#come on rick you could have done better in EVERYTHING

[teslaluvszombies]

IMMUNE

carl gets bit and y/n refuses to let him go out alone, she wants him to wait until after he turns to kill him and he reluctantly agrees only to find out he was immune.

(intended lowercase)

warnings : death, slight implication of suicide.

“please leave, I don't want you to see this.”

you shook your head at his plea, you couldn't leave him in there alone knowing what he was planning to do. rick and michonne had tried to get you to leave but it was no matter because you refused to leave him, refused to let him go out alone.

“i’m not leaving you in here so you can kill yourself!” you couldn't contain the sobs that came with your words, you'd done everything to keep yourself calm but it was futile. you sat by his side hunched over in tears, not being able to look at his face for the first time since you met him. when he had arrived at alexandria you could've sworn he was the prettiest boy you'd ever seen, you hadn't been able to keep your eyes off of him, even after he lost his eye and begged you to look away. now, here you sit, unable to look at his face, drained of color, eyes void of light.

“I need to do this.” he insisted, despite knowing it wouldn't deter you in the slightest; you always had been stubborn.

you searched your brain for something to say, something to prolong the inevitable moment, “i’ll do it.”

“y/n—”

“the second you turn I'll shoot you, I swear. just let me have these last couple moments with you, please.”

you hear him sigh before he lifts his hand off of the gun it'd been resting on, instead resting on top of your shaking hand. “okay. I trust you.”

for a moment you feel the weight on your chest lessen, sudden relief at the thought of more time with him even if your time with him will be cut short regardless, any time is better than no time.

“look at me.” his voice is gentle and plainly weak, but had a factor of desperation in it that was undeniable. for the first time since you had found out you allowed your gaze to meet his, his eyelid was droopy and he wore a soft smile, his expression alone telling you that he didn't have much time left. he began to rub circles on the back of your hand, his eye examining your face like he was trying to make sure you were permanently engraved in his brain, even in the afterlife. “promise me something?”

“anything.”

he chuckles at your quick response before continuing his statement, “promise me you'll keep going. I know you, I know how you are, I can see it on your face— you have to keep going, have to keep living. judith,” a quiet sob escapes him at the mention of his younger sister, “she needs you. dad and michonne are great and all, but she's gonna need someone to show her how we do things, someone like you.”

it took everything in you to not remind him it was him that she needed, not you, but you were sure it was known. “I don't know what I'm gonna do without you.” you say, silently agreeing to his request.

“you’ll figure it out.” he reached his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping over a stray tear. you hear him groan in response to propping his body up on his elbow, “come here.” a shaky exhale passes your lips as you lean into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around him just as you had done just a few days prior in the safety of his room. part of you knew that this was it, you could tell this was goodbye by the way he held you — it was different compared to any embrace the two of you had shared in the past, more permanent, like there wouldn't be a next time.

“I love you.”

your nails dug into his back, a choked sob sounding out in the nearly vacant building, “I love you,” you weep, “more than anything.”

you wish there was a way to trade places with him, to not be forced to live without him, but it was too late for wishes, wasn't it?

he pulls back, his lips finding their way to yours in a gentle kiss. it was slow and soft, just like it had been the first time, though this time it was laced with more urgency and desperation, like the other might disappear into thin air. he pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, 

“thank you, y/n, for everything.” he says, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose, his hand moving to push the gun underneath your fingertips, his way of telling you it was over.

you feel him fall limp against you, his eye falling shut.

you contemplate sitting there until he turns, letting him turn you too, but you made a promise and you can't break it, not so soon.

you push him back against the hardwood, your entire body visibly trembling as you do so, loud sobs echoing through the building. you grab the gun and make sure it's loaded and ready, scooting back from his body a bit. you knew it was a mistake to promise to do this but it was worth it for the time you got.

your eyes lock on his body, watching as his chest continues to rise and fall even if it's weaker and more delayed than usual. you had never seen someone turn, you'd only heard the stories, so you weren't sure how much longer he would continue to lay there before he did fall victim to the virus, but you did know you refused to shoot him until then.

it had been hours since then and his chest was still rising and falling at the same pace, it was torture, a game of waiting. you thought back to the stories you'd heard, it had never taken this long, but maybe this was your punishment for all the wrong you did during the end of the world and maybe even before. no one was perfect so why would you be subjected to such hell? there were plenty of worse people out there, you were sure you were just the tip of the iceberg.

“y/n?”

you'd been so lost in thought that you nearly shot the wall in your shock. your eyes immediately fell onto the boy in front of you, your mouth agape at the sight, “carl?” you were sure you were seeing things, maybe you had fallen asleep or succumbed to the same hallucinations rick had been faced with after losing lori. “your—?”

“alive? yeah.” he said, sounding just as confused as you were.

“but you got bit! how is that even possible?” your hands raised to your hair, the gun you had been holding falling to the floor.

“I don't know.”

the two of you stared at each other in disbelief, seemingly searching each other’s faces for a sign this wasn't real, not that either of you were hoping it wasn't.

it wasn't long before the tears started again, mostly from confusion and relief, “you're alive, oh my god, you're alive.” you couldn't resist throwing yourself in his arms, him happily reciprocating. his arms held you close to his chest, his head resting on top of yours as you sobbed in relief, his heartbeat echoing in your ears.

neither of you were sure how it was possible that carl was still alive, how he hadn't turned, but it didn't matter too much in the moment — he was alive.

your face left his chest to look at him, scanning his face once more to assure he was real before you collided your lips with his. the kiss was messy unlike the one you had shared before he supposedly passed, there were noses bumping together and teeth hitting each other, but it was the best kiss you had ever experienced.

“you think this means i’m immune?” he pulled away to ask, a geeky smile across his face at the reality of being alive and being with you.

“I don't know but let's not find out.”

[rosaadiazs]

i still think that percy should have remembered sally instead of annabeth in son of neptune. don't get me wrong, I like percabeth too and i understand that they had a deep relationship or whatever.

but come on, sally literally put up with gabe for percy, you know the kind of courage that would have required? especially after what she went through previously? she was always the one constant in his life and she should have been acknowledged (grover too should have had a larger role in hoo but that's a whole seperate rant)

look I'm not saying that annabeth isn't important, she is a very big part of percy's life... but sally should have been remembered

[reiniesainyo]

IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 02

02 | WELCOME TO NY previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. wow actual content who knew! i give some tidbits about rina and lukes dynamic as well for funsies (takes place at the start of the season premiere to probably episode 4-5 ish)

liked by iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell, and 322,778 others thelnarchive best people to star in my first show with actually

walker.scobell pov: you at the end of this sentence 🤓👆 ↳ thelnarchive that** ↳ leahsavajeffries destroyed him with one word that's insane

user1 she's so gorgeous it's killing me

user2 her photo dumps are so cute it's so RAHHHHH ↳ user3 thank you yn for keeping us fed

iamcharliebushnell no photo creds? thats crazy...... ↳ thelnarchive 📸: charlie bushnell  ↳ iamcharliebushnell thank you 😁

user4 she's so pretty, i would go to hell and back for her. she could be sent to the underworld and i would go and traverse the entire underworld for her and bring her back, have hades let me walk out with her only if i don't turn my back and bet you baby i'm no orpheus because you're coming home ↳ user5 this is so real but also what the fuck

dior.n.goodjohn PRETTIEST IN CAMP HALFBLOOD ↳ thelnarchive NO YOU!

iamcharliebushnell for everyone's information, she yapped for like the 2 hour makeup and hair session ↳ thelnarchive you weren't interested in the cultural impact of feminist retellings of mythology? 😔 ↳ iamcharliebushnell i didn't say i didn't listen to every bit

user6 yn ln being a yapper and charlie being a listener was not in my 2024 bingo card but it is pleasantly accepted ↳ user7 the chemistry is kind of crazy

bellie 💋 @G1LLMOREGRLS theres like less than 3 minutes of luke and rina screen time but the way they look at each other is insane. ik luke visiting rina before leaving was implied and like them him contacting her even after the attempt too i still want to see some because the potential angst is so insane 🗨 19 comments 🔁 129 retweets ❤️ 707 likes

user1 "i lost luke three times in my life." if they remove this it better be for something even more heartbreaking

user2 honestly truth i'm manifesting so hard to see some of their iris messages like i can just imagine it ↳ G1LLMOREGRLS oh my fucking god that's so true, i want to see luke begging her to come with him and then her begging him to change his mind

user3 i want the new seasons to come sooner because i trust in rick's capability to give us what we want 💳💳💳 ↳ user4 i trust in the editor's to make what rick gives us even better brah ↳ user5 what if i said lascotellan to a hozier song

user6 the show ate with levitating as the replacement for poker face in e6 so i'm expecting a tragic song for their scenes too ↳ G1LLMOREGRLS dare i say we get a scene of luke regretting his actions juxtaposed with a scene of him and rina arguing with her telling him to silver springs by fleetwood mac ↳ user6 LUKE AND RINA ARGUING OVER HIS ACTIONS TO SILVER SPRINGS. YOU'RE A FUCKING GENIUS OOMF ↳ G1LLMOREGRLS luke thinking about her constantly when he thinks abt why he shouldn't have done it is so "you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you"????

user7 YOU'RE SO CORRECT FOR THIS ‼️‼️ i'm so insane over them, tragic greek couple of the century

user8 i fear no one will ever beat rina saying she wanted to go to the underworld to get him back but deciding not to and letting him repent in elysium or try for reincarnation

liked by thelnarchives, dior.n.goodjohn, and 350,232 others iamcharliebushnell hanging out with the muse

thelnarchives you call me "the muse" so often i'm starting to think you don't know my first name anymore.... 🤨🤨🤨 ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😔 i would never do that to you muse ↳ thelnarchives i'm gonna start calling you traitor. ↳ user1 wat why would she call him traitor ↳ user2 oh you sweet summer child

user3 picture 3 is so cute i love her so much !!! and charlie's there too i guess

dior.n.goodjohn why are you hanging out with MY girlfriend ↳ iamcharliebushnell you snooze you lose :/

walker.scobell you owe me like 2 meals from our past bets and you keep saying your busy but obviously you're not??? ↳ iamcharliebushnell hanging out with the muse is a trip priority, man 🤷

user4 i'm obsessed with how charlie calls her muse they're so i want to Bite them. ↳ user5 he ate with the pet name

user6 that's actually me in the second photo guys

user7 WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HER HAND PLACEMENT IN THE THIRD PHOTO??? ↳ user8 girlie's just scratching her own cat

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 14

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of weed and alcohol, mentions of abuse, but this chapter is mostly fluff

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler , slight Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You spent the morning with your friends and Steve.

Word count: 6k+

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The sunlight peaks through the curtains in your bedroom, pulling you out of your deep slumber. You squint your eyes when you open them, even the little brightness is too much for you. You pull the blanket higher and you close your eyes again when you feel the pounding in your head. Everything from the previous night comes rushing back to you when you hear the soft snores next to you and remember that Robin slept over. 

The date, Ray and his awful actions and words, Reefer Rick’s party, Eddie, and you running away from him, the gas station, the phone call.

Oh god. Steve.

You internally groan at your actions. Why him out of all people?

But you remember how caring he was, how worried he looked when he saw you. 

You open your eyes and push the blanket off of you to look down at yourself, at the bruises Ray had left on you, the ones on your wrists. It makes you feel sick. How could you have said yes to a date with him? How could you not see the obvious signs that he was a bad person? How could you let his words get to you?

You are not even sure what was worse, his words or his actions?

His actions might have hurt you and left a wound of fear inside of you but his words, god his words, were awful. He voiced all your insecurities, making you feel more unlovable than you have felt already. He made you feel worthless, like a piece of meat, for anyone to take. 

‘You’re a good fuck and that’s all you’ll ever be, that’s why Harrington dumped you, you’re not fucking interesting enough to keep around’

You take a deep breath, forcing the tears away that have welled up in your eyes. You sit up, only briefly glancing at the bruises on your thighs. You need to put some different clothes on, so you don’t have to see these. 

You tiptoe into the bathroom, not wanting to wake up Robin. You turn on the light and close the door, with a sigh, you turn to look at yourself in the mirror and your stomach drops when you notice the hickeys on your neck. Placing your hand over them, you clench your jaw in anger. 

You wish you would have done more than just slap him. You wish his words didn’t get to you the way they did. You wish you didn’t get so drunk last night. You wish you didn’t show them how hurt you were. 

You grip the counter tightly, letting your head hang low as you try to calm your breathing. 

You remember how vulnerable you made yourself look in front of Steve, in front of your ex boyfriend. You remember the look on Eddie’s face when he found you at Rick’s boathouse. 

How will you face them again? How will you look into their eyes after last night? You feel ashamed and weak, you thought that you wouldn’t feel that way anymore. You thought that you were okay now, that you moved on from the bad thoughts in your head, that they had no power over you anymore but they still do, otherwise his words wouldn’t have hurt so much. 

Were you lying to yourself all this time? Have you not moved on, after all?

A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Robin asks. 

“Yeah! I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face with cold water, hoping that it will get rid of some of the swelling in your eyes. You use some concealer to cover up the circles under your eyes and the hickeys on your neck, trying to make yourself look a little better by adding some make up. You brush your hair and take one last look in the mirror before you leave the bathroom. 

You smile a little when you see the confused look on Robin’s face when she tries to make your bed the way you always do it. Trying to place the pillows on your bed, correctly. 

“Hey.”

She turns to face you, smiling at you, “good morning!” She says, holding up one of your pillows, “you have way too many pillows!” 

You chuckle, “I love them,” you shrug as you walk towards your closet, you open the door and pick out some clothes – pants and a big sweater. You can feel her eyes on you, you know what she is thinking. 

“How uh, how did you sleep?” She asks and turns away from you when you begin to change into different clothes. 

“Good,” you mumble, “surprisingly.”

“That’s good,” Robin says, scratching the back of her head as she doesn’t know what else to say. She glances at you, noticing that you are putting on jeans. 

“Why are you wearing jeans at home?” She mumbles. 

“Uh, I thought that we could go out for breakfast!” You say with a fake enthusiasm in your voice. 

Robin knows exactly what you are doing, you are pretending to be okay, when you are clearly not. She doesn’t comment on it though, not right now.

“I need coffee a-and maybe some pancakes or something,” you mumble, putting on your sweatshirt, “I’m starving.”

Robin nods, “uh yeah, breakfast sounds good.”  

She looks out the window when she hears a car pulling up to your driveway. 

“Hey, your mom is home.”

“Oh yeah, she’s working the night shifts this week,” you mumble as you turn around to face her. She is already looking at you, still clutching the pillow to her chest as she eyes you with the same worried look in her eyes you saw last night. You are grateful to have her. She took care of you the way Chrissy and Heather did after Steve left you. She wiped your tears, picked out fresh clothes for you when you went to the bathroom to take a shower, she combed your hair and hugged you tightly when you broke down again and cried yourself to sleep.

You look down, pressing your hands together, you fidget with your fingers as you take slow breaths. 

“Thank you, Robin,” you whisper, “for everything.”

Her gaze softens, she throws the pillow on your bed and walks towards you. 

“Hey,” she whispers, trying to look into your eyes, “there’s no need to thank me, okay?”

You lift your head back up, meeting her eyes. 

“That’s what friends are for, we’re there for each other, no matter what, okay?” 

Her eyes are genuine, a sad smile is tugging at her lips. 

You nod at her words, smiling, “yeah.”

She takes your hand, squeezing it tightly. Her eyes shift away for a moment and she sighs, “I’m never letting you go on a date again,” she mumbles, “the only men who are allowed to be in your presence are Eddie and his uncle,” she says, making you chuckle. 

“And maybe douchebag Steve who didn’t seem like a douchebag last night,” she says, rolling her eyes. 

At the mention of Eddie and Steve, you remember that they are both still here, probably sleeping in the living room. The sight of both of them in your house will definitely confuse your mom. 

“Right, Steve,” you mumble as you walk towards your bedroom door. When you open it, you don’t expect Eddie and Steve to fall into your room. 

Startled, you jump back and look down at them with a confused look on your face. They both look just as confused as they take in their surroundings with tired eyes. Eddie rubs the back of his head, groaning. Steve looks at Eddie with a frown on his face before his eyes meet yours and he seems to remember last night's events. 

Robin is chuckling behind you as she eyes the both of them. 

Eddie’s hair is a mess, he looks tired and in pain. Steve’s hair looks good, of course. Nothing can ruin his hair, not even a bad sleep.

Your mom halts in her tracks as she’s just coming up the stairs, she raises her brows as she eyes the four of you. She looks at Eddie, who leans back, giving her a lazy smile and a wave.

“Hi!” Robin says, cheerfully, waving at your mom. 

“Good morning, kids,” your mom says, chuckling in amusement, “I didn’t know you had a sleepover, y/n.” 

“I uh– yeah, it was um spontaneous,” you chuckle nervously, hoping that she doesn’t notice the puffiness in your eyes. You’re glad you didn’t tell her about the date, you don’t want her to know what happened, she was worried about you enough after Steve left you, you don’t want to cause her any more distress.

Eddie is still rubbing the back of his head and Steve is avoiding to look at your mom, one look at him is enough for you to see the flushed cheeks and the shame in his eyes. Your mom is looking at him and it makes him uncomfortable. 

Steve hasn’t seen her in a long time, he doesn’t know what she thinks of him after what he did to you. 

“And you let your friends sleep on the floor instead of the guest room?” She chuckles.

“Uh–”

“Oh they totally forgot about us when they wanted to gossip about Mrs. Click’s crush on Mr. Higgins,” Eddie jokes. 

Steve narrows his eyes at Eddie, “what the hell,” he mumbles under his breath. 

Robin fake gasps, “how do you know?”

Eddie turns around, looking up at Robin, he winks at her, “my eyes and ears are everywhere, Buckley.”

“Right,” she mumbles, “can we go get some breakfast now? I’m starving.”

Your mom eyes you slowly and you instantly feel uncomfortable, you know that she knows that something is wrong. 

“Y/n.”

You meet her eyes, giving her a small smile, “yes?” You ask, hoping that she won’t ask any questions, especially not right now. 

Your friends fall silent as well, looking between the two of you. 

“We should have lunch together later.”

You sigh in relief, nodding at her, “yeah, I’d like that.”

She smiles at you and then she looks down at Steve, who finally finds the courage to look at her. 

“It was nice seeing you again, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes widen, he feels a little shocked, he knows how protective your mom is of you, he figured he wasn’t welcome here any longer after what he did but he still is, he will always have a place in your home. 

But, this just makes him feel even more guilty. He always got along with your mom and your dad when he was still here. 

The smile on her face is genuine and it makes him feel like the biggest asshole in the world, not only did he hurt you, he also must’ve disappointed her. Your mom was like a second mom to him, she took care of him when his parents weren’t around. He didn’t just lose you by pushing you away, he also lost his second family.

He smiles at her, “you too,” he says, nervously. 

When your mom disappears into her bedroom, both Eddie and Steve jump up and turn to face you, the same worried looks from the previous night take over their faces, they scan your face, your whole body, you hate it. 

