#HE NEEDS TO COME WITH A WARNING CAUSE I JUST SPAT CHEERIOS ALL OVER MY SCREEN

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[wolferine]

Unforgivable - Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When the reader loses their temper, it causes them to commit an act they can never take back...

Warnings: Violence, blood, torture, death

Word count: 2372

Part 1

Tags: @yeetus-thyself @phoenixofash @lilclownx @yeeterthekeeper @alessiapn @diaryoflife

AN: Please read to the end before you come after me. :)

Everything is a blur. The last thing you remember is cradling Natasha in your lap and seeing the pain of betrayal in her eyes. You did this to her. You couldn’t control your anger and now she had a bullet—shot out of your gun—in her back. You hurt her and there was no way you could ever forgive yourself for that. 

You finally let Tony get close enough to take care of her, because you realized you don’t deserve her anymore. 

You run away from the Avengers Tower, your leg slowing you down, but you don’t care. Each step feels like a knife rubbing against your bone, but even that’s not enough to distract you from the pain in your chest. It feels like someone has torn you open, ripped your heart out of your ribcage, and thrown it into a bonfire.

But you have no one to blame than yourself.

Tears stream down your face as you stumble through the streets, eventually finding some privacy in a nearby forest. Your sobs echo through the trees as you crawl hand over hand, your uniform shredding open on bushes and branches. The trickle of a creek calls to you and you dunk your bloody hands in the freezing water, desperate to wash yourself of your failures.

You can’t believe what you’ve done.

The scene of Natasha falling to the floor plays over and over in your head and you would pay anything to unsee it. You curl into a ball, wiping your nose on your knees. You deserve all the pain and misery for your actions. You’re so caught up in your head, thinking about all the ways you can punish yourself, that you don’t notice the group of men sneaking up on you from behind.

“Over there! Over there!” 

“By the creek, see?”

“Wait—that’s an Avenger?”

“Looks like someone had a bad day.”

“Hey, Y/N.”

At the sound of your name, you finally lift your head, only for the butt of a shotgun to slam into your face. Your nose breaks and blood fills your mouth. You turn away, not even interested in protecting yourself. If they killed you, you would thank them.

“Aw, come on. At least give us a reaction,” someone says.

The shotgun butt smashes against the back of your head and you wouldn’t be surprised if it cracked your skull. Someone kicks your leg where you were shot, and you bite your lip to hold back a scream.

“Well, this is anti-climactic.”

“Hey, if it makes our job easier, I’m not gonna complain.”

“I still think Hammer’s weird for wanting Y/N over the other Avengers.”

“Given the circumstances, he couldn’t really be picky—”

“Stop standing around and get to it!” someone yells. 

The men surround you, punching and kicking every inch of you. The bulletproof vest of your uniform does little to lessen the impact of their blows. You feel bruises forming along your ribs and your rattling teeth bite your lips bloody. It doesn’t take long for you to black out and the peace is blissful.

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Sometime later—you have no idea how long—you jolt awake, finding yourself strapped to a metal chair in the middle of a dark, concrete room. A man in glasses and a gray suit with white gloves stands in front of you. 

“Hello, I’m Justin Hammer,” he says, offering a hand, then withdrawing when he realizes your arms are tied to the chair. “Sorry, force of habit.”

You stare at him. Your tongue pokes around the inside of your mouth and you notice some teeth are missing. There is a painful crick in your neck every time you try moving your head and every breath you take feels like a razor blade scraping the inside of your lungs.

“You’ve probably never heard of me, but I’m very familiar with you and your work with the Avengers. But the reason I have you here today is to talk about this man.” Hammer pulls out a folded photograph from his pocket and shows it to you.

It’s Tony Stark, but you have no desire to even think of that man anymore.

“Your best friend, right?” Hammer teases and you curl your lip at him. “What’s wrong? He’s the one who got you a spot on the team, isn’t he?” You look away from him. “I heard what he did to your girl,” he continues. “That must’ve felt like the betrayal of the century.”

“What?” you ask, confused as to what he’s referring to.

“I heard about what happened at the Avengers Tower. So tragic.” Hammer crumples Tony’s photograph and drops it on the floor. “Romanoff didn’t deserve that.”

“W-What are you talking about? Is she okay?” Your bottom lip quivers in fear.

Hammer kneels in front of you. “She’s dead, Y/N.”

“No, no…” You feel like he’s punched you right through the chest. “T-That’s not possible.”

“I’m sorry. I know she meant a lot to you.” Hammer stands again.

“How do you even know what happened at the Tower?” Given its security, there was no way news like that reached the public. At least not the truth of it. Maybe Hammer was just trying to mess with you.

Hammer motions behind him and a blonde woman steps forward from the shadows. Her face jolts your memory, but you don’t remember exactly where from.

“Recognize her?” Hammer asks. “She actually works for me, but she’s been pretending to be a SHIELD agent for some time now. She was right outside the door when your little spat with Stark went down.” Your mind flashes back to when you returned from the mission with Natasha. On your way to the private Avengers’ quarters, you remember passing the same blonde woman right outside the door.

“She heard everything that happened inside,” Hammer says as the blonde woman retreats into the darkness again.

“N-Natasha’s…She’s…She’s not dead,” you stammer.

Hammer shakes his head. “She went into surgery after Stark shot her, but due to the placement of the bullet, there were some complications and she coded on the table. They couldn’t revive her. That part was all over the news.”

You feel so sick you want to vomit. “I…I killed her?”

“No. You didn’t kill her. Tony Stark killed her.”

You start gasping for air, only worsening the pain in your chest. “No—But—He—I’m the one who pulled the trigger—”

“But you weren’t aiming for her. You were aiming for Stark, and he’s the one who deflected the bullet into her,” Hammer says. “He’s also the one who sent you two on that mission to begin with, wasn’t he? The reason you lost your cool and pulled your gun out? Think, Y/N. All of this is Stark’s fault.”

But the sadness of thinking you’ve killed Natasha is too overwhelming. You can’t focus on anything but your own guilt. You will burn in hell for this and you won’t even mind.

“Listen to me, Y/N!” Hammer snaps, striking you across the face. His rings cut into your cheek and blood fills your mouth. “I hate Stark just as much as you do. He’s been my business rival for years and I need someone to help me take him down. Who better than you, a former friend of his, who knows how to hit him where it hurts?”

