#day 6: redneck

[sunrisesfromthewest]

First Encounter

|Summary: Your first encounter with Armando; based off of that one scene from bad boys ride or die. | Warnings: Getting shot at/slight suggestive language/Curse words/Slight Movie Spoilers | Trope: One sided interest or Enemies to Lovers| Notes: Hopefully you guys enjoy it's my first-time writing a x reader. | (Y/N/N=Your Nickname)

Here's all the parts I have so far: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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After seeing the news about your dad, Uncle Mike, and some guy, you decided to leave work early. Confused on why there all the sudden wanted fugitives,you quickly drive over to Dorns place knowing that he’ll have answers.

Parking your car, you grab your purse and make your way towards his lake house. Since you hang out with him and Kelly 24/7 outside of work, you just walk in without knocking.    Which was a mistake on your end because not even a second later you’re being shot at, and you could hear a few people yell in shock.  Dropping to the floor you curse and yell "It's me stop fucking shooting it’s me Y/N!”  Looking up you see Kelly pointing the gun at the place you were just standing at with a shock expression.  “Girl what the hell you got going on” you said, scared to stand up.  Lowering her gun she said “OMG, Y/N, I’m so so—” Before she could finish you hear “Oh lord, you shooting at my baby!", recognizing the voice you look around to spot your father Marcus, running towards you with a worried look.

As he’s checking over you, you hear him sigh with relief after seeing you were fine. " Dad? what the fuck is going on!", standing up you dust off your nurse uniform, with a confused expression. 

Looking around the room you noticed shocked expressions from Dorn and Kelly who had put her gun down. Spotting Uncle Mike and the man that was with him on the news your eyes squint even more, Tryna put two to two together.    “Y/N/N, aren’t you supposed to be at work, "Marcus says confused on why his daughter was there.  Still shaking up from being shot at you say, “I was at work but when I was making my rounds with my patients, I seen you guys on the news ......but shit! I should be asking the questions! why are you, Uncle Mike and this dude, wanted fugitives …. matter of fact," turning towards the man, "Who are you?”.    Seeing the man smirk he says," Someone you can get well acquainted with.”  Just as you’re about to say something smart, your dad cuts in dramatically "Aye hell nah man! No hitting on my daughter, Mike get your son!” 

Shocked you run your eyes over the Latino man which you can now see have some of Mike's features, “Uncle Mike since when you have a son, and why the hell is he dressed up like a redneck.”  Running your eyes frantically over their forms you back up while pointing your hands at them and say, “matter of fact why are you all dress up like that.”  Feeling your dad pull you aside to calm you down, he explains everything that happened these past few days.    After getting the run down on what was going on, you rub at your eyes with a stressed sigh." So that’s Armando," you said shaking your head "I would’ve pulled my gun out as well if I’ve seen him, dad didn’t he almost kill you and Uncle Mike!", you said feeling frustrated about the situation.  “Y/n,I know this is awkward, but he has evidence to prove that Captain Conrad is innocent.”  Sighing again “Okay, fine but if he tries some shit just know Imma make him taste the rainbow.”  Hearing laughter you look back to see the Latino leaning against the kitchen counter looking at you with a smirk on his face.  Seeing your father look at you with a don’t do it expression made you huff and ignore Armando’s laughter.    Before you could move to grab your purse off the floor your dad stops you again and whispered, "How long Kelly and Dorn been messing around, "letting out a short laugh you say, “For a minute now”  Seeing your father smirk, and send a look to Mike, you knew they were up to no good but chose to ignore it.

Walking to the door to grab your purse and its spilled contents you feel eyes on you, gazing up you see Armando watching you with an unreadable expression. Rolling your eyes you pick up the rest of your stuff, but as you reach for your lip gloss, a hand grabs it.    Looking up your face to face with the Latino himself, annoyed you extend your hand out, while raising an eyebrow.  Watching his amused expression, you sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Boy if you don’t give me my stuff,Imma punch you in the throat." Hearing him chuckle made you more agitated, but you kept your cool. As he holds out the gloss to you with a smirk you huff and reach out to snatch it, only for him to pull it back in a teasing manner.

Looking at him as if he’s grown two heads, you’re about to cuss him out when he says”Demasiado bonita para una boca como esa”.  Furrowing your eyebrows you say “What?”    Armando’s smirk widens as he says, “I said to pretty for a mouth like that.”  Scoffing you snatch your lip gloss out his hands, putting it in your purse as you stand up and say, “First of all, my mouth is only like this because you almost killed my dad not too long ago, and secondly I can say whatever the fuck I want cause last I checked imma grown women.”  Watching his eyes glance down at your body, you hear a low whistle, "You sure are, but if you ever wanna fix that mouth of yours, "he pauses allowing his pretty brown eyes to trail back up to yours,”aquí estaré mami” (I’ll be here mommy) 

Shocked slightly at his boldness, you say “Boy if you don’t get out of m---,” but before you could finish, he was called over by Mike. At first Armando ignores him and continues to admire you until your dad says, “Boy get your ass over here," which made you break eye contact with him and look away.  

Glancing back up you couldn't help but admire his physique as well but as he reaches the others by the computer set up. He glances back to see you staring which resulted in him sending you a wink. Rolling your eyes you turn away with a smirk," You your daddy son for sure," you say to yourself with a smile.

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Notes: Let me know if you guys want a part 2 :) and pls go see the movie it's so good

[holdmytesseract]

Another Daryl request bc why not aka I love your Daryl fics so so much 🤍

- a steamy enemies to lovers !! Yn leads a neighboring community (to Alexandria) and they meet regularly to wrangle over the boundaries of the hunting grounds. There always has been heavy sexual tension and one day the things “escalate” ;) …

Crossing Lines

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: When Daryl gets caught on forbidden ground once again, you show mercy - like you did so often. But this time you offer him a quite... Special deal. A deal he can't reject?

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, walkers, weapons, this is quite a bit steamy, very suggestive smut...

Takes place in season 6!

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: I absolutely love this request and the story my brain came up with! I'd even go so far and say it's one of my favourites! 😄 Thanks for this, my wonderful friend! I hope you and everybody else likes it! ❤

Sidenote: It has nothing to do with the Wolves. I just liked the name.

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @fuseburner @hotgirlsshareaccounts @in-this-minute

Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"Hey, Daryl! What are you up to?" Glenn asked his friend; shouting down from one of the guard towers in Alexandria. "'M goin' out," the archer answered; stopping in front of the wooden construction to look up at the Korean. Glenn smiled. "I can see that - but what are you up to?" Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "Huntin'. We're out of 'possum." Glenn couldn't suppress the small giggle, which left his lips. "Yeah, right. Be careful out there. The sun's going down soon." "Nah, got a least two hours 'fore sunset." Even though Glenn knew the redneck for quite a long time already, he was still sometimes surprised and impressed by his skills.

"Alright. See you." Daryl nodded and wanted to walk past the tower, when Glenn stopped him again. "You know the rules," he shouted after him. The archer gave his friend another nod and a low grunt, before he made his way to the big doors; leaving his home behind himself.

Roaming the woods and wide meadows around Alexandria; the archer was on search for something alive to eat. He followed a few trails, which only led to nothing, or a dead cadaver; already feasted on by a walker. Daryl didn't find himself having a lot of luck this evening - at least in the Alexandrian hunting grounds...

Stepping on 'forbidden' land, Daryl's senses were sharpened. Not just because he was looking out for some animal to hunt... Because of the walkers. Sure, you always had to look out for them - but the problem was that he couldn't kill them. Not here. They'd know. You'd know.

The archer sneaked as quiet as possible through the woods; always scanning his surroundings - and yet he couldn't prevent it from happening. A single crack of a twig a few meters away from him announced his doom - and before he could even blink, he was surrounded. About ten men; bow and arrow raised at him and all dressed in the signature clothing he was so very familiar with. Boots, black cargo pants, linen shirts or hoodies. Some of them had fur mantles draped over their shoulders. Others wore a hood. But everyone had a bandana covering most of their faces. Damnit, thought Daryl.

"Drop the weapon!" One of the men yelled. Daryl did what he was told; knowing that he had lost the game already anyways. So, he dropped his crossbow.

The archer's eyes scanned the group then; looking out for you - their leader. But you found him first.

