#( miCHONNE AHH

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Warnings: Flirty!Negan, sexual innuendo

"Oh, good. You're here," Negan said, swinging his legs off his cot and planting his boots back on the ground. He watched you come about halfway through the room toward his cell, but your attention was directed toward a pipe high up near the ceiling. You hadn't even really looked at him.

"I'm just here to check and make sure this leak isn't getting worse," you said, eyeing the bucket beneath which was catching the slow drip, drip, drip. "Michonne got tied up with something so I told her I'd make sure you weren't getting flooded out down here."

Negan smiled to himself and paced over to lean against the bars, his hands sliding into his pockets. "Lucky me. By the way, I'm famished. How about a little midnight snack?" His eyes drifted over the way your jeans hugged your hips and he couldn't help pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.

You were still staring up at the dripping pipe. "Negan, you know rations are tight... You get three meals a day and—"

"I wasn't talking that kind of snack, doll."

Your cheeks flushed involuntarily and you turned to look at him with wide, surprised eyes. He looked you up and down and then smirked, clearly proud of himself. "You've got some fucking nerve to proposition me from jail," you pointed out.

He laughed again, a rolling sound deep in his chest and he shrugged, straightening up and looking perhaps mildy apologetic. "I can't help myself. You just bring it out in me. And it's true... I'm genuinely famished when it comes to—human touch." His right hand came to grip the bars and you stared at him for a long moment.

"Well, I'll send Jerry right over to give you a hug, Negan. Anything else I can do for you?"

"Ahh, come on..." he said, smiling. "You're the best view I've had in days. And I promise... you wouldn't regret it. Have pity on a man."

"Oh, I find you plenty pitiful. Trust me," you said with a half smile and a laugh that had every hair on his body raising like there was an electric charge in the air...

Prompt: "How about a midnight snack?" Happy Wicked Wednesday, folks! <3

[fullcollectivecloud]

“Lay All Your Love On Me”

It was finally happening, Y/n was gonna finally marry the love of her life. Granted she knew that she wasn’t going to have the wedding most little girls dream about because of the dead walking around but as long as she had Daryl everything was perfect. Now it was just a few hours before it was time. And Y/n decided to take a walk around Alexandria, to clear her head, not that she was getting cold feet or anything she just wanted a minute to herself. Little did she know she had a worried redneck hunter trying to find her. She was just walked back inside the walls from her walk when she heard Daryl call out her name. “Y/n!” she turned to look back at him “There ya are, everyone, been worried sick! No one seen ya anywhere!” He walked up to her checking her for any injuries, “I’m sorry Dar I was just outside the walls I needed some time to myself is all” she calmly explained. “What ya getting cold feet or somethin?”  he joked but was secretly serious. Y/n laughed “No silly not at all,” She then took notice of the fact that Daryl was all cleaned up and well presentable “Who you all cleaned up for?” Daryl’s ears turn red and he lowers his head “Ahh Rick are throwing me a bachelor's party thing back at Aaron and Eric's place, for ugh “my last night or freedom” Y/n laughs and looks at Daryl with an amused “oh really” look. Daryl sees this and put his hands up in surrender “Hey it was their words, not mine, Mine woulda been the start to my life in the light” Daryl puts both his hands on Y/n face caressing it, “Oh so you’ll never leave me right” She mocks as she places her hands on his, “Are ya kiddin’ you have made my life so much better and worth living it’s not even funny” He professes. “I wasn't jealous before we met Now every man I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice” Daryl pulls out a cigar Aaron found on a run and gave it to him as a wedding present. He holds it out in front of his to Y/n to tease her knowing she didn’t like him smoking, she tries to grab it but Daryl is quick to pull it away from her grasp. “But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you” He moves closer to her, and they are pressed against one another, he leans in for a kiss but Y/n playfully pushes him away. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me” She then moves to lean back on one of the walls, moving downward seductively, looking right into Daryl’s eyes “It was like shooting a sitting duck (Daryl makes finger guns pretending to shoot her) A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily” She walks back up to Daryl with a sway to her hips, she runs one of her hands up his chest, “I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear” she leans in their faces very close now, Daryl is in a trace, and he brings his hand up to caress the hair framing y/n face. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me” Daryl leans in the rest of the way and they are able to share a small kiss with no room to deepen it because seemingly out of nowhere, Rick, Glenn, Aaron, Eric, Abraham, Morgan, Health, and Gabriel all surround us, and basically carry Daryl away from her, They are all dancing around him and start showing off their muscles to Y/n  while Maggie, Michonne, Carol, Tara, Rosita, Denise, and Sasha all stand next to me watching the guys make fools of themselves. Daryl somehow finds his way back to Y/n, he pulls her to him by her waist. “I've had a few little love affairs They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce I used to think I was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible 'Cause everything is new And everything is you And all I've learned has overturned What can I do?” The two maintain eye contact and lean in once more for a kiss but are interrupted on both sides this time again. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me” The men pull Daryl away for his party and the women lead Y/n away for hers, Daryl and y/n look at each other once more, and Daryl winks to her as he is led away. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me” At their separate parties, they both drink and have a nice time, But still, nothing will compare to when they both finally say I do.

[ivegotalongmemory]

Twd 11x23 thoughts (I know I'm not emotionally prepared for this) ((spoilers)):

-it doesn't feel like this is the 2nd to last episode, I can't believe it

-that shot of all the weapons in one box is iconic honestly

-lori, CARL, RICK AND MICHONNE mention, yeah I knew I wouldn't be able to handle this

-she put the hat on R.J's head😭

-rosita is gonna be a ruthless bitch this episode right? Please give me that

-oh dianne is here? Where has she beeeeeeen all this time

-that tiny little crumb of ezekiel saying goodbye to nabila and gracie?? Literally a crumb but I love it

-daryl literally cannot say no to Judith can he. And then there's lil r.j who just has to get passed around between the babysitters

-yay mercer go fuck shit up<3

-"is that your faith talking?" "In you, yes" okay look I never cared about rosita/gabriel but I have to admit that was cute

-i feel so bad for aaron and his lil group, like everyone else is back together and then there's these guys still out here, they better be back with the main group before the end of the show. Actually I just had a depressing thought, what if they all die and never make it

-"yet I smile" stop I will cry, ezekiel really did beat all the odds

-"you all are better than me" okay look I am not a negan apologist and I dislike how some people literally suck his dick and forget everything he did, but i do love his arc lately of being self aware and knowing that he did shit and trying to be better for no reason other than to be decent, that little conversation with ezekiel really did pull at my heartstrings

-omg did Maggie hear all that too?

-all these conversations about the Grimes fam are making me emotional

-lmao @ mercer and yumiko acting their asses off in front of this other commonwealth girl

-LYDIA OH MY GOD???? NOT HER

-oh my god don't cut to another scene and leave me hanging like that???

-jerry yelling "dude stop" in the most dire of situations is the most Jerry thing ever

-that scene was almost unbearable, wtf

-lydia is gonna regret all the time she spent hanging out with Aaron because now they're twinning

-jokes aside, oh my god, I mean I'm glad she hasn't just been killed off completely because it could have been worse but yikes

-so sick seeing the whole group working together to infiltrate, reminds me of the earlier seasons

-variant walkers u are cool but this is NOT THE TIME to mess things up

-oh no eugene is fucked

-oh he's not fucked, GO EUGENE!

-i love u jerry please dont die but also i feel like hes gonna because he just said the cursed words "see you on the other side"

-ahh yes the usual killing of all the redshirts while all the mains somehow dont get shot

-and now mercer being arrested? oh this is all going to shit isn't it

-i love a good gunfight though

-also just thought how terrifying it must be for connie who literally can't hear any of this???

-OKAY GIRLIES THIS IS WILD PAMELA WHAT THE FUCK??? Judith literally shoved maggie out of the way to save her?? Stop it rewind right now

-but love how everyone went absolutely psychotic trying to shoot Pamela after she did that, it's what she deserves

-negans reaction to the variant walker just about sums it up

-love luke running up with a smile but like sorry bro we don't have time for smiles and reunions right now

Okay holy shit this whole post was a mess but

-judith shot? everyone desperate to kill Pamela? some guy accidentally opened the gates and let the walkers in? the walkers climbing the walls? Everyone penned in surrounded by the massive horde? Mercers been arrested? Aaron, Lydia, Jerry and elijah all still out there somewhere? We still don't know wtf happened to the oceanside people? now this is the kind of absolute chaos I want for the finale! Also I'm so glad amc apparently aren't releasing the finale early because for once in my life I can avoid being spoiled a whole week early

[scottishstoner]

I’m on s11 ep 15 of twd coz I’ve been catching up haven’t watched since like halfway through season 10 so I’m almost done the show so far and idk how to feel about that 😭 last eps come out later this year and ahh I’m sad

but I’m glad they’re doing a Rick and Michonne mini series to wrap it up but STILL 😭 I’m not ready for it to be over

[gottaluvus]

💫; new life, new me | gojo s.

─── summary; life. feelings and emotions. nothing a god, superior to all, should ever feel. he was distraught, he felt vulnerable, fragile, even. he had never let down his guard before, but now he had. he swore, from then on, to never dream of such.. immoral actions ever again. even if he wasn’t in control of his own dreams, he knew that, but he couldn’t bear it anymore. he just couldn’t. life. emotions and feelings. everything a god shouldn’t feel. shouldn’t!

— pairing; god!gojo + mortal!m!reader

⑅ cw; lower case, non-con touching, sexual actions [pillow humping], implied sexual advances, worshiper gojo, obsessed gojo, sexual a., breakdown [reader]

⑅ notes; AHHHHH ME N SETH R SO SMART!! YALL GO LOVE THIS ON MY MAMA YALL R!!