You start crying at the thought of having to exist in a world without Natasha Romanoff.

Hammer tries getting your attention by slapping you again, but you’re unresponsive. You’re too lost in your grief to process anything he’s saying, and eventually he gives up, promising to come back another time to reveal his master plan to you.

It takes an entire month before he can even communicate with you. Your depression is all-consuming and their threats on your life have no effect. They’re startled to learn you actually enjoy the torture because you believe you deserve it after what you did to Natasha. But Hammer is relentless and finally figures out how to manipulate you into his bidding.

Six months after your capture and the accident, you finally crack. Your agony and pain turns into pure rage and hatred for Tony Stark. You can’t bring Natasha back, but you can get revenge on the man who took her life. After training with Hammer’s technology, which is almost as advanced as Tony’s, you’re deemed ready to be let out in the real world. Hammer personally asks for your help to kill Tony Stark, and it’s an offer you accept gladly.

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Three months after the accident…

Natasha wakes up and looks to her right, disappointed to see the bed still empty. She’s tricked herself into believing that one day you’ll show up, ready to pick up the pieces and continue where you left off. But nothing has been the same since you left.

She sits up and turns the lights on. She scoots to the edge of the bed and carefully lifts her body into the wheelchair parked there.

The bullet had struck her lumbar spine, shattering her L1 vertebrae and paralyzing her from the waist down. Tony requested help from the best doctors he knew, but even the greatest modern advancements couldn’t repair her spine. He had personally designed her wheelchair, and she knows she should be grateful to still be alive, but she’s never felt so helpless and alone. 

After the accident, you ran off and no one could locate you. Secretly, she held onto the hope you would return one day, but she knows your guilt and shame are keeping you away. She wants to tell you that it wasn’t your fault and that she doesn’t hate you, but you’re not even giving her that chance.

Tony made the public announcement that Black Widow had retired from the Avengers. No one knew she had been paralyzed, nor that you had unofficially resigned from the team. Without you, without Black Widow, Natasha didn’t know who she was anymore.

She leaves her bedroom and goes into the kitchen. Tony arranged most of the food and dishes down to her new height but she feels like she’ll never adjust to not being able to stand anymore. She locates a bowl and a box of cereal and rolls over to the table. She chokes down dry Cheerios and pours her second bowlful when Tony walks in.

“Thank God you’re finally up,” he says. “When you’re done, I have something to show you.”

“Y/N?” She perks up.

“Uh…no…”

Natasha knows Tony blames himself just as much as she does for her accident, but it wasn’t his fault either. She wrestled between anger and guilt, sometimes blaming you, sometimes blaming him. But in the end, it’s easier to blame herself. She should have stopped you the moment you took out your gun, regardless of whether or not you pushed her. But she got so caught up in the moment she froze, and now she was paralyzed and you were gone.

“Just come down to my workshop, okay?” Tony disappears again.

With nothing better to do, Natasha takes the elevator down to Tony’s workshop. She doesn’t visit often, but when she does, she’s always impressed by his latest inventions and gadgets. She rolls down the aisle of old Iron Man suits displayed in glass cases, admiring the subtle differences in each one.

“Where are you, Tony?” she calls.

“Over here!” He waves her down from the other end. “I’ve been working on this for a while, and I know it’s a little premature, but I couldn’t help myself.” Tony stands next to another Iron Man suit, but it doesn’t quite look like it will fit him.

The suit is curved to fit a woman, black and red instead of Tony’s iconic red and gold. Natasha sees a red hourglass emblazoned on the belt buckle.

“What…What is this, Tony?” she asks, tears in her eyes.

“It’s an Iron Widow suit,” he says. “Or, whatever you want to call it. You’ll have to get in and test it out for yourself, but it’ll allow you to walk again and…be an Avenger again.”

Natasha wishes she could throw herself into his arms, but pulls him down to her level instead. “Thank you,” she whispers, wiping her face. She never thought she would be able to serve as an Avenger again, but she’ll take the opportunity if it means taking her mind off recent events.

“Ready to try it out?” Tony presses a button on the side of the suit and the suit opens up, bending into a crouched position so Natasha can get in it like a chair.

 She smiles for the first time since the accident.

 “I am.”

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Six months after the accident…

Natasha is in the gym, lifting dumbbells on a bench when Tony walks in. Although she now has a legitimate excuse for skipping leg day for the rest of her life, she now has to make sure her upper body is twice as strong to make up for it.

“Look who decided to slide through my DMs this morning,” Tony says, shoving his phone in her face.

Midnight. Central Park Carousel. Come alone.

The text was from you.

“Oh, my God,” Natasha says, setting the weights down. You haven’t even texted her since the accident, and she’s a little hurt you didn’t reach out to her first. “What’s this about?”

“I have no idea.” Tony shrugs. “I know it says for me to go alone, but since it’s from Y/N, I wanted to ask if you wanted to tag along.”

“Of course.” In a way, Natasha feels like the text is really meant for her. Central Park was where you had asked her to be your girlfriend. That couldn’t be a coincidence.

“I’ll need you to be on your A-game. We have no idea what Y/N’s been up to these past six months. I don’t know if you’re gonna like what we find,” Tony says.

Natasha has spent countless nights wondering where you’ve been and what you’re doing. Now she has the chance to find out. “It’s going to be okay, Tony,” she says.

He shakes his head. “Just so you know, I’m praying more for you than me right now.”

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AN: I never went to medical school, so forgive my medical inaccuracies.

[etoileholland]

My devilish darling boy

Anonymous asked: Dad!tom’s kid accidentally ruins the new script for his movie after finishing it and is reluctant to tell the truth when they see how mad he gets at the boys thinking one of them did it. Also I love you😘❤️

Pairing: Dad!Tom x female reader

Warnings: an argument & some bad words throughout

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I love you too and I really hope you enjoy! Requests/prompts are always open so don’t hesitate to send some in 💛

(photo not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner)

“You can watch over Luca, right?” You asked as you grabbed your purse from the table by the door. You were going off to a business luncheon and you couldn’t bring yours and Tom’s two year old son Luca with you.

