#qotu snippets

[dixons-sunshine]

The Hawkins woman could barely breathe. There, in front of her, lay the lifeless, mutilated body of Abraham Ford. Her friend. Her family. And trapezing around his body, Negan laughed about it like it was some joke. Like taking the life of a man was comparable to laughing with his buddies over a beer and a football game. He was taunting Rosita about killing the man she cared for deeply, like he’d merely just pulled some elaborate prank and she was overreacting. How could anyone be so cruel? So ruthless?

Her chocolate-like eyes slowly and hesitantly trailed over to her left, meeting those beautiful blue ones of her partner. Through the tears, she could see this look of pure anger, of pure hatred. It’s a look she’d only ever seen once before. And some part of her knew something was going to happen. She had that feeling deep in her gut.

She just wished she had acted on that feeling. She could have attempted to stop the next series of events from happening.

But it was too late.

Georgie belongs to me. Although not mentioned here, Vec belongs to @dixonsdarkelf.

Council members (aka QOTU readers): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @weirdoneattheparty @holdmytesseract @negansbestie @ffsjustletmesleep @imadisneyprincessiswear

You can hit up either me or Taylor to be added to/removed from the taglist, or to let us know you just want to be tagged in actual fics!

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Krys Rambles: So we have decided to write little snippets of upcoming chapters and ideas and share them with you all! I hope y’all liked this 💜

[dixonsdarkelf]

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Vec’s legs moved at their own will, carrying her down the hall at a speed she would never be able to achieve on her own. The sound of her boots pounding the pavement echoed off the walls of West Georgia Correctional as she navigated her way toward Cell Block C, frantically trying to find the woman she called “Gin.” And as luck would have it, all she needed to do was round one more corner.

Georgie was returning to her cell, likely from the bathroom, given the towel in her hand. Vec didn’t know, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. This was no time to be asking questions.

The Hawkins woman picked her head up at the sound, half-expecting to see a group running in her direction with how loud it was. As her gaze met her best friend’s, her smile quickly faded, the look on her face conveying that whatever she was rushing to Georgie for was urgent. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long; though, as Vec’s words were flying off her tongue before Georgie could think to open her mouth.

“Gin, you need to come with me right now,” she demanded, panting through her words as she brought herself to a stop outside the cell. At the speed she’d been traveling, even Vec was surprised at her ability to slow herself to a stop without crashing.

Georgie nodded, already beginning to make her way inside her cell. “Of course. Give me just a minute to—“

Before she could finish with “put this towel down,” she was cut off, both by Vec grabbing her arm, ready to drag her away, and by her words. “Oh that’s funny. You think this can wait.” She began to pull Georgie behind her, the towel that was previously in her arms falling to the dirty concrete floor with a soft thud. “C’mon.”

She knew she was being more persistent than usual, but the circumstances called for it. There was no time to waste.

“Dia, slow down. What is going on?” Georgie pleaded, her bestie dragging her down hallway after hallway.

“We have a problem,” Vec explained. Her tone was desperate, almost panicked. Maybe cusping on the edge of frightened, but Georgie couldn’t be sure. The sound of their feet nearly drowned out their conversation.

“I figured as much,” Georgie replied, “what kind of problem?”

She ended their conversation with two simple words. “You’ll see.”

Pulling the teacher out into the afternoon Georgia heat, Vec directed her attention toward the front gate. They’d barely gotten outside before she started rattling off instructions. “Look.”

She took a moment to gain her footing as Vec released her, balancing against the railing in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Georgie peered out into the field before them. From their spot against the building, she saw Rick returning from his afternoon run. And he wasn’t alone. “Okay…so Rick’s got—“

“No, Gin,” the doctor interjected, crossing her arms over her chest, “I need you to really look.”

With a sigh, she squinted in an attempt to get a better look at them. After a few seconds, their familiar features became more clear, sending Georgie’s heart plummeting into her already-churning stomach. Now, she understood why this was so urgent. Why her best friend was moving faster than an Olympic sprinter through the prison to find her.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

We’re trying something new where we post little snippets of future fics while we’re between chapters. If you only want to be tagged in fics, please let us know.

Vec belongs to me, Georgie belongs to @dixons-sunshine

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract

QOTU taglist (aka The Council): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @ffsjustletmesleep @weirdoneattheparty @imadisneyprincessiswear

You can hit up either myself or Krys to be added to or removed from the taglist 🖤

Banner was made by me, divider and ©️ message below were made by Krys

[dixonsdarkelf]

Rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have wips - people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by @angelsanarchy 🖤 Thank you babe

My current WIPs (idk if I’m doing this right, plz forgive me):

This one has no title yet, but it’s Judas (like Norman Reedus’ Judas) & Reader

You’re An Amateur (but baby, I’m a Pro): Daryl Dixon & Reader

This also doesn’t have a title or file name lol: Murphy MacManus & Reader

Two Is Better Than One: part of the QOTU (Quarters of the Undead) AU with @dixons-sunshine