"Crossing borders again, Dixon?" Your voice urged to his ears, causing him to swiftly turn around. You stood behind him; dressed like the men around him. Black cargo pants, beige linen shirt and a fur mantle; bandana loosely hanging around your neck. The only difference was, that you somehow looked more... gracefully. It seemed like the clothing fitted you so much better. Or was it just the way Daryl saw it?

The left corner of your mouth twitched upwards; smiling halfway at the archer. Your bow lazily draped over your shoulder; one hand securing it.

"I asked you a question."

Once again managed your voice to grab his attention; snapping out of his thoughts. He subtly cleared his throat and lifted his gaze to meet your stunning Y/E/C eyes, before he shrugged his shoulders. "I ain't seein' any borders, nor yer name scarified in any of the trees."

It had been the wrong answer. Daryl knew as soon as a man stepped out of the circle behind you; marching with big steps towards you and him. The man had his bow secured on his back and drew a gun instead. He walked past you and aimed the weapon at Daryl; ready to pull the trigger - but you stopped him. Much to Daryl's surprise.

"Leave it, Isaiah." You addressed your right-hand-man. Isaiah gave the archer a death glare, but listened to his leader, of course, and withdrew the gun, engaged the safety and placed it back in its place on his weapons belt. He even took a few steps back. Nevertheless, rested Isaiah's hand on the gun; ready to defend you. If necessary. "It's alright. Mr. Dixon just likes breaking rules. Nothing new, is it?" It wasn't by far the first time that they found the archer within their hunting grounds. Daryl quite liked to... expand his hunting trips. Of course, they didn't catch him every time, but often enough to know.

Daryl just grunted and scoffed. "Rules ain't existing in this world anymore." You lifted an eyebrow, before you started to shake your head. "Ahh this is such a shame," you stated; beginning to circle the archer like a hunter its prey. "Truly. How many more times do we need to explain to you how the shots get called around here, until you finally understand it, huh?" Daryl answered nothing, just clenched his jaw.

"Look, Daryl..." You clearly put the emphasis on his name. "Our communities live in peace together. We agreed to respect one another and when the opportunity occurs, even trade things. But nothing more. We are not crossing your paths and you are not crossing our paths - which includes the hunting grounds as well. You can ask Rick if you don't believe me..." You shrugged your shoulders and continued to circle him. "We have absolutely no problem - but..." You stepped closer; invading his private space and whispered lowly into his ear: "If you keep breaking the rules, we might have a problem."

At your words ran a shiver down Daryl's spine. The problem was, that he couldn't tell if it was out of respect - or arousal. And it scared the very tough man quite a bit.

He could see from the corner of his eyes, how you stepped away again and turned to your men. "Let's call it a day." Everyone withdrew their weapons from Daryl and started to move.

Then you gave Isaiah and Yosh a nod. They knew exactly what to do. Walking towards Daryl, they pushed the archer forwards; into the direction in which the other men were heading. Daryl turned and gave them both a death glare; ready to jump at them and fight - but he knew better than that. He wasn't stupid. He knew when he had lost a game. And this one was already lost a long time ago.

You walked past him; following the group. "You're coming with us. Be our guest." The archer grunted. "What if I don't wanna?" You turned to face the man, while walking backwards. He's very sassy today, you thought. "You're not refusing the offer of a lady, will you? Come on. I have something to discuss with you."

And so, Daryl followed you - wordless and without a fight. He knew that he wouldn't stand a chance. Not against you anyway - and he was clearly outnumbered.

About fifteen minutes later and walking constantly through the thicket of the forest, you, Daryl and the rest of the group reached the community. It was hidden within the trees, on a large clearing. High, thick walls made out of wood marked the outline; strengthened by thick metal tiling. Some would say it looked a bit like the Hilltop, but there was clearly something special about it. Daryl's eyes widened as he saw it. He's never been at their 'camp'. Only met them outside and in the woods. The walls were surrounded by a wide, deep pit. A deep pit which reached around the whole camp - as it seemed. The entrance was only reachable through a drawbridge. Like a castle, taken straight out of the Middle Ages. The archer shook his head. That was surreal. Impossible.

Before he could think more about it, he received another shove, causing him to stumble on the drawbridge. Together with everyone else, he walked through the big doors and behind the safety of the huge walls - and pit. You walked beside him and gave him a smug smile; as he looked around, stunned.

"Welcome to the Wolf's Pit, Daryl."

The archer's eyes widened in astonishment as he took in the scenery in front of him. The place bustled with people. Women, men, children. Small, wooden houses soaring everywhere. Most of them were finished; some of them not. Daryl was also able to make out the small fields with vegetables and crops all around the place. It was stunning. Fascinating. But then he also felt the eyes of several people on himself. Some of them gave him confused gazes; some of them sceptical and threatening gazes. Nonetheless, it was clear to the archer, that they were all asking themselves the same question... Who was he and why was he here?

One wrong move and Daryl would have a big problem - and he knew.

You noticed this as well, of course, and how 'alarmed' Daryl was. So, you stopped, causing the archer to stop, too. You then nodded towards your wooden hut. "Come on. Let's talk, shall we?" While Daryl followed you wordlessly, the other men - including Isaiah and Yosh split up to go their own ways from here.

Your little hut was definitely the most 'majestic' one. Sure, you were their leader. The moment Daryl entered your home, he was utterly impressed. It wasn't super big, but very detailed and beautifully furnished - if you could call it that. The most of it was clearly self-made, not scavenged. The fireplace, table, chairs and several other things. A lot of furs and pillows decorated the house, making it appear very cosy. And again, was this one question ghosting through Daryl's head…

"How were a few people able to build somethin' huge like tha'?" He finally asked; still looking around in awe. You put down your weapons and fur mantle; smiling, before you turned to face him. "That is a valid question, Dixon. To answer it honestly, we didn't even build that much of it." You began to explain, while you made a fire in the fireplace. "When we found this place here, it was more or less a site. Diggers, trucks and other construction vehicles were standing around. Clearly, they wanted to build something big here. The pit was over halfway dug out already. Two wooden huts were still standing; about to be demolished. Just like the wooden fence. Whatever it was they started here, it was never finished. So, we took the opportunity, scavenged the things we needed and build this." You finished; gesturing around. "Quite impressive, right?" Daryl nodded. It was true.

Silence spread within the hut, as Daryl's blue-grey eyes followed your every move. You picked up a few branches and twigs from a basket and threw them into the crackling fire. Before his gaze would stick on you, he averted his eyes again; clearing his throat. "Why 'm I here? Whaddaya want from me?" You turned to face him once again; smiling. "Oh, you know exactly why you are here, Daryl." Again, you rolled his name off your tongue so easily, as if you'd known each other for years. "But I'll explain it to you again." You took a step closer; dusting off your hands. "Admittedly, I don't like you straying around in our territory. We both know that this could end bad for you - which would be a shame, because you are special. You are not like the others, Mr. Dixon. I noticed that the first time we met, and I like it." Your smile even widened, "Therefore, I have an offer to make. One you are freely allowed to decline..." before you gave him a once over. "Or accept."

Daryl looked at you quite a bit confused. "An offer?" You nodded. "An offer." He looked at you for a moment intensely; trying to figure you out. "Aight. Spit it out."

You wettened your lips; holding his gaze. "Go now; never come back and sneak around our hunting grounds. Keep on breaking the rules and risk the bridges we build to burn down or..." "Or?" You bit your lip; starting to smile cheekily. "Or stay; spent the night with me and you'll be allowed to go hunt wherever you like."

For a moment, the archer thought he misheard you/your words. All his facial features literally derailed; blinking. He definitely needed a moment to process this and to regain composure.

"That's extortion, woman." Daryl then scoffed; crossing his arms over his chest and visibly trying to play it cool. You were quite unimpressed from his reaction and shook your head. "It's not. It's an offer - like I said. I'm not forcing you to do anything." "Why would ya offer me somethin' like that?" You bit your lip once more and started to circle him like you did when you and your group caught him. "That's simple. I saw the way you were looking at me. Whenever we met each other. Do you really think I didn't notice, Dixon? You are very bad at hiding your physical attraction towards me."

Your words were like a blow into the gut for the archer. He swallowed - hard; was speechless. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" You teased him; giggling. "It's because you know that I'm right, isn't it?"