⑅ chapters; I, III, IIII

“HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?! SUCH A– a.. horrible, horrible thing! you’ve committed an immoral law! MURDERING A GOD?! THAT’S BEYOND THE LINE!” the [former] god of marriage and wedlock cried, hair disheveled, eyes puffy, and gold oozing from the multiple woods on his body.

the god’s weapon was on the ground, golden colored tears stripped themselves from his eyelids and rolled down his face and onto the mortal’s earthy realm. a certain realization began to toll on him. he will have nothing left of him, nothing. with no kids, no brothers or sisters.. his legacy would be left astray. his weapon, whom he called ‘michonne’, would wonder without a god to call it’s master and eventually perish without a beating heart or a hint of nectar in it’s bones.

“it’s your–” he coughed, nectar spewing from his rapidly closing throat, “fault.” with what power he had left, he cursed the welder of lucielle with his now powers. cursing him for all of eternity and then some.

gojo woke up, frantic, scared, desperately breathing in gulps and gulps of air so he could breathe. why? why?! why! he knew he’d come to regret his earlier actions. greed is a god’s worst trait, desire is a god’s best. he was greedy. greedy for more power, more recognition, more success! he wanted more and more and more, until he couldn’t have any.

he was distraught, he felt vulnerable, fragile, even. he had never let down his guard before, but now he had. he swore, from then on, to never dream of such.. immoral actions ever again. even if he wasn’t in control of his own dreams, he knew that, but he couldn’t bear it anymore. he just couldn’t.

“i’m sorry, i’m so, so sorry.” he whispered, golden tears streaming down his pale face. he felt suffocated in his realm, missing the presence of his darling. if only–no, he can’t. he’s much to powerful to wish for something so selfish. greed and desire were stirring inside of him, and at any moment—they’d be set free to prey on his most selfish desires.

“oh darling, my love..” he mumbled, grabbing one of the body pillows that lay behind him and gripped it so tightly that his nails started to entire its feather-filled insides. “i miss you, sweetheart, so, so much.” he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until he passed out from exhaustion, his darling’s [name] left his lips a few times in his deep slumber as he tossed and turned, sometimes kissed the pillow.

“darling,” he whisper-moaned, his hips starting to buck against the body pillow, hoping for some sort of release from it. “[name], oh, [name]..” gojo mumbled, hand moving down to push to pillow up against his clothed cock. he lazily bucked his hips against the pillow, precum started to drip from his cock, seeping into his silk, baby blue pajama pants. “my love,” he whimpered, “you feel so good. oh, you feel amazing.” gojo stated, moving at a faster rate after he had freed his cock from its restraints.

the sound of sheets and covers shuffling against one another and a god’s lower body thumping against the padded pillow with an animalistic speed. “oh, [name]— fuck, fuck, fuck! darling, ahh, darling–!” gojo’s eyes filled with tears after he had came, his chest heaving up and down before he realized what he had just done.

oh, god. his darling would be so disappointed in him, he promised he wouldn’t do anything with his darling’s say first, he promised! oh dear, what would he say? wait– his lover doesn’t have to know, does he? no! no, he doesn’t.

“good morning, darling! i’ve missed you so much!” gojo cooed, wrapping his hands around [name]’s wait and resting his chin on his lover’s shoulder. “good morning, bo– gojo.” he corrected himself, knowing how whiny he would get if he didn’t call him by his name.

at least it’s close to a pet name more than any other! gojo’s saying that because [name] didn’t want to call him pet names even if they were—they aren’t, not officially— dating.

“gojo,” [name] hissed, feeling the pale, cold hands of his, supposed, other half touch all over his body, slithering into his black slacks, before slapping his hands away, grabbing his coffee and stomping off.

always touchy feely. always greedy for more. always desiring what [name] didn’t want to give.

desperation. incompletion. greed.

traits of a specific god who spewed lies upon lies regarding his godly hood. “my love, please!” he yelled, catching the man before he could open the door, turning him around and officially spilling all of his coffee out of his cup. successfully shattering the mug.

“gojo, you–”

“darling.. my love, please. i need you.” he whined, holding [name]’s wrist as he indulged himself to press kisses all over the mortal’s neck, breathing heavily as he did so. “you–oh fucking god,– you taste so good, darling. so fucking good.” before gojo could bare his sharp canine-like teeth, his lover pushed him away. harshly.

why did he do such a thing? this is what he wanted! right? oh, oh god. it’s happening again.

but, he just couldn’t stop, he couldn’t. “gojo, please– stop..!” [name] cried, tears streaming down his face after gojo hadn’t listened to his many cries and pleads to stop. gojo looked up, lust filling his eyes, as he saw pretty, beautiful crystal colored tears streaming down his plump cheeks.

“dear, please, keep crying; you look so pretty when you cry.”

[name] shoved gojo again, this time successfully pushing him across the room, making his ass meet the floor, and leaving right away, slamming the door after him.

running. he realized he had been running, his work things in his hands—some that he could carry, others that he just shoved in his backup bag—and running two the bottom story: the parking lot. shoving his things in his car, he started up the car with a loud roar.

“oh my god.” he whispered with trembling lips, hands gripped around the steering wheel as quiet whimpers, loud gasps and sobs escaping his lips. “new job—” he stuttered out. “i need a new job.”

[eggs-toast-and-daryl-dixon]

Michonne:[hugs Rick from behind] I love you-

Michonne, whispering in his ear: But if you ever drink my coffee again I will destroy you

[wolfwhiteflowers]

RG movies and tv speculations

So since we’ve been getting lil non-confirmation news that the Rick movie(s) will be starting soon (like Jan. maybe), I’ve been thinking about it. Everyone’s reaction is all bringing back the same comments and concerns they said before. The fandom is skeptical and doubtful. Everyone’s tired and want closure. I get that. Anyway, I think it’s gonna happen at least the first one. We waited for like a year and some months for actual news of it starting. lol This all reminds me that it’s all show business, $$$, and hoping for GREAT writing and luck. Eh I really need to somehow have low expectations and stuff. :\ I think we waited more because of new deals, like movies being in theaters/Universal.(and it was always trilogy movies right?) I just want a good ending to Rick’s story. sigh.

I’m excited about the Rick movies starting, but then I’m like idk ..what to expect and, even if we get some kind of an idea, will it be good? idc about Jadis at all (but she’s the one who brings him to somewhere he’s at) Will Heath be there? ...and I hope Michonne will be in those movie(s)!!! It all comes down to great writing, cast, etc. Ahh.

I think I need to write down what I want and hope for...and also think of what would be the most disappointing ways and just be ...expecting less. bleh

-Random thought.. Maggie speculations... and spoilers!

I saw a post about if I still miss Maggie during s10. I realized that I don’t care that much. I guess it’s partly because of the writing and AMC...Maggie didn’t have other friends, loose end arcs in s9. I wasn’t that interested in Maggie in s8 or s9 because it’s like she was not with the TF that much and she’s mostly angry. :\ Then also her friends are all dead in Hilltop. But mainly, I don’t feel like I miss her because, even though it was a shitty “ending/exit” for her, she took her son and went with Georgie in a different community, and they’re doing fine. I think all the comic Maggie moments had been shown already - Negan plots. So in a way I feel Maggie’s story is done and fine/happy ending. But Maggie is returning to the show in s11 (and lil bit in s10 in some way that Idk). I think Maggie will be like a new character. Kind of like how everyone’s changed a bit from the big time jump. I think Maggie will be ..like comic Gov. Pamela or someone like that. Maggie might be president (like in the final comic issue/endgame/future.) Both comic characters are kinda similar. Idk but I’m curious what the writers will do with Maggie in s11. Maggie might be the ..erm “antagonist” or so. Yeah....I hope, if the show does it, it would be interesting and complex. But ofc it’s gonna rile up remaining TWD fans. Idk. ahh I really hope Hershel Jr isn’t gonna be like Sebastian. :| Idk..I liked Hershel Jr’s story even tho it upsets people but I liked his reasons. He misses his dad. So..I think s11 will be like s10 but kinda like Carol and Daryl/TF as the mains and Maggie introducing Commonwealth/communities..as a guest star? supporting character?. Kinda like we say Atlanta group but Morgan isn’t part of it but he’s still part of the group. Anyway, there’s gonna be a lot of traveling ..bigger world..political. Maggie is a main from the other side of the show.

-Other remixes (plots) I recently noticed that could be shown in s11. I think Aaron will be like comic Rick. Yumiko will be like comic Michonne with the lawyer stuff. Magna will be like comic Dwight-maybe, with not so loyal to Daryl.The mains will be adapting a lot to either comic Rick, Michonne, Carl, Andrea, Eugene’s plots.  Lydia is like Sophia or Carl. ???

- So I’m kinda wondering why the first movie is starting their pre-productions now in December. Idk much about movies and just speculating. I’m wondering if it’s to wait till DG is done filming and maybe even NR and MMB/and others to be done with s10. (filming was done before Thanksgiving). Maybe it’s also Jan to March is when the writers and GN are have time to write and set things up to film the movies. They had FTWD and TWD:WB to think about too and scripts. Idk but Gimple thinks he can do it. heh.

Anyway, so if it’s not about the timing or something, it would be cool if NR and MMB are part of the movie(s). They already have the contract deal to work for three years. Which it’s like I guess the show will end in s12? And that deal said like they’re also part of the TWD universe prj. so maybe they also do the movie(s). Idk. For me, I would love to have Carol and Daryl in the movie(s)! I think for show business it would be even better for Gimple to have all the mains and from other shows (FTWD, TWD:WB) in the movie(s) to be part of it. Because the movie(s) is a big deal right? They gotta sell it big. But Idk how that would work. Ahh I would love it if the movie(s) is a big Rlchonne and CaryI movie. :P

-My theory..my wishes...

