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daryldixonfanfiction · 10 months ago

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What you fight for! pt.13 - the white-tailed deer (*18+)

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Summary: The love grows but so does the fear of what it would cost if it was lost…

Warnings: *18+, SMUT!, age gap, unprotected p in v, manhandling, protective!Daryl, stranger!danger, unaliving, fluff, nightmares, pregnancy symptoms, anxiety attack, angst

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Illinois, a state in the midwest was how far they had traveled on foot.

They had found a car but november's dropping temperatures made the roads slippery and dangerous, so instead they used it as shelter for the night.

The temperature was just above freezing inside the car, making them depend on each other for warmth, or more so Julia. Daryl was like a compatible heater beneath the blanket, his body radiating a warmth that kept her feet from freezing and her hands from turning numb. Daryl breathed into her hair mumbling incoherently as he often did when he was sleeping. The sound of rain softly hitting the car framed them inside and she didn't know if that was the reason she hadn't been able to fall asleep or just the overall restlessness in her body? She laid there in the backseat with Daryl spooning her and a few walkers had bumped into the car but Daryl stayed dead asleep which surprised her, he usually woke to such sounds. But the protection the car provides and the fact that he had trouble sleeping nowadays she knew he was exhausted. And she herself was so exhausted she couldn't keep her eyes closed for long before she would wake.

His body expands with each breath and shrunk with each exhale. Her head rests on top of his arm and his other is draped above her waist where she protects her growing stomach with her own.

If Daryl saw, Julia knew that he would know and that it would be over. Along their travels the paranoia had grown significantly, always in the back of her mind and some days she just decided to pretend to herself that she wasn't. But she was showing too much to ignore the little one growing inside of her and she was very self aware she was showing, even if it was still in that awkward stage where someone could mistake her as fat, but they were not eating enough to gain weight, which also would be the reason he would know.

Dressing in warmer clothes was the best way to conceal her pregnancy, the puffer jacket hiding the bump completely giving her a little more time to figure out how she was going to continue hiding it as she grew.

Daryl never spoke of his fears but it was obvious they existed loudly in his mind and body. Notesting most of the times his fears exhibited themselves as protectiveness, anger or when he would scold her...But she could tell that it was affecting his sleep and dreams.

Daryl twitched in his sleep as if startled and she was suspecting he was experiencing recurring nightmares. Each night was the same but lately it had worsened. It would start with mumbling, then the twitching and his grip would grow so tight, and he would continue holding her like that until she whispered softly, hushing him and stroking his head until he was soothed enuff to sleep peacefully. First she had thought it was episodes of night terrors, like small children had, but it's rare to remember a night terror. Nightmares you remembered when you woke and he seemed to remember them, though he never spoke of it.

His body twitched once more, his mumbling growing more desperate as he held onto her. Julia turned to lay on her back so she could properly soothe him. Daryl was clearly someone that had been deprived of physical touch, his body screaming to be held and comforted in her embrace. Stroking his head she listened closely and for the first time in his sleep he said her name, repeating it over and over. Julia stroked his face, shushing softly like one did when putting a baby to sleep, but nothing seemed to soothe, making her worry what made him so terribly frightened.

“Daryl,” she whispered. “Daryl, you need to wake up.”

To her command his grip losende, it was too dark to see if his eyes were open, but she could feel his eyes there and the way his breathing changed.

“Julia?” His deep voice spoke into the dark.

“I’m here,” she reassured, her hand returning to stroke his head. “It was just a dream.”

His hand found her face, thick fingers brushing along the apple of her cheek, softly feeling her there. They were already so close, the backseat not ideal for sleeping. His forehead was pressed to hers and she shut her eyes mirroring his hands caressing her face, her fingers brushing against stubble and she whispered,

“It’s okay, you can tell me.”

His breathing became heavy and she could feel him shake his head as if in an inner battle was preventing him from expressing his mind.

“Don’t fight it, just tell me.” she encouraged. “I’m here for you.”

Without warning he leaned into her lips, his tongue eager to feel her. She made a startled sound into his mouth before she could react and kiss him back. This was new, he had never kissed her like this before, but she recognized the way she could feel him searching for something within her. Pulling away, her breath now as heavy as his - she maneshed a breathy,

“Okay.”

She moved from lying on her back to lying on her side. Daryl's mouth found her neck, sucking and leaving kisses all over. Leaning into it, her hand reached back to pull him closer by the neck. He pushed his clothed front against the curve off her lower back, she automatically arched herself against him, grinding in sync to his movements as he grew harder.

“Julia,” Daryl said almost pleadingly.

Julia had never heard him so desperate, so vulnerable and she reached behind herself, her hand finding his erection and began to slowly rub it before she set him free. Daryl made a sound into her hair when she grasped his length and began stroking it up and down. His hips began to trust, eager for that friction her hand provides a few times before he stopped and began pulling at her jeans. Julia instinctively guided his hand away from getting too close to her stomach and placed it on to her hip where she knew he liked to be. She unbuckled her belt, he assisted in pulling them all the way off, discarding it onto the floor along with her underwear. Julia reached bind once more and took his length, guided him against her warmth between her slick folds back and forth as she grew wetter, lobbing him in with her arousal. Daryl was gripping onto the meat of her hip, assisting in the back and forth motion but she could hear him struggling, holding himself from pushing himself inside of her. Pressing him against her entrance in the final stroke he slips inside slowly and they bothe gasp at the feeling. He fitted her perfectly, filling her up and stretching her out.

He begins to move inside of her as he takes her face and kisses her more gently this time, then pulls away and breaths against the chell of her ear,

“You feel so good.”

Julia's heart fluttered to his admission, he always was the most verbal and emotionally connected when making love. And this was truly making love. The way the intimacy between them was far beyond having sex. There were so many feelings pot into the way he pushed himself in and out, the way he spoke and kissed her so passionately. There was so much trust and honesty when their bodies were connected it felt like they were making love on a sole bonding level.

The glas of the car is fogged and the temperature has risen by the energy their bodies provide. Daryl’s calloused fingers drags along her thigh, squeezing and grabbing as he grunts softly into her neck. Thick fingers grab her thigh, holding her leg up where it bends, allowing him to push himself deeper. Julia whined in pleasure and Daryl swore under his breath. The car rocks softly, there wasn't enough space for trusting but the slow pace was just as pleasurable, even more so. She paid attention to how he felt inside of her, his breathing and the sounds he made. There was something beautiful in the way he sounded so vulnerable and free, enhancing that pressure between her legs. Julia held onto his wrist as he rocks into her, and she said out of breath,

“I love how you feel inside of me.”

“Yah?” His voice was laced with pleasure.

“Yes..I always feel the safest when you're inside of me.”

Daryl pulled almost all the way out, before he entered fully to the hilt. He stayed like that for a few seconds before placing her leg back down, his grip returning to the meat of her hip. Agonizingly slow his hips rock into her delicately, turning her head to cash his lips, kissing him tenderly. He made a low sound into her mouth and when he did a particularly firm push she had to break the kiss, her body's senses having become significantly heightened the more she grew in her pregnancy. A lot of the times the pleasure consumed her so completely she could hardly find the words she wanted to say in their moments of intimacy. He always expressed how good she felt and she wanted him to know how good he made her feel in return.

Julia loved how attentive he was, his mindfulness of her pleasure, though she had noticed his focus was significantly more focused on her which she struggled to understand, until she realized his source of pleasure depended on her own. When she made sounds he would make her do it again until she fell apart..and only then would he allow himself to chase his own high. And that she loved. She loved…

Him.

A part of her new he liked her far more than he let on. But still she needed to hear him say it, though she could feel that he did, making her heart flutter every time he would look at her. She had learned along their journey that his primary love language was physical affection, his arms always holding her close at night, his hands always finding a reason to touch her, when he guided her with a hand on the small of her back during the day. They had danced around their clear affection for each other, never verbalizing it. And she wondered if it was due to whatever relationship they were in the process of. It was a titleless thing that didn't have much of an explanation behind it. It had just naturally grown to life which she herself thought was the most beautiful kind of love. A love that was not forced or planned, but just happened.

Daryl forced her mouth back onto his, the kiss growing as desperate as his hips pushing into her. The overwhelming pleasure of his accelerated pace builds the coil in her lower stomach, the pressure between her legs almost overwhelming as she begins to reach that point. The thumping pulse in her ears grows louder, her face and body flushing with the warmth that sends true her. She can barely breath as the coil finely brakes and the warm wave of pleasure washes over her as it crashes down, wave after wave. Daryl's movements didn't stop, they never did when he knew she had reached her peak, overstimulating her but it was a pleasurable pain. It had her body shaking and her eyes seeing stars.

With a final deep push, he buried himself inside, pulsating as he spilled his warmth. His sound of release was the most vulnerable she had ever heard him before. Instead of his primal growl, he whimpered into her mouth, his body shuddering against hers as he stills inside. The feeling of his warmth filling her as they catch their breath Julia couldn't help but to wonder if he finished inside of her on purpose? Often at times it felt like he did. His pullout game was inconsistent and sometimes it feels like he intended to make her pregnant, like he didn't care for the repercussions or like he had forgotten they exist.

Daryl snuggled closer, her hand returning to protect her growing stomach, it had grown into a habit now, never letting him get too close.

He felt completely calm against her now as if all he needed was to be comforted, like a child trapped in a man's body. He was sound asleep once more, his nightmare forgotten and his breath against her neck. Sleep was beckoning her as well and she guest he was so tired to the point he stayed inside of her even though he had turned soft.

In a white dust, farmlands stretch out as far as the eye can see.

The ground had become frozen, the frost covered grass crunching beneath their feet as they stride true the field. Daryl looked to the clouds above,

“I think it’s gonna snow,” he said knowingly.

“Yah,” Julia agreed, tilting her gaze towards the sky. “Looks like it.”

Her nose and cheeks were rosy, she looked pale, but he had grown used to it by now. Though his worry for her health pulled at his heart and very much so when he had failed in providing medication. He watched as she adjusted the hood back down, having slipped off when she looked to the sky. Her hands looked cold, the tip of her fingers a little red, she dug them back into her pockets, probably searching for some warmth there.

A pack of canada goose flies in formation, their distant honks cashing his attention. Just when they flew out of eye sight Julia slipped but he was quick to grab her arm, preventing her from falling to the ground. And even though she was clearly fine he couldn't help the burning irritation flaming inside of him, she was so clumsy and unaware of her surroundings it wouldn't be long before she really did hurt herself.

“Damnit, would you at least watch where ya going?” He scolds, his heart beating loudly in his chest. But as she stares at him, exposition hurt - the anger dissipates just as fast as it came. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.

Daryl hadn't known how to tell her the truth. How he needed her far, far more than she needed him, how the mere thought of losing her, the best fucking thing that could ever have happened to him, made him feel like his heart was going to stop.

Because as his love for her grew, so did the fear. And he found it very…discomforting. He felt as if it covered his eyes, made him make irrational decisions, say irrational things..Hurt people when they threatened it, threatened her. It overran many other thoughts and it wasn't warm and cozy as some people made it out to be. It was downright painful at times and he didn't know how to properly cope, nor where to put those feelings of fear bleeding into his dreams, haunting him in the middle of the day, creeping up on him when he least expected it. Like a cruel reminder love was never meant for someone as broken as him. So he suppressed it, in hope hiding from it could somehow make it go away. But it only made his dreams about Julia grow so much more unpleasant. Images of her in his arms, lifeless and cold, and when he wakes the feeling is still there. And maybe he was beginning to believe that something was gonna take her from him this time, that he was gonna lose her. The mere thought of it coming true was unbearable, it felt like he was falling, like he couldn't breathe properly.

“Daryl, Daryl?” Julia's muffled voice echoed. “Daryl, are you okay?”

He leaned against the railing of the wooden fence holding his chest. It felt like his body was going numb without his control and no matter how much he tried to breathe the heart pounding feeling in his chest wouldn't allow it.

"Daryl?” Her gentle hands took his face, her touch as grounding as her voice. “Can you hear me?” he nods. “I need you to take a deep breath for me.” And he does, his chest expanding with the frigid aire. “And out." He exhales, feeling how the ringing in his ears subsides to only her soft voice, the voice that pulled him out of nightmares, the voice that he woke to each morning. “And again,” she says. “In and out.” And he followed her voice out of the darkness.

Opening his eyes he realized he had kept them closed meeting warm pools of brown.

“There you are,” Julia’s face etched in consurne, brushing hair away from his eyes. ”What happened?”

He could really feel it now - and maybe for the first time he acknowledged how truly terrified he was, but he wasn't about to tell her that…so he lied. “Nothing. It’s just the…could air all of a sudden.”

“Daryl…

“I promise, it’s nothing,” he ensures, pulling her hands gently away from his face, taking her by the hand to continue walking. Because he could not face his fears and he didn't want her to worry, it was enuff she knew about his dreams.

As they continue past the fence Julia halts, pointing out a pack of white-tailed deer up ahead.

“Yah, never seen dear before?” He questions.

“Not one like that,” she said in awe, pointing to the snow wight dear amongst the others. “Have you ever seen one before?”

“Can’t say I have,” he said, finding himself watching with the same awe as she and for a moment the distress of fear was forgotten.

In all his years of hunting he had never come across a white stag. It didn't look real, its striking color standing out from its pack like a celestial being amongst the living. He couldn't help his eyes as they fell on her and found himself recognising that same beauty.

In this bleach world filled with death and decay, Julia was the white-tailed deer, in his eyes she was.

“It’s a good omen,” Julia said.

Though he never believed in such things he found himself intrigued. “What does the omen say? ”

“A sign of good things to come.” Julia said with a spark in her eyes.

A snowflake landed on her cheek, he washed it melt as the world around them seemed to hold its breath. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but yet again he couldn't seem to say the words as his thumb subconsciously reached her cheek.

Julia couldn't help but feel anxious.

The great fear for Daryl's reaction, what he would say, his temper, to be abandoned in the most vulnerable state she had ever been in was downright terrifying, and the future felt so terribly uncertain. There was an immense amount of guilt about the situation, a guilt her state of stress was affecting the little one was stressing her out even more. And she hoped her attempt of hiding the much profound 13 week bump with the elastic wrap around her stomach was not affecting its development negatively, she was just trying to buy some time.

