#and for a 'gotta catch em all' motto it sucks that you indeed can not catch them all and get the experience

[aromantic-karamatsu]

I kind of lament the fact that legendary Pokemon are usually event based only Pokemon

Like if you get one of the older games years and years after the height of it's popularity good luck getting the full Pokemon experience even though the game has the files right there without hacking

[the-walking-daryl]

The Walking Winchester Chapter 10

Summary: What Y/N and Darly find in the clearing is not what they expected.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader 

Warnings: angst, asshole Negan, swearing

The sight you seen when you entered the clearing made you stomach turn, Rick and a bunch of others that you had grown close to on were on their. You tried to stop as soon as you seen them in hopes of going unseen by the huge group of people who were surrounding your friends, but the thought was wiped from your mind the moment a pair of hands grabbed you from behind and the voice of the man you hurt earlier spoke up, “you ain’t going anywhere now you little bitch.”

Glancing to your right you see that they have Daryl and are already dragging him towards the rest. The man holding you follows closely behind the two that are dragging Daryl until they reach your line of friends dropping you both to your knees at the end. As soon as your knees touch the ground you spin around in attempts to attack the man behind you only to be met with a backhand. This enrages Daryl and he goes to make an attempt of his own until the door to the R.V. swings open to reveal a tall man holding a baseball bat. 

As he approaches the group you take him in fully starting with the bat, from a distance it appears to be a normal bat but really it is wrapped in barbed wire. The hand holding the bat is wrapped in a single leather glove that matches his jacket. Before you get the chance to inspect the rest of his appearance he speaks causing your whole body to go rigid. 

“Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close,” you hear a voice all too familiar say causing your head to instantly snap up so that you are looking at their face.

“Dad?” you force out interrupting the speech that you could tell he was preparing to make. 

He stops the moment the word leaves your mouth and spins around to face you, “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing. Last time I saw you was when the hellhounds were dragging you away.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth he is picking you up by your forearm and dragging you into the R.V. 

“I’m serious Y/N what the fuck are you doing here?” he all but growls at you as soon as the door closes “Hunting thing, saving people, ya’ know the family business,” you reply sarcastically causing him to give you the same look he’d give you while hunting, “fine, I came here with Sam and Dean to help people. We’ve done it before and saved a lot of lives so we figured why not do it again, but I got separated from them.”

“So the note, it was you,” he mumbles so quiet that you barely catch it. 

“You found the note?” you ask in confusion, “I left that for Sam and Dean so that they could find me. Now I have all those people relying on me and no way to know for sure that they are going to get out of here.” 

“Even if you found your brothers that doesn’t mean that they are gonna help you sweetheart. The issue you and that little group outside is worried about has nothing to do with monsters.”

“I know Sam and Dean, these people are just as bad as monsters and both of them would agree with me,” you state confidently.

“You brothers have been with me for about a week so that shows how much you truly know darling.”

“No, that’s not true. If they were truly here they would have come looking for me by now,” you scoff.

“They were looking for you, but they found me instead and were just too happy to see dear ole’ dad,” your father retorts with a smug smirk, “I’ll even prove it to you.”

Picking up the walkie talkie that is attached to his waist he pushes down the button to speak, “how are things going over there boy?”

There is nothing but static for a minute before you hear Dean’s voice come through, “Everything is running just as you would expect.” 

The color drains from your face and your stomach begins to turn at the sight of the cocky smirk your father is wearing, “okay so if they are here you must know about our plan.” 

“Oh indeed I do darling.”

“Then why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice shaking out of nerves.

“They killed a whole outpost of our men, do you expect me to just let that go?” 

“Your men were taking all of Hilltop’s supplies, making them do all the dirty work while your so called ‘saviors’ reap the rewards.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what my men were doing. I’m the one who gave ‘em the orders for christ’s sake!” he shouts angrily causing you to flinch. Seeing you shrink back your father sighs before speaking again, “you should know that actions have consequences.”

“Can’t you just make an exception for me? I care about these people, they are like family to me.”

“I don’t make exceptions darling, what type of a leader would I be if I did that?” 

Hearing that he won’t spare any of the people you have grown to care about you begin to sob causing him to grab you by your upper arm dragging you out of the RV. Part of you expected him to shove you back into the line up but he simply forced you to your knees beside him before he began talking.

“Pay attention,” he demands walking in back and forth in front of everyone, “Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today we invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. If you have shit, you give it to me, that's your job,” he states as if it is something that should be obvious.

“Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You built something, you thought you were safe, I get it. But the word is out now and you are not safe anymore. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want, and what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door you let us in,” he says before pausing to chuckle. “We own that door so if you try to stop us and we will knock it down. Do you understand?”

When no one replies he looks around the group and speaks again, “What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill any of you, I just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me and you can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay,” taking a deep breath he adjusts his jacket becoming more serious than before, “So, now I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”

Raising the barbed wire bat he has been carrying since you first seen him he speaks proudly, “This-- this is Lucille, and she is awesome, he proclaims before looking at the group again, “All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.”

After a minute of silence your father breaks the tension with a sharp inhale, “Huh, you got one of our guns, no, whoa,” he says, pausing to think for another minute, “Yeah, actually you got a lot of our guns.”

As he is talking he begins walking in front of everyone once again only to stop in front of Carl, “Shit, kid, lighten up, or at least cry a little, he says with a laugh before continuing his walk.

He didn’t stop again until he heard Maggie sniffle, looking down at her disgust and sympathy covered his face momentarily, “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.”

“No! No!” Glenn shouts lunging at your father and beginning to attack him. 

“Stop it! God--!” he shouts grunting from the still coming attack, “Nope, nope, get him back in line.”

“No,” Glenn grunts his objection as two of your father’s men begin dragging him back to his spot, “No, no.”

At this point you can’t keep quiet any longer so you rise from your spot and look directly at your father, “I don’t know what you’ve been through since we last saw you dad but this is not the way. Let everyone go and we can all go home and figure it out together. You, Sam, Dean, and me. This isn’t you, we don’t kill people we save them. You raised me to believe that was my life motto and now you’re running around to be some big bully named Negan? Dad your name isn’t Negan it’s John fucking Winchester and the John Winchester I know wouldn’t be doing this.” 

With a laugh your father turns to you and has two of his bigger men hold you in place before turning to the group, “All right, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free since it's an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks, doesn't it? The moment you realize you don't know shit.

At the end of his rant he stops right in front of Carl, “this is your kid, right?” he asks Rick before laughing at the expressionless face the boy is holding, “This is definitely your kid.”

“Just stop this!” you shout before Rick has the chance to say anything, you had grown to care for Carl and refused to let anyone hurt him, even if that person is your father.

“Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer, don't make it easy on me,” your father retorts, “I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order, but I simply cannot decide.” 

“I got an idea,” he says with a laugh a few seconds later.

“Eenie meenie miney mo catch a tiger by his toe,” he calls out walking along the line, “If he hollers let him go,” He says before pausing and pointing the bat at yet another person, My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.”

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything,” he calls once he has made his final decision, “and I’ll cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father before we start.”

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry,” he says nonchalantly before releasing a breathe, “Hell, you're all gonna be doing that by the time I’m done.” 

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