Before either of them can open their mouths to ask any questions, Robin pushes you out of your bedroom, sensing your discomfort. 

“Let’s go eat pancakes!” She says, cheerfully. 

Eddie and Steve glance at each other with frowns on their faces. You and Robin are already rushing down the stairs. 

“Are you coming?” Robin calls for them. 

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles, looking away from Steve, he reaches for his jacket on the floor and follows you two downstairs. 

“Wait, where are we going?” 

“The diner, where else?” Robin says as she glances up at Eddie. 

Steve hesitates, he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. 

“Come on, dude.”

Steve hesitates, he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. 

“Come on, dude.”

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he mumbles, taking a peek into your room before he leaves too.

-

Steve notices the way you are avoiding his eyes, the way you so desperately try to pretend to be okay. You have always done this, since you were little kids. You have always pretended to be okay when you clearly weren’t. Whether it was your parents fighting that upset you, or something happening in school, you never showed how sad or scared you were, never. He only found out about it the night before your birthday, that you were hiding your feelings, your true feelings. 

You also did this after he left you, back then, he was hurt, even though he shouldn’t have been, after all it was his decision to dump you. For some reason, he was blinded and distracted by so many things that he didn’t realize that you didn’t move on so quickly when you stopped acknowledging him, you simply pretended to be okay, so you wouldn’t seem so vulnerable and heartbroken. 

Twelve year old Steve seemed to have known you better than the Steve, last year. 

He feels out of place, even with you here across from him. You sit next to Eddie, sipping on black coffee. You used to hate black coffee. He keeps looking back and forth between you and Eddie, trying to figure something out. Despite the things that Eddie told him last night, he can’t help but doubt his words and feelings. 

Eddie keeps glancing at you, eying you to make sure that you feel okay. 

But he doesn’t push you to talk, he doesn’t ask any questions, neither does Robin. They show you that they are there for you and that they are here to listen, whenever you are ready to talk. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mumble as you place your mug on the table, “can you order for me?” You ask no one in particular before you leave, abruptly. 

Eddie cranes his neck to watch you and Steve turns around as well, watching you walk past the counter and disappearing in the small hallway. 

“So,” Robin says, loudly as she slams the menu back on the table, startling the two of them, “what’s your order, dingus?” 

Steve furrows his brows, he turns to face the girl next to him, she is looking back at him. Confused, he glances at Eddie who is smirking at him, “don’t look at me, she’s talking to you.”

“Dingus!?”

“Yeah, you’re a dingus,” Robin mumbles, “I could call you something else, I got a list of suggestions, I could go with–”

“Yeah okay, I got it,” Steve says, rolling his eyes. 

Eddie chuckles, “I think he likes pancakes with raisins.” 

Steve scrunches his face up in disgust, “why would you think that?” He asks, dramatically. 

“Cause you’re weird. There’s chocolate chip pancakes on the menu,” Eddie explains, pointing to the menu in his hand, grinning at Steve who looks annoyed already, “but you’d be the type to go for the raisins.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Steve murmurs, shaking his head.

“You could also place both options in front of you and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.” 

Robin chuckles. 

Steve looks confused.

And Eddie looks amused by his confusion. 

Steve has a feeling that this is no longer about pancakes. 

When the waitress comes over to take their order, Robin is the first to speak up. Ordering herself her favorite waffles.

“Alright and you gentlemen?” The waitress asks, looking between Steve and Eddie. 

“I’ll have the chocolate chip pancakes,” Steve says, glaring at Eddie.

Eddie snorts, he crosses his arms over his chest and tears his eyes away from Steve. 

The waitress writes down the order, with a sigh, she turns to Eddie. 

“I’ll also take the chocolate chip pancakes,” he says, looking back at Steve, “make it two, please.” He says, ordering for you. 

“Y/n likes blueberry pancakes,” Steve mumbles, “she never ordered chocolate chip ones.” 

“Yes, she does. She orders them all the time.” 

Robin’s eyes flicker back and forth, looking amused as she watches them.

The waitress rolls her eyes, she places her hand on her hip and sighs again. 

“She always ordered blueberry pancakes,” Steve mumbles, his mouth twisting. 

“Well now she doesn’t,” Eddie shrugs, “she loves chocolate.”

Robin almost feels embarrassed but this is too funny, even with the annoyed waitress watching them and the other guests turning their heads to look at the two. 

Steve sighs, “yeah but she loves blueberries.”

“Dude, I know her better,” Eddie mumbles. 

“What!? I knew her all my life,” Steve exclaims.

“Yeah and then you dumped her for the r–”

Robin coughs loudly, she waves her hand, shushing both of them, “how about chocolate chip pancakes and blueberries on the side?” She asks, holding her hands up. 

The older woman gives her a look that says ‘thank you’, she huffs as she writes down the last order before she walks off. 

“Jesus, what was that? Got along a little too well last night or something?” She mumbles, narrowing her eyes at them both.

They both ignore her question. 

Steve huffs, looking down. 

Eddie looks unbothered, he looks out the window and begins to whistle, like nothing happened. 

When you come back, you instantly notice the look on Steve’s face, he looks annoyed. Robin looks amused and Eddie, he looks content. You sit down next to him again. All three of them turn to look at you – eyes filled with worry. God, you are already sick of the concerned looks. You appreciate them caring so much but it makes you feel weak when they look at you that way. None of them mentioned anything from the previous night yet and you know they won’t, at least not now, they don’t want to trigger you. 

With a sigh, you lean back and reach for your mug again. 

“I’m okay, guys,” you say, being the first to bring it up, “stop looking at me like that, please. Last night was horrible but it could have been worse, I got away, nothing happened. I got drunk and tried some of Rick’s new weed which was probably more than just weed but whatever.”

Nothing happened? Steve thinks to himself as he feels himself getting angry again. The same rage he felt last night, comes back, just worse this time when he looks at your puffy eyes. 

Eddie’s eyes flash with irritation but he doesn’t say anything, he just watches you. Whatever you say, whatever you will ask of them won’t stop him or Steve to go after Ray. Their eyes meet and they hold eye contact for a moment. You don’t notice it, too busy trying to convince them that you are okay. Robin narrows her eyes at them, watching them. 

“I appreciate you guys,” you pause, glancing at Steve’s, who’s eyes soften when they meet yours, “all of you.”

You break eye contact with him quickly, looking down at your hands. 

“But really, I don’t need you guys to worry about me. I’m okay, really.”

You are not and they all know it. 

Eddie feels the urge to pull you into his arms, to comfort you the way he always does but instead, he puts his hand over yours, squeezing it tightly. You turn your head to look at him, giving him a small smile. 

Steve watches your interaction closely, he watches the way you look at him, he watches the way you smile at him, the way you don’t push his hand away. It feels odd to watch you be so comfortable with another guy. He may never get used to this sight. 

“I know you don’t believe me but can we please just pretend that everything is fine?” You ask them, “like we’re all just friends going out for breakfast together?”

Everyone freezes a little, glancing at each other with weird looks in their eyes. It’s almost comical, watching them look so horrified at your request. 

If someone had told you that you would be sitting here with your ex boyfriend and your new friends – ones that Steve would have never even talked to a year back, you would have looked at them in confusion. 

This is certainly an odd circle. Sure, you and Steve aren’t exactly on the top of the popular people anymore, Steve got dethroned by Billy Hargrove and you, you are still the head cheerleader, they still let you have that stupid title that you couldn’t care less about but you see the looks, the glares of the girls from the cheer squad, the giggles and whispers behind your back. To them, you are one of the ‘freaks’ now. You and Steve aren’t the ‘it’ couple anymore, you are just two strangers now, running in two different circles and still, you are here sitting across from each other with your friends beside you. 

You can’t even help but laugh. 

This is so odd. 

Steve furrows his brows, Eddie too as he smiles, “what’s so funny?”

You shake your head, “nothing.”

Robin chuckles at the amused look on your face. 

“This is just weird,” you giggle, “King Steve at a table with the ‘freaks’.”

Eddie snorts at your words and Robin chuckles, nodding. 

Steve though, he stares at you. He doesn’t think that Eddie is a freak, not anymore. He never thought that Robin was a freak, if he is being honest with himself, he never paid much attention to her, not until he saw her with you. Steve certainly never saw you as a freak. He may have been the popular one first, but he always thought that you were way above him. Now you consider yourself to be one of the freaks and it makes him feel very out of place. 

“I’m not King Steve anymore, y/n.” 

You raise your brows and tilt your head, scanning the look on his face. He is serious about this, though he looks flustered when he feels the other two pairs of eyes on him. He looks down, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. 

“I-I know I was a dick–”

“Was,” Eddie snorts, earning a kick to the shin from Robin, who glares at them, mouthing ‘shut up’.

He rolls his eyes at her and turns back to Steve. 

“I just wanna say I’m sorry for the way I treated you guys,” he says, finally looking up to face Robin and Eddie, “and you.” His eyes meet yours and you swallow the lump in your throat, unable to look at him any longer, you look down. 

Eddie and Robin look surprised. 

“Are you okay, Steve?” Eddie smirks, “you didn’t fall on your head or something did ya?” 

Steve rolls his eyes, he huffs, “no, I don’t think so,” he jokes, smiling a little. 

You look at him through your lashes, you watch the smile on his face growing bigger when Eddie continues to joke around. You watch the way his eyes flash with amusement, the way they crinkle when finally, a laugh falls from his lips and you see a kind look in his eyes. You see a glimpse of the guy you once used to have a crush on, the guy he was before you fell in love with him, the guy who used to make you smile, the guy who used to surprise you, the guy who used to treat you like his princess and right here is where you realize that maybe, things would have been better if you never became more than what you had been before you started dating. 

Maybe things wouldn’t had turned out this way. Maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with a broken heart. Maybe you wouldn’t sit here missing the past. Maybe you would still have each other. 

Robin watches you when you watch him. She is not surprised to see that look in your eyes but it makes her sad. 

You finally tear your eyes away from him when the food arrives and you get a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with blueberries on the side. A confused smile appears on your face and you look around. 

“Who ordered for me?”

“I did,” Robin says, “these two wouldn’t stop fighting about your order, he said you like blueberry pancakes,” she points to Steve, “and this one says you like chocolate chip pancakes,” she nudges her chin towards Eddie. 

“Oh,” you mumble, looking down at the food in front of you, you eye the blueberries. 

“You don’t like blueberry pancakes anymore?” Steve asks. 

“Uh I do, I just don’t eat them anymore,” you shrug, looking at him for a second and that second is enough for you to see the sad look in his eyes. He knows why you don’t eat them anymore, they remind you of him and of all the breakfast dates you used to have here. 

“Hey, we could’ve ordered you a meatloaf instead,” Eddie jokes, trying to kill the tension. 

“Chocolate chip pancakes are just fine, Eddie,” you chuckle and reach for the fork, “but meatloaf is good but only the one Steve’s mom makes though.”

Eddie watches the way Steve’s eyes are still filled with sadness, even more so now at your words. He gets lost in his thoughts as he watches you. 

Steve remembers all the times you stayed over for dinner, even when you were just friends. You loved helping his mom out in the kitchen and you loved the food she always cooked. 

“It was like my favorite food when I was a kid, she’s a great cook.” 

You are reminiscing, and you look content while doing it, like there’s no ounce of sadness inside of you when you think of certain things from the past. 

Are you not sad thinking about the past? Steve wonders. 

“My mom always loved the bake,” Eddie says, smiling at the memory of her, “you would have loved her,” he says, nudging your shoulder. 

“I know I would,” you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder, “I love you, Eds. Of course I’d love her.”

Steve has to restrain himself to keep his jaw from dropping, his heart falls as he stares at the two of you. You take a bite of your food as you glance up at Eddie who is smiling down at you. 

What? You what?

He feels that hollowness in his chest, the one he always felt after he left you. He feels that sickening feeling of jealousy and it makes him feel so horrible. He tries not to let it show, he tries to pretend to be okay, he tries to pretend that he is not bothered by the two of you but it’s too late, Robin had already noticed it. 

He eats his food even when he isn’t hungry anymore, even when he feels like he has to throw up after what he just heard but his plate stays halfway full, just like yours. 

“Are you not hungry anymore?” Eddie asks when he notices the amount of the food on your plate that you have pushed away from you. 

You shake your head, not meeting his eyes. 

“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, worriedly. 

Robin doesn’t look at you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. 

Steve watches you closely, trying to figure both you and Eddie out. 

Why does he seem so worried over this?

A feeling of dread rushes through Steve. He feels like he no longer knows you, he doesn’t know what you’re going through, what feelings you are struggling with, what is going on in your mind besides the things you revealed to him the night before. 

Eddie doesn’t push you, Robin doesn’t push you and he certainly won’t do it either.

When you all leave the diner, you and Eddie step away for a moment, walking over to his van while Steve awkwardly stands besides Robin, unable to look away from you. He wonders what you and Eddie are talking about. 

He watches the metalhead closely, watching the way he takes both of your hands in his, you don’t even flinch away from his touch, you don’t push his hands off, you simply let him hold your hands as he talks to you. 

This could have been him. 

“Jealous?” Robin asks, startling him. 

He scoffs, shaking his head, “why would I be jealous?”

Robin shrugs, looking up at the sky, “right, there’s no reason for you to be jealous, I mean, you have a girlfriend.”

Steve rolls his eyes, he only looks away for one second, one fucking second and when he looks back, Eddie Munson is suddenly kissing your hands and rubbing your wrists after pushing your sleeves up. 

“He told me they’re friends!” He exclaims, unable to keep it in any longer. 

A chuckle falls from Robin’s lips, her blue eyes couldn’t flash with any more amusement when she stares at the red cheeks on him. 

“They are.” 

Steve scoffs again. Anyone, watching the two of you would think that you are a couple. 

You pull your hands back before you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He should have been used to this by now, you and Eddie are always touchy, always. But he still feels annoyed every time he sees you two like this. 

“I don’t think she’d go on a date with someone if they were dating,” Robin says, stepping away from Steve, she grins at him, “I mean, she isn’t you.” 

Steve clenches his jaw, glaring at her. 

Robin waves at him mockingly, “bye dingus.”

“Bye,” he mumbles. 

He is surprised to see you walking away from Eddie, giving him one last wave before you walk back to him. Eddie nods at Steve before he gets in his van. Robin hugs you, whispering something in your ear before she parts ways with you, as well. 

You look around the parking lot, tugging at your sleeves – you have been doing it all morning.

“C-Can you drive me home?” You ask when you stop in front of him, “I mean my house is on the way, I thought–”

“Of course, I’ll drive you home, y/n.” He says, feeling a little shocked that you want him to drive you home. 

You nod, “okay, thanks.”

Steve knows that you probably want to talk to him about what happened last night, to explain your breakdown and come up with some excuse again, but he is surprised when you don’t speak up. You stay silent on the way to his car, when you get into his car, during the drive to your house. You just look out the window, not speaking up and Steve almost feels bad for enjoying your presence, almost. 

Steve tries to be good for her, he tries to be a good boyfriend, he wants to be better but it’s hard to think about her, when you are here with him. And, he once again, realizes just how much he misses your presence. Just you, here with him. 

You have spent so many days and nights just driving around and listening to music. Sometimes you would sing along to the song, sometimes you would just hold his hand and kiss his cheek every few minutes, sometimes you would both just sit silently, enjoying the music and each other’s presence. He misses those days. He misses them so much. 

Dread fills him when he pulls up to your driveway, knowing that this moment is over already. He doesn’t want to watch you go, he doesn’t want you to be alone. 

“What are you doing today?” He asks, curiously.

“Uh, I’m gonna go out with Robin later. I wanted to hang out with Eddie tonight but he’s busy?” You mumble in confusion, “I think he’s gotta help Wayne with something.”

Steve avoids looking into your eyes when you turn to face him, he looks down. 

“What about you?” You ask, surprising him once again. “Going on a date with your girlfriend?”

“Uh, no. I’m probably gonna watch a movie,” he says with furrowed brows. You know he’s lying, just how you know that Eddie was lying when he told you that he is busy and can’t hang out with you tonight. 

“Cool, can I watch with you?” You ask, joking. 

With wide eyes, he looks back up at you, his lips part and his cheeks flush red. 

He wants to say yes, he wants to say yes so bad, but he can’t. Fuck. 

You stare at him for a long minute, watching the way he looks more and more flustered, it tears a giggle out of you, “just kidding, I’m staying at Robin’s today.” 

“O-Oh cool.”

“Yeah..” You trail off, looking down at your rings, you suddenly feel awkward to be here with him. He keeps staring at you, the weight of his eyes is heavy and it makes you feel vulnerable again. 

“I’m gonna go,” you say without looking back up, you turn your back to him when you reach for the door handle but something stops you from leaving. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You think about last night. 

He picked up the phone so quickly. He didn’t even hesitate when you asked him to pick you up, he just came and he took care of you, without question. He comforted you. He was there. He was there when you needed him. 

You could just say ‘thank you’ and leave, you could do that. But, instead you do something you always used to do. You turn back around and you scoot closer to him. You startle him a little when you suddenly throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. 

Steve is shocked, confused and happy. Happy to feel your arms around him again. His heart melts, his eyes soften and he can’t help but lean closer to you, wrapping his arms around you slowly. 

This feels like old times, this feels right but this isn’t right, he shouldn’t feel this way, especially not when you are struggling with what happened. This is not about him and his feelings, he pushes them aside and he holds you in a way he used to when you were friends, he holds you protectively, rubbing your back like he used to. 

“Thank you, Steve.” You whisper before you pull away from him, mustering up a smile as you look into his hazel eyes. 

“No need to thank me, dolly.” 

You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, the way your stomach flutters and your heart soars for the little girl who used to love when the boy she liked called her that. 

You react to it just the way you did back then. Steve notices the way your lip quirks and your brows pull together, the faintest smile appears on your face. It makes him feel something he hasn’t felt in a while. 

“Bye Steve,” you whisper. 

“Bye,” he says, begrudgingly. He doesn’t want you to leave, he doesn’t want this to end but it does end, way too soon. 

He watches you leave, he watches the way you pull at your sleeves again to keep your bruises hidden, the bruises he gave you. Steve grips the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenches when he thinks of the man who hurt you. 

When you walk into the house, you look back one more time, waving at him before closing the door. 

Steve thinks, he thinks of your scared voice, he thinks of your tears, he thinks of the broken look in your eyes, of the questions you asked him. He thinks of the smile you used to wear on your face, the happiness in your eyes that was always so contagious, the innocence in your eyes that never faded away. 

Steve would do anything for you, anything. 

-

The day passes by in a blur, after eating lunch with your mom and answering all the questions you wanted to avoid, you went back to your room and cleaned up a little before packing your bag for the night, throwing in a set of your favorite pajamas and your toiletries. You take a shower and get dressed before you go downstairs. You try to call Eddie before going to Robin’s but, just as you expected, he doesn’t pick up the phone and when you try to call him later that night, using Robin’s telephone, he doesn’t pick up either. 

A bad feeling, a hunch tells you exactly where he is right now, but Robin is quick to shut those thoughts down, distracting you by asking you questions about Steve. 