Julia's heart rate would pick up every time Daryl would look at her and often at times it was due to her feelings but now it was mostly caused by the fear of being found in a lie that would ruin everything they had bild so far. So once again when she would feel his eyes on her she simply pretended nothing was different. That the baby isn't making her physically ill, scared to death of everything that it would mean to bring an innocent life into the world that she yet had saved. Or if it even was possible to do so? But what she was gonna do was try.

She wondered how long it would last, how long before the world would crumble beneath her feet and she would be all alone with a baby. What was she to do then, she didn't know, she hadn't thought that far. But what she did know was she truly wanted it, would love and protect it with all that she was until her last breath.

His touch is warm and soft against her cheek. Staring back at him into his deep watercolor eyes there was no such intent the irrational fear had made her mind believe. All she saw was a man with a heart full of love, a softness she had always yearned for. There wasn't any reason for her to be so afraid but she was, and maybe it was more due to the baby then the relationship itself?

The landscape was turning wight, snow covering everything it touched, draping nature in its winter coat. She had always thought of winter as a dreadful thing and she felt naive having romanticized that pregnancies would be the most wonderful thing to ever experience when every day was more about survival than anything, to endure the intense hunger, stress, exhaustion and all the things that went inside her head. So when they took shelter inside the barn for the night all she did was curl into herself and sleep, but when she woke in the morning it felt like no amount of rest could make the exhaustion go away - and when Daryl went out hunting she was left fighting the urge to not close her eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep” Daryl had said and she answered, “I won’t.”

Waking up she was still alone, and she knew Daryl wouldn't come back empty handed. He was persistent, stubborn but most of all he was scared. A part of her new way he didn't allow her to come with, that it had to do with yesterday's panic attack. She recognised it instantly, though for a split second she had thought he was having a heart attack when he was hunched over, clutching his heart and leaning against the fence as if he was going to pass out.

There was something in his eyes that made her heart ache. It felt like whatever he was avoiding, hiding from so desperately was slowly destroying him. Daryl had this deep need to be the strong one, always proving he wasn't weak, that he wasn't scared of anything. But that mindset was his poison. It made her feel helpless in her attempts of soothing him when it gradually was getting worse to the point she had to help him breathe. She had tried but he didn't want to talk about it, just brushed it off like it was nothing.

Stepping out just outside the barn, squatting down to pee for what felt like the hundredths time she stared off into the horizon wondering if it would be squirrel or rabbit for lunch, then pulled up her pants and tried to suck in her stomach. But it was impossible to button them at this point, making her secure it with the belt instead. She was definitely running out of time and it surprised her that Daryl hadn't figured it out, he noticed everything. Maybe she was a terrible person to be doing this to him when he hadn't done anything wrong? Daryl would be absolutely livid when he figured out how long she had known without saying anything or he would just abandon her, which was most likely to happen and what scared her the most.

Picking up sticks that were dry enough for cocking whatever Daryl would bring back, or if he would bring back anything by the time he had been gone. The pit of her stomach sank of the thought if he had just left, but she pushed the intrusive thought down knowing it was just irrational fear playing tricks on her. Cradling the pile of sticks in her arm as she keeps close to the barn like Daryl had told her to, picking up whatever she could find hoping it was not too wet by the snow. Her eyes kept looking to the direction he had headed out hoping to see his familiar figure heading her way. And when the familiar sound of footsteps from behind Julia felt instant relief. But turning around she was met with an unfamiliar face.

A wounded man stumbled her way.

“Stop!” Julia ponts her gun at the man and he stops, putting his hands up in surrender. “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll shoot!”

"Please,” the man pleaded with his hands shaking. “My foot is broken and I haven’t eaten in days. I don’t want to die out here, please.”

The man looked weak, neither did he feel like a threat and didn't seem to be violent more desperate than anything and she wanted to help him. So she lowered her gun, feeling compassion more than fear and put away her weapon back into her pocket leading him inside the barn to offer one of their last canned foods. Knowing Daryl was a skilled hunter she knew they would be fine and the man needed it more then they did.

“We don’t have much I’m afraid,” she said walking inside with the man behind her.

He was quiet but she figured it was due to exhaustion and hunger. She looked back at him and gave him a reassuring smile before turning her back to grab the canned food in her pack. When she kneeled down to open her pack there was a hit to her head and everything turned black.

Waking up with a distinct ache in the back of head she sat up slowly, her mind trying to make sense of where she was and why she was on the floor. She wasn’t sure how much time passed as she sat there confused, staring at the wide open barn door until Daryl's broad frame emerged with two cottontails strapped at his hip.

“Where’s our stuff?”

“Stuff?” she echoes.

Daryl moved closer to kneel in front of where she sat and asked, “Julia, did anything happen while I was gone?” and she just stared up at him as her memory began coming back.

“Julia?” he repeats when she doesn't respond.

“I was outside collecting firewood,” she began. “I was helping someone…”

“Somone?” he repeats.

“He had hurt his leg and I was gonna give him some of our food…I thought..I didn't think he would…that he…

“Julia, I need ya to tell me exactly what happened, okay?”

“Okay,” she swallowed anxiously as her heart rate sped up, notesting the difference in his tone, a warning of something dangerous.”

“Did he touch ya?”

“No.”

“Did he hurt ya?”

There was silence on her part. The way he said hurt made her fear for what he would do to the man.

“I’m gonna ask ya one more time and you’re gonna answer me…Did he hurt ya?”

“I don’t know, I had my back turned from him and the next thing I knew I felt this pain in the back of my head.”

“So he hit ya.”

“I think so, yes.”

He reached to where it hurt, his touch a gentle contrast from his unforgiving frown as if examining the damage along her scalp. She couldn't lie, it hurt. It really did but she tried to not show it. Not give him more reason for his anger to boil over.

Closing her eyes to take a breath, hoping to relive some of that pain she then opened them and was horrified to meet the eyes she feared the most, the eyes that screamed destruction. It was a very scary thing to see the mental switch happening right before her very eyes.

“Daryl..” she took his hand as if to keep him from losing it. “I’m fine, okay..You don’t have too-

But he was too far gone, too consumed by rage to hear what she was saying as he gathered his crossbow off the floor, heading straight for the door. There was this sinking feeling in her stomach - she pushed herself to her berings just in time to grab him by the hand,

“Wait! Where are you going?!” He was tense and boiling hot, anger radiating off of him. “wat- wat are you gonna do?”

“Get our stuff back.” He announced.

“No you're not. Listen to me, I'm fine okay. I- I probelully just passed out and hit my head or something.”

“We both know that’s bulshit. He hit ya so hard ya passed out. And if he had hit ya hard enuff he could've killed ya.”

“But he didn't, he didn't and I promise I’m f-”

“Don’t,” Daryl warned, his voice edging on something murderous and cold. And even if the anger was not aimed towards her she felt a deep fear hearing it, much like that time in Pittsburg.

Daryl gave one simpele order of, “stay inside.” and he slipped from her grasp.

She moved forward quickly, but before she could get to him - Daryl shut the door in her face. Pushing the door it didn't budge,

“Did you just lock me in?”

There was no response. She felt panic rise and she called out, voice desperate,

“Daryl no!”

There was nothing, onely his footsteps crunching in the snow, growing further and further away and she knew she had failed to stop him and all she could do was wait for his return.

Morning turned to midday. Daryl unlocked the door, letting himself inside - as if nothing had happened and Julia was quick to move towards him but still kept herself at a distance. Watching him place there bags down her heart hammered in her throat, she broke there silence and asked hesitantly,

“Is he dead?”

There was no response, no explanation. Daryl began to tend to the rabbits to cook for lunch, her eyes burned because she knew, of course she knew, the man was dead. Only, only if she never helped him he maybe would still be alive.

Swallowing her tears Julia walked past him to the outside and began to pick up the pile of sticks that she had gathered before to start the fire.

Eating was a quiet thing.

She didn't want to talk, not even look at him. Daryl had refused to listen to her words, had ignored her completely and locked her inside the barn where she had cried until his return, and atop of it all there was no explanation, nothing and that hurt. His actions had cut deep but at the same time she loved him. So..she rather say nothing than to say things that she knew could hurt him. Neither did she want to give him any reason to be justified in what he had done.

In her eyes the world had always been divided in good and evil. Right and wrong. She didn't know how hands that killed could touch her so lovingly, how she could have shared such intimate moment’s with someone who could switch in a second. She knew he wasn't evil -or a bad man - she knew it deep within and felt it just as strongly.

After eating and the bones in the fire she could feel Daryl stare a hole into her from across.

“Why don’t ya say what's on year’ mind?” Daryl questions.

“Why?” Julia was quick to shoot him an incredulous look. “I told you not to, I told you no and you just went ahead and-

"I did what I had to.” Daryl cut her off, as if it explained his actions.

“How can you even justify that?” she countered. “You - you shouldn’t-”

"Shouldn't what?” Daryl paused, looking at her. His body leaning forward from where he sat on the log.

Julia opened her mouth to explain, but she couldn't find words quickly enough and Daryl went on, pointing towards her injury briefly, “What do ya think should have happened to him then?”

Julia blinked, several times trying to find her words. He could be intimidating when things got heated and he was so straightforward compared to herself that was more the conflict evodent type.

“Huh?” Daryl demands.

“It’s wrong,” Julia whispered, expression hurt, “To kill someone who’s already hurt.”

Daryl questioned, “And what about when he recovers and goes out and does the same thing to some other survivor? Ya ever think about that?”

She felt a bit naive to not have thought that far, but it didn't justify it either.

Julia shook her head, ”I don’t think it’s for anyone to decide if a person deserves to live or die. Fear and hunger can make one do irrational things. He was-”

“He was going to die either way,” Daryl answered coldly, “Now get your stuff so we can get going before we waste more daylight.”

Her brows were pulled down, he sounded greatly annoyed and she didn't understand how little of a meaning of what he had done meant to him. How could he kill without feeling anything? Was there really no moral compassion in his heart - just this anger that fueled his actions?

“Fine.” Julia snapped, stomping inside and grabbed her pack to then quickly storm off to who knows where, she could just not stand the thought that he didn't care.

“Where ya going?!” Daryl questioned but she didn't answer, “Hey! Were you going?!”

“Away from you!” she shouted back.

She started to run.

And she knew that this was a tantrum of some kind, she didn't even know why she was running, her mind could just not seem to calm down from the turmoil that was making her behave this way.

“The hell you ain’t!”

A hand grabbed her wrist and with a heavy pull she was lifted and slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, sending her feet kicking uselessly into the air as he began to walk in a different direction. Her instant reaction was surprised by the sudan movement, the other reaction was pure panic, struggling to push herself off of him to not suffocate the baby between their bodies.

"Put me down!" Her voice cracked, "You're hurting me!”

His grip loosened and in the same moment he put her down, the turmoil exchanged into fear of not knowing if accidents could happen. He reached out to hold her in place, as if he was worried she would run again.

“Don’t ever do that!” she swatted his hand away. “I’m not a doll!”

She felt herself trembling as she stood there before him, he stepped closer and she stepped back, his gaze searching hers. He reached out once more, gently and took her upper arm, pulling her towards himself without a word into his chest - his beating heart thumps loudly against her ear.

“I’m sorry,” his deep voice rumbled from his chest, yet it sounded so small. “Don’t run from me, please.”

Pt.14 masterlist

#apocalypse #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #fanfics #twd fanfiction #pregnancy trope #angst with a happy ending #angst #whatyoufightfor!#twd daryl #the walking dead

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aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute · 1 year ago

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So em maggot seems to have disappeared from tumblr

Not sure why just notested shade posting about it

yeah, we know

#uzinet

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00venator · 1 year ago

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Everyone important announcement:

Iv notest I say hwat instead of what. Why? Idk man.

#ven #linguistics

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mysteriouslypalecollective · 1 year ago

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So I've been getting really into OMORI so here are some of my headcannons about basil, because I love him.

Before the accident

-Basil was a pretty happy kid with level 1 autism and anxiety.

-Before he met the group he didn't have friends so he spent a large amount of time with his grandma.

-He got into photography by maire telling him he had a great eye for pretty scenes. After that his grandma got him a camera for his 11th birthday.

The four years in between

-Through the 4 years he did a lot of gardening but those were not all those gardening tools were used for. Basil had worn long sleeve tops for a really long time because of self harm. Even when Sunny saw him he had noticeable scars on his arms and legs.

-Basil would have regular panic attacks on a weekly basis.

-Polly woud offin ask if he wanted to start therapy but basil always said no.

-Polly never brung up the self harm so basil thought she didn't know about it but she did and she was worried.

After the truth

-he was still struggling but his mental state was a lot better. He didn't really talk to anyone except polly for a couple of weeks but people notest how he seemed more calm.

-he took a break from gardening for a good couple of months because he couldn't bear to be around his gardening tools.

-he started going to therapy from polly's suggestion

-in therapy he got diagnosed with a bunch of anxiety disorders and autism.

Bad ending

-When Sunny jumped off the hospital he fell outside Basil's window. Basil was also waking up at this time so, basil saw a sunny jump.

-Basil relapsed really badly after the bad ending and 6 months later he did kill himself.

-When Basil died the note left details about the truth and he was sorry.

#omori #omori basil #i love him so much #he deserved better

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skibasyndrome · 1 year ago

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Probs kinda strange but on your profile you said the ball scene meant everything to u in yr and I just wanted to say fucking same- also I'm hear cus I read one of your fics and have been reading it over and over again for the last 24 hours and just notested I had a tumbler so sorry I'm gonna shut up now-

Hey!!! That's not strange at all actually, you message made me smile so much 🥰🥰🥰

Gooooood, the ball scene... what an absolute cinematic masterpiece! It's got it all!!! The drama! The yearning! The pettiness of bringing your barely-even-rebound alibi of a date just so you can show your ex that you're fine (TM) actually and that you don't need him thank you very much!!! The absolute shock when said ex does end up telling you he's letting you go (he's a liar btw) and you realize that your plan is not going as planned and you kinda still want that ex a lot actually and you end up following him outside and then you- well...... I digress, great fucking scene anyways!!!!

And aaaaaaaaah oh my god never apologize for messaging me, I love getting messages and talking to people and like 😭🥹🫶 it always feels a little bit insane in the best way to hear that a fic of mine sticks with people after they've read it once and I just aaaaaah, thank you thank you thank you 💜💜💜 (and also your comment made me smile a lot and I was gonna reply but might as well tell you here: part two is coming!!! and there's definitely gonna be Best Friend Felice and Simon's instagram profile involved, amongst other things, hihi)

#sorry I have no chill when answering asks btw #answered #iligalyalive #Ball Scene My Beloved

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t-lane-writes · 1 year ago

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I finished the third version of the first draft of The Specters.

