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Wild Iris, overgrown

oc file / the walking dead / iris grimes

doomsday (glenn rhee) on wattpad / ao3

“when stars burn, the world collapses, and we watch the dying light”

Iris Grimes never thought that the end of the world would suit her well. In fact, she has spent her entire life trying to be as ordinary as possible. At twenty two years old, she has already settled in her job managing a small independent seamstress store and she wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. She has grown used to the routine of life: going to work, going home, taking care of her nephew once a week. It is simple but it is safe, and that is exactly how Iris likes it.

Maybe the one true purpose to living is to die.

Her life falls apart within a matter of days. On the graveyard shift, just closing up for the night, something that she had done a thousand times in the past without trouble. The knowledge of her brother's coma lying restlessly in her mind was just enough to distract her from the sound of the dead rising outside.

Her first kill followed ten minutes later.

Iris lived her life terrified of taking risks, but as soon as the doors fly open to reveal a young pizza delivery driver yelling at her to follow, she doesn't even think before taking his hand and letting him guide her to freedom. Together, they found more than solace. A small group of survivors. A group that grew, that shrunk, that suffered losses, gains, that triumphed, that fell. It was a family, a true family.

Iris was always terrified of taking risks, but as it turns out, loving Glenn Rhee is the biggest risk of all.

IRIS GRIMES X GLENN RHEE

for we are both doomed.

Tags: Friends to lovers, Major Character Death, Canon Typical Violence, Pregnancy, Tragic Siblings, Adopted Children, Canon Compliant To A Degree, Protective Glenn Rhee, Multiple Ocs, Long Chapters

Note: Iris and her fic has my entire heart, it is the most important project that I have ever worked on. Her character is so important to me and so is her relationship with Glenn. I recommend that you read on Wattpad for full effect and graphics.

Timeline: Season One to Season Eleven

MUSIC IS THE HEART OF THE SOUL

“Can't not think of all the cost

And the things that will be lost

Oh, can we just get a pause?

To be certain we'll be tall again

Whether weather be the frost

Or the violence of the dog days

I'm on waves, out being tossed

Is there a line that I could just go cross?”

― evermore

SIDE A

anything, adrianne lenker

iris, the goo goo dolls

ever seen, beabadobee

ocean eyes, billie eilish

sailor song, gigi perez

doomsday, lizzie mcalphine

the view between villages, noah kahan

the blue, gracie abrams

SIDE B

weather, novo amor

fearless, taylor swift

wasteland baby, hozier

everywhere, everything, noah kahan

safe and sound, taylor swift

someone to stay, vancouver sleep clinic

family tree, ethel cain

die with a smile, lady gaga

SIDE C

not a lot, just forever, adrianne lenker

i told you things, gracie abrams

evermore, taylor swift

i know the end, phoebe bridgers

loml, taylor swift

sun bleached flies, ethel cain

robin, taylor swift

who's afraid of little old me, taylor swift

SIDE D

we hug now, sydney rose

cool, gracie abrams

a house in nebraska, ethel cain

motion sickness, phoebe bridgers

the night we met, lord huron

can't catch me now, olivia rodrigo

moon song, phoebe bridgers

rockland, gracie abrams

Thank you for reading my introduction on Iris Grimes. For more please read Doomsday.

© bairdsrhee, 2025

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spent all last night listening to ethel cain and thinking about the religious trauma that iris has

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HII tumblr finally working 🦵

HIII

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glenn rhee has two sisters, one seven years older and one five. as a child he was very attached to them, his protector and his best friend. april and hazel. after the apocalypse, he'll never know what happened to them, but he does find them again in rosita and tara.

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what if i cry

in another life, she was auntie maysilee

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NO CAPITOL, NO HANGING TREE!

NO CAPITOL, NO REAPING!

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So we had a terrible movie about "A Series of unfortunate events" and then an amazing tv show.

Then we had a terrible movie about "His dark materials" and now an amazing tv show.

We have a terrible movie about "Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children" so I'm waiting for an amazing tv show. Where is it?

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just rewatched the outpost scenes and oh i'm going to cry at how affected glenn is by all of it. the shiver after taking the first one out. and yet he still manages to find the strength to keep going. he's such an angel and he deserved better.

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So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart, say whatever you feel, be wherever you are, we ain't angry at you, love, you're the greatest thing we've lost.