That was the moment Daryl lost it. He couldn't prevent the heat forming in his cheeks; a blush creeping on his face. You smiled and stopped right in front of him. Slowly, you lifted your hand and drew a seductive line from his shoulder to his pec with your pointer finger; whispering: "Gotcha."

An undeniable shiver ran down Daryl's spine at your words; your touch leaving a burning, sizzling sensation behind.

You took a step back, but kept your hand in place; fingers started to toy with the lapels of his angel-winged vest. "So, what do you say?"

Daryl swallowed; needed once again a moment to get his brain to work properly again and especially to play it cool. What if this was a trap? He couldn't just cave and give in like that, could he?

"It ain't a fair deal, is it? One night in exchange for free passageway? Seems very suspicious ta me." "Who says it's only one night?" You asked with a smirk and looked up to meet his eyes, before you pressed your palm flat against his chest and started to back him up against the nearby wall. "What if our paths cross more often from then on, because we want them to cross? It's a win-win."

You weren't a predictable person. Daryl had figured that out very quickly - but he saw the move you were about to make coming. So, he decided to took you by surprise and join the game. Before you were able to pin him to the wooden wall, he placed one hand over the one which rested on his chest, quickly grabbed your wrist and spun you around - slamming your back against the wall. Now you were the one trapped, not him.

"Why would ya risk it?" Daryl asked in a hushed, raspy voice, while he towered above you; leaving you no chance to escape. Not that you wanted to escape. No, you quite enjoyed the turn of things. It caused the sexual tension to grow even more. So thick, it was cuttable with a knife.

"Huh? Why? You ain't have a reason to trust me." You giggled and leaned closer to him. Not that you were very close already. "I don't have to trust you, Dixon." Your lips almost touched his as you spoke. He could feel your warm breath on the skin of his face. "I just need to give you what you want," you added, whispering. "So, tell me..." You moved a hand to his leather belt, which was slung around his hips and held his old, tattered jeans in place and hooked your fingers through the loops. "What is it that you want?" Then you tugged, causing the completely stunned archer to stumble forwards; hips clashing against yours.

It took Daryl everything, to not let the thundering moan leave his lips, which had built up in his throat. He gritted his teeth; jaw clenching. It was that moment, in which he realised that he couldn't suppress his attraction towards you any longer. Not after that. He got lost in his own primal need - and gave in. His clouded mind urging him on to make a rather bold move. So, he did. Acting fast, he sneaked his hands down to the back of your thighs and lifted you up; causing a small yelp to escape your mouth. He didn't beat about the bush and crossed the small hut to throw you on the fluffy, cosy bed. He had made his decision - and you knew it.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, you looked up at him, "Thought so." and crooked your finger; making a come-hither motion. "C'mon, big boy. Claim what belongs to you then." And he did.

Daryl stayed the whole night – like you said. And let's say it that way… The night was thoroughly spent.

When the first sun rays of the new day poured through your makeshift windows, a firm knock sounded through the hut and woke you up. You knew exactly who it was. Stretching your limbs, you stood up and tiptoed completely across the hut, in order to grab your dressing gown. "Come in!" You whisper-shouted; not to wake the sleeping man in your bed. The wooden door swung open and revealed your right-hand-man, Isaiah.

"Good morning," he said; closing the door behind himself. You gave him a smile; tying the knot of your robe. "It is, indeed, a very good morning." You had no shame when it came down to him. Neither secrets. Isaiah was like the big brother you never had and best friend in one. You loved him dearly and were grateful for everything he had done for you.

Isaiah's eyes wandered over your body, before they travelled to the bed. "Ah, I see." He stated; seeing the archer's barely covered body. Daryl was still sleeping tightly; laying on his belly with both hands buried underneath the soft pillow, in order to support his head.

Isaiah grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Sleeping with the enemy?" You shook your head; smiling. "He's not the enemy, Ice. He's an ally - just like the Alexandrians..." Your eyes roamed across Daryl's bare, broad back. Some scratches of your fingernails were still visible; memories immediately taking you back to the last night. "...and the man I'd like to keep in my bed." Isaiah chuckled. "I assume you had a very pleasurable night then?" "Then best of my life."

[marilynslove]

summer days - TSITP characters

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˚ · . what your insta feed would look like during summer !!

౨ৎ pairings : cam cameron x reader, conrad fisher x belly conklin, steven conkiln x taylor jewel

౨ৎ warnings : none

- p.s madison beer as yn insert :')

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ynlnn

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.. part two? maybee?

[lunajay33]

Change Part.6

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.5

•Masterlist•

It had been a week since the incident with the walker, Daryl refused to let me go out alone again and I didn’t blame him I didn’t want to be alone either it was too risky, it wasn’t just my life in danger, I had a baby to worry about and I refused to leave Daryl alone in a world like this, I rolled over in bed admiring his sleeping form, his hair all crazy, I love him so much and the fact that our family was just about to begin tore something from me that I always dreamed about

“Mornin” he grumbled as I ran my hand through his hair

“Sorry did I wake you?”

“Nah I was up a while ago just waiting for ya”

“Mmmm” I didn’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones or what but my mood was at an all time low and I didn’t wanna drag Daryl down too

“What’re ya thinking about” he asked as he squeezed my hip

“Nothing”

“Angel I know ya like the back of my hand, I know when yer over thinking”

I sighed hating that he’s always been able to crack me out of my shell he shown me time and time again that I can trust him with anything, he’ll we’re having a baby together why shouldn’t I tell him

“Just been thinking where my family are now, I know I haven’t talked to them in like a year but I still wonder if they’re even alive”

“The last time you talked to them they called ya a selfish slut, ya shouldn’t worry about them, all they’ve ever done was hurt ya angel, we got our own family now, one that’ll love ya more than they ever could” Daryl wasn’t much of a big speech kinda guy but when he knew I needed comforting he pushed that side of him away to be there for me

“Yeah I guess you’re right, like usual” I said laughing as he pulled me closer so I could lay my head in his chest

I was sat in the living room curled in a blanket reading the new twilight book hearing the rain patter against the windows, the smell of a roast in the oven that Daryl had put in, right when I got to the part where Edward was leaving Bella the phone rang, Daryl at my side handed it over scoffing at the caller ID

Caller ID: Jackson L/N

“This can’t be good” I sighed clicking answer and putting it on speaker

“Hello?”

“You need to come home” not even a hi or nothing

“Why? None of you have bothered to contact me in months what is it this time?”

“Dad lost his job, mom and dad need money for rent” I could see the anger written all over Daryl’s face

“Jackson I have my own life now, I can’t be helping you guys out ever time you need money, I have bills of my own and I don’t wanna waste my money on people who don’t even care about me”

“Are you serious right now?” He asked enraged

“Why can’t you help, you’re the one that got that football scholarship, I had to work my way through university and I’m still paying off student loans, plus Daryl and I have to pay for our house and car and motorcycle”

“You know what this is done, you’re out of this family for good this time, mom and dad should’ve gotten rid of you when they had the chance you selfish slut” the phone disconnected signalling he hung up

I looked at Daryl feeling my chest tighten, I never wanted this I was never the golden child in their eyes, I only ever felt like I mattered when Daryl came into my life

“He’s lucky this was over the phone or I’d beat him into the ground” Daryl groaned rubbing my legs over the blanket

“Why am I never good enough for them?”

“Ya got that wrong Angel, they ain’t good enough for you”

As I sat outside eating breakfast Daryl and Merle got ready for the day, Merle was going to Atlanta with some people from the camp and Daryl was going out hoping to find a deer he’s been tracking for a while

“I gotta go now Angel” Daryl said as he stung his crossbow over his shoulder

“But I don’t want you to go” I whined getting up to wrap my arms around him

“I know but I’ll be back later this evening just try and stay around the other, don’t want another problem like last week” he said placing a kiss to my cheek

“Fine just promise me you’ll be safe out there, that you’ll come back to me”

“Promise”

He picked up some extra arrows and disappeared through the tree line

“Ya got him wrapped around yer lil finger don’t ya” Merle mocked

“Come on Merle can’t you just be happy that he’s happy, I know you don’t like me much but you’re my family now and I’m yours, plus I’m carrying your niece or nephew can’t we just be cordial for once” I said exhausted from his constant bickering

“Don’t matter ta me ya got knocked up, ya made my brother soft and yer gonna see ya ruined his life” he picked up his weapons and left the camp site leaving with the Atlanta crew

“God when do I catch a break?” I sat back down in the camp chair not noticing someone sit next to me until they talked

“You okay sweetie?” It was Lori

“It’s just Merle, always a pain in my ass, just been thinking about what’s gonna happen now with the baby and everything I’m just scared” I looked at here to see if she’d give me advice but here eyes were wide

“What?” I asked confused

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, I guess we never really mentioned it”

“You know when I found out I was pregnant with Carl, I was a wreck I was young and scared and didn’t know what to do with myself, but the moment I saw him curled up in my arms so little without a care in the world, I knew what I had to do to protect him from harm, everything will be okay” she smiled patting my back

“Thanks, that helps a bit I just wish it wasn’t in these circumstances”

“How far along are you?”

