midnight0bubbles

[midnight0bubbles]

First off, I'm so happy that I discovered your account!! I would absolutely love to read some fluff with Negan. Despite the context of the episode, I've always enjoyed the scene in season 7, episode 8 where he cooks spaghetti. Maybe this piece could have a cooking element. I've found it so hard to find good fluff pieces for Negan, so I cannot wait to see what you create. I'm having to use my primary blog to create this, but I'd appreciate it if you tagged my TWD writing blog @twd-bee3 so I can see that this was posted. Thank you!!!

Aww thank you so much for requesting! I was quite nervous to start writing for a show I hadn't touched on much before so I'm glad you've been able to enjoy my writing! :))

(Added parts from my original plan since they work together)

𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 (𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸)

𝒩𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

ʚ୨ৎɞ Fluff, swearing, set in season 7, holds references to s7e8 but not set in Alexandria, Negan doesn't have like 10 wives, kinda just really silly, Negan is his own warning ʚ୨ৎɞ 1.4k words (might add more later, just ran out of ideas for the moment) ʚ୨ৎɞ Requests open! ʚ୨ৎɞ Masterlist!

ʚ୨ৎɞ @twd-bee3

The feeling of sticky dough clinging to your outstretched fingers gave you a sense of normalcy despite the fall of the world. The flour that clung to the cloth wrapped around your waist was highlighted against the black material, creating a mess you’d inevitably have to clean up sooner than later, yet you remained focused on the comforting atmosphere. Soft humming filled the kitchen, the man behind you stirring the pot of sauce you had spent a while helping to prepare. 

The leather jacket that normally adored his figure was discarded across the back of a chair in the far corner of the room, leaving him in a fitting white tee shirt covered by the stiff material of his pale apron. His free hand absentmindedly wiped against the cloth over his thigh, wiping off the thin sheen of sweat that collected over his palm from sitting over the stovetop. The orange tinted sauce swirled with the movements of the wooden spoon, bubbling gently at the edges. 

Your hands kept kneading against the dough, feeling it become more tacky under your movements as it began to come together. The sound of shuffling behind you was followed by Negan obnoxiously smacking his lips, the footsteps reaching your side as he slipped into the corner of your vision. His hip rested against the bench as he leaned against the countertop beside you, hovering the spoon containing the rich sauce in front of you. Your eyes finally left your hands, turning your head to face him as he flashed a cocky grin. 

His hand moved closer to your face, pushing the side of the spoon against your bottom lip. You let him hold the spoon for you, taking a sip of the savoury liquid that flooded your taste buds. As you pulled away he took the spoon towards himself again, having the remaining liquid before leaning away and placing it against the metal stovetop. He stood expectantly beside you, tapping his fingertips beside the board that supported the dough you still worked on, waiting for you to complement his favourite dish. 

“Could use some more flavour, did you remember the wine this time?” His smug expression fell, almost something akin to that of a kicked puppy for a moment before he turned back to the stove, scoffing as your halfhearted jab. Pleased with yourself, a soft chuckle escaped under your breath as you moved the dough to the oiled bowl you set out, covering it carefully and pushing it away to proof. You could hear how the spoon returned to his grasp, tapping against the metal of the pot as he shook off the residue, small leaves of rosemary falling into the sauce. 

“Yea I added the damn wine” He mocked your tone as he motioned towards you with the spoon, grumbling faintly. You watched him pause momentarily before perking back up, spinning to continue stirring the pot as he began speaking again, starting on a completely new topic, “You remember that damn kid who broke into the sanctuary, the fuckin’ one eyed wonder boy. Made him some of this after bringing him back safe n’ sound to Rick the prick.”

“Goin’ soft in your old age huh? He does seem like a sweet kid though, feel bad he has to go through this shit the world has come to.” You were almost shocked for a moment before remembering the man's soft spot for children, something from the past he tended to avoid mentioning to you. You were glad though, having grown a liking towards the teenager despite your rough first meeting with him holding you at gunpoint “Anythin’ else happen that day? You were gone longer than usual.” 

“Met the little angel, such a sweetheart truly.” He chose to ignore the first part of your reply, simply rolling his eyes before continuing his story with a clear tenderness. “Almost swept her right up and brought her back here, probably would have if not for that jackass interrupting our lovely meal.” 