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me: i wanna talk about my ocs

someone: ok tell me about your ocs

me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them

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Like All-Fire

Haymitch x Lenore Dove

haymitch sneaks away to visit lenore dove in the woods

word count: 2934

pre-canon oneshot

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Lenore Dove was running through the meadow with an untamed liberty, her reddish brown hair flying behind her as if it had a mind of its own, throwing her hands out to her sides so that she could feel the wind through her fingers. She was wearing a long skirt that reached her ankles, but she had hoisted up the many layers of fabric to make it easier for her to move, refusing to be restricted by the tight corset wrapped around her torso. Haymitch was certain that he had never seen Lenore Dove without one of her pretty dresses on ― for women of the Covey, wearing the handmade clothes passed down from generation to generation was a huge honour.

The meadow was her safe space, just as it had very quickly become his. His ma kept him busy with chores and errands most days, but as often as he could he would rush down to the meadow to spend as much time as he could with Lenore Dove. She had a way of pulling you in, of making you feel like the only person in the entire world as long as her shining green eyes rested on you. If he was lucky, Haymitch could sometimes convince her to take him out to the very edges of District 12 where she would sing songs to him. Lenore Dove would only ever sing in places she couldn't be heard: save for her family and the Mockingjays that lived above them in the trees. And of course, him.

He knew that he most likely had that look in his eyes that Burdock would endlessly tease him about as he watches her run through the flowers, but no one was here to see him apart from her. Lenore Dove would always be the one person he wasn't afraid to show everything he felt around. She would get a look in her eyes too if she noticed; they would soften and glisten over and she would take his hand and her plump lips would kiss his and everything would feel better.

When he was with Lenore Dove, Haymitch felt unstoppable.

She was giggling by the time she finally stopped spinning around, finding him staring at her and looking up in surprise. She wasn't expecting him, not this early in the day, but Haymitch had managed to convince Burdock to finish up the last of his chores so that he could sneak away and see Lenore Dove. He would repay the favour soon, when Burdock inevitably wanted to go and see Asterid March and get a little more than a healing balm from her.

“You're here!” Lenore Dove says, and the enthusiasm in her voice makes his head spin so hard that he almost forgets to reply.

He shrugs, faking nonchalance. “I wanted to see you.”

Lenore Dove smiles, that same smile that slowly brightens her entire face, illuminating her freckles like they were stars in the sky. “Is that right?”

“Mhm.”

Before he knew it, Haymitch was kissing her.

Lenore Dove just had that effect on him. She had that effect on anyone that knew her, though Haymitch was glad that he didn't have to fight anyone else for her affections. No, Lenore Dove only had eyes for him, even if he had no idea why. Other people were just as entranced by Lenore Dove, just in different ways. She brought out Burdock’s spark, he always left visits to the meadow with a higher spirit and an urge to sing the songs of his ancestors. She was the darling of her two uncles, Tam Amber and Clark Cermine, who had taken her in and raised her as their own. It wasn't often that Lenore Dove wandered into town, but when she did it was a sight to see. Her sweet voice and bright clothing brought a lot of eyes her way. Sid adored her, clamouring to go with him to the meadow to visit Lenore Dove and her gaggle of geese even when Haymitch desperately wanted to spend what precious time he had with her alone. Even his ma got a strange smile on her face when he spoke about her.

The only people that seemed immune to Lenore Dove’s charm were the Peacekeepers, but that certainly didn't stop her from partaking in her own quiet rebellion against the Capitol.

Lenore Dove tasted like berries and wildflowers just like she always did, and Haymitch could tell that she had been in the meadow for a couple of hours. Everything about her was intoxicating, even though he barely knew the taste of a drink, opting to sell on his bottles from Hattie for quick cash. Her lips were painted a beautiful shade of coral that made her olive skin look even more radiant, and he was positive he’d be walking home tonight with it stained over his face. Colour was one of the main ways Lenore Dove silently rebelled, using the arts that she was raised with to show the Peacekeepers that she wouldn't back down from her own heritage no matter how many times they arrested her for it.

When he came up for air, her lipstick was smudged but just as vibrant. He can't help but tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, inciting a soft sigh from her lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

Lenore Dove shakes her head and plays with her fingers. His eyes were drawn to her ring finger, picturing the day he would be able to slide the most beautiful ring he could afford onto it. “So you've said.”

Maybe he could ask Tam Amber to make him a golden ring that Lenore Dove would feel proud to wear every day. At the very least Tam Amber was a little more tolerating of him than Clerk Carmine was, so maybe he could get the older man to agree.

