#cause i’m so happy i was finally able to get a walker

[babyforestnymph]

a cousin of mine told me she’s “so sorry to hear” that i have to use a walker now and i know she means well but using a walker has been a life-changing positive change in my life so getting pitied for it makes me so uncomfortable

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

hi hii <3 female reader and Carl going on a run for necessities before saviours, reader almost dying trying to save Carl (bcz she's nice like that ykyk) and Carl getting mad at her for it HAHAHAHA angst with happy ending? :>

thankyou! I rlly love your worksss, you're like 1 out of the few Carl writers ♡

I CAN SAVE MYSELF

PAIRINGS: carl grimes x female!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, fluff, happy ending, blood, walkers?? (if that’s even a warning)

you and carl were walking, hand in hand as you scanned through the forests to see if there were any walkers around.

“my dad said that we mainly need bathroom necessities, so stuff like shampoo, body wash, all that.” carl listed.

“carl i know what bathroom necessities are.” you laughed, your voice with an obvious tone.

“alright, i’m just saying.” carl puts his hands up in defense, bringing your hand with his as they were attached to each other.

laughing and giggling, carl bought his hands near your waist to tickle you.

“ahh,” you were out of breathe, “carllll pleaseee i cant breathee.” you dragged out, trying to escape from his fingers.

“nope.” carl pushed ur arms away, reaching for your waist and stomach. multiple groans could be heard around them, which caused carl to stop tickling you and just paused.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, out of breathe, your laughter dying out.

carls eyes scanned around you two, “i just…thought i heard something,” carl whispered in your ear that was closest to him, “i think they may be walkers.”

you paused, not knowing what to do. “you sure?” you whispered back, looking behind you to see if anyone was there. “could it be an animal?”

“no.” carl said sternly, “i know that sound well. that’s not an animal, it’s a walker.”

you take your gun out from your gun holster which your belt held, “take your gun out.” you quietly said, carl showed you his gun that was in his hand.

you heard a groan…very, very closely. you whipped out and pushed carl out of the way to behind you, putting your arm out to protect him. the walker had its hand out, it grabbed your shoulders, pushing you onto the floor. you blocked its mouth from ripping you apart, you shielded yourself from the walker whilst lifting your arm on its throat. with one hand, you tried to click the gun. it was tricky with one hand, you didn’t want to die so you tried as hard as you could. that resulted in you accidentally shooting your thigh, you gasped as blood started to pour out which attracted more walkers to you. carl jumped up and stabbed them all in the head. more and more walkers started to appear. you were petrified, would you and carl make it out alive?!

carl couldn’t help you before the incident since he was occupied with his own walker. carl killed all the walkers with a knife instead of a gun, since guns would attract more walkers; someone once told him. carl stabbed the last final walker that laid on top of you, blood splattering all over your chest. he dragged the waller off of you and threw it on the floor before kicking its body away.

out of breath, carl looked at around him and then at you, with a crazy look on his face. “what the actual fuck was that?!”

“i was protecting you.” you said, carl offered his hand, which you happily took, before swinging you into a hug.

“you could’ve fucking died, were you not thinking?!”carl said, whispering-yelling, to get his points through and not attract anymore inhumane creatures. “for once in your fucking life, think!” carl pointed at your chest.

your throat started to clog, voice croaky and tears threatening to fall. “i just.” you paused, “i just wanted to protect you! let me protect you for once!” you took carls hand into yours, pleading.

“let’s just get back home.” carl rolled his eyes, snatching his hand out of yours. he huffed, grabbing his backpack and yours before walking back to alexandria.

you looked down at your thigh, the bleeding started to stop slightly but your leg was covered in blood. you were able to limp behind carl before you couldnt anymore. your leg started to numb, you couldn’t move it. this resulted in you falling down on your side where you’d shot your self.

hearing a thump, carl stopped his tracks.

“ow.” you tried to get back up, you looked up to see carl leaning down to help you up. “i thought you were mad at me.” you asked, confusion evident in your voice.

“i am,” carl raised his eyebrows for a split second, “but that doesn’t mean i won’t help my injured girlfriend.” he stood up up, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you up right.

after letting out a little ‘oh’, you stayed quiet for the the walk back home to alexandria. the gates were opened by tara.

“oh, what happened y/n?!” tara’s eyes were widened, taking in the view of blood drizzling down your leg, and dried blood climbed onto your jeans.

“she shot herself.” carl rolled his eyes.

“how?!,” tara asked, concerned.

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “we were hoarded with walkers and i may of accidentally shot myself…” after hearing the words come out of your mouth, you realised how stupid it sounds.

“alright,” tara said, widened eyes not calm yet, “go get wrapped up by denise.” tara closed the gates after you and carl came into safety.

-

you were sitting on the hospital bed, “you lost a lot of blood.” denise said, holding some medicine.

“is it bad?” you asked, worried.

“yeah…” denise dragged out, “but it’ll be fine, as long as you don’t lose any more blood and you keep that part wrapped up, you’ll be okay.”

you let out a large breath you’ve been holding in. the door opened, you eyes darted to whoever was coming in. it was…carl. he looked out, thigh wrapped, medication pills next to you, monitors attached to you. he felt guilty. he should’ve been more caring and loving, instead of lashing out on you. he came to check up on you and apologise.

“look, i’m sorry for everything i said, you know i didn’t mean it. i just get so scared that i’ll lose you, and i don’t want to lose you so easily. especially not to walkers. i love you so much, words and actions can’t even explain. i just need you to know that if you did get bit, that’s it for us. things just started getting good, i don’t want to fall to pieces. even if you did died, then i’ll want it to be meaningful-“ carl poured whatever was in his mind to you, not really practising before hand.

“carl,” you interrupted him, “saving you is meaningful… well at-least to me. i don’t want you to think that you always risking your life for me is healthy, because it’s not. our life’s are equal, and so if our relationship. you protect me, i’ll protect you. you can’t always be the one saving me, eventually i’ll go on runs with other people. what if they decide to save themselves and not me? i wouldn’t know what to do because i’ve always had someone in front of me. i need you to trust me. to trust that i won’t die so easily, it was just a couple of walkers anyways. that’s easily something i can do, i can kill walkers as well you know.i need you to know that i don’t always need protection and that i can do that myself. okay? carl i love you so much, but tell me that i can save myself, and that i don’t need anyone always in front of me.” in the spam of your speech, carl comes and sits on the hospital with you, sitting at the end.

he took your hand into his, “you can save yourself and you don’t need anybody in front of you all the time.”

you smiled, “thank you.” you giggled, leaning forward to kiss his cheek and bring him into a hug.

-

this was a long one! i enjoyed it at least.

not proofread :/

[keanureevesisbae]

August Walker x fem!reader 

Summary: August Walker's daughter has been born. There is

Wordcount: 0.6k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and child birth.

A/N: The weirdest thing has happened: I have baby fever. Me, the girl who has been saying since she was four that she never wants kids. I don't know what happened, but anyway: here is a little piece of August becoming a parent.

He almost deemed it impossible to get himself into that room. He leans against the wall, taking in one deep breath after another. He had been waiting for this moment the second they found out, but now it’s here, it’s different. 

In that room is his girlfriend waiting, holding their baby. The one they created. He can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact he is officially a dad now.

August Walker is a father. 

She never expressed a need for having kids, but that was expectable. They were only dating for around six months when she discovered she was pregnant.

But she was absolutely ecstatic. 

He was scared, but could find peace and happiness. In the months ahead of him, he could get used to him being a dad.

Then he was a dad in theory. Now he truly was one. A dad. A father. 

In that room not only his girlfriend is waiting for him, but also a little baby.

Maybe it’s even harder to get himself in that room, because he wasn’t there when she needed him the most. He hopes she would understand, that he was stuck at work and then in traffic.

But maybe he’s too optimistic about her reaction.

August pushes himself from the wall, wanting to make his way over to the room, when he hears her soft voice. 

‘Hi little one,’ she says, causing him to halt his step. ‘Your dad will be here any minute now. I know you will absolutely love him. I know I love him dearly.’ She lets out a deep sigh. ‘I hope he is able to get over his fear. He puts on a brave face, but he often times second guesses himself, thinking he is going to be a bad father. But he showed me he is excellent dad material. August already took such good care of us before you were even here.’

A tiny little noise leaves the baby’s lips and August clenches his jaw, as he balls his hands into fists. 

Why is it so hard to go in?

‘He’ll be here.’

He can hear the desperation in her voice. She’s not telling it to the baby, but to herself. 

Instead of standing outside the room, he should go in and be there for her. 

It’s the least he can do. 

August walks in and she looks up instantly. Her fatigue immediately disappears as she smiles widely once her eyes land on him.

‘Hi,’ she says, ushering him over. ‘It’s okay.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he says.

She shakes her head. ‘Don’t be sorry. You're here now. Come here.’ She holds out her hand and he walks up to her. There are a million things he wants to say to her, apologies and what not, but once he holds her hand and sits on the side of the bed, that is all forgotten.

He looks at the dainty baby in her arms, eyes opened as they are taking in the world. 

‘You have a daughter, August,’ she says. 

He hesitates, but she picks up on it straight away. She places their daughter in his arms and the second he holds her close, August can finally let out that smile he knew was there deep down.

He has never been happier and is finally able to push those anxious thoughts aside, knowing they’ll creep up on him when he least expect it. But he has her by his side, the love of his life and though it will not be easy, he is ready to take on this challenge.

She pecks his cheek and whispers: ‘You look like a natural.’ She curls up next to him and sighs deeply. ‘I love you.’

August smiles. ‘I love you. Both of you.’ With all his heart.

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[little-diable]

New Year's Eve - Negan

Happy New Year's Eve y'all! Written for @firefly-in-darkness as part of my fic exchange. I hope you love this as much as I do, Daisy <3 Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Years after they've last seen one another, Negan and the reader cross paths again. And while she kneels as part of Rick's group, her mind starts racing. Or: saying goodbye to another year

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), mentions cheating, heartbreak, Negan being Negan

Pairing: Negan x fem!reader

She could feel the hairs rising at the nape of her neck, followed by goosebumps that littered her body like sand forming a beach. It was cold out and yet the temperature wasn’t the cause of her trembling, no. Moments ago she had been pushed to her knees. Moments ago she had closed her eyes and had started praying for the first time in years. Moments ago she had accepted that tonight may be her final night.

Everything had been going well, they had been on the run from the man they were supposed to fear, blending in with the night. Everything had been going according to plan, with their careful steps and their shaky intakes of air. Everything had been okay, until it no longer was. 

And all because of him. Negan, the man whose name was blemished, a name so feared even the walkers would probably think twice before going after him. To those around her, people (y/n) had been living with for weeks, he was a stranger, a feared one that is. But to her he was everything, or at least he once had been. 

He walked past them, growling words that were supposed to torment them, the ones that have decided to follow Rick, a foolish mistake one may think. But (y/n) couldn’t curse Rick or the ones she had befriended, no, all she could think about was Negan. It had been years since she had last seen the man she had once called her lover, a man she’d only cross paths with on new year’s eve, once a year. 

She could barely remember how it had all started, and yet her mind was racing, reminding her of the kisses he had pressed against her skin, how he had taken care of her every need, making her forget that he was a married man. The two of them had met in a crowded bar, moments before another year had started, and ever since they have formed some kind of ritual, a ritual that had ended as soon as their lives had been changed by this very apocalypse. 

“It’s New Year’s Eve, once again.” (Y/n)’s gaze wandered to the sky, waiting for Negan to  sit down next to her. He pushed a cup into her hands before he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in. “I can barely remember the last New Year’s I celebrated without you, but there sure as hell was more alcohol around.”

Negan’s laughter echoed through the night, tightening his grip on her as he took a sip of his own drink, “I’m pretty sure I was getting drunk in a bar alone. It’s a shame we haven’t met sooner.” 

For a second (y/n) allowed herself to imagine how being with Negan must have been like, without his wife in the picture. And yet her mind didn’t paint a happy picture, at least not one she’d find herself enjoying, torn by the pain he’d push upon her, not able to stop himself from simply being himself - one of the many reasons as to why (y/n) could never ask him to before more, sticking around as a close companion, a friend to warm his bed every new year’s eve.

“Well, I bet you would have fallen in love with me and I probably would have broken your heart.” The words rolled off her tongue as if she was telling a joke, laughing before she drowned her drink, eyes finding his. He only shook his head with a smile tugging on his lips, hand finding (y/n)’s to pull her to her feet. With one last glance thrown at the dark sky, (y/n) followed him down from the roof, making it towards her bedroom.

“I do not appreciate you killing my men.” Negan’s voice rang in her ears as if he was standing right in front of her. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too focused on teasing Rick, allowing her to slip in and out of her memories. Deep down she hoped that he wouldn’t recognise her, not paying enough attention to the woman that clearly didn’t fit into the group. 

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you, doll?” Negan had his face buried between her legs, arms wrapped around (y/n)’s thighs. It was close to midnight, yet another new year’s eve they were spending together with way too many alcohol and drunken kisses. He had been teasing her for minutes, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, till her legs started quivering, and then he’d pull away with a smirk, not yet done with her.

“‘M so close, please let me cum.” Her words reverberated through the room, eyes squeezed shut, hands tightening their grip on her bedding. Negan’s calloused fingertips circled her bundle of nerves, adding more pressure with every desperate moan rumbling through the moaning woman. His tongue kept lapping at her folds, set on her addicting taste. 

“Let go for me, c’mon.” She came with his name rumbling through her, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath leaving her. No man would ever manage to make her feel like this, Negan was her own drug, a substance so poisonous she could only get high off it once a year. And one day he’ll be the death of her, she was sure of it. 

“Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” Her head moved without her mind’s command, raising her gaze to take in his frame. Negan hadn’t changed much, he had gotten older, and yet he looked as handsome as she could remember. Fuck, in another life she would have married the man, falling for the teacher that had once tormented young girls and boys with activities no sane human being would dare to think of nowadays. An easy life they once have lived.

A better life than this one will ever be. 

“Only two more minutes.” He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke as (y/n) turned towards him. Her naked body was pressed against his, still covered in sweat, exhausted from the past hours they’ve spent doing the most ungodly things imaginable. A sweet kiss was shared between them, bodies searching one another as if they needed them for survival. 

“Do you have any wishes for next year?” (Y/n) murmured her words, fingers tracing shapes into his skin, needing to feel him close for as long as the night allowed her to. He’d be gone once the sun rises above the horizon, blending in with the night that kept their secret protected. 

“To see you again, on new year’s eve.” Chuckles bubbled out of her, almost drowning out the “You say that every year” that clawed through her. 

“Would you look at that, fuck, am I dreaming?” Tears welled up in (y/n)’s eyes. He had noticed her. 

Negan took a step away from Rick, swinging Lucille over his shoulder as he walked towards (y/n). Not once did they break eye contact, allowing them to take in one another’s frame, trying to find all changes that have left their marks over the past years. Years spent without one another close. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as if the devil himself was chasing her. This night will leave its bruises and marks, shall she survive Negan’s wrath. 

“My oh my, doll, you’ve changed. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” Negan crouched down in front of her, hand grasping her chin. One tear after another started falling, tears he wordlessly wiped away. This was her end, she could feel it, her flesh may not leave this world just yet, but her soul had been ripped from the cage of her bones, torn to shreds by the man she had once begged to stay with her.

“You know, you could stay, just for today. We could get some breakfast, maybe take a walk or something. Nothing stressful.” She watched him put on his clothes, momentarily freezing as (y/n) kept rambling. Her heart was aching, still not used to seeing him leave after hours spent with her lips searching his.

“You know I can’t, doll. This is our thing, isn’t it?” Her sight was blurred by tears, tears she tried to blink away before Negan could notice them. A nod was sent his way before she fell back against her still warm mattress, making his scent crawl up his nostrils. This was torture, and it always will be. Her teeth left marks on her lower lip, keeping her from screaming in frustration. 

“I’ll see you soon, take care, will you?” A soft and yet unemotional “I’ll see you in a year” left her, the sound accompanying Negan out of her apartment. 

“I think we both have always known that you weren’t the one to break my heart. It has always been the other way around, doll.” With one last gaze shot her way, Negan rose to his feet. He started walking once again, starting to murmur an all too powerful “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe”. 

[marie12141989]

This One Is Not A Test ch. 15

Word Count: 1463

Pairing: BuckyxOFC

A/N: Since I'm not going to be posting another chapter before it starts I just wanted to wish a happy Hanukkah to those of you who celebrate it.

Summary: Karli finds out about Tessa along with Sarah and the boys and she has to go into hiding with Tony. While she's hiding she sees the video someone took of Walker killing a member of the Flag Smashers.

“Come on Tessa, come on. Answer the phone.” Bucky said with a groan as he listened to the constant ringing. Somehow Karli had found not only found out about Sarah and the boys but Tessa as well and according to Sarah she had threatened all four of them. He hung up as soon as it went to voicemail before hitting the button to call her again, Sam had been able to get a hold of Steve and he had agreed to take Sarah and the boys to DC to keep an eye on them until it was safe again. Sam was on the phone explaining the situation to Tony while Bucky did his best to try and get a hold of Tessa to tell her to back up a week or two’s worth of clothes just to be safe but she wasn’t answering which caused his heart to sink. A whole bunch of what ifs popped up in his head and he mentally kicked himself for not being there to protect her.

“Hello?”

“Tessa finally.” He let out a sigh of relief.

“What’s going on? You sound worried.” She asked, Bucky turned to Sam who nodded his head and mouthed Happy before turning his attention back to the phone and Tony.

“I don’t know how but Karli found out about you. I don’t know what she’s planning on doing to you but she threatened you. Happy’s going to pick you up after work and take you back to your apartment. Pack up enough clothes and other things to last you a week or two because he’s taking you to Tony’s after you grab Alpine.” There was silence on the other end and he was worried that she hadn’t heard him.

“Why would she come after me?”

“Because of me. I got involved in all of this so now she’s going to try and hurt you to get at me.” He admitted. He expected her to start shouting at him but instead she got quieter.

“Okay. I was just about to clock out so I’ll just wait here.” She said and he heard the sound of something beeping followed by her turning her lock and opening and closing her locker door before he heard her walk out of the room.

“Okay. Just be careful alright? Please.”

“Hey compared to what you’re probably going through right now I think I’m in the eye of the storm right now. So I think if either one of us needs to be careful it’s you.”

“I’m always careful.”

“Uh huh. I doubt it.” The two of them laughed at that and said their good-byes before hanging up. Happy showed up rather quickly and took her to her apartment before going to Bucky’s to pick up Alpine and taking her to Tony’s cabin.

Two days later Tessa was in Morgan’s room playing with Alpine when Tony quietly walked over, one look at his face told her that whatever it was was not good news. “Hey Tony what’s up?”

“I need you to see something out in the living room.” He said quietly. A bit concerned now Tessa put Alpine on the floor and followed him out. Morgan started to follow but Tony put a finger up “Not you. This is something only for adults.” He said before they walked away. Pepper was standing in the living room biting at her thumb nail and staring at the television.

“Two days ago John Walker also known as Captain America was caught on video chasing down and killing a man. Apparently he believed that the man was responsible for killing his partner Lamar Hoskins while they were trying to apprehend the terrorist group known as the Flag Smashers. We have video proof of the incident, but we do have to warn you that those with young children might want to send them out of the room right now.” The man on the television said, they paused for a minute so that parents could send their kids away before they started the video. The video started with a woman standing by a fountain with a young boy on her right side and a young girl on her left, they were smiling and laughing and seemed to be having a good time when there was a commoction behind them. They turned around to see what was going on as did the person taking the video, Tessa watched as a man ran through the crowd shouting something a second before she watched the shield come flying towards him and hitting him square in the back possibly breaking his spine. She heard the man let out a shout of pain as he fell before John Walker came into view, she couldn’t see the man very well since he had fallen onto the steps of the fountain but she could hear him now that everyone had gone quiet.

“No! No! Please! It wasn’t me! I didn’t kill him! Please! It wasn’t me!” she could see the tips of his fingers in the air as he begged for his life just as Walker raised the shield. The woman let out a scream and covered the children’s eyes at the same time he slammed the shield down onto the man. Tessa let out a gasp as he did so before covering her mouth, she could hear the sounds of the shield hitting the man and the inhuman noises coming from him as he struggled to breathe. His legs twitched every time Walker brought the shield down and she could see his blood running beside his leg right before he stopped making any noises. Walker didn’t stop though, she watched as he brought the bloodied shield down onto the man a few more times before a thunk could be heard from the shield hitting the stone underneath.

“Jesus fucking Christ he cut him in half.” Tony said in horror. They watched as he calmly put the shield back on his arm and stared at everyone as if daring them to say or do something at that moment. She watched as Sam and Bucky came running up to late to stop him, she watched as Sam looked from John to the now dead Flag Smasher and back while Bucky ran his hands through his hair and looked at the ground while shaking his head. Before either one of them could say or do anything John took off and a second later she watched as they followed after him. Tessa left the room right as the video stopped, she pulled her phone out tapped on Bucky’s name in her contacts.

She listened to the phone ring a few times while her heart pounded in her chest “Hello?” Bucky sounded tired but at least she knew that he was still alive.

“Bucky where are you?”

“I’m headed towards the Sokovia Memorial. Zemo slipped away a few days ago and I’m pretty sure that’s where he’s headed.”

“What happened with Walker?” there was a slight pause.

“What are you talking about? Nothing’s going on with Walker.”

“Bucky there’s a video of him killing a man on the television. I watched you and Sam chase after him.”

“Yeah we went to stop him to keep him from hurting anyone. It took a while but we got the shield back from him. From what I understood they arrested him and he’s getting sent back to the states to stand trial. Not sure what they’re going to do to him but the government’s going to want to make themselves look good.”