“About 4 months now, I’ve been taking my prenatals and everything”

“Well I’m always here if you have questions about the baby or changes you go through, but I have to go cut Carls hair”

Something clicked, maybe since this was a new start for Daryl and I and with the baby in this new world maybe I needed a new look, something to liven my spirits

“Umm Lori, would you be up for cutting my hair too!” I asked as I ran up next to her as she walked towards her camp

“I’d love to”

I sat next to Shane as Lori worked on Carls hair, he couldn’t stop complaining but it was adorable

“One day you’re gone wish you had her cutting your hair” Shane said laughing

“Doubt it”

“Trust me Carl, one day you’ll crave to be have these moments again with your mom, it may not seem like it but you will” I said seeing a little smile on his rosy cheeks

“Alright you’re all done” Lori said as she swiped off his extra hair on his shirt

I sat down in front of her as she wrapped a towel around my shoulders

“Alright how short do you want it?” My hair was down to my mid lower back

“How about just below my shoulder”

“That’s quit a chop”

“Well I need it”

She held my hair back and it a split second it was chopped, she straightened out some uneven pieces and it was done

“Well what do you think?”

“It’s really nice Mrs. Dixon!” Carl said with a beaming smile

“Well thank you but you can call me y/n sweetie” he was adorable I hope my child is as sweet as him

“It suits you perfect dear”

“Thank you! I should go clean some clothes done at the quarry, if you need anything I’ll be down there!”

I spent most of the evening down at the quarry cleaning and scribbling mine and daryls dirty clothes, laying them out on some rocks to let them dry, meanwhile dipping my feet in the cool water helping to sooth my ankles that have been getting a bit swollen

I looked around hoping no one was near, I haven’t been able to get a good proper bath in a while so I stripped down my clothes leaving only my bra and panties, submerging myself in the lake floating belly up watching the clouds pass by just like the time Daryl took me here

“Daryl Dixon did you drag me out here just to see me naked?” I asked smirking as he started taking off his shoes and pants

“Come on it’s nice out yer gonna love it” he said as he was stepping into the lake

I bit my lip feeling that thrill shoot through me, I stripped to just my panties and bra, I walked over taking his hand

“Aren’t you going to take your shirt off?”

“Ya sure?” I knew he was embarrassed about his scars but they weren’t his fault

“You know they don’t bother me, I love you for you, not what happen to you” I said squeezing his hand reassuringly

He lifted it over his head and threw it back over to my clothes pill

“Come on Dixon show me how great this’ll be, better not let me drown” I laughed as I dragged him in

“Still can’t believe yer my girl”

“And I’ll be your girl until you’re sick of me”

“Never”

“Well well well what do we have here?” I heard behind me as I pulled on my clothes after drying off

“What do you want Ed?” I groaned feeling that touch of fear he instilled in the women of the camp

“Showing yourself down here for the whole camp, you’re asking for it” he said stepping closer

“Leave me alone Ed”

“Ya ain’t got your man around who’s gonna stop me?”

“Don’t you touch me or you’ll be sorry”

He stepped closer squeezing my jaw now face to face

“Like I said ain’t no one gonna stop me” he said as his other hand started to wander down my arm

Before he could get any further he was ripped away Shane throwing him to the ground

“Touch her or anyone else again Ed and I’ll beat ya to death I swear, come on y/n” I gathered up all the clothes I washed and ran to Shane’s side as he lead me safely back to the camp

“Thanks, I didn’t know anyone was around”

“Ain’t your fault, Ed’s one sick man you stay away from him, stay with the group until Daryl or Merle gets back”

I sat down next to Amy folding up the laundry still to shaken up to have conversation that’s when a car alarm was ringing around the quarry, the group was back and it felt a little better knowing Merle would be here while Daryl was gone, Shane shut off the car alarm and others filtered out of a cargo truck

Lori and Carl had their moment with their “back from the dead” father and husband which was incredibly heart warming but then I realized something

“Where’s Merle?”

Part.7

Please please please give me some ideas for this story going forward🩷 How should I incorporate the ballerina story line into the new world??:)

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[dlysthings]

Little crush pt.6

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A/N: Im so sorry for how much time it took me to write this part, but these past 2 weeks i was sick and ha a lot of sterss at school so i apologise. This is not proofread and english is not my native language so i apologise for any mistakes.

At the woods Daryl was finally at piece, the only place that could give him this scarce pleasure. The sound of the running water around him never filed at calming him down. The creek on which’s side he was sitting on was his little sanctuary, hidden deep into the forest around your town. The sounds were slowly starting to put his mind at ease. He needed that, craved it. After the pain he felt at lunch he needed to take his mind of that, forget a bit about it so he can face it later. It wasn’t the best strategy but it worked for him. If pushing it down until it all became too much to handle and lashed out on the nearest person to him. The only thing he worried about was this person to not be you. Even after hurting him you didn’t deserve his harsh words. He would never hurt you, ever.

But even his own little heaven on earth couldn’t make him stop thinking of today. Why did you not come? At the end it was your idea, so maybe you actually liked spending time with him. Or at least that was what he thought. Maybe one of your friend heard about it and reminded you of the trash he actually was and then you decided to just don’t show up. It should be this. You didn’t want your friends to see you sitting with the “weirdo redneck” the whole school knew him as. And he couldn’t blame you, how could he? At the end of the day he needed to remember who he was.

Still this didn’t stop him from feeling hurt and let down by you. The excitement he felt when he bought the piece of cheesecake, hoping it will bring a smile to your face, was almost overwhelming. His heart was beating like a jackhammer inside his chest. While he waited for you to come and sit, he was thinking how to ask you out. Of course he couldn’t be smooth like the popular guys and straight up ask you. He was thinking that maybe going into the woods and showing you his favorite spots with the reason that was for your upcoming biology quiz. At your house you seemed interested at the subject so he thought this was perfect. And maybe if he was brave enough he could ask you out on a real date. Buy you dinner and walk you to your house. Maybe you would have given him another kiss on the cheek.

Yet that was only om his head. As soon as he saw you with your back to him, sitting with your friends, he knew he shouldn’t have lie to himself. Both of you were from different worlds and he needed to understand that. From now on he would keep his distance from you. Sitting away from you, not staring like he always does. Only this will keep him from being hurt again.

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The next day his plan was on the verge to fail every time you came within his eye side. In every class the two of you had together you were trying to sit in the closest possible seat, the whole time he could feel your eyes practically glued to his head, but he wouldn’t budge. After every class he would get out the fastest way possible. Even though he didn’t even want to look at you he was secretly hoping, deep down, that you will make him stop and explain that you didn’t dump him yesterday, that it was only a mistake. Something like you forgot or a friend of yours needed you for something really important. But he knew he shouldn’t hope. It was useless.

On the other hand, you were desperate to get Daryl’s attention, trying everything you could think of. The first two times you tried to catch up to him and explain why you didn’t end up with him yesterday, he walked so fast that it was impossible to even think of that. You knew he was ignoring you and you deserved it. But the truth was that you did wanted to sit with him, to be in his company again and to get lost into his beautiful blue eyes.

What happened yesterday was that you completely forgot. Until the moment you saw him leave the cafeteria you were so worried about the fact that you just received another bad grade in Science, a subject that you never seemed to understand, and the whole time were thinking of how to change it. It was so stupid and you knew that you had hurt him. The reason was so foolish and the whole rest of yesterday you were thinking how to explain it so it wouldn’t sound like something made up. At the end you decided to be honest with him. You would tell him the truth about what happened and then pray that he won’t call you a liar and never speak to you again. 