You couldn’t decipher his words, unable to register if he meant them as a joke or if he was really set on kidnapping the toddler he grew fond of in the few hours of interaction. Your gaze bore into the back of his head as you crossed your arms over your chest, watching as he continued focusing on the thickening sauce, stirring constantly at the mixture. “You do realise you can’t just take a child, right?”

“C’mon I mean I’d be willin’ to take the future serial killer too, he’d stop trying to kill me eventually. We could have a nice little family of four.” His voice held no hint of hesitation, completely confident in his words of plotting as if he had previously planned the whole thing out. 

“Darlin’, you can’t just take them. They already have a father.” You shook your head in disbelief, leaning against the cool marble of the countertop. He stopped his movements, placing the spoon down on the stovetop. Turning away and stepping closer to you, his arms found their way around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. You could feel him begin to sway gently, taking you with him as he smirked to himself. 

“Y’know I could sort that out if it’s your only worry. I mean he’s a damn fuckin’ prick anyways.” He watched you blink slowly, once then twice before swatting at his bicep and let out a sigh he could only interpret as disappointed. You weren’t a fan of killing as it was, still holding strong to your morals of so long ago, refusing to end another life unless they held a serious threat to someone you loved. Killing a father brought a bitter feeling to arise in your chest, an ache you couldn’t really comprehend at the thought of such a loss to such a young child. 

He could read you like an open book, noting the disappointed look in your eyes that wasn’t quite directed at him but still hurt him just the same. “Okay, okay. No killin’ the father and taking ‘em. I’ll bring you to visit next collection day though, make sure you get to meet the lil sweetheart. It’s never too late to change your mind though.”

The vibrations of your chest reached your own, your soft laugh filling the room as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against his shoulder as you swayed together. His hands ran up your sides, holding you firmly against him as he pressed his lips delicately to your hairline. He felt your head pull away as your gaze  trailed over his shoulder, watching your eyes widen in surprise as you began to move away from his grasp. 

He turned to follow what your eyes froze on, a choked sound leaving him watching the sauce he attentively made boiling over the metallic rim of the pot. You watched in amusement as his grip left you completely, scrambling to reduce the heat and save the remaining sauce before it was to overflow. What started off as a soft giggle soon grew into a shaking cackle, leaning over and holding your stomach at the oddly comedic scene. 

The aggressive boiling soon came to a rolling simmer, the liquid reducing to its previous position in the saucepan, the overflown liquid being carefully wiped up as it continued to steam from the trapped heat. You moved away from the scene to grab another cloth, throwing it over his shoulder, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his reddening cheek before you returned to your spot and simply watched as he struggled. “Appreciate the love but would prefer your help right now. Would love an extra set of hands.”

“You’re doing great darlin’, can’t help I got bread rolls to finish. Wish I could, truly” He knew the dough was yet to finish resting, yet he simply chose to scoff and keep wiping at the staining red sauce. A smile stretched across your face, stepping forward as your hands wrapped around his waist from behind, holding him as he would tend to do with you. “Aw aren’t you just the sweetest thing ever, maybe I should leave the cookin’ to you more.”

“You’re the fuckin’ worst sometimes, might just trade you for the kid, he’d give me less troubles.” You chuckled at his defeated tone, leaning over as your lips pressed firmly against his cheek again. Pulling back, you watched him turn as you let your lips meet, smiling into the kiss before letting him finish cleaning up the mess on the stovetop. 

“You love me.”

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵

𝑅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

ʚ୨ৎɞ Angst, there is no comfort only death, swearing, descriptions of injuries and associated symptoms, violence, set in season 6, No exact age given but hinted to be older (30+) ʚ୨ৎɞ One of my two upcoming planned posts is loosely based around some of 'Laplace's Angel' by Will Wood (Little hint on the context) ʚ୨ৎɞ 2.6k words (I got a little carried away)

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The groans of the ever growing horde seemed closer than ever, the shuffling of decaying bodies inching closer yet your mind failed to process the impending danger. The creaking of wood caught your attention as you focused on its weakened structure, the damage from the earlier attacks irreversible as the residents of the community were forced to watch their safety stripped away.