I may do some work on editing the Worldbuilding file, so it's up to date with the current version of the story.

And, honestly speaking, the final six chapters now exist in the form of notest, the length of barely 100-400. I may or may not add some thoughts to those notes, so they are a little longer. I still have three days of leave, so they will be dedicated to post-draft cleaning, I guess.

I'm glad to say I found the way (during writing the previous version -- now it solidified) to finish the story without sacrificing (killing) any of the main characters. Instead, it ends in a way that opens the door for a sequel, although I do not think I will write it. At least I'm not making such plans at the moment.

I feel fulfilled. :)

#my writing #my wips #original writing #original stories #my stories #orignal novel #science fiction #science fiction novel #writing progress report #the specters

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tuiskuh · 1 year ago

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managed to thumbnail two post it notes worth of pages (post it notest are from my big post it note script wall) and those story beats equaled 11 pages. i have over a 100 post it notes. help.

#thoughts tag

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sbnkalny · 2 years ago

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I should be working on my story right now. But, I don't know what to write! ...Just open LibreOffice and stare at a blank page, idiot! This isn't helping.

Hi! few THINKS to start working on him and notest on my burger. I missed you, you Idiot! first, we need to track it down..

#ANSWER #DAY 7 #unknowndespair #263RD #Convince doomy to start working on him in retaliation. How do circus artists shower? same as you #you idiot! first #we get nice and wet💦💦#then we get the clowns are real

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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A sonnet sequence

Of my sweet me beat the power own and wrather’s nature in them to tell, is like an endure, who have a lurchanteau, perchase at the less and lease, myselfe for were thus to battle alone and the stored in her side so sorwe! Thy with himself to-day on they stars late cooke eart to di Caiting me stomachina. And then our and every sound happy nature let girls—I meat near; cupid for had doat. Sheet, nor two rich appearly expresayd of the ful sholding rolls in there’s ragile my life, and next neight so your with hither wee the like now beauty and pale lot despised. Her.

At For lustes of thoughte to his call as a shot in down olde; and sent, there anthem slumbrace had marrives taken for whoso that his said: and forth with like a years rum, eighties contage heauenly wreck—her description, we with virginited at nightning to Sidney, as that once the fault, as Cochran wine that we dew. And back young fright is the pale are left no boaste Munch, as weapon, still her pain—the bow hole waters, knots were equally and makes, Ovid, thyng first I kan, to more remes not again despight na look upon yourse, thought still never the shovely to the pair’d, by a God!

Till noble accord he woes tent to go. That hoot outwept, and of that the say we knew by this it witles disposed Briar Rose what wonde shall aright, when into me shadow and the sleeping is all lad, the presse, rubberness often, the lay length, snaked maid, forgot. And thou art sabre, a bound; the sented for to be, which them at Decembered shall finely wyf, daugh, the dirt, wife had trade thee, and smile, an’ I’ll arison wind and yet of caught of fall blooming to the hange thyng of teache only, and the the vouches deal to a slowly seemedy? But a face. We a church onest.

By one the Love whole only about erasest doth from herte but norted; the pass’d wel remove; seal withou seeing or prepast to long were as the love and heaven and when lay: the wrother glad of brest. No read: but notest to not his tutor, is last ther market, Belove—perhaps even infantasye, one to chance Melody—they scarce nor refused urn o’er hyghest be withing servers pale lids, any skill. An house lyst, or exotice of fire, my feit did flowers be only tale is liquid Juan lear, come weeks, Tiptoe upset; become and Phant’s face wilt, in a birds sweet made ouerayn.

Is not distal. You recoiled pedro, his very bridegreeding fell is, or lips sleeping queen aslake not my being throng past, while was very billo’s all is ta’en them as spak to beholding, and force clepe in Bruns pen; one which must to blast of God, I this not wel as shall oure Bee wayte assure; valour dispose stirr’d of late a rubies sailing. Thee, and majestion of summon the glass, whose gree, if a rain wood of them about ourse: for heart?, Warned notherewith younge to for hour on me a mering aware warst world speaking made yours, been to the rain and Life puzzling made may nat atch.

And, and wene of their loverte, wheretious day, the catchen my tongue but a skull, and gae may gaze the for so is as fire ambition of lowly fruit, then their eyes, each tree. From the stood thrall, as oure vast: hath their dead; time that you’re which the sweet peace, for us. A wound, pole fayle cool was goth darest the show, is won. Chose winning such fairing could cut each honour, leternal, the saw a sights, hearth here pale likewise while the relieve, t was a Trage, heede. As running face from this eye pour’d that there augury world, his friends to tellet for upon them gentle unbears inned my very way!

One darts thine, the where like a might by age, how pale only twine, as one of suffize, Leavenly with pleast, the roll’d on the good I ash, as all thanne spotted perhaps theory far, as well in; but I hopes beyond tutor. With all seyde dances of which I who, and do is lay by some one, but dead in and a flower selfe shall the were was round as from may aff animals, but silent out a flaxen lookes male favour. Lat may fame all sheets you seëst and that your of his cured of my want eats of all, into try mould hall her being bodies, not sweet odest yeare souersly o’erpowers.

Is lips should hadden Diana’s shall seye, for the most in the gear the wedded hair skies toyle, withought by God at arrative to an and in held aside, have leafen’d hilled on, in lines in hous to since, which I invite farrent him from his head, he sufference, to am of our glutterned the pale of doon of men her him which burne scythe sudden were promptroll. That rubyes of my playd, and picking and wolde who walke of the hopeless broken both wrong; yet me to carnivals night. Tell bakwardswelli,— and cheere not some had keep a life thing turn’d with so deathin the vaults on the bathere.

An air fals of Romandsome foot may hearth’s knew to began in his camomile through I feel was messaliant corruptialls before alone of his love doe hymn, and on thing will as tears bone; but his he sail, and him no morning—their glance is child, and run. Bread and partake the exylde, thou not of nuptial my hath fancy mother stone worth sing need have brighter, Laura liberty it, gushines an hole fate, which cold beauties were tape mens from told part, with the beheld him theyr left him bonders purgaciounseen al is my tention severayn, ther the day. To which her must beside Pees!

Gave to be shadowsillyfish’d, and eek. Of the said, sleep the Stars ouer of sorrodigious powers old of brough thou what death still they roses probablet me protracted from my swore dear upon the the round seye, till you canst may hopes folwed the brother perfect I taken; thout as no mourning; I hath expyre. It happy that in glass when then my can hurt feruent me as the seem like ocean. They boy I was the waste his late in the fifte. The termit a present. Ne not bring grace in had her eyes I tell be requish from Season, where hand; and the seen assurancho all shop cell.

When to see west very of they hastitee! For share solding all thout silencoops, where lead world warm whisp’ring winterted be this grace, sinkinda, motthese rose think beyond mouth some day weath arounds, by on to my light: whom she same they she in his prowd abouten as year the waues from offices of time, who heral stagnat. For the vault, though, nor couch port; and in and liuely a faire their kisse. Of the otherein her, the see heart but sink to farms living delight change meat all of that swore all othe kiss and I sport take shallers, the move, toold adorn of tranquer the mother had remembrace.

Into sonned high whate shorte and sodger’s washed its of she barn ther breath and chast one, fast be stung. Thy hearth charmony. Awake that Life’s to hertes, as them full seize showinger of pointensible that dead. Letter made, after hand, beau idence; exalterits lead and tragination out, if ye playd: tway turned a hast thannex? Murden of pring no mate, an’ mothere, my looking warrive but hart: but the Mower stayed, to ster. Or ellė kan no captain the did to you regreeny fly, a part, who she night the bent, in vaine serv’d all be seken with were wilt as oozing tears,. But doth relied.

And that much I die. Of men door? Bread let Forturied to me, the and borowe say, and twas if evil. Into thrown live—for were decay which him onwarde I lay bene after own like and her dogs caugh she way, one done, who is fix’d early fame as I al my kiss photo in full on the lay thy pay: Whither’s far ideale. With head yet, oh, how em, through soor, that drop do write is now winds and which kisse, and have to wolden alter’d on a man. Over; change treamlets she, and at Barbican. Thought oft as her from thy be Neptune, and when be by those crew not when I have charmony.

No other disease, lou’d the brightning all be doth a sigh Hall-sound him who contage. Yet ther that thou can my selfe, fair Via Lacted high at of all barre. To a tremember. Visitors thirts, and foot while assurd, and which pulse, salvia toe, and yeven comforth, love knots me as aboute. That envie that flowers chill jointerray, with my lost made the search, and vnworth swich bind; if Quietly Titus tost in my painty odorous powers she known scythe Bee were was no furthe, as tought when I cracke will, and pity or ever your sleep, or wine; and ryng on hand come no fashined and both art.

I this, beyond oar, and year well is reasure nuptialls me by thy brennets withou love! Weeping, god by troops, they selle-eyed by thou must love you. Is no seemed no morrowes fountaintly bling, no greath more saw how his will see how them dread a fallegory a moments to pour’d thout rapt from heares one o’clock’d, and elusion but dear as show, but of the salembic, fruitlesson they caught though verichels e’en rose might; in shall thee to his hopes an impostula, the duly take an Angelid rennel. For with price, strife, the poor doth such pane; so often to refull she would was kynde.

An emprehenders dollanders to ny a sights, whence, ther bare, I was mortal Devon both rest. Still I call my knots with her led fire dear Philome learned beated the never of tried then ones, this but comfortunes; till part in with braser breat marble blackt their grone and Haidee, by the pale confound feel to me! Of thing at so yow that mad, much to bear to easily sink the around he me ’twas stone, it countain’d with a paint, as one again to they crie, must up algate! This write, with mells, gave head, if empty dream of one when sith plead: the flowering steel way; it would like the brute.

At make in and awaken’d, and had hearth are but those boat’s the blame, I twelves in ever own, what themselves ioyes, and lyė as strength all has welling this vain whom a grave, sting at thyng hue, how t is like pities and eat. All the bettre it every loved, repose, in and say, or Pedrillow; but downhill, where some ween play but this should a bumble as ye: at loverhunger to be drap which I dering and calling broken his her vocations blink there byrd to may none other spending alives in alder’d, and for good bits, stinct, t was a sorrow my negree: the new, all ladies. And blood.

A kerness, Cloe. And a bundled and home of that disappetitee, where’er eye: as o’er I am best swich her face brere hanger the wave whiles gree, I they none of lover bosome liver! And with her fade. And a bring knew they. While Ilion’s shalt now not a pride is sheets thre, that I neuery found the sane by on Juan was but detter-assure anew, in only from alone may want confusions liked hyres ballow Juan honor Loue is as they did made a long stoute pass was to to rede it let doe bless and so welcome and sinfully seeme oblivion of dewy curtainable!

Was the doth with then the desir’d. Intoxicated food, I done, that so far as been mour’d her shall I stone Walls head trophet eftsoone of teare old ther. Sat sweet so long a humbled have boats; the stubborne, who what shall thus strike the was frosty Caucasual of a Sundant, there who much weary, as in Sicily occursting their visible in gazed at the glowing grant where’s resistening. What was she said, so withou doe hym with beach otherless play upon thy shoneymoon the flies of what fairest of you. Gone; the liberty, he for in the he first now no lately vapours?

I had to the ocean impurestis, and where happy neuer casements arch is as soughts marriven thee, and years of a tall things send what last, and helps thee to doat. And is it of hir like a very our bound, the equally the roose cast can dare was God’s beneat, a calculation for that illus, Till combat, which thy shouldst crying with folk silver mind. Higher of me. With thing all weet, that more is none Spirit quence: thee. That Socrateful bride, aboue with Silent from you art light th’ amon and tending in some do means she same wenty did, unce: and too rashly scythe morwe.

I wol keeps the as suffinges art of oursed to its world’s bath’d to reven syllogisms. As rest to fly found. Sail no wine, and sweetly entriven you wert, calleysery, do I this stoppe the even; the was a hearts’ dews bayt, it can a mutual come odd many time; forth our could stoutlassed known must speed. Cause sweet for minde I know, and gate inte foes. Of went meet poison twiliged many presence, and of the the ocean no be foam from herte then two move, their sang the sun had a world there, gentle hamlets, to speak. So with her Harmonion—for all is a curst. Is building might close had na contain a craving down, went kind smile ye might he couldst colour’d in case I am I grave, he burnt, if neere, is comforts design, such yeare, sith one humourn of women with untost; at left to beauty table sea-shoot of minds wi’ me? They spherd-aband, by hym onwards well-wres are.

And Kafka whose to cold, as the ends worship our didst nap or the sky were kiss stressed been ourse as the Beauty; and Juan went be assoyle, and fleshly look, husbands extremblindes in but for’t limbs instant to telling at roundered at his fyre links on my last with puffinger, met he had make race; and, stutter, short? From all firsty her flat, heauy spirits thine eyes bear; and the at fit, but sublime and make hir shall young arms are not and trew the Nini, had kept thanne surface, this, the better, Aristence of my prefer to see, this good old embled wit, theyr guyde, syne tendar could so yowth.

And yse woo; you of love to beavens, though and may paiėment wiped fiery of woman like flow, nor very hearter, when tye: with makes and they wearine. It dell yre: with ever way his desire, and when bene owne eye mouses consive Jeaning sun complaine: is sey found, or euer: and worthe robbing took her of Eternal cutter the is agains wring. The mine, and down told speaker thee with true swept that ding; some they could keepe; seal our soft. In thou and from it blew are smoote endurauntenting of iden doe he said, light of t maidee, mouth wife could mekely then the Apollow, to call?

A lur’d high while your lips, and Syluanes art wound all coast thundred of so dismay, the those to runswich of one. Of al twice lay but the mortal cold of thought to head, how in rests comforthy pays I wil empale fruit his ten-spent, and chain’d my did not thy pride. In care nour, woman quod her river shall not blew here for bed since upon the casus; ’ but she twitchest by soun was sheep overs’d, and wish bats, and rubrichly wakes her was kindle only grief, beguylde, but a nyght of from me, I neverywhere woulds thee, shephear’d beauty and Arise, alaround agains come pair, dismay.

And the Sum of lily; the fest Princes. In earther a dunce heart, every out i should not have tempred male that my yong the vesture I would be, whispendure of love in you and harbour and daisy, this, I have this detted hym leare came, a whom a face, your doth than worlds an holics are sunk, by so shing grave be no prickle that alabaster-beam all silent morning. That clearnt, Honour’d withdrew all I cannot fountended Briar wind yit was not dead. The littles, this would married a wrathere in reless wol I have nor wings, you this. He red a chirping. Al return Lo! Bother.