“Yes darling, I’m plenty capable of watching over our son. Actually, I’m planning on visiting my parents so they can watch over Luca while my brothers read the script.” He replied as he helped you put on your jacket.

“That’ll be nice, he loves to go visit grandma and play with Tessa.”

“He sure does.” He grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but I gotta go.” You looked down at your watch, letting out a sigh. “Shit, I’m gonna be late. Just make sure you watch over Luca, I mean it.” You pointed your finger at him and closed the door behind you.

I can do this, he thought. He looked over to see Luca sitting on the floor with his pacifier in his mouth. He smiled at his son, walking over to scoop him up onto his arms, before kissing him on the cheek. Luca had inherited Tom’s curly brown hair but inherited your eyes, and Tom loved that.

“C’mon baby boy, let’s go see grandma.” He stated and his son buried his head into his chest.

—

A twenty minute drive later, Tom and Luca were parked outside of the Holland residence. He got Luca out of his car seat and proceeded to knock on the door. After a second, the door swung open to see his mum beaming at him.

“Honey, it’s so good to see you. And how’s my darling little angel doing?” Nikki cooed as Tom passed off Luca to her so she could hold him. He put his arms around her neck and giggled lightly.

“The boys are sitting in the office waiting to read your script, so I’ll watch over my precious grandson.” She tickled him lightly which caused him to giggle some more.

“Thank you mum, trust me I appreciate it.” He kissed her on the cheek and entered the house, immediately being tackled by Tessa.

“Tessa darling I’ve missed you!” He petted her behind the ears and rubbed her belly; her tail wagged happily as he gave her some love. After a minute he got back up and walked into the office, where Sam and Harry were awaiting his arrival.

“Hey guys.” He said as his brothers stood up to give him a hug.

“Where’s the little one?” Sam inquired.

“With mum, she’ll watch over him while we’re working.” Tom said as he pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Good, we don’t need any distractions. Now gimme that script, I’m dying to read it.” Harry snatched it from Tom’s hand and plopped back down into his chair.

Two long hours later, the boys were done reading it.

“Wow Tom, I never thought I would say this but you’re actually talented.” Harry spoke up and leaned back in his chair.

“He’s right, that was actually super good. That twist at the ending was pure genius.” Sam added with a chef’s kiss, and Tom laughed

“Although the spelling errors in this are astronomical. How the hell did you even make it through sixth form?” Harry remarked and was met with a swift punch to the arm.

“Ouch.” He rubbed his bicep and Tom held his finger up to his mouth to shush him. “Did you hear that?” He stated in a hushed tone. The boys looked at each other, their ears perking up as they heard a crying in the distance. The crying grew louder, and they looked up to see Nikki standing in the doorway with Luca in her arms.

“Darling, I think Luca misses you. He won’t stop crying so do you mind taking a break and tending to that right now?” Nikki asked as Tom walked closer to her before grabbing his son from her arms.

“Angel, what’s the matter? Why is my baby boy upset?” He cooed, gently bouncing him and holding his son tight.

“I’m sad.”

“Why are you sad, hm?” He asked lovingly.

“Cuddles.” He whispered and Tom knew exactly what he was referring to. Tom always devotes at least thirty minutes out of his day to cuddle with him, but he must’ve forgotten due to being tied up with the script.

“Let do that right now, alright?” He kissed the top of his head and Luca’s crying began to cease.

“You guys can make critiques on it, yeah? And please keep that safe, because I didn’t work that hard on it for it to be ruined.” He said while the boys nodded their heads.

“We’ll watch over it, don’t worry.” Sam said, and Harry added, “Now go spend some time with your son.”

“Thank you.” His son rubbed his eyes and Tom wiped the tears away, and walked into the living room so that he could cuddle with him.

Tom lie down on the couch and set Luca on his chest, rubbing light circles on his back to get him to fall asleep. He could hear his breathing become more relaxed, and after a few minutes Luca was sound asleep. Tom dozed off as well, and was woken by forty minutes later.

“Done!” Luca exclaimed energetically, wriggling himself out of his father’s arms. He climbed off the couch and toddled over to Tessa to pet her.

Tom crouched down, kissed Luca on the top of his head, and decided to take this opportunity to go back to his brothers to get some critiques for the script.

—

“Tom, I was going to go for a walk to get the post, would you want to come with?” Dom asked, jacket and keys in hand. The boys had spent about two hours marking up Tom’s script, and took to drinking tea to keep themselves awake.

“Um sure, let me go grab my jacket and make sure someone capable watches over Luca.” He got up, sauntering into the kitchen, where he saw Luca and Paddy both sharing a bowl of Cheerios.

“Can you watch over him? After mum, I trust you the most and I’m gonna go take a walk with dad.”

“Yeah sure.” Paddy replied flatly as he intently watched Luca slowly put Cheerios into his mouth.

Tom then poked his head into the office, and stated, “When you’re done, put the script back in my bag and lock the door so that nothing bad will happen to it, you got it?”

“Have some faith in us, big brother. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Sam waved, but Tom hesitantly smiled. “Okay, I’m trusting you both. Don’t make me regret that decision.”

“You won’t!” Harry hollered back. They waited until they heard the front door lock, and shared a glance.

“Fifa?” Harry asked and Sam nodded. “Hell yeah. I think the script will be fine here on the table, right?” Sam inquired. “Yeah, Tom worries too much. No wonder he has a few grey hairs.” He remarked as they closed the door to the office, leaving the script on the table with a cup of tea right next to it. They waltzed out of the office and waved at Paddy, who was in the kitchen.

“Hey would you want to play fifa with us? We cannot stand to read that thing anymore.”

“I would, but I have to watch over Luca.” He looked over at his nephew who looked curiously back at him.

“Just leave him with his Cheerios. Honestly Tom worries too much about his kid, he’ll be fine.” Harry remarked and Paddy agreed. “You’re right.”

Paddy stood up and pushed his chair in. He looked over and pointed at his nephew before saying, “Now you stay here, and don’t leave this chair.” He glanced while Luca stared at him curiously.

“Good boy.” The boys walked off and Luca was left by himself and his cereal. After a few minutes he finished, looking around to see that he was alone.