You stay restless, even when she puts on your favorite movie and offers you your favorite snacks, you can’t seem to stop thinking about Eddie and Steve. A part of you wants to call him too, just to see if he will pick up but you decide against it. 

Surely, they wouldn’t go after Ray, especially not together, right? They wouldn’t. You know they wouldn’t. And still, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off. That feeling carries on throughout the night, it’s gone in the morning but it keeps you in your thoughts, wondering and questioning that feeling you have felt. 

When you call Eddie in the afternoon, he finally picks up with a cheerful voice, knowing that it’s you on the other line. He asks you to come over later before you can even ask him any questions. Hearing his voice puts you at peace, a little. 

When you go into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink from the fridge, you notice that your mom forgot the dinner she put into her lunchbox. With a sigh, you reach for it and place it on the counter, deciding to stop by the hospital on the way to Eddie’s. 

Though, when you get there, you don’t expect to see him leaving the hospital. 

His face is littered in bruises, his arm is in a blue cast. The guy who made you feel powerless just two nights ago, is now struggling to walk with his limp. A man is by his side, you assume that it’s his father who is offering a hand to his son. 

It’s dark outside and the only lights illuminating the parking lot are the dim street lights, still, it’s enough to see how bad he looks. 

He looks like he is in pain and a part of you feels joy to see him this way, he deserves this. But the longer you look at him, the more you can feel your heart racing when you realize what or better yet, who happened to him. 

You know exactly who did this to him. 

You know exactly who left him with bruises and a broken arm.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you realize why Eddie didn’t pick up the phone last night. 

You know exactly why Steve seemed so nervous when you asked if you could watch a movie with him. 

You know exactly who left him with bruises and a broken arm.

You know exactly who did this to him.

next chapter

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Lost Part.2

•🗝️🕊️🩶•

Summary: Carl Grimes was your best friend since birth, when he died the world turns grey, he was your partner in crime so you shut yourself off from the world, no one could get through, until one day you’re wondering Alexandria seeing Negan in his cell, maybe he could be the one to break you out of this hell

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

Content: Age gap, Depressing themes, Consoling, Spicy themes later on, breeding kink, character development

Part.1

•Masterlist•

After Michonne caught me having a moment with Negan, she told Daryl and now they’re ripping me a new one, I’ve never felt like I disappointed anyone more but I can’t help how I feel towards Negan, I don’t get to chose how I feel

Daryl and Michonne are pacing back and forth in the living room in front of me as I’m sat on the couch waiting for their outburst

“Damn kid what the hell were ya thinking? Ya know what he’s done” Daryl groaned

“I’m going to chalk this up to you trying to distract yourself from Carls death but…..”

“DON’T!” I cut Michonne off feeling that rage

“Y/n…..”

“Don’t talk about him, and don’t tell me how to feel, you don’t understand how I feel, Negan does….he’s helping me, I don’t feel extremely depressed when I talk to him, I thought I’d get better eventually but it’s been 2 months, hell Maggie got herself together quicker than this after Glenn, I don’t know what’s wrong with me” I feel my bottom lip wobble again hating the disappointed look

“Why can’t you let us help? Daryl’s tried, do you want Maggie to come back maybe she could talk some sense into you, see the reason why she doesn’t have Glenn anymore” Michonne huffed before she stomped out the house slamming the door

“I don’t like ya talking to him but…….i can’t watch ya go through this anymore, if yer just talking to him and it helps do it, just be careful sunshine” Daryl said more gently as he rubs my back

“Thanks D, I’m just gonna go to my room” I say defeated but at least Daryl was sort of on board, thankfully Michonne never brought up what she caught me and Negan doing, if so Daryl would’ve probably marched down to his cell and beat him black and blue

It’s been a week since everything happened, the first day after I got up to go see him and right as I got to his cell Michonne dragged me back to the house, she wasn’t as keen as Daryl was, I tried again the next day and the same thing happened, see even got Rick involved so now I’m basically under house arrest, by the third day I could feel that darkness seep back in, I continued to stay in my room, Daryl would occasionally bring me food and water just like now

“Hey kid, ya hungry?” He asks as he sits on the edge of my bed with a sandwich and glass of water

I nod feeling too tired to even speak, this was way out of character for Michonne, sure she could be a hard ass but this…..this was too much

“They still won’t let ya leave?” My silence answered his question hearing him sigh

“It’s happening again isn’t it?”

“Yeah, Negan was helping for a bit, I can’t think of anything else except Carl when I’m locked up in here” I say looking at the letter that I have placed on the night stand, he followed my gaze taking it and reading it

“Ya can’t keep reminding yourself of this over and over”

“I….i didn’t even get to say goodbye”

“Would seeing his grave help?”

I didn’t even know he had a grave, no one even told me but maybe seeing it and talking could help resolve something that’s been missing

“I know this might be a long shot but could I take Negan? Would you be able to convince Rick just for the day to let him out?”

He watched me for a bit with that look I can never decipher what he’s thinking

“I’ll try but I ain’t promising nothing, now come on I’ll walk ya to the cell”

I ate my sandwich on the walk to Negan and of course when we got there Michonne and Rick tried to stop me

“I’m telling ya Rick let her go, ya haven’t seen what I seen, she needs this” as they are arguing I slip past them down to Negans cell

“Hey” I call catching his attention

“Long time no see darlin”

“I’m sorry, if you can hear them you’ll know they’ve been keeping me under house arrest, I tried to come see you but…”

“I know, I heard everytime Michonne tried to stop you, I missed our talks though, I can see you have too”

“I’ve been thinking about our conversation last time, it’s partially been keeping me sane all locked up”

“Can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind baby, but you know I’d never use you right, I ain’t sick like that”

“I know, you’re different now hell I’m different now, I just wish you weren’t in this cell I’m working on it”

“What do you mean?”

“Daryl said I could go to Carls grave, I didn’t even know he had one until today, I asked if I could take you out for the day since I don’t feel judged with you, obviously only if you wanted, he said he’s gonna try to work something out”

“Oh sweetheart, you got a good heart but are you sure you want me out with you?”

“You don’t have to”

“No I want to, I wanna be there for you”

Just being here for a few moments have lifted that weight off my chest

Later that night everyone went to bed early and they left my door unlocked so I sneak out as quietly as possible, quickly making my way down the block to Negans cell and he was still wide awake, I unlock his cell and sit next to him his arms immediately wrapping around me

I sigh in relief to be able to touch him again, to feel his warmth, he moved me around so I’m partially laid against his chest and lap as he sat back against the brick wall playing with my fingers

“Have you tried anything since our conversation last week?” He asks breaking the silence my body feeling on fire instantly

“I still don’t know how”

“Want me to show you baby?” I look up at him feeling my legs tingle

“You’d do that?”

“I’d love it, you need to unwind, forget about your problems for a moment”

“Please, please help me forget” I whine feeling his hand rub up and down my thigh

“My pleasure” he smirks as he plays with the hem of my pants before pushing his hand fully down basically grasping my pussy

“Look at that baby girl, already wet and I’ve barely done anything” I can feel my face redden

“This is so embarrassing” I mumble hearing him laugh

“Nah baby, this is hot as hell, you’re being such a good girl” his praise eased me

His fingers circled my clit making me jolt it felt so foreign, everytime I’ve tried it’s felt like nothing but his strong hands touching me was so much more than I could imagine

“Oh god” I whine as he gets faster pushing me closer to the edge

“You like that angel? Do I make you feel good?” He teased as he grips my hair with his other hand

“Yes Negan! Oh it’s too much fuck” I gasp when he moves his hand down and enters a finger then another stretching me a bit with his big long fingers

“You okay darling?” He asks as he continues to finger me at a slow pace, doing a come here motion hitting a spot I’ve never felt before

“Woah, that feels…….oh god that feels different”

“Different good?” He goes a bit faster making me see stars as my head slumps against his chest

“So good, why does it feel better when you do it” I whine

“Cause I know how to please ya, this tight pussy just need a good man to clear your head, fix all your worries”

Something was building low in my stomach, it felt so weird but good but also like I was gonna lose control

“Negan wait I’m gonna…” but he kept going

“No baby it’s alright I’ve got you, let it go” his thumb came up to rub my clit again and I instantly let go feeling his hand wrap around my mouth as I let out a intense scream my sight going white, my pants felt soak as I came back down to earth laying limp in his arms

“Fuck baby, that was hot as fuck, you’re dripping” I sat up realizing what just happened, I look at him as he sucks his fingers clean making me hot all over again

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I told you something was happening now I made a mess and my pants are full of piss, I have to go” I turn to leave completely embarrased when I feel his arms wrap around me from behind

“Oh baby, you’re so damn cute, that’s normal and it’s so damn sexy, you just came all over my fingers and let me tell you, you taste like heaven” he whispers in my ear as I turn in his arms

“Are you sure this is normal…….it did feel really good couldn’t see for a second” he smirks gripping my hips

“If you think that was good baby, wait till I give you this dick, you’ll be begging for more after”

“Can we now?” I beg as I push him back on the bed straddling his hips

“As much as I’d love to destroy this pussy, I ain’t taking your virginity in some grimy cell where everyone can see and hear us”

“Okay, but what about you I can feel how hard you are, I can help” I say grinding down on him moaning as I feel his bulge rub against my sensitive clit

“Not tonight, tonight was about you”

“Well if I can’t help…..can I atleast see it?” I ask biting my finger aching to see his dick

“You ever see one before?” He asks laughing

“No please I wanna see it” I pull on his belt slowly undoing it waiting for him to stop me but he never does, unbuttoning his pants, we both stand so I can pull his pants down to his thighs, playing with the hem of his boxers

“Go ahead darling, he ain’t going to bite” he says gripping my hair, I pull them down seeing it smack against his stomach and my knees felt like jelly again, it was so big and thick it was mouth watering

“You like what you see”

“Can I touch it” I look up at him seeing his eyes were blown with lust

“Go ahead baby” I run my finger up the bottom till I reach the tip and circle it my finger wet with liquid, I bring it up and lick it and it tastes so good I want more hearing him groan as I do it

“Fuck you know what you just did?”

I shake my head I feel so clueless with all this

“God you’re going to be the death of me” I push him back down on the bed again and kneel between his legs

“Please I want more let me lick it”

“God how can I say no to that”

I lean down flicking my long over the tip tasting him again but I need more, I’ve heard others talk about blow jobs and this must be it, I take him in my mouth circling my tongue around hearing him hiss I look up but her looks like he’s enjoying it as he runs his hands through my hair

I take more of him in my mouth till he hits the back of my throat but I keep going till my nose is flush to his stomach moaning when I finally fit him in

“Jesus Christ baby” his moans drive me insane, I move my head up and down as his groans get more and more louder till I feel a warm liquid fill my mouth it’s surprises me, I lean back on my legs looking up at him with a mouth full of his cum, I swallow it feeling like ecstasy

“Was that your first time cause god damn woman I ain’t ever had my dick sucked like that”

“I want more, god Negan I could get addicted to this” he lets out a low laugh as he tucks his dick back in his boxers

“Oh baby what have I unleashed”

Part.3

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[spopsalt]

How to show and how not to show a serious topic, Hazbin Hotel and Rick and Morty comparison.

WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC DECEPTIONS AND DISCUSSIONS OF S//A AND ASSAULT TOWARDS MINORS. IT IS ALL FICTION. IF ANY OF THESE ARE TRIGGERING FEEL FREE TO LEAVE

So I was watching Rick and Morty Meseeks and Destroy and it baffled me how they handled a sensitive subject much better than Hazbin Hotel. Let's start off by Hazbin Hotel's depiction shall we? For context for those who don't know, Angel Dust is a porn star who gets s//a by his boss Val for what seems to be in the regular. This is shown in a song with very suggestive lyrics while he is heavily sexualized. Feels a lot like fetish content.

But that's not even the worst part, there are s//a scenes made by someone who fetishizes s//a. Warning these images are graphic and can be triggering. These are also randomly shown throughout the song, they also give no warning for this so you can't even fully skip the scene since its not one scene.

And they also joke about s//a in a later episode,which I like dark humor,but make it make sense. What do you want people to take seriously?

Now, how does Rick and Morty handle it? They do show a different subject,with Morty nearly getting violated by Mr. Jellybean. You may not need context since this scene did get popular,but Morty made a bet with Rick that they could do a simple, fun adventure. Morty is around 14 while Rick appears to be in his late 50s early 60s.Rick agrees to the bet and they go on the adventure. They do make a joke about r*pe but it is done by Rick which is in character with him being cycincal and this was done before the scene.

Now eventually they are walking down steps and Morty stops by the bathroom. In the bathroom he meets Mr. Jellybean.He appears to be nice which shows how predators aren't obvious. They normally seem nice

Now everything seems fine, but then Mr. Jellybean gets...touchy. Morty gets uncomfortable and attempt to leave but Mr. Jellybean forces him to stay.

Now this is where the triggering scene starts, trigger warning. Nothing happens thank god due to Morty being able to fight him off. And the scene, while triggering can be skipped easily since it's one scene as a whole.

This scene was made to show how horrifying attempted r*pe is. There is a dark joke about how Rick is having a good time but this does fit with the show's dark humor

I do believe they should've put a trigger warning,but that's my only complaint about the scene in general. Morty goes out of the bathroom and begs Rick to just go home, Morty cries for the first time in the series and it's really easy to feel bad for the poor kid who was clearly traumatized.

Rick catches onto what happens and choices to comfort the kid, arguably the biggest piece in the show is nice for the first time here.

This cheers Morty up for the moment until they see Mr Jellybean again and Morty immediately leaves with Rick.

He does eventually get his karma shortly after by getting shot by Rick

Rick and Morty handled this better by not sexualizing their character while spreading awearness, treating the situation seriouslt and showing how horrifying it is, and not getting some who fetishizes r*pe to make the scene. We also get to see the biggest piece of shit in the show be nice for the first time. It shows how predators often come off as nice. This is definitely the darkest I'll ever get with my posts, but I hope you enjoyed reading it and agreed with me.

[cultofdixon]

It is no one’s fault for unexpected tragedies

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Accidents happen every day. That hasn’t changed because of the end of the world…so why are you trying to blame yourself, Dixon? • ANGST/SFW • TW: Major Injuries / Blood Loss / Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

“You’re going on that run tomorrow right?” Daryl asks his partner who was busy packing for said run, so it was stating the obvious in hopes that Y/N would invite him. But she knows his games.

“Yes, and I’ll be at the Kingdom by nightfall. I’ll manage without you” Y/N smiles leaning into her man when he brings himself close bringing his arms around her. “Think you’ll manage without me?”

“Nah. I’ll always need yea” Daryl felt the twitch of a smile grace his features when Y/N turned around to face him and pressed her lips to his cheek.

As the next morning follows, Daryl leans against the car Y/N will be taking as she puts her bag in the trunk along with the trading good for the Kingdom.

“Don’t cause too much trouble when I’m gone, Dixon”

“You try not to cause any trouble, Dixon” He smiles warmly bringing her into his embrace for a moment holding her and occasionally planting kisses on her temple.

“You’re trying to butter me up to invite you or to distract me long enough to stay”

“Is it working?” He hums bringing his lips to hers as she happily returns the soft gentle kiss before gently pushing herself off of him. “You wound me, sunshine”

“You have work to do as well, love. Better go get it done.” Y/N smiles pulling him off the car before getting into the driver Daryl instantly brought himself to the window stealing one more kiss before getting roped into anything and everything Rick asks of him.

It’s been a couple of hours and Daryl sat on the porch of his home holding the radio in his hand giving it another second before calling in to any open line hoping someone from the Kingdom to answer. Just his luck that Carol was the first to chime back.

“Hey?”

“It’s Daryl”

“Ha, no shit. Did you need something, Daryl?”

“I was uh wondering…if Y/N made it there and if I could talk to her” Daryl frowns hoping for a yes from the other side as he never liked being apart from his partner.

“She’s currently sleeping. Went hunting on her drive over here.”

“Seriously? She didn’t take her hunting rifle”

“You know Y/N. She’s a creative person, she got creative and brought a buck over. You are uh missing out if I do say so”

“Well I can always come—-“

“She’s sleeping! Are you seriously going to come here and disturb her?”

Daryl didn’t like where this conversation was going and grew a bit of a suspicion. “Carol. I was talkin’ to try the buck. I ain’t gonna interrupt her sleep…but a little hunting just for one piece of game shouldn’t have worn her out”

“Well, she did also stop at a few cars along the way to siphon for gas. Yknow, what we are supposed to do while Maggie devises a plan for an alternative fuel source that isn’t solar”

Carol is a smart woman and knows how to knock the archer off her “scent”. “Seriously Daryl. Just come over tomorrow”

“Y/N is supposed to come home tomorrow”

“Well, that’s too bad. Guess she has to stay here so that the two of you go home together. Besides, you were already planning to come for breakfast if Rick didn’t ask you to take the morning watch” Carol took a swing with her guessing and the silence from the other end only confirmed it. The grumble that got picked up also did. “We shall see you tomorrow”

“Tell Y/N I said goodnight.” Pause. “And I love her” Then the line finally turns off.

Carol stood in the hallway to the housing section of the Kingdom that included the mess hall and their designated rooms for their infirmary when she took the call from her best friend. Her best friend could sniff out lies…but didn’t this time.

“Hey,” Carol quickly turned to Siddiq, who did weekly visits to other communities, giving her a concerned look. “She’s awake”

“Okay…Can I be alone with her?”

“Yeah, I’ll be getting her water. Were you talking to Daryl? Did you tell him yet?”

“No…Should I have?”

“If she was dying, yeah. But it’s still…a lot. Maybe in the morning tell him?” Siddiq questioned while passing his friend he didn’t overhear the conversation because Carol knew for a fact Daryl would be coming in the morning.

Whether Y/N had a near death experience or not.

When Carol entered the room to find her friend lay in bed. She looked exhausted, broken in physical and mental places, but brought her attention to the soft steps her friend gave and shown her a smile on her face before it faded when looking at her injuries.

“Can’t believe I almost died over a deer…”

“You did bring us back a plentiful feast from the buck” Carol tried to joke with her to lighten the mood but the way Y/N went from exhausted to emotionless to overwhelmed in the matter of seconds, it wasn’t the time. “Hey hey…I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried to make light on very recent matters…I’m just. So thankful you’re still alive”

“I could’ve died…could’ve been worse than broken bones and several deep wounds. I’ve…I’ve gotten so used to this life and how grateful I am for the now…how the fuck did those stupid fucking deer not see me?” Y/N sobbed no matter how painful her broken ribs felt when trying to catch a deep breath to calm her, or the throbbing pain from her broken wrist and dislocated ankle. More had happened and more could’ve happened.

Throughout the night, Ezekiel came in to check on Carol who wasn’t going to leave her friend’s side and helped in any way that he could for both his partner and Y/N. Eventually they decided to use the oxygen tank they found to keep some flow steady for Y/N given every chance she tried to sleep she would trigger an anxiety attack making it difficult to breathe and her ribs were already doing a number on her.