The rubble of the old tower splintered away, taking down the wall that separated the living from the dead, the metal collapsing under the pressure. The walls provided a safe haven, a place where Judith was supposed to grow up as a normal child, yet as the dust cleared and the dead spilled through the cracks it all seemed hopeless. No matter where you are, it’s never truly safe within the apocalypse and you had foolishly held onto hope for a life built around normalcy.

The distant shouts of unrecognisable figures rung in your ears, watching those closest to the breach flee with varying success. It seemed as if all was lost, hundreds of infected flooding the suburban streets built around people who knew little about what survival truly meant. A loss greater than what they knew was coming and no one could truly save them, forcing them to fight a battle they were unequipped for. 

Alexandria had fallen and you had never felt more exposed to the jaws of death. 

Your knife was pulled from its holster, gripped in your shaky palms as you reached out towards the teenager behind you, pulling his widened eyes away from the growing mass. The tattered material of his flannel bundled under the pressure of your grasp, forcing him to move in pace with your strides as you maneuverer through the blood soaked streets. 

“We have to get to my dad, he should know what to do.” Carl's voice was trembling, fear etched into his expression as you pulled him closer to your back. You gave a quick nod, not meeting his gaze as you rushed away from the undead horde. The distance between you and the reanimated corpses seemed to shrink at every step you took, each corner housing more out of sight.

You were forced to blindly traverse through the maze of houses, pulling the young boy as he failed to push back the overwhelming crowd with his pistol. Gunshots rang out around you, yet they seemed impossible to track over the shuffling of death, sounding out of every corner of the walls. 

As you rounded another barely recognisable corner, you were met with a smaller group that parted from the larger horde, their attention turning at the sound of your boots crunching over the wilting grass. Your blade tore through the softening scalp of the closest walker, sinking into its skull with a sickening crack.

Your hand left Carl's sleeve in favour of pushing the corpse away, wrenching your knife from its head before swinging towards its companion. The sharp blade made contact, letting the walker fall towards you as you braced your hand against its shoulder, forcing the knife deeper through the bone to ensure it was stopped. 

The click of a gun brought your attention away from the bodies in front of you, the pistol within Carl’s grasp signifying you both of its now empty chamber. A look of panic flashed across his face as he whipped the barrel against the face of the one walking towards him, making it stagger back as he attempted to switch the clip. Trying to offer some sound of comfort, you opened your mouth to yell out to him before being cut off by the pained yep that slipped from your parted lips. 

A sharp stabbing pain on the flesh of your hip forced your attention back to your own conflict, the hilt of your now free weapon colliding with the skull of a walker you failed to notice. You pulled your knife back before forcing it back down, finishing it off as you stumbled backwards. A burning sensation seared into the sensitive skin of your side, blood pooling from the open wound and staining the material of your already tattered top.

Your nails dug into the material, crimson mixing with the brown at their base as you tried keeping pressure on the oozing gash. The handle of your knife slipped from your slick hand, ignoring the overwhelming pain in favour of grabbing onto the teenager struggling behind you, pulling him away from the walkers that followed your route. 

You watched his eyes slowly slip to your side where your palm pressed tightly against the drenched fabric, the red flowing from between your fingers despite your efforts at keeping the bleeding at bay. His voice was drowned out by the ringing in your ears, forcing yourself to push away the thought of your injury in favour of finding somewhere to hide you both, barely catching his worried words, “You’re hurt, we need to stop and check.”.. 

“Don’t worry bout it, you’re my priority right now.” You found yourself back on one of the main streets, catching a glimpse of the teenage Anderson running through the infested streets. Despite his obvious lack of survival against the dead, he managed to hold his own until you both reached his side.

He barely spared you a glance, completely ignoring Carl as he spun on his heel and began down the street less overrun, heading towards a larger group you failed to notice before. You gave one final glance back towards the teenager trailing you before following Ron down the road “I promised your father I’d keep you safe, I’m not going back on it now.”

The ringing of shots fired grew as you got closer to the group, recognising Rick stabilizing an injured Deanna that began to lag behind. Carl took the lead at the sight, rushing forwards as you stumbled to keep his pace, giving a nod of acknowledgement as you blended into the group pushing through the mob. Despite the constant efforts to keep them at bay, the overwhelming mass kept growing closer as you stood helpless without a weapon. 