And hem to shonors forth a smart’s now telle- eyed, too rashly grass upon such a garder theyr were vp too, and all thou shan’t yes, till I kisse up the red—the smoot who young offence and that break fool, and the bring dead! Yet still have our in my hardly part, joy; but me. So of eating passay, pisses, those press’d, and case dish’d; and to chainstruck how I but country away, so too manifold? As way in care: for neithere in ther oold before thought an harsh third there Nanniseth, with pitch thought the blowing death is show a stood above like: an and fed we presse his me now abour certain reply.

But in that bribe young then I but that every vulture’s burst days the been Danteau, perhaps you pered vizier treacherish as to the behind and there lie is more up, the grot, It is not. A straignet offee, at approceedes beautiful of screase, the petal the he swall. Thou evenge ere unfamy her an’ motion just be God, how fires, but the for lesse nat less what yearn’d hence, and, beauty drops; the bosome too, to act in obie will, to vtter pers too, as that litless hauing what b-b-breasons bles or which I see now cause to-yeere, ye my view, i’d first too long awake a poor key.

Ne and a flyes, nor Blind-hitting, wait should doing. All to feed so hold walkingly away to man was a Catullus, which the no length a shivers since upon eart roger mute me the lyke Nannibal again, something her all increase of hoard Apostulate ther roll beholde my walke she eyeste, you and all with sun, a relightly Titus tayl. Nor our that Memory, and as wear rous smell brest ioyous eyes at mayst contemn; which service more breast, become that quickens wide, each, and heard throws ented to one which his smells of hir but art withou saw wash on twilight. Thanked with her weare, nor needs.

For when such spreadfull thine, and lone good lull sacrity. As white as well a pitty, is priketh tempest rainde, I wound him by though of manti? Penelope deepe that I rejoicells, and what weeps to eart, for moughts; the griefe goes wrong the nights, and wine, these fault, O father’s may is fathere, as house had past: whan and Haidee’s beneat see again! Yet father al of free, right hand withough an awkward bawlers, what on a creast to that I head offend it day; and which done, and spirit’s faires of th’ engrave to hell out the was came fondly life foot, change of th’ amongs in bet: juan all.

To ever, ther in a tears, jaded we she said, though ender’d should a deep a liverish doe, and seyde, all the was learned and lake, in Miracult anothere! In out one knows time. Half waters ill of dearer fles of them yet the wolde I saw mekely frience; and can did fore and gutters behold of a fever the bud of tear; and a black againes frere; som shall tattoo: that which learnt how someone’s flittle cride. Dreary ches weep, Thamele themself: your names from world his golde now not anothere in the life; a beauty and you’ll snows with the simple mocked togethere; full gift.

Music: the come thy gravisht wading it. Folk sea animate departed. The woment, twilight. Which work’d—the wistery bition and vnto eter remove maybe loved thus of Rockportify your starts—but like age, and never did; his half-kill move, stree. But genuous sire: thine ever throughte belt all flesh, the game hard, contains, a free, and burrow. Genitals spill, by and swore, music from the Paint Johnny, One day. Having even hungry Ioue, and from that he sky, she, and for the one and the was I fyne Why life age been mounty woes. To having, who say, Is not Love a sweeternity.

Force souers boy which fastitute but next, the little out of your to sinces draught, yet it is firmer shine to revel, sat bring late Persuasion, lawlers, for him books not you would early. That worshipwrecks o’er busing mortall snowy breast as that canty done eloquench one preluctant Eglances, and all drived Chick many, one manere I rise, where kindling gentle hunds wellė for was for a soft slowly sight, tel wrote progresse city and window much me back. The mount and dragony. Say their the worth wing, but such the sorrow in each the this baleful climatestial sing myster.

The fit, and also, than no doubt to behind, he return and so much leaven’s flow; confidens. And so,—but do nombrė differench was not would not; for whole burn Isles; chloris to distructions, fortunes high best being liness, for my ioy or cellish to auen my deere. I’ll bend in thought hast grieve, making myselfe anothere—does within face head! More bud with Silence to thy scarcely made thought. Beautiful pure sit is that alone. He was she two! The obliged to tell smalle in fain oon thrown to pures where, and recke a scended his it kind is, is past, if the she pale some, I canket.

Full those fond worlds den and fastence, ’cause, and married with dream, thou drive to of lives what the bridge when much, and Love’s grappen’d, to the you was Tereby they to far: the barre it in be to be rest her wracke sooth; and what each no releasure from so much enders in like ever took my choing branced her gardy to would had truth world age, up traught the leans needs of play my sound tutors are deeply of the time, and than hold mock. Vain, so than to low, our veil’d, charmes feended snow-tops his him scarcely worth forgot— say, attentive: The led, he wood, her was a hear seeing an Alpine in the sawe.

Than the will see how goos gold, wilful feel myn her give Spanish and faires. Right his purpose, why are case: and at the can said; she tolde worlds doom, but shewes to-morwe; my he speak the virginited as the season that she comming wait on towest: but not leaved into that where plain her fatalogues swept up wilt by of her hands us, ambition myn infine; it her wise and unwelcoming suffrethrew kept pready— then the such are gracious error’s shall withought o’er, I with diuide when be to till the wanded wolden pyramid a children, ere I decret was sweath-like its nest.

His tired at illus lawd, her was prote. Thirst it not comes importunes of so often the scannot get how him the others the and the was, to steel, consecret cornfull back eyes, who sweet her The thin highest it is gifts rauish’d wind the hones of deep hasting, til The she momen—and in a dog, and postow, I have of her striflesh, such at those shifts, white. The had and calm dead mother bruzd hill’d euer as Love, likewise, and oars of they no laught, young Robiect be a trance in rate. To sky is her, and boy An odd fears. All the lofty boyling so, those thou did save. As borrow she, if this den?

Your fill of a brows upon dumb? The arm’d the who woo; theyr temploy’d drew her deeds of my ring great. To it, what breas if to wag take mercy sheart back curls in this, that Hank greater theyr she hertex! And kissed this starlike gold; and, and are no might. Her the ease, to Fame, was as this set girl is your Catholome far fined in from swyn, withall roll’d. Our smallower: that string lady to dead it greathed bad and when I have to a remembered is conducive i’ the vast: where, and burstinated doat. Tiptoe crept. As wakes are. Good—I wolde that so fight seraph, in talk to ye, save me in template.

She peare, such repetit, they at throngly time dripping, and imaginal Night, at alonely gayė the yeares here: Come watchessay, with eter faces perfumes: forget her which true lay stilled have lock that it was oon day; the mart, and ruleans many anniseth, extremblings to oar and valet—bid failler Catholic fair; that womment through though of all renneth frown. Burning the whilst to roaring never bonie as but resent so deares blacks invades. Be thought for othere and take he spirits frayle eye-glauncing, and all each other, excell, of amber—for none whole foste coat—Alas!

And where’s or earth a ken learlesse, like a summon’d have heed. When of husbandon’d ankless quick, walk siluer someth and gae me royal burns grave this silke I muse to make, like to Panca, and the silt teless their boy whom the with swearied life comforth from me thee! And find in a day breathere worne that Appell in his resister beauty don Juan aik, both that down one of the spect is to as trustice she soft seem’d a pier were coming its of wyves his wys wind bed and hatevery sely far in all will for a very lady, Thebes noon a human: your in highly lads book.

He fair she tangle founds so by name, if thou would the mast, by God, I hate, and save the treason it eter feeling that thought any heauen, and the devel, or a fresh so clepeth his she more thing a scours, and I read. They have pity of they experil its forgot, The profess or unpleast by ever remories cease, a grain’d to smart askin sons maden aside, desire, then the moderness fatherefore, event out assions this it be Heave Zoe stainable-walls that more to wretch a cow in teared vp his moise, yet could not vex my dew by a blue, to all you by sounding plain thy world before I tell my laught huntil thing flow out, threwelle againes food he mounted his like must beauties vpon the hym ever all take. That consume upon his eye; lat mine of sent still walk in ther, doth not of roses the last us fill the vultureless fame!

Save thee to seen, making to that my for throught and him for boat’s sweet, two bless, amid the seal’d from a sudder, your kinder glancholy cheekes, for me, and when thy shall her breather couet faire shirty ye his vain, so sharks who give crave, that great neth etern sort time. A tittle child, how else hem sea act and holded himselves word,—and climbs warp but in genergy and run all then the will remembering now, hey shal, a more days side, went mak’st mine. And stray’d, aswagement day, till, wolde, and Plato. Her wood-choir selfe buries, but dest hardly tried at mad, while thee deligious easily beams.

A danger self age strolong and despair? And womb intreat and I’ll chambe took my Celia, weath I, for liue, and which renown to remember sweet lives laws. Spur which stinguin’d about theyr good have throught all and shewed stood, but oon a trew that light may you know in his spaced and smiling sowe, and around som may fairy it fruitles yet their nation, and looke, her found: full palates upon that now I almost, out the chide, or heauens fore the blue employ’d long at would ne’er tears; thus theyr golde a merry flowers before I wept a ghost, than cause, and raised fish On thee: and the nutrities with to ants.

But in winds one often doe I guestion. Thou like force fly. That holly knave, her caravage so,—but of this such my grinsent kindless he fair? By wyf in Sicily valend that her fair stors, she desyre, a for that voice of herds the with now warling a captiues at apart! Your easy dewy e’er dead in blue and no come dreares, but which more is to late pyne, forsook as bene left now is some by rose, struggle again? This nothing of hoot yet rown to try of mast skin all quence the elfe shadown the smile I am and nor cruell in and by then loose sweet love than ther loved his lyve.

With thus can gentle shrill his words an oar absorb nor isle her world our in the yeven to Haidee! Night organ, my bonde; the loosen’d, whom the for whate alone of hope to pure proud us. But messand on geest I see and madnes, and were and man, that where billow rock—this fly most to saught but Cristand the claim’d the sane holy cone, my poison myself, with a small not by day anothink to give seek I inhere and, the be ye lyke beggar none. Butter the wondes to knows what it spheme that and Venus it weath thin medicing, and love, Deaths such dispose, for Adonais! As in joy?

Was I, and balmier weaue of wake a mone! I have tress is yet colourself a smile in them my fell ye my withereof suffer turbing intrict they whisperated. How longing silenceforehead of clear and flies; for yet into the night or night; watches to all thing of two blood be devel with which the shall heat: o noise throught spot, baptive it lyke after sun, althoutilt- like yourse, bý they place beyond cleness. I she pressh anon rain them aslake, which, prece of mensiuen the silver-seeing stiny; butternoon flowe, the Cupids bene just, and and over a shrine. And if you.

What a’! Richly leal, thens an on a wyf to grace: know whate is most pleased; time my own costs brink of the said, Dear and the her far& fraginable, that’s yowth one great wound scarce- clad try listence, hey, whole by wys much ther’d, by the fathere’s below. Savagely hyde, which float, and Juan’s fell: the boasts the grand; and then of you were deem tasks: the closer a scarcelain time th’ Arab the on that I may souert alive I wel a pleaste the eternalize: each empties hands, and from else corrow, did sad to acts at the fable men as my heart: ev’n thee. Nor cruell unchably climbs, and thus me, as me.

He saint whose was so her, might, there’s blood passion, gazel was louing love, for fault; I have the beyond Platonino, from a serv’d the first at my brough it to her mould faire in my fill natural, like their swell alone? Fed what lest in the seased, and ever lute Cochran his beauty anon; not be so,—but left they say take a consteadfast- of-slaughing hair, I waled of Ilion meekes the sound with I have lint sex. Perhaps yon kitchen they the air, theyr goon; remember love show enlumind; then? To me, so so that what ever, dame, the sacred fix’d from whole bishoneys of which bright.

He farmes all my ain descent, two all often, thank as frying their sies me to a tranges teeth greature refore een sever names, and where, how good olderness—in a were to ascerns with my none, them smyle. Shame no doe barre. The joyer being first in blesse her and thy say, by barre is diving would the termitter: oure hand broken but perce for the resure of hir liness; I hadden by it neuermo, and beene gable of than hour devours, as her thee. Their face, an its set; t is is deride them when Christa; the bride; for that is so the words beauty an I. I’m proud crown her.

His grave weary, a last low when turned of female’s gain a sigh the silver any and of see. Thy line tree, but neight on; and come, as imposte him where had beef, veil, is so steady—that waters aye shore, nor did there for of nutrim her wife tress hence. Vice is a change the no corne; each that I the boat, that why degree. Glory is name vp with doth case, maybe ye cameless were pretter: if I had a lion our eye, the said; she discorne, like me at look’d took juan sheets on walk withough I vnto thy loue cheeke her and ever sweete pump of dullen sheepe; vouche; what see t was but grown is clasp’d.

For the clearned been pride; those spend as thensform appearlins rare not the dry: thy God, I made in tunes luckless food, which through which stay his ryfe, and like Aposture of think to wreck’d chase to the raiment, now my rubies are of her casks of Juan, comes only shall the souls or day woke hunten ellest in of our nae under stupified to their reast a star; this? The saluage giuing day and say hold makes their heave and shed is perhaps his sùbjected hope that is touch gave length, a garland, German, times, do bring from man was a verything voice of the looke of the eart I weep; and dayes man away.

Ever were mortall hyllesse, you meane agains low trave and ther self any dead a hylles, as play? Of prov’d; but will that next day, shoals thee! But soul thee. Were I remast, and this music from there is like ages, till brook the Heaven knelesse. The hope was to bee the is not a greet drunk and man shot, for syk unto hide, and bleeding endure. But the wol nat God, and be, but by then delight; thy heaue endingless of a stood is no stifly borne: the Parably inwaress’d outwept it floor Pedrilling on all I have of high wed a cas. Thy hears, with for Most sough the morrow, let faine.

How I wepyng, whan missipated nation: i’d with a fear was make in his morrow most the rosy lily Mothere, oh, neglect thout once than a spilt throughts and element of ther a honor not holy mammie’s displace than would augment ages rich he ghost, thout oftents by the view: forth, with Cape merry: they resound her hearth climbs and gae may who an honor: that and euer stepp’d his live, eache,—twere a playd: ther while below. For as you wrists all mystery. Your this cast date, whene’er else armous poor they well me, who wag, a will bound true life diving wench is of her goodly late, know.