“And I’ll keep saying it.” Haymitch replies, lacing his fingers with hers. It was true, he would speak of her beauty until his voice was hoarse and cracked, and it still wouldn't be enough. “I love you like all-fire, remember?”

“I love you like all-fire too.” Lenore Dove whispers back, her voice taking on a much more serious edge. All-fire was Covey talk, but it belonged to the two of them all the same. Their love would burn longer than eternity, an all consuming fire that could never be blown out. Haymitch felt the all-fire all around. In the breeze that swept through the meadow. In the songs that the Mockingjays echoed in and out of the trees. In the bustle of footsteps through the market as the people of the Seam went about their day. He felt it strongest around Lenore Dove, for she was the heart and soul of his all-fire, her pull guiding him home no matter where she was.

Haymitch could barely remember a time before Lenore Dove had come into his life. They were only ten years old, not even old enough to have their names put in the reaping bowl, but that didn't mean he was any less in love. People in District 12 tended to marry young, usually to celebrate aging out of the reaping but also because the constant threat of the mines looming over their heads meant that their lives could be taken at any time. It was yet another reminder of what the Capitol could take from them. Our lives for their entertainment. Our lives to warm their homes.

People in District 12 got married young, but Haymich was sure he was the only person in his year that was seriously trying to pool as much money as he could into buying a ring for his girl. When he went to sleep at night, it was with dreams of the children they would one day have together. At least one boy and one girl, all with Covey names and all-fire in their hearts, in a world where the sun would never rise on the reaping again.

“What are you thinking about?” Lenore Dove tilts her head, the angelic tones of her voice pulling Haymitch out of his thoughts.

He smiles, allowing a blush to rise on his cheeks. “What I’m always thinking about. Us. In the future when we don't have to worry about the Peacekeepers anymore.”

It was wishful thinking, but it didn't make a lick of difference to Lenore Dove. Her eyes brighten anyway, specks of gold seeping through the green as if on fire. She lets go of his hand, her long skirt that she had handmade herself with the old dresses of her Covey ancestors twirling around her legs with a mind of its own.

“When we get married, I want it to be just us.” Lenore Dove decides, her eyes trained on the treeline above them. She seems to hesitate, screwing her features together in thought. “And Willamae and Cid. Tam Amber and Clerk Carmine, if he’ll accept it. And all of my geese. We could do it deep in the woods where no one will find us.”

Haymitch smiles. It was just like this with Lenore Dove; things just fell into place when he was around her. Of course they would have their wedding in the woods surrounded by the geese that she adored. It was just as tangible as the flowers that grew all around them in the meadow. His ma would chuckle if she saw them as they were now, staring at one another like no one else in the world existed. Haymitch could hear her voice in his head now.

You're just like your Pa, Haymitch. Sweeping your girl off her feet before you even age out of the reaping. Try not to grow up so fast, you’ll miss the simplicities of young life.

“Soon, darling.” Haymitch found himself whispering. He leans his forehead against hers, having to lean down considerably due to their height difference. “I’ll make all your wishes come true.”

There was a moment that he could remember as clear as day when he knew Lenore Dove was the one for him. At ten years old, he knew that Lenore Dove would be in his life for a very long time, but it wasn't until the afternoon of his twelfth birthday that he finally understood what that truly meant. The two of them had managed to make it through their first reaping unscathed, which was thankfully the case for the entire class of twelve year olds in District 12 that year. Haymitch’s name had been in that reaping bowl four times, once because he had to and three more times in exchange for tesserae for his family, but it was nothing compared to the thirty or forty times some of the eighteen year olds had their names in the draw. Even so, he felt nothing but relief.

The mood in the town square was always somber after the two tributes were carted away, but the families of the many kids who had survived yet another year of reaping would have their own quiet celebrations in their home once the sun fell. Haymitch had his own birthday meal with his Ma and Sid to look forward to ― the two of them tried very hard to make it special in an attempt to make up for how he was forced to spend his morning, but before going home he had snuck into the meadow to catch up with Lenore Dove.

She had crashed into him the moment that he crossed the de-electrified fence into the meadow, so hard that he made a surprised oomf as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her words left her mouth in rapid succession, hardly stopping to breathe. “Happy birthday, Haymitch! Oh my- we made it! We made it and it's your birthday.”