The morning came and Daryl had radio’d in before coming so Carol could prepare entirely for what she was going to tell him. But she also prepared for in the moment it was going to fly out the window.

Daryl came through the gates of the Kingdom noticing Ezekiel first as he waves at him giving him a waiting gesture so that he could fetch Carol. But the archer grew curious about the tense atmosphere when he parked his bike, not finding the vehicle Y/N had came in.

“Hey man! You here for breakfast with Carol?” Jerry approaches Daryl as he gave the man a confused look. “Hey? What’s up?”

“Y/N’s car ain’t around. Did she leave?”

“Uh no. She uhm. Got a flat so one of our people is taking a look at it. She’s still…somewhere!” Jerry laughs with a shrug as he quickly takes his leave into the direction of where Y/N really is, knowing Carol is there. But he kept glancing behind him to make sure Daryl wasn’t following.

He wasn’t. But he is investigating further.

But it meant him being a bit nosey in his scary silent way.

A few Kingdom people were tending to a lot of repairs regarding its community and Daryl thought those few would be the best to ask around about any vehicle maintenance but the answers revolved around…

Had to fill one up with gas

The tire repair would’ve been tricky if we didn’t have to spare

Did you know duct tape is a good tool to keep a bumper on?

Nothing really of use until Daryl found a man going through the engine of a familiar model to the car his partner took but he honestly can’t entirely recall what the car was since he was more focused on Y/N.

“Need a hand?” Daryl decided to come off the helpful route to see if he gets more out of the guy.

“Uh” This guy gave the archer a confused look before moving aside giving him access to look for himself.

“There’s nothing wrong with it” Now Daryl was even more confused while looking at the engine before reaching in and taking out a piece of an antler. “Someone hit a buck?”

“More like…a buck and a half. I was just told to get rid of the evidence before trying to repair the car cosmetically” He groans gesturing for Daryl to step back to close the hood as they watch it bounce up. “Yeah this’ll take a while”

“What happened to the person driving it?”

“Oh you should’ve been there. She came in with the buck through the windshield and the deer barely hanging onto the hood. It was fucking awful. I haven’t heard about her condition yet, that Siddiq fella that makes his rounds every few weeks? If he wasn’t here when she came in, she probably would’ve died to her injuries”

Daryl watches the man round the car to check the back of it, leaving him to check the drivers seat and once he opened the door he brings himself to sit so he could reach the glove box finding Y/N’s journal. She always brings that on her drives. His anxiety went from steady to overwhelming in the matter of seconds as he left the vehicle knowing exactly where to go next.

Carol stood in the hallway after being informed that Daryl was on the premises and it will only take him a matter of time before he barged into the building.

“How bad is it?!”

“Daryl—-“ Carol stopped him in his tracks as he instantly fought against her.

“NO! If she’s dead and yea didn’t tell me I’m gonna—-“

“She’s not dead, Daryl!” She raised her voice loud enough for her words to pass his rushing thoughts as he relaxed from trying to toss his friend over to get to Y/N. “She’s in a lot of pain, even with the meds we gave her. You need to be careful going in there”

“H-…Sh…She’s fine?”

“Yes. She’s going to be fine. You need to get that look off your face” The archer instantly scoffed as Carol gripped his shoulders. “She’ll read your expression in an instant Daryl. You know she will. Don’t even try and make this your fault when it’s not. It’s not hers either. Freak accidents happen”

“I know that…w-what makes yea think…” Daryl frowns avoiding her eyes contact knowing damn well she’s giving him a concerned but obvious expression. He tries to make everything his fault when most incidents aren’t.

They all know this.

The door creaked open startling Y/N a bit as she’s been in and out of that exhaustion fog caused by pain and medication. She tried her best to look at what made the noise but when she saw Daryl step in she felt her heart race and the tears threaten to spill.

“H-Hey” She rasped out as Daryl brought himself to sit carefully on the side of her bed taking note of her injuries resulting in his pulling it all together look to one of fear and sadness as he tried to turn his face away but she used her good hand to grab onto his forearm forcing him to look at the connection before connecting their eyes. “Don’t…”

“…I’m tryin’ not to…”

“This…ugh” Y/N tried to stop the tears. “Was so f-fucking freak. It’s no one’s fault but the goddamn buck”

Daryl couldn’t help the short lived chuckle to escape him as he held onto her arm keeping close as he could to her.

“It did a number on your car. Yea lucky I saved your journal”

“Okay it wasn’t a fucking monster deer that tore the car a new one. It was multiple and no where near the glove compartment” Y/N laughs lightly pulling her hand away only to hold her ribs when she laughed. “I’m so not including this in that book”

“I don’t know…it’d be a page turner” He decided to keep lighthearted on the matter for the time being.

Even if the nights they’ve spent there, Daryl found himself awake by her side in case she needed anything. Least he wasn’t bullying himself as he sat awake. He was just. There for her.

[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - the best shot

I saw that you are writing for Rick and Daryl from TWD. I was wondering if you could please do Daryl X reader where the reader, who uses a bow and arrow, challenges Daryl to a marksman competition (crossbow vs bow and arrow) - Anon💜

Sitting on the railing in the cell block, you looked at the boy who dropped some more sticks in the pile of sticks next to you.

“Thanks Carl, got some snacks in my bag if you want some.”

“Seriously?” He grinned.

“Yeah, go on. Was saving ‘em for later but you can have ‘em.”

He grinned and ran into your cell, and you set the newly sharpened stick into the quiver on your bag.

Looping your legs around the railing you leant down only to find Daryl behind you holding up a new stick for you.

You grinned a little, taking it from him and he placed a hand between your shoulderblades in order to help you sit back up.

He leant on the railing next to you, looking at all the sticks.

“If you didn’t leave all your arrows behind you wouldn’t have this issue now would ya?” He asked.

“The benefits to a bow, sturdy, and all I need are good sticks and a sharp knife to make more unlike your shitty crossbow, can only use those bolts.”

He scoffed.

“When your bow breaks?”

“Make a new one, what’ll you do when your crossbow breaks?”

“Get you to fix it obviously, I ain’t dumb, I know you can.”

You hummed a little bit.

“What if I say no?”

“You think it’s a debate? I never said I was gonna ask nicely dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m a better shot anyways.” He said, “that’s all that counts ain’t it?”

You turned to look at Daryl.

“A better shot huh? That’s what gets you and that fatass ego of yours through his day?”

“Why’re you such a fucker sometimes? We both know it’s true, only one spot here for the best archer, that’s me, ain’t too.”

“Yeah? Go on then, let’s have a competition. Whoever wins claims title of the best.”

Daryl scoffed.

“I ain’t playing a game just for some shitty title.”

“What do you want then? Food? Cause I have my snacks to Carl.”

He hummed, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms as he looked at you.

“I get to take over your cell, I like that one.”

“You little shit, you said you didn’t want one.”

“Yeah, well, now I do. We got a deal?”

You crossed your arms, mimicking his stance.

“What’s in it for me?”

“You’re my first pick on all supply runs.”

You held out your hand grinning from ear to ear.

“Deal.”

He shook your head and you grabbed your bow.

You both split up, looking for the perfect place to hold the competition and decided outside in the sun was better than inside where noises could echo.

You grabbed a handful of empty cans and walked back outside, setting them down next to Daryl.

“Will these work?”

He looked through them, nodding his head.

“Yeah, Rick and Glenn will set them up, making it a fair trial. We shoot at the same time.”

You nodded, sitting down next to the man as you waited for everything to be set up.

“Come on you two, this is so childish.” T-Dog said.

“I think it’ll be fun, lightening the mood a bit.” Maggie smiled.

You grinned a her.

“Plus we all know who’s going to win.” Lori said.

“Yeah, me.” Daryl huffed.

You smacked the back of his head and you glared at you which only made you grin even a little more, and you rested your hands behind your back, leaning on them.

“Smack me again, see what happens.”

“Is that an invite to hit you again Daryl? Because I don’t need to be told twice.”

“Shut up asshole.”

You snickered, and Rick and Glenn walked back over.

“All set up, (Y/N) on the right, Daryl on the left, you’ll be judged on speed and accuracy, in order to make it fair (Y/N) you have to have the same amount of arrows as Daryl has bolts.” Rick said.

“Yeah, fair enough, take ‘em away bossman.”

Rick rolled his eyes at you, but walked behind you to start taking your arrows away.

When he was done, you both set your weapons up.

“Ready?” Lori asked.

You both nodded.

“On Go.” Carl said.

You waited for the countdown, and the moment the boy shouted go you fired your first arrow.

You aimed for the ones further away first, and you didn’t miss a shot.

Daryl had the same idea, but since it took longer to reload his crossbow, you were already running for your arrows.

Sliding across the grass, you gathered them all and ran back to your spot, crouching down as you dropped the arrows.

It made it easier to pick them up, and you kept firing them at the cans.

You were ahead of Daryl and he saw that, so he tried to pick up his speed to even the playing field.

You both ran for your arrows at the same time, and you grinned at him as you ducked under him while he tried to grab on near yours.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“I didn’t touch you so no it ain’t!”

You ran back, notching the arrow again but you couldn’t fire with him in the playing field.

He raised his hands, jogging out and you began firing again.

You only had one can left, and no arrows so you ran out to get one, turning around you dropped yourself to the floor just as a bolt came flying past where you were stood.

“Stop! Stop!” Someone yelled.

You felt a pain in your arm and you raised your hand to touch it.

You were bleeding a little but not much, so you stood back up.

Daryl, Glenn, Maggie and Rick all came running over.

“Ain’t that bad, I’ll live.”

“Games off, go to Hershel and get him to look at that.” Rick said.

“Yeah.”

You handed him your weapons and made your way back inside with Carl, sitting in front of the vet so he could tend to your wound.

“Just a scratch, you won’t need any serious care, just a bandage and it checked a few times a day for the next few days.”

“Yeah, that’s good by me. Thanks Hershel.”

He smiled at you and you made your way back outside, grinning a little.

“So, who won?”

“Seriously? You’ve just been shot and you’re asking who won?” Lori chuckled.

You beamed brightly.

“Well, apparently you won from what I heard.” Carol said.

You furrowed your brows a little.

“You knocked down all the cans.”

You nodded your head, searching the grounds from the man you were competing against but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Where’s Daryl?”

“He went up to the watch tower, think he’s beating himself up for loosing.” Glenn laughed.

You nodded your head, jogging down to the watch tower.

You knew Daryl wouldn’t beat himself up for loosing something as silly as a competition. You two always held stupid contests just like this all the time.

It was how you made thing fun and made a hard day a little better for everybody, you’d both lost and won a handful.

You made your way up, and you found him leaning on the railing, looking past the fence.

Walking over, you leant back against the wall.

“Weapons are inside, take them and go. You’ll come with me when that’s healed on the next run.”

“No.”

He turned around, glaring a little.

“That’s what you fuckin’ wanted ain’t it? To come on runs? Well you win, you get to come, now get lost.”

“Nah, I ain’t going nowhere, I ain’t going on runs either. I know for a fact I didn’t win, I still had one can. You knocked it down.”

“I didn’t do shit.”

You watched as he flicked his gaze to the bandage around your arm.

“It was an accident.”

“I coulda shot you!” He hissed.

“Daryl accidents happen, you know this. Ain’t like ya killed me is it?”

“Coulda done.”

He turned back around and you sighed.

Walking over you stood next to him.

“I trust your aim, I trust your judgment. I know you didn’t mean it, so I forfeit, you win by default. I’ll take sleep in Carol’s on the floor.”

You walked inside the tower to grab your weapons and he stopped you from leaving.

“Don’t you dare, you’re keeping it. You win.”

“No I don’t.”

“Damn it (Y/N) just take the win!”

You looked at him, and you sighed.

He wanted you to take the win because in his mind that would make up for him accidentally hurting you. To him, he needed you to take the win.

You sighed, smiling a little.

“Fine, but you still get the cell, we’ll share.”

“Whatever.”

He stepped aside and you watched him for a moment.

Walking over you lightly smacked the back of his head making him turn around and you smiled softly.

“I’m a better shot.”

“Oh next time I’m so aiming for your head.”

You laughed and he smirked a little, gesturing for you to leave and you did to give him some space.

You knew when he was ready he would come back inside, so you decided to give him some space, and for now, you would proudly wear the title of best archer in the group

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 3

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Chapter 3: I’m sorry and Thank you

Summary: It’s time to bury their dead, take decisions and say goodbyes. The tension is thin in the camp and not everyone can control their emotions or how they deal with it. Hard decisions are made and a shot is take in hopes that everyone have a future. Y/N and Daryl have their first little fight in this one.

Warnings: swearing, death, violence, little angsty, fluffy, little mention of suicide that if you blink you’re gonna lose it, maybe some characters are ooc, idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)

Word count: 4,179

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

Everybody started to work early, cleaning, reorganizing and getting rid of all the bodies. You needed to burry Amy, but Andrea would not let no one take care of her. You could imagine the pain she was feeling because you felt that too when you lost Rick. Amy was so young, she was sweet and gentle, she didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it.

You tried helping with whatever you could, unfortunately you were not strong enough to help carrying the body of the dead. So you were trying to make sure everyone had water to drink or something to eat, even if it’s just a little.

You were at good distance with Carl and Lori, helping them to put things in order, when you saw Rick holding a gun on Daryl’s head. Fuck. You walked the faster you could and put yourself between them. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Y/N, get out of the way.” Rick said, seeing you were not going to leave he lowered his gun. “He was going to kill Jim.”

“He was bitten! He’s a danger to everyone!” Daryl argumented, you turned around and looked at him.

“Jim is our friend, one of us… we can’t just kill him. We take care of him, he’ll eventually die and… when the time comes we… we do it.” You said, a little unsure of your own words, but that was what was the human thing to do.

“Never thought you were this dumb.” He almost spitted the words at you.

‘And I never thought you were an asshole.’ That’s what you wanted to say, but you didn’t, you just rolled your eyes at him and left. Things were under control, no one pointing guns at each other, your mission was done. That was a stupid fight and a stupid insult, but you couldn’t ignore the sting you felt at those words.

It didn’t take long for Amy to turn and Andrea have to kill her, it was heartbreaking to watch. When everything was over you had tears in the corners of your eyes. Also, you heard Carol had to kill Ed, you didn’t watch it, but you knew what it meant. Even if he was a human being, he was a monster… and now Carol and Sophia were free.

After that you buried your dead, while the zombies had already been put in fire. You said your goodbyes to Amy and hoped she was happy wherever she was. Everybody were going back to camp descending the hill, you passed through Daryl and gave him a look, that you didn’t know if it was sad, angry or upset.

“Ya defend not killing the living, but if ya could, ya would kill me right now.” Ok, so your look was the second option, angry. You just continued walking and ignored him. “ ‘m sorry.”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Sarcasm covered your words. “Maybe I’m dumb, but not SO dumb”

“I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” He said walking by your side. “I was wrong, can we be good again? I hate how ya’re looking at me.” And he did, he could get those eyes from everyone and not give a fuck about it, but for some reason, a reason that he didn’t know, or didn’t want to admit, he couldn’t get that look from you.

You stopped and turned to him, you saw worry in him and that was not usual of him, not about the little you knew about him.

“Don’t do it again. Don’t call me that thing. It sounds silly, but…” ‘it brings back bad memories’, you were going to say, but didn’t have the courage.

“I’m never calling you that again. ‘m gonna think about other insults next time.” He tried a joke, and you tried to remain serious, but he could see the corners of your mouth curving a little while you battled against the smile. You hated that people would make you angry, but as soon as they wanted forgiveness, you would laugh or smile, instead of giving them the cold shoulder like normal people would do. Some said you had a good heart, but sometimes you thought you were a fool.

“Ok, Dixon. We’re friends again.” You said offering him your hand. He looked at your hand and thought for a moment. “Come on, shake my hand to seal it. I don’t have the whole day, if you don’t take it right now I’m going to…”

And he took it. He took your right hand in his and you were not expecting to feel this way to a simple handshake. His grip was firm, but comfortable. His hand calloused and warm, engulfed your hand that was so little compared to his. You felt comfort, protection and another feeling that you couldn’t describe, but made you lose your words.

“Ya’re going to what?” He still had a hold in your hand, maybe because you were holding his back and thinking about never letting go of his.

“Don’t matter. It’s done. We sealed our friendship, so I don’t need to threaten you anymore.” Reluctantly you let go of each others hands and continued to descend the hill.

“Oh, was that a threat? You don’t look threatening to me.” He mocked you.

“You better keep your eyes open D.” You answered liking the way his initial felt on your tongue and how it was said so easily. “I may look harmless, but I can be dangerous too.”

“Of course, as dangerous as a Puppy”

“Remember that puppies can bite and scratch.” You said lightly elbowing him.

“My clothes magically appeared clean and folded in my tent. It was you, wasn’t it?” He knew it was you, he just needed a way to talk about it and thank you.

“It was the least I could do…”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem D.”

Later that day, after a lot of discussion, was decided that everybody that want would go to CDC early in the morning. You were not sure if there would be anything there when you arrived, but you also knew you couldn’t just stay in the quarry forever, more walkers would come. You couldn’t risk losing more people. You slept in your tent with Luna to keep you company, at 3 in the morning you woke up and couldn’t sleep. You really tried, you were tired, but you were not able to sleep again. You turned around back and fort on your tent, until the sun started to rise.

So you changed your clothes, put everything you had on your bag and left the tent to start disassemble it. The thing was, you didn’t even know how to assemble it, Shane had done everything for you, so now you were having a hard time.

“Do ya wanna some help?” You heard Daryl’s voice by your side and you almost jumped out of your skin. “Sorry, didn’t wanna scare ya.”

“Please, I have no idea what I’m doing.” You confessed shamelessly. In fact he didn’t even waited for your answer to start helping you.

“I realized that from distance, anyone could see ya struggling from miles away.” He joked, but it was not completely a lie, your struggle was very clear.

“Well, Lucky me, you offered help.”

After everything was ready to go, you started to say goodbyes, Morales and his family decided not to follow with you. A stupid decision in your opinion, but there wasn’t anything you could do about.

“Y/N, Carol and Sophia are coming with us. Do you mind going with Shane?” Rick came to you right before living.

“Actually, I’m going with Daryl. I figured it’d be better for Carol and Sophia to go with you.” You answered taking both Rick and Daryl by surprise.

“Are ya?” Daryl didn’t have time to think before the words left his mouth, and then you gave him the look that told him to play along with you. “I offered ya early, but ya never gave me an answer. I thought ya weren’t going with me.”

“Of course I am! Daryl Dixon giving me a ride? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You grabbed your bag to put it in Daryl’s truck, Rick gave you a knowing look. He knew you were avoiding Shane, he just didn’t know why, but he knew you too well to not notice. Also, he saw how Daryl was surprised. “Luna, are you coming with us or do you prefer going with Carl?”

“Nah, she’s coming with us. My offer is only open if she comes with us.” Daryl stated, and you couldn’t resist but laugh.