Your head began to grow light, the pounding of your head worsening as you struggled to remain conscious, the wound that tore into your flesh draining your life as the impending threat of snapping jaws grew closer. You failed to register the bodies that dropped before you, or the voice that called out to give you refuge away from the stumbling corpses. Carl pulled you along, leading you up the stairs to the porch before pulling you inside the darkening living room. 

Slumping against the pale wall, your eyes followed Rick and he made his way up to where Jessie directed him to place Deanna. After he left your sight, you pushed yourself up to follow his lead, using the sides of the staircase to support your overturning body. You kept your eyes trained on your dragging feet, forcing yourself to move before you inevitably collapsed against the dark wood of the floor boards.

You felt your legs give out as you made it about half way, only stopping as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, carefully avoiding the darkened spot on your hip. You let your head rest against the familiar chest while you caught your breath, pulling back and coming face to face with Rick who gave you an unrecognisable expression. His hand trailed over your side as he moved to match your step, pulling your arm over his shoulder and bracing you against him, helping you finish the ascent up the stairs. 

Pulled into a room you had yet to see, you looked around curiously before landing on the crib tucked into the corner. You let him lower you onto a chair in the opposing corner, leaning against the backrest as your mind finally comprehends the full extent of the pain racking your feverish body.

Your eyelids flutter, watching him grab a clean rag from just beyond the door before returning to your side and kneeling, carefully cradling your face in his bloodied hands as he seemed to register the heat radiating from your drowsy form. You could feel yourself burning up, realising the true identity of the wound that sunk into your flesh, not the cut you had originally considered. “Hey, hey. Stay with me, it’s not over yet.”

He gently tapped at your cheek before his hands dropped to the hem of your top, carefully pulling the damp material away from the swelling laceration, replacing it with the rag that quickly darkened with your blood. He ignored your weak attempts at tugging at his wrist, trying to remove his hand from the wound that you knew wouldn’t heal.

His determination was hard to ignore, the crease in his brows as he tried to clean away the liquid that pooled around the wound. Your hand found his, wrapping around the back of his palm and digging your fingertips into the calloused skin. 

“Stop Rick, You can’t help me anymore. Go make sure Carl is okay for me, please.” Your words slurred together, resting your head against the wall as you struggled to remain up right. His grip on the material tightened, instinctively pressing it further into your side despite your pleas to give up.

His actions didn’t stop until you finally managed to wrench his stained palms away, allowing him to see the full view of the grotesque bite piercing the sensitive skin, inflamed and swelling. “It’s too late for me, just please go make sure everyone else is alright. For me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, flooding your waterline but refusing to fall as the realisation crossed his face, his expression pained as he choked out a sob. His palm pressed against your knee, blunt nails digging into the skin as he tried to collect himself, eyes watering as his eye contact broke. He pulled himself to his feet, falling onto the chair beside you and embracing you, letting you feel the sobs that wracked his shaking frame. 

“No, no, no. We can find something, there has to be something. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Your hand found his nape, carefully running your fingers though his hair as your own tears slid down your blood stained cheeks, holding his body against your own as if he would shatter. His face pressed against the side of your neck, a growing wet feeling collecting against the skin,  hands wrapped tightly around your waist refusing to let go.

His voice cracked as he broke down before you, a mix of pleads and curses leaving him as he prodded for some explanation, “How did it even happen, it’s my job to protect all of you, you shouldn’t have been in danger like that..”

His panic seemed to multiply by the second, causing you to gingerly pull his face from where it sat buried into your skin, supporting his face between your trembling hands as you pressed your lips against the side of his mouth, pulling back to meet his crystalline blue eyes. “I couldn’t let Carl get hurt, he has so much left to live for. He’s still just a kid, it was my choice to protect him.”

Sounds akin to that of fighting echoed from downstairs, Jessie yelling and trying to open a door interrupting the moment of solace that bloomed. You pulled away despite his still tight grip against you, tenderly pressing your hands against his chest to force him away from you towards the commotion. His expression seemed to darken for a moment before he finally moved, promising to be back after it was resolved, closing the door behind his retreating figure as you were left alone in the confined space.

You sat alone in the eerily silent room, the only sound was the distant shattering of glass and the panicked yells of the woman downstairs. You tuned out the noises, retreating into your overwhelming thoughts of your impending death.