He remembered how he had buried his face in her soft smelling hair and allowed himself to fully feel the weight that had been crashing down on him. If he had been chosen today, what would've become of Sid and his ma? At just twelve years old, he already felt like he had the entire world to answer for, but it all melted away the second he was in the comfort of her embrace. “We made it.”

Lenore Dove had taken note of his forlorn expression and the frown that followed was enough to make Haymitch’s heart skip a beat. “It’s your birthday. We’re not allowed to be sad, the Peacekeepers can't take that from us. Come on.”

He was so entranced that he allowed Lenore Dove to drag him all the way to the woods, near to where her mother was buried. She had only just started raising her geese, and they were all gathered around a patchwork picnic blanket that had a beautifully woven basket sitting readily on top. Her smile lit up the moment that he saw it, unable to contain her joy at managing to pull it off. Their feast was as magnificent as you could make it in District 12, full of wild berries and even some freshly baked bread. To this day, he had no idea how she pulled it off.

“You're incredible.” Haymitch had whispered hours later, as her head rested on his lap, her soft hair tickling his bare legs. “I don't know how you do it.”

She had shrugged her shoulders then, her green eyes pouring into his own. “Love is the most important thing in the world. And I’m gonna fight like all-fire for the right to keep loving.”

“I love you like all-fire.” Haymitch had replied to her. The words had slipped out, a hint of red brushing over his cheeks when her body stilled in his lap.

But Lenore Dove had grinned wildly, her long hair trailing down her back as she sat up straighter. “I love you like all-fire too, Haymitch.”

That's when Haymitch knew he was going to marry Lenore Dove.

Three reapings had passed since that day, and the feeling only got stronger. No matter what happened, he always had Lenore Dove right by his side. She was beautiful and so smart and curious, pouring her heart and soul into everything that she did. Her songs, her rebellion, her geese. Lenore Dove. Her colour. Her bird. Her name.

Haymitch loved Lenore Dove with every fibre of his being.

Like all-fire.

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Lenore Dove’s Moodboard

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And then the miracle happens. The sun comes up again.

You have no room in your dreams for regrets (you have no idea)

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“We're the ones who lived.”

Doomsday - Glenn Rhee

Long Fic, OC Centric, Ongoing

Wattpad / Ao3

Iris Grimes never liked to leave things to chance.

She has spent her entire life at a stalemate with herself, nothing secure, nothing definitive. An older brother but enough of an age difference that she was practically raised as an only child, on honour roll but with no dreams to further her education, but instead the simple life that a small job could provide.

Maybe the one true purpose to living is to die.

Iris was always terrified of taking risks, but as it turns out, loving Glenn Rhee is the biggest risk of all.

Erase Me - Glenn Rhee

Long Fic, OC Centric, Ongoing

Wattpad / Ao3

Delilah Dixon was unwanted. She wasn't certain that any of the three Dixon children were ever truly wanted. Merle and Daryl had their fair share of torment from their father, though she had only heard that from stories when her half-brothers were around, with became rarer as she aged. She took it as fact that her father preferred his sons. How could he not? They were the product of his marriage, boys that he could bond with and teach to hunt, to track, to use crossbows. His patience was as short as a fuse, exploding in a million different ways that Delilah just couldn't protect herself from. When the dead rose up and started to target the living, Delilah was terrified, watching as her neighbours were torn apart piece by piece only to stand right back up like nothing had happened. In fact, she had never felt so free. The apocalypse just happened was one of the best things that had ever happened to Delilah. It took the end of the world for Delilah Dixon to realise that she didn't know what it was like to truly be loved, but Glenn Rhee was determined to show her just how special love could be.

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“The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.”

Till my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns.

Multi-Part, Haydove, Ongoing

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A series of moments that Haymitch saw Lenore Dove's ghost until the day he finally felt forgiven

Like All-Fire

Oneshot, Haydove, Complete

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Haymitch sneaks away to meet Lenore Dove in the woods.

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Iris Grimes

Introduction

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for one awful, horrible moment when haymitch ran across the meadow to reunite with lenore dove, i expected for her to not recognise him. for his punishment to have been a particularly cruel kind of hijacking in which the love of his life was ripped away from him not in death but in memory—her fate to forget and his to never be able to as long as they both resided in district twelve

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lenore dove marched to the justice square to play her banned songs. do you think deep down she wanted to be arrested just so she would be shielded from the horrifying screens? do you think lenore dove was so afraid of seeing haymitch die that she couldn't bare to watch?