It’s Me, You Dingus: also part of the QOTU AU

Hop On, Cowgirl: yet another part of the QOTU AU

No title for this one either but there’s smut: more QOTU content lmao

And finally ANOTHER one with no title but ALSO more smut lmao: QOTU content once again because it had consumed me

Tagging the homies:

@angelwings-crossbowstrings @dixons-sunshine @holdmytesseract @francisofthespook @daryltwdixon @shadowcitrine @ffsjustletmesleep @stellar-waves @janiehellion & anyone else who would like to do this 🖤

[dixonsdarkelf]

I know every single detail of this whole thing and even I am still not prepared for it…

The Hawkins woman could barely breathe. There, in front of her, lay the lifeless, mutilated body of Abraham Ford. Her friend. Her family. And trapezing around his body, Negan laughed about it like it was some joke. Like taking the life of a man was comparable to laughing with his buddies over a beer and a football game. He was taunting Rosita about killing the man she cared for deeply, like he’d merely just pulled some elaborate prank and she was overreacting. How could anyone be so cruel? So ruthless?

Her chocolate-like eyes slowly and hesitantly trailed over to her left, meeting those beautiful blue ones of her partner. Through the tears, she could see this look of pure anger, of pure hatred. It’s a look she’d only ever seen once before. And some part of her knew something was going to happen. She had that feeling deep in her gut.

She just wished she had acted on that feeling. She could have attempted to stop the next series of events from happening.

But it was too late.

Georgie belongs to me. Although not mentioned here, Vec belongs to @dixonsdarkelf.

Council members (aka QOTU readers): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @weirdoneattheparty @holdmytesseract @negansbestie @ffsjustletmesleep @imadisneyprincessiswear

You can hit up either me or Taylor to be added to/removed from the taglist, or to let us know you just want to be tagged in actual fics!

“Sneak peak” banner made by Taylor, © banner and divider made by me.

Krys Rambles: So we have decided to write little snippets of upcoming chapters and ideas and share them with you all! I hope y’all liked this 💜

[holdmytesseract]

Ahhhh 😭 I'm gonna cry my heart out reading this. I just know it. 😭

The Hawkins woman could barely breathe. There, in front of her, lay the lifeless, mutilated body of Abraham Ford. Her friend. Her family. And trapezing around his body, Negan laughed about it like it was some joke. Like taking the life of a man was comparable to laughing with his buddies over a beer and a football game. He was taunting Rosita about killing the man she cared for deeply, like he’d merely just pulled some elaborate prank and she was overreacting. How could anyone be so cruel? So ruthless?

Her chocolate-like eyes slowly and hesitantly trailed over to her left, meeting those beautiful blue ones of her partner. Through the tears, she could see this look of pure anger, of pure hatred. It’s a look she’d only ever seen once before. And some part of her knew something was going to happen. She had that feeling deep in her gut.

She just wished she had acted on that feeling. She could have attempted to stop the next series of events from happening.

But it was too late.

Georgie belongs to me. Although not mentioned here, Vec belongs to @dixonsdarkelf.

Council members (aka QOTU readers): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @weirdoneattheparty @holdmytesseract @negansbestie @ffsjustletmesleep @imadisneyprincessiswear

You can hit up either me or Taylor to be added to/removed from the taglist, or to let us know you just want to be tagged in actual fics!

“Sneak peak” banner made by Taylor, © banner and divider made by me.

Krys Rambles: So we have decided to write little snippets of upcoming chapters and ideas and share them with you all! I hope y’all liked this 💜

[holdmytesseract]

Uh.Oh... This doesn't sound good... Who did Rick find??? 😱

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Vec’s legs moved at their own will, carrying her down the hall at a speed she would never be able to achieve on her own. The sound of her boots pounding the pavement echoed off the walls of West Georgia Correctional as she navigated her way toward Cell Block C, frantically trying to find the woman she called “Gin.” And as luck would have it, all she needed to do was round one more corner.

Georgie was returning to her cell, likely from the bathroom, given the towel in her hand. Vec didn’t know, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. This was no time to be asking questions.

The Hawkins woman picked her head up at the sound, half-expecting to see a group running in her direction with how loud it was. As her gaze met her best friend’s, her smile quickly faded, the look on her face conveying that whatever she was rushing to Georgie for was urgent. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long; though, as Vec’s words were flying off her tongue before Georgie could think to open her mouth.

“Gin, you need to come with me right now,” she demanded, panting through her words as she brought herself to a stop outside the cell. At the speed she’d been traveling, even Vec was surprised at her ability to slow herself to a stop without crashing.

Georgie nodded, already beginning to make her way inside her cell. “Of course. Give me just a minute to—“

Before she could finish with “put this towel down,” she was cut off, both by Vec grabbing her arm, ready to drag her away, and by her words. “Oh that’s funny. You think this can wait.” She began to pull Georgie behind her, the towel that was previously in her arms falling to the dirty concrete floor with a soft thud. “C’mon.”