Your mind was already made up, if someone else wasn’t willing to pull the trigger for you it would be at your own hands that you eternal slumber occurred. The thought of one of your friends coming across your reanimated corpse, being forced to watch you die all over again brought a sickening feeling to your stomach, not wanting to have anyone go through such a thing. 

The door cracked open as Rick rushed in, closing off the entrance behind him as he stepped towards your seated form. His eyes flickered through a range of emotions– fear, anger, sadness. Yet you could see the moment he finally realised that you truly couldn’t be saved anymore, the infection spreading like wildfire through your bloodstream and slowly killing off your cells.

You took his hands in your own, carefully running over his knuckles with your thumbs as you brought them to your lips to rest against the calloused skin, “You have to go, it isn’t safe here anymore. You have to leave and save your family.”

“But you are my family. I can’t just leave you here to be torn apart by them.” His voice was deep, worn down by his earlier sobs that threatened to resurface as he looked at you. Your grip loosened, almost completely as you met his gaze.

“You know what I have to do Rick, I’ll take your gun. Just leave that here for me.” He opened his mouth to argue but you cut him off with the shake of your head, lowering your forehead to press against his outstretched hands and wrapping your fingers around his own. You offered a weak smile as you pulled back, tears streaking down the apple of your cheeks as you pushed him towards the doorway, “You said it to me once before, You’d do anything for your kids. So would I, I don’t regret what I did if it meant Carl was safe.”

He pulled you up by the grip he held on your hands, wrapping his arms weakly around you as you returned his embrace, feeling his lips pressing tenderly to your temple as he pulled back. Your lips met as he leaned into you, bracing your nape as your tears met his own. You let him pull away before letting go completely, watching him struggle to remove the weapon from the holster on his hip through the tears that blinded him.

The cold metal was pressed into your hands as he held them one final time, stepping back before turning so you met his back. His steps were slow as he neared the pale wood of the door, grasping the doorknob as he tried to calm himself to tell the others the news, “I love you so much darling.”

“I love you too rick, tell the others that too will you? I never got to tell them that they’re my true family.” Your voice cracked as you stumbled over the words you held so close to your heart, covering your mouth as a sob left your throat. You watched him tense before forcing the door open,  closing it behind him without another word as his footsteps faded down the hall.

You dropped back onto the seat again, fiddling with the safety level as it clicked off. Your hand trembled as you wrapped your fingers tightly around the grip, lifting it until the cool metal of the barrel pressed to the skin below your temple. Your index finger slipped over the trigger, resting there as your cries silenced. 

You just hoped that the future those kids deserved was achievable with your sacrifice. 

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ʚ୨ৎɞ Want to write at least one fic for each of the characters in my masterlist before starting on double ups, will do one for each but wanting an order! ʚ୨ৎɞ Ricks part is up! Now just deciding who is done next between Negan and Ron!

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𝓘𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱

𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓎𝓁 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

ʚ୨ৎɞ Slight angst/ comfort, Swearing, Set in season 4 prison era, descriptions/ past mentions of sickness, blood ʚ୨ৎɞ Not proofread, I'll correct it if I realise later but I don't fully read through my works ʚ୨ৎɞ 1.3k words ʚ୨ৎɞ Requests open! ʚ୨ৎɞ Masterlist!

The distant cries of a small child rung throughout the still cell block, breaching the otherwise silent night. The direction was hard to pinpoint, echoing throughout the building as a piercing wail, yet you remained buried under the covers on the thin bed housed within your cell. The midnight cold seemed to melt into your skin, clawing at your flesh and leaving you to shiver in the mercy of the dusk. 

Sleeping seemed inevitable but it never came, leaving you to stare at the bunk over your head and hope for something to lull you into a slumber. The ache never quite disappeared, the recent memories of the blood that flooded your airways keeping you restless at the thought of its return. Your throat still held the same lingering pain from the day prior, the coughs and wheezes that racked your body still a fresh wound that refused to heal on its own. 

The mattress that surrounded your body offered little comfort, the scratchy material irritating the skin it could reach, digging into your back as you shuffled to find a more pleasant position. The sheets that once lay as a barrier were torn away, burned and promised with replacements that failed to arrive, the crimson stains impossible to wash away from the light material. They were a hazard, yet if it meant a restful night you were willing to lay surrounded by the remnants of your sickness until the sun was to rise once again. 