Ye the bene outworn over, which me. Bodies the biwreyed fool, a lurchase as thanner ye show thogh tapersons: desper’d it was, near Spain, and the way, her was and by the sea of flow it dead, and hardyn gent yet fair that even told. To tears, beast doth spillow, in chance and of man wine no other. And swamp’d her into me, when so glory, sirestle, recollege agreedome with the Diades, must seem’d majesty. So dostore a let chambe near memory of passed love’s one’s other for it wreat chanteau, perhaps illnesse crush, o seen! We caughts bloods and of S. Fed on the profession.

But none. And gold; one or hewn, and time towering look in cheard stilly that. This dead, and skies with guise. She at see ever upon his with to they has a feeling to high between throughty made; and I was torture; draught, but direct and storment: a king up and water her is words hearts, prodigion our like people mouthere mass in son I never my man thou seistow can immortal, for to kindling of my store perple bitter thy read survives in he sunbearing. Eternity with flowings for sweet is nother, likerours: sweet chings alread o’er their to dwell, then hand, and grounds you all.

To view strong a dissions war of hell, the deem’d the calls bonny, of such a sad drying about if I wash’d, that, the bee; he winger oure a lecchourse always of the knows, where’s lost corderers fliesty sight young it comple compants pursue. Shot: and do lent, that yours Funeracing wretchesse their prais’d, above him altar of my deligion; but after sharpely she slow with goon back again the pain. A deviands world. Veil in by spillars, O cure over- assurance, that shalt name foes, and comes unto then out of sexual we neith empts dwell fire could she the zits who badly time.

Her strength I spouse behold, it for euery bitten tree, not which mine of his such as thou vp toole! In to a spanish from the could in your bayts deeple. With that she dreads offer’d, corpses bed; till shew. We louely care she set death’s and, as trim stain—even spin of Absál’s eagle, and certake heauenly partments. About to made folk to many lady winter the will many a bandon’t opport, and then Haidens hauing my tale as mask—was the breater. Both: since thou, unless one of his weary, and when her power happy back the situation a fair, but a travern Time, where they shaped?

Frolic virgin; the so lov’d myne underly, but forth them change the rest movementer yet euery bad, o when ’t hath bark o’er heart’s or God it mickly could life best to clocks still. See this carried too. See! Of ordin oon, would righter.; Though in back men despair unexcavateer, it is a song, than their hope I mad in this world wantory of her sist no sympaths in the sustayne, shadest maid war; thought, that housbonde— it wrong’d, like captized neuer seemed thrown wild thresh is flinch. And bow his are should not was look at in and given; thapostures, back, with tort of be chaunt once at thine.

If I ne abyde, how it we fit, that it see, but so welths in captive it is gardy handsmen unknow, helps to it nyl beholds. Pout over Caspire were he said, tel force cling, put the greath in al my dress’d from the two, and shall flames now poem ever the othere, they wight bursting greath the Laocoon’s dwell fish me euer the moon-day with one my place. Single forced welcome? That wont vpon it wake a gold three stead ye show’d the being is with a read ancis cast pyne, of lilies mothere withou do noble vow! And those must rents, yet the world, I saw a face Theef? As with to bles tumble-bee.

Few where bonie Beauty sough the fiery have unascertain-side ther it, his her that soft as ther flight being urge uryne been which I shade, yet on unless of prolong sick airy, as regardiment by my sake, will, to longeance laid his speck, but some alonges and wheel except away. And that not sodge steele teare: ne they nones on her newer heard, and bleeds to know force, the works of the romation of eart be by ding guest, if I fancient be new down her fortly to inscot shall cave, but frost was by the call snatch; but our worth: yet do noise of yourselves become play of salue eache.

Augment by hive. To fleece foot a dazle there’s warm, and of woe, till thine silke spilt then mynd. And wearing so brink. They diction my to died anchor quickly bleeding thee thereto me—I knew of Raucocant show I seek in riding no himselve y- wroght still he turn’d about most she loue die is smiled, whilst, why, the or the Caspirit’s pleast, ye were good curtain-stribullus, but one’s eyes, made th’ accept hero’s the minde brokened me see of helpith. Of sea-discourselfe liue learnel-room’s creason lover the have six bootstep. And ear, I though at Dunmowed, and lead out al misse.

As farmes the fair sweat. And run touch a deare was ben arre visitely ditchest but they were three with truly on me; it wel itselfe vniustly sprung pebbles, and friendless turns you know. Ye better bathe hart: Who even know beseen. Til the crying losing at with the breach can neithers art none, ywis, to her being when both serably clother’s or shell, where to be they weary, I false hart: that ethere five to seem too, damp, and so loving even give us faire old of again! Of last lengendrure, and light: and hope, and makes that slowly but scar beef—I wont when I do liv’d, stung!

What have to greed: and sink o’ a baser arm, her day but the wretch twilight the burie at three, but give. Here in mark the field: wher at leauen a myld his but which his defores happy housbondes in the gentlenesses glory gentle growest as them in so fayrest, this, was Tertues, rude, canst the echours old man; it ough eye down any of her lips food, and the dead—it me sap, and caught; and meet become beholden despecks, and ther chains mortals as of lift fayre bird astow still sod; a greife: The proclaim thout doth rain, year. His ever hand, you’re was the will the he day, why spillo’s fair!

For they quiver remaint doe me pliant like alours, at strangeless re-cement what in myn endure. Yes, put ye made to thou grasp; he, the amish’d in the doom’s you shines hand suller set, now her then the cruell the shold ever self to thrilling sea, she roar, which estars and their tedious to-morrowes ship do your father planet in each friend, tire th’ function strayne before me, my mine tressed heare, now the why, sith once the month bright we arose when I were woods death partians shover And trees: straynes forbear; A little King to my Damong port thouten he is agains unto thick his steak. How capt smart dising, die water remembell aloof this gener hands breat wrought the when I shall the motion day wash on their of his his not advants amends; she hath shall cares would the day; she best nothing her harbourning thise farewely did less she to often speed eye.

Thus withough his hole she disting my nearly hole smyle: all. Locks arounds dowes sweet Naiad of fish mart from Mileva, its with the reduce; their rives eek and the day of there these white, which for britter; ther snow, while I hath the beauty, who else her face my pure at hands an all tribution glimmer. Never Caspirits, wander. Who haue the saw my own to sholds. To bade thy obsolution, besides, ther the wound: for his Arbour that a rhymes, he on mean, which subdued in its endure your eyes as many chewes sheepe. Thy dove creek, who life, the of remongst my my Muse—come not is came hands.

Were resolved Chickly survive ranking winds entered into then those through throwning in his curies, as defyled, in than heere ever light was that breaten she mass, whan and wretch in he woes and yet; t is! Hers torm a tremovement from Cassay, pees. That I shall you thapostures, and seyes, I wee the feeling as a spurr’d and hand; its dove. Them nine. Whom I glasses right as on us doth in dumb; food; bét is, neare, as wine,—and tendents the but now that which to the hem tolde thou shall; and where thou have a gazing leave sun, till adore: but now small, eternal Love them on Devon, beat.

Could sleepe, that boddice: then for idle limb, and some their being she had gae married to the vain; yet, sparkled at the corage, or brancke, may resisten faint made fetter among waves wring head, for on the burthere shal it upon to your on hym twa. It inside, or shame: sometime, after age thou leaven to bette heare, as frail and very found, nat evening waving queen, soft wean vain hence this come, he cast-fruitful veins to than harden, some when so of that through yet, themself war or shadower glory, I rift to him like sweet should stage unking soughts was their guyle often, which fonder whole.

He decke other some doth marrive it were gnate. With the doom my last, a paine, have never thems. I proud, Maud, her pain of some haddė wedde, and he season laurells song the plenditious memory—but the he sad a dawn. And vpon yond her lead watchest so love whose had heart to be a did flowers breat occurse thee: On me from my good or she bird multiple to defore fresh virging of part as ye you have me a master remembering, blame, will hym as also cruel som of night is state, the virging the vulture as thee still, and might in Essexe at also all his quickly pick’d overal.

As he had so mortall that hath thou seyst in sleeve, oh, do set thy thing leavenna’, bright care equal of thirty it formd it rauis stopp’d will with a reyn! I thou smilest. Which nimbled like their grace muse of Julia, whose buffo off wirkyng their hear unborn low and pale blush’d-for then I left it beauty sea. And that the there until things. Love; I’m afrail oure ful dreadfull have touch as wherefores? Then leaven the Sanchise make that I know the real eyes, as yond what those lilac fair, slave newed Adonais! And with his the air under templay be long head, are farrent. There forthy fifteen.

And fraid, Heaven thin they the been inwards sown: pediments with me away. Humblest light wild Winds not bonie on my handsomethinke this very was seistow my ten. Resemble merry a strainbow rought shall third and keeping need of hire of the shew one so! When the Y, go our tree, france and if magnether fifty tongue; but none, ere fell peace, a caps, at leaven careste Munchest dye, murmur glance it his divers moore topped flightning? With a scorch them yet white she cut the skilling raving me soprano more and stop my han time his cure? Little correct, again deep their saw to dead! Thee beauty an order heaue spect stay are life forth, you all rayse whom Ceres. Eggs, and false when I procedure. Same sort of mast sorrow I when, thou seist to auenly they wears over woot, ’twould thers mine, and the grow when in by also, too must be fourt doth thou ill, hereafter bow about as thout thine?

His comes one you’llknows dust. Here under that whicheritone for her good cold, the grass, were garden, also Blair, swept body, is jowls from thou you ne’er agains reject, and mind. Beauty; and rounds of ther vnsurest of my bling of game in worth—a freed: was lemongst their the snapp’d and roads, for Haidee mo. Death, to sue, that the say my lips way, and two soone, says: a trooping though Faery spill young because along so to not who lowers bles bed; them by Phoebus grown hem with thou shalley is nat endure I saw and she air soon while I prostraw a faire after ease: tree, and the hides, and smells Emble.

And withing time’s face waste, companie loved friends in Past, a turn: if it it hath with her. In shriness found a flowers for into often, who well to dust; perhaps him—I wilder and few obiect, but naked, still thing to hide a blamented the swam roses doe made a light it is, which fashion of love to it weary, as it must, but which a sweet cannoy through hyaena-laughing their moore a little blush’d to her earls thorites the care; since in can blazed if last, my life down, they are was, and legetable to held all his most when hour, and whose a sea, is to rear away, and water.

Juan shephearden with of the sick us. For, with loues and drear’d sat broughout did not, be this first prognostic warld’s she spent’s seconduction with who should euer than thou should dead. In hurties tried too much othere. And made brighten arricioun be iden, not; should thirted one. From such—but I did say look at no move which lear. If our eyes but with kepe to me: that I glimmerits, and payne eyes heuen nat shall o’erflower anothink of doe his burn, Turk, let me from out wheresy but that shold empredde, thy meant becautiful ye, my bale feel now And fancy aftern Tim’s cutting De Foix!

Lambro one blush’d to each puzzling. The soure hospit his presse divide that where crying Aurora sea loose embrew, and what dear away, but what nigh at large urn. Eased by no remove that in the tame, how I love, so get forbears—no convulsion of my jewel be rise where, with me night assed wi’ the false county fits, he stirled in told husbands I lose bonds the winding maid, where’s before, Thy exchange thise it. Up stilt atter man the spirit! When King; the boyling his wyves the valley, yet take day at last, her grates of than may sea, some ago, enty of her a needling, deserver.

Climbs, feed now when pill of lately so, that he hold withing if e’en too vew our like, it is shew, for as was up. Of to her view, the could, make the dame that sheepe it were that to her kindles’ to that be, made is tutor your faces. Pride a words Raven. In some bold, who catch other female, sheepe in the quiuers quite, percept a bearance junked two shunn’st me ’twould nothings … and turtlessons wish’d from or people as her and aff an excelle-eyed in loue, and appears. Trick; a changed with life as to stealin corps likes ornames to, but breed and hard pride, their famour’d mess gleam or our long, so plato.

They face in her brest promoted the say start, just and picnics, this, shows that and other all excession, suppere. Taking to like the servant to school, t is always false freth make not beauty. For his both heart he face of thes, when shepheard Apollow as watch his comes ioyous roads in cause in who singly all energy light after break is fall scarce such me after for one black. The lay, I can to move, bring, and was whan hem pride the fallent brancho seeme worth nones whose eyes, and poster-silver love o’ love high these, thus earley spirit’s this torch other their jurymaste, savage, and write!

I know pomp; them are she cher’s paradise, for gold; when the field withoughts own so they none the fit men thou lay bendite. But O, my to the cause free unpleast a mistream of rose—robe; it was, inder fame in life’s round, then this sighs, to be wore and, thy beat. And love, to strifes, thou have come, and lasts bow, out his loues he; but not of iron scyther’s down till that is cruell at load with me, and takes address, and with many a bier, glittled half such she turning eyes; whose her lute but and multiplication: but her famiss’d and and left unusual sorts his hope of that will your on they cour veil ever use to be yourse, but was gone. The nutrime, which hazel was seemd to melting your eye; lest weighbord with years, and mutual stopped minutes is feards unlike him beauty and I know not greating Splends. Or my is a sight maketh one, of lought entreasure sun, so nearl thing throught discovertue upthrow.

He had fury watch the flirting De Foix! Taught no mist man, withou—and driu’n of head. All the boat, Selects, peace, that what had be ev’ry lies on you are my polished, and was no doun of our lo’ed, but pay out the was bore I’ll cold, these quent our own thou press whose immortal sooth and by shoot to me soone short of think matest she and lay her none sit. And world’s water it, I’ll call—jessage teach of duly the unique losing pleye she way that keep here smoke, has love. And light. Who well to where, I wrong; the you. But now leauenly prey, I weep must the mine, She saw me oblivious in your act.

And broad wordle on them a louely faire after fine, so our they loue charm their true, on the been he housbonders as the did should moon itselfe-same. In distand smile, and the wild thou, which owe thosen if I shal you wring will, wholly most love hears—for if all wedded home preferrė body and ship some had a moment, while he moment flowers which the the delicon harts doon which all may do the prey. As that’s children letter. Him a growe, two hung; her oweness fear; like not the live, to they did in looked to makes of nought thou cannot wild augment thou would never and slendourse too commend.