“Done.” He said as he began to crawl off the chair. He toddled over into the office where Tom’s backpack was, which was also where Tom had placed Luca’s snacks and toys. While looking for his stuffed monkey Mr. Bananas, he bumped into the table and the tea conveniently spilled all over the script.

“Uh oh.” He whispered as the tea dripped off the table and onto the wood floor. Fleeing the crime scene, Luca swiftly waddled away from the room, Mr. Bananas in hand, and went into the living room like nothing had ever happened.

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Thirty minutes later, Tom skipped into the office and was surprised to see the room vacant. He was also surprised to see his script soaking wet, tea cup on its side as the tea dripped onto the hardwood floor.

“Those bastards.” He stormed out of the room, drenched script in hand while frantically searching the house for his little brothers. He stopped when he saw Sam and Harry sitting in the living room in front of the telly, headsets on with no cares in the world. He stood in front of the TV and unplugged the Xbox from the wall, while ignoring his brothers groans and remarks.

“Why the fuck would you leave a teacup right next to the script? And why didn’t you put the script somewhere safe like I told you to? It was supposed to be locked away in the office for a reason, and I know one of you fuckers must have done something.” He spat, holding the sopping wet script in his hands, before slamming it down on the table. “Do you know how hard I worked on that thing? Just for you to spill tea all over it like the twats you are, and not even own up to the fact that you did it?”

“What are you on about? We didn’t spill tea on your script.” Harry stated as he reached for a crisp from the bowl next to him.

“Alright, you’re playing dumb. Then can you tell me why there is earl grey tea all over the script?” Tom spat but the boys were speechless.

“Well, say something. Don’t make me look like an idiot standing here with a sopping wet script.”

“That’s never stopped you from looking like an idiot before.” Harry smirked, and Tom clenched his fist. His jaw was clenched, and his face was burning red.

“I swear, if you don’t own up to this I will literally murder you.” Tom said angrily which only caused his brothers to stifle a laugh.

“Fucking own up to it!” He yelled and his brothers sat quiet.

Luca was sitting on the hallway floor, around the corner of the living room. His lip quivered as his father raised his voice, feeling bad that his father was blaming his brothers for something they didn’t do.

“We definitely didn’t do that.” Harry munched on a crisp, passing the bowl to Sam so he could grab some as well. Just then Tom snatched the bowl from Sam’s hands and slammed it down on the coffee table.

“Fucking hell Tom, we didn’t do it. Why don’t you believe when we said it wasn’t us?” Sam retorted.

“Who else could it have been, hm? You were the last ones in there and you were supposed to lock the door after you left. Might I add you were also supposed to put the script in my bag like I explicitly asked.” He paced the room, covering his face with his hands. “And besides, why did you go off and play fifa when I specifically asked you to critique the damn script.”

“I don’t know, we got bored of reading it and we wanted to take a break. But why the hell would we ruin it?” Harry let out a huff, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I don’t know, maybe you have a personal vendetta against me or something. Or, maybe because you’re jealous of my success, and you can’t stand to see me accomplish something that you could only dream of.”

The room instantly became eerily silent as the boys shared a glance. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut through it, and the hostility loomed over everyone. The boys snarled at the same time, and Sam flipped off Tom.

“Fuck you.” Harry spat at him, and Tom’s face became redder.

“No, fuck you.” He pointed at them, and stormed out of the room. He rounded the corner too quickly and nearly tripped over his son who was beginning to cry.

“Shit.” He whispered and paused for a second at his choice of word. “I’m sorry angel, I didn’t see you sitting there. Don’t worry about what daddy said, I’m not mad at you at all.” He said in a soft tone, but Luca began to cry.

“Daddy, I-” he sobbed. Tom instantly crouched down right next to his son and scooped him into a big hug.

“What’s wrong now?” He asked, his tone sounding more harsh than intended.

“I d-did it daddy, I-I’m sorry. P-please don’t get a-angey.” He blubbered and Tom’s heart sank.

“You did it?” He asked, and Luca nodded. “D-didn’t mean t-to.” He sobbed, which made Tom instantly feel guilty for blaming his brothers.

“Why did you do it?” He tilted his head to the side, scanning his son’s face as he waited for the answer.

“B-bananas.”

“Oh.” The pieces clicked in his mind as he realised that Luca would go into his bag to look for Mr. Bananas, since he loved to play with him after their cuddle sessions. “I b-bumped into the table and it s-spilled.”

Tom let out a long sigh, tilting his head backwards as he let out a small groan. He looked over at his son who was rubbing his eyes, letting out small cries as the tears streamed down his face. He picked Luca up, and he instantly buried his head into the crook of Tom’s neck. “Daddy’s not mad darling, I’m sorry. It can be fixed for sure, I promise.” He continued to hold his sobbing son as a tear fell down his own cheek. “Please don’t cry anymore bub, it’s okay.” He felt his son’s breathing calm down, his little sobs turning into hiccups.

“Do you have the clicks now?” He asked, while his son buried his face into his chest.

He picked Luca up and made his way back into the living room, pausing before beginning to apologise profusely.

“Guys I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have blamed you. I know you said you didn’t do it and I should have trusted you. I didn’t realise Luca went in there to get his toy, and he must’ve knocked into the table, and that was how the tea got all over it.”

“No, it’s our fault, we should’ve locked the door like you said to. We just thought you were being overprotective.” Sam stated and Harry added, “We didn’t anticipate anything bad happening to it, but we should’ve been more careful, especially with a toddler running around.”

“It could’ve been worse I guess, at least no one was harmed, right darling?” He looked down at his son, who clutched his shirt with his tiny hands.

“But you’re right, I was being far too overprotective with it. Luckily I had an extra copy of it that I sent over to Robert to read, so I can ask him to just send it back when he’s finished.” He lightly adjusted his son to rest on his hip, and looked apologetically at his brothers. “I didn’t mean what I said just now, I was just furious at how much work went into it.”

He looked down at the floor, and whispered, “Do you forgive me?”

“It’s understandable why you would be upset, I swear it won’t happen again. But of course, apology accepted.” They ran over and everyone put their arms around him in a large embrace. Tom felt his son squirming so he backed away from the hug.

“I love you all so much, you know that, right?” He asked while his brothers all nodded.

“We love you too, you twat.”