“Are you coming home after you deal with Zemo?”

“Yeah I’ll catch the next plane home after I’m done with him. Why? Miss me already?”

“Well that and as much as I love Tony I’d feel a little bit better if I had a super soldier around to protect me from another super solider.”

“Ah I see. So it’s my muscles you like. And here I thought you liked me for my personality.” He said faking hurt, she was ready to defend until she heard him laughing.

“Oh shut up. Go hunt Zemo down and just hurry home smart ass.” She said before hanging up.

“So what did he say?” Tony asked.

“He said that they got the shield back from Walker and that he’s been arrested. Bucky thinks the government’s going to try to make themselves look good in all of this by punishing him.”

“Well knowing the government like I do I’d say that that’s a fair guess. They’re not going to admit that they messed up so they’re going to point the finger at their new puppet. It’s why Steve quit being Cap.”

“I guess this will be a learning moment for Walker then.” Tessa said before she went back to Morgan’s room.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

You Flinch During An Argument

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: mentions of abuse and murder, drinking, Kai being an asshole, language, crying, fighting, blood

a/n: this is formatted a little differently than my other headcannons

Tate Langdon

“Tell me it isn’t true!” you yelled, anger and betrayal flooding through you.

Tate didn’t say anything at first, keeping his eyes on the ground. You found out. He didn’t know how but you found out. The one thing he tried to keep hidden finally came out. And this definitely wasn’t going to end well.

“Tell me it isn’t true!” you yelled once more.

“I can’t! I did it, alright?! I shot up my school!”

You froze as soon as the words left his mouth. It was true. It was all true. Everything Chad told you was true.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

While speaking, Tate raised his arm slightly, trying to emphasize his words. But as soon as you saw his arm come up you flinched backwards, putting your arms in front of you to block yourself, preparing to be hit.

“Y/n,” Tate said weakly, his voice broken as he watched you cower away from him.

The anger between the two of you was gone. He slowly walked towards you, pulling you into an embrace.

“I would never hurt you. You know that right?”

“Y-yeah,” you said through oncoming tears.

“Then why,” Tate trailed off, not being able to find the words.

“My ex. He used to hurt me. And I saw you raise your arm and I just thought-,” you paused, trying to collected yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no you don’t have anything to apologize for. You’re safe here, and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Kit Walker

“You’re never home anymore! All I’m saying is that I miss you! I want to be with you!” you yelled out in tears.

What started as a simple comment of how much you missed him throughout the day, exploded into something way more than that. The two of you were screaming at each other, neither wanting to give up their side.

“I’m never home cause I’m working! I’m trying to help us have money! Which is kinda important!” he said while raising his arm to make a point.

But you didn’t realize that. Memories came flooded back. Dear came flooding back. In an instant you put your arms in front of your face and backed away.

“No!”

Kit froze when he saw what you did. All of his anger left him when he saw you react the way you did. Did you think that he would hit you?

“Y/n,” he trailed off, pain filling his heart.

You were sobbing now. You lowered your arms, but didn’t step any closer to him. You leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor, curling up into a ball.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry,” you mumbled out, attempting to speak through your sobs.

“Y/n you have nothing to be sorry about. What happened?” Kit asked softly and he sat down in front of you, still keeping his distance as to not upset you.

“My father, he,” you cut yourself off with a heavier sob, not wanting to reminisce any longer.

Kit’s heart shattered when he realized what your were saying. He immediately moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You don’t have to see him ever again, I promise. We can move, go somewhere far away from him, if you want. But I will never let him go near you again, I promise.”

You looked up at him with bleary eyes.

“Really?”

Kit nodded, and instantly relief flooded through you. You let your weight fall into Kit’s side, wrapping your arms around him, happy that you would never have to face your father again.

Post-Death Kyle Spencer

Kyle was having a meltdown again. You were trying to teach him how to communicate again, showing him flash cards to help him relearn words, and get his needs across to you. But Kyle didn’t like that. He thought you were treating him like he was stupid. And that made him upset.

“Not stupid!” he yelled, smacking the cards out of your hand.

You flinched, and brought your arms up to protect yourself, not bothering to think beforehand. Kyle froze and looked at you sadly when he saw what you did.

“Scared.... of me?”

“No Kyle, I’m not scared of you. I promise, it’s not you. It’s just, some people weren’t so nice to me when I was younger, and I just got scared. It wasn’t your fault.”

Kyle didn’t really know what to do, so he pulled you into a hug, trying not to hug you too tightly. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder, allowing a few tears to slip out.

“You... safe. I... protect y/n.”

You gently smiled, and hugged him tighter.

“Thank you Kyle.”

Jimmy Darling

“Jimmy, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” you said laughing slightly at his drunken state.

You reached over to take the bottle away from him, but he pushed you back and held the bottle away from you.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Jimmy slurred out, glaring at you.

“Jimmy,” you said softly.

You knew he was a little grumpier when he was drunk but this time he seemed different. He was angry. Violent.

“Please, just stop drinking and come to bed.”

Jimmy stood up and walked over to you, seeming even more angry. The bottle slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor, shattering.

“I said don’t tell me what to do!”

He was so close, and so angry. You didn’t know what was going to happen and you didn’t want to. Without thinking you brought your arms up to block your face and cowered away from him.

Seeing your reaction cleared some of the fog over his mind as he realized what happened. You were afraid. Of him. He immediately backed away, a few tears falling past his eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he whimpered out, not wanting to startle you by talking loudly.

You lowered your arms and slowly faced him. The sight broke you. He was crying because he thought you were scared of him. You slowly walked over to him and hugged him, trying to o comfort both him and yourself.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling guilt overtake him.

“I just got scared. You’ve never been angry like that before and I didn’t know what you were going to do. I’m not scared of you. I promise.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I’m not going to drink anymore. I promise. I’m going to stop, I never want to upset you like that again.”

James March

He was late again. The two of you were supposed to be having dinner together, but for the fifth time this week James was late. Normally you just waited for him, but you were so fed up. Was he cheating on you? Why was he always late?

You walked out of the room you waiting in and started walking around the hotel, hoping to find out where he was. Then you heard noises coming from James’ room. They sounded almost like moans.

You assumed he was cheating. That’s what it sounded like. You pushed the door open and gasped when you saw what was really happening. Maybe seeing him in bed with another women would’ve been better.

But there he was. Standing over a mutilated body and covered in blood. He turned to face you when he heard the door open, his face immediately falling when he saw your reaction.

“Darling, what are you doing here?”

You didn’t answer, still in too much shock to form your words.

You turned around and started to walk away. James ran after you and grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him. You instantly pulled your wrist out of his grip and backed away from him.

“Dearest please,” he said reaching for you.

You flinched away and pulled your arms up to cover your face. James’ heart shattered at your reaction. You were scared of him.

“Dearest, I would never hurt you. I promise.”

“But- but you killed that person. Why? Why would you do that?” you said, starting to cry.

“It’s just a hobby darling. I assure you, I would never lay a finger on you.”

No matter what he said, you didn’t believe him. You turned around and ran, not knowing where you were going. You just had to get away from him. You had to get away.

Kai Anderson

“What the fuck y/n?” Kai yelled.

He held your wrist tightly and dragged you down into the basement. You were scared, no terrified. Kai was the angriest you’ve ever seen him. You were supposed to kill someone, but backed out at the last moment. You only expected him to be disappointed, not like this.

He dragged you down the stairs and threw you to the floor. He crouched down next to you, and brought his hand near you face. You immediately flinched away, not knowing what he was going to do to you.

He laughed lowly at your reaction. You were scared of him. Perfect. Maybe now he can get you to do what he needed you to do.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying to lure you into a false sense of security. And it was working. You let your guard down.

“You know, I believed in you. I thought you were strong enough to do it. But since guess I was wrong.”

He gripped your hair tightly and started dragging you over to a closet. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing.

“No, Kai please! I’ll do anything please!”

“You already had the chance little lamb. But maybe when I let you out, you’ll be more obedient.”

He opened the door and threw you inside. The door slammed after you, leaving you locked in darkness. Trapped, until he calmed down. Or until you died. Whichever happens first.

[tallmadgeandtea]

Stop You Putting Roots In My Dreamland

Hello, and welcome to another SS&SP one shot! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I’m excited to be back! At first, I was going to only show a small part of this, but my lovely beta reader and friend @ms-march convinced me to post the full thing, so thanks to her! I wrote this for Lizzie’s birthday, which is today! Last year I wrote something sweet, but this year I decided to go with my current theme: yearning. So much yearning. I may also put this in a future SS&SP chapter, so heads up if you see it again. Hope all that’s okay with y’all. Thanks for reading about Elizabeth and Benjamin! Happy birthday, Lizzie!

SS&SP scene under the cut!

Her birthday was soon.

January had passed by in a blur of activity, exciting and rattling- the success from the first few tries, the committee's arrival, the incident in the woods and the fallout. She had only been in Headquarters for a few days, finally able to spend time there now that the threat of her father seeing her was gone. The others were getting used to her- used to her inside, among them instead of only seeing her beside the cart, sitting on the cot in Benjamin’s tent. She wanted it for so long, that being there was still shocking, foolishly dreamlike. It was so small and cramped, but she appreciated her spot by the window. She was sitting there when she remembered- looking at the calendar, writing notes down for plans to come. They didn’t notice when she stopped and stared at the dates, when she suppressed a small gasp. January was almost over.

February started next week.

Seven days, give or take, until her birthday.

Birthdays were no different than the other holidays- small moments of happiness mixed with melancholy, the constant reminders she couldn’t stop thinking about. Things used to be different. Things have changed. If her father was home, he’d stay for the morning. He’d compliment her appearance, have one of the servants bring in the gift he asked his agent or Prudence to buy. Ribbons for her hair, even though she never went anywhere. A dress to wear for dinner. Books to read in the study after work was done. The only personal part of the gift was his handwriting on the card, neat and to the point, his way of doing things. Happy birthday, Lizzie. Sometimes he included the year, other he ignored it- she wondered if he forgot, because she couldn’t. How could she forget that a year of her life was wasted instead of blossoming? When she turned 18, she almost cried, because she thought of the ballrooms in Philadelphia. She’d hoped he would let her see them that year.

He managed to say no, managed to blame it on the war.

She was given a necklace, with no glittering chandeliers, no raised voices in a crowd.

Her birthday was soon.

If she was alone, the celebration came at night. It was lonelier, but maybe she preferred it, maybe it was better than seeing her father and facing the music he played. Mary put aside her Quakerism and baked one of her mother’s cakes. She’d bring it into the study, along with the gift sent by her father. “Happy birthday, Miss Lizzie!” God bless her, she wore a small but contagious smile, and Elizabeth couldn’t refuse it. She cut pieces for her and Mary, let herself toast another year. But she always looked out the window later in the night, and wondered. Will this be a year like the others, Elizabeth?

Will you change, Elizabeth?

Will anything?

Her birthday was soon.

This year- this year, thank god, was different. Different than she ever thought possible, than anything she could’ve dreamed of while staring out the window. She was changing- she was becoming herself, fully and truly. And she knew she had a long way to go, but she felt it. There was finally progress, signs of a future- a future in her hands, a future she took to care for and nourish. With every day spent working for the cause, being the supplier, the Miss Walker of Valley Forge instead of Miss Walker of Philadelphia. How could she be lonely when she had an entire army to immerse herself in? To work alongside of? She was a part of them, in her own, peculiar way. Not as a soldier in uniform, but as something honorary, someone trusted. Even after the failures, she had help- she didn’t leave. She didn’t go back to the way things were- the way she might’ve just one year ago. She had friends on her side. She had a life- a life in Valley Forge, where she helped soldiers eat and helped the army find a bit of footing, try as hard as she might.

A gift better than anything her father could give her.

Her birthday was soon.

She was turning twenty, and she finally had something to show for it. Ten years ago, she was a child, waiting for the world to fix itself, too young to take action. Now she- was she a woman? Maybe. She had more strength, more confidence, but there were still moments where felt small, foolish, tired. Especially at the end of the day, work finished, waiting to be escorted home. You don’t serve a purpose here, now she would think as she watched the aides leave to prepare for supper, Washington for the patrol. You are something to get rid of. Something to take home.

A burden, not an ally.

Would she tell anyone?

And what if they don’t care?

“Miss Walker!”

Benjamin.

He was walking towards her from the General’s stables, shouting her name as he strode across the clearing. She was sitting on the single stair on the side of the house facing him, and the stables, the bakehouse, the woods. An underrated piece, view of the valley. But now all she saw was him, his walk, his eyes meeting hers. He was the one who waited until the soldiers showed up to unceremoniously drag her away. The moments before she left, when they were alone, was when she got to know him, learned how to be herself, how to live life here. Isn’t that true for every part? She thought wryly. And it was, but with Benjamin it was a small education. Less stress, judgment, anxiety. It was peaceful and light.

She felt the tranquility the valley hid so well when she was walking beside him and talking to him.

“Good evening, Major.” She said, looking up. He didn’t sit down, there wasn’t enough room. He leaned against the wall, crossing his legs, slightly pitching the heel of his boot into the dirt to steady himself. The hem of his cape fell onto the empty spot next to her.

She stared at it- she didn’t know why.

“You’re thinking about something,” he said.

“Lost in my own head,” she said. “The usual, Major.”

“May I ask what it is?” He asked, but then he jumped onto the chance to guess for himself, “Rations for tomorrow morning? An order from a regiment? How cold it is sitting out here?”

She shook her head, the edge of a smile on her lips, “I don’t think you’ll have the right answer this time, surprisingly.”

He leaned closer, intrigued- he had the same look in his eyes figuring something out, determined, yet somewhat hesitant, somewhat hiding. “Is that so, Miss Walker?”

“Am I traveling next week?” She asked.

He paused- there was the hesitation, the silent look. “We can’t know that yet. Why?”

Oh, she was feeling like a girl again, fighting the urge to kick the dirt with her boots, “It’s frivolous business, Major.”

“Nothing you say,” he said earnestly, “is foolish, Miss Walker.”

She didn’t know if she should tell anyone- but that didn’t matter. That didn’t matter, because she always told him.

“I just wanted to know where I would be spending my birthday.”

His head tilted, an incredulous expression betrayed on his face, “Your birthday?”

“Yes,” she replied, “the eighth of February.”

She didn’t say anything else, waited for him to process it, form a response. In the distance, a sparrow darted across the cold ground, disappearing into the thick of the trees.

“You never told me,” he said.

Did he sound hurt?

Or was it just her feelings?

“And you never told me yours, Major.”

He ignored it, “And what birthday is this?”

“You don’t have an idea?”

“No, regrettably.”

Did it feel real as she said it? “Twenty, Major.”

And then he did something unexpected- he looked at her, and he sighed. He looked as if he was regretting something, learning something he didn’t want to know. But the strange mood disappeared, and he gave her one of his soft, wistful smiles. “A very special occasion, Miss Walker.”

“Yes,” she agreed- why did he give her that look? How could she forget that? She swore she felt it as keenly as he did. “I suppose it is.”

“Don’t admonish it.” He argued, “It is important. What would you like for it, if I may ask?”

“My birthday?” She sighed, “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t need anything.”

She already had things- things she needed, things she loved, things to hold onto.

“Perhaps we can scour extra rations for the men on my behalf, like at Christmas.”

“Miss Walker,” he tisked, “that is foolish. You’ve got to have something for yourself. A drink. A dinner.”

Oh, she would love that. Another part of the dream.

“Maybe-” Benjamin said. He leaned closer again, cape reaching over the stairs, “maybe I can try to dance with you again. It went well the first time.”

In the tent, learning the minuet. She remembered his phantom touch, his steps, how happy she was to learn, to get something right. It was one of her first happy moments in months, in the valley.

“Why?”

“We could use some levity, don’t you think? And you could always use more practice. You’re quite an eager learner.”

“You’d indulge me, Major Tallmadge?”

“Always, Miss Walker.”

He added,

“You do the same in return.”

Oh, what did she say to that?

Suddenly, Benjamin left his spot on the wall, propelling himself forward until he stood in front of her. Until he held out his hand.

“We should practice, until then, don’t you think?”

She frantically stood up from her spot, looked around, “Now?”

“If you’ll indulge me,” he echoed her words.

“And you know I can’t refuse you. What a trick, Major.”

She took his gloved hand, which she’d done before- helping her onto her horse, out of the cart. But now it felt slightly different. Was it charged, and from what? The friendliness instead of customary, the cold air?

They stayed close to the house, near her spot. A part of her wanted to run into the middle of the clearing, dance between the trees, count the steps as the sparrows sang. A want, a fantasy.

“Ready, Miss Walker?”

“As I’ll ever be, Major.”

And then he danced with her, if she could call it that- it was less professional, even more provincial this time. He held her in a small circle, holding up their hands together, high in the air, elbows bent. Her skirts swayed, the edges touching the tips of his boots. There was no birdsong, but she imagined a fiddle playing a sweet, slow tune. There were no words spoken, because she couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t figure out what to say to him- did she talk about how she danced in Philadelphia? How she danced with a different Major- the gallant redcoat, with his dazzling smile and his poetic barbs?

Finally, she said, “When I dance in Philadelphia, I dance the way you taught me.”

But it came out more like a whisper.

“Did I teach you well?”

He was staring at her.

“Yes. You always have.”

“Miss Walker-” he wanted to say something, but he stopped. He led her into her next step.

Had it been seconds, or minutes? Time was slipping away, but she didn’t chase it. She stayed trapped here with him, dancing beside a stone house in the valley, dancing as if- no, it didn’t feel like a ballroom. She couldn’t convince herself she was there. She was somewhere entirely different- she was with him. She was with Benjamin, and it was a dream.

What else could it be?

The dream ended.

She felt the heel of her boot sink into the ground- a step gone wrong on her part. God, she should’ve known. Because of the snow, the ground would sink, destroyed by the brunt of its weight. Dirt and mud trapping you if you weren’t careful enough.

God, she wanted to scream.

Benjamin caught her, holding her an arm’s length away, his hands gripping her hands, tenuously holding them together. “Oh, Miss Walker- I’m so sorry-”

“It’s not you.” Oh, it could never be you. “My boot, Major.”

He nodded quickly, understanding. “Hold on, and let me pull you out.”

“I’m already holding on,” she said shakily.

He met her eyes, “Oh. Yes, you are.”

And then he swayed, and she swayed, and her feet were back on solid ground.

But she was somewhere else.

She imagined what it would be like-

She imagined what it would be like if he took her in his arms, up against his strong body, the same way he did when he saved her from falling on the ice, when she felt his urgent touch for the first time and fell in an entirely different, exhilarating, tiring way. Closer than dancing allowed. So much closer.

She imagined him reaching out and delicately cupping her chin, his fingers spread across her cheek. She imagined him closing his eyes, and she closed hers- until then, they stared at each other.

And then, she imagined he kissed her.

Kissed her like she’d never been kissed before, like none of the others mattered- and they didn’t, they never did. Not if it was with him- not if it was Benjamin. Benjamin was what made her feel so strongly. Benjamin was what she wanted. With his honey wheat hair, his dusky blue eyes, and his wistful, boyish smile. With the way he listened to her, with the way the world made sense when she was with him.

The world didn’t scare her when she was with him.

“Miss Walker?”

“Major Tallmadge?”

“You can open your eyes and let go, now.”

Oh, of course.

She meant to say, forgive me, but she said, “Do you dream, Major?”

He shook his head, “Not as much as you, Miss.”

And that was an answer she knew she’d hear.

The soldiers were coming up the road. She turned.

“Miss Walker?”

She looked over her shoulder, “Yes?”

“My birthday is next month as well.”

“What one, Major?”

“Twenty-four,” he said.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You always act older than you are.”

[chiliiscereal]

Here’s your GIF for the writing challenge!

Prompt: “It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.”

Good luck and thanks for participating!💛

Thanks for letting me do this challenge again @crossbowking !

Pairing: father figure Daryl x reader AGAIN cause I’m a sucker for that lol

Setting: season 2

Type: fluff and angst I guess?

Summary: when looking for Sophia, Daryl finds reader holed up in a cabin. Reader doesn’t speak, doesn’t listen, and doesn’t trust them at all. No one can figure out why but reader sticks with them anyway. One day, Daryl follows reader when they sneak out of camp, hoping to find out what could possibly have happened to make them like that

——————-

Silent world

Sophia’s tracks had begun to fade like the afternoon sunlight. They had gotten faint but Daryl didn’t want to tell Carol the truth. Eventually they disappeared and he was only left with a direction.

He found a set of footsteps the size of Sophia’s about thirty minutes later. It had to be her. Judging by how they weren’t set in one specific direction, whoever it was must be lost.

He followed the footsteps to an old cabin. She had to be in there.

You, however, hadn’t realized you were followed until the door was opened. You felt the thumping of cautious footsteps on the floorboards and immediately jumped into action. You pulled yourself from the floor quickly and hid yourself beneath the dusty bed in the corner, dragging the blankets down to obscure you from their vision. If there was one thing you’d learned in this new world it was that you couldn’t trust people. Strangers, family, doesn’t matter.

“Sophia?” Daryl called out as he peered around the corner cautiously. He glanced about the room, taking in the living conditions.

Old food wrappers...

Empty water bottles...

A few blood stains...

An old backpack that CLEARLY wasn’t Sophia’s...

Whoever had been there it wasn’t Sophia. They’d been there longer than the girl had been lost.

He tightened his grip on his crossbow. “Whoever’s in here better come out now.” He ordered.

The only response was a slight shuffling noise from under the bed. If it had been Shane or Rick they wouldn’t have heard it. But Daryl had been hunting out in the woods since he was a child, trained in hearing the sounds of hiding creatures.

Whoever they were they were alive.

“Gonna hide forever?” He growled, raising the crossbow so it pointing at the bed.