As the once upsetting weeping came to a halt, returning the previous atmosphere of a dead silence, you were left to your thoughts that seemed to engulf your entire consciousness. The feeling of helplessness never truly left, being left to the mercy of your own immunity as blood streaked across your face. It was as if the liquid was still there, the tightness of it drying despite more continuing to spill from your parted lips burning into your memory despite the constant effort to push it away.

Your fever had depleted yet the piercing headache never quite stilled, pounding against your temple and bringing an uncomfortable throb. 

You didn’t fully comprehend the footsteps that echoed throughout the frigid cellblock until they stopped behind the curtain that separated you. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you brought your knees to rest in front of your chest as your back pressed against the cold stone.

Watching the shadow that cast through the thin material, you could vaguely make out a person moving their hand towards the edge of the sheet before pausing. They seemed to be thinking, the sound of them clearing their throat being the only given indication of an identity you knew.

“Y’know if you keep just standing there someone will think you’re just bein’ creepy” The voice that slipped from your throat almost sounded foreign, a weak croak that failed to carry your joking tone across. You coughed into your elbow, trying to clear the buildup in your already sore throat. “Come in already, I’m not gonna bite you.”

Daryl stepped through the parted curtain, shuffling into the confined space and standing stiffly at the side of the bunk, body tense as his vision adjusted to the dark. His eyes dropped to your face, scanning the lower half for any traces of fresh blood before letting his shoulders relax a fraction. His expression remained neutral despite a slight crease of his brows, appearing almost worried. 

“Was just makin’ sure yer’ still alive, don’t need to be wakin’ up to more walkers in ‘ere” He scoffed at you before dropping onto the mattress beside you, letting himself get comfortable against the metal supports as you shifted towards the warmth he was radiating. His arm came to rest across your back, settling on your hip as he waited for you to settle down. You could feel his hand slip under the material of your top, thumb rubbing over the skin resting over the bone.

You chuckled at the feeling of his warm palm against your cool skin, resting your head against his shoulder as you crossed your arms against your chest, trying to maintain the little bodyheat the cell let you keep. “Thought you were too good for a cell, sleepin’ on the perch and all.”

You could practically feel the annoyance radiating off him from your obvious sarcastic comment, clicking his tongue before pinching at your side. Your yelp echoed throughout the cell, offering a glare at the male and jabbing your finger into his side. You dug your nail into his side momentarily before resting your hand, not missing the growl under his breath as he swatted at your hand. “Sumbitch.”

You let yourself melt into his side, pressing against his body and resting the weight of your upper body against his chest. His hand moved to the side of your face, cradling your cheek while he pressed a quick kiss to your temple before dropping his hand, leaning his head against the cracked walls.

“I missed this. I missed you.” Your voice was slightly muffled from where your cheek pressed against his shoulder, soaking in the contact that you hadn’t been able to achieve for the past week. You moved your legs closer to his, knees resting over his thighs as the previously discarded blanket was pulled back over your shivering frame. His face turned away from yours avoiding eye contact despite leaning further against your side in return.

You could faintly interpret the grumbling he released under his breath, the hand resting against your bare skin tightening as he stopped his movements. The faint glow of pale moonlight reflected off his face, catching the red that dusted his cheeks at the embarrassment that arose at your confession.

A huff almost akin to a laugh left your nose as you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing the hand that laid in his lap and entwining your fingers. “I’m fine now, maybe still healing but I’m not sick anymore.” 

You could feel his fingers tighten around yours, the scarred skin pressing against your own and seeking a form of comfort from your embrace. He didn’t have to announce his worries for you to understand his uncertainty, recalling his panicked shouts that muffled under the illness that captivated you.

You could vaguely recall the way he carried you though the desolate halls of the tombs to the other cellblock, forced to leave your wheezing form in isolation with the hopes of Hershal being able to clear the liquid that flooded your airways. The worry was mutual between you both as you squeezed his hand, an unspoken promise to remain with him no matter the challenges you might face in the apocalypse that surrounded you. 

You brought your entwined fingers towards your face, pressing your lips gently against his scarred knuckles before letting go. Shifting away from his body, you let yourself fall back against the mattress, sinking into the material that seemed softer than ever. You let it cradle your frame as you looked at him with an awaiting expression, shuffling to the side to leave room for him to collapse beside you. Your eyelids dropped shut, feeling the mattress sink beside you at the warmth of a new body, an arm encircling your waist as you rolled onto your side. 