I think Gimple kinda also wanted the first movie to be made after s10/after Michonne left the show-to find Rick. Idk when the movie will come out in theater but some fans say winter of 2020. So with that theory, it’s like s10 finale, movie-1, s11, movie-2, s12, and this could be where everyone comes together and do movie-3 for the final ending of Rick’s story (and maybe TWD show’s series finale).

oh tv gods, so many promises and commitments. O_O

-My wish so far(or an idea I hope it goes that I have rn)is that I want Carol and Daryl to be part of the movies...like C plot of the movie. I want Michonne to be reunited in first movie or be like a B-plot star of the movie.  Idk I have these ideas of how the movie(s) will go and I keep thinking of Lord of Rings for some reason or a movie where characters travel and reunite in the end.

-So I have these ideas so far of the movies. Michonne leaves to find Rick (without the kids). There’s a lot missions and traveling Michonne had to do to get to him, make friends, and maybe once she does find him and is with him, they both fight their way back home. First movie could be about why Rick couldn’t get back to his family, his recovery from his injury, introduce these new characters that are friends and foes.(Maybe some father and son trope in it?) Since, I’m a biased Carol fan/Caryler, I think Carol and Daryl will go travel with the Grimes kids to get the kids to be with their parents. I call it the Carol’s mission. Her story’s endgame might be like being able to have the Grimes kids protected, live, and have them be with their parents.

I feel like the Carol’s mission idea might not happen because it seem like it won’t work out. Maybe Carol’s mission will work in the third movie. I just think it’s part in plan (or not and writers just want Grimes legacy in the show and ratings stuff) that plan to have Carol to look after the Grimes kids as Michonne leaves in s10. Idk why Michonne will leave without her kids..but there’s a reason...idk what. Or, I’m wrong with this kids thing. From the s10B trailer and spoilers.., it seems like it’s Uncle Daryl looking after the Grimes kids. But what about Lydia? It seems like Carol is actually gonna be the one to look after her and be a parent figure to her. Idk why it’s like the writers switched this. In s9 and s10..writers kept like mentioning that Daryl is Lydia’s parent figure. So ?? Unless it’s some kinda pre-set up to the Caryl family? Carol bonding with Lydia, and Daryl bonding with Grimes kids..= Carylydia and Grimes kids.  Dixons and Grimes kids. ??? Anyway, I feel like Caryl will be part of the movies and travel or follow Michonne’s path to get her kids to her (in third movie maybe). It would be kinda like Caryl’s New Mexico dream/endgame in a way for them.

So those are my ideas..it’s a mess but it’s on the post. :) Now I go think of those headcanons/fanfics whenever and hope the movies goes... well.

-Man the writers gotta know their themes, tropes,...I hope uh Gimple really planned this story out.

Idk what the heck is gonna happen or how or even to think it will happen. But if the movie(s) do happen, I do hope it’s way better than the SW’s sequel trilogy movies. I hope the movies have good writing and a happy ending where the Grimes family are all together.

[wholesome-lesbiab]

ok but Merle..... maybe he ain’t that bad idk

[walkedead-blog]

‘ look, it was either him or me.’ / @ michonne

apocalypse prompts. 

❛    and    i     understand    that,    ❜       after    the    world     crumbled ,    the     line     between       right     and     wrong      followed.     world    become    kill    or     be     killed ,      and     michonne     did     not     hesitate     to     choose.     she     wanted    to    live ,     to     see     past    this    ,     to     see     new    world     evolve     from     this.      but     that    didn’t    make    the    cost    of     it    all     any     easier ;     the     dead     remained    living    in     her     memories    and    followed    her    into    her    sleep ;    eyes     close     and    she    is    haunted   !       she     couldn’t     help    but    wonder     who     had     suffered     for    her     to     still    be    here ?      how    many    had     suffered   ?     was    it     worth    it ?    for     so    long ,     too     long  ,    she    had    become    like     the     corpses     who    roamed      the     earth.     woman     became    lifeless  ;      she     had     lost     more     than     just    her     family     and     her    home ,     she    had    lost    hope !     with     andrea   ,     michonne       had      found      reason     to     carry    on.     she     didn’t     let     herself     become     stiff     and    cold  ----     andrea     light     a    fire     in    her     chest.     she     wanted     to     fight ,    to     help    andrea.      and     perhaps     she     didn’t    spout     her     lifestory     to     the     other     woman ,    perhaps     she     didn’t     talk    like     the    other     woman    did.    but     it     would    all     take     time.     

the     past     day     had      been    a     blur     to     her.      it     was     stupid     going     into     the     city ,      they     knew    that ,    michonne     knew    that !     but      they      were     growing    desperate ,    they    were    running     out     of    time.     andrea       could     only     last    so     long    as      her    ‘’   cold    ‘’    grew    worse.      albeit     stupid ,     taking     the    risk     was    worth    it      as       the     two     sat     with     bag     full     of     medicine.     but     hands     are     bloodied ,     the     world     is     kill     or     be     killed  ...     right?          ❛    ------     that     doesn’t     mean      we     should     have    done     what     we     did.      he     could     have    had     a    family ,     a    group.     he      was     just     as    entitled     to     that      medicine    as     we     are.    ❜        

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Language, descriptions of blood, injury and violence. 

Chapter 15-

You tried not to let your eyes wander over to Abraham's body or to your brothers who you knew were standing somewhere behind you. 

Eventually the sun began to rise along the horizon. Beams of light shining through the tree tops before the familiar sound of the RV filled the air.

The RV pulled up a moment later, parking in the same spot it was earlier. But, the once clean RV was now covered in walker guts and blood. 

The door opened and Negan dragged Rick by the back of his jacket and dumped him in front of your group.

Instantly you knew something was wrong. He wouldn't put Rick there, he'd put him back in the line up, what was he planning? You had a deal for God sake.

"Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Negan asked, looking down at Rick who didn't seem to be hurt or injured as he slowly pushed himself onto his knees. "That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But, you're still looking at me the same damn way, like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?"

"Yes." Rick whispered, his eyes glued to the ground in front of him, his body shaking.

"Alright and here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads."

Suddenly, the Saviours guns all cocked again as you felt a barrel of a gun press against the back of your head.

You didn't dare move as you kept your eyes on Rick, but your hand was really starting to hurt now. 

The adrenaline you had earlier slowly disappearing as your body shook in anger and fear as Rick looked up in panic, taking in all the guns until his teary eyes locked with yours. You gave him a sad smile, but Rick just shook his head, unable to process what was happening.

"Kid. Right here." Negan suddenly ordered and your eyes snapped over at Carl in panic, but he didn't move as he glared at Negan from under his hat. "Kid, now." 

"You a lefty?" 

"No." Carl answered.

"Good." 

Negan began to tie his belt around Carl's left hand and your eyes widen in shock. No, he wasn't going to cut off Carl's arm. He couldn't do that. You made a deal. You made a goddamn deal and he said wouldn't hurt anyone else.

"That hurt?"

"No." 

"It should. It's supposed to. Alright, get down on the ground, kid, next to daddy. Spread them wings." Negan instructed as he grabbed Carls hat and threw it to the side before Carl got to his knees as Negan pushed him further to the ground until he was lying flat on his stomach beside Rick. "Simon, you got a pen?"

"Yeah."

Simon pulled a pen from his pocket and tossed to Negan who caught it with ease as he crouched down between Rick and Carl. He leant over and rolled up the sleeve of Carl's flannel shirt before he drew a line across the kids forearm.

"Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick whispered, his body still shaking as he looked from Carl to Negan.

"Me? I ain't doing shit." 

You and Rick to just stare at Negan in confusion, but a split second later your brains clicked as you both looked back to Carl in panic.

He was going to make Rick do it.

"Rick, I want you to take your axe and cut your son's left arm off, right on that line." Negan instructed as he stood up and took a step back from them. "Now, I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die and then you, eventually. I'm going to keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it." 

"You- you don't have to do this." Michonne stuttered, speaking up for the first time as Negan looked over at her and you nodded in agreement.

"We understand. This is our way of life now, we understand. Just don't do this." You pleated, hating how desperate your voice sounded, but Negan just shook his head.

"You understand. Yeah. I'm not sure that Rick does. I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice. Nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees, give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine. Probably." Negan continued to say as he crouched back down beside Rick. 

If wasn't for Daryl's hand still holding your shoulder you would have ran over there by now. 

"Rick, this needs to happen now or I will crush the little fella's skull myself." Negan added, but Rick just shook his head as he stared at Carl with teary eyes.

"Do something!" You whispered, glancing over your shoulder at your brothers.

They both caught your eye and stared back at you.

But, it was like you were looking at Demon Dean and Soulless Sam again, because they didn't even show any form of remorse or emotion as they turned their attention back to Negan.

"It can- It can be me." Rick stuttered.

"No. This is the only way. Rick, pick up that he axe. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? Oh my God, are you gonna make me count?" Negan asked as grabbed the axe and placed it in Rick's hand. "Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. Three!"

"Please. It can be me. Please!" Rick begged, his voice breaking as he cried.

"Two!"

"Please, don't do..." Rick trailed off as he sobbed, staring at Carl lying on the ground beside him.

You could feel tears starting to fall down your cheeks watching your best friend and his son as Daryl's hand tightened on your shoulder, like he was afraid you were going to try and charge at Negan again.

"Dad, just do it. Just do it." Carl whispered.

You watched as Rick raised the axe with trembling hands and you closed your eyes, unable to watch before Negan's voice filled the air.

"Rick." He said and your eyes snapped back open as Negan lowered Rick's arm with the axe. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" He asked and Rick frantically nodded.