As soon as you hit the road, Luna was all over the place. She wanted to go for the window and feel the air with her tongue out like any normal dog. She sat on your lap, forgetting she isn’t a lap dog, and you needed to hold her just in case, because she tried a few times going to Daryl’s side and you were not dying by a stupid car accident in the middle of the apocalypse.

“So…why didn’t ya want to go with Shane?” Daryl threw the question at you after Luna had calmed down.

“Cause Luna wanted to go with you.” You gave the excuse shamelessly. He snorted to your lame excuse.

“Bullshit! Spill the real reason, that’s the least I get for playing along with ya.” He took a small glance at you and returned his attention to the road.

“Okay… never took you for one that likes gossip but…” he gave you an annoyed look as if to say ‘just say it’. “I had a fight with him, when you guys went to Atlanta. In front of the whole camp actually.”

“The bruise, in his face, was that ya?” He asked, looking at you for a brief moment, and you nodded in response. “I knew it. Couldn’t be a walker, it looked like something ya would do.”

“How did it look like something I’d do?” Did he take you for the type to go punching people around? Maybe he thought you were kind of a badass? No, not possible.

“The bruise is just the height you’d be able to punch, no way you could hit him on the eye.” Well, none of the options you guessed, he just stated you were short, which you really kind of was. But you couldn’t let it pass like this and gave him a light punch on his arm. “Easy Puppy, I’d rather die fighting zombies than in a car.”

“You just called me short!” you stated as a justification of why you lightly punched his arm.

“And didn’t lied.” He smirked and then put his right hand on Luna’s head for a brief moment. “Why did ya punch him?”

“He lied. He told us Rick was dead.” You answered and Daryl said nothing, probably thinking about what you said. “I mean, any idiot can see if a person is breathing and if the heart is beating.”

“Well, it’s Shane. He’s a different kind of idiot.” What was he probably trying to say? “Maybe, he didn’t knew the difference at the time. I’m not trying to defend him, I don’t like him, you know.”

“I know… it’s just… I’m angry.” You said. Funny, because Daryl had told you the same thing to you, but of course your fight was very silly compared to the reasons behind your quarrel with Shane. “Do you think I should talk to him?”

“Is it going to make ya feel better? If yes, do it.” He didn’t even had to think to say that and he didn’t like Shane at all. That was one of those moments where you saw how good he was, and you wish people would see through his rough demeanor. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” You didn’t realize you were staring at him for a long time.

“Sorry, I was thinking about what you said.” That was not a complete lie, but not even half of the truth. “But I don’t need a picture if I can look at you everyday.”

You wanted to talk more, but you were tired, your half slept night was charging it’s price. You didn’t know when you slept, but after 2 hours you woke up the car was slowing down until stopping. Luna was laying in your lap awkwardly, half her body was on the car seat and her head was on Daryl’s lap.

“Morning Sleepyhead!” Daryl took a small glance at you.

“Hey… sorry, I didn’t want to sleep, but I was tired.” You ran your hands on Luna’s back. “Why are we stopping?”

“Don’t know, guess it’s a problem with the RV.” He took Luna’s head from his lap and talked to her as to a child, you didn’t even paid attention to what he was saying you just thought that was adorable.

You broke the moment putting a harness on Luna, so you could leave the car. As soon as you left the car your eyes found Shane and you decided to take the opportunity to talk to him.

“D., can you look after Luna for a little while?” You asked him, giving your best puppy eyes, without even noticing.

“Alright Pup, go and do what you need to do.” He said grumply taking the harness. “Go, before I regret it”

“Okay, thanks.” You gave a little smile and left in Shane’s direction.

When Shane saw you walking in his direction, he thought there would come trouble, because any moment you two talked, you would fight. He regretted all the fights, but it was as if he couldn’t control himself, in this world… he couldn’t be soft, gentle or unprepared. He couldn’t also let anything bad happen to the one’s he cared, even if he had to make some sacrifices along the way, and that was what scared him the most. He felt like he was losing his humanity and he didn’t see any other option.

“Shane, can we talk?” You finally approached him, expectations very high and afraid of the outcome.

“I don’t want to fight Y/N…” well, you didn’t want this too, but it didn’t depend only on you.

“Me neither. I just wanna my nice big bro Shane back, you know…” You said, eyes on the mark you had left on his left cheek. “I’m sorry, for the punch.”

“I probably deserved, a cop that can’t tell the difference between the dead and the living…”

“You were probably nervous, I can only imagine the chaos the hospital was and… and you said they were shooting everyone in there, you were probably also afraid.” You said and took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, I was angry and shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“I’m sorry, I have been an asshole lately.” He admited.

“Lately?” You mocked him. “Let’s be good again, I don’t punch you anymore and you don’t piss me off. You know, just like you and Rick, I grew up and I don’t need you to protect me from everything. You should be the cool big bro that encourage me to do reckless things that Rick wouldn’t want me to do.”

“Just like… hanging out with Daryl Dixon?” He suggested and he knew he was entering a delicate topic because you already fought before about it.

“Yeah, he’s a good person and my friend. You should encourage me to make other friends, the world went to shit and the people is all we got.” You chewed the inside of your cheeks hoping you would not start fighting again.

“You know, I only act like this, because I don’t want you in the same situation you had with Paul.” He confessed, and in part it was true, you were never the same after Paul, after all the psychological abuse. It took months for you to go back to your normal self, and a german shepherd puppy to make you smile and live again. But on the other hand, it was also his prejudice against the Dixon Brothers.

“I already told you, it’s not like this.”

“I see the way you look at him. It’s the same way you used to look at Jack Jones.” He stated, and you remembered your first crush at school. You never had the courage to tell him what you felt.

“I surely don’t, I’m no teenager and… hey maybe I could have avoided all this situation with Paul if I had told Jack how I felt…” You tried to deny, but you knew that maybe he was right… maybe you had a crush on Daryl. “Just let me live, please Shane? If I die tomorrow, I want to know I lived to the fullest. I don’t expect to find love or anything in a world like this, but I want to be with people I enjoy being with and protect the people I love.”

“Don’t say no sense. You’re not going to die, I’m not letting you die.” He stated. “It’s ok, you can be friends or more than friends with whoever you want, but let me know if anyone hurt you…”

“Thank you Shane.” You hugged him tightly. “And please… let go of Lori, you’ll only hurt you and her. I say it, because we’re family and I love you.”

You left his embrace and you saw the hurt and sadness in his face, maybe a little anger too, but you hope he would not blame you for this and listen to your advice.

“Go to your boyfriend before he comes here and kill me.” Shane played after he saw the way Daryl was looking at the both of you.

“Shut up Shane!” You gave him a punch on his arm before you left.

“By the way, I’m proud of your punchs, you really learned how to beat someone properly.” He kind of yelled at you, and you just laughed. Well they really taught you how to beat someone and how to make it as painful as possible.

After that Shane left with T.Dog to try finding replacement parts for the RV. You go to Daryl and take Luna from him, you could not ask for him to do more than he already did. “Thank you.” You told him.

“ ‘s nothing. It’s always good to pass some time with Luna.” He replied taking a cigarette and lightening it. His curiosity taking the better of him. “Are ya feeling better?”

“Yes, I guess. Things went well. Thank you for the advice.”

Jim was getting worse over the time, you thought he would not make it to the CDC and in truth, you knew nobody survived from a bite, you never saw one single person survive it. Rick was new to all this shit, so he had hope, but you knew Jim would not make it and that nobody could in fact help him.

The RV was fixed, but now you got another problem, Jim was bad and he had decided to stay behind. Rick tried to convince him otherwise, but he had made his choice and you should all respect. It was sad leaving him behind, but you couldn’t stop any more time, you needed to keep going. You entered Daryl’s truck, a heavy silence following the both of you. He started the car, his forehead frowned and the eyes on the road. You could feel he regretted his actions towards Jim.

“You were not completely wrong.” You finally said taking him by surprise. “You just had the wrong approach.”

Silence. Not the comfortable one.

“The most compassionate thing to do in a world like this, would be to not let the people we like turn into one of those…”

“Why?” He asked, eyes on the road, not even giving a glance at you. Your were took by surprise and didn’t know what he meant. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because this whole situation made me think and… I know you have your own thoughts about it too. We can’t be so radical, but we should think about doing something to not let each other turn.” You wanted to look at him, you wanted to hold his hand, but you couldn’t, you knew you had crossed lines when you told him those things. You didn’t even know if he considered you a friend that could discuss this kind of things and tell when someone is wrong or right.

“Yeah, ya know a lot of shit.” The bitter comment left his mouth seconds after what you said.

“Daryl, if I ever get bit, I want you to end it for me.” You didn’t know what made you say it, but you just ignored his comment and threw this bomb on him. He almost hit the brakes the moment the words left your mouth.

“What the fuck?!” He cursed. “Don’t ask me something like that. Yar not getting bitten.”

“You don’t know.” Seeing Jim like this made you think. You didn’t want to die alone, you didn’t want to turn, you didn’t had the courage to do it yourself and you didn’t want Rick, Shane, Lori or ,in the worst scenario, Carl to do this. “Promise me”

“I ain’t promising you shit!” He didn’t understand why he got so angry at what you said and asked, it should be something normal to ask each other in a damn Zombie apocalypse. But the thought of you getting bitten… it bothered him in more ways that he could admit. “Stop talking no sense. We’re not losing anyone else to those fuckers.”

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing were becoming and habit that you didn’t want to keep, but how could you stop when you were afraid you hurt people.

“Ya don’t need to be.” He answered than he looked at you for some seconds before landing his eyes on the road again.

You decided against opening your mouth again, you pet Luna’s back and stared out of the window. When you were not looking Daryl stared at you for a little longer than what he should while driving. He over reacted, he knew it. He could not be good with his feelings and also short tempered, but he knew when he let it took the best of him. He had already lost Merle, he knew he was alive, but he was alone. Again. That wasn’t the first time Merle let him alone, and he didn’t know how it affected and made Daryl feel. In a world so big like this, maybe they’d never see each other again and he would never know. At the moment, you were the only friend he had. Could he call you a friend? And even though, there was other people that were polite to him, you were the only one that would talk more than 2 words to him. Not that he made a big effort to have a conversation to others, but you seemed to not care his short answers. The thought of you being bitten and he being left alone again, felt as if a giant rock was put on his chest. He didn’t like all this thoughts, but he couldn’t just stop them. His right hand went to Luna’s head that once again was on his lap, and he could not help but grow fond of the dog.

It was almost night when you arrived at the CDC. The place was a cemitery, there were bodies everywhere and some walkers too. You all got our of the cars and went to the entrance of CDC. All was closed, with heavy strong metal doors. You knocked, called, pleaded but there was no answer. Some started to not believe anymore on the possibility of the CDC having someone in there, but you couldn’t stop believing. You were already there, it was getting dark and it was not safe being outside. When you had lost hope, Rick saw the camera moving and you continued asking for help until the big metal door opened and you could see the big iluminated hall inside the building. You filled your lungs with hope and could breath relieved that you would have a place to stay.

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[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, slight angst, mentions of parental neglect

A/N: let the dark!couple arc begin :)

You and Luke were in Elysium for a whole month. 

After your first kiss, Luke immediately asked you to be his girl. And of course, you said yes.

Every resident of Camp Half-Blood knew of your union by the campfire that night. You weren’t exactly sure how, but you suspected that Aphrodite’s children had noticed the sudden change in your dynamic. They had a reputation for spreading gossip like wildfire. 

Most of your fellow demigods were stunned by the new development, save for the other residents of the Hermes Cabin. 

“We saw it coming from miles away,” Travis Stoll had told you at dinner one night, giving you and Luke a cheeky grin. “The way you looked at him and the way he followed you around made it obvious.”

“Yeah,” his brother Connor agreed. “Luke’s usually pretty tough on everyone else, but he’s so soft with you.”

They both proceeded to make obnoxious kissing noises at you, making Luke groan loudly and bury his face in his hands. You had just laughed, and leaned your head against his shoulder. 

Being with Luke had heightened your spirits immensely. No longer did you appear stoic and un-phased. You laughed, smiled, and socialized with campers, satyrs, and nymphs alike. It surprised them, and some of them were still afraid of you at first, but they warmed up to you eventually. You felt more accepted than ever.

Sure, some people openly disliked your relationship. They said you weren’t good enough for your boyfriend. That you were like a bad omen, and you’d just bring him pain and suffering. That he would be better off with a child of Aphrodite, or Athena, or anyone else but you. 

It didn’t bother you a lot. In fact, you only told Luke about it because you found it amusing.

He was not amused. 

He’d pulled the people who slandered your relationship aside and threaten to target them during the next Capture the Flag game. The negative remarks stopped immediately after.  

Luke was the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for. He was attentive, sweet, and protective. He made it clear that he adored you, and only you. You still trained vigorously together, but it was much more fun. Besides, no matter if you won or lost, you were rewarded with a kiss. 

Everything was perfect.

Then, the gods had to go and fuck it up.

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.

.

“Where in Hades have you been?”

Luke winced at your sharp tone. You hadn’t meant to sound upset, you were simply worried that he had vanished after the campfire instead of meeting you back at Cabin 11. 

He stepped towards you and took your hand.

“We need to talk. Somewhere more private.”

As he lead you off of the porch of Cabin 11 and towards the woods, your heart pounded. Was he mad at you? Had you done something wrong?

After walking for awhile, Luke halted. He was still gripping your hand, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. 

He turned towards you, and in the silver moonlight, you could see that his eyes glittered with anger. 

You reached up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. “What’s wrong?”

Luke sighed. “I just got visited by my fath-Hermes.” 

You stared at him. “You’re fucking kidding.” 

“I’m not. He offered me a quest.”

You felt your anger begin to boil. After ignoring Luke for basically his whole life, Hermes decided to just waltz in pretending to care about him by giving him a chance to be a hero? 

“I’m going to kill him.”

It wasn’t just Luke who had become incredibly protective. You would become a bit very violent when someone crossed or hurt your boyfriend, just as he would for you.

“Angel,” Luke sighed. “That’s not how it works.”

“I know, I know. Sorry, I just got upset on your behalf.”

He gave you a small smile, but it quickly faded.  He let go of your hand, which made you frown slightly. “The quest I was given is simple: steal a Golden Apple from The Garden of Hesperides.”

You racked your brain, trying to recall anything you knew about the Garden. “Is that the tree that Gaea gifted Zeus when he married Hera?”

“That’s the one.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “This seems like a pointless quest. You gain nothing from it, you’re not solving any problems or saving anyone. Besides, didn’t Heracles do the exact same thing millennia ago?”

Luke’s jaw clenched, and you could tell he was irritated. “Yeah, yeah he did.”

“So you’re going to turn Hermes down, right?“

He looked away from you. Even though he was silent, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No, Luke, you can’t do this! It makes no sense, you wouldn’t gain anyth-“

“Yes, I would!” Luke insisted. “I haven’t gotten a real chance to prove myself in all three years I’ve been at camp!”

“You don’t need to prove anything to anyone!” you exclaimed, not caring if you were being too loud. “Luke, you’re already an incredible fighter and a respected leader. What else could you possibly want?”

“Glory.”

“Then wait for a better opportunity. Wait for the Oracle to give you a real quest, don’t just take orders from your deadbeat, asshole of a father.”

“Angel, listen to me.” Luke’s tone was firm but gentle. “I want to do this. Not because of my  father. I want a chance to do something that people will talk about, something that will prove once and for all that I’m not to be messed with.”

You looked at him, and you knew he had made up his mind.

“You’re not gonna change your mind, are you?”

“No.”

You stepped towards him, taking hold of his forearm softly. “Fine. Then I’m going with you.”

“Angel-“

“It’s not up for debate. We’re a team, Castellan, and I’m your girl. I’m not letting you do this alone.”

Luke put a hand on your waist, the other one reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. “Okay. You can come.”

“Good.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re so stubborn.”

“So are you,” you retorted, resting your head against his chest. Your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of fatigue beginning to set in.

“You tired?” he asked, petting your hair gently.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Let’s go back to the cabin.”

As you laid in bed that night, wrapped in Luke’s embrace, you realized that you should’ve fought harder to make him deny the quest. It really wasn’t worth it for him to risk his life for some stupid golden apple.

But he was hellbent on going. And you knew you couldn’t stop him. So, the next-best thing was to join him.

After all, when you fought side-by-side, you never failed. 

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“Are you two absolutely sure about this?”

Chiron stood at the top of Half-Blood Hill, the shade provided by Thalia’s tree casting a shadow on his face. 

“Yes,” you and Luke said in unison. 

Both of you were carrying medium-sized backpacks full of supplies needed for your journey. You had each packed a canteen of nectar, four squares of ambrosia, a change of clothes, all of the cash you owned (which wasn’t a lot), and some drachmas in case you needed to send an Iris message. 

Because it was July, you decided to wear a light, breathable outfit. You wore black cargo shorts and a loose grey tank top, accompanied by your trusty black leather boots. The grommet belt strapped around your waist held your weapon, which was in its condensed form.

You hoped you wouldn’t need to use it until you arrived at The Garden of Hesperides, but you knew that was extremely unlikely. 

Monsters were bound to come after you. They always did.

Chiron sighed. You hated when he had that “I have a bad feeling about this” look on his face, it made you feel extremely pessimistic. 

“Should you need anything, send us an Iris message. We will expect you to return within two weeks. If you do not, we will send a satyr to find you.”

“We’ll be fine,” Luke said, but it seemed like was trying to convince himself instead of Chiron. “But thanks.”

Chiron nodded. He then turned his attention to you.

“I am very proud of the hero you are becoming.   I know you have not had the easiest childhood, but nevertheless, you have persevered and become a strong fighter and a crucial member of Camp Half-Blood. I believe in you, and I believe you will succeed. But if you do not, that does not define your worth.”

You resisted the urge to tear up. Chiron had been consistently kind to you, even it felt like nobody would give you the time of day. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “But we will succeed, I promise you.”

Chiron gave you a warm smile. “Good luck,” he said, looking at both you and Luke. “Be brave, but avoid recklessness. And most importantly, take care of each other.”

Luke nodded. “I’ll protect her with my life.”

You smiled at him. “And I’ll do the same for you.” 

Chiron gave you a nod. “Safe travels, demigods.” 

With that, Luke took your hand, and lead you down the hill past the camp border. He glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment, his eyes wandering towards Thalia’s tree. He looked nervous, but determined. 

Determined to prove himself, and determined to keep you safe.

No matter what it took.

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[ilguna]

☼ the rescue (Rick Grimes) ☼

summary; you were the first one to find Judith during the fall of the prison, making it your responsibility to get her back to Rick, safe and sound.

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, gore.

wc; 4.6k

NOTES; season 4/5 spoilers, read at your own risk.

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For the record, if you’d known exactly how limited your stay at the prison was going to be, you would’ve done a few things differently. For example, you might’ve packed an easily accessible emergency bag with supplies that would put you ahead a week. You would’ve been on your toes, waiting for the clue of the inevitable. You might’ve been a bit more cautious on what you did throughout your day.

