Dear Y/N please help me, the police have done nothing” “Y/N my ex-boyfriend came to my work and I’m scared”. The ever so competent Scotland Yard finally pick up that these are hired hits or people going missing enlist the help of Sherlock and John to track you done. It’s not an easy task however.

The 'Normal' Holmes

The youngest of the 3 (4 ;) ) you weren't really gifted with a brain as smart as your brothers, you were what people considered 'normal' or average. Your family's achievements outshining anything you could ever accomplish and casting a shadow on you, setting expectations you could never even come close to achieving. It took you a while but, you managed to overcome the feeling of being an outcast.

You finally open up to your brothers about how much of an outcast you feel around them.

finding out about Eurus changes a lot.

Growing up around your brothers you figured out ways to get under their noses to get away with things.

(linking into the previous) without them realising you're able to slowly slip away from them

Mycroft cares for his family, despite how he behaves he really does. But every now and then he doesn't think before he speaks and a small jab towards you in company sets you on a tirade

Being treated as a child despite being an adult can be super frustrating

"I don't deduce Y/N, it's a promise we made" (or at least outloud)

Moriarty senses a weakness in you and he exploits it to get at Sherlock and you join his side. You're fed up as being treated as stupid.

since your big bros left home to live their own lives you slowly detach from them, having feeling that they left you behind. One visit to see them both seems to confirm this.

Your ‘first’ time meeting Eurus (you were too young to even remember her) was met with silence as she didn’t talk to you. But you still felt as if there was some sort of bond there as you seemingly talk to a brick wall.

“I always wanted a big sister. They’d get on my nerves when I was a kid, I’d imagine a big sister. Maybe deep down I knew I had one”

You meet John and Mary at Christmas for the first time

“I see you’re still in your rebellious phase, Y/N…” “I see you’re still in your pompous prick phase”

Sherlock isn’t listening to John so he calls the only person he’ll listen to

Sherlock knows something is wrong but you refuse to tell him

“I hate you…” “…what?” “I hate you.”

[bennifits]

heyo!!!! if ur still taking requests/writing,, would u mind delving more into the witch!reader x misfits?? i'm a wiccan and i have the FATTEST crush on cam so it made me feel :,) reading it (fun fact to work w if u need: wiccans draw the majority of their powers from the earth + crystals!!!)

A/N: i see so much wiccan stuff on tik tok that i’m being slowly converted to that stuff like… i bought tarot cards… and i love them… and my best friend’s mum does Wicca so i know a little bit??? :))) correct me if im wrong on any of these. 

also, call it a part two to this

S/O Who is Wiccan

Fitz:

“So do you have a broomstick?”

Just one liners like that

Gets really confused when you rush outside with jars when it’s raining.

When he just wants a tarot reading and you reveal a card and start laughing hysterically

Or just go silent like :|

He gets really confused

Genuinely tries to learn

“What’s this spell for?”

“Confidence”

“You don’t need that”

Swagger:

Just walks out one day to get some water and see where you are in the middle of the night and finds you outside in your pjs placing ‘rocks’ on the ground.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“It’s a full moon and I forgot”

Like that answers his question

He doesn’t really understand but thinks it’s a bit cool

Fire safety police

If he goes to do something and you stop him in the name of wicca he’ll do it your way

He won’t go against you out of spite or because he can, he respects you and your beliefs.

Zuckles:

“Don’t curse me, please”

Accidentally walks in on you meditating, says fuck, and leaves

“Is there some bad mojo around?”

Just because you can, you try to teach him how to do tarot readings and make potions

Swears he saw a ‘demon’ in your room one night

Toby:

Watches you with sage walking around the house and just doesn’t question it at this point

Just mid stream you come in like

“Sorry, i’ll only be a second”

Making her spells to help with the ‘just trans things ™’

She really appreciates it and it’s the thought that counts

[bennifits]

How would each of the misfits remind their S/O to take their medicine daily? Whether it be depression meds, anxiety, migraine, insomnia. (I take meds for all and often forget)

A/N: I can relate to this one soooo,,,,, i’ll do it sooner than usual!!! i might put in extra stuff as well tooo.... ‘project’ matt’s is really short, sorry.

S/O on Medication

Fitz:

He’s very chill about it

Won’t throw his words and reminders down your throat, he trusts you to remember.

Walks past it? oh maybe they’ll take it later. It’s alright.

Until he walks past it for the 5th time that day and you still haven’t taken it

might secretly restrict your drug (rec) and alcohol intake depending on what it is

very encouraging if you’re bad at swallowing them, which is he assures you is a normal thing for people to feel like when taking them.

Swagger:

When he finds out about your meds / when you tell him about it, he immediately becomes organised and asks if he can put it somewhere you and him will remember.

Might not put it on the night stand, since you wake up and see it and will go ‘oh i’ll take it later’. More likely he’ll put it next to the kettle or on top of the microwave.

If he walks past it and sees that you haven’t taken today’s he’ll order you to take it then and there.

He might slightly hover over you, but he’s just concerned.

But... he will get frustrated if you haven’t taken it in 3 days. 

Doesn’t like it when you throw them back up by accident, knowing they taste gross as hell and makes you feel ick

Zuckles:

He’s glad you trust him enough to tell him everything that’s happening and why you have to take it.

like swags and cam, if the meds take disgusting as shit and sometimes you can’t even really stomach it or you swallow it late and you throw it back up he’s there to help.

He forgets to remind you sometimes just as much as you do

But when he remembers and you don’t he’ll scream it at the top of his lungs for you to take it

“Can’t taste that bad”

he immediately licks a small crumb that has fallen off or something and immediately understands your pain and regrets his life decisions

Toby:

like cam, very chill about it.

relationship goals is really taking meds at the same time

so by god she’ll remember before you do

hell, even as soon as you wake up, she’ll make sure you both have taken it.

She’ll rarely forget.

The two of you find different ways to take it. For example, fast dissolving meds that have a strong taste can be taken with orange juice with pulp.

your cheerleader :)

“three, two, one, go!”

Inutt:

If the meds are fucking disgusting he’ll make an appointment to see if he can get you capsules because surely they do capsules

If you hate them so much / really forgetful. He’ll come up with the idea of starting streaks with it. If you do an entire week or reach a milestone in the streak, you get a treat.

McCreamy:

Forgets almost as much as Mason does tbh

Will be downtown with you or something, talking about whatever before completely stopping in his tracks and going.

“have you... taken your... meds... today?”

high key proud of you

like matt: If you hate them so much / really forgetful. He’ll come up with the idea of starting streaks with it. If you do an entire week or reach a milestone in the streak, you both get a treat, not just you.