Nothing.

He was absolutely tired of this person acting like their cover hadn’t been blown.

“Get out before I drag ya out myself.” He ordered, stepping closer.

Still nothing.

Finally, he had enough of it. He reached over and pulled the blanket away from the floor. He waited... thinking they’d come out.

No movement at all.

He grabbed the bed by its headboard and shoved it away from the wall, causing a small gasp to come from underneath it.

You were no longer in darkness.

You opened your wide eyes and backed up against the wall, chest heaving with panic.

This man looked dangerous to say the least.

Mean expression.

Weapon out and pointed at her face.

Knife hanging at his belt.

Suspicious blood stains on his shirt.

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” He groaned. “I go out lookin’ fer one kid and then I find a different one?”

You didn’t respond. You just watched him with wide eyes.

“Ya seen another girl ‘round here, kid?” He asked, trying to calm down.

Still nothing. You just pulled your legs closer and tried to press closer into the wall.

“Got a family?” He interrogated with a firmer tone. “A group? Parents? Hell, even a weapon?”

You watched him carefully. Almost too carefully in Daryl’s opinion. Once he’d finished you shook your head, eyes drifting back to the crossbow in his hand.

He hadn’t even realized it was still pointing at her. He lowered it but still kept the weapon in his grip. “The hell am I ‘sposed to do now?” He asked himself out loud. “Don’t need another mouth to feed.”

You didn’t offer any suggestions. All you did was stare.

After a moment he groaned, his morals speaking louder than the selfishness of a survivor. “Damn it. C’mon. Get up.” He waved you to follow after him.

You shook your head, backing away. You didn’t know this man! He could hurt you! Do bad things! No way in hell would you willingly go with him.

He frowned. “Can’t ya talk?”

Nothing.

Just wide eyes.

“Listen, I’m ‘bout to leave yer ass alone in the woods if ya don’t give me a good enough reason why ya can’t.” His temper began to flare. “Got a group, got food, got water, an’ other kids. Seems like a pretty good deal ta me.”

You seemed to react to the word ‘kids’. You sat up a bit and seemed to watch him with interest.

“Yeah. We got another kid at our camp.” He nodded. “It’s safe.” He swore he was about to leave right then when you said nothing.

You looked down at the floor, thinking. Was this a good idea? He could easily be lying. Very easily. He seemed to know exactly what to say. That was dangerous. Very dangerous.

But other kids... safety... and water... that was something you hadn’t seen in a good long while. Might as well give it a try, right? You could always run if things went south. You were good at that.

Needless to say, Daryl was surprised when you pulled yourself off the ground and picked up your bag. You gave him a wary look but followed him anyway.

“So, ya ever talk?” He asked as the two of you walked through the woods.

You didn’t answer. You just surveyed the woods carefully. He could have men out there waiting to jump you and do bad things. Or there could be walkers. You didn’t know.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder, flinching you out of your state of mind.

“Gonna answer me or what?” Daryl asked, getting more and more frustrated.

You just frowned at him, unsure of what he was saying. He was talking too fast for you to follow along with it.

“I asked if ya ever talk.” He shouldered his crossbow, no hope whatsoever in you answering.

All he got in return was a shrug.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He sighed. Whatever. At least he’d be able to walk to the farm in silence.

—————-

When they arrived everyone was confused on who you were or where you came from.

The people living in the farm house asked you many questions and you could only catch a few words here and there.

Where

Who

Name

Girl

Sophia

Seen

Group

Woods

You just stared at the floor, unsure of how to respond.

“Is there something wrong with her?” Maggie asked quietly. “She’s not answering anything.”

“Been like that since I found ‘er.” Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t sure ‘a her name, family, or if she even got anybody.”

“Where’d you find her?” Lori frowned. “Surely she has parents somewhere out there.”

Daryl wanted nothing more to leave and return to his tent. But he answered anyway. “Was in a cabin. By the looks ‘a it it’s just her.”

“Sweetie, can you tell us your name?” Lori bent down so she could see your face. “Or where your parents are?”

Your eyes didn’t leave the floor.

Lori sighed. “It’s almost as if she can’t hear me.”

“Or don’t want to.” Shane snorted, leaning against the wall. “Kid doesn’t seem too happy to be here. Probably just thinks ignorin’ us is gonna make us mad or some shit.”

“Damn right it’s makin’ me mad.” The hunter watched the kid in front of him. “Can’t tell if it’s on purpose.”

“I’ve heard ‘bout kids shutting down an’ not speak in’ when they’ve been through somethin’ traumatic.” Hershel informed the group. “It could be like what happened to Beth earlier, an’ it’ll just take some time for her to come around.”

That was the answer everyone seemed to settle on.

They gave you time as well as plenty of opportunities to talk to them. They tried asking questions or telling you things but you didn’t respond no matter how hard anyone tried.

Daryl began to suspect what the real case could be when you didn’t even respond when Shane yelled at you.

He’d been trying to hurry up the process by forcing you to talk. When he got no response he finally snapped.

You’d been reading a book Maggie let you borrow, unaware that anyone had been talking. But you caught on quickly when the book had been slapped from your hands.

You gasped and stumbled away, face to face with an angry Shane.

You weren’t close to anyone in the group so you ran to the person who had brought you there, hiding behind Daryl.

Daryl had been surprised. He didn’t think you liked anybody there at all. After all, you never talked to anybody. Never answered any questions. Being there for five days hadn’t changed anything.

“The hell’s yer problem man.” Daryl growled. “Ya always go ‘round tryin’ to scare kids or what?”

“It’s not my damn fault she won’t talk.” Shane yelled. “She’s gonna learn some respect if she wants to stay here.”

“Yellin’ at her won’t get ya any damn respect.” Daryl bit back. “Hershel said it’d take time, didn’t he?” He glanced down at you as you hid your face from the fight.

“It’s takin’ too much in my opinion.” Shane rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.

From that day on you steered clear of Shane and stayed by Daryl’s side. He wasn’t too sure why you’d chosen him out of everyone else and neither were you. But it seemed to be the right choice. The man never forced you to talk. He never yelled at you when you didn’t react.

It seemed like he simply enjoyed peace and quiet.

You helped around the farm house by washing dishes and feeding chickens. You helped Maggie and Lori make dinner and always helped them clean up after.

You picked flowers for Lori.

You showed Carl how to climb a tree.

You played cards with Glenn.

If Daryl didn’t know better he’d say that you were enjoying your stay at the farm.

But you still weren’t talking.

You interacted with everyone, yeah, but you still never spoke.

Not even when the farm fell.

—————

You and everyone had spent almost a month out in the woods once the farm was gone. You bounced from house to house and never stayed in one spot longer than needed.

One house you stayed at, you found a pair of small batteries. Even wire and tweezers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give you hope.

So that night you snuck out to the back yard once you were sure everyone was asleep.

But everyone wasn’t.

Daryl wasn’t.

He’d noticed the moment you disappeared.

He’d gotten up and walked outside, crossbow in hand. Maybe you’d ran away. Or got taken. Maybe you went outside and gotten lost.

But he found you leaning against a tree instead.

“It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.” Daryl stated, even though he knew you wouldn’t respond.

You did however react to feeling his footsteps vibrating the ground. Quickly, you stuffed whatever had been in your hands into your pockets and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Damn, kid, I ain’t gonna bite.” He held up his hands in surrender. “The hell ya doin out here?”

As always, you didn’t say anything. You looked back at the forest floor almost guiltily.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He frowned.

You knew you should tell him. He’d proven himself trustworthy after all. You just... you were scared you were wrong. That he’d be just like every other adult I. Your life.

“What’d ya have in yer hand before?” He tried, gesturing to whatever you’d stuffed in your pocket.

You tore your gaze away from him and reached down to pull out an object wrapped in cloth.

Daryl sat down beside you. “Can I see it?”

You held it a bit closer, brain still thinking in circles.

“I ain’t gonna break it or nothin’ if that’s what yer worried about.” He rolled his eyes.

Finally your mind was made. You set it down in his hands and waiting for his reaction.

Carefully, aware that you were watching his every movement, he unwrapped whatever it was.

He didn’t know what it was at first. It was almost as long as his smallest finger and was colored silver and tan. He realized what it was when he finally turned it over.

“Hearin’ aids?” He asked, turning to you.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “D-deaf.” You spoke, nerves at how he’d react making you stutter.

He jerked back a bit in surprise. “Ya been deaf this entire time?”

Another nervous nod.

“Damn, that’s impressive.” He gave you a sort of half grin. “How’d no one catch on? An’ why didn’t ya tell nobody?”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a notebook, scribbling on a couple sentences. You showed him once you were done.

‘Lip reading. And I didn’t trust you.’

“But why didn’t ya talk like ya did now?” He frowned. “I wouldn’t ‘a known the difference.”

You wrote down more, hesitantly.

‘I’ve been told I sound stupid when I talk. So I don’t.’

You fiddled with your shoelace as he read.

“Who the hell told ya that?” He practically growled. “And why don’t ya know any ‘a that sign language?”

You took the notebook back and wrote down a few more sentences.

“And why don’t ya use the hearin’ aids?” He added.

You turned the book back to face him, only one word written.

‘Dad’

You felt ashamed to be admitting this. This wasn’t anything he needed to know. He would probably react the same way your dad reacted when he was given the opportunity.

“Hell no yer gonna explain more than that.” Daryl pushed the book back into your arms. “Can’t just half ass an answer.”

You sighed and began again.

‘He thought being deaf was a weakness. No sign language, no hearing aids, and no talking the moment my mom turned. He broke them when I broke the rules.’

You swallowed the emotions rising back up in the back of your throat.

He was a horrible man.

It was sickening, but you were almost glad that he was gone.

Daryl’s expression darkened when he read those words. “Sounds like an ass to me.” He handed the notebook back to you again. “So you tryin’ ya fix ‘em?”

You nodded and pulled out the batteries and wire, shrugging.

Daryl sighed. “Sorry, but that won’t be enough to fix these.” He examined the hearing aids once more. The wires were pulled apart and some of the plastic had snapped.

“... I know.” You managed to speak again, summoning your bravery. “Just wanted to try.”

Daryl’s expression didn’t change when you spoke. Maybe your dad was wrong. Maybe you didn’t sound as stupid as he told you you did.

Daryl handed the hearing aids back to you gently. “M’sorry kid.”

You shrugged again, placing them back in your pocket carefully.

Suddenly, Daryl had an idea. I’d require a run for sure but it’d be worth it. For now, he’d keep quiet about it. He didn’t even know if it’d work. But he might as well try.

——-

For the next few weeks on the road Daryl was on every run. You were curious about why but you dismissed it as him trying to make sure everyone would survive the coming winter.

By now, everyone knew you were deaf. They all reacted as Daryl had and treated you the same as they always did.

It was relieving to be honest. And a bit of a surprise. But the bigger surprise came later when Daryl told you he wanted to show everyone something in the woods.

You’d followed along, assuming he’d found more supplies.

Instead of revealing more supplies, he knelt down so he was at your level.

“I know it’s been hard without yer hearin’...” he started, reaching into his back pocket, “an’ I hope ya don’t mind I did this without askin’...” he pulled out an object wrapped in a familiar cloth.

You realized what was happening the moment you saw it.

“I gave it my best shot.” He pulled away the fabric and revealed the newly repaired hearing aids. “Found a book an’ some supplies on the last run.”

You hadn’t even realized tears were running down your face until they dropped onto your shirt.

Daryl reaches over and placed the hearing aids in your hands. “Give ‘em a try?”

You glanced at the faces of your new group. They must have known. Not a single one of them looked surprised. Just expectant and...happy. Happy for you.

Slowly, you tucked your hair out of your way. You set the small machine in place. You placed your hand over the on button tentatively.

The Hunter you’d grown attached to gave you a nod.

Finally, you pressed the button.

You waited and held your breath.

It was as if everything came crashing in at once.

The wind that rushed through the trees was giving out hollow rattling noises.

The birds above were chirping shrilly, each whistle harmoniously fitting together like a puzzle.

And you... you could hear yourself gasping in surprise as you spun in circles. You could hear the leaves crunching beneath your feet. Did that always happen?

“I’ll take it that it works?” Your thought were interrupted by a raspy southern accent.

You spun around, facing Daryl once more.

He stood back up, tip of his mouth tipped up in a half smile.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t even thank him with your words.

So you thanked him the only way you knew how: with actions.

You wasted no time in running in his direction, more tearing spilling down your face as you wrapped your arms around the surprised man.

He returned the gesture after a moment of hesitation. “Wasn’t no problem.”

You buried you face in his shoulder, overcome with emotion. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!”

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “Was nothin’.”

You shook you head and hugged him harder. “No, it was everything.”

[13uswntimagines]

Always Hers (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: A sequel to Always Yours where Kelley introduces Sonnett to reader and they hit it off, and a relationship builds. Basically it’s 7000 words of Emily and reader falling in love, Christen realizing she royally messed up, Tobin freaking out just a touch, and Kelley totally not gloating about it. 

Author’s Note: This was requested by @women-enthusiast​

Emily was terrified. She had been having the time of her life, sat in the front row of an Y/n L/n concert dancing next to Kelley. Hell, during Shut Up and Dance you had even winked in their direction (making all of the girls around them swoon). But about halfway through the show, a very large man had come to stand in front of them.  

He had simply stood and stared, leaving them mostly alone until the very end of the show. He sent them a small smile and an “if you two ladies could come with me please”, before escorting them out of the crowd and deeper into the stadium. Which every turn down the twisting hallway, she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter and tighter. What the fuck was happening? 

“You gotta relax before you have an aneurism. Everything will be fine,” Kelley said quietly as the man led them through a door and into a cozy-looking room. 

A couch sat against one wall, a Stanford sweatshirt thrown carelessly across it and a guitar propped up beside it. The sound of running water gave them a very good guess of what was behind the door on the opposing wall. 

Emily took a deep breath, holding in a gasp. This couldn’t be what she thought it was. 

“If you would please wait here, Ms. L/n will be with you in a few minutes. Feel free to help yourself to the table,” The man smiled, gesturing towards the table filled with water and a fruit tray across from the comfy looking couch. 

Kelley rolled her eyes, immediately making her way over to the food table to peruse the options. She scrunched her nose as she looked over the items. 

“Well this is bullshit,” She mumbled, grabbing a grape and popping it into her mouth. Emily frowned, unsure as to how Kelley could be so casual right now. 

“What?” She asked, stepping towards the table. She blinked at the spread. There was way too much food on the table for one person. 

“There aren’t any chocolate-covered strawberries. They always used to be on her riders,” Kelley mumbled, puffing her cheeks out as she grabbed her another grape. Emily frowned. How the fuck did she know what was supposed to be on the table? She opened her mouth to ask the question, but a voice behind her beat her to it. 

“Apparently they were unavailable this last minute,” Emily whipped around in shock, her eyes bulging at the sight of you in a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, casually running a towel through your hair. You smiled crookedly at them, your dimples on full display. It wasn’t your stage smile though, Emily noted (barely able to take her eyes off your exposed biceps enough to actually think about it). It was easier, more natural.

“Holy shit, you’re-“ Emily studdered, her brain unable to process that you were standing right in front of her. Your lips quirked in amusement before you looked past the blond to your favorite defender. 

“You couldn’t come and greet us yourself, you had to send oddjob after us?” Kelley asked, tossing another grape in her mouth and crossing her arms. She hadn’t brought Emily here to set you up, but her reaction was definitely amusing. She also hadn’t missed the extra blinks you had given the blond defender. Perhaps her plan was going to work better than expected. 

You rolled your eyes at the woman. Greg had been your security guard for years and she still refused to learn his name. You were just lucky that their presence hadn’t caused a riot in the crowd. 

“You conveniently forgot to tell me that you were coming, and Greg didn’t want a replay of the riot we almost had at the Superdome,” You said, your eyebrow quirking up. She winced at the memory, shaking her head and finally closing the distance between the two of you. 

You huffed her tightly to you, resting your cheek on the top of her head. The two of you swayed lightly as you hugged. It had been way too long since you had seen each other. 

“Missed you sunshine, you never answer your phone anymore” She hummed into your neck. 

“Missed you too,” You said softly, holding her tighter, and ignoring the second statement. The truth was that it was hard, that sometimes when you talked to Kelley all you could think about were your college days. It wasn’t just her that you pushed away, it was everyone. 

You had been friends with the woman even before the two of you went to college. She was your sounding board, your rock, more your sister than your friend at this point, and she hated you were locking yourself away again. 

“You, you’re-“ Emily’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. You squeezed Kelley one last time before returning your attention to the blond standing wide-eyed in the middle of the room. 

You had to admit that she was adorable with her pink cheeks and her hands pinned at her sides, unsure of what to do. 

“You should introduce me before she passes out,” You whispered loudly, nudged Kelley. The older defender smirked at her counterpart. She hadn’t meant for you and Emily to be more than friends, but if it turned out that way, she wouldn’t be upset. You were the sweetest person she knew, even if you had lost some of your sunshine over the years. You would treat the blond defender well and vice versa. You both deserved to be happy. 

“Right. Emily, this is Y/n. Y/n this is frat daddy junior Emily,” She nodded, not missing the eye contact between the two of you. You smiled wide, taking a step towards the frozen defender and grabbing her hand. 

“Well Emily, it’s a pleasure to meet you. A friend of Kelly’s is a friend of mine,” You said, bowing slightly and lifting the back of her hand to your lips. You could be suave when you wanted to be. 

“You said my name,” She said dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open slightly. 

“I think she’s made one too many tackles,” You laughed, glancing at Kelley over your shoulder. The woman facepalmed. The most interest you had shown in another person in nearly a year, and she’s too star-struck to realize it. 

“I swear she’s not usually like this,” Kelley mumbled, and you bit your lip in amusement. 

“Whatever you say Squirrel,” 

*****

Emily smiled down at her phone. The two of you had been texting nonstop since the concert, and she found herself slowly becoming addicted to your sweet and sometimes dirty sense of humor. 

It was interesting, how different you and your stage persona were. 

She learned how quiet and thoughtful you were. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide the sadness that seemed to linger behind your million dollar smiles. A cautiousness behind every interaction. She wondered what had turned you from Kelley’s so-called sunshine into a cloudy day. 

She bit her lip watching the three little dots, indicating that you were typing, hoping that you would like the restaurant she had chosen. She giggled at your quippyness about how posh the place sounded. 

“Who ya texting that’s got you smiling like that?” Kelley asked, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. Emily jumped, her phone nearly falling out of her hands as she rushed to get out of the message, before seeing it was only Kelley. 

“Oh, just Y/n,” Emily mumbled, her cheeks turning very pink.

Kelley smothered her smirk as she sat down beside the defender. “That’s cool, what’s she up to?”

“She’s in town, we’re going to get lunch or something,” Emily shrugged nonchalantly, and Kelley’s smirk got bigger. She wasn’t sure if you would go for it after the whole fiasco with Christen. 

“Really?” 

“You sound surprised?” Emily’s nervous eyes met hers. Kelley paused unsurely. How did you tell one friend that your teammate hurt the girl that she might be interested in so bad that she was terrified of relationships? 

“Y/n got hurt really bad by someone she loved. She hasn’t been the same since,” Kelley said softly. 

“You mean she hasn’t moved on yet?” Emily’s head tilted to the side, trying to understand. She had heard your stories through music, but she never thought about how that might translate into real life. 

Kelley shook her head, biting her lip. After Christen, you had rebuilt your walls and hidden your heart away in your castle so no one could hurt you. That was until you laid eyes on Emily. “She hasn’t let anyone get close to her again,” 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah, Just don’t hurt her, alright?” Kelley hummed, patting Emily’s knee. If you were going to open up the gates again, she didn’t want an army of white walkers marching in. They would pillage the little bit of you that was left. But the way pink traveled up Emily’s neck all the way to her ears told her that her best friend knew how delicate this situation was.

“We’re just friends Kell,” Emily muttered. 

“Whatever you say junior, and for the record, she didn’t text me about lunch,” Kelley laughed, patting her leg one more time as she stood. You two would figure it out on your own time. 

****

Emily smiled at Greg as she passed through the door to the little cafe you had chosen for lunch. He winked at her and pointed towards a table in the back, away from the windows twiddling your fingers nervously. 

All the security and fans staked out everywhere you went took some serious getting used to, as did your propensity for cheeseburgers over anything remotely fancy. Each time the two of you had done this over the past few months you had chosen somewhere with reasonable food and amazing milkshakes. 

The crooked grin you saved specifically for Emily broke across your face when you saw her, and you stood from your chair to greet her in a warm hug. You kissed her cheek and stepped back to pull her chair out for her, before handing her a beautiful (plastic) Rose. It had become a thing between the two of you. You didn’t like real flowers, they died, but fake ones stayed forever. 

“Hey superstar, I’m glad you could make it,” You grinned, pushing her chair in, and taking the seat across from her. 

“Well, you’re too cute to pass up,” She quipped back, enjoying the pink that dusted your cheeks. 

“I ordered you’re regular. Is that ok?” 

“You remembered my order?” Emily asked, her eyes widening in surprise. You felt the warmth in your cheeks travel up to your ears. The truth was that you had known her order after the 3rd time lunch the two of you had done, (and you ordered extra onion rings in case she didn’t want the French fries). 

“Well, we’ve done this a few times,” You shrugged, picking at the table. Her hand covered your own, and you smiled softly at the action, suddenly feeling shy. 

“You’re adorable,” She mumbled under her breath as the waitress set two milkshakes on the table in front of you. Noticing that yours wasn’t your normal chocolate peanut butter concoction and instead was the strawberry one she had tried last time. 

“Hmm, 20 questions?” You asked, sipping your shake (that you definitely didn’t get in case Emily changed her mind). 

It had become your go-to game with the woman, and both of you have always had a blast with the get to know you game. 