In fact, you probably would’ve realized that your group was going to be attacked by the governor on the same day that Hershel and Michonne went missing for an hour more than what was planned. Which you noticed, but no one else seemed to be worried about. They kept telling you that they might’ve run into a few problems out there, like starting the fire to burn the bodies.

Well, their disappearance led right to the whole prison being destroyed by an army with tanks and grenades, which led to being overrun by walkers and virtually inhabitable. You would never be able to go inside that building ever again and say that you felt safe enough to sleep there. The governor ruined your lives yet again.

The more you look back at it, the angrier you get because of it. You would’ve done so many things differently that day. Especially now that you know that you would be the first person to find Judith, and leaving her behind was completely out of the question. You weren’t prepared to take care of a baby you barely knew on the road, with absolutely no clue on how to keep you both safe without prioritizing one person’s needs over the other.

Of course, you’ve taken care of Judith before. The problem is that it was always inside of the safety and the comfort of the prison, a secured area. You’ve held her, watched over her for short periods of time. However, you were always the backup to Beth when she couldn’t or didn’t want to. Rick trusted you when he didn’t have anyone else to turn to, which wasn’t very often. Out of a seven day week, you’d watch her for one day for maybe a few hours. It was always because Rick knew that you’d drop your plans for the day to help him. 

Out here, it doesn’t work the same. You’ve been on edge the past few days trying to keep up with her demand for formula and diapers, a problem you never worried about before because that was always a runner’s problem. You were more of a patrol and monitor.

You’ve raided two grocery stores by now, some shelves full, others clean except for the dust that’s been collecting inside. You’ll have her strapped to your chest, knowing full well that there’s at least a dozen walkers somewhere inside of the building, waiting for you to stumble and reveal exactly where you are. Just so that they can catch you and eat you alive.

It doesn’t help that you’re not sure if you’re getting any better at consoling her. When she cries it’s loud, and practically impossible to get her to calm down unless you provide your undivided attention, which you have to drop everything to do. The areas that you’re traveling through aren’t necessarily safe for babies. The only bright side is that you’re getting better at predicting when she’s getting fussy.

This doesn’t even take into account that you’ve had a few close calls with walkers and humans alike. Whether the dead are hiding around the corners, or so obvious but are strong enough to knock you down, it never fails to get you hyped up. Especially since there’s a group that’s been in your area for the past week, following you, and they’re fucking terrifying.

You were traveling through an adjacent neighborhood the other day, and they were nearby. They must’ve come across someone in one of the houses. You could hear every second of them making a game out of his life. And in the end he died anyway, as they were never planning on actually keeping him alive.

As if any of this isn’t stressful enough, you’re supposed to be finding your group, or any sort of part of them. You just want a sign that you’re all heading to the same place. So far, the only idea you’ve had the whole time on where they might be is coming from the maps that are displayed everywhere next to the train tracks. It’s an old trainyard that you’ve been walking for days to find.

It’s a place called Terminus.

You know nothing about it, only that it’s the nearest settlement in miles, and that the rest of the group might have been thinking the same thing you are; you’ll all meet there. After spending two years with them, you’d hope that you’d be thinking along the same lines as they are. 

You just need to get there, as soon as you have one other person, it’ll be easier to think straight.

Judith lets out a huff, squirming against your body. You readjust her in the wrap to make her comfortable again, but if she’s getting restless, then it’s only a matter of time before she throws a fit. You hum to her for a few minutes, watching for the next entrance to the neighborhood.

You figured out the trick to covering as much distance as possible, and it’s traveling at night while she’s sleeping. Unfortunately, you think you’re running out of that luxury, the longer you take, the farther away the group might be getting. They’re probably accepting the fate that Judith’s already dead, and you’re somewhere buried in the rubble back at the prison.

You haven’t slept since yesterday afternoon, and you can’t really afford to stop again. However, as much as it sucks, you need to stop to rest for an hour for Judith’s sake. If you let her out of the wrap for a little while, then she might be able to go on for longer tonight. 

You cross through the grass, heading for the third house in the neighborhood. The streets are relatively clear, if you don’t count the fall leaves that cover the concrete. There’s not a single walker to be seen nearby, so you have high hopes that the houses are going to be pretty empty.

“It’s okay, Judith.” You murmur, supporting the back of her head with your hand while you wander up the porch steps. You take in the outside of the house as you get closer, like the fact that the windows are still intact, which is a good sign. You can see through the front window that there’s curtains inside, it’ll allow you to hide you from the outside. It’s almost a perfect place to stay.

The doorknob is cold to the touch, and you half expect it to be locked, but it’s not, it’s just stiff against the doorframe as if it hasn’t been moved since the beginning of the apocalypse. You use your shoulder to force it open a little quicker. You close it gently.

The house is quiet, leading you to believe that it’s empty, but you’re not dumb enough to believe that. You slam your hand on the wall a few times, hoping to stir any walkers that might be lurking inside of the house. 

While you wait for them to come out, you make your way through the house, occasionally knocking on surfaces, pausing to listen, and continuing. Every room you pass through seems clean and preserved. There must be only one walker here, because by the time you’ve made it through the first floor, it’s made itself known by banging on a door upstairs. You finish your sweep, moving into the living room to close the curtains before going upstairs.

The bedrooms are all empty, the exception being the noise that’s coming from what seems to be a closet. You go into the master bedroom to lay Judith in the middle of the bed while you take care of the walker. It’ll only be for a minute, she can survive being alone.

You shut the door behind you, heading straight for the closet. As you pull out your knife, you position yourself behind the door. That way you’ll be able to kill it from behind while it stumbles forward. You carefully reach forward, turning the knob and jerking back as it hazardously swings open.

Just as you thought the lone walker comes out, fingers bending at awkward angles as it moves forward, searching for the source of the noise. You bump the door out of the way, plummeting your knife into the back of its head. Its knees buckle, immediately falling forward. You struggle to get your fingers untangled from its greasy hair in time.

You’re entirely too slow, accidentally pulling a chunk of it out. You let out a closed-mouth shrill noise, flinging it across the room. You watch as it hits the wall, and refuses to fall further than that. You press your lips together, wanting to gag at the sight, but instead you reach forward, pulling your knife out of the back of its head.

Leaving the body where it is, you head over to the bathroom to wipe off your knife and your hands. As you’re digging through the drawers and cupboards, you come across baby wipes and a bottle of hand sanitizer, which you proceed to dump on your hands. The baby wipes are a lost cause, every single one of them’s dry. You dump the package into the trash can by the toilet, and leave to go to the master bedroom.

Already, the stench of the rotting corpse is filling the air. You’ve gotten used to the smell to some degree, but not well enough to be able to ignore it completely. You open the door to the bedroom to find that Judith hasn’t moved an inch.

She’s awake, though, and stares as you get closer. It’s probably about time you change her and give her a bottle, let her relax some before you leave the house and get back on the road again. First things first, you need to check to see if there’s any baby supplies in the house.

For the most part, you’ve already searched the entire downstairs. There wasn’t any formula from what you saw, but that doesn’t mean there’s not anything else. Other people could’ve passed through and left something behind. Besides, the baby wipes were a sign of hope to you.

You check the master bedroom first, since you’re here. You go through the closet, the dresser and even the nightstand. There’s nothing that could be useful, not even a bottle of ibuprofen. You scoop Judith into your arms as you move into the next room, hoping it’ll be different.

This one seems to be staged as a guest bedroom, so you’re not all that surprised when you toss it and find nothing in here, either. The third and final bedroom seems to have belonged to a little girl. The walls are painted a light lavender, there’s a Barbie house in one corner, a toy chest overflowing with dolls and stuffed animals alike on the opposite side.

You search the dresser drawers, finding clothes that are entirely too big for Judith. If you had to guess the girls’ age, it couldn’t be more than three years old. When you open up the closet, you’re met with nothing that’ll help you. Just a bag of toy accessories that are small enough to choke on, and when you pull down an old box, you’re met with a faceful of dust, and nothing even remotely helpful inside of the box.

Judith sneezes, you use your sleeve to brush the dust off of her face.

Well, the good news is that you still have enough supplies to carry you to Terminus. All you have to do is hope that they’ll have something for you there. Or if Rick is there, he’ll be able to step up and take over completely. He might have stopped going out on run’s altogether back at the prison, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a clue on where to find said supplies.

Back in the master bedroom, you shut the door and lock it, laying Judith on the bed. You check the windows, pop the lock, and push it open. It’s wide enough for you to make a quick escape if you need to. For good measure, you kick out the screen that keeps bugs from coming inside. You’d rather be safe than sorry, and the less noise you make on the way out, the better.

You change Judith, prepare her a lukewarm bottle of milk, and then sit on the bed while you feed her. An hour, that’s all you can afford to relax. If you keep walking, then you think you might make it to Terminus by tonight. You’re not sure how they’ll react if you walk up during the early hours of the morning. 

Once you’re done feeding Judith, you rub her back for a few minutes to get her used to the sensation. And then you throw a shirt over your shoulder as you get to burping her. You’ve watched Beth and Rick do it a hundred times, and you’ve done it so many times in the past couple of days, too. You’re supposed to do it during the feeding, which you usually do, but since this is such a small bottle, you decided to wait until the end.

When you’re done, you decide to lay on the bed, carefully positioning Judith on your chest in the hope that she’ll fall asleep faster. You rub her back slowly, staring at the ceiling. You’ll be lucky if she even goes down, especially with how often you’ve been forcing her to sleep lately. You can’t help it.

You close your eyes, thinking about how your arrival at Terminus will go. They’ll probably greet you at the gate, get you situated somewhere comfortable. You’ll ask about Rick, or any small groups that seem to have arrived one after the other lately. And then they’ll lead you straight to your friends, whom you’ll coordinate your next steps with.

It’s right around the corner…

—

The sound of the front door being slammed off its hinges wakes you with a terrifying start. An instant shot of adrenaline hits your body as you move to sit up. You manage to catch Judith before she slides off your chest from the speed you sit up at, blinking rapidly to get the static to go away.

You don’t move just yet, though, listening for another noise to confirm you’re not hearing things. You can see golden sunbeams on the bedroom door, telling you that it’s no longer morning, and it’s creeping into night already. You fell asleep thinking about Terminus and your group, and it was for far much longer than an hour.

The sound of several men laughing downstairs is enough for you to get moving. You carefully lay Judith down on the bed, turning to the baby wrap that’s laying on top of your backpack. You yank it onto your body, trying to tie it securely but quickly, because you will not be caught dead in front of these men.

As you’re putting Judith into the sling, you can hear heavy boots against the wooden stairs. You fix her leg, tucking her head against your chest. You slide open the window, throw your backpack onto the roof, and then scramble over the nightstand to get out of it. You move the screen out of the sight of the window, and shut it for good measure, hurrying to get out of sight.

This creates a new problem on how you’re going to get down. If it were just you, you’d break your legs jumping down onto a semi-soft surface, and then you’d get to running. You have Judith strapped to your body, and even though it would be easiest to go through the house to get out the front door, there’s no way you’ll make it that entire length without fucking up somehow. Whether that be from Judith making a noise, or someone catching you.

You wander along the roof, surveying the areas where you can leave. From what you can tell, the entire group of men are inside of the house. You don’t have to worry about them being outside, for now. Which leaves only one option on how you’re going to get out of here; jumping onto the porch.

You crouch by the front of the house, slowly pulling the backpack off of you, and throwing it down. Most of the important stuff inside of the bag, like food and water, are packaged so that there’s no chance that you’ll waste what’s inside. You were smart enough to do that to her formula after the first sticky situation you came across.

You move the scarf wrap so that it’s holding Judith’s head in place, hoping that it’s enough support. You sit, and then scoot, and hang your legs over the side of the roof, gritting your teeth at the strain and the idea of jostling Judith too much. You let go with one hand, and have enough time to grab Judith before you fall the rest of the way, knees hitting the painted wood painfully hard.

Judith doesn’t cry, and since you can still feel her breathing on your chest, you stand to leave. In that same moment, you can see that the group of men decided to open the living room curtains, allowing them to see the outside. You freeze long enough for you to have a brief staring contest with one of the men inside. 

It was almost a perfect escape.

You turn to leave, hearing him shouting inside. You nearly trip down the porch stairs twice, and barely grab your backpack as you take off running, the front door slamming open once again. Once the backpack is secured on your shoulders, straps pulled tight, you hold Judith’s head while you run deeper into the neighborhood.

It’s fairly diverse, and the further you go, the more walkers you come across. You dodge them, weaving between houses and beaten down backyards. They’re yelling at you, what they’re going to do when they catch you. You grit your teeth, panting heavily as you head in one direction, and then switch to throw them off.

It’s a home stretch when you find the woods, flat-out disappearing inside of them. You hope that the sun sets a little faster, because once the light is gone, it’ll be harder for them to find you, and since they use flashlights, it’ll be easier for you to see them. 

You alternate between running and walking for another hour, trying to find your way back to the train tracks. Eventually you’re forced to stop again to change Judith and set her up for another bottle. You crouch next to a tree, leaning on it for support. Judith sits on your thigh facing away while you pat her back, burping her again.

She’s fussy because of all the jostling from the running, you can’t be mad at her for it. It just means that you’ll have to take it slow from now on and wait for her to fall asleep, if she’ll even do that. You let her sleep when you took that nap yourself, she’s probably not going to go back down.

You close your eyes, letting your head hang. It can’t be that long to Terminus. You’ll walk along the tracks until you find a map, and from there you’ll calculate how far away you must be.

That’s exactly what you do. You hold Judith in your arms, quietly humming songs to her while you walk through the trees, keeping an eye out for the tracks. You can see an abandoned train car, which you make a beeline for immediately. On the outside wall, there’s a map with the path you’re taking highlighted in pink. 

You’re closer to the trainyard than you thought you were, but it’s still going to be a while until you reach it. From here, you need to follow the tracks, they’ll lead you right to Terminus.

The walk there is quiet and eerie. The sun sets the rest of the way, allowing the night creatures to come out. There’s owls and crickets to fill the silence, you’re somewhat grateful for. It’s when the wolves start howling, do you grow nervous about what else might be around you. You take the chance of walking directly on the tracks after that.

You have to take several breaks to keep Judith from screaming her head off. She’s growing tired of you walking for hours on end. You wish she could understand that you’re not doing this to her on purpose. You wish so badly to lay down and go to bed like normal for once, instead of fucking up your sleep schedule. If you could afford to, you would.

You didn’t realize that the group that’s been following you had been so close. You thought that they were further behind, especially because they kept dicking around in every area they passed through. You thought that because of how long you’ve been traveling in the night that it would put them hours behind. 

In the early hours of the morning, when the sun begins to rise again and the sky is turning a lighter shade of navy, you decide to sit down for an hour. You take care of Judith, pinching yourself when you feel the exhaustion dawning on you. You can’t afford to sleep. The Terminus maps are getting more popular, so you have to be getting closer.

You stretch, and eat the last of the food that you’ve been saving. You’ve been drinking out of a jug of water over the past week, and it’s basically done for. It’s the same water you’ve been using for Judith’s bottles. You’re surprised it didn’t run out days ago, and it might have something to do with the fact that you’re drinking out of it sparingly, hoping to avoid going back into another grocery store.

You pick Judith up, and get back to walking for the rest of the day. Despite the fact that it’s getting colder at night, it’s done nothing in the daytime. You’ve got the sun beating down on the side of your face for most of the day, causing a nasty headache to form that only goes away when you relax your face. Which is hard to do with the sun.

It’s a miserable circle.

By the afternoon, you’ve begun to drag your feet, wanting to take another break. You push through because of the last map, telling you that you’re only a couple of miles away now. Judith continues to squirm uncomfortably, making you wince and readjust her, only for her to return to the position.

You stop to change her, and use the last of the water on another bottle that you give her while you walk. She manages to spit up half of it back up and on your shoulder, causing you to pull off your shirt to change into the spare. She begins to cry after that, probably expecting you to stop and take a longer break, rather than ignoring the fact that your favorite shirt was ruined by baby spit up.

You bury it in the leaves. What else are you supposed to do with it? Wash it? As if you have time for that anymore. 

The sun is coming back down when you finally see the fencing through the trees. For the first time in several days, energy and excitement bubble up inside of you. You support Judith in the wrap as you walk faster, eager to see the building that you’ve been walking days to see.

However, as you get closer, you begin to realize that the smoke in the air is coming from the trainyard. Your fingers lace through the fence, face screwing at the sight of Terminus. It’s an eerily familiar sight to a place you lost only a week before. It’s a replica of the prison.

The building is on fire, attracting walkers. The dead are all shuffling inside, trampling over the fence that once protected the place. You can even hear the faint sound of gunfire, the owners trying to protect the place that they had been living in. It’s clear that something bad happened here, and all you can do is hope that your prison group wasn’t inside when it happened.

You can’t help the sigh that leaves your mouth, and you struggle to blink away the tears of frustration when they spring into your eyes. What are you supposed to do now? This was your goal, this was supposed to be the end of you traveling alone. You have Judith, who’s growing increasingly difficult to take care of, since you can’t even do it properly, and you’ve got a group that’s been tailing you for days now. They’re probably not even that far away. It’s only a matter of time before they find you.

You sniff, and wipe away a stray tear, turning away from the fence. You shuffle back to the tracks, because there might have been something that you missed. You stopped paying attention because you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open to be alert if a walker came around. There’s a chance that your group did come through and left a sign for stragglers. 

At this point, anything would be better than nothing.

The hushed sound of voices brings you to a stop, already turning to run. You lower yourself to the ground first, trying to peer through the trees. You need to make sure that it’s the group that’s been on you. You saw a good number of their faces back at the house.

You catch sight of curled hair, the man turns his head enough for you to see the side of his face. The stubble that covers the lower half of his face, the scowl that his mouth is twisted into. It’s a familiar face—it’s your familiar face.

You can’t help leaping to your feet at the sight, starting toward him, “Rick!”

He’s wearing a brown jacket that you don’t recognize, a hard look on his face. He turns stiffly, hands prepared on the automatic in his hands. He’s not the only one you can see from your group. There’s more—everyone. Everyone is here from what you can tell.

A smile breaks over Rick’s face at the sight of you, arms opening to embrace you. You wrap one arm around his body, fighting the sob that’s trying to make its way out of you. You thought that you weren’t going to see him again.

“(Y/n).” Rick murmurs into your hair.

You don’t want to, but you pull away from the hug, grabbing Judith out of the wrap so that he can see her. He’s confused for a moment, it’s not registering, and then his face smooths over, mouth falling open.

“Judith.” He takes her from you.

Carl lets out a choked noise, coming forward to see his baby sister.

“I grabbed her.” You hold onto his jacket, “I’ve been taking care of her, but she hasn’t been making it easy.”

He lets out a laugh, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and letting Carl take her when he reaches. You open your mouth to speak again, when Rick pulls you closer, and then presses his lips to yours.

The movement happens too fast, and you’re barely registering the fact that he’s kissing you for the first time, and his lips are so warm, and you’re so happy that you found him, when he’s pulling away. He doesn’t move too far, only enough for him to speak, whispering against your lips, “Thank you.”