You finally were able to sneak up on him after school. Fort the rest of the school day you were laying low, walking in different hallways to not seem like you were trying to catch him. So he relaxed, thought that you gave up on him and everything is how it always was. Not that he was happy, no. Every time he looked around and didn’t spot you within eye sight he felt a little pang in his heart, making him drop his shoulders. He didn’t even bother trying to listen to any of the teachers. He couldn’t make it a day without seeing you. How pathetic. He didn’t even notice your figure standing next to the door he was about to go through.

“Hey, Daryl, do you have a second?” Your words made him jump, turning towards you, looking like he saw a ghost and he couldn’t take his eyes of you. You were looking amazing as always, but a worried expression was adoring your face. Why would you be worried? Immediately he was the one concerned now. Did something happen to you? It didn’t look like you were crying so that was a good sign. The wrinkle between your eyebrows deepened and he remembered that you had asked him a question. “What do ya want?” The moment he said it he regretted the gruff way he spoke and the way your face turned from worried to sad didn’t help either. Good job ya idiot, now ya made’er sadder. “I’m sorry for yesterday” You said with your eyes looking at the floor, not being able to look into his eyes and see the disappointment and pain in them. “I got a D in Science and was really distracted and at the end forgot. I’m so, so sorry. Let me make it up to you. Do you want to go out sometimes?” At your confession Daryl was dumbfounded. He hoped that you really forgot and had a problem, but he never seriously considered it. He was sure you were too embarrassed to sit with him, let alone ask him to hang out with you. And how could he decline that, maybe he was even able to help you out with your troubles. He was always good at science so maybe he could study again with you.

“Ye-yea, I want’a hang out with ya. I can also help ya with science.” At that he seemed too eager so he tried to play it down with a casually “only if ya want’ta” and leaning on the near wall, looking at the smile appearing on your face like it didn’t make butterflies flutter inside his stomach. In a matter of seconds your face turned from sad and worried to a blinding smile. The knowledge that he was the one to brighten up your mood made him feel prouder than he has ever been. “Really?” The joyful look atop your face was enough to make Daryl weak in the knees. No one has ever looked at him with such a sincere hope as you. The attention you were giving him made his cheek burn in a bright red color and he ducked his head so you wouldn’t see it. There was a warmth inside him, going to every part of his body. Such a unique feeling, but oddly a nice one as well. “So... um..do ya want me ta help ya?” He said. “Of course. Do you want me to come to your house?” You offered, thinking he will prefer to be at his place.

Daryl’s eyes widened at your seemingly innocent suggestion. His heart was beating a thousand miles an hour in his ribcage. Last time he came to your place so it was only fair if this time he was the host. And he was too shy to ask to come to your house again. But there was no way in hell he was letting you see the dump he called “home”. You were looking at him with an anticipating gaze. He couldn’t let you down, disappoint you. Just as he was about to ask to come again at your house an idea formed into his head. There was a place he could always go, calm and safe. A place where he felt at piece and wanted to share with you. The woods he always went to calm down was a perfect place. The side of the creek cutting through the forest was an ideal spot to take you and he wouldn’t need to explain his home situation.

“Actually I was thinkin’ of a spot I know. It’s quiet and nice.” He offered and was now anxiously waiting for your reaction. “Of course. Where is it?” you asked. “I can’t really explain it. I can pick ya up from yur house and will show ya. Okay?” Just after saying it he realized how this sounded. He was offering to take you to a place you didn’t know and you probably didn’t trust him. Nice job, ia dumbass. Now she’s gonna think yur some kind of creep. Realy smart. He braced himself for your rejection of his idea. But instead you were on board with it. Even seemed like you weren’t worried at all. The two of you agreed he will pick you up at 10 am this Saturday and later he will drop you off.

After both of you agreed on the details you said goodbye and went on your way, smiling to yourself that Daryl didn’t resent you about yesterday. And the help he offered felt like a blessing. If you were lucky tomorrow, there was a chance to maybe finally make a move towards him.

Daryl was still leaning on the wall you left him at and he couldn’t believe his luck, but there was an unsettling feeling inside him. Just yesterday he swore to keep his distance from you. What if you accepted his offer only for his help? It didn’t sound unbelievable, but you didn’t seem like the person to do so. The joy in your eyes seemed genuine and so did your face. But that didn’t stop him from being afraid he was going to be hurt again. Maybe he should tell you that something came up and he couldn’t, just stick to his previous plan, but he didn’t have it in himself to disappoint you. The only thing he could do was hope for the best. Perhaps he will find the courage to finally do something about his crush on you.

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The time until Saturday couldn’t come faster. That was the thought replaying in Daryl’s head while trying to fall asleep. It was Thursday around 12 pm and he was laying in his room, staring at the clock on his nightstand. The house was quiet save for the sound of his dad’s snoring. When Daryl came home he was greeted with the sight of his father passed out in his armchair, a bottle of beer on the ground next to it. This view was the best Daryl could hope for. The other instance was his dad coming home late into the night and taking whatever anger he felt out on Daryl. After he felt he inflicted enough abuse, his father would go into his bedroom and pass out, loudly starting to snore.

Daryl would almost always stay in his room, in a corner feeling like the weakest person on earth, the most he would do was craw in his bed, looking at the ceiling. On the outside he looked calm, just laying but inside his head he was screaming to himself to finally do something. To get up and move out like Merle, to run from his father. And just when he felt he had enough courage his dad would come with new insults to add on the long list. It almost felt like he was able to sniff out when Daryl felt even an ounce of self-esteem and bravery. Then he would come with blows and kicks, curses spilling from his mouth, making Daryl remember who he really is. And where he belonged.

A creaking sound made Daryl snap out of his thoughts. Wistfully he knew all to well this sound, the very one of his dad’s room’s door. It always creaked, almost like an alarm for him to hide. And that was what he did. Going to his window and carefully lifting it up, so he won’t make himself known to his wasted father. As soon as he could craw out of it he maneuvered his body and landed on the outside of the trailer. Just on time to hear the door to his room open and heavy steps come inside. He styled his movements and strained his ears to hear his father’s reaction. In his head he was praying Will wouldn’t glance out of the window, because if he did Daryl was screwed. Maybe there really’s a god. Daryl thought as the only thing heard from his room was a slurred curse and then the sound of his bedroom door being closed. His whole body relaxed and he slumped onto the side of the trailer. That was a close call and he knew how lucky he was. The down side was there was no way to go in soon so he needed a place to stay. The thought of going to your house flashed across his head but then he realized how it will look. Him appearing outside your front door at midnight at a school night. And naturally there would be too many questions.

He couldn’t do that so he settled on going for a walk around town. It was late so the streets were mostly empty save for a few cars and some groups of teenagers. He stopped at the convenience store and went inside. The only person onside was a middle aged woman, dressed in the store uniform. She only glanced at him and then returned to the magazine she was reading. One of the things Daryl liked about coming there at night was that no one cared who were you. The employees would just look up at you and then return to their tasks. Going to the fridges he grabbed a can of Cola and headed towards the register. Placing the can on the counter he reached for a pack of gum and also placed it on the counter. The woman scanned the items and snatched the bills Daryl had handed her. Placing the money in the register she didn’t say anything to him as he walked out.

Now outside he opened his coke and took a sip of it. He needed to wait a bit more before going back to hi place, just in case his dad still hasn’t fell asleep yet. Looking around and seeing the local park he thought he might as well go there. The park was well lit and a few benches were scattered around for people to sit on. While walking around his mind wandered off towards you. What were you doing now? Probably sleeping but did you also think about your upcoming date. Where you as impatient as him or you were just patiently waiting? Maybe he never even crossed your mind and he wouldn’t be surprised. After all you just saw it as a favor. But for him it was so much more. You were trusting him that he knew what he was doing, even putting hope onto his knowledge.

Without noticing he was already at the end of the park and enough time had passed for him to go home. With sorrowful steps he made his way to his trailer. He always dreaded coming there, but he didn’t have any choice. From the front door he could hear his father’s snoring so at least he didn’t need to worry about that. Going into his room he flopped onto his bed and hugged his pillow. But oh how much he wanted you to be the one there with him. To run your fingers through his hair and place a kiss on top his head. With this dream in mind he fell asleep. It wasn’t surprising when his dream was exactly the thing he wanted the most – you.