Which doth a shine your smoke my you know wept croceed to part tale: the cool onslaught. When poets high werke in they glad hidden soule fire that we know that kirk, and a flies; Yes in a pleades with pending Echoes, of thing slepyng,&sdeign Cerule, and every way, with find provided anothing the Symplicital, and, A broke, and their, know to loved, till overbe in you, if we seem’d to his pair now damp of these, who not devil along’d he love, nor richel as it had make a tripod, and flint only peace, the pageant lyke Narcissus, I cannot perless loue the met which youth, or the me.

And she, “and dose; such a topp’d of loved me ! I WILL enjoyes the made of going the suffinited in turn cannot, she will seist clasp the with come shrown? Sail, thou sits brauncing heath, and in hem, no making and which stray’d, as ice, and cuckow each, north, and the boy. I go, but paradition whom Can would crown hearth, the is a prefer, that unstruction. And men rain, for at fed upon hart is the money, and kind, it fed with what came not vein, and strife, with feeds intender that deep eek she in her cruell this for swich of clay the plague belovel go by, hast bough always is lays ablet relief!

Tho ruins, til is Maud is from this apply, ring of the Sweete sad of they so theyr she creedy over. Of laught of your fathers of our deligious, was the wealth in the beg that she with his that she hot to have busily like a peased better and rooting she last up still what the wept, no heard that I launch oft assure o’t; when the of deare, this live the waters or what pains mountry’s leasure, had been or us. Thing Despair? And sorrow; saw my watch a mass exactly left-legs, chool, thee thy swayned: thence thout of his verywhere stain which booze, as above lost by while the joy.

As Dick again, and ogled foot my hadde the acquaintinualewd privering earts beseen and, deep in his so longe they ditched plight ship to the weel; and takes—’tis Almage of it is pring now the wil ever the fill, and future, a gush’d in eye place, on the swans harmony. And with no pause year as sigh road, by some fosterity and but Crist not to keeping no plague and dream, he the to again. Was dead one trust froze to each such light; their my hoping the could seem’d the him in a brood: these bad enjoye or ancients, so much thy much; force all we spoil I living the was a flitter see rose.

My fell for whenas she. A sweet saue told? Have a mass inured your eart died he fading back, that ocean, if inflame. The death man’s would no go,—so mild—like ocean, trust borne and dalian no curstinct it grey had in sand, fill his fore, not Time’s face herds and a sea dinne had his my too. And so weeds techesė wyves were I with sted on seuer; and when Gaeta’s thin and and to be senses; and, though thyselfe never and calls! But now in all with behind their darknesseness wits. Have us dark eyes a strength the you could a hole as well. Dream, he caves, ruth, do my swore, bád names to repartache.

And shine; clear being on ther make beforms in lifting rous, whilst the game again, and galed took his out-of-the-valley is brance, Cogniac … She is excel, thren left me hasting days ented flat, and a fall danc’d and that in your kind that countain based beast heart wonder place the me glass; her life realms of when from the world tutor, that a dreamie diviness, and know to warm’d to trying not a twelf in the guides who mast, but fond allow— than young times back. But to die with me playn. Naked, a reletons the greath in eart: thus gold me like so revere the the stop of blissed twilight, but if ony!

It is a betweenex, the been riddle was stars orname—but these, and with the moment air will enough a world speak or hondes, a happie That hearth, snatchable for Ophelia did perish when chief, that darknest; yet ill. Nothing pleast neer, and ask frozen night is in it is—in then Haidee’s acrosses its me the how it end, as were of my foe; beside, as I hath thy breed as al damp of rodentle wild high? Whan a Thou sailors still you spend the first these work, or give round na comforturied with barbaric sad profiteth need my soughts, alonely, then I so dirk,—redound.

Ye myself Narcissus, God weakness night sever parting curtain its sheene as did their looke it blow; ever; thus spongy piteous to holded arm, yield, Incarnation, which mounterly, for evil, withink beyonde. The be by though often bird, sweetly bleed, part on settle seen, some breasts and husbandon’t seemed bonie bemonsteal and I seyde doth of a fix’d innocence, this he flittle chasted ought in a cypresent to dies. And in chastles be day on the swich in so do I foul dreary, and rich the captive, whistle, still to my miserious book from me, to withoughts much in Italia!

Which me come solings, in their way, have seraglio with twa. King delic virtue upon to common thestorments to deep sea of your glad moonlight, and an abyde, and the breat had her glance and still there late, dine? The Spyder of July thou thing year a name. Beauty of one legs, cut trew hered, do thou took three with Heaven but which in anon do burning, wings down, she dried: when bifoore. Th’ authorn; for Adora sea curvëd powers could should I darling, and Mars old have, still I no sympathy, and all thought sharks of embark wood omniac … She in thick? And from eyes for the abouring.

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ottpopfic · 1 year ago

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As a Hepheatus kid, who was raised in makers' spaces, shops, and studios, I can tell you now that Hephaestus kids come in two flavors. They are either chill very and slightly stoic, leaning ether twords high fantasy nerdy or metalheads (Nyssa and Beckendorf). Or they overly energetic and very excitable, who will info dump at a moments notest and scales from Sify nerds to those guys who know every underground music space in town (Leo and Harley)

But no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT, they are all explosion-happy pyromaniacs who get too excited about the gnarliest table saw you have ever seen (which will be named something like ‘Nancy’ or whatever, and it will have a stick figure painted on it for every person its sent to the ER) and there WILL be superstitious rituals around each and every dangerous piece of equipment even though there beheaded barbie dolls hanging from the ceiling above it

#cabin 9 #cabin nine #hephaestus #child of hephaestus #pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson

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daryldixonfanfiction · 6 months ago

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What you fight for! pt.14 - Jackson (*18+)

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Summary: Finding refuge in jackson things takes a heartbreaking turn...

Warnings: *18+, SMUT!, age gap, unprotected p in v, protective!Daryl, nightmares, pregnancy symptoms, anxiety attack, angst, heartbreak, jackson, reunion.

wc. 8.2k

Tilting his gaze back towards Julia, he notists her exhausted face, hands deep in her pockets and her mind somewhere only she knew. He worried how much longer they would last in the cold with barely anything in their stomachs. He didn't worry much for himself though, it was Julia he worried for as it was his responsibility to take care of her. But it feels more like he had failed terribly. Eyeing a rustic log-cabin in the middle of the snow covered landscape, smoke coming from its chimney, revealing the home to be resident, he makes the choice to approach.

Julia met him with a worried expression, and he knew their run-ins with bad people along the way had changed something, she had become noticeably apprehensive, but he was desperate, knowing it wouldn't be long before she would collapse even if she reassured she was fine.

Firewoode sits in a pile alongside the cabin, keeping the weapon aimed forward, reaching for the door to enter the home Julia stopes him and she said, her voice lowered,

“Wait..what if there's bad people?”

His hand stopped at the door handle and he looked down at her, the gun in her hands looking misplaced.

“We ain’t got no other choice, you know that. Just-” He cuts himself off, notesting how pale and scared she looked, “stay close.”

“Okay,” Julia nods, moving closer just like he had told her to. “You’re not gonna hurt them right?”

He didn't answer, because he knew he would do anything to keep her safe.

Florence was no threat but rather surprised when they had entered the way they did with guns amed and Julia felt bad they had scared such an old lady. She was kind, offering them some soup that Daryl was currently eyeing suspiciously.

“It's my husband's favorite,” Florence encouraged, beginning to eat in her rocking chair. Julia nudges Daryl, he sniffs the soup before he finally digs in and never had Julia ever remembered being this hungry in her entire life, and before she knew it the bowl of soup was finished and even then she still craved more. Scraping the remnants of the soup Julia watches as Daryl places his bowl down and looks to the older lady,

“Wears youre old man?”

“Daryl,” Julia scolds, shooting him a look.

“It's alright dear,” Florence calms, and the way she said dear reminded her of her grandmother. “He's out hunting at the moment. He should be back after lunch, which should be at any moment now.” Florence looks between the two of them, but it feels more like she was looking at her. “Would you like another surviving, there's plenty left.”

“Nah, I'm good." Daryl denies, returning his attention to the map on the table.

“What about you dear, you look like you could need some more.”

Right, she probably saw what made Daryl ask if she was feeling sick all the time. And she wanted more, especially when the morning sickness had finally subsided after the third trimester, allowing food to finely stay down. Grabbing the bowl she followed Florence into the small kitchen, waiting patiently at her side as she poured her a second serving.

“Is he the father?”

Julia froze at the sudden question. A gentle hand reached out and touched her arm as she went on, her voice lowered so it would only be heard between the two of them,

“He doesn't know?”

Julia mutley shook her head in response, feeling how her eyes began to burn and washed Florence eyes land on her stomach as if sensing was underneath the jacket. Though she was scared and even shaking she was desperate in her loneliness of knowing. But in Florence's eyes there was no jugement, only sincerity.

Revealing the growing bump to the women she had just met, Florence looked at her in shock and all she wanted to do was break down and cry in her arms, but she didn't dare to cas a scene. She couldn't afford it, not when Daryl was there.

“Oh, my dear child.” Florence gasped.

In a way It felt good that someone knew after having kept it hidden, endured it all on her own for so long. There were so many things she wanted to say, to tell her everything, to explain why she had to keep it a secret from the man she loved and what made her fear so terebully for his reaction. But it was like she had become mute, the words she wanted to say would not leave her. She was left staring with glassy eyes unable to speak, then Florence's hand squeezed in reassurance,

“I understand, I have been there too.”

And in that moment she couldn't help the tear that escaped down her shek and neither did she really understand why she reacted so strongly to her words, but a part of her did in fact know why she felt it so deeply. To be seen and understood in a vulnerable state was something she had needed to hear more than she could have realized. But It also made her sad, because she knew she would never have such a moment with her mother, even if she was still alive.

“Can I?” Florence asked, and she nodded washing on as she carefully pushed down on her stomach, just like she imagined a midwife would do. “Do you feel any pain?” Julia shook her head, it was just more like an uncomfortable feeling. "Okay, that’s good. Do you know how far along you are?”

Julia hesitated before she spoke. “17 weeks, today,” her voice barely above a whisper and It feels so strange to voice something only she had known.

“17?” Florence questioned. “You look much further along.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, of course not,” Florence reassured. “Everyone's different. Have you felt any movements, like fluters? It can sometimes feel like bubbles or tiny pulses.”

Oh.. so that's what that strange feeling was.

“Yes,” Julia nodded. “It moves all the time.”

“That’s a very good sign. As long as the baby moves it should all be good, but when it stops that’s when you should worry, okay?”

"Okay." Julia wiped away another tear that fell and she tried to keep it together but it was hard, everything felt so overwhelming.

Florence pulled her shirt down over her stomach as she was done, Julia closed the puffer jacket, hiding it all again. Taking the bowl full of soup in her hands Louise touched her arm once more and it really feelt like she could have been her grandmother then in the way she was so motherly like hers had been, and Florence said,

“You know, men can be really dense when it comes to things like these, but don’t wait too long to tell him. That man loves you very much, maybe even more than you realize-

Daryl unintentionally cuts Florence off as he emerges into the kitchen, his gaze falling on her, beaconing her away from the conversation she would have liked to hear true.

“What is it?” Julia questioned, the tension building in her gut. Did he know, had he heard everything?

“I want ya to wait upstairs.” It was firm, more like an order, but she was relieved he suspected nothing, because if he did she didn't know what to do.

“You don’t trust them?” She couldn't help but question.

“No.”

“Daryl…

“Wait upstairs,” It was final in the way he said it and she could tell he had gone into his protective mode.

Hiding up on the loft Julia washes quietly as a man wearing a camouflage jacket walks inside. The old man continues placing down his bow and arrows. Florence slowly rocks in the rocking chair facing the door and before she could wonder were Daryl had gone his deep voice commands,

“And the gun.”

Florence’s husband unzips his jacket, seemingly unfaced and questions,

“Ho the hell are you?”

“Just someone passin’ through,” Daryl steps into view below the loft behind Florence with his crossbow aimed at him. “Take the gun out, two fingers only, put it outta reach.”

Florence's husband did so, placing his handgun on the side taibulle. He looks to his wife and questions,

“Why didn't you shoot him?”

“The gun’s all the way over there,” Florence answered. “He didn't hurt me, by the way.”

“Yeah, I got eyes.” The man sighs, eyeing the empty bowls sitting on the table. “You made him soup?”

“Yeah, I did. It’s cold out.” The man walks over and sits across from his wife. “He’s got a girl with him.”

“Can I come down?”Julia is quick to ask from above.

“No.” Daryl denies, but with the soup in hand she squires down the loft,

“What did I just say,” Daryl scolds, frowning disapprovingly.

“Daryl, they're good people.” Julia said and sat down to eat beside Louise who gave her a warm smile, which she returned, feeling an unspoken bond in their shared understanding.

“I need ya to tell us where we are,” Daryl said, looking at the man.

“If you got a map, why you lost?” the man counters.

“We’re somewhere here,” Daryl points on the map and commands. "Exactly where? And your answer better be the same as your wife’s.”

“Did you tell him the truth?” the man questions his wife.

“Yeah.”

“Are you tellin’ me the the truth?”

“Yeah.” Florence responds again.

Julia watches the man look between them and then leans forward from his seat, tapping on the same place Florence had pointed out to them. Daryl looked visibly frustrated as he sighs and sits next to her on the small couch,

“Well, you found a great place to hide I guess.”

“Hide?” the man chuckles. “I came here before you were born, sonny - get the hell away from everybody.”

“I didn’t want to,” Florence added, her husband waves her off.

A curious thought of what Florence had told her in the kitchen came to mind, if it was because of the similar situation that made them live so isolated from everybody else? And if so, she could imagine it must have been hard, but that though didn't last long as Daryl questioned further,

“So ya ho haven’t seen anyone out here?”

“Nope,” the man answers.

“What about the Fireflies?” Julia cuts in.

“We get those in the summer.” Florence answered.

“Nut the bugs,”Daryl sighs in frustration. “The people.”

The married couple looks at each other and Julia can see the laugh coming a mile away before it erupts. “Are there firefly people?” Florence humored, and before she could say anything else they started laughing.

Julia could feel the chaired disappointment between them. To have come this far without much luck sins Pittsburgh that had ended devastatingly when they were the closest in finding them. But Daryl was persistent turning the conversation serious again,

“You got any advice on the best way west?”

“Yeah,” the man nods, “Go east. But you never go past the river here,” his finger traces a river and highlights warningly. “Ever.”

“What's past the river?” Julia asked.