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × OC, Rick Grimes × sister OC

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 3.07

“Aunt Lily! Aunt Lily!” Carl runs towards you holding a green balloon in the shape of a dog; he shows you it proudly. “Look what my dad made me; it’s so cool.”

Smiling, you ruffle his hair. Being surrounded by screaming kids with sticky hands and zero concept of personal space was your idea of hell, but it was worth it to see Carl enjoying his sixth birthday party. His friends from school and a few from his soccer team had attended the party being held in your brother's backyard, and now that the sugar rush and excitement of new toys were catching up with your nephew, his eyes were becoming a lot heavier as his friends started to be picked up by their parents.

You smile, feeling Shane’s lips brush against the curve of your ear. “You want to bail out soon? The little man looks as if he’s about to crash soon, and Lori will rope us into cleaning up.”

“Hmm, what are you thinking?”

Chucking, he kisses the side of your head and then your cheek. “I’m thinking of taking my pretty girl out for dinner and a late-night movie.”

You motion to the cooler full of ice cubes and bottles of beer sitting on the opposite end of the wooden table you were standing beside. “Do you think we could sneak a few of those with us for the movie?”

“That would be stealing, ma’am.”

“Well, I know a few ways to keep out of trouble, deputy.”

Standing up, you smooth out your yellow sundress just as your brothers walk by with a couple of on-duty cops who had dropped by to suck up to Rick by giving Carl a gift. You smile politely at them before leaning back into Shane’s embrace and quietly asking, “You still don’t like them, huh?”

“Rivers and Young?” He finished the dregs in his cup. “The kids have a lot to learn; I wouldn’t want them answering a call for my mom or my girl.”

You knew Shane wasn’t saying this lightly; he often gave rookies the benefit of the doubt.

Groggily, you stare up at the ceiling, feeling devoid of any real emotion as you think back on old memories. Once you had fought to push to the back of your mind because you found thinking of the chain of events that came from that party so upsetting. Jace’s babbling pulls you from your trail of thought. He crawls up onto you, his saliva drooling onto your top. “Thanks, kid.”

He babbles some more, as if he were communicating in his own way.

“Yeah, yeah.” You tickle Jace’s cheek with his finger. His smile lightens your mood slightly. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done, you know that?”

You slide your fingers over Jace’s dark hair as he leans his head on your chest. Sighing, you close your eyes again, but the peacefulness only lasts for a few moments. The second you hear the noise of crutches tapping against the prison flooring, you open your eyes and sit upright.

“Is everything okay, Hershel?”

“How’s your leg feeling today?”

When you returned to the prison, Hershel stitched up your leg to stop the bleeding, but there wasn’t anything he gave you to help ease the pain. “It feels as if it’s getting better, thanks.”

The older man leans against the cell doorway, his eyes crinkled with exhaustion. “I just thought you would want to know Glenn took Carl looking for the breach. They’ve just come back.”

—

You stormed to the other side of the cellblock, where most of your group was gathered. Beth was humming to your niece, Judith, while Glenn explained that they didn’t find the breach. Maggie looks up, surprised when she sees you looking so irritated. She forces a smile. “How’s the little stinker doing?”

“Happy to see you,” you hand her Jace before turning to glare at Glenn. “I told you not to take Carl with you.”

Glenn lets out a frustrated sigh. “Lily, we need to find this breach fast. For all we know, our home could be filled up with walkers or the governor's men at any moment.”

“Exactly, which is exactly why you shouldn’t have taken a thirteen-year-old with you. Carl’s just a kid!” You wave your arm between the two of them and say, "Look at how much blood you are covered in. How many walkers did you need to kill just to get out?”

Glenn shakes his head. Instead of bonding over the trauma you had gone through together, the experience was causing friction between you. Your friendship with Glenn meant a great deal to you, but keeping Jace, Carl, and Judith safe was the most important thing.

Hershel tries to intervene and calmly says, “I still think we should go; we still have time.“

“For the last time, we aren’t running!” Glenn snaps, frustrated.

“We should have grabbed things and left last night; this place isn’t worth dying over.” In your mind, the only reason you had to stay was waiting on Daryl coming back, but you had no idea when he would return, and by then you might have all been slaughtered like cattle by the governor. “We survived living on the road before without any transport. This time, we have multiple cars to use.”

“Last time Hershel had two legs, we didn’t have a screaming baby.”

“What are you even talking about? Jace was with us the entire time, and we survived.”

“Yeah, but we got lucky with Jace not being able to hear loud noises.”

“What did you just say?”

Glenn stares at you with his mouth agape. You glance at Carol and Maggie, who both lower their heads. You are in a constant state of denial, refusing to accept the reality of your situation. Jace’s hearing wasn’t what it should be, but hearing Glenn say it so harshly, it feels like a physical blow to the gut, as if he'd punched you.

“Lil-”

You lick at your dry lips, then turn to face Carl and say, “From now on, you only listen to me or your dad.”

Carl looks like he wants to protest, but he nods without saying anything. You take Jace from Maggie, and in a softer tone, you say, “Right, munchkin, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Lily,” Glenn calls out, “I just meant—”

“Seriously, just leave it.”

—

Standing outside, you lean against one of the cars, watching your brother mumble to himself while wandering outside the prison gates. You had tried to get him to come back inside, but he wasn’t listening. You had left Jace inside to play with the toys Daryl had found under the watchful eyes of Beth. You were well beyond being hacked off; Rick was so damn busy chasing ghosts to even notice how much you needed him; and Daryl was gone. You knew why he was gone, but you were growing tired of feeling so alone.

Hearing voices, you look over your shoulder and see Hershel chasing after Glenn on his crutches. “You’re not going back to Woodbury, are you?”

“No. I’m just going out there.”

“I’ll go with you,” Hershel offers.

“I got it.”

“By yourself? How can you possibly think that’s a good idea?”

“I can’t just sit on my hands,” he resorts defensively. “I’ve got to do something to keep Maggie and everyone else here safe. I’ve already failed once.”

“Glenn, nobody blames you for what happened to you and Lily. There was no way you could have known what would happen; there was no way to prevent it.”

“With Daryl gone and Rick wandering crazy towns, I’m the next in charge.”

“Like hell you are,” you frown, making your presence known. “You want to keep Maggie safe, then be here to do it. I get that you’re mad and frustrated because I’m the exact same, but we can’t be making rash decisions.”

Glenn brushes by you and opens the car door without saying a word.

“We’ve already lost Shane, Lori, T-dog... I don’t want you to be the next person we lose.”

Without even glancing back at you and Hershel, he drives off.

—

You and Rick exchange a look as Hershel tries to talk some sense into him, but you knew from the look in his eyes that he was too far gone to register the advice on grief the older man was giving him. Sighing, you go to the wired-up hole in the fence and start to untie it. You’d be damned if you were leaving him as walker bait any longer; he might not have listened to you before, but now you weren’t giving him a choice.

“Lily, stay behind the fence. It’s dangerous out here.”

“No shit-”

A bullet whizzes past your ear, narrowly missing as it skims the top of your shoulder. The sound of gunfire fills the air as you frantically scan the area for the source. Adrenaline pumping, you grab hold of Hershel and pull him with you as you drop to the ground, heart racing in your chest.

Your brother's pained voice echoes loudly, “Lily!”

You feel the heat from where the bullet grazed your skin, leaving a burning sensation. Your vision blurs momentarily as you struggle to focus amidst the chaos.

“Rick, you need to get back inside the fence!”

Using the long grass of the field in the prison yard as cover, you roll onto your stomach and peak up to see the direction of the shooter and see three different men. The governor is one of them.

Son of a bitch.

Rick was pinned down, and you could hear bullets coming from the opposite side of the courtyard, which meant they had someone right outside the prison. The governor was firing bullets into the air; the way he was wasting bullets meant he had a vast supply. You watch in horror as a van crashes through the fence, and you duck down lower to avoid being seen by hun.

The stench of decay hits your nose, and at the same time, the sound of snarling hits your ears, and you realize the drivers realized walkers into the field.

“Lily, Hershel, get the hell out of there!”

Hershel fires at the undead, trying his best to keep them at bay. Knowing you don’t have many bullets left, you grip the cold, rusted pole that’s lying on the ground and use it to stab Walker in the head. With so many undead people surrounding him, the governor and his men retreat.

“Fuck, there are too many of them!”

More walkers enter the field, attracted by all the noise, their eyes filled with hunger and malice. You can see their twisted limbs and rotting skin as they approach. Another wave of dread courses through you when you hear another vehicle course through, but thankfully it was Glenn returning and not another van full of walkers.

He pulls the truck over, and Michonne, who you didn’t even realize was in the field, jumps inside, then Glenn drives it over to where you are. Hearing a cry for help, watch as Rick backs up against the fence, trying to fight off multiple walkers at once.

“No, no, no!” You try to run to him, but Glenn and Michonne drag you back and force you into the truck. “We need to go back; we can’t leave him!”

“He’s not alone!”

When the vehicle approaches the prison yard, Maggie and Carl open the gate to let the truck through. Soon as it stops, you jump and hug Carl. “Are you okay? You hurt?”

“No, but you are.”

“I’m okay, we’re okay.” You look around and notice Axel’s body laying on the ground, he had been shot in the head. “Carl, go back instead and stay with Jace and Judith, okay?”

“I’ll go with him,” Beth says, and the two of them go back inside.

You walk as close as you can to the fence without a walker being able to reach you through the holes, and you watch as Daryl and Merle fight off walkers alongside your brother.

Glenn taps your good shoulder and says, “You should get inside so Hershel can check you over.”

“I’ll wait… Thanks for saving our asses.”

“Always,” he says, giving you a knowing look. “What the hell happened?”

“Whatever this was, it’s only the beginning.”

[hillbillyoracle]

Getting Moving When You’re Stuck in a Small Room

I like sharing my notes with people and I’ve heard from a few people that I am not the only person who is disabled, living with high conflict people, or just stuck spending a lot of time in one room generally. These resources are also great for people who are depressed or just need a low barrier to exercise generally.  

Framework: For me, movement is a bit like the old school food pyramid. The bottom is gentle cardio/walking, the middle is strength, and the top is stretching and enjoyable activities. I put most of my time and effort into maintaining a walking practice and less as I go up. It might help to know that walking done indoors generally takes longer than walking done outdoors. More frequent movement breaks throughout the day might be more helpful and bearable than one big chunk. 

Mindset: I think it’s also important to keep in mind that none of these are going to “fix you”. They’re not a thing to beat yourself up for not doing. Every time you choose to do a little more movement in your day, you’re planting a seed. You don’t lose that seed just because you didn’t exercise for the last several days, weeks, months, or even years. The more you plant, eventually some of them will sprout into fruitful benefits - but just planting one is better than not planting any. Because even one has more opportunity to bring you benefit - planting none can’t don’t do that. You planted that seed and nothing can take that away from you.

So here are some resources I use for getting more movement in with about 2′ x 6′ of clear space in my room (total space 8′ x 8′; full bed and book shelves).

Get Fit with Rick - Walking Workouts

Get Fit with Rick was my lightbulb moment. It was about a year into the pandemic. Conflict with my partner was keeping me from wanting to so much as pass her in the hallway to get to the door some days so I started researching what was possible to do indoors. So many workouts required equipment, were loud if you were in an apartment, or were boring as hell. 

But some how I stumbled onto Rick Bhuller’s walking workouts and it felt honestly a little bit life changing. It was something I could do with headphones in, quietly, in my own space. 

I like his music taste, he gives you variations so you can make it harder or easier as you need, and it doesn’t require much space. Some moves don’t work in my extremely small usable area now, but I can still get through most of the workouts without having to change much. His 5k step workouts are on the higher end of what he does so if you need a shorter workout he’s got you covered. 

While he does mention weight loss on occasion, it’s not his focus. He has a very positive coaching style that really just encourages you to have fun with it.  

Hybrid Calisthenics - Strength/Bodyweight Workouts

I fucking love Hampton. 

He’s got such a lovely energy and is an incredibly positive and resilient person. When it comes to this workout videos, he focuses building a foundation for healthy functional movement and preventing injury. He teaches bodyweight progressions and doesn’t make any one progression the goal. 

While his pullup methods might not work in a very small space, everything else has for me. I can do it all on a yoga mat that fits in my little walkway. For the pullups, I replace them with rows that I do with a milk jug filled with water to at least get something in. I might look into kettlebells as I get stronger. Hoping he’ll make a video at some point with some variations. 

I still struggle with strength training but I’m the most consistent I’ve ever been thanks to his positive and adaptive style of teaching. 

His website is probably the most accessible way to get into his content. 

Dayana Wang - Workouts in Bed

Content warning with her stuff that much of it uses dated and toxic weight loss language so if you find that triggering I would skip her videos. 

But if you can tolerate that, her bed workouts are really helpful! I did these when pain was keeping me from getting out of bed. I’d just follow along until I couldn’t anymore. I slept better and felt better and my flares were a little shorter as a result. 

Take care not to strain yourself with some of the moves. Depending on the firmness of your bed, some might not be advisable. 

She has some bed workouts for different areas - arms, core, legs, etc - so if you have an injury in one area, you can always follow a workout for the others. 

But overall, excellent resource for bedbound folks. 

Yoga with Adrienne - Yoga/Stretching

Who hasn’t heard of Yoga with Adriene at this point? 

She’s a favorite for a reason. She really does have videos for every skill level. I really enjoyed what I was able to complete of her 30 days of Yoga series that she has. It’s a great spot to jump in to her channel and get a sampling of her different offerings. 

What I most like to use her videos for are for stress relief stretches. I can’t really get into yoga personally but her hip, back, and neck progressions have been wildly helpful. Her bedtime yoga videos are also a treat. 

Hope this helps someone out there or at least saves them a little time! I really felt like I was wondering around in the dark on this a few years ago so I really hope this spares someone that experience. 

[the-dixon-effect]

When you know, you know Part 1

A/N: my first ever fic! i was excited to write this as i have only ever written poetry and short stories and i wanted to do something TWD-related and also write about bae daryl dixon.

pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

words: 1.2k

warnings: very angsty!

update: you can now find part 2 here!

The two of you sat with your backs up against the wall, simply enjoying each other's presence. Despite Daryl's familiar company, you couldn't shake the same feeling you'd had since you'd known about Leah - the same pang of jealousy, the same slight disappointment. You and Daryl were best friends, it had never gone beyond that. However, you couldn't help but imagine yourself in his arms, waking up next to him every day, hands draped around his neck, perfectly intertwined. You supposed that you two would sort of just end up together one day, and life would go on as normal, whatever that 'normal' might be.

That was all until Daryl went away, looking for Rick after he disappeared. Time seemed to go by slower without him by your side, as he always used to be. This emptiness didn't go unnoticed by you, who secretly yearned for his presence in your life again. Evenings spent together with a bottle of whiskey and warm company turned into monthly conversations over the bank of a river, and daily interactions turned into occasional letters, begging him to come home. What you hadn't thought of, however, was the possibility that he had found someone else out there, someone who took care of him in ways you couldn't, in ways you wished you could.

You sat, observing the cabin in which Daryl and Leah had shared.

"What colour was her hair?" you said, breaking the silence, with the slightest smile shaping the curve of your lips.

"... it was red. Why'd ya ask?" he said in his low tone.

"Don't know. Just tryna picture the bitch who stole my best friend," you said with a slight giggle. He smiled at this. Daryl sorely regretted leaving you and he wished that he could tell you, or make it up to you somehow.

There was silence for a moment. "What if you came back home and I was with someone else?" you began with bravery.

"What- what are ya asking me?" Daryl replied.

"What if- what if you came back and I was gone? Or dead?" He turned to look at you, hair falling over his eyes and his brows furrowed. His heart sank at the thought of losing you, but he had to say something now or else he might just lose you by ruining your relationship. Perhaps he had underestimated how much you missed him while he was gone, he didn't believe anyone was capable of missing him as much as you seemed to.

"I- I dunno. I guess I woulda blamed myself." It was his fault. Shit. It could've been his fault. The realisation that you could've died and he wasn't there to protect you suddenly clouded his thoughts, and the guilt of leaving you behind consumed him.

"But it wasn't your fault. I know how you always blame yourself, for everything, but this time, it wouldn't have been your fault, Daryl. Because you weren't there." Your eyes had glassed over, and the pit in your stomach rose again, like it had done every time over those six long years that you were reminded of Daryl's absence. You were resentful, and angry at him for leaving, you had every right to be. Maybe it wasn't that he'd left. Maybe you were simply jealous that he'd found someone better.

He'd gone quiet, and the warm atmosphere had faded. He wanted to defend himself, he wanted to defend Leah and the times they'd had together, but a part of Daryl knew he couldn't speak it out loud, not to you, anyway. Despite his fond memories of her, Leah had left him, leaving no good reason why, either. For now, he wanted to be right here with you, but he didn't want to have to explain himself, not like this. But how could you forgive him. How could you two just pick up where you left off, and expect to build your relationship from there without at least addressing the six-year-gap that was filled with only heartache and discomfort? "I missed you. I really, really missed you, Daryl. Like, I had to shape my life around this empty space that you left, for six years!" Daryl was in disbelief at your words. His heart was sinking in real time and there was nothing he could do to go and change the past. How could he have done this to you?

You couldn't meet his eyes. All the emotion that you had felt since he left was coming out and there were now tears staining your cheeks. It almost felt like he didn't care, yet you could sense he did. Daryl was never all that brilliant with words, but in this moment, they failed him completely.

"Ya mean that?" he spoke, quietly.

"What, you think I'm just saying what you wanna hear? 'Cause I don't know what you wanna hear, Daryl!" In this moment, it was like every thought you'd ever had about Daryl was going to come out, and it was getting harder and harder to stop yourself. "I never know what you wanna hear! Hell, I thought you forgot about me. So tell me, what do you wanna hear?" You looked at him, for the first time in a while. He stared back, blankly.

What you didn't know is that he felt the exact same, that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. And for the best part of six years, he wished he was at home, with you, where he should have been.

"I'm in love with you, Daryl, come home and start a family with me." You said, sarcastically, as though you were mocking the very part of you that wanted to say those things. You swiftly wiped away your tears and collected yourself.

A thought popped into his head. His eyes lingered on your face as you broke the eye-contact and looked down at your fingers, which you fiddled with for a moment before he broke the silence,

“An’ what about those times where I had to sit and watch?” he began defensively, yet still as soft as before.

“What do you mean?”

“Ya know what I mean. Shane, Aidan. When you and your little boyfriends went frolickin’ ‘bout the place like nothin’ mattered,” Daryl had remembered the times he almost felt sick to his stomach having to watch you parade about alongside your latest romantic interest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Daryl.”

“Ya know what I’m talking about jus’ fine.” Oh.

Oh.

Daryl had been just as jealous as you were.

He could almost see the cogs turning in your head. He had mentioned Shane, who you had been involved with a long, long time ago. How long had Daryl felt this way?

You looked up him, at a loss for words. Such a strange feeling choked the air, and you suddenly felt a little sick. “Daryl, I’m sorry. I have to go to bed.” You got up off floor and the left the dusty living room to find yourself any space where you couldn’t feel his eyes on you from across the room. This was certainly not the way your love confession was supposed to go, you thought to yourself.