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[beanfic]

All You Need Is A Best Friend

Pairing: Platonic Josh x Tyler (frenship fic!)

Word Count: 1445

Warnings: Angst

Author’s note: My first “fren fic”! I hope you enjoy it :) 

“There’s no way I’m sleeping in the bus alone,” Josh shook his head as he stood up from the couch he was sitting on headed towards pantry to grab a bag of chips. 

“Get over it, Josh, it’s one night,” Tyler mumbled acting hurt from Josh’s reaction to hearing his sleeping arrangements for the night. 

“I just don’t get it!,” Josh slams the box of Cheerios on the counter. “Why am I always the one that has to sleep on the bus? You’re the one that doesn’t like sharing a room with me! Why don’t you sleep on the bus?”

Tyler groaned, “ I’m the lead singer, you’re the one that snores, it’s a simple solution.”

“You know I’m scared of the dark and you’re wanting to send me out on a bus by myself?”

“Yes”

“What a great best friend you are,” Josh put air quotes around the words best. Tyler gasped and then turned his back away from Josh. “Ty, I didn’t mean it.”

“You know how I feel about that,” Tyler whispered. 

“You’re my best friend, Ty.” Josh walked over and wrapped his arm around the singer. “But please let me sleep in your hotel room.”

“Fine, but I will be waking you up every second if you start snoring.”

“I think you’re crazy though, Hayley doesn’t say anything back home so,” Josh shrugged. He didn’t believe that he snored, but Tyler argued otherwise. 

They finally arrived at the hotel they would be staying at tonight before the show tomorrow. Tyler and Josh grabbed their luggage for the night and headed up to the single room because Mark was only able to book three rooms. Mark and Brad in one, Tyler and Josh in one, and the Third one was a suite with 4 full sized beds for the rest of the tour crew on their tour bus. 

“This is a small room,” Tyler mumbled as he opened the door to reveal small hotel room. It was be considered luxury for someone who just needed a room for one night, but of course, Tyler always had had the best. 

“Then go sleep on the bus,” Josh joked.

“I’m the lead singer!” Tyler giggled as he threw his bag on the bed closest to the window.

“I wanted that bed!”

“As I just said-” Tyler started.

“You're the lead singer,” Josh finished in a mocking tone. “You nervous for the first show tomorrow? It’s been a while since the last tour.”

Tyler shrugged, “I’m just excited to perform these songs for them live for the first time.”

“Same.”

“They have no idea what is coming!” Tyler started to take his outfits out of his bag and hang them up so they were ready for rehearsal tomorrow morning. Josh was doing the same and he was unpacking his toiletries.

“What time is it,” Josh asked. Tyler checked his phone and told him that it around 9:45 at night. 

“Let’s order dinner, I’m starving,” Tyler told him. He got up and grabbed his laptop out of his backpack and opened up post mates to order food from any restaurant that was around.

“Check if there is a chipotle.”

“Josh we get chipotle every night.”

“And?” Josh chuckled. He walked over to the bed and leaned over Tyler’s shoulder as they scrolled through about thirty different restaurants in the area. 

“Chipotle it is,” Tyler agreed after realizing it was one of the only good things that were close by. He entered their usual order, texted Brad and Mark to see if they wanted any, and then confirmed the order.

“Thirty minutes?” Josh groaned.

“Let’s rent a movie,” Tyler suggested. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. 

“Oh wait, they have that new D.C. movie, Aquaman, want to watch that?”

“Sure,” Tyler mumbled not really paying attention to Josh who was now turning on the movie. Tyler was too busy looking at a facebook account.

“Dude, what are you looking at?” Josh scooted over to get a better look at the singer’s computer screen.

“Nothing,” Tyler moved his screen away from Josh making it even more suspicious?

“It can’t be that bad as the time you opened my laptop on porn, Josh chuckled grabbing the screen.

“That was horrible, Josh. It still haunts me,” He picked up his laptop and held it above his head so Josh couldn’t get it. 

“Come on, Ty!” Josh lunged himself on Tyler so that he could get a firm grasp on the keyboard. He pulled it out of Tyler’s hands and saw who’s account he was looking at. “Tyler.”

“I know, Josh, I know.”

“You need to stop, we talked about this. You are never going to get over her if you keep on checking her social media.”

“It still hurts, Josh. Really bad.”

“I know, Ty,” Josh placed the laptop down and put his around Tyler, causing him to rest his head on his shoulder.

Tyler’s lips quivered as he started to think about the horrible breakup that he went through about six months ago. Her name was Victoria and she had been Tyler’s serious girlfriend for the past four years, and he was actually going to propose to her later this year, but Tyler had found out that she had been lying to him for the past year and she had a whole other partner that she was with and never told him. 

“You’re strong, Ty. This tour, this album, it’s for you and to help you grow.” “I know, Josh. I’m just so lonely.”

Josh sighed, “I know you said you aren’t ready but maybe you should try dating again?”

“No,” Tyler spat out. “I won’t ever be able to be with anyone else. She was the one.”

“She wasn’t the one, and you deserve to be with someone and not be alone.”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else, I’d rather be alone.”

“Thank you can’t be complaining about being lonely,” Josh stood up from the bed and walked over to the window to look out of it. It hurt him to see Tyler like this, but he also knew that he had to keep Tyler in check for the tour and not let the breakup disrupt the shows. 

Dinner arrived soon after and Brad and Mark came over to their room to eat and hang with them. They finished up their Chipotle and movie, and before they knew it it was 1 in the morning. Both Brad and Mark said goodnight and headed back to their room. 

“I am so freaking tired,” Josh said through a yawn. His arms raised above his head and stretched.

“Same, man,” Tyler whispered. 

“Look, Ty, you’re my best friend and I hate seeing you sad. Is there anything I can do?” Josh asked. Tyler looked up toward the drummer before shrugging and looking back down to the ground. 

“I just want to sleep, I know I will be better tomorrow for the concert.”

“I know you will be too,” Josh patted Tyler on the back and headed towards the bathroom. Tyler sighed and threw off his clothes to get changed into a pair of basketball shorts. Josh walked out of the bathroom also wearing just basketball shorts which happened to be the same pair as Tyler’s.

“We need to stop twinning all the time,” Tyler chuckled, smiling genuinely for the first time today.