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Saturday at 10 am the sound of the doorbell ringing made you run to open the door. You still didn’t have all the things you needed ready but didn’t want your mom opening the door and embarrassing you again, like the last time. Outside your front door stood Daryl with a little smile upon his face. “Hi, Daryl! Do you want to come in? I just need a minute.” You asked and opened the door more for him. “Yea, sure.” Answered Daryl and came inside. While walking beside you your hands accidentally brushed and goosebumps appeared along his skin. Every time your skin touched his he went all red in the face and this time it was no different. While ducking his head so you don’t see the crimson red painting his cheeks you made sure your mom is not around. Thank god she wasn’t, though it only seemed this way.

From the countertop in the kitchen your mom had a perfect view of the front door but you couldn’t see her. And she didn’t miss the way your eyes happened to brighten a bit at the sight of Daryl on your front step. And the way his face would color red almost immediately also wasn’t lost on her. Even though to here both of your feelings were obvious id didn’t seem like the two of you knew. But wasn’t it like this always?

Your house wasn’t that unfamiliar to Daryl now so he was able to relax a bit. The living room looked exactly like the last time he was here. Glancing at you he saw that you were already looking at him. Both of you blushed and looked away with little smiles on your faces. “So… I need only a few things from my room and I will be back. Would you mind waiting for a bit?” You questioned and waited for him to respond. “No, I will be good. I’ll wait here.” He said and looked around again. “Okay then. Make yourself comfortable.” You said and went upstairs, leaving Daryl alone. Going upstairs you grabbed a few books for science and the few snacks you prepared for today. Checking yourself in the mirror for the last time you went down happy with the way you looked.

In the living room you stooped dead in your tracks at the view before your eyes. Your mother was sat next to Daryl on the couch. She was smiling and it looked like she had just asked Daryl a question if you could guess from her expecting gaze. Daryl on the other hand looked like he wants to be anywhere but here. And your thoughts would be right, because Daryl regretted ever saying he wanted to come inside. He should have waited outside. Your mom came into the room just as you disappeared up the stairs, almost like she was waiting for you to leave. She greeted him and immediately started asking questions about him. He was so overwhelmed with that dose of attention that the most he could answer was a simple “yes” or “no”. Your mom didn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable he was so she carried on with her questions about how he was at school and other nonsense. Unfortunately, she didn’t skip the questions about his family but at that moment you came to his rescue.

“I’m ready. Are we going?” You urged looking at Daryl with raised eyebrows and a little smirk upon your mouth. “Yea, let’s go. Nice meetin’ you, ma’am.” Daryl said and got up. Your mom only offered a smile and said a goodbye as well. Finally, outside you questioned where you were going. Instead of answering you Daryl only glanced at you nervously and muttered a “You will see.”. Now that he was finally getting close to the woods he got more and more anxious. How would you react to him leading you into the woods? What if you found the little surprise he made for you ridiculous? But he didn’t let these thoughts win over the joy of being around you. The time you were walking there was mostly silence but it didn’t seem awkward or uncomfortable. It was the exact opposite, a comfortable one and he didn’t feel the need to say something.

After about a 10 minute walk you were at the edge of the forest. He looked at you, expecting to see you looking around and confused but instead you were looking at him curiously. There was not a single sign of worry or confuse. “There is a little creek about 5 minutes from here. Thought you would like it.” He spoke first and waited for your reaction. “Lead the way then.” You said and waited for him to continue walking. Daryl’s nerves calmed down after your calm response. To be honest he didn’t think someone would be that calm around him, let alone you. After all you didn’t really know anything about him. And after a bit of thinking Daryl realized that he didn’t really know anything about you either other than the basic stuff like family and friends. Today was an opportunity to get to know you and he should use it.

The forest both of you were in was beautiful, full of sounds and light. The birds chirping and the rustling of the leaves was like music to your ears. The last time you were in a forest was maybe 2 years ago when you and your family went on a camping trip to a nearby national park. Thinking of it reminded you of how nice it was. You never thought that you could miss the forest but here you were. And looking at Daryl you noticed how relax he looked, no tension visible in his muscles. That was maybe the only time you have ever seen him so at peace. He looked at you with the corner of his eye and you turned your gaze away, not realizing that you were staring but you couldn’t help it. You were seeing new side of Daryl unfold in front of your eyes.

Daryl could already hear the sound of the water running ahead of him. His body wasn’t as tense as it was at your house, the forest having its calming effect on him. Now his mind was worked up if the thing he went earlier to set up was going to be too much. He wanted to make something special for you and hopped you wouldn’t find it stupid. Walking on a bit of narrow path covered in dry leaves somewhere you heard a Woodpecker pecking. Looking around the trees trying to find it you didn’t saw a tree root poking through the forest floor. Tripping on it you were too stunned to reach out your arms to stop your fall. Preparing yourself for the pain bout to come you braced yourself and closed your eyes but no pain came. Opening your eyes, you saw Daryl holding you to his chest, his face having an almost terrified expression on it. Your faces were so close that you could feel his breath mixing with yours. Looking at his lips you wondered what would be the feeling of them pressed against your own. Looking back at Daryl’s eyes you saw a new emotion in them but you couldn’t understand what it was.

Daryl caught you out of pure instinct, not thinking how close your bodies would be. But when you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes with this look of gratefulness his heart started pounding like a jackhammer inside his ribcage. And when you looked at his lips he sneaked a glance at yours. How full the seemed to be and the urge to feel them against his own was almost irresistible. Almost. But what if you didn’t want this and pushed him away from you. Called him a creep and ran away. He couldn’t risk it so he settled with looking at his feet and letting you go, the absence of your body and its warmth against it painfully obvious to him.

“Ya ok?” he asked this time looking at your face, scanning it for any sign of pain. You only shook your head, still a little bit shaken up from being so close to him. “I’m good, don’t worry. Are we close?” Turning to the direction the two of you were walking in you stepped over the root and turned to Daryl. “Uhm…yea. Jus’ a bit more.” With that you started walking again, this time looking where you were going. After just a minute of walking you saw the light reflecting from the surface of the water. In front of you was a creek surrounded by tall trees, the branches of the trees making a colorful shade over it. And then you saw the rest. At the sight of the blanket and the food scattered on it you halted immediately. There were different kinds of food and 2 sodas atop it.

“Hope ya like it. I’ve never really did somethin’ like tha’.” His nervous words made you turn to him, seeing his cheeks painted bright red. He was shuffling from foot to foot and looking down. “Oh, Daryl, you did all this? For me?” One look into his eyes told him that you did in fact like it. “Of cours’ fer ya.” He said with a bashful smile and sat on the blanket, making a gesture with his hand for you to do the same. Plopping down next to him you continued looking around, enjoying the sight before your eyes. Daryl was doing the same thing, his gaze pinned on you. He was finally starting to believe that this was actually happening, you with him at the only place he knew how to relax. You probably weren’t feeling the same way as him but for now he would allow himself to daydream you do.

Turning back to him you pulled out a notebook and stared at him expectantly. He seemed like he forgot what the two of you were meeting up to do. Snapping out of his daydreams he pulled out his book and started to actually work. But every now and then you would take small breaks and would snack on the things he prepared and chat for everyday stuff. Daryl never thought talking with someone can be this easy, not awkward or pointless small talk. And you would ask so many questions, trying to learn the things that he liked. Asking what was his favorite ice cream - chocolate or about his favorite color – green. And he would always return the question absorbing the information like a sponge tossed into water. The knowledge wasn’t something really deep but it was the things that made you who you were.

By the late afternoon you finally understood Science. Turns out Daryl can be an amazing teacher, patiently explaining everything that you didn’t understand. And he now knew enough stuff about you that he felt like he has always known you. When the sun looked like was about to set you picked up your things and Daryl cleaned up, getting the blanked in one hand. Starting to walk back to your house the whole way you were talking and laughing. If someone saw you they would think that both of you were longtime friends, just going for a walk. Gradually in no time you here in front of your front door and you were turning to say goodbye to Daryl. But he was already looking at you, a seemingly sad expression onto his face. He didn’t want this to end, talking and learning new things about you.