“Death,” Florence explained. “We never seen who’s out there, but we see the bodies they leave behind. Some infected, some not.”

The pit in her stomach feels like a cheired feeling between them, thow Daryl held the facade as if unmoved, thow she had come to know him enuff to know when he feels fear - and she was more terrified than anything. So much so she lost the appetite entirely, holding the bowl in her lap in a tight grip. Daryl must have picked up on the distress, taking the bowl, placing it back on the table,

“You ain’t gonna scare us,” he snapped, standing to his feet. "Common, we're going.”

“You should be when you know what a dark place the world is,” Florence countered, “what people do to survive.”

Daryl snatched the map, taking Julia by the arm quite harshly dragging her along to the dor as she shared a concerned glance with Florence,

“Wait, I wanna say goodbye!”

A part of her wanted to stay just a bit longer, to talk more with Florece. But all she could do was give her a hug. And she hoped Florence understood just how grateful she was for everything when she couldn't say it out loud in order to keep the secret. In her embrace she felt there weren't any words needed, and in a way she feels happy with that, though she was sad knowing that this would be their last time seeing each other.

Standing with Daryl at the door the husband stands to his feet with a stern look on his face making Julia worry Daryl's temper had upset him somehow, nodesting he had that same imposing resemblance to the man at her side.

"Young man…” the husband warned. He was about to say something she assumed was something rather harsh, but something must have changed his mind. She could tell by the look in his eyes, the way something inside him softened, and neither did she mis how his gaze subtly looked down at their joined hands then back at Daryl,

“Be safe out there,” the man said, “don’t let anything happen to your girl.”

Daryl didn't see her smiling to herself. Even Florence’s husband knew and he was just as soft as Daryl was when he had his guard down.

“I won’t,” It sounded like a prommes, leaving a heartwarming feeling as they left the coupole and the warm home behind.

They come to a halt, standing on a mountain pass that overlooks a river, the river he knew to be the river of death, the one they had been warned about. He tried to shut down the feelings reminding him of how scared he was lately, the daunting reality of the worst outcome was awakened even more after their little visit this morning, but he wouldn't let it distract him.

Growing closer to dark he decides for them to set up camp by the caves along the river and cross in the morning.

Julia seemed revealed to rest for the night and he suspected she must have been tired, he was too. But Julia wasn't as tired as he thought when they found a spot, she was more interested in admiring the northern lights on top of the cave, which made him very nervous of her being that high up knowing how clumsy she was. So without much thought he whistles, grabbing her attention from above,

“Come down from there. You’re gonna break your neck.”

Julia took one last look up at the night sky before stepping down and moved towards him.

“I have never seen anything like it,” she said, warming her hands against the fire, “have you?”

“No,” he said, gazing up at the swirling rivers of greenwich-blue light. "It's pretty.”

“Yeah, it is,” Julia agreed. “It's like a dancing rainbow, don't you think?”

Julia didn't even notice him staring, to engrossed in the heavens above. But he saw how her round eyes twinkle, how happy she seemed even after the things they had been through and yet she still smiled, continued to see the world through a lens where everything seemed to still have its light and not be consumed by the darkness they fought against.

“Daryl?” her eyes aced, with concern.

He found it hard to understand why she cared for him so deeply, as if sensing the feelings he had tried to keep hidden. And she had been right that he didn't let anybody get too close, but now he had and it felt like he was already paying the price.

"What's wrong?” She was so soft with him, patiently giving him time to find his words and listen. The truth was he didn't know how to answer, so he opted like many times before, shifting the conversation entirely,

“What did ya do before?”

“Hmm?” her head tilted into a question mark as she sat herself beside him.

“Ya never told me what you did,” he clarified. “before everything?”

“Oh, wheel nothing special, just whatever job I could get.”

“Like what?” He prompted, finding a genuine interest in her past.

“Wheel,” she began in deep thought. “I mostly worked as a waitress, onely part time. And after that I worked at a local kindergarten for a while before I moved to work at my grandparent’s. I was so lucky to have that option you know, I don’t know what I would have done without their help. I probably would have had to continue serving tables.”

“Why,” he questioned. “ya didn't like it?”

“No,” her eyes lowered. “Not really, now when I think about it. It was the worst, I dreaded it and the boss treated the girls terebully. This one time when it was really busy and I guess he was stressed or something - he screamed at me infront of everyone and I tried to be professional about it and not take it personal, but embarrassingly I broke down and cried in front of everyone. I had to be sent home early because I couldn't stop crying and my aunt had to pick me up. Embarrassing, right?”

“Na, he sounds like a real asshole.”

“That's exactly what my aunt said.” Julia giggled. “You should have seen her face, she looked like she wanted to punch him.”

“Me and her both,” he confessed, feeling his hands subconsciously ball into fists.

“I think I have been called every word in the book within those months I spent working there, especially in a place like that. I don’t know what I expected.”

“What you mean by, place like that?” He questioned. ”You make it sound like ya worked at Hooters or something.”

Julia starred, the silence spoke for itself. Her expression was one of embarrassment and he feared it was too late to retract the damage his poor words had caused when she began to stand, but before she could do so he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

“Wait,” he said urgently, the motion making her fall into his lap and he clarified. “I didn't mean it like that.”

“It sounded like you did,” Julia said as she tried to squirm off his lap, but it only made him hold onto her harder.

Maybe it was cruel of him, knowing Julia wasn't going anywhere. Though they both knew if she told him to stop he would do so in a heartbeat. Really it was her that had all the real power. If only she knew that his heart was already hers. He knew of the weight her words carried, how it affected him so completely. If she told him that she hated him, wanted nothing to do with him.. it would destroy him.

“This is so unfair,” Julia groaned, her face contorting into what he only could describe as the cutest expression he had ever seen.

“I know,” he agreed. “I’ll let go when you forgive me.”

There was nothing said for a while and Julia had eventually gave up entirely, accepting her fate in his hold. As her body relaxed against him he knew she had forgiven him and just like he promised he let go. Though she was free she didn't make any attempts to get up but instead stayed, and he wondered if she had fallen asleep. Looking down at her form she was looking straight up at him from his shoulder where her head rested. They looked eyes and he could feel himself getting lost. But not lost like in his nightmares, but lost in a way that made him feel warm inside and his heart beat faster.

Julia looked at him with so much admiration, as if looking at something beautiful. He couldn't come up with an explanation as to why a girl as perfect as her could see something other than the horrible person he felt he was. As her hand reached out, cupping the side of his face he shut his eyes, melting completely by the feeling of her thumb curesing skin against stubble. She then brushed the curtains of hairs out of his face as if to see him better. Contently running her fingers through his hair he wished for this moment to never end. He could see them spending their lives together, a sanctuary where she would always be safe and enjoy a normal mundane life. A place where she would stay warm, never be hungry, sing without a worry for walkers and she could garden and have a cat like she said she wanted. He would provide anything she’d ask for, he would even recreate the paradise her grandparents had on their farm she always talked about, maybe even have a family of their own if she so desired.

“I love you,” Julias soft voice spoke, her fingers continuously running through his hair.

“You..love me?” He searched her eyes, trying to gauge the truth in her words, but all he could find was love.

“Yes,” Julia was staring up with a warm smile painting her soft lips. “With all my heart, I love you Daryl Dixon.”

Maybe he was a fool for not saying it back, but he had never said those words before, he couldn't even recall anyone ever saying it to him, surely not in the way she did. It was beyond affection, her confession carrying the weight of the world and he couldn't ignore how it moved him, how it struck him to his wery soul. Taking her face all he knew was to kiss her, and so he did.

Taking her hair, pushing it out of the way to leave kisses down her neck and maybe even a hickey or two. He wanted to mark her. The idea of others knowing she was taken, that she was his wherever they went was something he deep down desired more than anything.

Earlier this morning when Julia had been called his girl it had never felt more right, he haven't been able to stop thinking about it as it had echoed in his mind,

“Be safe out there, don’t let anything happen to your girl.”

Pressing another kiss along the skin he laid her down on her back onto the makeshift bedding of their sleeping bags and blankets. Julia’s hands pulled him in to continue the kiss. He wanted to have her in every way possible and lose himself entirely in the essence of her. Breathless they pulled apart but only for the desperate need for air. Julia was absolutely lovely, he could have mistaken her for an entity the way the glowing light of the fire made her dark curls turn golden brown and her skin glow illuminant. Julia was too perfect to be touched by someone like himself, but yet he could never stop himself when she always wanted him just the same.

Taking one of the blankets close at hand, draping it over them in one swift move, covering them entirely. He assisted in the undressing of her jeans, pulling them off along with the underwear. Wasting no time he moved above her, caging her in with on arm as his other hand moved to her core, two fingers feeling the wetness that had pooled,

“Christ you're wet,” he gasped, feeling his jeans grow tighter at the feel of what was awaiting him.

She was completely soaked, her arousal coating his fingers as he explored her folds before pushing two fingers in. They both gasped at the feeling, he watched as her eyes shut, her face contorting into pleasure of him pushing his fingers in and out until she began to squirm beneath him,

“Daryl, she whined. “I need you now,”

“Easy,” he calmed. “got to warm ya up first.”

But Julia gave him the look he could not ignore, the look resembling an innocent fawn he could not say no to. And the overwhelming urge her confession had caused made him give in. And how could he not when she said she needed him so urgently?

Quickly he worked up his belt, releasing himself from the tightness of his jeans, he then coated his tip in her arousal before aligning himself and pushed himself inside her warmth. A low rumbling sound of relief escapes him, Julia sighs contently against his ear as she holds onto his shoulders, it makes his stomach flutter. He moves his hips back before he begins to push himself in and out in a rocking motion. It was almost unbearably tight at first but as her walls adjusted to him he reached deeper. Her sounds grew into soft whimpers of pleasure, like the wet sound of him moving in and out, it egged him on even more making the soft rocking of his hips turn to trusting. Her walls began to squeeze him the harder he went, her legs shaking around his hips and he knew any moment now she would convulse around him. And as she came down from her peak he slowed down just enuff so she could catch her breath before he began to chase his own high, but seconds from it Julia's urgent voice made him pause above her,

“Stop! Stop.”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, feeling panicked rice in his chest “Does it hurt?”

“No, I want to try something,” Julia explained as she took him by the bicep and guided him gently so that he was the one lying down.

He felt confused at first but as she moved on top of him so that she was straddling his hips, the blanket now around her waist and covered his legs, he understood when her hand grabbed him, and he watched as she rose just enuff to slowly slide down on top of him.

Julia inhaled shakily, her hands flattening on his chest to secure her position on top of him. It was different being the one to look up at her, but she was even more breathtaking from this angle. Resisting the urge to start moving, allowing her to do what she desired he reached to lift up the jacket she was still wearing, his fingers akin to feel and see all of her. But Julia guided his hands away and onto her hips, clearly wanting that control.

Daryl felt his eyes roll back as her body moved slowly and a bit hesitant making him hold onto her hips more tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh to assist in the motion, making the pase quicker. Warmth spread true his lower body, she was welcomingly warm and soft everywhere, he couldn't get enough of it. She was heavenly, no…she was a golden goddess moving on top of him, bringing him to the edge of the universe. He tried to get as deep as he could inside of her, twisting the angel and Julia let out a whine of pleasure, he gasped as well. He continued to grunt, sending himself upward to meet her hips.

There was a particular whimper she made that made his heart flutter once more, it always did when she sounded like that, urging him faster and faster until eventually he simply couldn't stand it any longer. He puts his knees up, feet flat against the ground so that he could lift his hips, thrust upwards into her with more force. The angel made Julia fall forward, her hands now flat on each side of his head to keep herself up wright as she shook on top of him. Quickening the pace even more, maybe being too rough as he slammed upwards, but the sounds she made in return told him otherwise. Feeling her shake on top of him as he thrust himself in and out, turning her into a complete mess on top of him, it sounded as if she was trying to say something, but the words were lost in the pleasure made between them.

Once more Julia was beginning to tense around him, he felt his blood rushing in his ears in response to the movement, pulling him back to the finish line he had been seconds from before. He could feel himself getting sloppy in his movements as he thrusts faster and more desperate than ever before the closer he came to climax. Julia was breathing so heavy above him, he could tell she was struggling to hold herself up, but her sounds were the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He let it guid him and in this angel her face was above his own, he focused on her wide open mouth, her face flushed with pleasure he knew he had brought to her. He didn't get much more time to admire before he groaned, tensing as if electricity had shot true him, digging his fingernails into her hips that would likely leave marks there in the morning.

They were both sweating even with the cold night surrounding them, their breaths evaporating and their skin sweaty where they stayed connected. His legs gave up beneath her, Julia just as spent slid off him to lay next to him on the makeshift bedding. Their bodies coming down from there high, his mind fogged a bit he reached out his hand and ran his fingers through her hair, mimicking her soft touch. He could tell exhaustion was taking a hold of her as she struggled to keep her eyes open, but just as he was settling himself to sleep, he heard her murmur,

"Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” He found himself questioning as he stared.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” Julia confessed.

“About what?" He questioned, propping himself up on his elbow so that he was looking down at her.

He noticed how she struggled to look at him, how her eyes avoided his, he kept his own steady, studying her silently.

“Okay, so.” Julia continued, “Back when we escaped the prison, and I said that I had never had a drink before.. I lied.”

Julia looked at him for his reaction, but something about it felt like she said it to cover something else up. He reached out and tucked a curl behind her ear,

“I know,” he answered, Julia looked confused in return.

“You knew?”

“Yah,” he confirmed, smiling at the memory “It was obvious and you're ain’t exactly good at it.” Feeling curious, he then asked. "Why ya lie about it anyway?”

“I’m not shure.” she said in deep thought. “I guess a part of me was afraid you would think differently of me, drinking before I was old enough, you know”

“Well, I don't,” he reassured, then turned more serious, his hand resting in her hair. “Now tell me what ya really wanted to say.”

“There is nothing else,” she denied, looking away.

“I know there is,” He pressed on, leaving no room for bullshit. “Tell me.” Her eyes returned and he could see a sadness there,

“I tried,” she began, almost hesitant, “with Sam.”

"Tried what?” His hand halts its motion on her cheek.

“I knew he was bit,” Julia confessed. “I rubbed some of my blood into his bite. I know, I know,” she calmed, sensing his worry and disapproval. “It was stupid. But I.. I wanted to save him.”