“I think it’s kind of cute, best friend goals, huh?” Josh laughed. He liked it when he could see the way Tyler’s eyes would light up when he felt genuine happiness. Tyler shuffled into the queen size bed, making sure to give Josh enough room.

“Goodnight Josh, please don’t try to snore too loudly, okay?”

“Yes, Tyler, I shall try, goodnight” Josh spoke quietly after Tyler flicked the lights off. Darkness filled the room except for the beam of moonlight shining in. It was silent for about five minutes until Tyler broke the silence.

“Josh?” Tyler mumbled. 

“Yeah?” Josh turned over so he was facing the back of Tyler’s head. Tyler then flipped over to match him. 

“Thank you for being my best friend, I don’t know what I would do without you. I really mean it. Without you, I wouldn’t have the band. Hell, I wouldn’t be alive-”

“Tyler,” Josh interrupted.

“I mean it, Joshua,” Tyler’s voice croaked. “You have been there for me at my darkest moments and I am so thankful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Tyler. You deserve happiness.”

“You make me happy,” Tyler whispered.

“Good, you make me happy too. Best friends for life, right?” Josh leaned over to wipe a tear from Tyler’s cheek.

“Best friends for life.”

[askdarus]

Daryl aimed his crossbow immediately when he saw Dwight and he shoved the kid who was holding his hand behind him, putting his free hand up.

“Daryl!” Maggie yelled, pulling on his arm, “STOP! They have kids!”

Daryl looked down at the kids who were hiding behind Dwight and Sherry with wide, terrified eyes. He took a shaky breath and stopped aiming the crossbow, “Leave,” he grunted immediately, “Told you what would happen if I saw you again.”

“Man, I’m here to talk to Maggie, not you,” Dwight snapped, “Aim that thing at my kids again and I won’t hesitate to put a bullet between your fucking eyes, Dixon.”

“Dwight,” Sherry said quietly, putting her hand on his arm, “Just...calm down. Don’t do this in front of them.”

Daryl looked down at the kids and took a shaky breath.

“Okay,” Maggie said, looking down to one of the kids, who -despite their fear- were yawning, “You’re gonna stay in a room at Barrington because our guest trailer is full. We’re gonna keep a guard on you and we’re gonna have to ask for any weapons you have,” she said, “Them kids need to get back to bed...and so does everyone else,” the leader said, giving them a look of warning.

Dwight nodded, taking out the gun and handing it to her, Sherry doing the same. They both took knives from their boots and belts and both took a knife from one of the kids’ boots, handing them all over to the guards.

Daryl continued to glare at Dwight.

“Daryl, you too,” Maggie pointed to their eyesore of a trailer.

“I ain’t leavin’ him in the house with you and Hershel!” Daryl snapped.

“GO!” Maggie yelled.

Daryl stalked off with a huff, walking briskly back to the trailer. He slammed the door behind him and winced at the noise when he realized what he’d done.

“Dad?” one of the kids called, sleep heavy in their voice.

Daryl locked the door and walked back to the kids’ room, being easily guided by the hallway light they kept on for them. He walked in and winced when he saw Richie had turned his bedside lamp on, but thankfully Meredith was still sleeping away.

“Sorry, bud,” Daryl sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I heard a bang,” Richie said, rubbing his eyes.

“Wind blew the door shut when I was comin’ in from havin’ a smoke,” Daryl fibbed, “Go back to sleep, okay? It’s still pretty late.”

Richie sighed and laid back down and Daryl pulled the blanket back over his shoulder, ruffling his hair before pressing a kiss to his head, “See ya in the mornin’,” he told him.

“Night,” Richie yawned, burying his face in the pillow.

Daryl turned the lamp off and walked out, leaving the door cracked. He walked back to the living room and threw his shoes off by the door and hung his jacket back up. He walked back into their bedroom and put his crossbow by the door before flopping down in the bed.

“Daryl?” Paul breathed out, “What happened?”

“Dwight and Sherry are back,” Daryl said, staring at the ceiling, “They have kids.”

“Mmm,” Paul hummed, half asleep, “That’s nice,” he sighed, curling back into his side.

Daryl rolled his eyes and held him close.

He’d tell him in the morning.

“Whoa,” Kal said, pulling back the reins on the horse when he saw a small fire in the distance. He jumped off the horse and tied it to the tree branch. He knew the horse wouldn’t go far, but he didn’t want to risk it. If there was walkers, the horse could easily break the branch.

Kal slowly walked through the woods, keeping his footsteps silent and avoiding any sticks.

As he neared the light of the small file, he saw three walkers just...sitting there, staring into the fire. One was smaller than the other two.

Then he saw Dante with his hands tied up behind his back, but at least he was conscious.

“We have to find the other,” one hissed, “We’ll track him tomorrow.”

“Please, just let me go,” Dante sighed, “If those were your people, I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were alive. We don’t just go around killing people!”

“Keep voice down,” the other hissed, “You’ll just bring more of them. I ask you questions...you’ll answer nicely?” he asked.

“Uh...sure,” Dante said, blinking in shock, “Ask nicely and sure,” he looked out at the woods and spotted Kal, blinking in shock. He cleared his throat, looking away quickly so he didn’t attract attention, “How...How many of you are there?”

“Many,” the walker-faced man said simply.

The other one stood up, taking out a gun, “You came onto our land, killed our people. Now, we will come onto your land...get to know you and your people. You will fear us.”

Kal realized what he was doing now.

He was going to kill Dante.

Right before the walker/man could raised the gun, Kal took out his own and put a bullet into the skull of the man before doing the same to the other.

The smaller walker-faced person let out a scream and ran away.

Kal ran in quickly and took out his knife, cutting the ropes off of Dante, “Where’s Ken?” he demanded instantly.

“Dead,” Dante said, taking a shaky breath, “Kal, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be,” Kal shook his head, helping him up, “Are you hurt?”

Dante shook his head, “Just a bump on the head,” he said, taking out the knives from the two fallen bodies and putting them in his belt, “There was another...a kid, I think.”

“What are they?” Kal demanded.

“Humans with walker flesh on them,” Dante spat, looking around, “Come out and we won’t hurt you!”

“Please…” a small voice whispered, “Don’t kill me.”