“I had an amazing time with you. If you want to maybe, we should do it again.” The enthusiastic tone of your voice making him feel like someone lit a fire inside him, the warmth spreading to very crevice of his body. “I would love ta.” The smile on top his face was genuine and before he knew what was happening you were leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. His body was completely straightened up and the look on his face being like to someone just stricken up by thunder.

“Bye, Daryl. I will see you Monday.” Turning around and going inside your house you left Daryl on your porch wondering if he will ever get used to these.

Masterlist: @marvelcasey05 @zomb133g1rl @ryoujoking @starkeysslvt @appearancesaredeceiving4lice @that-german-girrl @tobemylover-x

[octuscle]

I'm 21 and working on building sites. It's a really hard job but school wasn't my favourite. I'd likte to work with my hands. Sometimes we're working besides or in direct view of these big advertising boards seeing the young models for calvin kline, tommy hilfiger and so on. Then I dream to be a model myself like them. Ok, it's not working with my hands but withy body. Is there a chronivac model agency helpping me change my job?

Well… I'll see what I can do… I mean, you don't look bad… But I'll see what I can do.

When you look at the big billboard across from the construction site the next morning, you can't help but reach into your pants and massage your cock. Fuck, the guy in the photo is already an extremely handsome guy. A bit smooth, a bit effeminate. But he certainly gets every chick. And every guy. Fuck, that makes you so horny. You need to jerk off urgently on the porta-potty. But now to work. And if you don't work, at least drive the apprentices. The job as foreman has its advantages. If need be, you can let others do your work.

During your lunch break, you can get a salad at the deli around the corner. And a large mineral water. And after lunch, you do a few pull-ups on a scaffold. The other guys here could really do more for themselves. Only hard work does not form a perfect body. And smoking and drinking beer don't help at all. Anyway, it's not your business. Everyone as he wants.

After work you go to the pool. It's just part of your daily routine. Relaxes the body. Challenges your body. Shapes your body. And since you don't usually get to it in the morning before work, you shave after your hour of freestyle swimming and apply body lotion to your body. You save the styling of your hair. Just a hair treatment. You will now eat a bowl and drink two liters of water. And then to bed. Eight hours of sleep is your minimum.

You start your next working day with a selfie. In the morning there is no dust on your skin. That's how your followers like you. A little bit the guy from the construction site, a little bit the dreamy boy. Before you even put your phone back in your pocket, you have two dozen likes. And a scolding from your foreman. Maybe the diva can lend a hand. They're real rednecks. Somehow you don't belong here.

During your lunch break, you go through your messages. Strike! An invitation to a casting. Your big dream comes true. This is your ticket to the red carpet to the world of the rich and beautiful. But first you have to raise a wall. You are still dreaming your dream.

The next morning you ask yourself whether you should have learned a real job. Get up at 4:00 a.m., an hour at the gym, and at 6:00 a.m. the first photo shoot. You have to laugh at yourself. What kind of real job should you be doing? You have everything you always wanted. Living in hotels and airports. Tons of followers and fans. You're booked solid for the next 14 months.

But sometimes it's really exhausting to be yelled at by a photographer in the morning sun, to finally look a little bit dreamier. But what won't you do for $1,000 an hour?

[talesfrommedinastation]

Redneck Doug on ALL the other Clones in Star Wars!

As promised, for reaching a new number of followers, here's Doug's list when I asked him to name off all the clones in 'The Clone Wars' and 'The Bad Batch'!

Some are obviously repeats of other posts, and some are brand spanking new.

I'm using my autoethnography skills to their fullest extent, here, people.

This is LONG but hey! 7 seasons of The Clone Wars and 3 seasons of The Bad Batch means animated Star Wars in the Days of our Lives of animation.

If I'm missing someone, let me know! I'll reach out to Doug!

Enjoy, everyone!

CW: Redneck Doug just rambles needlessly about people.

And Clermont Lounge is one of the scariest and yet, most fun places in the ATL and I could 100% see one of the 501st working there.

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Bly: That’s a boy, his name’s Miguel. Got his friends, they drink Pabst, shoot the empty cans behind the garage when they done, and hit on every woman that walks by. But Miguel’s got his eyes on Babe-the-Blue-Jedi and steals flowers from people’s yard and gives them to her. Babe-the-Blue-Jedi knows the man’s not that bright but his heart’s in the right place and that’s all that matters, right? 

Rex: That's Rex. He's a king. Respect him. 

Cody: That’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, he’s sad all the time. We know why. (Confirmed that Doug is a Codywan shipper and I don’t know what to do about that)

Howzer: That’s my niece’s boyfriend, Jorge. We all love Jorge, nice guy, owns an auto repair shop and always remembers plates and napkins for the cookouts after church.

Gregor: Jorge’s cousin, Manny. Met him once at Christmas in Miami, nice guy, only drinks brown liquor and insists everyone arm wrestle him. But he’s got a good job as a PE teacher, we respect education, come on now. 

Hardcase: Wiggles. He laughs at everything and never wears a helmet both on his big head and his lil head and that explains everything about the man.

Kix: Nurse Mark. He's tired and sick of your shit, sick of the creeps trying to get the Fentanyl, that's a crime now, ain't it.

Echo: "Eh, Toaster Strudel. Homeboy looks like his daddy had an affair with a convection oven on shore leave and forgot to pay child support."

Mayday: Aw, I liked this guy so much! That’s Sassy Park Ranger, he’s the type that gives you your camping permits, warns you about the bears, and then is all disappointed when you don’t properly stow your food and the bears destroy the campsite. I need to go back to Little River Canyon, that place was pretty. 

Scorch: The Son of Robocop. His daddy told him to get off his lazy Robo-son ass and go get a job, so he works for the Empire now, because no one can get a job in Detroit. That’s why he’s a bad person. (Because he works for the Empire? “No, because he’s a Lions fan and that ain’t a good look for anyone.”)  

Fives: Alex-from-Manitoba. He reminds me so much of this awesome guy I knew, Alex, was from Winnipeg, we worked in oil together. Smart, knew his shit, loved guns and getting his hair did. No one listens to him, management hates him, and he gets fired. Man I was so pissed off when that happened with that damn alien that ran the ocean on the mall! He deserved better, damn it!

(Fives or Alex-from-Manitoba?

“BOTH!!!”)

99: 99!  

(You actually remember his name?  

“Hell yeah! He’s one of the most important characters! Why would I not?” 

::cue me, quietly staring at all the weird-ass names over texts and saying NOTHING in response::) 

Wolffe: Bernando. I dunno, man, he got that Bernardo energy. I’ve met three and they all looked like they wanna run off into the woods and come out when they got a deer they need to process and take a shower and find a lady before running back into the woods. Also Bernardo never has a girlfriend that lasts more than 6 months with him. Don’t know why. Just trust me. 

Gree: Carnie Joe. Man, he looks like the type of guy who drives an ice cream truck but there ain’t no Bomb Pops inside if you know what I mean. 

Cut Lawquane: Not-Wolverine. He ran away from the Empire, grew out his muttonchops, wanted to join the X-Men, Charles Xavier said ‘Nah son you need super powers for that’, and then Not-Wolverine stomped off into Tremors-land and started a pot-and-chicken farm like every other hillbilly in Kentucky. But he got a hot wife out of the deal and some nice kids and lots of guns, and ya know, that ain’t a bad ending for the man. 

Commander Fox: Red-Chief-of-Police. He’s absolutely on them Ticky-Tack videos my nieces and nephews watch where the cops are doing bad things but they ain’t gonna get fired over it. Man. It ain’t right. 

Tup: Alex’s-Friend-Matt. Aw, Matt, good guy, but too much brain damage after that time he fell off the roof while laying down tar. He grew out his ponytail to hide the dent in his head and talked funny afterwards, but he real good at roughneck work and I can’t fault the man, nope. 

Hevy: That’s Ross. He’s always mad because he’s insecure. He’s got a lot of Nerf guns and only eats stuff you can find at 7-11. 

Jesse: That’s Jesse, he’s a trucker, was a bouncer at Clermont Lounge in Atlanta, and has three ex-wives who all hate him. He shaves his head because his hair hates him too. 