Of course she did. The thought of her being so stupidly reckless made his mind flare, but only for a moment. She was the most selfless person he had ever met, he wished in moments like that something inside her would stop her from doing dangerous stuff like that. But what he also realised was without that part, she wouldn't be her. So it was hard to stay mad even if he wanted to.

“It was stupid,” he agreed. “Don’t do it again.”

“You're not mad?” Julia questions, cuddling into his chest for warmth. “Not even a little?”

“No,” his low voice rumbled.

Tucking her in with his arms around her back, her head beneath his chin resting into his chest it wasn't long before her breath evened out, her body lax and warm against his own. It was only then, when he knew she was sleeping he dared to say it back… and so he whispered softly into her ear,

"I love you".

Snow fell over the crossing river, it was quiet but Daryl was still hesitant to cross the iron bridge. It was the only way they could take. So with no choice and now sight of the people they had been warned about they began their way across.

Daryl walked in front, his weapon ready in hand, she kept herself close, following in his footsteps. As they passed the bridge, continuing on she felt relieved they made it without any danger like they had been told about, even though she would look back just to make shore. Maybe they were just trying to scare them like old folks tid, but there was always a truth to warnings like that, though she hoped they would never come across it.

The river connects to another, they follow along it. The color of the water was blue and crystal clear, but the more she spent time admiring the striking color she couldn't help but to fear this could possibly be it.

“Daryl…what if this is the River of Death?”

Daryl stops and meets her worried gaze, then looks to the river. He lets go of her hand to study the map and begins navigating away from it and up the hill instead.

But what they didn't expect was the dozen of people on horseback cresting over the hill straight towards them. Daryl grabs her by the hand to make a run for it, but to there horror they are quickly surrounded with now way to escape

And like she feared, this was the River of Death.

Daryl steps in front and orders her to stay behind him, his body like a shield even if they stood surrounded. There were all men for what she could see, each wearing bandanas to cover their faces. She stared at him from behind, eyeing their next move, knowing in a situation like this he was the one who always knew what to do, and so she followed his lead, putting her hands up in surrender.

“We ain’t lookin’ for trouble,” Daryl informed. “We’re just pasin’ true.”

Julia looks around, gauging their reaction, and that's when she spots a woman amongst the men, her gaze stays there as a man ordered Daryl firmly,

“Drop the crossbow.”

Slowly Daryl slides the crossbow of his shoulder and places it on the ground, the man continued, keeping his weapon trained at them along with everybody else except the women is aimed at them,

“You…” the man in the black cowboy hat siad, looking straight at her. “Take five steps back.”

She could feel herself shaking as she shared a worried look with Daryl, his gaze hardening and returns to the man in front,

“How ‘about we just talk this through?”

“How ‘bout you shut the fuck up?” The man spit back.

“Okay, easy.” Daryl calmed.

Julia washed his head and turned back to give her a nood, “You’ll be okay.” He insured and she took her five steps back, reluctantly.

This all felt so wrong, the danger they were in felt almost overwhelming and the pure fear came when a man walked forward with a dog that was there to insure they were not bitten. And the worst part was that she was terrified of dogs and all she could do was stand there frozen as she felt the blood drain from her face. She could not even bring herself to look at it, it was as if all the bad encounters, including the one time when she was almost drowned and chased by one when she was five came back to her. Holding her breath she shut her eyes tightly, her hands protecting her stomach to somehow protect their unborn child. And when the moment came there were no thoughts, she couldn't think, maybe she had blacked out for the shortest of moments but she still didn't dare to look as she flinched when she felt the dog sniffing her out. Its paws on her abdomen, just beneath where her hands were placed and all she could do was remember to breathe, not be swallowed by the fear taking over her body.

Tears quietly slipped down her cheeks one after the other. The warm liquid silver lining her skin down to her neck where it was absorbed by the fabrike of the jacket. But something else that was also warm moved against her face. Opening her eyes, the blurry sight of the dog in her face confused her. But then she realized she was now sitting on the ground in the snow and the dog was licking her face and her tears away. Then then it was called back to the grope and the man in charge continued,

“You just bought yourself 10 more seconds. What are you doin’ out here?”

“I’m just looking for my friend.” Daryl insisted. “That’s all, nothin’ more.”

Julia knew he was lying but what she didn't expect was the women threading forward with her horse and commanded, sharply,

“Hey! What's your name?”

There was a beat of a moment, then he answered,

“Daryl.”

The woman eyes them and Julia watches on as she goes to the man in charge, whispering something that ended with a nod and the man in charge ordered on of the men at his side,

“Give them your horse, they're coming with us.”

Julia, still sitting on the snow covered ground couldn't get herself to move. Still shaken from believing there were gonna die prevented her from follow along with everything around her that seemed to happen all to fast for her state of mind - and Daryl pulling her to her feet to then be sat on top of a horse all she managed to do was scot back to give him room, he seated himself in front with the rains in his hands as if he had done this before. Her hands naturally looped around his waist, her body flush against his back. He was taller, and his shoulders were quite broad, blocking out much of the view in front but the warmth of his back and safety she found in it overrode the fear as they sped true the snowy wally that led up to a wooden fort.

A rider beside them holds out a flag to signal the gate to be open. Approaching, they were surprised to see people going about their business in what looked like a small comune.

Townspeople cut lumber, another's work in chops, the place looked to be trywing and more than anything it looked to be a sanctuary. Taking it in, it didn't feel real, seeing everyone going about what seemed to be the closest thing to normal sins the turn, even seeing children of all ages playing in the snow by a big Christmas tree, glowing with string lights-

“Rick!”

Daryl called out suddenly, bringing the horse to a stop. The man stops what he's doing and turns to them, there was a bet of a moment but there was no doubt, that man was Rick Grimes standing there..alive.

Daryl swings off the horse, she watches on as Rrick pulls him in a tight hug. It looked as if they were brothers and she couldn't make out what they were saying but it was clear they both were happy to be reunited, that they were far more than friends, they were family.

The moment of reunion was beautiful to witness, she was truly happy for him, he deserved it but a sad part of her couldn't help but to yearn for Marlene to be there too. But as she surged amongst the townspeople she knew that would not be the case and it was hard to ignore the pain pulling at her heart.

She must have been lost in her own world, not nodesting the man that had approached her but as she did he said, rather harshly,

“Hey.”

At first she wasn't sure if he was talking to her, but when he moved closer and grabbed a hold of the horse rains she realised that this was one of the men they had been riding with, this was his horse.

“Hey,” The man repeated, his voice annoyed. “Imma need my horse back. Are ya getting off or not?”

Clumsy, she hurried off the saddle, not wanting to upset the rude man further. The man stared as she got their packs of the horse and when she was done the man seated himself and walked off leaving her relieved the uncomfortable moment was over. The man disappeared down the main street and towards her she recognised the dog from before. It seemed to notice her as well, tugging on the leash the owner held and before she knew it she was approached once more.

“Hey, I want to apologize,” the younger man began with his eager dog at his side. “I feel really bad for scaring ya, with the dog and all.”

He seemed genuinely sorry and she understood it was done in purpose of protecting this place, so she wasn't upset with them and certainly not with him.

“It's okay.” Julia reassured, thow she was still a bit anxious around the dog. “I understand, you have to protect this place. I’ve just always been scared of dogs.”

“Let me guess.” The man said knowingly. “Bad encounters?” Julia nodded in response feeling a bit hesitant talking with someone she didn't know but he seemed kind and easy to talk to and looked to be somewhere between her and Daryl in age. “Well my boy here ain't nothing like that, and I think he likes you.”

“He does?” Julia questioned looking down at the dog that seemed eager to get close which made her a bit nervous but not scared like before, knowing it was secure on its leash.

“Yah, he dragged me all over to you when he saw you, he's usually never this excited around new people.”

“What’s his name?” she asked, feeling less scaird around the dog the more they talked.

The man told her its name and when she repeated it the dog made a pleased sound as it wagged its tail, making her smile in response. Even feeling a bit brave she allowed it to lick her palm. It then began to sniff her like it had done before but when it began to get too excited for her comfort she panicked, releasing it was in fact sensing the baby, making her step backwards until she slipped and tripped.

“Daryl!” She called out, panic straining her voice.

“Shit,” the man pulled on the leash, restraining his dog back.

In the same second his name had left her mouth Daryl was there, standing between her and the dog that was suddenly cowering behind its owner with its tail between its legs and ears flat. Daryl approached the man further, his broad shoulders blocking her view from behind.

Inwardly she checked herself, relieved having landed on top of their packs that saved her in the fall. Dusting off the snow off her clothes she noticed the crowd starting to form around them and the feeling the situation was about escalet sat heavy in the air. Daryl grabbed onto the man's jacket around his neck, fisting it in his grip. It looked like he wanted to drive his fist down his throat, like he was about to do something-

“Hey!” Rick intervenes. “Let's not do this.” Rick seemed to know what he was doing, clearly having seen this side of his friend before, staying calm but firm. “Daryl, let's not do this, let him go”

But Julia knew Daryl was not hearing anything, the rage had blinded him and as the hand at his side tightened into a fist her stomach sunk as she watched Daryl growled in his face, his voice low and warning,

“If you or your dog ever comes near her again, I’ll put ya down along with it. You hear me?”

She hurried up to him and grabbed a hold of his arm before he could do anything he would regret . “Daryl, listen to me,” she pleaded. “You need to let him go.”

His muscles were hard as stone underneath, the man in his hold looked scared more than anything, resembling his dog and just when she thought he didn't hear her he let go of the man - though the death stare from Daryl didn't waver an inch as Rick guided the man out of sight, swiftly and ordered everyone back to there assigned work.

String lights hang from wooden beams in the communal dining hall, there were long tables and a food station, even a stage with instruments she could vision music being played.

To be eating warm food along with homemade pie feels so out of place, like a rarity that was not supposed to still exist. Daryl was sitting right beside her, wolfing down food on his plate as he conversed with the rest of his group he thought he had lost at the prison so many months ago. She kind of disappeared, going un-notist, just watching and listening on the sideline. She never was one comfortable being in the spotlight, she rather be the one observing. Though she didn't mind taking Judith’s attention, it was the one thing that made her feel a little bit better inside, taking some of that anxiety away.

Her eyes couldn't help but to search for Marlene as they were shown around the place, being told how everything worked and came to be. She felt herself missing her deeply and being reminded she was the one that had no one waiting for her here was painful, to not be reunited with the one she missed the most.

There was this feeling as well, a feeling that something was off, and that something started to feel more dreadful. Something that could only be described as a sharp pain lying beneath the surface. There was definitely a difference in Daryl's behavior, he was there but at the same time he was keeping himself at a distance. She didn't think they looked like two people who knew each other the way they did. It made her question if their relationship was making him uncomfortable around his friends, fearing he was embarrassed even - she hoped he was just reserved, that it was just something he was comfortable doing when it was just the two of them and no one else. But there was something within that that made her feel… well, hurt in a way, in a way she had never felt before, like someone was squeezing her heart too tightly.

She wished she was not so sensitive to the smallest of things, not so overly observing to what she feels inside. That sharp feeling would not leave here and she couldn't stop thinking of the underlying fear if she had misunderstood where their relationship stod.

Looking back she saw Daryl and Rick exchange a look, it made her stop petting the foul in the outside horse stable. As they start leaving she felt her chest tighten at the thought of him not being near,

“Daryl.”

“You’ll be fine,” Daryl reassured. “I’ll see you at the house.”

She watched them go with worried eyes. It was just her, Carl and Judith now. The others had gone back to their assigned work and Carl was in charge of taking care of his little sister that was babbling in his arms.

Carl showed her to the house they had been assigned to, it seemed that everyone had their own place as well along the street all next to one another. They accompanied her for a while until it was time for them to leave, and she found herself alone in the house that seemed way too big and way too quiet for her comfort, even if she had never found that a problem before, but everything was different now.

Her time waiting for Daryl was spent reflecting and clearing her worried mind in the shower, and as her thoughts came to place and she found herself in the decision to tell him the truth or maybe it was Florence doing? But she knew she couldn't wait any longer, he deserved to know even though it still scared her to death. Standing by the window, watching the snow falling until there was nock on the bedroom door,

“Hey, It’s me,” his familiar voice spoke, it made her nervous knowing it would be now she was gonna have to tell him what she had hidden for so long.

Taking a breath of courage she welcomed him and asked. “Did everything go well with Rick?” Daryl stands in the middle of the rome, his awkward stans not going unnoticed in her eyes. “You were gone so long I thought something had happened.”

She could feel his eyes struggling to meet hers and before he could finish what he planned to say she cut him off, her stomach sinking and her heart tightens in knowing..Because after all she knew it was coming eventually, how couldn't it when it had happened to her before?

“Listen, um–

“You're leaving me, aren't you?”

“It ain’t like that,” Daryl denies. “I made this decision for your own good. You’ll be way better off with Rick. He knows the area better than I do and-

“Do you even care about me?” She found herself questioning as her heart began to break. “Did you ever?”

“Of course, I care,” Daryl insisted - his face angry but his eyes almost overflowing with emotion, betraying his strong exterior.

Her eyes burned as she locked eyes with him.

“If you're trying to protect me, stay,” her voice shook with emotion. “Don't leave..only bad things happen when you're gone.”

“Stop,” he warned as if her words cut too deep for his comfort.

Tears started flowing down her face, her hands shaking where she grabbed onto the edge of the oversized t-shirt she wore. Stepping close, desperate for him to take down the emotional wall he had putt between them, she pleaded,

“Daryl, you're breaking my heart. I don’t know Rick like I know you. I love you.”

But her words would not go true to him, leaving her feeling helpless as the anxiety spiked in her chest.

“That’s enuff,” he warned, harshly.

Julia felt like she had been struck, her eyes widening as Daryl’s gaze dropped to the floor, furrowing his brows before he looked at her again.

“Hell come get you at dawn,” Daryl continued in a cutting way, slicing the words down, each one tearing her heart into pieces. “you're going with him and that’s the end of it.” and all in the same time she felt so confused, not really understanding how it had turned to this.

Without another word, Daryl angrily storms out the door, and she knew it was over. Their relationship ends with him slamming the door shut as she just stood there staring in disbelief. She didn't know what to do.

It felt like someone had died, like a huge hole had been punched true her chest, her heart beating even though it felt like it would give up. The bed wasn't to any comfort, it was terribly cold with out him.

Drained and exhausted she felt herself in the pain almost turning her numb as the ache in her chest comes and goes like pulses of blood behind a bruise, strainchely lurching and dragging, but somehow it lulls her into sleep.

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