When Daryl woke up, Paul was already out of bed...which was a first. Daryl woke up at the crack of dawn everyday and Paul usually slept in for a while after he got up to start breakfast for everyone.

Daryl got up and walked out, scratching the back of his head. He saw Violette sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of dry cereal, “Where’s everyone?”

“Barrington,” Violette said around a mouthful of probably-stale cheerios, “Maggie called an emergency meeting first thing...sent for Rick and Ezekiel too. She came in and woke Paul up.”

“Why didn’t she wake me up?” Daryl demanded, already putting his coat on despite being in his pajamas still (which was really just a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt that Paul had gotten him back when they first started seeing each other).

“Said you’d flip out,” Violette shrugged with a smile, “And she wasn’t wrong, given you’re about to run out in almost freezing weather in your pajamas,” she said, looking him over, “At least fix your hair.”

Daryl rolled his eyes and ran out.

He stalked across the yard and into Barrington house, slamming the door behind him as he walked up to Maggie’s office with a sigh. He stopped when he heard the sound of his kids already awake and in the house too and walked over to the classroom for the younger children.

Daryl peeked in and saw the two of them along with Gracie were playing with the two kids Dwight and Sherry had shown up with last night.

A part of him wanted to go in there and drag the three of them out, keep them away from those kids...but he knew the feeling of people thinking you were like your family, he’d had it for years before the apocalypse.

He’d gotten a second chance, they deserved one too.

Daryl walked back to the office, shoving the door open as he did.

Paul was sitting on Maggie’s desk, his legs crossed, and she was in her chair. In the room was Aaron, Lily, Eduardo, and Harlan. All three of them were heads of the Hilltop (well...besides Paul, but he was Maggie’s right hand). Lily was for education, Harlan was for medical, Aaron was for construction and the armory, and Eduardo was for the walls and gate. The only person who was missing was Kal, who was the head of training for adults (Paul was the trainer for sixteen and under), the one who organized teams and units. Violette was missing, but he kind of doubted this was a clothing issue.

“I’ve sent for Rick, Ezekiel, and Cyndie,” Paul said, “I sent a scout out for each of them, so they should be here by tonight,” he looked up when he saw Daryl in the doorway, “Hi.”

“Could’ve woke me up,” Daryl said, coming to stand beside where he was sitting on the desk, wrapping his arm around his waist protectively when he saw Dwight and Sherry sitting on the couch, pressing a kiss to his head.

Paul smiled, closing his eyes briefly when Daryl kissed him, “You needed rest,” he said, brushing a stray piece of hair from his eyes, “And a haircut, I might add.”

Daryl rolled his eyes, “What’s the plan?” he asked, refusing to even look at Dwight or Sherry.

Maggie sighed, “Twenty former Saviors are alive and living off the land...Dwight and Sherry met up with them. They want to reopen the outposts. We’d provide the crops and food, they’d provide us with fuel they’d manufacture at the factory.”

“We don’t want the kids growing up in the factory. We’d only have one outpost for families. The factory would be for full time workers who want to stay there,” Dwight added.

Daryl shook his head, “Place’ll just go under again. What happened last time.”

“The people who caused it to go under are no longer with us,” Sherry snapped, “These are just families who need somewhere to go...they don’t have anywhere else. We want to be that for them, Daryl.”

Daryl swallowed, looking around the room, “Ya’ll on board with this?”

“I’ve agreed to take any of the kids on in my classes,” Lily told him, sighing, “And Paul agreed to do the training.”

Daryl looked at Paul, raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll talk later,” Paul said quietly, rubbing his arm softly.

“We’re going to help them build their walls back up,” Aaron added, looking down and not making eye contact with Daryl, “It’s, uh...the right thing to do, since they have kids around.”

Daryl gritted his teeth, “The outpost gets done first. Don’t need them kids running around that factory and losin’ a finger or somethin’,” he snapped before stalking out of the room, “Lemme know when my brother gets here,” he growled, slamming the door behind him.

“Daryl!” Maggie called, jogging after him. She walked out and closed the door softly behind her, “Wait.”

“What?” Daryl snapped.

Maggie put her hand on his arm, “We’ll talk about this later...but I didn’t wake you because I needed you for somethin’ other than a meeting.”

“What is it?” Daryl asked.

“Carol and Henry were due to arrive from the Kingdom before nightfall,” Maggie said, “With Kal and everyone still out there, I’m worried something might’a happened to ‘em. You know the route they take better than anyone.”

Daryl felt a chill go up his spine and he nodded, “Paul know I’m goin’?” he asked.

“He said it was fine or I wouldn’t have asked,” Maggie said, “We’ll keep an eye on Dwight, don’t worry,” she promised him, “But I need you to do this for me...and to be safe...also quick about it, we don’t want the Kingdom thinkin’ it ain’t safe to send their people here.”

Daryl nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “I’ll take my bike, be back before dark.”

“Lily teaches our classes here,” Richie explained as they drew on the chalkboard together, “She’s datin’ my Auntie Vi.”

“Cool,” Nick grinned, drawing something that kind of looked like a tree, “Like my mom and Dwight?”

“I guess so,” Richie shrugged, “Why do you call your dad by his name?”

“Dwight isn’t my dad,” Nick said simply.

“Yeah,” Gordon added from where he was drawing something that resembled a dog, “And Sherry isn’t my mom. So it means we aren’t brothers,” he said, looking over Richie’s shoulder to stick his tongue out at Nick.

“You guys aren’t brothers? I thought you were,” Richie chirped, “Meredith’s my sister.”

“Is Gracie?” Nick asked from where Gracie was playing with dolls and Meredith was standing there awkwardly looking out the window.

“Oh, no,” Richie shook his head, “But she lives with us! Aaron’s her dad.”

“Huh,” Nick said and continued to draw, “I like you, Richie!”

“Oh...thanks,” Richie said, giving him a grin.

Meredith watched them with a roll of her eyes and then watched as he dad’s motorcycle went flying out of the gates faster than she’d ever seen him go. She looked down at Gracie and then looked over the boys currently drawing on the chalkboard, watching their every move with the suspicion her father taught her growing up.

Kal watched as a bike flew passed him. He was riding up on his horse, Dante behind him and the girl they’d picked up unconscious in front of him. He hadn’t done anything to her, but the ride had been so long that she had fallen asleep, despite the uncomfortable ride.