“Are you going to answer mine honestly?” She quirked an eyebrow up at you. The last time you had seen each other, you fibbed just slightly (not so slightly) about your new music. You were reluctant to give spoilers, and you told her your lead-off single was going to be a fun song playing off the saying sex on a beech (cake by the ocean). Instead, you had chosen something much sappier, about the start of a new relationship called Begin Again. 

Your fans had gone crazy, trying to put all the pieces together. It seemed they were divided on if you and Christen had gotten back together, or if you were finally moving on. You kept your lips sealed, and it had taken Emily more than an hour to finally weasel to real answer out of you. 

“Scouts honor,” You saluted, taking another drag of the strawberry milkshake. 

“You go first,” Emily grabbed your shake and took a sip, pushing her own chocolate one back towards you. You blinked, thinking for a second. You had never mastered suttelty in normal conversation, and you had no idea how to ask your question. 

“Are you dating anyone?” 

“Nope,” She smiled, popping the p. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Cool. I believe you’re now entitled to a question?”

Emily tapped her chin in thought, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Are the rumors true? Kelley won’t tell me,” 

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific babe,” You smirked, smiling kindly at the waitress as she set down your double cheeseburgers. Your life was plagued with rumors. That you were dating this celebrity, that Preath had broken your heart. 

“You dated Christen and all your songs are about her?” Emily asked, grabbing an onion ring off your plate and dipping it in your milkshake. 

“I think dating would be a bit of a stretch,” you snorted, shaking your head. You weren’t sensitive about it anymore considering the media shoved it down their throat every chance they got. Emily waved her hand as if to say go on, you sighed. Despite the media pressure, you hadn’t really told anyone (besides Kelley) about it before.“We were best friends, who occasionally slept together. I caught feelings, Christen didn’t. She wanted Tobin and I was her plaything until Toby was ready.” You said the midfield turned forward’s name mockingly, looking wistfully over Emily’s shoulder. 

She watched you for a moment, taking in the faraway look in your eyes. Her heart ached at the deep line in your forehead that hadn’t been there mere moments before. 

“That was only the first part of my question,” she said softly. You blinked back to yourself. 

“I write about what I feel, so some of them are about her. But lately they’re all about an amazing girl who makes me feel things that scare the crap out of me, things I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel again,” Your y/e/c eyes met her blue ones and you smiled softly.

Emily sat up in surprise, anxiety beginning to bubble up in her chest. She liked doing this with you, and she didn’t want it to stop. She opened her mouth to ask her, but your shaken voice cut her off. 

“Would you be my girlfriend?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Emily smiled, leaning across the table, cupping your cheek and placing a very sweet kiss on your lips. Your fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the back of her neck as you carefully pulled her closer. You pull away a second later, connecting your forehead and breathing heavy. You would take that as a resounding yes. 

“Does this mean I can hear the rest of the album early?” She asked, her breath fanning across your lips. 

“I’m sure we can work something out,” you said as you leaned in again. Gosh her lips were addictive. 

*****

Distance sucked, but over the past year, you and Emily had made it work. It was difficult with your music commitments and her soccer stuff, but as far as the two of you were concerned, it was worth it. 

Emily laid with her eyes closed, her phone resting on her chest and Kelley sitting beside her as the radio host introduced you to the audience. She was happy to relax and listen to you talk about the thing you were the most passionate about (besides her). 

It was nice to hear your voice, even if it sounded even more tired than it had when you talked the night before. 

She could tell how much the press tour for your new album was taking out of you, and it killed her just a little bit to not be able to comfort you. You hadn’t exchanged the words yet, but she was sure that you loved her as much as she loved you ou. 

“So I’ve got to ask, this album sounds so much different than both Heartbreak Hotel and Divinely Inspired to a Hellish Extent. There’s less pining and a lot more love,” The interviewer asked casually, but Emily could hear the smirk in his voice. The fans were going nuts now that your music had shifted from heartbreak to a blossoming love story. They all wanted to know who (Christen) had you writing sappy love songs. 

“Yeah, I’m in such a different place than when I wrote either of those two albums, and I think that’s reflected in the music,” You volleyed the question, twisting it around so you were answering it and not answering it all at the same time (a skill that Emily both admired and was terrified of). 

“So, it’d be safe to assume that you’re first two albums were about one relationship and this one is about another?” The interviewer pressed. And Emily groaned loudly. God, why couldn’t they just let it go? It had been nearly 3 years since you and Press were a thing. You had moved on and were finally happy, why wasn’t that enough? 

Kelley smirked at the outburst, side-eyeing the defender. She was thrilled that you had finally found someone who would treat you right. Both women were so caught up that they didn’t notice the couple entering the room and sitting on the bed opposite of them. 

“God, why can’t they just let it go?” Christen said loudly after yet another question from the interviewer. All eyes snapped to her, and Kelley raised her eyebrows at the outburst. “Don’t give me that look, I’m tired of them trying to get her to confirm that we dated,” She huffed, crossing her arms and leaning further into Tobin who began to rub her back. 

“I think dating is putting it loosely. If I was her I wouldn’t have just thrown you under the bus, I would have been the fucking driver,” Kelley rolled her eyes. 

“That was uncalled for,” Tobin grumbled. 

“You’re just upset because you didn’t know Forget You was about you,” Kelley snorted. Remembering how Tobin had walked around camp whistling the tune until she had broken the news. (Still, you found it hilarious considering the original lyrics). 

“You know what I meant,” Tobin grumbled. 

“I’m pretty sure she’s tired of it too,” Emily said softly, smiling almost sympathetically at the woman. You had gotten over most of your anger, and insisted that she shouldn’t be mean to Tobin. Love made you all do crazy things. 

“I write what I feel, and I think the only safe thing to assume from that is that I’m happy,” You added, bringing everyone’s attention back to the interview. Emily smiled softly at the phone. You were happy. You had gained your sunshine back, as Kelley put it, and she was glad that she was part of the reason for that. 

“And sickeningly in love?” The interviewer again tried to dig. 

“And in love,” Your smile was visible in your tone. Emily masked her sudden intake of breath. She knew, but it was the first time she was hearing it out loud. 

“I didn’t know she was in a new relationship” Christen’s eyes snapped to the phone in surprise. She knew you would move on eventually, but actually seeing evidence of it was causing all kinds of feelings to bubble in her chest. Feelings she didn’t have the right to have. She made her choice and she was happy too. You deserved that. 

“The new love songs are so sweet. It’s probably her best album yet,” Emily added with a shrug. It wasn’t just the music that was good, it was the knowledge that you were both falling together. That you would be there to catch each other was amazing. (And the memory of you strumming out a few of the love songs in your underwear in a concert just for her was a bonus too).it didn’t matter that the world was sure they were about Christen. Everyone in this room knew they weren’t. 

“I’ll have to listen to it, wonder who it's about,” Christen said thoughtfully. She shouldn’t deny that she missed you. Missed the friend part of your relationship. 

“Someone who knows just how lucky she is,” Kelley said, looking Christen in the eyes. It was no secret that she still harbored ill feelings over what happened between Chris and her best friend. Emily shrunk slightly. The two of you had agreed to keep the relationship on the down-low, and Preath were the last people she wanted to tell. 

Christen’s jaw dropped in surprise. You never talked about your relationships. Not even when you and her were involved. You weren’t good with emotions and it was a more ‘gentle-womanly thing to do’.

A barely audible “She told you?” left her lips. And Emily’s heart rate skyrocketed, thinking that this was about to become even more awkward than it already was. 

“My lips are sealed,” Kelley smirked, running her hand across her mouth in a zip it motion before throwing away the key. She wasn’t about the mess up the most stable relationship you had ever been in, and it was fun to watch Preath squirm. 

Emily took a deep breath. Some relaxing evening this had turned out to be. She went to swipe the radio app away on her phone when your name popped up next to a text. She couldn’t help the edges of her lips turning up. 

You really did have amazing timing. 

*****

Emily loved peaceful nights at camp. Early nights where the team bonding movie ended at a decent hour and they didn’t have early morning practice the next day. Sure her bed's cuddles weren’t as good as yours, but they still comfy. 

She had gotten to talk to you tonight, a long FaceTime. It bothered you how exhausted you looked, how your crooked smile hadn’t met your eyes. The chaos of touring was rough, made even more difficult by time zone differences. But still, you had made time to talk to her, to tell her how much you loved her. 

She idiot wondered what had pulled her out of her sleep, before the soft knock on the door sounded again. 

“Who the fuck is at our door at 3 Am?” Emily groaned loudly, rolling onto her back, and glancing over at her roommate in the other bed. She thought late-night pranks were banned at this camp, and she had been lucky to be roomed with her best friend. 

“I have no clue. Maybe if we ignore it, it’ll go away,” Lindsey mumbled, burying her face further into the pillow, moaning loudly when the knocking got even more insistent. 

“Fuck, I’m coming, cool your jets,” Emily huffed, throwing off the covers and marching towards the door. She flung it open, ready to yell at however the fuck had the nerve to bother them at this hour. But the words died on her lips the second she saw your very tired form leaning heavily against the doorframe, plastic Rose clutched firmly in your hand. 

“you’re here,” she said softly and you flew into her arms. You held her tightly, running your nose along the collum of her neck. She stumbled with the foot-wide, grabbing the doorframe to steady the two of you. 

“Sorry, I just. I missed you. I can’t sleep without you,” You mumbled into her skin, placing a kiss on the spot she loved so much. Emily wasn’t sure if you were apologizing for waking her up, or for nearly tackling her to the ground, but she didn’t care. It was so nice to have you in her arms after nearly 2 months of being apart. 

“Shhh, come in. It’s alright, I missed you too babe,” She hummed, stepping back and pulling you into the room, and closing the door. She grabbed the flower, smiling softly at it before placing it in her nightstand. She could tell how exhausted you were (you had probably flown in right after your show), and the last thing you needed was her teammates coming out to see what the commotion was. 

You mumbled something incoherent into her neck, following her as she sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Babe? Who is it, Son?” Lindsey Asked sitting up and taking in the sight of you basically sitting on Emily’s lap with your head buried in her neck. You looked up at the woman wide-eyed, and she gasped. “Holy shit, you’re Y/n L/n and Disani just called you babe,” 

“Surprise...” Emily smiled, and you huffed into her neck. She could feel your nose twitching, a telltale sign that you were probably about to fall asleep.

“How long?” Lindsey asked breathlessly, holding in the awe at how cute you two looked together. She never expected the big badass singer to turn into puddy in her best friend’s arms. 

“Like a year and a half?” Emily shrugged, shushing you again and running fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. Your schedule was brutal and you had a propensity to avoid sleep when you were stressed. But on the bright side, she had learned that you always got cuddly when you were sleepy Like a puppy. 

“Damn, That’s why you’re so obsessed with all her music. It’s about you,” Lindsey laughed. Emily’s cheeks turned bright red as she cleared her throat. You weren’t really awake enough to register that your girlfriend was still your number one fan. 

“Let’s get Y/n into bed. You must be exhausted,” Emily said softly, maneuvering so you were both under the covers. You hummed, leaning up to peck your girlfriend’s lips before settling back into your favorite hiding spot. 

The room was quiet for a few minutes, and Emily breathed a sigh of relief as your breathing evened out. You had never been a great sleeper, and she worried about how much you got while you were on tour. You were adorable, even more so when you were sleeping. Your face relaxed and you looked younger. Emily couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Christen ever let you go when you offer up the opportunity to see you so unguarded (a sight your fans rarely got a glimpse of). 

“You know the media is going to think you snuck into the hotel to see Christen right?” Emily murmured after a few minutes, not expecting you to reply. 

“Fuck the media. They need to chill with that Preath bullshit,” You huffed, burrowing deeper into the woman and placing a kiss on her collarbone, completely forgetting that you weren’t alone. You would call your publicist in the morning and have all the rumors squashed anyway (you didn’t want another disastrous interview like the one where Ellen had found pictures of you and Christen from college). 

“Wait you dated Christen?” Lindsey gasped, nearly falling out of her bed, and you groaned incompressible into your girlfriend. 

“A loose interpretation from what I’ve gathered,” Emily giggled, again comparing you to a puppy on her head. 

“It doesn’t matter, we all know who’s bed I was in tonight,” You huffed. 

“Damn right we do,” Emily tilted your chin up to kiss your lips. Emily wasn't the jealous type, but it was hard when the entire world was convinced you were with someone else. It also helped that you were always so sweet with her and made sure she knew how much you loved her. 

You pulled her closer, your fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the back of her neck as your tongue ran over her bottom lip. God, you had missed her. You moaned lightly when Emily’s tongue met your own. 

You were brought out of your moment by a very loud cough. You sat bolt upright, blinking owlishly around the woman in the opposite bed. 

“No sex while I’m here alright?” Lindsey smirked, amused by this you that few people ever got to see. This adorable side that seemed to be entirely taken with her best friend. No wonder you wrote her so many sappy love songs. 

“You’re no fun Linds,” Emily cackled, pulling you back down beside her. 

It would be a pain in the ass to get you out of the hotel without anyone seeing you, but the risk was totally worth getting to spend time with your girl, even if it was only for a few hours. 

****

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. You had won 6 grammy’s the night before, and now you got to sit in the stands while your girl fought for the Shebelieves cup. You hadn’t been to a soccer game since Paris, and you had to admit it was slightly addictive watching your girl be a badass defender. It was one thing watching it on TV for the 3 years you had been dating, and an entirely different one to actually be here. God, she was gorgeous. 

You pulled your jacket tighter around you and shifted your hat down a little bit further. This was Emily’s moment, and you didn’t want to draw any attention away from her. 

*****

Tobin was freaking out, her normally chill persona nowhere to be found. Her hands were shaking and she didn’t know if it was fear or rage. Who the fuck gave you the right to show up at one of their games (sporting a jersey nonetheless) after you had released a song like To Make You Feel My Love. She thought that you had given up on chasing Christen years ago, but why were you here, seeming hiding in the stands. 

The media had been shoving the Preath narrative down your throat for months, maybe it had finally gotten to you. Yet, weren’t you in your own relationship? Maybe they had all read the signs wrong and you were still head over heels for Christen. 

If you were going to finally make a stand for her girl, why had you chosen this venue? She shook her head, heading into the tunnel for halftime, she needed to figure out how to stop your bid for Christen’s heart. 

“You didn’t tell me she was coming,” Tobin growled, passing Kelley as she made her way to her locker. 

Kelley shrugged, unable to suppress her smirk. “She’s not here for you anyway,” 

“She’s wearing a jersey Kelley,” She spat, glaring at the defender, who simply shrugged again. 

“Yeah, so? She wanted to do something nice, prove how much she loves her and all that,” 

Tobin opened and closed her mouth several times, her fist clenching as Kelley all but confirmed her biggest fear. But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

*****

You found it incredibly amusing that your girlfriend couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off you during the second half. Hell, it was so obvious that at one point she had tripped over thin air cause she was looking at you instead of where she was going. 

And by the time the final whistle blew, you had garnered the attention of most of the national team, wondering why their frat daddy junior was so distracted. 

Lindsey got to you first, hopping up onto the railing to talk to you (as you had chosen a front row seat just behind the bench). 

“Hey rockstar, wanna come down and see your girl?” She smiled, leaning over the rail to tug you forward. You glanced behind her, wincing at the glare Tobin was sending you. You tugged your jacket closed again and shook your head. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Linessie,” 

“Oh come on, Kelley and I will protect you so you can serenade Sonnett,” She laughed goodnaturedly, remembering the many times you had convinced your respective best friends to help you surprise your girlfriend. 

“Haha, very funny,” you frowned, biting your lip. You really wanted to see Emily, but from the looks Tobin was sending your way, you weren’t sure if that was a good idea. 

Lindsey’s eyes softened at your hesitance. It was rare you let your softer, more shy side out in public. She knew you truly cared for Emily, and that you were worried your presence would ruin the night for her. 

You glanced at the railing, picking at the chipping paint. “She deserves to savor your win, not have me and my drama on the front page,” 

“Everything will be fine. Emily is super excited you’re here, and when they get a picture of your jersey, I think that all the preath shit will be in the past” Lindsey said softly, grabbing your hand and tugging you onto the field. 

You hid behind Lindsey as she navigates you through her teammates, intent on making it to the frat daddies who were across the field(who just happened to be standing next to Christen). That was until a very angry Tobin stepped directly into Lindsey’s path. 

“I can’t let you go over there Y/n. It’s over, just let it go,” Tobin said, crossing her arms like a petulant child. 

Lindsey rolled her eyes at the woman, attempting to take a step around her. “Chill Tobs, it’s not a big deal,” Tobin again stepped in your way. You frowned. This was why you didn’t want to come down in the field. 

“I think it’s a really big deal that she’s trying to steal my wife,” Tobin huffed, sniffing slightly. 

“What?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing. You weren’t here to see Christen at all. You were so busy staring quizzically at the midfielder that you didn’t notice your girlfriend sprinting in your direction until she launched herself into your arms. 

“I’m so glad you decided to come! I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” She mumbled into your neck, and you pulled her closer to you, tilting your head so you could place a kiss on her lips. This moment made everything worth it. 

“You said it was important so I’m here. I’d do anything for you superstar,” You said softly, kissing her cheeks and her forehead, drawing a giggle out of the girl. 

She shoved you lightly, catching you by your jacket collar to pull you back into a kiss. 

“I thought you were an Arsenal fan, not a Chelsea one?” She laughed against your lips, and you pouted. It had been the only jacket in Kelley’s apartment that fit you. You pulled away completely, shrugging out of the offending piece of clothing, revealing your jersey beneath it. 

“I just wanted to hide this until the right moment,” You smirked, ignoring the gasps of the women behind you. (Tobin had been watching dumbfounded from the moment you started hugging Emily, and the large Sonnett on your back had her even more confused. Why were you in Somnett’s jersey if you were trying to win Christen back?)

“God you look good with my name on your back,” Emily smirked, her hands on your hips, pulling you back in for yet another kiss. You smiled against her lips. This hadn’t been your plan, but everything seemed to be coming together. 

“What if it was our name?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at her and tilting your head to the side. She froze, blinking rapidly to process what you were saying. 

You barely registered the “Wait, what?” From behind you, and the slapping sound that followed. You could only assume it was Kelley as she added a “Shut up, she’s been planning this for months,” 

You had been planning this for months. Planning the perfect moment, and it couldn’t have been more perfect than this. You were both winners in your respective fields, and you wanted to be a winner in this too. You had never felt this way about another person. 

 Emily blinked at you again, asking a silent what, and you took that as your cue to continue. “Like, what if Sonnett was my name too, like minus a hyphen?” You shrugged, poking the 14 on her jersey and the matching one on yours before beginning to dig into your pocket. 

“Are you?” She stuttered as you dropped down on one knee, pulling out the ring you had stashed in your pocket. Yeah, this was much better than doing this in some back hallway of the stadium. 

You took a deep breath and looked up into Emily’s eyes, opening the ring box and asking the simple question “Marry me?” 

“Yes,” Emily is on her knees in an instant, cupping your face and kissing you again. She didn’t need a big long speech about how much you loved her (the two albums made your feelings crystal clear), and she loved you too. She couldn’t wait to be your wife. 

“Told you she wasn’t here for you,” Kelley laughed, nudging Tobin and Christen as they gaped at the two of you. How had they not known? 

Christen gulped down her feelings, leaning further into Tobin’s side. You weren’t hers anymore and she was somehow alright with that. 

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2′s Virtual Con Panel (March 7th, 2021)

Alright, let’s talk j2! As all of you probably know by now Jared and Jensen had a virtual con panel today (March 7th, 2021); it was the first j2 con panel of the year, and we started on a good note. I will be providing some time stamps, and as always I will be providing a link to the whole panel at the end of this post so y’all can watch it for yourself, I highly recommend doing so, it was a really good panel. 

Okay, let’s jump right into it!

- The panel started late, and the reason I am mentioning that is because I have to comment on how stressful that wait was with the grey screen saying ‘standby!’. I much rather preferred the countdown, it was less stressful 😅 

- Anyways, the panel starts off with some cute banter between the boys, they spend around 6mins just talking to each other, joking about Jensen’s hair, telling stories about each other. Honestly, answering questions was unnecessary because I would have happily seen a full hour of that, of just them talking. 

- Jensen said he missed Jared 🥺

- So...Jared addressed Jensen’s birthday and okay let’s talk about this. After Jensen says he missed Jared and that it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other, Jared fumbles on his way to comment about how he was gonna post for Jensen’s birthday. You can practically see his brain buffer cause I s2g that man was this close to saying he was with Jensen before his brain kicked in, and then he switched lanes to mention taking a trip with G for their anniversary. 

Of course I have an opinion about this, I don’t know if I’ll be able to express it coherently, but I shall try; it is so incredibly convenient he’d mention what has been a big talking point in fandom for the past couple of days. This is such a stupid thing to lie about, and it’s a lie that falls apart in seconds cause if you think about it shit don’t make sense. 

We know that Jared and G were on a trip, but we also know they were in Colorado. Thanks to D’s hairstylist, we know Jensen’s also in Colorado. 

So, I’m expected to believe that these two men who are incredibly close, who in this same panel mention how much they’ve missed each other, that Jared who says he didn’t post on his boy’s birthday (and yes he called Jensen his boy again 🥰) because he got all emotional thinking about how this was gonna be the first birthday in years he wasn’t gonna be by Jensen’s side and be able to give him a hug- I am expected to believe that Jared was in the same state and didn’t even make a pitstop by where Jensen’s at?! That they’d be in the same state and not even meet up?!  Not only that, Jared and G’s anniversary was on the 27th which fell on a Saturday, based on reports we know they took that trip from the 28th to the 1st, if this was an anniversary trip why not make it a weekend thing from Friday to Sunday? Why do it from Sunday to Monday which was a workday? And I’m also expected to believe that they went on an “anniversary trip” and little mrs. social media preferred to post an old ass pic and not post anything at all from said trip, even posting a pic as if she were in Austin on the 1st.  Bitch please, I love you but go to someone else with that tale cause I ain’t buying. 