"Speak when you're spoken to! You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me, right?!" Negan shouted, his hands grabbing Ricks chin to make him look at him.

"Right." Rick nodded in agreement and Negan grinned.

"Right. That is the look I wanted to see." Negan declared, letting go of Rick as he stood up and looked around at the rest of you. "We did it, all of us together even the dead guy on the ground. Hell, he gets the spirit award for sure. Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake that you get it now, that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you, that is over now."

"Ah. Sam, grab her." Negan instructed, pointing towards you.

You felt Daryl's body tense from beside you, but before either of you could do or say anything Negan continued talking.

"Dwight, load him up."

No. 

That wasn't part of the deal. 

It was just meant to be you, that was the deal. He could do whatever he wanted with you, but he had to leave the others alone.

Suddenly Sam grabbed you by the back of your flannel and wrenched you to your feet before Dwight grabbed Daryl and began pulling him towards the back of the van.

"No! That wasn't part of the deal!" You yelled, thrashing in your brothers grip, not even looking at him as you stared at Dwight who shoved Daryl inside the van before aiming the crossbow at him.

"You son of a bitch! Let him go! This wasn't the deal!" You screamed, tears of anger filling your eyes.

Suddenly, Sam pulled out a handgun and pressed it against the side of your head to get you to shut up causing you to freeze.

"You're not going to shoot me, Sammy." You responded, tilting your head towards your brother causing him to press the barrel harder against your temple.

"Don't push me." He warned, glaring down at you.

"They have guts. Not a little bitch like someone I know. I like them. They're mine now. But, you still want to try something? 'Not today, not tomorrow'? I will cut pieces off of... Hell's his name?" Negan questioned looking up at Dean who was now standing beside Sam, but making no move to help you.

"Daryl." He answered.

"Wow. That actually sounds right. I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep. Or better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me." Negan threatened, standing back up as he glanced around at the rest of you.

"Ahh! Welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits! I'm gonna leave you a truck. Keep it. Use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me. We'll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then ta-ta." Negan announced tossing Rick's axe over his shoulder.

All the Saviours began to pile into the various vehicles they had parked around the area before Sam practically threw you into the back of a van.

You landed on your back with a solid thud causing you to gasp in pain as your hand slammed against the ground. You quickly scrambled into a sitting position as you watched Sam slam the back shut and everything turned black.

You sat against the wall of the van, cradling your hand to your chest as you tried to ignore the thumping pain coming from it before the van started up and began to move. 

You tried to memories the path it took, trying to take mental notes of when you turned left or right, but everything just blurred together and you had no idea where you were.

Eventually, the vehicle stopped and a moment later the back doors opened. 

You blinked a few times to get your eyes to adjust to the light before you spotted Negan standing in the doorway staring at you with an unreadable expression.

You tried to look past Negan, taking in your surroundings, but there was no sign of Daryl anywhere or your brothers.

"Simon, take her to the infirmary to get her hand checked out." Negan instructed before he began to walk off.

Simon pulled you out the truck and began leading you towards the large building that looked like it used to be an old factory back in the day.

You didn't bother trying to fight. You were still too weak to use your powers and even if you could, you didn't want to risk Negan hurting Daryl,

Simon didn't say anything as he pulled you through the hallway, his hand like a vice around your upper arm. You knew it would leave a bruise, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your hand.

Eventually, you reached what you assumed was the infirmary as Simon roughly pushed you onto the hospital seat.

A man dressed in a lab coat grabbed a bunch of supplies from the desk behind him before he turned around and introduced himself as Dr Carson.

You figured he must have some sort of relation to the Dr Carson at Hilltop, but you didn't ask any questions.

For the most part the doctor seemed nice, but you hated how Simon stood in the doorway and watched the entire time. 

The doctor stitched up all the slices over your palm from the barbed wire before he put some kind of black brace around your left hand. He said that the brace needed to stay on for at least three weeks, but you weren't really listening because like hell you were going to be in here for three weeks. You just had to wait and bid your time, then you'd find Daryl and escape.

"Your lucky Negan has taken a liking to you, otherwise you would've been dead when you grabbed his bat. Consider yourself lucky." Simon stated as he pulled you down the hallway before stopping by a door.

You knew why Negan had taken a liking to you because whatever God had done to him, he still had vague memories of his old life. He recognised you, but he still had no idea who you were.

"Take your clothes off." Simone suddenly instructed causing your eyes to quickly snap back towards him and you shook your head. "It wasn't a question, take them off."

"That's not happening." 

"The boss said you can keep your underwear and bra, but if you keep refusing then I will make you take them off as well." 

For a few seconds you didn't say anything as you tried to figure out what to do before Simon started to make his way towards you and you quickly raised your hand.

"Okay. Okay." You said softly and the man stopped walking as you hesitantly pulled your flannel shirt off.

Simon held his hand out and you handed it to him before he nodded at you to continue.

You kicked your shoes off and unbuttoned your jeans before you pushed them down and stepped out of them.

"C'mon." Simon instructed motioning towards your tank top.

You had to bite your tongue as you fought every urge in your body to fight back before you pulled it off over your hand and tossed it at him.

Wrapping your arms around your stomach, you eyed Simon cautiously as he looked you up and down and chuckled in amusement before he unlocked the door to your left and pushed you inside.

You slammed into the wall at the far end of the room with a grunt before Simon locked the door behind you.

Everything was dark, minus the small bit of light seeping in from under the door, but other than that the room was black. 

With a sigh you leant your back against the corner as you slowly sat yourself down, leaning your back against the wall, you hugged your knees to your chest.

You closed your eyes as you thought back to the line up. 

How Negan bashed Abraham to death. How he was going to kill Daryl and then changed his mind and nearly killed Glenn. How he was going to make Rick cut off Carl's hand.... Everything was just playing through your mind on repeat as tears began to rise in your eyes again and you didn't even try to fight them as you let them trickle down your cheeks.

But, you couldn't figure out if Negan was really your father or just someone in his body... you didn't even know which option you'd rather it to be. 

You weren't sure how long you sat there, trapped with your own thoughts before the door suddenly opened again. 

You didn't even get a chance to stand up to try and escape before someone else was thrown into the room. And as quickly as it happened, the door was slammed shut again.

"Looks like I got a cellmate. You got a name?" You asked into the darkness. 

"Wait, Y/N?" A gruff voice questioned from beside you somewhere. 

You froze, recognizing that southern drawl from anywhere.

"Daryl? Oh thank God." You sighed with relief trying to look around the small room, but there was no point, you couldn't see him.

"Are ya alright? Nobody touched ya did they?" Daryl questioned, worry evident in his tone.

"I'm fine, hand is fractured apparently, but the doctor put it in some kind of brace. I'm fine, I just don't get why they took me to the infirmary, why do they care whether we're okay or not?" 

"Probably want us to work for 'em." Daryl replied and by the tone of his voice it was clear that that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"It's my father. Negan is my father." 

"What?"

"John Winchester. My father, it's Negan. I don't know how, but it's him and he doesn't remember me. I think Chuck has something to do with it." You explained.

"I thought ya killed Chuck."

"I did, but maybe he set this in motion before he died? I thought maybe it was a demon or shapeshifter in my fathers body, but my angle blade didn't do anything... it's really him. My father is alive." You rambled, feeling tears starting to rise in your eyes.

"Whatever Chuck did, that ain't ya father. The stories ya used to tell me 'bout John... he'd never do somethin' like this. This ain't your father. Don't forget that, this is a bad man, he ain't your father." Daryl insisted, but you shook your head.

"But, what if it is? Daryl... I-I don't know what to do." You stuttered, because if it really was your father, he was a murderer now, he was a bad man and how were you meant to live with that?

Daryl didn't say anything for a moment as you heard him shuffling from the other side of the room before his hand suddenly grabbed your good one and squeezed it gently.

"We'll figure it out." He whispered as silent tears trickled down your cheeks before he sat down beside you. "Your brothers though..." Daryl started to say before he trailed off.

"That's not the Sam and Dean I know." You answered, wiping the tears from your eyes before Daryl wrapped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. 

"It's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out." He said softly.

You nodded, resting your head against Daryl's bare shoulder, his other hand still holding yours as you cried.

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-Gifs used are not mine. Credit to rightful owners.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Top 5 Brotps

Ahh... to be a pair of bros trying to survive the dreadful world of the apocalypse together...to have a bro who watches your back so that walkers don’t get the drop on you, and to have a bro who is willing to actually listen to you when things are extra rough and you need support.... to probably watch your bro die a super shitty death because it’s twdg and you have no control over the situation...

Good times. 

So yeah, I wanna talk about some of my favorite brotps across this series. We tend to put more focus on romantic duos rather than friendships, so why not shine a spotlight on some platonic love, y’know? 

Also wanna note that I’m more talking canon brotps... as in I’m using what the actual games gave us rather than going off of headcanon... if that makes sense. So like, as much as I could like to put something like brotp Clementine and Mitch on the list since they’re one of my favorites to write, there isn’t enough in the actual text to justify putting them in a top 5. Understand? Cool? Cool. 

5. AJ and Tenn

I have such a soft spot for these two... which is super unfortunate since Tenn always ends up dead whenever I replay TFS because I refuse to have a dead or tongueless Louis by the end..... but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the friendship between these two before tragedy strikes. 

If you’re brave enough to not trust AJ, therefore sacrificing Louis or Violet, Tenn survives to the end of the season where he and AJ have a really nice heart to heart. If you haven’t at least watched how the scene plays out, I recommend it. 

I love the idea of AJ having someone closer to his age that he can have as a buddy, and I love the idea of Tenn learning how to be a better survivor from AJ. They can teach each other how to be better, y’know? 