[uselesslexbian]

the last olympian by rick riordan sentence starters.

i know the timing is bad. but it's always bad for you, isn't it?

is he giving you a hard time?

i'm glad you're not dead.

her pride has been wounded. she'll calm down eventually.

what do you want me to say?

you run away from things when you're scared.

you're a coward.

you are better off without that traitor.

you can't prevent a prophecy.

you have your father's eyes.

promise me you'll be safe.

is that why you're here - to warn me against going?

thanks for not freaking out.

i can't do it without you.

please. it would mean a lot. for old times' sake?

excuse me, but if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?

well, this one has an attitude.

and why should i trust you?

we have to get out of here.

you're not getting away from me that easily.

you mean you don't trust me anymore.

you're the only person who might be able to get him to listen.

you're looking at me funny.

we could use a fighter like you.

you're a part of our family now. and i promise i won't let anything hurt you.

i'm not going to fail you like our families did us.

i promise everything will be okay. nothing's going to hurt you.

you should've left that subject alone.

you should've saved him when you had the chance. you're the only one who could have.

i bet my adventures were more dangerous than yours.

i don't want anything to happen to you.

don't i get a kiss for good luck? it's kind of a tradition, right?

you're cute when you're worried.

you are not going to die while i owe you a favor.

why did you take that knife?

you would've done the same for me.

you don't know my family. please, i can't lose you.

all i want is respect.

you don't love me.

what's going to happen to me?

if you love me, tell me.

i was just about to wake you.

i always mess things up.

that's what i do. i help my friends.

you stupid aphrodite girl.

you're not dying.

well... sure good to be together again. arguing. almost dying. abject terror.

you've done enough. i want you to stay here and help with the wounded.

you're not going to do anything stupid, are you?

do you love death so much you wish to experience it?

you have to trust me.

you promised.

you always pushed yourself too hard.

did you love me?

you got something to say to me?

you're laughing at me.

you are so not making this easy.

i am never, ever going to make things easy for you. get used to it.

oh, come on. is there no privacy?

you are so going to lose.

[catt-leya]

Hey lovely!

Could I request a fic that happens when they get attacked by the Claimers and Rick bites the neck of the leader of.

I’m curious about how you will portray readers reaction! Like shocked or scared ( or turned on, I mean nobody can deny that he’s hot full of blood)

Take your time babe!

Thannks💖

Surrender (18+) || Rick Grimes

Thank you so much for motivating me to write this because I think it's one of my favorite fics I've EVER written💗

For me personally, it's a little highlight and I'm proud of how it turned out 💗

It's a good dose of pain, fluff and angst with my well known smut 👀

Have fun sweeties 💗💗💗

Trigger: Mention of rape and my smutty stuff

For the hundredth time, I brush my long hair out of my face and curse the hair band that gave up this morning.

My fidgeting draws the attention of my fiancé to me.

He walks a few steps ahead of me through the woods with Michonne in an attempt to lead us to a place called 'Terminus' and now looks back over his shoulder at me, "Come here, babe."

Michonne and he stop and I walk up to him grumbling, "What is it?"

This whole situation annoys me beyond belief. Just a little while ago we could call a prison home and now that it's all been razed to the ground, all of our friends are either dead or scattered elsewhere and we're traipsing around after some tracks for hours AND I want to shave my head bald right now.

As soon as I'm near him, he grabs my arm and pulls me to him.

Annoyed, I roll my eyes, "Rick, unless you have a razor blade and you're going to cut my hair off, let's just keep walking."

Normally I love it, when he touches me, but right now I don't feel like doing anything at all and just want a roof over my head.

Instead of letting go of me, he turns my back to him, "I think I have a better idea."

Frowning, I look at Michonne, who looks at us like we're the cutest thing in the whole world. I've long gotten used to being looked at like that by our friends and I'm proud of it.

I met Rick at the very beginning when we were still stuck in Atlanta and over time we've gotten closer and closer. At first it was just about sex, but that night at the C.D.C. when Rick was drunk and sleeping with me, the first 'I love you' slipped from his lips and when we both realized how we felt about each other, it didn't stop at that one 'I love you'.

We became a committed couple and to be honest I didn't expect more because I already had everything I could want. But one night when I was on a shift at the guard tower with Rick, he pulled a ring out of his pocket and asked me if I wanted to be his wife.

We both realized that in this world, wearing a ring doesn't mean much anymore, but Rick admitted that he liked the thought of me wearing a ring and others seeing that I was taken. That I belong to him.

How could I have said 'no' to that?

I love him so much I didn't have to think any further and now here I am, impatiently twirling the ring on my finger, "And what would that glorious idea be? I know you love my long hair. I do too, but it's annoying."

Gently, he takes my hair back down my back and says softly, "Wait a minute."

I still look at Michonne questioningly because she's the only one who sees what he's up to, but I can't read anything in her face.

So I sigh softly and wince when I hear something snap, "What are you doing?"

Rick doesn't answer me and instead takes my hair and ties it up with something so it finally stops falling in my face.

I hold still until he says, "Done," his voice dripping with pride.

Surprised, I turn to him and reach behind me at the same time to find out what he used to tie my hair up.

My gaze slides over his body and lingers on the hem of his shirt, which now doesn't look intact.

I reach for it and shake my head in disbelief, "This was your plan?"

He shrugs, "I don't want you to be unhappy and it's just a shirt. I'm sure we'll find some new clothes soon."

In thanks, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly on the lips, "Thank you."

I move my face a little away from him to release my lips from his, but he leans down and follows me to intensify the kiss.

Giggling, I slide my hand between us and press a finger to his mouth to stop him from sliding his tongue between my lips, "We have an audience."

Behind me, I hear Michonne murmur, "At least one who has consideration for me."

Moaning softly, Rick closes his bright eyes and murmurs, so softly that only I can hear, "I'm underfucked, babe. I'm starting to lose it, and your tight jeans aren't really helping."

In fact, it also feels like it's been forever since we last had sex, but so far there just hasn't been an opportunity to change that and I whisper back softly, "Sorry, but I quite like the jeans."

He gives a pained laugh and then says to Michonne as well, "We should get on the road. Maybe we can find a car there."

With the makeshift hair band, I'm in a much better mood and reach for Rick's hand.

It's so natural that he automatically slips his fingers through mine and we make our way hand in hand to the street.

In fact, we don't even have to walk far, and a car appears in the middle of the road.

Unfortunately it doesn't look like it will start, but with the car we would at least have some kind of roof over our heads now that the sun is setting and the trees around us are casting longer shadows.

We build a makeshift camp with a small campfire, which is slowly but steadily burning down and I crawl inside the car.

The old car seats are the most comfortable surface I've been allowed to place my butt on in a long time and I look at Rick and Michonne with half-closed eyes.

The last glow caresses his face immensely and my heart warms all over at the thought that I was so lucky that he chose me.

That in this world where everything is terrible, I was given the luck to meet the love of my life.

Who knows if we would have even met before if everything had gone differently.

Maybe I would still be trapped in my job that I hated and dating the same idiotic men who never respected me, let alone loved me as genuinely as Rick does.

Smiling, I look down at the ring on my finger and daydream when I hear a strange voice.

Alarmed, I look up and my heart slips into my pants.

A guy I've never seen before is holding a gun to my fiancé's head and Michonne is also being targeted by another.

I briefly think about sliding under the seat to figure out a way to get them out of there, but before I can finish the thought, the car door is yanked open and a guy grabs me.

I try to get away from him, but the guy lifts me out of the car, unfazed, and I hear Rick hiss, "Let her go."

The guy's paws dig into my hip and I try to kick at him.

He loses his balance and with me in his arms, he goes down.

As soon as we hit the ground, I try to get away from him, oblivious to the pain.

But he spins me around to face him and pushes me to the ground with all his weight.

Afraid of missing something and making the situation worse, I don't dare look in Rick's direction and I don't dare taking my eyes off the guy above me, which is why I only hear Rick's menacing voice: "It was me. It was me alone. They had nothing to do with it."

I have no idea what Rick is actually talking about, but I'm also way too busy trying to stop the asshole from pushing my legs apart and growling, "Let go of me."

Out of the corner of my eye I see Daryl appear out of nowhere and I don't care where he came from so suddenly, I just want him to talk these guys into letting us go.

I snap along something about "take mine", that's when the asshole leans over me and whispers with hellish breath, "I bet you'll be a really good fuck."

Pure adrenaline pumps through my veins and I try to push him away.

All I can think of is, please don't.

But he just grabs my arms and presses them against the floor above my head.

I barely register two men going at Daryl and realize how hopeless my situation is.

Every now and then Rick would also hold my hands above my head during sex and not even with all his strength.

Still, I could never budge and was forced to stay put.

The guy above me probably weighs twice as much as Rick and there I see no chance of getting away from him.

Again I hear Rick, "Let her go."

Tears unintentionally come to my eyes and I let go.

The more I struggle, the worse it gets and I immediately hear the guy unzip his pants, "You might even like it."

I think about Rick getting shot and me getting raped and then dying too.

The guy moves his hand a little and comes up against the ring, which draws his attention to it and he calls out to the man holding the gun against Rick's head, "The little bitch is wearing an engagement ring."

The asshole with Rick laughs, "Is that your little girl? This just gets better and better. First we kill Daryl, then we kill the bitch next to you, then we share your whore. Only then I'll shoot you. But don't worry, maybe we'll keep the chick. She's hot."

Tears run down my cheeks and I look that first to Rick.

His gaze is firmly fixed on me and I make up my mind that I will not break eye contact, no matter what should happen.

I feel the hard cock of the asshole above me against my thigh and silently form with my lips, "I love you."

Something in Rick's gaze changes and before I can even blink, he throws his head back and hits the guy behind him in the gut.

The shot that goes off passes and suddenly everything happens so fast.

Rick is on his feet, then gets knocked down and then somehow gets back to his feet.

Everyone stares at the two men and the brief hope I had is washed away as the asshole grabs Rick and won't let him go.

I wonder if I'm going to lose my fiancé now and the guy is going to rape me in the pool of Rick's blood.

Suddenly something happens that I didn't see coming.

Something no one saw coming.

Rick bites the guy's throat and rips it out with his teeth.

The guy above me freezes and I'm too perplexed to free myself.

Michonne and Daryl, however, use the moment to kill the others and I stare down at my fiancé, who spits out his throat and turns in my direction, covered in blood.

I can't take my eyes off him as he takes the hunting knife from his victim and fixes the guy above me, "He's mine."

That's the moment the guy wakes up from his stupor and stands up frantically. He takes a step backward, and Rick is already on him, stabbing.

Not just once, no, he stabs again and again, gutting my potential rapist.

Rick lets him fall to the ground and turns directly to me.

I can claim never to have been afraid of him, but the moment his eyes meet mine and I see that insane look, I flinch and it's a reflex as I begin to crawl backwards away from him.

The threatening rape and what I saw, make me back away from him more and more and only then he blinks several times.

Surprised, he drops the knife carelessly and his voice is harsher than it's ever been before, "Babe?"

He takes a step toward me and I slide back even further.

You could call it self-preservation instinct that I'm backing away from a much larger bloodied man who just a few seconds ago looked like he would just kill everything and everyone.

Slowly he drops to his knees and when he is no longer towering over me, my brain slowly picks up on what he is saying softly, "You know I would never hurt you right?"

I stare at his beard, normally streaked with gray and now glowing the deepest red.

No words escape my lips and he reaches out his bloody hand to me, "Babe, please. I would never hurt you. I love you."

Slowly his words get through to me and I push forward a little to reach for his with a shaky hand.

The relief in his eyes is impossible to miss as I let him pull me to my feet and he tries to speak to me as calmly as possible, "You're scared of me."

It's not a question, but a simple statement.

As soon as he realizes I'm standing securely, he immediately lets go of me and again says incredibly gently, "Please don't be afraid of me."

Now that I'm standing, I finally get my breath back and I can think reasonably clearly again.

I see the worry in his gaze and how tense his body is because he has to restrain himself from touching me and giving me the space I need.

I know he would never hurt me and I know he saved me and the others.

It's just the way he did it that I've never seen him do before, and in fact, I didn't think he was capable of such savage violence.

Slowly but steadily, my heart calms and I quietly clear my throat, "I know."

Rick looks like I've lifted a weight of a thousand tons off his shoulders and asks, "Can I give you a hug? I…I just want to hold you."

I don't even care that I'm soaking myself with blood as I fall into his arms, and that's when all the dams break on me and I shuffle against his chest.

My whole body shakes and Rick strokes my back reassuringly, "It's all right. I won't let anything happen to you."

I dig my fingers into his shirt and push myself even closer to him. Shorting, I breathe, "I thought he was going to shoot you. Oh my god. I thought we were all going to die."

Again and again he strokes my head and I hear him talking to Daryl and Michonne.

A short time later, turning to me, he murmurs, "Daryl and Michonne are moving the bodies and looking for something edible. Let me take you to the car."

Gently, he lifts my head and brushes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb, "It's all right."

Slowly I nod and let him lead me to the back seat of the car.

Rick opens the door for me and I quietly slide into the seat. As I look at him, I still can't believe we're all alive and that he really bit that guy's throat out.

It's starting to hit just how much the world can change you and what one person in need can be capable of.

What Rick did for me and the others is incredible and in a very morbid way it turned me on a little bit too.

Seeing him blow his last fuse is extremely scary and irritatingly, extremely hot.

It may be that it's the panic slowly subsiding and giving way to other feelings, but as he takes a step back, I reach for his hand, "Come here."

Because he would do anything for me, he approaches me again and I try to pull him to the back seat and thus to me, but he stops and says, "I need to wash up and you're still in shock, babe" in a soft voice.

Despite his words, I pull him towards me in a more determined way and he loses his balance at least enough to have to brace himself to the left and right of my legs to keep his face from landing on my stomach.

I grab his face with both hands and whisper, "I don't care and I'm fine. I need you now, Rick."

He takes a faltering breath, "I…Babe…You can't really want this right now. Not after that asshole almost…I mean and after what I did…I could understand if I disgusted you and you didn't want to let me touch you anymore."

I stroke his still damp beard, "I want you to touch me though, Rick."

The uncertainty in his eyes almost hurts me and when he says, "I saw how scared you were of me" my heart breaks.

Without thinking, I open my lips to explain, but he shakes his head, "I'm so sorry I scared you and I'm not sure how I'm going to make it up to you by burying you under me in this little car and you'll probably barely be able to move."

I release my hands from his face and reach for the button of my jeans instead and have to smile when he fixes his gaze on it and mumbles hoarsely, "Babe, please. I don't want you to feel constricted."

I lift my hips and pull my pants over my butt, "You won't hurt me or make me do anything. I'm not afraid of not being able to move under you either. I trust you and now I'm asking you to trust me too when I say I love you and want to feel you on top of me."

Unsure, he looks up at me and I reach for his chin, "Please, Rick."

For a brief moment I think he's going to get up, but he does carefully push himself over me.

He was also right that the car is pretty small and once he's completely over me, he can just barely brace himself without hitting the back of his head against the ceiling and his hip stays heavily on top of me.

Skeptically he looks me in the eye and I give in to the impulse I have and brush the curls that frame his face out of his face.

He closes his eyes and murmurs, "Is that okay?"

Gently, I move my hip against his and breathe, "More than okay."

When he looks at me again, his eyes light up and he reaches for my hand to breathe a kiss on my ring, "I love you. I love you so much. When I saw that asshole touch you and you looked at me, I lost it. I stopped thinking and wanted you to be safe."

I release my hand from his and reach for his face again to pull it to me and before I kiss him I whisper, "I know."

Just the first touch of our lips makes Rick groan and he can't hold himself up properly.

With a soft gasp, he lowers his torso further down on me and murmurs against my lips, "If it gets too much for you, I'll stop. I promise"

I know that too and put my head to the side so that he has access to my neck.

His lips glide over my heated skin and with every second I forget what got us into this situation in the first place.

I forget what Rick did and I forget what was almost done to me.

All I can think about are Rick's lips at the base of my breasts and his cock pressing hard against me.

He tries to balance on one arm to get my panties off, but the back seat is too narrow and he loses his balance, causing him to slip away and lie on top of me with his full weight.

Instead of panicking, though, I have to laugh and when Rick sees this, life returns to his eyes, "Sorry, babe."

Chuckling, I push him up by the shoulders, "Let me do it."

While I more or less blindly try to undress us enough for Rick to fuck me, he spreads little kisses all over my skin.

From my nose to my jaw, down to my neck, causing a strange mixture of amusement and arousal in me.

Awkwardly, I slide his pants, including boxers, over his butt and somehow try to arrange my legs so he can push himself inside me.

When his cock presses against my pussy, I moan softly and Rick smothers the sound with a kiss.

This time I don't stop him either as he presses his tongue between my lips and sinks into me at the same time.

Feeling him inside me after all this time is all I need to gasp his name and jerk myself tighter around him.

I'm trying to loosen my muscles and get used to his thickness when Rick hisses, "Holy shit. I can't take this for long."

I manage a quiet, "Sorry" and relax more with each passing second as he just waits motionless inside me.

I adjust myself as best I can under him and feel him twitch inside me before I kiss him gently and whisper, "Okay."

His blue eyes dance over my face as he pulls back and then sinks back into me.

Lovingly, I reach into his hair and pull him down to me so that my lips touch his ear, "You don't have to hold back."

I feel him tremble and press his hips harder against mine so I can feel everything of him.

Every little movement and twitch.

Instead of looking at me again, he buries his face against my neck, and there's something so intimate about the gesture that my abdomen starts to glow.

I feel his heavy breathing and how he is trying to give me what I need and not come himself already before me.

It's unusual to see him struggling for self-control like this, and the fact that he has to struggle like this himself turns me on beyond belief.

I bury my fingers in his curls and moan softly, "Harder. Please."

Just like always, he does what I ask and I hear him gasp muffled, "You are my world. I can't live without you."

I can't believe, his words make me rebel, causing my clit to bump against him and without warning the knot in my abdomen loosens and my pussy pulses around his cock.

He can't stand that either and I hear him almost whimper "Oh God" and he comes jerking inside me and lifts his face to kiss me messily.

When he takes a quick breath, I seize the moment and press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, making him laugh softly, "I really should get out of this small car."

I playfully nudge him in the side, "I have to admit, this is starting to make me feel like a truck is parked on top of me."

Shaking his head he tries to get out of the car, "Well thank you very much."

He looks at me and the problem with that is he can't see when the car roof stops and he straightens up way too soon.

Before I can warn him his head is already banging against the roof and he hisses, "Shit car" while rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

Sighing, he gets dressed again and I also peel myself back into my clothes, which isn't much easier than undressing in the back seat.

Decently dressed, Rick reaches out his hand and helps me back out of the car, "You okay?"

Smiling, I shake my head, "Stop it already. I'm fine," and take his hands in mine.

The way the blue in his eyes grows warm never gets old and I know I will love him forever no matter what he does.

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