- Continuing with the panel, the boys start answering questions and I’mma just tell y’all right now a lot of the questions in this panel are kinda shit. This is the first panel of the year, both these men have big projects going on and yet the first question is about parenting. Their answer is pretty much the same thing they always answer, that they can’t do it alone, that most of it is their wives, Jared says he helps with the kids in the morning and then goes to the guest house and leaves Gen to it, if you’ve heard once you’ve heard it a million times. 

- Next question is about dreams, and Jensen makes a joke about mushroom induced dreams that Jared finds so hilarious he has to duck out of frame. I don’t know if y’all have ever seen The Late Show with Stephen Colbert but Stephen’s wife is usually there when he’s filming and that woman laughs at even his stupidest jokes, if you see them interact they are that couple that is so obviously in love years into their marriage, they make each other laugh, and the reason why I am bringing this up in a j2 post is because that is the vibe that moment had! Actually, that’s the vibe a lot of this panel had; that mushroom joke was not that funny yet Jared reacted as if Jensen was the funniest man in the world.  And the j2 doesn’t stop there because when it’s Jared’s time to answer the question the boys say they’re in each other’s dreams. x 

- Jared said he sits in the Impala in his garage 🥺 Jensen said his Impala is safe and covered in a secure location in Austin, which I’m going to interpret as he left it with Jared.

- A fan asked if we would see director!Jensen make an appearance on Walker and Jared revealed he was supposed to! Jensen was slated to direct episode 5 of Walker but due to commitments to The Boys he sadly wasn’t able to but both boys say that it will happen and it’s something they’re looking forward to. So are we boys, so are we ❤

- When talking about how Jensen was supposed to direct episode 5 of Walker, Jensen commented that Jared was looking forward to having someone who knew him so well and could help him creatively on the set. Now, I will for no particular reason remind y’all that G works on the show. 

I love Jensen ☕ 

-  Moving on! Jensen talked about his production company. He said it is currently developing 5 different projects including one that they will be delivering to the network this week and that they have a project he’s excited about with an spn alumn. He said working on these projects and his company is what he’s been spending his time on in Colorado.

- Jensen put on a beanie and y’all are not ready for what happened. Not only did he look cute af, not only did Jared like how Jensen looked and compliment him but he called Jensen babe 😍 Now listen you don’t have to take my word for it, listen to the audio a couple times, form your own opinion about what you hear but I have listened to multiple versions of that clip with headphones multiples times at different volumes...and imo Jared calls Jensen babe, you can try to take that from me over my dead body. x  

- They were talking about a fight outtake they did on the finale in slow motion, and did an example and when I tell y’all those two somehow managed to do an in perfectly in sync slowmo fight virtually! 

- They showed their matching tattoos! 

- Jensen sends Jared shirtless selfies and gives him beard updates. I swear I am not making this up. 

- And in the line of things I swear I am not making up is that Jared grabbed the pic Jensen send him, and edited it to make it seem as if Jensen was singing the clean version of WAP, that is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen 😂

- Jensen said him and Jared like to watch the early season gag reels 🤗

- At one point Jensen tried to tell one of Jared’s jokes and not even three words in this man was already in tears laughing so hard, he says it’s something that makes him laugh every time he thinks about it, he could barely get through the joke and to be fair it is hilarious; the joke goes: Did you hear there was an explosion at a cheese factory in France? The brie was everywhere. That cracked me tf up and it left them in tears 😂

- Jensen called Jared a freaking ox 😂

- Jensen says that if the roles were reversed and Sam had died, Dean would have wasted away at the back of a pool hall 😭

- The panel ends with j2 saying I love you to each other 😭❤

It was a really good panel, I had missed these men so so so so much, they have brightened my spirits and I’ve been in a good mood since I watched it, they just make me so happy 🥰. If you haven’t seen it yet I highly recommend doing so, the boys were looking cute, it was funny, they kept making each other laugh and there was even heart eyes! Jared kept getting the cutest little smile when Jensen was speaking, it was adorable! 

J2 Virtual Panel 

[ddixons-angel]

A Great Team

Requested by Anonymous and @coralscanvas​

I hope you don’t mind that I combined these requests since there was an overlap in the prompts and I found a way to incorporate the scenes you wanted together so I hope you like it! Also, I’m sorry this took super duper long!! Please let me know what you thought on it! ^^

Prompts:  12. “Please stop poking me.” & 14. “We work great together! I’m like Batman and you’re my Robin!” & 15. “You’re being ridiculous, how hard can this be?” & 17. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you spoke Walker!” & 19. “Nope, sorry, I don’t speak bullshit.” & 22. “I never knew I mattered this much to you.”

Pre-Season 4; Prison Era

Sarcastic and funny Reader goes on a run with Daryl; she likes to bug him and make him laugh but while on the run, she ends up hurt. 

Going on supply runs was not a new thing at the end of the world, it was a need to survive. It just proved to be more difficult as more time went by since places would be already raided. Outside your community was always dangerous, whether it be the walkers that roamed aimlessly or people who just wanted what you had. You knew this when you resided in Woodbury, and it all still proved to be true when you got to the prison after the Governor had abandoned the place. 

You had made yourself a very important part of the prison, always trying to help out either with being on watch or going on runs. You knew you didn’t have to, but you wanted to help these people. You knew they weren’t bad people just because you were on the opposite side of the battlefield, they were just protecting their home, their people; and those people also became your people. You believed that just because someone didn’t seem like a good person, didn’t always mean they weren’t a good person. That proved to be true since you had become good friends with Merle Dixon. 

As you were the librarian back in Woodbury, you had just surrounded yourself with books, mainly comics, and surprisingly, Merle would join you every once in a while since he liked your personality. Or rather, he liked how you didn’t take shit from people and never let anyone get their way with you. He’d amuse himself with conversations with you, bickering about everything and anything, but that was just harmless banter. He enjoyed your humorous remarks and sarcastic retorts to whatever he had to say.

“Oh, my brother woulda loved you,” you would always hear Merle say, and when you first met him, you told yourself that Merle was just bullshitting you. 

Daryl Dixon didn’t seem like the type of person who trusted or “loved” anyone, at least not when you first met him. He was always quiet and to himself, never looking anyone straight in the eye unless they were from his original group. You didn’t plan to try to get to know the man or even have any kind of conversation with him until you learned from Michonne what happened to Merle. He was killed by the Governor. He was your friend and he died; that hurt you more than you thought it ever would. However, you knew that whatever pain you were going through, it would never compare to how Daryl would be feeling and so you take it upon yourself to talk to him and make sure he was okay. 

At first it was hard to get Daryl to talk to you, he brushed you off, told you to leave him alone, and of course, he snapped at you when you mentioned his brother. That didn’t scare you away though, if Merle wasn’t able to scare you away, there was no chance Daryl could. You kept trying to get him to open up, using the same kinds of jokes Merle used to laugh at. You thought that since they were brothers, they would have the same humor. As it turns out, you were right. It didn’t show immediately at first, but Daryl was slowly opening up to you as you kept trying to make him laugh with silly jokes. The man barely ever smiled around you, and so the first time he did, the beautiful smile changed everything for you. 

That smile was why you were out in the woods now, walking alongside Daryl after hiding his bike away in a shroud of bushes. He wanted to go on a run alone, bring back food for the many mouths at the prison, but you weren’t having it. After spending close to everyday with Daryl, you found that you’d already fallen for him. You didn’t want him out in the woods alone no matter how well you knew that he could handle his own. 

“What the hell ‘re ya doin’...?” Daryl says as he glances at you.

“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, I might as well make a new friend,” you say, holding up the rock you’d picked up from the ground, “meet Rocky.”

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks quicker. You eye him when he doesn’t respond to your joke, jogging to catch up with him again. The two of you had been walking for over twenty minutes but Daryl had barely said a word to you, not even his infamous grunts. 

“Please stop pokin’ me,” Daryl says after a few minutes; you’d been poking his arm for a a while.

“Oh, he speaks!” you say sarcastically, earning you another scoff.

“How d’ya expect us to catch anythin’ if ya keep talkin’? Scarin’ away any game.” Daryl mutters. 

“Do you really expect me to believe that that’s why you’re not talking to me?” you call him out, “we’ve caught a deer and then some and I’ve been so much louder, you too.”

“Yeah, we coulda caught more too if ya jus’ shut up,” Daryl retorts.

“What’s wrong, Daryl? Seriously,” you say, stopping in your tracks while Daryl only stops to look at you when he realizes you aren’t walking with him anymore, “Don’t think I can’t tell when something’s bothering you, now tell me.”

“Ain’ nothin’ botherin’ me, now le’s jus’ go.” Daryl says, turning around to walk again.

You sigh at this, “yeah... nope, sorry I don’t speak bullshit.”

You jog up to catch up to him again and you’re about to speak when he puts his hand up to stop you, and you don’t have to ask why. The next thing you two heard was snarling from all around you. Without a second thought, the two of you make a run for it. From the sounds of it, there were too many walkers to fight. You run for a while until Daryl deems it clear.

“Ya know...” Daryl starts, panting from all the running, “they only knew where we were... ‘cause ya kept blabbin’.”

You eye him, still panting, “oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you spoke Walker!”

“I don’t, jus’ pointin’ out the obvious,” Daryl grumbles, he then looks up at the sky, “it’s gettin’ late, should find a place to make camp.”

You sigh and nod, deciding not to fight him on the issue or who’s fault it was that you two nearly got caught in a herd of walkers. Daryl had collected wood for a fire while you tied up a string with cans as your alert system around your temporary camp. After Daryl had returned with enough wood for a small campfire, he was now trying to get it to light. However, he seemed to be having some trouble since the pile of wood did not seem to be lighting. 

“Dammit!” Daryl says in frustration, throwing the sticks he had in his hand back into the pile of wood. 

You have to stop yourself from chuckling at his reaction since you knew he was frustrated, “here, let me try.”

“Nah, ya won’t get it,” Daryl says, picking up another two sticks to try again, “ain’ as easy as it looks.”

You roll your eyes at him and take the sticks from him, “you’re being ridiculous, how hard can this be?”

Daryl huffs but lets you try to light the fire. You furrow your brows together when it doesn’t seem to be working. You pick up a bigger piece of wood and ask Daryl to help you hold it while you rub another stick on it. You break into a grin when you finally see a bit of smoke rising from the wood and then a small flame. 

“See? Wasn’t hard at all,” you say proudly, leaning back and smiling at him.

“Yeah, ya jus’ needed my help,” Daryl says, the smallest of smirks on his lips but you’re happy to see it. 

“Hmm... I guess, yeah, we do make a pretty great team.” you say, a cheeky grin on your face, “We work great together! I’m like Batman... and you’re my Robin!”

Daryl gawks at you after registering your words, and something changes in him, “you’re wrong on that...”

You notice this change in his tone, it worries you, it even scares you slightly, but you try to brush it off and joke with him like you always do, “wrong about... you being Robin?”

“Nah... ‘bout us bein’ a great team... we ain’t.” Daryl says, looking away from you.

“What?” you frown, that was not what you expected to hear at all.

“You’re too damn loud... always talkin’... makin’ everythin’ a joke, like everythin’s jus’ a big game... ya don’ take anythin’ seriously...” Daryl says, and every word is like an arrow to your heart.

“So I was what’s bothering you, is that it?” you scoff, trying to keep the tears that welled up in your eyes from falling, “well, why the hell didn’t you just say so?”

“Told ya I didn’ want ya out here...” Daryl mutters, his eyes avoiding yours. 

You let out a shaky sigh as you stare at him in disbelief. You wanted to get up and go, run away from him if he had a problem with you, but you knew you couldn’t. It was getting late, you’d already set up a camp and if you left now, Daryl would chase you down. Regardless of what he said, he’d never let you go out in the middle of the woods in the dark, that just wasn’t him. So, you just stay put. Without saying anything else, you lie down and turn so that you’re back is to him. You were upset at what he said, pissed off, but mostly hurt. He completely brushed off the fact that you two fought side by side like the perfect duo, you two were a great team, you always had each other’s backs. You’d both saved each other’s lives countless times, but apparently that didn’t matter to Daryl since all you did was joke around. 

The hurt and anger you felt for Daryl lingered until the morning and you were sure he knew it as well since neither of you said anything to each other as you packed up your things. You two walk along a road you’d found in silence, keeping an eye out for any animals or places you could search. You weren’t walking alongside Daryl though, you were a few steps ahead of him while he stayed back. He definitely sensed that you were pissed at him so he seemed to play it safe and give you some distance. 

“Hey,” Daryl calls out, making you turn around to face him.

Your face told him that you were still going to ignore him but he seems to brush it off as he gestures over to the side. You look in that direction and furrow your brows. There was a building, it looked to be a store of some sort. The two of you look at each other then go towards the building without another word. You slow your steps once you’re closer to the building, you have your gun raised and ready to fire as Daryl taps on the window to call out any walkers that were inside. 

“Seems clear,” Daryl says after a few minutes of silence. 

You nod; you were still persistent on not saying a single word to him. Daryl realizes this as well as he sighs then goes over to pull open the door to the store. This wasn’t your first run together so you knew the protocol. It was no surprise that the shelves of the store were empty and had all been ransacked by whoever had come before you. 

“Place has been wiped clean,” Daryl says as he makes his way back to you. 

You nod but then your eyes land on a door with a sign that read ‘Storage’. You walk towards it; if the store was empty, there was still a chance that the storage room might still have supplies. It was a long shot but the people who ran through here might not have thought to go through the storage room. 

“Hey, wait a second!” Daryl calls out but you had already listened to your instinct and opened the door. 

That was the wrong move. 

“Shit!” you cry out, backing up as walkers flooded out of the storage room.

You feel Daryl’s hand on your arm, pulling you away from the bloodthirsty herd as you shoot at them with your handgun. Daryl grunts as he yanks you away, making sure that you were behind him.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” Daryl shouts at you while he shoots at the herd with his crossbow, “get outta here, I’ll hold’em off!”

 “No!” you shout back, “I’m not leaving you here, we go together!”

No matter how mad or upset you were at him, you were never going to leave Daryl behind. You analyze your current situation: walkers were flooding out of the storage room and were blocking your way from the closest exit. You needed to block off the walkers so that you could make it out of the store without them following behind you. You knew where Daryl’s bike was but you needed to make your way back to it without leading the herd back. 

“The hell are ya waitin’ for?! I said go!” Daryl yells, frantic.

He’d already strapped his crossbow back on his shoulder and pulled out his knives to kill the walkers. You look at the shelves of the store and realise that they weren’t connected to the ground. You could push them. That’s how you would block the herd and get the both of you out of there. Without another word, you dash away towards one of the nearest shelves. You push the shelf towards the herd, thankfully it was light enough since it was empty. Daryl shouts at you disapprovingly when he sees that you haven’t left but once he realizes what you were doing, he rushes to the next shelf to do the same. Soon enough, you two had made a barricade of shelves between you and the walkers. 

“Pretty good idea,” Daryl says, a small smirk on his face; you assumed he was trying to win your forgiveness with compliments. 

“Of course it was, it was my idea.” you say without looking at him. 

“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” he says as he leads the way out. 

You nod with a sigh then when you’re about to turn to follow him, an arrow on the ground near the shelves catches your eye. You decide to go and pick it up since you needed all of your resources even if Daryl could make his own anytime he wanted to. Once your hand touches the arrow, you notice the shelf in front of you moving, about to tip over. You gasp in surprise and try to dash out of the falling shelf but cry out in pain when you feel a crushing pain on your ankle. You’d almost made it, but your ankle had got caught under the shelf. 

“Y/N!” you hear Daryl shout as he runs towards you. 

There was another layer of shelves between you and the walkers so that gave Daryl enough clearance to lift the shelf up so you could get free. Without speaking, he picks you up bridal style and runs out of the store with you and if you weren’t in pain from your probably broken ankle, you’d be blushing since you were in Daryl’s arms. 

The store wasn’t too far from where you and Daryl had left his bike so he was able to carry you there within the hour. You had tried to get Daryl to put you down but after his piercing glare at you, you decided to let him do what he wanted. He was angry at you, although you didn’t know why; you were the one who was hurt, afterall. 

“You want to tell me why you’re mad at me?” you ask him once he seats you on his bike. 

Daryl was crouched down, looking at your ankle to determine the damage. He doesn’t look up at you though, he doesn’t respond to your question either. You frown at him as he just completely ignores you, as if you hadn’t even spoken. 

“Hello? Earth to Daryl?” you call out, then you huff in frustration, “I’m the one who’s hurt, okay?! If anyone should be mad, it’s me! At least tell me what the hell I did-”

“I told ya to go!” Daryl snaps at you, “I told ya to leave, to get outta that damn place! But ya never listen! Ya stayed wit’ me... came up with tha’ damn plan an’ tha’s how ya got hurt!”

“If I didn’t stay... I didn’t do what I did, you would have become part of that herd!” you shout back at him. 

“Then ya let me!” he yells, his body shaking as if he’s about to break down, “ya don’t come back for me... ya don’t go outta yer way to save me... not you... I can’t lose you too...”

Your heart breaks at his words. You finally realize why he got so worked up, why he never wanted you to go on runs with him, why he seemed so cold after you hurt your ankle. He didn’t want to lose anyone else, more specifically, he didn’t want to lose you. The thought of losing you destroyed him and this was written all over his face. 

“I’m sorry...” you say, reaching out to pull him towards you, “I’m sorry... I should have been more careful.”

You let Daryl cry in your embrace. You don’t remember ever seeing him cry, not even when you tried to talk to him about Merle. You figured this was a good time to let him let out all of his emotions that had been pent up. Daryl pulls away from you after a few minutes, you thought he would be embarrassed that he had cried to you but to your surprise, he was looking into your eyes. 

“Can ya promise me somethin’?” Daryl starts, his voice soft, “can ya stop goin’ on runs?”

“Why?” you ask, although you were sure you knew the answer.

“‘Cause you’re a part o’ me I don’ wanna lose.” Daryl says.

This man just keeps on surprising you, from his actions to his words. Your heart flutters and you smile at him.

“I never knew I mattered this much to you,” you say.

You aren’t able to control yourself when you lean in to kiss his lips gently. You feel Daryl freeze momentarily at your actions and you pull away, afraid that you may have upset him with your boldness. 

“Sorry...” you whisper, “sorry I...”

“‘Ts okay,” he says with a faint smile, “‘m gonna take that as ya sayin’ yes though, to my promise.”

You chuckle then bat your eyelashes at him, “then... can I say it one more time?”

Daryl scoffs playfully, “later, we should head back, let Hershel take a look at yer ankle.”

“Okay,” you say with a smile. 

You scoot back on the bike and Daryl gets on in front of you. Although the run didn’t go as smoothly or as planned, things were even better than you imagined. You knew that Daryl would have to go on more runs in the very near future, but knowing how much you affected him now, you were sure you could convince him not go alone anymore. Either that or you could just threaten him that you’d follow him out if he ever went out alone. 

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[jean-kayak]

Chapter 5

Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), unprotected sex, reader being a tease, major sexual tension, grinding, multiple orgasms

A/N: Alrighty people, this is the moment you all been waiting for lmao, hope you like it. Here’s y’all food 🤣

Word Count: 3101

P.S.: If you listen to Body by Summer Walker, it'll make it better, I'll say when to play it and I've been dying to put this song in an Eren fic bc every time I listen to it, I only think of him lmfao

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @germfart3, @styxtm, @iwascrybaby, @bigdaddyzawa​, @erensblackgirlfriend​

Chapter Summary: You finally give in to him, with a little teasing of course

You cross your arms as you shake your head. "Ymir, I've already told you, I don't want a birthday party," you oppose, and she throws her hands up.

"Why not? Everyone wants a birthday party!" she argues, and you give her a look.

"Twenty's not even that big of a milestone. And my parents aren't gonna be home on the actual day, so I thought I could just relax, you know? I have a lot of shows to catch up on."

Ymir scoffs as she turns to Jean. "Please convince her that this is a good idea," she tries, and you look at Jean who shrugs.

"Why not? I mean you're only twenty once, right?" Your mouth drops open when you hear that he's siding with her, and Ymir cheers in triumph. "Come on, it's a party. It'll be fun."

"What's this about a party?" You feel your face go hot when Eren walks into the living room, and Ymir tilts her body so that she can look at Eren.

"We're throwing a party for, Y/N." You move to stand in front of her, blocking her view.

"No, you are not. I said I don't want a party. Why can't I just spend it with my two best friends and some terribly painful cliche movies?" you counter, and she gives you a bored look.

"What's wrong with a party?" Eren speaks up, and everyone turns around, putting him into the conversation. "I had one," he comments, and you roll your eyes, knowing it's not going to help your case.

"Exactly! So, did I when I turned twenty," she continues. "And turning twenty is a big milestone. It's your twenty's," she emphasizes, and you smile as you shake your head.

"Ymir, no."

"Y/N, yes!"

You both go back and forth until you're subconsciously talking. "No," Eren cuts off you, and you don't even realize it, not even turning to him as you say yes.

"Alright!" Ymir cheers and your mouth opens at what just happened. You turn to Eren who just gives you a wink, and you glare at him.

"Fine," you give in, "but no alcohol, Ymir."

~

Of course, Ymir planned to have the party in Jean's backyard, saying his had the nicest appeal, your close friends were all coming along with a few others, and you ended up celebrating your birthday with your parents the day before because they were leaving for a business trip on the day of your birthday.