You could feel his chest pressing against your back, leaning into you as you pressed backwards with an equal force, pulling the blanket over your tangled forms. His stubble scratched at the skin of your shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss, moving his face to press against the back of your head afterwards. You let your eyes close, a sudden wave of drowsiness washing over you as you mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear. “I love you.”

He watched you slowly drift off, instinctively pressing further into him to shield yourself from the cold. Only after ensuring you were asleep did he left himself begin to drift off, huffing under his breath before closing his eyes. 

“Love ya too darlin’”

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𝓞𝓱, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

ʚ୨ৎɞ Inspired by Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery ʚ୨ৎɞ Set around season 11, Reader is aged around 26-27, Angst, Comfort in the form of acceptance, mentions of injuries/ amputation ʚ୨ৎɞ First fic on this account! Might not be the best but wanted to write the idea I had. I'm not good with dialogue but tried :) ʚ୨ৎɞ Requests open! ʚ୨ৎɞ 1.7k words

The rain descended in a light shower, what was once considered a sign of hope for a better tomorrow doing little to numb the phantom pain that never quite left. You carried it as a reminder of your grief, the loss that never healed despite the years that wore down against your aching bones. The dampening soil stuck to the denim of your jeans, staining the darkened fabric that never truly regained its once pristine blue.

You did little to relieve the twinge of annoyance that began to fester as the uncomfortable feeling of your clothes sticking to scarred skin, remaining in place as if you were stuck in time. In a way you were, clinging onto the past that was slowly washing away with each season that blurred past. The efforts of preserving the splintering wood ultimately failed, the ropes weakening until its inevitable collapse that you could only imagine was soon. 

The blood that caked your hand never truly disappeared, always returning as you lay awake restless at night. No amount of scrubbing let it drown away, the raw skin of your hand only offering momentarily solace before its inevitable return in your dreams. When you gained those moments of peace, away from the crimson that stained your skin, it was merely replaced by a fleeting warmth you could only replicate in your mind. 

Light footsteps barely sounded over the constant padding of rain against the soil, boots crunching over the rocks that littered the path towards your shivering frame, stopping mere inches away. You didn't meet their gaze, knowing who it was before they even spoke, the only person ever willing to approach you in your grief. Judith lowered to the ground beside you, leaning into your warmth and breaking the ever growing silence between you both. 

"I wish I had more time with him." You watched the build up of tears in her eyes, the soft expression that filled with grief causing an ache in your chest. Your right hand found her shoulder, gently rubbing against the material of her coat. "I wish we had more time to just remember."

"He would be so proud of how far you've come." Your voice remained low, the only indication of emotion residing in the slight quiver in your words, holding back the tears that threatened to spill talking to the young girl. "You were what kept him going before they arrived here in Alexandria, he was so overjoyed to be known as your brother."

Your hand began to shake as you pulled her closer to your side, allowing her to rest against your shoulder, the ever familiar sheriff's hat being lowered into her lap as your eyes followed the worn object. You could remember the day it was passed down to her as if it was yesterday, burning as a fresh memory despite the time that clawed against it. 

"It feels like I barely know him, yet him being gone feels like I've lost a part of myself I never truly knew was there." The brunette's words held a level of uncertainty, a shake that only increased as the words tumbled from her lips as if it was something forbidden to admit. 

She hated to admit she barely knew her own brother and you hated to admit you had started to lose those once precious memories of your lover. You had both lost him and it was as if he was dying before your very eyes once again, fading to nothing but a family bound name and a decaying memorial cross. You had tried to carry his legacy and dreams but ultimately failed, instead offering those same aspirations to the girl you helped raise. 

The tears that began to stream down your cheeks were quickly absorbed into the raindrops that continued to encase Alexandria, the once peaceful resting place of your beloved being disturbed by the elements on your day of mourning. "He loved you more than you could ever imagine, he wouldn't want you to torture yourself over him."

"He loved you too." 

You didn't give her a reply to the statement, four simple words feeling as if they were tearing out your already crumbling heart. In the end you knew he loved you, but the regret of not loving him enough consumed your thoughts. You had laughed when he had asked you a silly question way too early, saying how you never know how much longer you both had. In the end you chose to wait, not realising that his time had started to dwindle like a forgotten candle left under nature's control. 