Plus, it’s cute to hear AJ say that he likes Tenn the most, that he’s his first real friend. Somethin’ real wholesome about that. 

...Which again, adds to the tragedy of trusting AJ. Sigh. 

4. Javi and Tripp

I know I’ve said in the past that I wish these two could’ve had an actual romance, but y’know, we gotta accept that it’s never gonna happen in canon.... sigh. 

However, it’d be a sin to overlook the bromance these two have. 

Sure, they got off to a rocky start after Clementine kinda murdered that dude, but that doesn’t stop them from developing a friendship over the course of the season. 

One of my favorite moments between the two is when Tripp confides in Javi about his feelings for Eleanor, and in turn, Javi can explain what’s going on with him and Kate. While I disagree with the love interests actually being talked about, it’s still a quiet, real moment between them. Tripp isn’t afraid to be a bit of a poet when talking about his feelings, and Javi is supportive of that. Two bros who listen to each other? Love that. 

Also there’s something so damn tragic about Javi wanting to save his bro when Joan decides to be a proper antagonist and does the ol’ switcheroo on him. 

All in all, love this bro dynamic and will be forever salty that Tripp has two unpreventable deaths. 

3. Lee and Doug

I won’t talk too much about this one because I already covered it in my Top 5 Reasons Doug's Pretty Great, but I gotta put them on the list. So, to summarize:

Lee and Doug are the real bros of S1. Y’all thought it was Lee and Kenny? Nah man. When you’re friendship is so fragile that it could totally break with one single disagreement, then I can’t say it’s all that great. And yeah, you could argue that Doug is only Lee’s bro is you save him, and that’s true because otherwise, he’s super dead.

But after saving him, if you disagree with Doug on anything, he doesn’t immediately get all “Ya saved me ONE time, Lee! What have ya done fer me lately?? >:(” In fact, I’d argue that even if things went down differently, Doug would still be a good bro to Lee. 

So Doug wins the bro award. 

The two of them care about each other, from Lee worrying about Doug’s mental health, to Doug going out of his way to save Lee’s life at the dairy, to them having genuine feeling conversations. 

Again, want more details then go read the previous T5F. Just know that they’re best bros and I’ll die on this hill. 

2. Michonne and Pete

The Michonne mini-series gets a bad rap and that’s not okay. If you're one of many who skip this one when going through the series then shame because you’re missing out on one of the best pair of bros in this series-- Michonne and Pete. 

Listen, Michonne and Pete are great. They’re a couple of bros who have each others backs at all times, Pete cares so deeply about Michonne’s mental health and making she she has what she needs, Michonne feeling comfortable enough with Pete in confide in him about her daughters and the visions she has of them, and they’re more than willing to fight and sacrifice themselves for the other if necessary. 

Sure, they disagree on things, but their friendship isn’t built on “you have to agree with me” so they can actually work things out and be better for it. 

I just love them, okay? Pete wants her to feel like part of the crew and give her a safe space, and Michonne wants to help him in anyway she can, I just.... no one talks about them and it’s not okay. 

Go play Michonne, even if just for these two. They’re worth it. 

1. Clementine and AJ

Surprise.... but not really. 

C’mon, I think we all know that Clementine and AJ are the ultimate bros. Do I even need to explain? Probably not, but I will anyway. 

Clementine has know AJ since he was born, she has cared for him and did everything she could to get him back-- good and bad things. She could’ve said, “A baby? Fuck that.” but she didn’t, she took little baby AJ and protected and raised him. And we already know that AJ would do whatever he had to in order to protect Clementine back. 

True, the relationship isn’t perfect and miscommunication is, uh... a thing sometimes, but together they grow and become better. Even AJ makes terrible mistakes [y’know... like murder] she promises to help him atone... unless you’re one of the ones who tells him he’s justified which like no judgement or anything but..... y’know. Maybe a little side eye.

Anyway, more than that, they play off each other well and feel like two people who have know each other for years, they feel like a pair of siblings trying to survive in this shitty world and find a home together. 

And can’t forget to mention the cave scene. Not the one with James, but the one where AJ gets upset and the two of them talk some shit out. Don’t get me wrong, I love the James cave scene for how wild it is, but there’s something about the cave scene where it’s just Clementine and AJ, and the choice to trust him or not. 

Oh, and the barn scene? I mean.... c’mon. 

Over all, as far as platonic relationships and brotps go, Clementine and AJ are my favorite. Could write an essay on them and why their dynamic is one of the best parts of TFS but that’s not what we’re here to do. 

Clementine and AJ.... bros for life. 

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Honorable Mentions

- AJ and Louis.... bros even after everything that went down with Marlon and Tenn.  -Clementine and Rosie. Rosie is best girl.  -Lee and Omid. Two history nerds who should’ve have more bro-time.  -Kenny and his mustache. -Lee and Ben. Yeah, I stand by it. I won’t shut up until someone gives me my Lee and Ben buddy cop dramedy.  -Mitch and Willy until the dumb thing happened.  -Clementine and Lee would count, too, but only really the second half of s1. -Nick and Luke but only for two episodes. -Louis and Violet’s friendship routes are pretty good, too. 

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What are your thoughts? Do you agree or disagree with my picks? What are some of your favorite brotps? Lemme know! 

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 Best Executed Deaths

[swallowedflashlight]

Here are your GIFs for the writing challenge!

Prompt: “We’re in this together, alright? Me and you.”

Prompt: “They’ll listen to you — people care about what you have to say.”

Good luck and thanks for participating!💛

@crossbowking ahh first off thank you so much!! I'm gonna combine them into one and I already know I'm gonna go ahead and make this as queer as I can hfjf (also I wrote this at like 2am after not having written anything for at least to years so uhm yeah)

"shit", muttered Daryl right after violently slamming the car door shut, just at the right moment, one second later and one of the dead would have been able to get their hand between the door and grab at his shoulder.

Jesus panted heavily and collapsed in the seat next to Daryl, his bun making it slightly uncomfortable to lean his head back, but any form of rest he could take right now he wouldn't deny. He could sense the biker next to him doing the same, breathing just as hard as he was and glanced at him without moving his head, watching him from the corner of his eyes and a smile crept onto the scouts face, he could barely hold himself back from laughing.

"what you smilin' about?", Daryl muttered and turned his head slightly in his direction, an almost confused look on his face.

Paul shook his head slightly and grinned widely:"we barely made it out of that alive, just reliefed, I guess."

Reliefed to be alive? or reliefed that it was Daryl he got stuck with and not Aaron or Eric, who they were also scouting with?

he loved those two, Aaron being his - dare he say - best friend and Eric being a really nice and good to talk to person as well, but if anybody asked him who he would choose to be stuck in a car with in the middle of a herd of the dead, he would always say the scruffy looking hunter without a second of hesitation.

it was really hard to get a hold of the older man these past few weeks, the war just being over and Rick apparently needing him now more than ever to try and get the extensions of Alexandrias land going, Jesus could understand the man was busy, yet it did sadden him to be seeing him way less, they didn't - couldn't - go on their weekly scouts and hunting trips anymore.

to say he missed Daryl was an understatement.

They both started looking through the car for anything to be covering the windows with, hoping the herd would lose interest and get distracted after a while.

After they didn't find a single blanket or anything, they decided to just use their jackets, even tho it was well into fall and the car wasn't specifically warm inside.

"How long do you think we'll be stuck in here?",Jesus sighed and leaned halfway against the seat and the door, getting a better position for his bun to not be pushing against his head the whole time - and that was of course the only reason, not that he could look at Daryl better like this, their knees almost touching as he tucked his left leg under himself - and watched as Daryl pushed open the roofwindow of the car after taking a cigarette out of a pant pocket and lighting it.

"Dunno, few hours, maybe?", he mumbled over the stick in his mouth and Jesus just nodded, leaned his had against the window frame and closed his eyes.

He thought about Hilltop, how his communication desperately depended on him - not just as Maggie's right hand man, but also as a scout - to bring back supplies in the next few days.

they were slowly but surely running out, the summer harvest didn't bring them as much as they hoped it would've, and they could only ask so much of the other communities.

"we really need those supplies, we can't have the people at hilltop starving", he muttered desperately to himself, knitting his eyebrows in frustration.

Paul could hear Daryl shifting next to him, and then felt his gaze on him, so he opened his eyes and looked at him defeatedly.

"We're in the together, a'ight? me n you. Our people won't starve. we go back havin' found nothin', we'll ask Alexandria or the Kingdom, they'll help, had good harvests.", he said sternly, taking a drag from his cigarette while nodding slightly to show how sure he was.

Jesus couldn't help but sigh again, looking at the frayed hem of his shirt.

He couldn't overhear how Daryl said our people, not Jesus', but /their/ people, and that made something inside his chest ache weirdly.

"I can't ask that of them again, they already helped us so much this fall, the King and Rick have to worry about their people too."

The tracker put a strong hand on his shoulder, making him meet his eyes again, stale blue shining through his dark bangs covering half his face:"Rick's extension's almost done, already started plantin' shit, they'll spare some for us, you'll see."

"Hate to be asking this of you, but can't you ask Rick and Michonne? you've known each other for years and they'll listen to you - people care about what you have to say."

he had to drift his eyes away from Daryl's again while talking, feeling too embarrassed about his request to look at him directly, but he couldn't ask Rick himself again, if it came from the man he trusted most, he might really help the Hilltop out.

"Hey, look at me, they care about you too, you know, but 'course I'll ask"

Daryl threw him a lopsided smile and Paul couldn't help but to smile back in relief and gratitude.

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 11

I wake again with the usual start, but this time immediately regretting sitting up straight, the banging in my head making my lie back down. The second thing I felt was my foul dryness in my mouth, then I heard a soft whimper of the baby. I reached an arm out to rub his stomach, feeling it fall down, I peeped an eye open to see I was on the couch not my bed. Hhm, odd.