Ymir thought a pool party was a good idea, but all Jean had was about a forty-two foot wide, five-foot deep pool in his backyard, but he filled it up anyway, and it was hot, so Ymir thought that was a good enough excuse for everyone to wear swimsuits.

Ymir was waiting for you to get changed, and her eyes widen when you come out in yours, a two-piece yellow suit. "What? Is there something wrong with it?" you ask, checking yourself in the mirror, wondering if maybe it was a bit too revealing.

"Absolutely not. You look smoking hot. I would sleep with you," she says, and you laugh loudly as you slip a huge t-shirt over yourself and you turn around to see Ymir walking up to you. "I'm serious. You might even get some birthday dick."

You guffaw as you shake your head and put your shoes on. "Yeah, right. Don't plan on that happening at all tonight."

You raise an eyebrow when you see a tiara and a sash in her hands. "Here, put these on," she tells you, and you scoff.

"Why? Everyone already knows it's my birthday," you answer, and she shrugs, pushing the items closer to you.

"It's for dramatic effect." You roll your eyes before slipping the slash on, looking in the mirror to put on the tiara.

You follow her downstairs, and she asks you to grab the ice cream and the waffle cones while she finishes setting up outside. You see Eren when you walk in, the only thing covering his body are the swim trunks that definitely are too small, the outline of his muscles clear as day.

Neither of you exchanges a word as you grab the stuff from the ice cream from the deep freezer before moving to grab the cones. There on the top shelf, so you have to reach up to get them, practically feeling his eyes burning into your ass, which is now partially exposed, and you jump slightly when you feel hands around your waist.

"Need some help?" he whispers in your ear, and you refuse to let him get you flustered again, so you grab the cones, before looking at him over your shoulder.

"No, I got it," you say before pushing your ass back against him, and you feel his breath hitch. "Thanks though," you say, smirking before walking away, looking back and chuckling slightly at his shocked expression.

Ymir takes the stuff from you and makes you wait in the house, wanting to announce you when you come out, and you shake your head fondly, but following anyway, and when she calls your name, you're walking out, the backyard is filled with whoops and hollers, and you find yourself smiling and laughing. Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.

Everyone surrounds you at the table as they sing happy birthday, and you blow out the candles, everyone clapping before Ymir starts to cut the cake. Everyone comes to you individually when they can during the party, wishing you a happy birthday and giving you a hug.

You got into the pool pretty early, about seven people being able to get in without it being crowded, and also because it was a lot hotter than you thought it would be, so people are coming in and out of the house to escape the heat. You're slipping your shoes off when you make eye contact with Eren across the yard, who's watching you, and you make a show of slowly stripping off your shirt, tossing it in a chair next to you before turning around and bending over, sticking your arm in the water, pretending that you're testing the temperature, knowing that this swimsuit was a little bit more revealing than your other ones, knowing that your ass was nearly exposed.

You look over your shoulder to see that his eyes are glued to your ass, and you can help but chuckle before you get in, feeling proud of yourself because two can play at this game. You sort of just wade in the water, talking to your friends. You don't go underwater since you just got twists, which Ymir paid for, even though you insisted that she didn't have to, but she said she was treating you since it was your birthday.

You share your slice of cake with Jean, opting for eating ice cream instead, and you make eye contact with Eren for a second time, and another idea forms in your head. He's watching you intently this time, a look in his eye you can't really pinpoint, but you check to make sure no one's looking your way before licking at your ice cream in the filthiest way, and you can see his fist clench, making you smile widely.

You dip a finger into it before raising it to your mouth, making a lewd show of licking your finger clean before popping it out of your mouth, sending him a wink, and you see him breathe out heavily before he looks away, and you laugh softly before Ymir's pulling you away saying that you have to take pictures for the occasion.

There's some alcohol because it's Ymir, but not enough for you to be overly concerned, taking a couple of shots until Ymir insists that you have a few more because you're close to being legal now, and you have to stop her when she tries to take more than you. The party's pretty much died down, the only people left are some of your close friends, and you're walking into the house to put the ice cream in the freezer when you hear footsteps behind you.

You turn around to see Eren, hiding your smirk as you close the freezer. "Happy birthday," he says as his eyes trail down your body, your suit still wet from the water, so it's clinging to your skin.

"Thanks," you respond easily, noticing that there's an edge to his voice. To Eren right now, you're basically naked, and he's pretty sure you know that. He couldn't help the envious burn in his chest at the sight of Jean hugging you, his hand resting on the exposed skin between your top and your bottoms, and he wanted to walk over there and take you in front of everybody.

His eyes were on you the entire time, never leaving you, and it's not like he wanted to, and he already knew that he was going to have you after your first little stunt, but you kept going, kept pushing him. He knew you knew that he was watching you, having to quickly stop his mouth from falling open after seeing how little your swimsuit was.

He didn't expect you to be such a fucking tease, nearly having to go somewhere to take care of his hard-on that you caused after your third stunt, and that's when he lost it. "Aren't you glad you had the party?" he asks you, and you smile softly before nodding.

"Yeah, I did. Ymir did a really good job," you admit, and he nods, his eyes catching a drop of water run down your chest into the valley of your breasts, and he feels his dick stir again. He steps closer to you until the freezer is digging into your ass.

"You think you're cute, don't you?" he asks, and you shrug as you tilt your head.

(play the music here hehe)

"Maybe. Did you like it?" you ask teasingly, and he smirks at you as he rests his hands on either side of you on top of the freezer. "Thought it would be nice for you to get a taste of your own medicine." You don't know where all of this confidence is coming from, but you don't let it ruin the moment.

"Yeah?" he says, leaning closer to your lips.

"Yeah," you echo, watching his eyes glance down at your lips before he licks his.

He watches you smirk, the lustful look in your eyes matching his, both of you more than feeling the tension in the room. You turn around, moving just enough so that he doesn't have to move his arm, and his eyes instantly fall to your ass, and his hands grip the edge of the freezer when you bend over, and he moves back to give you room, your backside flush against his dick, and he sighs heavily.

The music from outside is still clear as day, so you roll your hips against him to the rhythm of the music as his hands grip your hips. You go from moving your hips side to side, up and down, rolling them around in a circle until Eren feels like he might cum from the stimulation and the sight of your almost naked ass grinding against him.

And you can't help but admit that this is affecting you too. You're pretty sure that if your swimsuit wasn't wet, then the huge wet spot from your arousal that you know is there would show through. You gasp suddenly when he pulls you up flush against his chest but your shoulder, his hands rubbing all over your body as you continue moving your hips.

"So," you start, not even realizing that you're practically breathless from just grinding against him. "How's it taste?"

He brings a hand up to your neck, guiding you to face him, and he leans down but pulls away when you try to close in, and he smirks seeing the hunger in your eyes that matches his. "If you're gonna fuck me, Jaeger, then fuck me."

That's all it takes before he's crashing his lips down on yours, the kiss taking your breath away as he tightens his hands around your waist. He pulls away too quickly for your liking, but the next thing you know he's pulling you upstairs so fast that you're glad you took your shoes off because you're sure that you would've tripped. He's leading you to his old room, quickly opening the door and closing it behind him, the door barely clicking closed before he has you on the bed, his hands touching every part of your body that's exposed.

His lips are on yours again, and kissing him is nothing like you've ever imagined, which to your embarrassment is way too many times to count. It's sloppy, but it feels so good, like finally receiving something that you've been deprived of for so long. He unravels the string on your swim top, his lips never leaving yours as he throws the clothing to the side.

The kisses are nothing but tongue, but it's full of hunger, the sounds of your lips smacking together echoing in the room, and he moves down, sucking every mark into your neck until it's covered in love bites as his hands cup your boobs, groping them roughly, whining softly when he pulls at the hard buds.

"Come on, Eren," you plead, bucking your hips up, brushing against his raging erection, and he groans into your neck before lifting himself up to get rid of his trunks while you get rid of your bottoms. You can't help but gape at his dick, looking at how big it is, and you start to worry if it'll actually fit.

"It'll fit," Eren states, reading your mind, sitting up on his knees, looking down at you. "You're gonna take all of it, cause I'm not playing games anymore."

Your mouth opens to say something, but you go quiet when he starts stroking himself, and you realize that you haven't actually looked at him. And, God, he's so hot, your mouth watering subconsciously. This is way better than what you've fantasized, and you fight the urge to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.

You lean forward to rub down his abs which definitely feel like they could cut glass before you brush over his length on the way down, making his jaw clench. You're about to replace his hand, but he moves yours away, and you're being pushed back down onto the bed as he lines himself up.

You gulp in anticipation, but your mouth falls open when you feel the tip start to stretch you out, and you moan at the feeling. He braces himself on his elbows as he slides in further, and you feel your eyes roll back as you feel the stretch burn throughout your whole body rendering you nearly speechless.

"God," he pants, his voice breaking as he rests his forehead against yours. "You feel so fucking good, even better than I fucking imagined," he sighs once he bottoms out, and you feel so full, your nerve endings on a thousand.

"Move," you manage, and he wastes no time in pulling out, and you go from feeling completely empty to full in an instant, your scream bouncing off the walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, his chain smacking your chin with every roll of his hips.

"Eren!" you scream when he hits those bundle of nerves inside of you, and his hips falter when you clench around him.

"Shit, say my name again, baby girl. Scream it," he demands, picking up the pace to brutalize that spot, and your nails dig into his back as you say his name over and over again like a mantra.

"Ngh, I'm close." You can barely get the words out, every cant of his hips feels like he's reaching deeper inside of you every time.

"Shit, me too. Cum, baby, please cum," he begs, running a hand down your side to thumb at your clit. You cum as soon as he makes contact, and he puts his lips on yours to muffle your scream of his name as you cum so hard you see stars. "Fuck," he whispers, his hips seeming to pick up speed, and then his body's tensing as he shoots into you.

You don't even have the chance to catch your breath because he's slipping out of you and flipping you over. You already feel the soreness starting to form, and he rubs soothing circles down your back as he props you up on your knees. "You got one more in you for me, I know you do, baby," he says, easing back inside of you, and you feel your eyes rolling at the stretch.

"Move, Eren, come on," you rush, moving your hips back against him, and he grips your hips hard before he starts moving, and your hands keep a tight grip on the sheets as you bite into the pillow, muffling the sounds that spill out of your mouth that you have no control over.

He's ramming into that spot inside of you, and your body is shaking with overstimulation, the only way you're staying upright is because he's holding you. "Too--oh fuck," you cry out, trying to tell him that it's too much, your body feeling like it's going to explode, your brain numb with pleasure.

"You can take it, you're my good girl, yeah?" He releases a broken moan when you clamp around him, and he leans over you, his grunts and suppressed moans are breathing right in your ear, and you let out a broken whine as you buck back into him as you seem to move away from him at the same time.

His head falls on your shoulder. "God, Y/N, you feel so good, I'm so fucking close," he praises, and the wrecked sound of your name is the last straw, dropping your head down to cover the loud scream that rips from your chest, your body going rigid as your eyes roll back in your head.

"Shit, shit," he swears, and he's cumming right after you, releasing another load inside of you. You both stay in the same position, your ragged breaths barely filling your ears, wincing when he pulls out, and as soon as he lets go, you're falling limp on the bed.

You barely move, every shift of your legs sends an overstimulated jolt through your body, and you feel him flop down on the bed next to you.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N."

|Chapter 4|Masterlist|Chapter 6|

[quietmyfearswith]

when you’re insecure ; preferences

warnings — body/weight insecurities, swear words, mentions of death, bit of angst??? bit of fluff???

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, ransom drysdale, jake jensen, bucky barnes, lance tucker, carter baizen, syverson, will shaw, august walker

a/n — so i read @gotnofucks’ drabble about how certain characters would react when the reader calls herself ugly and was inspired to write something similar to that ❤️ dont forget that you guys are beautiful and worth it!

their love language | with their little

masterlist

The utensils hitting the dishes was the only sound heard as Y/N and Andy ate in silence. The latter stealing glances at the girl; for he felt that there was something wrong. “I’m done eating,” Y/N declared, as she placed her hands under her chin and looked at Andy. Midbite, the lawyer had to pause and worriedly looked at her, “What’s wrong, honey?” Even though Y/N had an idea of what he wanted to know, she shrugged as she convinced him, “Nothing’s wrong.” Swallowing down his food, he was able to talk to her , “Honey, I know you well enough to know that there’s something going on in that beautiful mind of yours and a reason as to why you ate quickly.”

Feeling his warm hand grab onto hers, it was his silent way of coaxing her into confiding in him; that he was more than willing to listen to what she had to say. Taking a deep breath, she unconsciously found her hand squeezing Andy’s — as if finding the courage to say what’s bothering her. “I just don’t feel good,” she admitted, and before Andy could further pry for information she continued, “Like I’m gaining weight and it’s making me look ugly?” Shoulders sagging, Y/N sound defeated as she dismissed her own revelation, “It’s stupid I know, but you didn’t need to hear that.” Disagreeing with what she said, Andy rapidly shook his head, “It’s not stupid if it’s disappointing you,” Y/N could only offer a small smile with what he said, “If you feel as if the changes happening to your body are making you ugly, then I’m not doing my job to make you feel confident and beautiful.” She wanted to protest and say that there was nothing Andy could do to remedy the situation; but she knew better than to interrupt him when he was using his “lawyer” voice and reasoning. Lifting her hand up, he planted a kiss on her knuckles as he comforted her, “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel and see it.  You may not like the changes you see, but I think it just makes you even more breathtaking.”

“It was absolutely crazy to see how Ilsa was more than willing to jump out of the chopper even though she knew her parachute was faulty,” August laughed out loudly upon recalling the events of the mission he’s just been to. They both were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine rested on Y/N’s hand while the other curled itself in August’s toned arm. Gulping down his beer, he shook his head as he once more at the recollection of what happened; upon seeing how the memory had such a positive impact on him, there were two thoughts lingering in her mind. The first one was that it was great to see August relaxed and happy. However, the envious part in her considered that perhaps she couldn’t always provide him with this joy — perhaps Ilsa could? “She really seems like a real package then huh?” Turning his head to her, August chuckled a bit even though the comment made him wonder with what she meant, “Yeah I guess you can say that.”

“Do you see you see yourself with someone like her?” If his confusion was just at the down low, August’s confusion could now be visibly translated through his furrowed eyebrows and shocked face, “What?” The simple question was just the surface of a web of follow-up questions he had, but he figured the time he spent with Y/N made her understand that he had a lot of questions that needed to be answered; and she did know what the simple question meant. “It’s just you seem so fascinated with Ilsa, so maybe she’s someone you want to settle down with. Someone who'll always make you feel excited and happy, I guess.” The beer bottle he was holding was placed down on the coffee table as he turned to her. “I don’t know how you came up with this analogy, but the only one I really see myself settling down with is you.” Y/N gasped out at his confession, her eyes were glossy as she felt overwhelmingly touched. “You think so, August?” Kissing her deeply, he spoke as his lips were against hers, “In this chaotic world I live in, you’re the only thing that keeps me sane and your love is something I surely do not deserve, but I’ll kill every bad guy if it meant I’d be worthy of it.”

“What’s this sticky thing?” Bucky groaned in disgust at the gooey and slimy thing he touched as he was stroking the stomach skin underneath Y/N’s shirt. They both were watching a show they got hooked on, and the super soldier just loved feeling her skin any chance he got. “It’s a new cream I got,” Y/N informed him as she giggled at his disgusted expression; he suddenly thought it was a good idea to smell the foreign substance and was disappointed to find out it wasn’t the most alluring fragrance. “Why did you put that disgusting cream in your body?” The question seemed to disappoint Y/N as she moved slightly away from him and fiddled with her fingers. “Just felt like I should put some cream on my stomach,” Her explanation had Bucky even more confused than he previously was.

“Can you explain more, doll?” Upon saying this Y/N felt uncomfortable to open up what has been bothering her; but when she looked at Bucky he had this worried and soft look that made her do so anyway. “I’m just insecure about the stretch marks that I have there — so I thought why not buy a cream that removes it.” Bucky’s initial instinct was to hold his girlfriend close as he whispered, “I understand why you felt the need to do so love, I mean that’s how I felt for a long time with my scars,” As he mentioned that, he could feel Y/N nodding as she recalled instances where she caught him staring in the mirror with disgust at his wounds, “But what’d you do? You kissed them and reassured me how they’re a part of me; and that I’m not really as ugly as I make myself out to be.” Kneeling on the floor, Bucky raised her shirt and wiped off the lotion she had rubbed on herself, and began placing kisses on it, “You’ve reassured me multiple times on my scars, now it’s my turn to do the same for you.”

“Damn Raiman is one badass chick,” Jensen whistled as he and Y/N were watching Black Mirror. As the said character was currently hellbent on getting the mission done, Y/N couldn’t feel uneasy with his comment. She knew about how initially her boyfriend had been attracted to Aisha; though she remains good friends with her, she still couldn’t help but compare herself with her boyfriend’s former crush. Turning her head to him, she could see how he was clearly enamored with the female soldier. But upon feeling her stare at him, Jensen looked at her and smiled, “What are you looking at huh?” Despite his teasing, Y/N couldn't find it in herself to reciprocate and continue the light-hearted banter. “You have a type, do you know that?”

The skin in Jensen;s forehead wrinkled in confusion, “A type?” Y/N nodded as she further explained, “You like women in the army, or at least those who aren’t afraid to go on dangerous missions.” Despite her explanation, it still did not satisfy the tech genius as he asked, “What?” She pointed to the screen where Raiman was currently shown on screen, “You like her and you were attracted to Aisha; so it really makes me think why you like me.” Finally putting the pieces together, Jensen could only chuckle at her analogy — not making Y/N feel better. After calming down, Jensen wrapped an arm around his girlfriend and kissed her forehead, “You have nothing to worry about, babe. I only liked Aisha because she was the first girl I talked to for a while; a shit excuse but yeah that’s really it. Raiman might be a badass but she sure lacks empathy. And I’m with you because you make me feel safe, loved, and appreciated. In fact you’re exactly my type.”

Y/N and Sy had just finished eating but they haven’t left the dinner table yet as they both were engrossed in conversation which was made even more delightful as they sipped on some wine. “So what, you’d be willing to lay down your life when you were in duty?” Y/N knew how dedicated her boyfriend was; the medals hanging on their wall were evidence of it. Nodding, he first took a gulp of his drink before justifying, “What better way to go than by defending your country, I guess.” Placing her chin on her hand she then pried more, “But wouldn’t you rather stay alive and continue fighting for your country?” The former soldier couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle; he didn’t know why his girlfriend had this sudden interest in his purpose or motivation when he was in the army. “Fair point, but I don’t know I just wanted to go all out.”

Though his justification was incomplete, it gave her all the confirmation she needed that he was this man of so much dedication and love for his country he was more than willing to give his all. “I feel like I don’t deserve you,” She found herself sighing to him adoringly, which caused him to look at her as if she had told him unbelievable news. “What?” Was the only thing he could mutter because he never thought of that way and he always thought that it was him who didn’t deserve her due to what he’s seen and done. “I don’t know I just feel like you’re this incredible person who’s selfless and passionate. Seeing what you achieved in the army makes me feel so small when I’m next to you,” Y/N didn’t expect that she was able to confess this to her boyfriend as she feared he might dismiss her. But Sy was awed with how highly she thinks of him considering he frequently doubts himself. “I don't know how you were able to come up with that idea, but I can tell you that you do deserve me. You loved a man who is scared and someone who’s seen unspeakable horrors, yet decided that I was worthy of your love and affection. And honestly? I think your existence served as my guardian angel during my time on active duty.”

“Angel, I’m home!” Lance announced as he shut and locked the door behind him, “Folding in the laundry!” Upon hearing where she was he then walked to where she was, seeing how she was folding clothes and pressed a kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead. “How was the training session?” Lance helped Y/N and grabbed folded clothes as they both made their way onto their bedroom. “It went great! Crystal did well in her flips and splits today,” As Lance went on about how their training session went well, Y/N could feel herself start to go down the spiral of insecurity. Unsure if she was able to mask it well, opted to nod along in silence. “Plus, her dance outfit came in today and it looks stunning! And it really looked good on her when she tried it on,” That remark of Lance’s was the final straw for Y/N as she walked out of their bedroom and moved to their ensuite bathroom.

Shocked by her sudden display of disinterest at their conversation, Lance followed her and waited after she was done splashing water on her face. “Are you alright, love? I’m sorry I got all excited about what happened today; what was your day like?” Instead of filling him in with what the day looked like for her, she dwelled on what he was rambling on, “Can’t blame you, sure seemed like you had the best day.” The gold medallist recognized that tone and choice of words and he called her out on it as he grabbed both her hands and turned her to face him, “Love, I know that what you said is sarcastic based on your tone and words; because if you haven’t noticed that’s how I converse with Hope,” Lance took it as a good sign that she chuckled which encouraged him to go on, “So I need you to tell me what’s bothering my beloved.” Her eyes looked at his, hoping that there was some other way she could tell it to him. But with his hands gently fondling hers, he somehow managed to coax her into speaking, “I just feel like it doesn’t matter what Crystal does but you’ll always be amazed with her. And it’s not just like today that you talk about her with so much admiration,” Despite feeling better since she voiced out her side, Y/N still felt silly about what she opened up about; Lance however found it helpful that she opened up about it. Pulling her into a tight hug, the gymnast rubbed her back comfortingly, “I’m so sorry for everything I did to make you feel that way. I promise to only speak highly of you and not any other girl out there.”