You ended his lifetime with more regrets than what you could repair, having to carry on with your own holding onto the beliefs of something more. An afterlife, reincarnation, even eternal darkness would be okay with you if it meant you could forever remain at his side. Maybe you were nothing more than teenagers in love, knowing nothing of what a relationship truly was meant to contain but it was yours. You would be willing to endure the start of the apocalypse and the loss that consumed the world a thousand times over if it meant returning to him in the end. 

Your arm fell from her shoulder, moving towards your chest before slipping beneath the colour of your shirt and grasping the cold metal of the chain that weighed against your skin. You slipped it over your head, holding it in front of you as if it was the sole thing keeping you from slipping into the despair that threatened to consume you. The slight glimmer of sunlight that flowed through the grey clouds reflected against the smaller metal objects that it held together. 

You handed them to Judith to see properly, watching her smaller hand wrap around them before reopening as they sat undisturbed in her palm. Two small rings sat against her pale skin, a matching set of wedding bands staring back at you both, engravings wearing away from the decade that had passed. 

"Carl and I weren't much older than you now, probably about 16 yet he was willing to dedicate the rest of his life to me. It was probably three weeks before I lost him that he asked." You watched the brunette's eyes shift, widening slightly at the untold story that you were willing to share with her. Your voice cracked, nails digging into your palm while you forced yourself to continue. "he knew forever wasn't guaranteed but I still chose to wait. By the time I had made up my mind to agree it was already too late."

You took a moment to compose yourself, feeling her smaller arms encircle your waist trying to offer comfort despite not doing much better. Your right hand found her head, raking your fingers through the long brown strands that reminded you so much of her brother. 

"I wasn't there when Alexandria fell, I was at the hilltop healing from my own injury that kept me away from returning. I didn't even know until Daryl came to me carrying you that I knew something was wrong. There wasn't even a chance to say goodbye, he was just.. gone."

Your eyes drifted to your left, to where your missing left arm was meant to be and glaring at the scarred over stump that had been the cause for all your pain. You could still feel the pain of being bit burned into your memory, the feeling of your own flesh rotting away from your bones, the wound darkening and the blood that refused to stop leaking. 

You knew you were lucky, getting away with a lost arm instead of your life, yet you couldn't help but wish that Carl was the lucky one instead. You had to family, no one that relied on you as Judith had to him. You would have laid down your life if it meant keeping him safe, yet you were too far to save him that time. 

It was as if the world was trying to hold you apart since the start of your relationship, no matter how hard you both pushed to simply love each other, and in the end the world won. 

Even now, you couldn't wear the ring bestowed upon you, your ring finger that was bound to bear the ring and Grimes name lost to the apocalypse. You had long since been accepted into the family, Michonne accepting you as her own, yet the name never felt right to accept without your partner by your side. 

The cold touch of a palm brought you back from deep within your thoughts, Judith returning the precious jewellery as if she was scared it would break under the pressure of her gaze. Your grip tightened over the metal before slowly unclenching, lowering your gaze to the girl cuddled up to your side that with each passing day reminded you more of the one you had lost. With an unsteady hand you unclipped the metal holding the two ends together, slowly slipping off the ring that was gifted to you before clicking the clasp back into place, sealing his ring in the loop. 

The cold metal of your wedding band slipped onto the ring finger of your right hand, a glimmer of hope rising in your aching chest as you spun it around with your thumb. Carefully, you moved the chain towards the small girl, slipping it over her head and letting the cold metal of Carl's ring rest over her heart. Her head shot up to yours, stuttering over her words as she tried to return it. "I-i can't take i-"

"He would have wanted you to have it, keep it safe for us alright?" Your voice was soft, no longer holding the weakened tone from the sadness that clawed up your throat, pushing yourself off the ground and offering your hand. 

Judith grabbed your hand, letting you pull her up before slipping the worn down sheriffs hat back over her braided hair. She let you gently guide her away, towards your house while you gently fussed over her drenched clothes despite your own reflecting hers. 

You offered one final look towards the graveyard as the rain finally came to a halt, the sunlight beaming down on the aging wooden cross, illuminating the small sign made by the small girl. 

Carl Grimes

xxxx-xxxx

Loving Son, Brother, Friend, 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹

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