“Was that Daryl?” Dante asked, watching him go.

“Think so,” Kal said, “He didn’t stop, so I’m doubtful he went to look for us,” he said as they neared the gates. He waved to Enid who smiled in relief and waved back before opening the gates.

Kal rode the horse in and Maggie immediately came running out of the house, some of the others running behind her, including Eduardo, who looked more relieved than any of them.

“Miss me?” Dante asked weakly, smiling at Maggie as she helped him down.

“Med trailer now,” she snapped at him, pointing.

“I knew you cared,” Dante grinned, rolling his eyes as Harlan drug him away.

Maggie looked down at the girl, “What-”

“I don’t know,” Kal said, holding up the mask, “But there were two people wearing walker skin who had Dante tied up...she was with them and wearing one too.”

“She’s just a kid,” Maggie whispered in shock.

“Still,” Paul said nervously, “If she was with someone who held Dante captive, there’s no telling what she’s capable of. We should keep her away from our citizens,” he advised her.

Maggie nodded, “Good idea...let’s take her to my office and lock the door. Is she hurt?”

“Not that I know of, just tired,” Kal said, picking her up off of the horse.

“You talk to Dante and get what happened, Kal and I will take care of her,” Maggie ordered Jesus.

Paul nodded, jogging towards the med trailer, but bumped into Alex just as he opened the door.

“Sorry,” Alex mumbled, hurrying in the direction of Maggie.

Paul watched after him, confused.

Daryl drove through the town that the Kingdomers always cut through when they went to the Hilltop. He knew this route so well because he went to see Carol with the kids so often. He knew it like the back of his hand.

He was actually a little relieved to go...he needed the air and needed to get outside of the walls, especially since Dwight was inside of them.

Daryl drove passed one of the alleys and immediately hit the brakes, screeching to a stop when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

He threw down his bike and saw Carol and Henry, held at gunpoint by some Saviors that he vaguely recognized.

He took out his crossbow and immediately shot a bolt at one of their legs.

“FUCK!” the person screamed in pain, releasing Carol.

She immediately put bullets in their heads when she was released, leaving Henry blinking in shock with blood splattered onto his face.

“Shit,” Daryl grunted, taking out the red rag from his back pocket and threw it to Carol, who immediately started to wipe off Henry’s face.

“Are you okay?!” Carol demanded, checking him over.

“I’m fine, mom,” Henry sighed and smiled weakly, “Hey, Daryl.”

“What the hell happened?” Daryl growled.

“Some former Saviors jumped us,” Carol said, picking up her ring from the ground.

“They tried to take our stuff...and mom’s ring too,” Henry said, “I could have taken them-”

“Maybe after you get some training in at the Hilltop,” Daryl said, clasping his shoulder, “C’mon...let’s get back-” he stopped when he heard the sound of growling.

“What the hell?” Henry whispered, “That’s not a walker.”

Daryl looked around and followed the sound further down the alley and froze at what he saw.

Alex ran up to Maggie, who was talking to Kal, “Maggie, we need to talk,” he said quickly and his eyes widened when he saw the mask in his hands, “What the hell is that?” he demanded.

“A mask,” Kal said, “The people who had Dante were wearing these.”

“That makes sense,” Alex breathed out.

“What makes sense?” Maggie asked.

“Marco woke up in the middle of the night...I thought that he was just having a nightmare,” Alex explained, “But he said the walkers talked...”

Kal swallowed, looking down at the mask in his hands, “How are we even supposed to know which ones are walkers and which are...them?”

“I don’t know,” Maggie whispered in shock.

There, shaking in a corner of the alley and growling with it’s teeth bared...was a dog. A skinny little thing, really, and he was damn scared.

“Hey,” Daryl said gently, “Hey, hey...not gonna hurt ya,” he said, putting his hand up.

The dog immediately stopped growling and flinched away, trying to make itself smaller in the corner.

“Dog, c’mon, I ain’t gonna hurt you,” Daryl said gently. He put his hand on his back, petting him, “Shhh…”

The dog froze before it was suddenly less tense. It immediately started licking Daryl’s hand, wining.

Daryl grit his teeth, knowing the people in there had to have known about this dog...hell, might’ve even caused the state it was in now. It was scared, terrifed even, and definitely had been hurt before.

“Yeah,” Daryl said, “Good boy, that’s it,” he said, feeling in his pockets. Paul had a habit of stashing snacks in his pockets as he put away laundry, knowing Daryl would forget food on runs.

He sighed in relief when he felt something in his pockets, happy to have such a predictable husband at this point.

He pulled out a small bag of homemade jerky from the Hilltop and the dog snatched it from his hand, eating it quickly.

“Hey, slow down, don’t choke,” Daryl said, continuing to pet him, “No one’s gonna take it from ya,” he said before looking up at Carol, who was giving him a knowing look.

The dog definitely reminded her of someone.

And Daryl knew it too.

Daryl picked up the dog, wincing at how easy it was, “Where’s your carriage, your highnesses?” he drawled sarcastically.

Henry rolled his eyes, “Over there,” he pointed.

Daryl knew he was keeping the dog...Paul probably wouldn’t like it and the house would be even more crowded than it already was, but...he knew and he already felt a connection there.

The Dixon-Rovia-Raleigh-Teller family had yet another member.

CAST

Tom Payne as Paul “Jesus” Dixon-Rovia Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon-Rovia Ross Marquand as Aaron Raleigh

Elodie Yung as Violette Rovia Tessa Thompson as Lily Marie Teller

Samuel Joslin as Richie Dixon-Rovia Zendaya Coleman as Meredith Dixon-Rovia Anabelle Holloway as Gracie Raleigh

Lauren Cohan as Maggie Rhee Katelyn Nacon as Enid Rhee

GUEST CAST

Diego Boneta as Dante James Chen as Kal Peter Zimmerman as Eduardo R Keith Harris as Harlan Carson Jesse Spencer as Alex

Austin Amelio as Dwight  Christine Evangelista as Sherry

Cainan Wiebe as Nick Kelly Tyler Posey (Young) as Gordon Martin

Melissa McBride as Carol Peletier Matt Lintz as Henry