“Can I help you with anything, Steve?” Y/N wondered as she walked in on the Captain’s office area in their home. Peeking his head up from the computer and paperwork he had, “Not unless you can help me decipher these messages of HYDRA officials?” He groaned out in frustration which made Y/N chuckle and shake her head, “I’m sorry I don’t think I’m smart enough for those.” Just before she walked away to grab him another cup of coffee she heard him mumble out, “What’s new? No one really knows this shit.” As she was heating the beverage, she tried to convince her not to be so offended with what he said. That it was probably the result of stress and dissatisfaction from the lack of progress talking. But she knew that hit close to him since it was something that she had always been insecure about. Pouring the hot liquid on a mug, she then walked back to where Steve was and give it to him.

“Here you go,” She placed the mug on his desk and was about to walk away when she felt her hand be pulled back. “Why don’t you come here and stay with me for a while?” She didn’t even have time to answer as the super soldier already was maneuvering her so she could sit on his lap. “I don’t know, maybe it would be better if you go do that smart thing you were attending to,” Steve was able to pick up that there was something off about what she said. “Is there a reason you’re speaking to me that way, darling?” And as Y/N shrugged her shoulders, the Captain had all the confirmation he needed to come to the conclusion that there was a reason for why she was acting this way. “I just feel like, I’m not smart enough to be with you,” Upon meeting Steve’s bewildered look, she then took it upon herself to explain more, “I’ll never be able to help you out with these missions and reports; so why are you settling for me and not someone who’s real knowledgeable about all this,” She ended her explanation by pointing at the the different documents Steve had laid out in his desk. Kissing her temple, Steve hugged Y/N tightly as if he wanted her to know that he didn’t have those doubts. “I don’t think that you’re not smart; just because you don’t know a whole lot about these doesn’t erase the fact about how incredibly intelligent you are about your field of work. And so what if you’re not knowledgeable about HYDRA? It’s better because you’re not tainted by the malicious acts they did. Being with you is not me settling; in fact, it’s me finally finding something I searched for and needed.”

“Thank you so much, Melanie,” Y/N heard Will thank his assistant when she entered his office. As the aforementioned worker said it was no big deal as she exited the room to give the two privacy, Y/N announced, “I can come back later, bub, if you’re busy.” But her boyfriend shook his head as placed the files he was handed down on his desk, “Nonsense, come over here! I missed you.” And as they both shared a hug, they hugged tightly as if they were trying to explain how much they loathed having to spend time away from each other. “Brought you some lunch,” She placed the paper bag on his desk, careful not to stain any of his documents. “You shouldn’t have! I was just about to ask Melanie to grab some for us.”

Maybe it was the way her act of getting him food was easily dismissed; but the fact that he thought of relying more on his assistant ticked Y/N off. Standing up from the chair’s arm she was sitting on, her reply of, “Sounds like you don’t need me then,” had sass in it. The businessman however speculated that something was up. “You’re not leaving until you tell me what brought about this change of mood,” He pointed out her body as if the problem was something that could be seen. Y/N rolled her eyes to which her boyfriend tsked at; a way of telling her that there was no way they weren’t resolving it right now. “I just feel like you’re placing such a high regard or like you’d rather Melanie do things for you,” She sighed as she crossed her arms. Sighing as well, Will smacked himself internally for making his girl feel this way. Standing up from where he was seated, he pulled her in for a half hug which gave him the opportunity to look at her as he reassured her, “I don’t place Melanie in such a high pedestal, okay? It’s just I’m used to her assisting me for work and I’d rather put her through all the hassle instead of you. But you do me the greatest and biggest favor of all — you put up with my shit, look after me when you know I neglect myself, and love me unconditionally.”

When Carter told Y/N that they needed to go to this gala, he took it upon himself to take a day off to go shopping. The latter always claimed how the former went overboard when buying her an outfit and accessories. Less than a day prior to the gala, Y/N shocked Carter when she let it slip how she had no plans of attending the said event. “What? Why not?” The CEO panicked as he turned to face her. Wiggling in her seat, Y/N countered, “Well why do I need to go in the first place?”  Sighing, Carter wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, prompting her to lay her head on his chest, “Because it’s a celebration of the company’s accomplishment and I would really love for my inspiration and the love of my life to be there to celebrate it with me.” With his explanation, Y/N couldn’t really find a rebuttal to it, and he could sense that she had no answer so he inquired, “Why do you not want to go, love?” 

Tucking her head under his chin, Y/N then decided to unveil her reason, “I have nothing to wear.” Flabbergasted with that, Carter couldn’t help but ask, “What? Didn’t we go out shopping last week? Do you wanna go right now?” Y/N calmed Carter who was already making his way to stand up so he could get ready to go out. “It’s not that I don’t actually have clothes to wear; I do but,” She trailed off, not knowing how to properly say it. “But?” Carter wondered, and Y/n decided to just say it bluntly, “Nothing looks good on me.” Disbelief with just he heard, he looked at her as if he was expecting she would claim it was a joke; but upon seeing how she didn’t take back what she said, he then understood that she was indeed serious, “What do you mean nothing looks good on you?” Y/N then bit her lip nervously, Carter then pulled her lip and gently coaxed her to explain. “I was trying on the clothes we bought, and just nothing looked good on me. I mean, they’re pretty dresses so I figured maybe it was me who’s the problem. Like I can’t give justice to the dress.” Baffled with what she was saying, Carter put both his hands on her cheeks, making Y/N face his serious face, “Baby, that’s got to be the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard; and I went to a private highschool full of privileged fucks. I think what you really mean is that all the dresses we bought don’t compliment your assets properly,” Seeing her shrug nonchalantly signified how he was getting through her, “And honestly? You can come up to the gala in just your pajamas and still look drop dead gorgeous.”

“Is there any way I can not go on Sunday?” Y/N ‘s small voice was barely above a whisper, but it didn’t fly past Ransom’s keen ear. Looking up from his phone, he looked down from where she laid on his lap, her eyes looking hopeful. “Why don’t you want to go?” This wasn’t the first time he brought her over to Harlan’s home and dined with his family. Granted, she was risking going inside a lion’s den and being devoured by the predators. “Because your family’s gonna be there and we both know how disastrous these gatherings can be,” Though she made a point, both the trust fund son and his girlfriend knew that was a lame excuse to forfeit from the gathering. “Baby, you and I both know you handle these gatherings well;  remember what happened when you told Walt off?”

Upon bringing up the instance where Walt had made an off-handed and misogynistic comment to which didn’t sit well with Y/N, resulting in her lecturing him about why his statement was problematic, the girl could only scrunch her face up. “It’s because of that I don’t want to go,” she mumbled quietly. But if there was one thing Ransom learned and developed after dating her for so long, it was to listen carefully to every sound she made for it all meant something. “I may not have heard what you said clearly, but I know that you said something. So better speak up, princess and tell me what it is about this Sunday’s dinner that makes you not want to go.” Y/N knew there was no way they could drop this subject since Ransom had set his phone down and looked at her seriously. She then covered her eyes with her hands as she confessed, “I just heard about Walt and Linda talk about how they never wanted someone like me for you.” With that revelation, Ransom round himself agitated and infuriated with how his family members had the balls to comment on his love life that made him very much happy. Letting the back of his knuckles caress her cheek he consoled her, “Just so you know, my family can eat shit for thinking that they can give nasty and irrelevant comments about what makes me happy. You make me happy and love me despite my spoiled ass. If anything it’s me who doesn’t deserve to be with someone as amazing as you are.”

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Feral Pt.7

Daryl Dixon x OC

Summary:  Daryl is on a run with Rick when, in a warehouse, they find a woman who attacks them, and who reminds Daryl to a lioness…or a feral cat, and who doesn’t seem to trust anyone, including them, but Daryl finds himself going back to the warehouse, trying to get that feral to go with him to the prison, and to earn her trust.

Chapter 7/10

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Weeks kept coming and going, and Dana seemed more and more integrated, even if she was still quiet and not a people’s person, but she was one of them now…she still stayed at Daryl’s side, though, and he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy it, because he did, even if those unwelcome twirls kept partying in his belly sometimes or his heart beat a bit a too fast now and then when they were together.

Daryl liked to go out to the woods with her, patrolling and tracking, hunting for their people, he liked to see her getting better at it each day, he liked their quiet conversations and he liked even more when it seemed like they were able to communicate without words. He liked it when he was working on any vehicle and she was sat down near, a silent presence, either reading or watching him working. He liked the way she smiled to him and the affectionate touches she sometimes gave him, even if it made his heart and belly do weird things.

They were in a run now, it’d been a big one and everything seemed to have gone well, Maggie and Glenn were happy with it, they had found stuff and they hadn’t suffered any accident. Daryl was loading stuff into the bags attached to the bike when he felt something nudging his arm and he smiled, looking to the side to find Dana there.

“Hey, cat, you ready?”

She nodded, getting some more stuff into the bags, and then they got onto the bike. Dana wrapped her arms around him, at first she always held to the chassis of the bike , but for a while now, she’d been holding to him, and Daryl liked it more than he’d want to admit. They had been riding for a while, at the lead of the cars, when suddenly Dana tugged at his shirt.

“Stop.”

Daryl did so, frowning, looking at her over his shoulder as she looked around. “What?” She didn’t need to answer, though, he heard it then, growls of walkers not too far and what sounded like people fighting them. He jumped off the bike, waving at the cars. “Someone’s in trouble!” He shouted at them before he ran towards the noise, already taking his knife, Dana behind him, getting into the woods.

They didn’t have to go far to see a woman and a man fighting off walkers, but only the woman had a knife, putting down more walkers than probably she could alone, while the man seemed to try to desperately tug back a knife that by the look of it, had broken into a walker’s skull. Daryl was already sinking his knife into a walker’s head when he realized that there was another woman not far, on the ground, looking at everything with wide, scared eyes. Walkers were going to her but she wasn’t getting up, and Daryl realized that she must be hurt.

He looked back and saw Maggie, Glenn, and the others, and he looked at Dana. “Take care of these ones.” He waved at the walkers, he knew she could deal with them and she had the others to help now, and he rushed to put down the walkers going to the woman on the ground before they could get her. Once there didn’t seem to be any threat around, Daryl looked at the woman, who was looking at him from the ground with wide eyes. “You okay?”

She shook her head. “I fell and I can’t put weight on my ankle.”

“Alright, come on…” Daryl reached down for the woman, helping her to get up and she leaned onto him, groaning and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.  Daryl helped her to walk to the others, feeling awkward, but he wasn’t going to push her away, it looked like she had broken or strained her ankle.

There didn’t seem to be more walkers around, and so Glenn asked the usual questions to bring people into their place, and it was decided they’d be taken in. The woman was still clinging to him, and so Daryl helped her to walk to their vehicles, even he still felt awkward.

“Thank you,” the woman smiled at him. “For everything really.”

“Ain’t nothin’…” Daryl shrugged, looking down.

“It was, you helped us with those things, they were so many, and you certainly saved me!” The woman insisted, still holding to him, and Daryl just shrugged awkwardly again.

“Ain’t the only one.” Everyone had run to help. “And Dana’s the one who heard you all.” He nodded towards Dana, who was already sat down on the bike, looking at him.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The woman asked and for some reason, it made Daryl blush red, his heart and stomach doing that weird thing, and he could feel his face heating up, burning. He shook his hair, trying to hide his face, embarrassed. Why the hell did he had to get so flustered because of that woman asking if Dana was his girl and why it made him feel like that…no, he didn’t want to think on why.

“No, she’s…she’s Dana…she…” Daryl stammered. “She’s…uh…”

“Alright, guys, let’s get going,” Maggie said while Glenn helped the other people, who still seemed a bit in shock, into one of the cars, and so Daryl helped the woman into the car, careful so she wouldn’t hurt her ankle more.

“I’m Kate, by the way,” she said once she was seated next to his friends, smiling at him.

“Daryl.”

“Thanks again, Daryl.”

“Yeah, thanks!” The man next to her said. “To you all.”

“’was nothin’…” Daryl murmured awkwardly again.

He went towards his bike where Dana was waiting. “You did well,” he told her, reaching out to nudge her arm, though that woman, Kate’s words, came to his mind, and he found himself flustered at the gesture, even if he had gotten used to sharing those little affectionate touches with Dana, that made him feel warm in a weird way. “Those people are alive ‘cause of you.”

“Maybe.” Dana shrugged, and when Daryl got into the bike, instead of holding to him in the usual way she did, she wrapped her arms around him as if she were hugging him. It made him feel all sort of things in his belly, thoughts storming in his head, thoughts Daryl didn’t dwell on, and Kate’s words made it worse.

Daryl kicked the bike into gear and tried to focus just on the drive.

*

It was late when Daryl finally could go to his cell. They had to introduce the new people to Rick and the council, who had their own questions and explanations, then they had to be checked by Hershel, who confirmed that Kate had a sprained ankle, and somehow then Daryl had found himself helping her walk again, that time to the infirmary, since he’d been at the council even if he’d wanted to blur away.

Dana had been there too, even though she didn’t like to be around so many people, but they’d wanted to ask her opinion too, and everyone else’s who had helped in the rescue, and wanted to congratulate her for having heard the struggle. She just shrugged awkwardly and left to her cell as soon as she could, and Daryl wished he could do the same. He guessed someone else could help Kate to walk or find her some crutches or something, and so as soon as he could, he headed to his cell, though first he stopped at Dana’s.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked and Dana nodded from her bunk, but then patted the spot near her, and so Daryl walked in, sitting down next to her bashfully, feeling all weird again, and he hoped he wasn’t blushing like an idiot, like if they had never sat side to side before.  “Somethin’ wrong?”

Dana shook her head. “I’m a cat?” She asked, and Daryl frowned at her, confused at the question.

“Uh…yeah?” Daryl didn’t know what else to say, and then Dana nodded and leaned towards him, as she began to rub her head against his shoulder, not nudging him like she sometimes did, but actually rubbing the side of her head against his arm. It made Daryl get flustered even if he didn’t flinch, and he felt those damned twirls in his stomach as his heart did something weird, but he also couldn’t stop his laugh at it. “The hell you doin’?”

“Marking you,” Dana said, rubbing her cheek against the side of his head and it felt good enough that Daryl almost leaned into it before she pulled back.

“What you mean?”

“Mine.”

“What?” Daryl blinked at her, feeling his cheeks burning.

“Mine.”

Daryl didn’t know what to say, flustered, and Dana wasn’t saying anything else, just looking at him. “Let’s uh…let’s …” He stammered, flustered. “Let’s get some rest…let’s go out huntin’ tomorrow mornin’, yeah? So…yeah…rest…” Dana didn’t say anything, just nodded and lied down on the bed, looking at him. “Uh…goodnight.”

Daryl got up and left her cell, closing the door behind him as he knew she liked, and went to his, next to hers, dropping on the bed. He was a damn mess, he knew it, and he didn’t know what to do about it. If Kate’s words earlier asking if Dana was his girlfriend hadn’t messed him enough, Dana calling her hers had added more to it.

What did she mean? She meant hers as…as what? Yeah, he was her friend, her person to rely on, to support her, to care for her, yeah he was all that…was that what she meant? What was that about? Why now? Did she mean like…like hers in some other way…would that ever cross her mind…

Daryl hated how he was blushing all over again. He was trying to guess Dana’s intentions when he couldn’t even deal with his own emotions and feelings. When Kate asked if Dana was his girlfriend, how it made him feel…did he want Dana to be his girlfriend? Just the idea made him feel flustered and kind of like an idiot too.

He did like what he had with Dana. He liked to be with her, in the woods, or around the prison, working on his bike…he liked to talk to her, even if there weren’t that many words or big conversations, but she talked to him more than to anyone else, which made him feel all weird, and he liked their silences too, they could communicate like that. She made his heart do crazy things sometimes, and those damn twirls in his belly that he couldn’t stop, and he looked at her or thought on her and that damn stupid smile would tug at his lips no matter what.

What he really considering that maybe he had a stupid teenager crush in Dana? Wasn’t he too old for that shit? The idea made him feel like an idiot and made him blush even more furiously, his face felt like it was burning. Why did he have to think all that shit. Couldn’t he be content with what they had, he loved his relationship with Dana, his time with her made him feel…he didn’t know, but it was good, but was he really considering if maybe he’d want to have something like Maggie and Glenn had… He felt like such an idiot, he didn’t think he could get even more flustered. He was a damn mess. Why had he started with all this nonsense.

Besides, the fact that suddenly he’d become a mess when thinking about Dana and their relationship, didn’t mean that Dana would want anything like that. Why would she. Yeah, she spent time with him, cared for him, yeah, she was his friend, sure she liked him more than anyone else, and now she was saying that silly thing of him being hers…so…maybe…but nah, that didn’t mean she’d like to, what? Be his girlfriend or some of that shit? The thought sent those damned twirls to Daryl’s belly again and somehow he got even more flustered. Nah…all that didn’t mean that she’d like to kiss him or whatever…and by the way, did he want to kiss her?

Daryl turned on the bed to bury his blushed, burning face onto the pillow almost as if to suffocate himself, or at least his brain. He wanted it to shut up, to stop all this nonsense. It was getting him crazy. Couldn’t he just fall asleep and call it a day? It wasn’t like he wasn’t tired, it’d been a damn long day. Couldn’t just his heart, belly, and mind shut up and let him sleep for once.

Damn, he wished he could shut down his brain.

*

Early the next morning, after not much sleep since his brain, indeed, didn’t shut up, Daryl went to meet with Dana and go to the woods. He’d fallen asleep very late and he’d overslept, though it was still early enough, quite a few people were still sleeping, but later than their usual time to go to the woods.

“Lazy.”

Daryl heard Dana’s teasing voice as she approached him and he scoffed, nudging her shoulder with his, though he couldn’t help his blush. If Dana knew the thoughts that had kept him awake, he’d probably die out of embarrassment. Everything came back to him, couldn’t help it, and he cleared his throat, awkward, looking away from Dana. She tugged at his sleeve to make him look at her, though, and then she smiled, giving him a protein bar. Breakfast, Daryl guessed. Somehow it made him feel all weird all over again, those twirls in his belly, and that damn stupid smile tugging at his lips.

“Thanks…” He murmured, taking the bar and looking away bashfully as he removed the wrap and began munching on it. “Come on…”

They hadn’t gotten out of the prison when Daryl heard a voice calling for him and Dana, and he found Kate sat down on a chair near the window, a pair of old fashioned crutches like Hershel’s near her.

“Hey, you good?” Daryl greeted awkwardly while Dana nodded at the woman but remained silent.

“Yeah, I’m fine, much better thanks to you. You all.” She grinned. “Hershel got me these crutches but I’m useless with them, I’m tripping all the time, I don’t think I can trust myself with stairs or anything like that.”

“You’ll get better.” Daryl guessed that was the good thing to say.

“Yeah…Hershel said my ankle should be better soon enough.”

“Good.” Daryl nodded awkwardly and turned to leave, but Kate spoke again.

“Hey, I was wondering…I bet you’re busy, but today looks like it’s going to be a wonderful day, and I don’t want to be stuck inside now that I can be outside but safe, inside your fences,” Kate said. “But I really don’t trust myself with the crutches, so I was wondering…if maybe you could help me walk outside? Like to the orchard or something?”

“Oh…” Daryl frowned, looking around to see if there were somebody else non-busy around, with no luck. Anyway, it’d take him less than five minutes to walk Kate to the orchard, he and Dana could go hunting after it, it wasn’t too late. “Okay.”

“Thanks, really.” Kate grinned at him, getting up from the chair, supporting an arm on the wall and then already reaching out to wrap her other arm around him, and Daryl tried not to flinch despite being unable not to feel awkward.

“Hunting?” Dana asked.

“Yeah, just…let’s get her to one of those picnic tables outside first,” Daryl said. “Can you get her crutches?” Dana shrugged but picked them up, and slowly, Daryl helped Kate to limp outside and towards the orchard, and then he helped her sit down on one of the picnic tables that faced the plants in which Rick was already working. If Kate needed to move, he could help her. “There you go.”

“Thanks again.” Kate smiled, letting go of him slowly as she settled on the seat, and Dana dropped the crutches next to her on the table.

“Was nothin’.” Daryl shrugged bashfully. “We’re gonna head out huntin’.”

“Thanks for that too, the food,” Kate said. “Be careful out there.”

“Yeah…” Daryl nodded awkwardly and then turned to follow Dana, who was already walking away.

They walked through the woods quietly, which wasn’t unusual, but still, Daryl thought it felt different…or maybe it was all that stupid shit in his head, all those thoughts about Dana that had kept him awake for most of the night. Maybe…maybe Dana had realized it, somehow? Nah, that was even more stupid, it was impossible.  Daryl peeked at her…she seemed to be looking around and looking for tracks, as always, but Daryl couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Still, he tried to stop it and stop his silly, overthinking mind, and focus on patrolling and trying to find something to hunt and bring back to the prison.

“She wants you,” Dana said out of the blue after a while, and Daryl frowned, confused.

“What?”

“Kate.”

“What with her?”

Dana rolled her eyes. “She wants you!”

Daryl felt his cheeks heating up when he realized what Dana meant. “She doesn’t!”

“Pff…” Dana rolled her eyes again. “She does.”

“She doesn’t!” Daryl snapped again, embarrassed. “That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid,” Dana retorted, walking faster, leaving Daryl more than confused. Was she mad? What was that stupidity of Kate wanting him? Dana wasn’t making sense.

“Hey! The hell did I do to annoy you now?!” Daryl walked behind her but Dana didn’t stop, just scoffed as she kept walking fast.

It was crazy, maybe she thought that he wanted something with Kate? That if he did, it’d mean that he would push Dana away, stop spending time with her? Nothing and nobody in the world could make him do that…but maybe she got that crazy idea in her mind? He’d just tried to help Kate around when she had needed it, like he tried to do for all their people.

“Dana, hey, wait! Wait a second!” Daryl reached out to hold her arm and she flinched it away, but she turned to look at him, seeming upset. “Hey, cat, come on…” Daryl chewed on his lip, shy and unsure about what to say. “She doesn’t want me and anyway, I don’t want her.”