She knew she was being more persistent than usual, but the circumstances called for it. There was no time to waste.

“Dia, slow down. What is going on?” Georgie pleaded, her bestie dragging her down hallway after hallway.

“We have a problem,” Vec explained. Her tone was desperate, almost panicked. Maybe cusping on the edge of frightened, but Georgie couldn’t be sure. The sound of their feet nearly drowned out their conversation.

“I figured as much,” Georgie replied, “what kind of problem?”

She ended their conversation with two simple words. “You’ll see.”

Pulling the teacher out into the afternoon Georgia heat, Vec directed her attention toward the front gate. They’d barely gotten outside before she started rattling off instructions. “Look.”

She took a moment to gain her footing as Vec released her, balancing against the railing in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Georgie peered out into the field before them. From their spot against the building, she saw Rick returning from his afternoon run. And he wasn’t alone. “Okay…so Rick’s got—“

“No, Gin,” the doctor interjected, crossing her arms over her chest, “I need you to really look.”

With a sigh, she squinted in an attempt to get a better look at them. After a few seconds, their familiar features became more clear, sending Georgie’s heart plummeting into her already-churning stomach. Now, she understood why this was so urgent. Why her best friend was moving faster than an Olympic sprinter through the prison to find her.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

We’re trying something new where we post little snippets of future fics while we’re between chapters. If you only want to be tagged in fics, please let us know.

Vec belongs to me, Georgie belongs to @dixons-sunshine

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract

QOTU taglist (aka The Council): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @ffsjustletmesleep @weirdoneattheparty @imadisneyprincessiswear

You can hit up either myself or Krys to be added to or removed from the taglist 🖤

Banner was made by me, divider and ©️ message below were made by Krys

[dixons-sunshine]

Oh, gee. I wonder who they saw? I have no idea 👀

But seriously. If Vec wouldn’t even let Georgie put her towel away, you know something’s up lol

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Vec’s legs moved at their own will, carrying her down the hall at a speed she would never be able to achieve on her own. The sound of her boots pounding the pavement echoed off the walls of West Georgia Correctional as she navigated her way toward Cell Block C, frantically trying to find the woman she called “Gin.” And as luck would have it, all she needed to do was round one more corner.

Georgie was returning to her cell, likely from the bathroom, given the towel in her hand. Vec didn’t know, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. This was no time to be asking questions.

The Hawkins woman picked her head up at the sound, half-expecting to see a group running in her direction with how loud it was. As her gaze met her best friend’s, her smile quickly faded, the look on her face conveying that whatever she was rushing to Georgie for was urgent. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long; though, as Vec’s words were flying off her tongue before Georgie could think to open her mouth.

“Gin, you need to come with me right now,” she demanded, panting through her words as she brought herself to a stop outside the cell. At the speed she’d been traveling, even Vec was surprised at her ability to slow herself to a stop without crashing.

Georgie nodded, already beginning to make her way inside her cell. “Of course. Give me just a minute to—“

Before she could finish with “put this towel down,” she was cut off, both by Vec grabbing her arm, ready to drag her away, and by her words. “Oh that’s funny. You think this can wait.” She began to pull Georgie behind her, the towel that was previously in her arms falling to the dirty concrete floor with a soft thud. “C’mon.”

She knew she was being more persistent than usual, but the circumstances called for it. There was no time to waste.

“Dia, slow down. What is going on?” Georgie pleaded, her bestie dragging her down hallway after hallway.

“We have a problem,” Vec explained. Her tone was desperate, almost panicked. Maybe cusping on the edge of frightened, but Georgie couldn’t be sure. The sound of their feet nearly drowned out their conversation.

“I figured as much,” Georgie replied, “what kind of problem?”

She ended their conversation with two simple words. “You’ll see.”

Pulling the teacher out into the afternoon Georgia heat, Vec directed her attention toward the front gate. They’d barely gotten outside before she started rattling off instructions. “Look.”

She took a moment to gain her footing as Vec released her, balancing against the railing in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Georgie peered out into the field before them. From their spot against the building, she saw Rick returning from his afternoon run. And he wasn’t alone. “Okay…so Rick’s got—“

“No, Gin,” the doctor interjected, crossing her arms over her chest, “I need you to really look.”

With a sigh, she squinted in an attempt to get a better look at them. After a few seconds, their familiar features became more clear, sending Georgie’s heart plummeting into her already-churning stomach. Now, she understood why this was so urgent. Why her best friend was moving faster than an Olympic sprinter through the prison to find her.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Vec belongs to me, Georgie belongs to @dixons-sunshine

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract

QOTU taglist (aka The Council): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @ffsjustletmesleep @weirdoneattheparty @imadisneyprincessiswear

You can hit up either myself or Krys to be added to or removed from the taglist. If you only want to be tagged in fics, please let us know.

Banner was made by me, divider and ©️ message below were made by Krys