I slowly sat up, wondering where Cain was and seeing a light on in the kitchen I crept over trying to keep my feet soft so I wouldn’t make any noise.

Still slightly hungover I squinted at the light, and saw a peculiar sight, a sweet sight really. Daryl was rocking my nephew, feeding him a bottle. He looked comfortable holding a baby.

I leaned agents the archway, feeling something bubble in my chest. “What are you doing with my baby Dixon?” I asked, rubbing one eye that still refused to let go of sleep my body so rudely awaken me from. I smiled lazily looking at Daryl shushing Cain to be quiet. He looked up, still looking a bit tipsy with rosy cheeks and a half smile. We kept drinking long after we strolled back.

People had brought over small gifts, some pickled food, and some small jars of wine which were now empty. I was shocked to see people be exited for a baptism, I knew I small talked with most people. I had helped stich up a few people and momentarily watched a few kids here and there but I didn’t think people even knew I was here.

Daryl’s lips curled into a crooked smile “Ahh, Natasha” He wrinkled his nose, slurring the last syllable of my name. I barley grumbled a ‘Piss off’ before grabbing a glass and gulping down three of water. The water felt sweep and stopped my tongue sticking to my pallet. I filled it again and held it up for Daryl, which made up do an awkward ‘swap you a baby for a glass of water’ dance.

I bounced Cain, wanting him to keep the heavy sleepiness so he could pass out soon enough, pretending not to watch him drinking down the water. Obviously he noticed and smiling he asked “What?” I smiled back “You got a bit of ugly on your face” Daryl raised an eyebrow before walking past me towards the couch. I followed.

I watched as he took a seat, stretching out his arms over the top of the sofa. I sat next to him, being careful to not wake Cain “I have a question” He announced, like he was proud of himself. “If you’re real names Natasha, why did you say your name was Nina?” He looked like he just found my deepest secret, that he had deeply outsmarted me.

I rolled my eyes, I used to get this all the time when I was younger. “My baba called me Natasha out of this old book, but my older sister Mary-Grace couldn’t say it because she was only two or three, so she called me Nina and it stuck” I had rehearsed that line so many time before, when it was still important. He nodded, implying that it was satisfactory. I suddenly felt a chill over my arms, and pulled Cain closer to me.

I pointed behind at the woollen blanket next to Daryl “Could you grab that? Im freezing” For a second he looked bewildered, before reaching behind and lied it on my legs. I pulled Cain up so his head was by my shoulder and adjusted the blanket. I mumbled a thank you before closing my eye, but Daryl had other ideas.

I felt half the blanked come away with a tug, leaving my left side completely uncovered. “I’m fucking cold too kid, don’t be an asshole” He was still slurring his words a bit, but now I couldn’t tell if it was the drink or his accent. We sleepily wrestled about the partition of the blanket, before decided to just sit closer together. Apparently using the argument of “I have a young baby that will freeze to death and then eat you” worked on a drunk archer.

 I barley remember falling back asleep but this time I woke up slowly, my eyes unopened, and listened to Carols muffled footsteps upstairs. I slept well, slept well for the first time in a while. My eyes still closed I shifted, on hand still on Cain’s back, and I snuggled myself into the warmth.

Warmth…

Oh shit.

Fuck now I felt it, the side of my face smushed into a chest and the arm curled around my waist. I must have leaned into him in my sleep. Shit what do I do? If I move I’ll wake him up, not that I want to, I’m pretty comfy -Oh sweet jesus I can’t be thinking like this he’s my friend. This will probably be very awkward when he wakes up, should I move ? Can I move ?

I reluctantly peeked an eye open and glanced around the room. It was already light out, light enough to be at the infirmary, defiantly missed helping Maggie then. I allowed myself to shift my head up a little, to see Daryl sound asleep. He looked a lot younger actually, and his hair all ruffled up like that was sweet- Nina whats wrong with you leave him alone.

He smelt good, like oak and something distinctly man Fuck sakes Nina not the time. Oh god I’m proper snuggled up to him, he was warm. I felt my cheeks flare up, and his steady heartbeat was drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. Stop thinking about how warm he is and how sweet he looks and how he smells just so good and think danmmit !

Okay, actually how about he deals with the awkwardness of waking the other one first. I’ll just close my eyes, pretend I’m asleep, and let him deal with it.

Yeah … Good idea.

 I drifted off again, leaning into the comfort of a loose hug. This time I woke up alone, to Cain whimpering on my chest, then feeling his weight lift from me I sat up completely alert. Carol stood over me looking a bit shocked before relaxing with a smile, easing a bottle into Cain’s mouth.  

I thanked her, before grabbing some breakfast, well lunch now. Carol still held onto Cain after I’d splashed my face in an attempt to wake myself up .“Daryl’s on a run with Rick” She chimed in from behind me. Oh god, She must have seen us on the couch, Or after we came back from my little walk. Oh fuck she must think I’m a right perv… or maybe she didn’t? Maybe that’s what friends do in an apocalypse?

I rolled my sleeves up before taking Cain back. “Thanks again for last night, it was nice to let off some steam” I smiled, hoping and praying that she hadn’t seen. Her eyes narrowed for a spilt second before her face softened into a smile “It wasn’t any trouble, gives us an excuse for a few drinks”

I looked down at my boots, trying to distract myself from the embarrassment that had washed over the back of my neck “Yeah, ehh sorry about going a bit crazy”. She laughed at that  

 **

 “How’s the head Ms Natasha?” Denis sang with a half-smile, looking far too amused with herself. I put Cain down in the corner “Jesus how does everyone know that’s my first name?” I huffed. Denis laughs before clearing her throat and putting on a god awful Russian accent.

“You’re not cutting me off, Natasha Ilyinichna Irena Lebedev Price can handle her drink, she is true Russian”

I stared at her in shock, thank god I wasn’t holding the baby because I would have dropped him right there. “I did not” I barely got out a whisper. She handed me a cup of coffee, giving me a look of no sympathy. “You did”

I slowly sat down on the bed, it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve done drunk. One time I flashed my tits to a police officer, who didn’t press charges thank god.

I sipped the coffee, wincing a little at its bitterness but drinking it knowing I’ll need the energy today.

The day was actually pretty normal considering how unusual it started. Did the routine, gossiped a little about the people last night, about Carol and Tobin, when rick and Michonne would get together, how red Glenn’s face got when he drank ect.

I was boiling the equipment to sterilize them when Denis gave me a look, a look that I give to Carl whenever I figure he’s been screwing around with Enid. She fumbled with her hands for a second, leaning agents the counter next to me. “What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She hummed, looking around the room. “Remember how I said that I thought you and Daryl had a thing?” Oh shit. I nodded slowly “Yeah, what about it?” I was careful with my words, not wanting to give away how intrested I actually was on the matter.

Okay, maybe I have a tiny crush.

Denise simply cocked her head at me, like I was supposed to know where this conversation was going. I looked back, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

The doctor cleared her throat before straightening up “You guys were just pretty friendly that’s all”

My eyes followed her “I don’t kno-“my undoubtedly-would-have-been witty response was cut short by something moving in my peripheral vision, instinctively making my hand go to the knife in my pocket.

“Why ar-“I put my hand up to silence her, keeping my eye on the back room.

Could be someone just looking for help, but could be a rotter. Denisse eyes follow mine as I crept into the back room only to see Cain.

I let out a sigh of relief before glancing back, he was in a different spot to where I put him.

Thankfully Denise was there to fill in the blanks “Holy shit he’s crawling”

I froze, my eyes fixated on the clumsy movements while he moved closer toward us before stumbling a little and flopping onto his stomach.

I let out a hearty laugh before stooping down to pick him look from his armpits. Holy shit, my baby’s crawling. “Hey look what you did” I cooed, looking into his his (literal) baby blues.

**

 I burst through the door into the house dizzy with excitement and placed Cain onto the wooden floor.  I wanted to see it again.

“What are you doing?” I quickly shushed Carol, who stamped passed me to close the door into the night. Carol let out a little squeak seeing Cain flop forward again and begin to drag himself toward Daryl, who sat on a stool near the kitchen.

I gasped, still shocked at his new skill. “Aren’t you just the cleverest little thing !” Carol exclaimed, picking him up once he fell again, nearly mirroring my reaction. I chuckled bringing my figure up to rub under his chin.  “He’s gonna be the next Usain Bolt I betcha”

 **

It was just me and Daryl playing a game of poker on the couch that evening. I had put Cain down after his feed about twenty minutes ago and Carol had gone to see Tobin when she thought none of us would notice.

Honestly we were both a bit awkward once it was only us, so Daryl offered a game. It helped, we were back to our usual snarky remarks and sideways glances after the first round. Neither one of us had mentioned this morning, which was fine.

Totally fine.

…

Maybe I wanted to talk about it, maybe I wanted to know how he felt about it.

…

Maybe Denis was right and I had a major crush.

His laugh brought me out of over thinking. His eyes lit up as placed a full house down in front of my eyes. “Awh fuck you Dixon” I snarled, trying to force down a laugh at his exited face. Daryl’s green eyes scrunched up with joy “You’re just Jealous Dolly that you’re crap at this game” My chest fluttered with the new nickname.

He was right. I was crap.

“Dolly?” I grumbled, giving him an eye while I reshuffled the cards. “Like Dolly Parton?” He smiled again, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile so much. I liked it.

Daryl didn’t even get an answer out before I joked “Just because of the blonde hair and big tits?” My turn to smile. Daryl’s ears turned a bright red before shaking his head. “Nah” His eyes were not fixated on his cards, his long fingers fumbling trying to put them in order. “You’re just always singing her that’s all”

I hummed, accepting that excuse. But it was definitely because of my blonde hair and tits.