“No?” Dana frowned and Daryl couldn’t believe that she was asking.

“No…and I wouldn’t want to stop going out with you or…or nothing…” Daryl shrugged, shyly.

Dana nodded, seeming less upset, and then she turned to walk at a normal pace. “She does want you.”

“Yeah, sure.” Daryl scoffed, Dana was being ridiculous today. “Why would she.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

Dana scoffed too and turned to look at him. “Idiot.”

“Whatever,” Daryl murmured, and now he was the one who walked faster, he was starting to feel agitated about the whole thing.

Daryl felt Dana’s hand on his arm and he went to yank it but she didn’t let him, tugging at him, and Daryl turned to face her, about to snap at her to stop the nonsense and leave him alone, when suddenly Dana’s lips were on his. Daryl made a sound of surprise, couldn’t help it, almost move away in shock but at the same time, his body didn’t want to, and his eyes closed on his own accord while those familiar twirls seemed to erupt in his belly and his heart went crazy, even though he was too shocked to return the kiss.

Dana pulled back, looking at him, but she kept her hands on his shoulders, and Daryl’s skin seemed to burn under her touch, lips tingling after her brief kiss. “Why wouldn’t she want you,” she said and Daryl had a million reasons in his head as for why Kate or anyone else wouldn’t want him in the way that Dana meant, but he couldn’t care for it now, couldn’t voice it, because the only thing in his mind after that kiss was the wonder of maybe, maybe Dana actually wanting him like that.

“You uh…you…” He stammered with his words, shy and nervous as he swallowed hard, part of him was as tense and on alert as to when he fought walkers, urging him to flee or fight, but another part of him didn’t want to flee neither to fight that thing, that scary thing in his belly but that also felt oh so good.

Dana seemed to know what he meant and she nodded. “I want you.”

Daryl swallowed hard again, trying to regain his sense, trying to fight those damn twirls in his belly, if those were of excitement or fear, he didn’t know, his pulse was picking up, and hell, he wanted to kiss her so bad again, why hadn’t he realized how he wanted to do that before. All that mess of emotions that he’d been feeling and wondering about just got worse, way worse, almost too overwhelming. Part of him still urged him to fight it, it sounded scary, something dangerous, a bad idea, urged him to run away, but he didn’t.

“You uh…want…want me…want me how?” He stammered, forcing himself to ask, looking down and blushing up to his ears, feeling like his face was about to burst into flames.

Dana had just kissed him, so that couldn’t mean that she wanted him as only a friend? Right…even if the idea of her wanting to kiss him and…and whatnot, felt crazy. But what did she want? Did she want them to kiss and make out and…and whatever, or did she want like an actual relationship? Daryl wondered how could he feel such panic at the idea while at the same time feeling such longing for it, a longing he hadn’t realized he felt but that now hit him with so much force, it was almost overwhelming.

“Want to be with you,” Dana murmured, shrugging, but before Daryl could force himself to ask how, again, she smiled as if she realized what was going through his head. “Want me to ask you out?” She said teasingly. “To ask you to be my boyfriend?”

Daryl scoffed, pushing away from her, everything felt like too much, too overwhelming, he felt silly and vulnerable in a way that he hated, and he felt as if he couldn’t deal with it anymore, everything was too much, and the idea of maybe Dana being just messing around made his throat tight, which just made him feel more agitated and like more of an idiot. Then, he felt Dana’s arms wrapping around him and her pressing herself against his back, hugging him, and he couldn’t fight it, couldn’t move away.

“Be my boyfriend,” Dana said quietly and Daryl turned to frown at her, his heart beating so fast, he couldn’t believe that they were really having this conversation. Dana frowned too as she looked at his face. “Don’t want to?” She began to let go of him, but Daryl did want it, even if the idea was scary and overwhelming, even if it made him nervous as hell, he couldn’t ignore the way in which she made him feel, he didn’t want to fight it, not anymore, and he reached to hold her hands before she pulled away.

“I want it,” he rasped, forced himself to push past his shyness and fear to say it aloud.

“You sure?” Dana asked him and Daryl swallowed hard, nodding.

“And you?” He asked back and Dana nodded, smiling softly. “Really?” Daryl couldn’t stop himself from asking, couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea of Dana actually wanting something like that with him, to be with him like that, a relationship, not just the friendship that they had.

“Really.” Dana snorted but she smiled at him in a way that gave him those out of control butterflies again, even more when she reached out to caress the side of his head, pushing his hair away, and Daryl couldn’t help but lean into her touch. “You’re not stupid or an idiot,” she said quietly. “But you can be silly. Sometimes.”

Daryl snorted, he didn’t know what to say, feeling nervous but at the same time, his heart was out of control and butterflies were throwing such a party that it almost embarrassed him. He didn’t need to say anything, though, because Dana was kissing him again, and this time, he kissed her back.

“You still sure?” Dana whispered when she pulled back and Daryl nodded.

“Yeah…” He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, leaning to hold his forehead against hers,  not that Dana seemed to mind as she held him closer to her, and Daryl wondered why he hadn’t done that before, if it meant that he got to feel the way in which he was feeling now, a way in which he hadn’t felt before, and no matter it was still scary, it just felt so damn good.

*

Finally together! I love them so much!

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Pembroke

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Based on this prompt! A NYPD Detective won’t leave Y/N alone, so Spencer intervenes. 116 - “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

Warning: Sexual harassment. Sexual wording. Swearing (I think). Just genuinely inappropriate words and behaviour. Blood.

Words: 1, 475

A/N: This related to a TV show... but do you know which?

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“Y/N, maybe after this is through, we can grab a drink?” Detective Pembroke suggested.

If you could go back and punch your past self in the face, you would. Then you’d kick her ass. Then, you’d shot her for good measure. What the hell had you been thinking five years ago? Oh right, you hadn’t been thinking, you had just been horny.

 In fairness, the problem wasn’t that you had a one-night stand, it was, rather, who you had that one-night stand with. Keith Pembroke was a detective who was completely full of himself. A tall man with broad shoulders, dark hair and dark eyes, he was sure he was gods gift to women.

 You had regretted it quickly. On a moment of weakness, you had hooked up with him and from then on, he had tried to hit you up numerously for booty-calls. Your last seven months in the NYPD was a nightmare of avoiding the other Detective before you transferred to join the BAU.

 However, since you had returned to New York, and to the very precinct you had previously been stationed at, Detective Pembroke had been trying to ‘make the move’ on you. He had asked you out for dinner, for lunch, offered to pick you up at your hotel for breakfast. He had suggested grabbing a drink, taking a stroll through the park. He had even outright just suggested you going back to his place for a romp in the sheets.

 All in the space of forty-eight hours.

 It was frustrating to say the least. You had repeatedly told him that you were completely uninterested. He still persisted. You told him you were in a relationship, he didn’t care. He didn’t even care when you pointed out that your boyfriend was on your team, and in the very same precinct.

 Spencer had wanted to step in, but you had practically begged him not to. Firstly, you didn’t want to cause a problem between the BAU team and the NYPD. Secondly, it was nothing you couldn’t put up with for a few days. And finally, Spencer, bless his heart, was a delicate flower. Pembroke wouldn’t be opposed to becoming physical, but Spencer was not a man who used his fists to get his way.

 “As I’ve told you before, Detective Pembroke, I am not interested” you repeated. “Also, its Agent Y/L/N.”

“Come now, one little drink won’t hurt” he pushed, taking hold of your arm and pulling you closer.

“I don’t want to go for a drink with you or socialise with you in any way. I’m not interested. I’m in a happily committed relationship with a man who respects me… why would I go for you?” you snatched your arm back. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m telling you now, honey, you’ll be in my bed again before the week is out” he laughed, his voice following you as you left the room.  

  Spencer had heard what Detective Pembroke had said to his girlfriend, and it infuriated him. Spencer was grown enough to admit he wasn’t the best with dealing with emotions, he could become quite petty with someone when they upset him. However, for Y/N sake, he tried to keep calm around the detective.

 He watched as Y/N left the room and Detective Pembroke, smiling to himself, walked over to where Spencer was standing with two other NYPD officers. While Detective Pembroke knew that Y/N was dating a member of the BAU, she hadn’t been specific about who it was. why? She didn’t want him hounding Spencer, which she wouldn’t put past the man.

 “Still after her, Keith?” One of the officers laughed, sipping at his coffee. “When are you going to give in?”

“When she’s in my bed” Pembroke laughed, grabbing himself a drink.

“She’s told you no multiple times, don’t you think you should respect that?” Spencer asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

 Spencer didn’t understand men like Detective Pembroke. He didn’t understand how a man could view a woman as ‘just a pussy to keep you warm’. The way men like his spoke about women made Spencer sick.

 Spencer was raised to respect women, to appreciate them, to care for them. It was obvious that these men weren’t taught the same.

 Detective Pembroke and the two officers continued to laugh. They continued to speak degradingly about women, and, in particular, about Y/N. Spencer could feel his blood boil. What gave men the right to act this way. If a woman said no, a man should accept that, apologise, and move on. What entitled a man to push for access to a woman’s body, when she didn’t want to give that access? Realising it or not, Detective Pembroke and the officers were promoting rape culture, which, in their line of profession, was something they were meant to be fighting.

 Well, Spencer thought, everyone should be fighting against rape and rape culture.

 They kept speaking, kept saying the disgusting things. They didn’t care if Y/N or any other woman, wasn’t interested. They’d push and push. Spencer’s fists clenched as they laughed, speaking about all the filthy things they’d have Y/N do for them.

 “I can’t wait to have her on her knees for me” Pembroke said, eyes watching Y/N through the window as she spoke with Rossi. “Cock so far down her throat she won’t be able to say ‘No’.”

 It was the straw which broke the camels back, as they say.

  Your attention was suddenly drawn to the breakroom of the NYPD station. You rushed forward, pushing through the doorway and entering the room, mouth open in shock.

 Detective Pembroke was bracing himself against the table, his hand covering his nose but you could clearly see the bloody pouring from between his fingers. His eyes were focused on his attacker. You followed his line of sight and gasped.

 Spencer stood in front of him, an officer holding him back, with blood covering his knuckles. “If a woman says no, they mean no. its not a maybe, its not an invitation to try harder or a request to force them. It. Means. No.”

“What’s going on here?” Lewis Walker, the precinct Captain walked into the room.

Spencer ignored him, continue to speak to Pembroke. “You don’t get to speak to or about women like that, you have no right. Being a man and having a badge does not permit you to encourage rape and rape culture. It’s disgusting. I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Agent, calm down!” Captain Walker ordered, pointing a warning finger at Spencer.

“This is calm, and its Doctor” Spencer corrected him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Detective Pembroke has been sexually harassing Agent Y/L/N since we arrived. Maybe you should take a further look at you detectives and keep a better eye on them.”

 With that, Spencer stormed towards the door, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you with him.

  After the ‘scene’ in the break room, Detective Pembroke hadn’t spoken to you again. Thankfully. The insistent dinner or drinks requests had stopped, and so had the ‘appreciative’ looks which had previously been following your every movement. While you weren’t pleased that it had taken Spencer punching him and calling him and his captain out in front of everyone to stop him, you were happy that he did at least stop.

 Spencer hadn’t gotten in any real trouble for his behaviour. Hotch had taken him aside and had a word, but that was more for appearances sake. Everyone was aware of how Pembroke had treated you, and none of them were sorry to see him with a broken nose.

 Stepping out of the interview room and into the bullpen of the precinct, you smiled at Spencer. “All three kids are home safe, and Mr and Mrs Hobbins confessed.”

“Well done, I’m so proud of you” Spencer smiled, reaching for you.

 His hands cupped your face and he pulled you in a for a sweet, loving kiss. The kiss is gentle and soft, but your toes curl in you heels. You love it when Spencer kisses you. Its like electricity hums down your spine and your chest expands as you take in a breath of fresh air which is all him.

 “Come on” Spencer says, pulling back from the kiss. “Let’s go get a decent coffee and a doughnut to celebrate. I think there’s a Starbucks down the block.”

 It as he’s pulling you towards the door that you catch sight of Detective Pembroke. He’s looking at you both in shock. Obviously, he hadn’t worked out that Spencer was your boyfriend, even after he threw a punch for you. Some detective he was.

 You shook you head, casting him out of your mind as you happily followed after your boyfriend. Starbucks coffee and a doughnut sounded great.

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Make it Work: Chapter 1

Summary: When offered a permanent position with the FBI, Hailey agrees to take it under one condition: Jay comes too. As their personal lives and work lives begin to change, the two partners find it increasingly difficult to navigate their complex relationship and manage their feelings for one another. *Picks up at the 8x03 bar scene.

Writer’s Note: I’m so excited to share my first multi-chapter fic. I really enjoyed Hailey’s FBI episode and how seamlessly she was able to adapt to that world, so I thought it would be fun to explore how Jay might fit into that world and how different the adjustment may be for him. When writing the first chapter I was really inspired by the song (what i wish just one person would say to me) by Lany, because I felt like it fit Jay’s perspective perfectly. As much as our guy loves Hailey, he was always going to put her wishes above his own. That’s what the song is all about, so you can see a few lines inspired by the song sprinkled throughout the chapter (the title is also taken from the song). Please enjoy Chapter 1 of Make it Work!

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“Alright. Let’s do this, rip the bandaid off. What did the FBI offer you?” Jay said straightly, trying to hide the worry that coursed throughout his entire body.

Earlier that day he had discovered the FBI had Hailey on their radar, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. After what went down with his last partner, simply hearing someone say “FBI” left a bad taste in his mouth. He wouldn’t openly admit it, but he was worried about Hailey taking the offer. Ever since she had returned from New York, she had been fairly quiet about how it went. Her feelings seemed indifferent, but part of him had to wonder why she would hide the fact that they were sending her job offers. He hated the idea of being left alone again, but ultimately he just wanted what was best for her, even if that meant moving thousands of miles away.

Jay had been seeing Hailey differently for a while. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his feelings shifted, but he knew things were different. If anyone asked, she was his partner and his best friend, but he knew deep down that she was more than that. There were even a handful of moments when he almost told her how he felt but Jay, never a man of openly expressing his feelings, failed to get a single word out every time. He had fought those feelings for so long, keeping them hidden deep in the depths of his closed-off heart, but her time away in New York proved this impossible. He had picked her up from the airport when she got back in Chicago, and the second he saw her he couldn’t deny the way she set his heart aflame. So, hearing that the FBI was trying to steal her away permanently was messing with his head. He had sat on his concern all day, but his patience was running thin.

“Mm okay. Joint level task-force, with the HIG, all interrogations, all high-level targets,” she told him, a slight smirk on her face as she awaited his reaction.

“Sure.. Sure, sure, sure, yeah, that sounds awesome,” he said sarcastically as she chuckled. “Is it good pay?” He asked her, a sense of defeat in his voice.

“Great pay. Honestly made me a little embarrassed about what we get paid,” she said with a smile. This was not what he was hoping for, but he pressed forward.

“Well, you’d probably be really good at it,” he responded, feigning support as the words killed him inside. He knew she would be good at it, there was no doubt in his mind. The job sounded perfect for her, but he just hated where it was and what it could mean for them.

“Yeah,” she muttered, pausing briefly and looking out the window as if her next words were lingering somewhere outside and she was trying to find them. “Yeah, I hope so because I told them I would take it,” she finally said, her eyes slowly traveling back to his. The smile on her face was replaced by a look of sincerity. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as he clenched his jaw, trying to conceal the myriad of emotions consuming him.

“Well, I.. I’m happy for you,” he said unconvincingly before bringing his glass back to his mouth, taking a large swig of his drink. He couldn’t look her in the eye because he knew she’d be able to read right through him. So, he focused on the bottom of his glass, fingers fidgeting with the rim waiting for her to say something.

“Yeah, well I should be saying the same to you,” she told him. With this, he raised his eyes back up to meet hers and returned her words with a raised brow, sending a questioning look her way.

“I told them I wasn’t going anywhere without my partner, so they took a look at your file and they were very impressed by your background. They said if you’re good enough for me to bargain with, you must be worth having on their team,” she paused briefly and he watched her swallow hard before her next words. “Jay the offer is extended to the both of us.. that is if it is something you’re interested in,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she tried to read his reaction.

A moment of what felt like his world falling apart was now being strung back together with a sliver of hope for the two of them. Being a fed was never in any of Jay’s plans. In fact, he always found himself carrying an unwarranted detestation for them that made those government positions sound completely unappealing. He never imagined he’d be willing to give up Chicago, let alone his position in Intelligence, especially for a job with the feds, but if it meant being with Hailey he was going to consider it. Romantically or not he knew he needed her in his life and as he told her not too long ago, he would follow her anywhere.

“I- wha- I-“ he stuttered out, not being able to form a coherent word.

“Look, I know it is a lot to ask of you. I know it may not seem fair of me to offer you up like that without asking first, but the way I figured it, we’re good at our jobs and we’re good together. I mean new job, new city, it all sounded so crazy to me at first. I’ve never pictured myself anywhere outside of CPD, but then I took a step back and realized what it could mean big picture. My time in New York, the cases I was working, they showed me just how big and bad this world can be. I mean I was chasing after dudes that make guys like Darius Walker look like frickin saints. The whole time I just kept thinking, I could really see myself doing this every day. I felt fulfilled in a way I hadn’t in years, but every night I’d go home, especially after the bad ones, and I felt like something was missing. Then one night after a really bad one I was sitting in my hotel room, wallowing in the heaviness of that day and my phone rang. It was you calling to check up because you had a bad case too and you needed whatever this thing is between us that always seems to work. That’s when I realized what it was that was missing. It was you,” she shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling up in a shameful smile.

“Hailey..” Jay said as his eyes glossed over with tears. He sat there silently, looking into the endless depth of her eyes and hoping the right words would come to him. His thoughts were jumbled and he was having trouble grounding himself in reality. The whiplash of thinking he was losing the most important person in his life to hearing her tell him her life wasn’t complete without him left him in a state of disorient. He was relieved when she continued on before he had the chance to stumble over words once more.  

“Look Jay, I don’t expect you to have an answer now. I just needed to tell you where I’m coming from so you’d have a full perspective to guide your decision. I know leaving Chicago, leaving our family at the 21st wouldn’t be easy, but I feel like this opportunity is something worth pursuing. I also think it’s something that would be made easier if we did it together,” she admitted, finishing her piece.

Her words echoed in his head as he seriously thought through the opportunity. Jay was wired to be a cop, to right wrongs, help victims find justice, and chase the highs of dangerous cases. He found his life’s purpose doing just that, starting in the Rangers and leading to his spot in Intelligence. He appreciated the fulfillment his work in Intelligence brought him, but what if he could do that on a much larger scale - with her by his side no less. All of a sudden he was picturing a life in New York and working at the FBI. He felt like it could make sense and it caught him by surprise, but it seemed clear.

“Do you remember when the unit was under siege and we thought it was the end of Intelligence? We had just gotten back from that major bust and we were talking about what would happen if we got shut down.. where we would go. Do you remember what I said to you?” He asked her, his newfound clarity allowed him to string a coherent thought together. She nodded in response.

“You told me you’re going where I go and that it’s hard to find a good partner,” she said softly, her eyes staying locked with his.

“I meant it then, and I mean it now. I’ve spent my whole life fighting to help people, and I like to think we’ve done some really great things in Intelligence. You were right when you said we’re good together, and if this job means we can make an even bigger difference than the one we do now, I’m all in,” he said, causing a big smile to form across her face.  

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. I mean I’d like to know more about the position and everything, but if you say it’s worth it, then I trust you.. we’ll make it work. Plus, our thing just isn’t the same over the phone. You’d be lost without me,” he told her with a cheeky smile, eliciting an eye roll from her.

“Yeah, you mean you’d be lost without me,” she responded, standing from her chair to grab her coat. Jay laughed and took the check before rising to put his coat on as well. As they made their way to the door, Jay turned to face Hailey as a concerned look overcame his face.

“Wait- have you planned on how we’re going to tell Voight about this?” He asked. She returned his question with an expression matching his.

“Uh ah, I didn’t get that far. I didn’t think you would actually agree to be honest.”

“Come on, we’ve built a pretty strong partnership here, at least part of you had to think there was a chance I’d say yes,” he told her.

“Yeah, no I wasn’t thinking about that. I was thinking the fact that it’s a job with the feds and the idea of having to wear a suit everyday would have left no room for consideration,” she said with a chuckle. She pushed her body against the door, grimacing at the sudden sensation of the cold Chicago wind against her face, leaving a suspended Jay stood in the doorway.

“Suit.. everyday.. I-“ he said upon realizing that part of the job he hadn’t considered.

“Woah, woah, woah, you already said yes, no turning back now,” she teased. He groaned and dragged his feet out the door to join her in the cold. They walked shoulder to shoulder down the street in a comfortable silence.

“That doesn’t sound so bad you know,” she said, breaking through the silence as they reached their cars. She turned to face him, her eyes carrying a glimmer he hadn’t noticed before.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Getting to see you in a suit every day,” she said confidently before realizing the coy nature of the statement and bashfully looking away. Jay could feel the heat rush to his face despite the chilling wind blowing against him. He smiled down at his feet, hoping if she could notice the redness of his cheeks, she accounted it to the cold. There was a long pause before he brought his eyes back up to hers once again.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she said, placing a hand on his chest lightly before passing him to get into her car.

Jay wasn’t sure where their future was going or what direction it would take them, but he knew as long as she was in his life, he was set. His eyes followed her as she got in her car and started the engine. She gave him a small wave before pulling out into the street. Yet again there he was suppressing his feelings for his partner, but this time it felt worth it. A lot in their lives was about to change, he didn’t need to add the heaviness of his feelings to the mix. He was anxious about what was to come, but he ultimately felt content with his decision.