We were quiet for a time, focusing on the game, and once it became clear that I was once again going to lose I tried to distract him “How was the run today?” I asked, looking up from my cards to see his brow furrowed in concentration.

He took a moment to respond. “Shit, found a big truck full of supplies that ended up in a lake”

That took me back and I let my cards go limp. Daryl’s shoulders slumped a little, obviously not something he wanted to talk about.

We played for another round before my nattering was interrupted with a  sudden question.

“Do you want to stay?” Daryl didn’t look at me, kept his eyes fixated on his cards I scanned his face, wondering why he was asking. I dropped my cards, suddenly feeling the room become serious. “Well I want Cain to grow up safe, and Denise needs me in the infirmary and-“ He cut me off “I know a roamer when I see one Nina” His chest rose and fell

“You’re saying you have to stay, but do you want to?” He looked at me, his eyes filled with something, something close to desperation.

The same desperation that was reflected mine the past few days. I let out a shaky breath, feeling myself my heart thumping in my chest “I’m starting to” his eyes darted down to my lips for a fraction, and I bit my own. We just sat there looking at each other for what felt like a lifetime, my mind racing and stopping at the same time.

I don’t know who leaned in first or whose hands reached out first but in an instant our lips met, and his hand was on my cheek. It was slow, like neither one of us was sure it was a good idea, but perusing anyways. 

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Save Me: Chapter 56 - Blame Me

~Hey guys! Chapter 56 is out now :) Check it out and lemme know your thoughts. Have a great week <3~

Molly reunites with Lydia as they talk about their lost loved ones while Negan shows an act of selflessness when he saves one of the Alexandrians.

Once the meeting was over, the snow fell heavier and heavier with every increasing minute so there was no time to waste.

I had to trust that Gabriel would keep Negan safe and unharmed while I went to Hilltop.

I couldn't even kiss him goodbye but instead we all parted ways, running in different directions to our vehicles.

Michonne and I hopped in a car together and drove for Hilltop, while Yumiko and Daryl drove in the opposite direction for the Kingdom.

Petrol was becoming more scarce these days so we anticipated that our car wouldn't make it the entire journey and we were right.

After about an hour's drive, the snow made the wheels slid and it became more unsafe than necessary.

We hopped out of the car, grabbed our bags and treaded through the storm.

Michonne and I linked arms as the snow began to blind us.

I knew that we weren't far from Hilltop now but I stopped dead when I heard a scream and we saw shadows running across a hill in the distance.

'You go! I'll see what the scream was' I yelled to Michonne as we parted ways.

I held my knives out and tried to shield my eyes from the ice as it cut against my face.

'Agh' I grunted as I felt pellets of ice cut my skin making it bleed.

The scream got louder so I knew I was close.

I crossed a bridge and it wasn't until I was inside it and sheltered that I realised this was where I first found Lydia and then it hit me.

'Lydia!' I screamed as I ran towards the sound.

I came across an icy lake where a couple walker bodies lay frozen.

Blood seeped from their heads so they were freshly killed, Lydia must be close.

Just as the blizzard started to subside, I saw her.

She was knelt down and her arm was uncovered hovering in front of the mouth of a snapping walker.

'Lydia' I said softly as I saw her intention.

She wanted to end her life.

She turned her head briskly to look at me, tears flowed down her face as she shook.

She started to slowly lower her arm as she pulled her gloves back on.

She stood back up slowly as I just stood still, she walked over to me, guided the knife in my hand to position over her heart.

'Please just kill me, everything will be better once I'm gone' she said tearfully.

'This is how you keep from losing anyone else. Please Molly, please just do it. Do it for Tara, I'm sorry it has to be you but it does' she pleaded as she moved the knife closer.

I just watched her in disbelief, tears flooding to my eyes when she mentioned Tara.

'I'm too weak, just like my mother says' she begged.

My heart broke when she said this, little did she know that she was one of the strongest people I knew.

I gripped the knife firmly, seeing a walker approach from behind her, I moved Lydia out of the way and plunged it into its frozen skull.

I turned back around as we both cried.

'You're not weak Lydia, you're one of the strongest people I know. I need you to know that I don't blame you. T-Tara's death is not on you' I cried as my voice stumbled over saying her name.

Lydia ran to me in relief and wrapped her arms around me as she cried into my chest.

I stroked her hair as I smiled weakly through my tears and said softly, 'shh everything will be okay'.

'But Carol hates me, if only I'd left with Henry when he asked me too' she said sobbing.

I crouched down in front of her and put my knives away.

'Carol does not hate you, do you hear me? No one blames you for this, you're family now Lydia' I said seriously, wanting to make it clear that she never had to feel that way again.

She smiled gently when I reassured her.

I could tell she was starting to get cold so I said 'c'mon, we should get out of here and find Michonne' as I held her hand and we ran out back over the bridge to the hill.

Once we made it to the hill I saw a group in the distance and ran with Lydia to meet them.

It was Michonne, she had found the others.

I greeted Earl, Adam, Luke, Cindy, Alden, Magna, Kelly, Connie and saw the truck of other residents close behind them.

'Alright, I'll do a headcount then we're golden' I yelled to they could hear me through the harsh wind.

'Lydia, you stay with Michonne okay?' I said smiling at her as she nodded.

I made my way through everyone and found that all my people were there and accounted for.

'It's good to have you back boss' Luke said as he smiled at me.

'Good to be back' I replied as I ushered everyone forward.

'Alright, everyone link arms with someone. We'll walk two by two' I shouted as everyone linked up and followed my lead.

'Weapons up at all times, just in case some of the assholes decide to ambush' I said sternly which made Michonne smile slightly to see my energy back.

I don't even know where it came from, I just felt like Tara was somehow guiding me or standing by my side.

I didn't need to link with anyone because I felt her next to me and that gave me the strength to carry on.

Daryl's POV//

I walked next to Carol once we found the Kingdom people.

'Molly wanted Lydia here, when no one else did. She's a good kid' I said.

I could tell that losing Henry had destroyed her.  

'Every time I look at her, all I see is him' she replied sadly.

'What do you see when you look at me?' I asked as I turned to look at her.

'I see you' she said as she linked my arm.

'What about Ezekiel?' I asked quietly.

'I just can't, he reminds me of Henry too' she replied.

I looked straight ahead to see Ezekiel and Jerry both turned around on their horses to look at us.

'Hey boss, winter's taken a nosedive, we got a mother of a storm coming' I heard Jerry say.

'We gotta travel through the night if we have any hope of getting to the waste station before it hits' Ezekiel replied.

We would have to stop at the Sanctuary to rest before we carried on back to Alexandria and by the looks of the snowfall, the storm was gonna come on strong.

Negan's POV//

We made it to the church.

Judith happily dredged through the snow with Dog on a leash as we almost made it inside, the damn thing darted forcing Judith to let go as it ran off barking at some shit.

Judith was about to run after it but I stopped her and brought her inside.

I sat down on a chair as we sat for what felt like hours.

'I swear to god, I have memorised every square inch of this room' I said in complete boredom.

'Yet it still feels like a party!' I shouted as a smile creeped across my face.

I chuckled to myself as Rosita came over to fasten my ties to the wooden beam.

'Yeah, a never-ending party from hell' she said smiling sarcastically.

I chuckled more to see that I had gotten to her.

'I mean sure alright, it smells like a goddamn barn and y'all are bored shitless but-' I started until Judith interrupted.

'Language!' Judith yelled from her seat by the window.

I smiled.

'Sorry, sorry kiddo, but I mean, we've got ourselves this hot little love quadrangle here to entertain us. It's like Christmas to me!' I said chuckling as I saw all of their unamused faces.

'Maybe they're just as miserable at Aaron's or Barbara's' Siddiq said mockingly.

'Mm' Rosita chimed in.

'Gabe, your girl's doc is also your girl's baby daddy which begs the question, you ever wonder what the hell is goin' on in there when she has her 'appointments'' I teased.

Gabe came closer and said 'you could try and be a little less predictable'.

I touched my chest mockingly and said 'ahh that hurts Gabe, truly'.

'You know we're all grownups here and none of us would ever let that ruin the longstanding friendships and mutual respect we have' he said seriously which made me laugh.

I sighed and faux looked serious, saying 'you know what you are right, that is a very mature attitude father...not the father'.

I chuckled to myself, saying 'is that unpredictable enough for you'.

Judith rolled her eyes as she kept looking out the window, while Eugene smiled a bit at my comment.

'Jude, don't sit so close to the window' Siddiq said to Judith which made her come over as Rosita wrapped a blanket over her and RJ.

'Hey kiddo, you still worried about that mutt?' I asked softly.

'Daryl told me to take care of him while he helped the Kingdom. I don't know where he is' she said sadly.

I was about to suggest I look for him until I smelled something odd.

It was like gas or alcohol.

'Anybody else smell somethin'?' I asked worriedly.

'Can you stop being such an asshole?' Siddiq threatened.

I ignored him, knowing I was right.

'No he's right, something does smell funky in here' Rosita said as she looked around the room.

Eugene suddenly smelt it and shot up.

'Get away from there!' he yelled as he pulled Gabriel and Siddiq away from the fireplace.

It exploded a large flame as an eruption vibrated through the room.

All light was taken out, only leaving our torches.

Eugene stood back up, Siddiq and Gabriel were unharmed and went to inspect the flute.

He examined it with a torch and said 'as I suspected, chimney flute's completely gunkified, what singed your nostrils earlier was no doubt a toxic mixture of creosote and H2O. Blizzard's done some tearing and blaring. Chimney's ventilation capabilities are null to none, it'd be unwise to spark up another blaze lest we plan on ceasing all respiratory functions aka smokin' and chokin'.

I smiled in admiration, saying 'God I missed you Eugene'.

He breathed heavily and said nervously, 'can't say the same'.

'You know without a fire, we'll never get these people warm enough' Siddiq said to Rosita.

She sighed and replied 'yeah we should leave before the temperature drops any lower'.

'Okay folks, contingency plan, we're going to Aaron's house. It'll be tight quarters but we'll make it work' Gabriel shouted gathering the attention of everyone, including me.

They all started to walk out of the church as I said 'seriously?! Not one of you assholes is gonna untie me?!'.

'We could tell Michonne it was an accident' Rosita said happily as Gabriel rolled his eyes and untied my hands.

We were all made to walk single file across the compound but you could barely see shit in the storm.

Judith was just in front of me and she darted when she heard Dog.

'Judith!' I yelled after her as I instinctively ran after her.

I couldn't see my own feet in this blizzard and I could only hear the whistling of the wind.

I continued to yell after Judith as I paced around aimlessly.

Other's yelled 'Judith!' as they also searched for her.

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The 100 rewatch in prep for season 7

204

-ayeee Thelonious!

-Clarke is about to meet Lexa

-ugh Bellamy just fucking beat Finn’s ass.

-Raven is so strong!!!!! I love her character so much and the writers really fucked her up for me.

-THROW FINN OFF THIS GOD DAMN CLIFF, BELL.

-see how this person speaks English?? She’s not a warrior. (Lincoln said that only Warriors speak English a couple episodes ago)

-ugh I forgot about Wick. Why does his character irk me???

-okay Bell 😍 courageous baby

-how did this girl even get on the side of this mountain. You can’t tell me that’s where she landed from the crash and LIVED?

-Raven 🥺🥺🥺 my little baby

-oh fuck I forgot about acid fog

-fuck I love Murphy so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 look at how fucking tight he was holding it. I really want to see more murphamy (brotp not otp) in s7

-“damn Thelonious is ripped” -my boyfriend

-damn Clarke what’re you gonna do? Drag Anya around?? Lmao

-is this where I start liking Murphy?? Can we also just talk about his glow up?? Lol

-ahh I was right Clarke did just drag her around.

-wow I want them to take a dip in the lake so bad.

-I think it would be so cute if they just put a scene like in TWD where Michonne found toothpaste, like that would’ve been cute can I have a bellarke toothpaste scene?

-ahh her name is Byrne. Can she go?

-Thelonious mf Jaha. I love him so hard.

-look at how nasty they are can they just take another dive into the dam 😂

-wow they really shot Anya like that. And then Clarke.

-I wonder what stations they’re from? Like she could be like “stop I’m Clarke” but anyone could say that, like the identifier would be “I’m Clarke from _____station” right? Not every guard knows Clarke griffin or whatever.

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10x16+, Connie, and NM thoughts

We got spoilers from DearTVshow about the finale...or ep 16.

So #TWDSpoilers ... about Caryl, *NM*, Connie, etc.!

*pro Caryl post.

ok yeah I have a lot more thoughts from the TWD news and spoilers. okaaay. 

So from DTV, the source said Connie is alive but only audience knows and it’s real quick.

--“I’m told that no one knows Connie is alive when the viewers first see her. Also, Carol & Daryl make up, with a hug, but no canon. And New Mexico is mentioned once again.”

--“Caryl has a big reunion hug on par with ‘No Sanctuary’. Daryl asks if her revenge is done. And she says "Well, I’ll never have what I want"

Daryl then says: "You have me...and New Mexico is out there still." And then Carol says “they have some things to do first”  

Ok my first thought is that I was surprised to learn Connie was alive and was thinking what are the writers are doing with the Connie/Magna cave plot and what will they do with Connie later on. Long ago, I made a post that I’m like in the middle of what I want with Connie. Still am, I guess, I hope writers write Connie like a Sasha than like a Beth. Sasha is more like a her own character and isn’t propping for a ship. Anyway I hope it means we get more sister bonding with Connie and Kelly. Idk what s11 will be like but just want smart and respectful writing. 

So, with that C/M cave plot, it then makes me worried about Magna and other fans are worried about Kelly (kill off sister pairing trope). But in the finale spoilers/pictures, it seems they’re also both safe too!   I think so...I think Magna is safe. There’s a promo pic of her after the horde moment. I think that instagram pic from GN of walkers eating a person is Beatrice(Oceanside lady). I think I saw someone pointed out she got the same bright blue shirt on. Anyway, yeah that crazy cave-plot is done with and is dumb. No one died from it..from TWD a horror show lol. It’s all really ends up being a plot to make Caryl/Carol angst, which the s10 is mostly about.

Like I thought, if Connie is alive it would be a short scene based on filming tracking. And therefore it’s a short scene for Connie reveal. I’m surprised only fans will learned about it. Maybe she's at Commonwealth idk and in 10C or s11 the comic plot of Michonne reuniting with her daughter will play out but with Connie and Kelly. I guess that’s what will happen but sigh ..it’s like down playing the comic version. Plus ..they kinda ruin the surprise too..? (Sorry.. it’s just comic Michonne’s story and that plot was everything. But I guess TV Michonne will do something like that too. Whatever.. from the comics it was so meaningful for comic-Michonne!) 

Anyway, the more I think about Connie’s alive reveal the more it’s like meh. It’s like writers just...still ..write her like a minor character. Idk if they could’ve done more or not but meh. She’s alive but no one knows...so ... no one cares? We get closures from characters, we get Caryl forgiving each other, but they don’t know about Connie. It’s like it doesn’t matter Connie lives or not, character’s stories are fine. I also think ..to think of s10B of Connie’s story, she doesn’t have that good ending in s10. It’s like half there and meh. Maybe other characters will mention Connie in ep 16, it would be a nice lil wrap up for Connie fans. I’m just saying it’s kinda crap writing for Connie fans. But whatever, she’s alive and there’s 10C. Eh. I hope the real reveal scene on the show will be better..like she’s at Commonwealth so then it’s like moving the plot forward. 

ETA. spoiler from instagram, Connie is revealed alive and wakes up and sees Virgil ..in time to save her I guess. That’s it...I guess. I’m glad there’s more to move the plot. But Idk where Virgil and Connie will go to..or when? Maybe they show up in ASZ later. Oh I guess we won’t get mentions of Michonne in ep 16. It would be later I guess when they’re in ASZ to talk about Michonne and the plan on finding Rick. eh wish it was on ep 16. So about Caryl. I'm so glad Caryl will talk it out and he mentions NM!  Even when they don't know about Connie being alive. It's a real forgiving scene between them. Someone said that he was mostly upset in 10b because of Carol’s actions and it’s proves..that it is what is about. Seriously s10 is so Caryl - season. Daryl is all about Carol this season. omg. shoo haters. (haters are weird..can they be real and if they don’t like how it’s going ..i mean if it’s me, I would’ve quit the show.) Anyway, I’m like LOL at the haters. I just omg like from the spoilers, Caryl forgave each other, made up, had a great hug, Daryl saying “you have me ..and let’s go to NM.”, all while they think Connie’s dead. sheesh. It really doesn’t look good for DCon shippers. whatever. 

I’m curious how the Caryl scene will go and all and how s11 will go. :3 So yeah they got stuff to do first = which makes me think of how s11 is the final season and writers got stuff to do. Wrap up character stories and stuff. Idk what they will do with them and Grimes kids and whatever the main story/Rick’s story will go. Also s11 is a long season and idk what they’ll do. Plus s10C lol. I can’t speculate.  

They mentioned NM again! My thoughts on “New Mexico”. Since we learned about the spoilers and the spin-off show, the moment is a clear foreshadowing moment. Like for real, they will run away together. It’s not some end of the series idea wishful hopeful moment. idk the word. Like they’re legit leaving ASZ. 

So the more I think about it and I’m just wondering why “New Mexico”? It just seems oddly already answered or so. Like ok here’s a plot and let’s go. I wish there’s some reason or build up to it why NM. Idk. Maybe Daryl will explain more why he wants to go there.  I also think, unpopular opinion?, maybe they won’t go to NM but it’s the idea~~ and that NM means they will travel away together. I’m speculating about the overall story of TWD/Rick movies ..., so maybe the writers want Caryl to travel and help out in some way for Rick/’s plan, in the spin-off show. Maybe part of CRM is in like Texas, so Caryl is like well ok we’ll do it, we’ve been wanting to travel so let’s go to Texas.   Or, it’s in s11 finale when Idk everyone kinda knows about Rick and CRM situation, maybe like Michonne will say (idk) we need someone to find supporters for Rick against CRM elsewhere-NM or Michonne will say Rick is out there in the west somewhere, we need someone to search for him in the west, Caryl is like let’s go to NM first.

I also wonder how spin-off is the Caryl spin-off show is. Will it only be Caryl-shippy? The Dixons-with Lydia and Dog? or Caryl and Grimes kids too? Caryl and others from s10-not so shippy/drag on slowburn? So far I’m leaning toward Caryl - shippy and (maybe Lydia, Grimes kids and Dog) will be there. I actually want Caryl with Grimes kids and Lydia and Dog. But idk. sigh TWD overall planning there... What about the kids?

Idk. It’s all whatever writers want to do with Rick’s story, s11 and the spinoff show. It’s all hard to predict and kinda hard to not get hopes up ahh.  I can kinda imagine Daryl giving Dog to Connie in s11 if Dog is not included in Caryl spin-off show. I think Grimes kids could stay with Maggie, Aaron, or others at Commonwealth or ASZ. Idk about Lydia, maybe she stays in ASZ or Hilltop.