Crosshair: So that there's Daddy Warcrimes. All you need to know is he lives on beer and Slim Jims, has more guns then Jesus got faith, and that he does your mom on the weekends, and then you thank him for his service.

Hunter: Aw man, we got Rambo up in this place. Daddy Rambo. He looks like he's got some hot wife with a huge butt who makes amazing biscuits, but he only showers on the weekends for reasons he won't tell you.

Wrecker: I know, I KNOW, he's got some cool Star Wars name, but in my head, he's Julio. He looks like a Julio, ya know? Every Julio's been the nicest guy with a truck and a million friends. I swear. I bet he's a contractor and lays pipe like you wouldn't believe. ::winks::

Tech: Hm, yeah, I know him. That's Ryan-from-Accounting, somebody's hipster dad. You know, everyone knows a Ryan who works in accounting, he's quiet, only drinks IPAs, and has a bitch wife named Laura who drives a Kia and is always yelling at him. Poor man. I hope Julio saves him from his bitch wife Laura.*

Omega: Little Orphan Blondie. I hope she gets real parents or something besides those freaky alien things running the mall on the ocean.

Emerie Karr: Stepsister-Beth. She’s got a stick up her rear, was in a sorority known for bitchy Daddy’s Girls who wouldn’t touch below the belt but are all about using other places for their date’s hoses to put out the fire, and only drinks almond milk lattes. She’s a bitch to waiters and drives a Prius. 

(“Doug I drive a Prius.”

“Yeah, but you ain’t a southern sorority girl so y’all forgiven.”)

Nemec and Fireball: Trigger and Nutsy. They’ve been in a survival militia in the Florida Everglades and that’s all you need to know. 

CX-2: The Guy from Tron. He’s a guy, and he was in the movie Tron. That’s it. 

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

Rating Taylor Swift songs based on how they would be perceived by medieval peasants*: Debut

*context: I'm imagining showing medieval peasants how awesome the future is by playing them the greatest music of our day and age (Taylor obviously). I am also trying to have them not go insane nor have me be accused of witchcraft.

Tim McGraw: Jeans? Chevy truck? Radio? Georgia??? There hasn't even been a king named George let alone a state or country.... but that moon really DOES shine like a light on the lake and provide light to dance to all night. The vibes of the song are still there. 5/10

Picture to Burn: redneck? pickup truck? The relationship status is VERY confusing here because she is telling his friends he's gay (jolly) and then striking a match with someone (in a romantic sense?) and then admits to adultery ("goin' out with all of your best friends"). Fairly unsettling. 3/10

Teardrops on my Guitar: what's a guitar and why are you crying on it? Also a car? You have his picture and yet he's in love with another girl??? This is scandalous and tragic. 7/10 for relatability.

A Place In This World: a girl traveling down a road not knowing where she is headed? She must be a traveling performer! Maybe a jester! Good for her! How freeing life must be without a master. Although who knows what a radio or blue jeans are? 9/10

Cold as You: She was in love with an an artist (he painted his walls gray) and he rejected her? I wonder if it was social class differences or something else? This song hits hard regardless of the age. 10/10

The Outside: So has she been shunned or does she simply not have a master? Is this the traveling performer from a couple songs ago? Tbh it all makes sense but its pretty unrelatable. 4/10

Tied Together With a Smile: the waters high and you're jumping into it and letting go😳 and no one knows 💀 I knew serfdom was bad but wow it's BAD bad. That's depressing but relatable 8/10

Stay Beautiful: jungle and radio? Weird start but Cory seems highly sought after. I wonder who will pay the highest dowry for marriage? He seems like a wonderful muse. 7/10

Should've Said No: So I don't know the situation... your class will greatly affect this... but you know women may legally divorce their husbands for adultery, right? I do reccomend it. 3/10 because the vibes are NOT like the normal medieval music

Mary's Song: Brava!!! An arranged marriage that's also a love match? Unheard of! After the marriage, the property is even inherited!!! What a lovely start for family life. There was one confusing word? Truck? Idk the romance was so perfect I didn't even notice it. 10/10!!!!

Our Song: Half those words don't exist and the ones that do don't really make sense. Good job respecting the sanctity of God. The Church ™️ would approve. Still it's a 2/10

I'm Only Me When I'm With You: What does crazy mean? What do you mean you're flying? We're missing context but this could be a lower class marriage? :/ 6/10

Invisible: There's a fire inside him? She is invisible spying on him? This SCREAMS of witchcraft. Please do not play this song for a medieval peasant. You will be collateral damage in the trial and will likely also be burned at the stake. 1/10

A Perfectly Good Heart: First loves! What a luxury! You know very few people marry for love as relationships are to further the agenda of God🙏 apologies for the betrayal but hopefully your parents can pay the dowry for a better man. 5/10 just because this song isn't pleasing to the ears of the time

[annkama]

Papers challenge

In 2021 I had a hyperfix on Papers, please, and I came up with a challenge for myself - to draw funny pictures based on my game. I drew the first passage with felt-tip pens in a notebook

Day 1 stamsp make slap slap

Day 2 Mister! Don't hold up the queue. There are many of you, I am alone!

Day 3 - Redneck

- I have a dream, you boor!

Day 4 Shhhh... Im am... Everywhere... Boooo...

Day 5 - Calensk, don't say anything bad about Dmitry

- I don't care about this asshole.

- Thanks. He gave me a fine

- He is asshole, isnt he?

Day 6 - One more day. Time to work...

- Good day, Inspector.

- BLYAT

- Your helth is better, isnt it?

Day 7 - Inspector, you are accused of a deviation in the structure of your finances and accused of unpatriotism. Glory to Arstozka.

- How can you accuse me of being unpatriotic if you say "Glory to Arstotzke!" without an exclamation mark?

- Damn. In this case, I have to self-repress.

- Wha?

Day 8 - Death to Arstozka!

- Caleeeeensk!

Day 9 - I love my job!

previously

- Key! Key! Wheres key?

Day 10 - For Kolechia! Auch!

- Lady! Dont you see? We have dinner time!

Day 11 - But you was arested!

- Yes, unfortunately...

But I survived!

Day 12. - Inspector, you tried to shoot yourself. Did you really want to deprive Arstozka of a promising self?

- Wait. You're judging me for not letting your prostitute in

- This is punishable by execution.

- Did you really want to deprive Arstozka of a promising inspector, curator?

- Blya

Day 13 - Please, my whole family died. I have no one but Sergiu.

- You're my good girl! Run! Run, he's waiting for you.

next

- Please let me through.

- Mister, you don't have a sad story, so no

Day 14 - Why does Wonel walk around with such a face?

- Maybe he's in his own noir movie.

"This city is afraid of me"

Arrest ending

UNHAPPIE COUNTRY! UNHAPPIE PEOPLE!

EZIC ending

- At what cost?

- At cost of everything

[the-dixon-effect]

Bruised ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Part 2 - Reasons to Take More

A/N: part 2 of a series requested by @matilda4eve which you can find here! you can also find part 1 of the series here

summary: Daryl finally confesses his feelings for Y/N after a somewhat drunken accident.

era: season 6, pre-Negan Alexandria

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

words: 2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of stitches, nothing really

The kiss was slow, pure, and flavoured by unadulterated need. Perhaps if you were less wasted on cheap whiskey and cigarettes, you would have used your remaining consciousness to enjoy the moment a little more. Daryl tasted like... fuck, you weren't imagining what he tasted like. You had spirited away to your own fantasy land where all that existed in the world was you and him. Daryl kissed like... a man learning a foreign language, having only learned the present tense and second person. Only now, only you.

Your tongues swirled around and desperately explored the parts of eachother that had seemed so unreachable before. Daryl's left hand rested on the curve of your hip while the other settled for the back of your neck, gently grabbing sections of your soft hair and pulling you in closer. Soon, you became aware of the need for oxygen as the pit in your stomach rose and you pulled away; only slightly.

And the rest was a blur. It was likely that you had wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and continued your heated make-out session. Perhaps he'd lifted you up effortlessly and placed you over his lap not once breaking the distance between you. Perhaps he'd let his hands traverse the expanse of your body.

It didn't matter now, of course, as you lay awake in your own bed, struck by a terrible headache and a burning desire to go back to sleep. Your eyes fluttered open and immediately snapped shut at the bright light streaming in through your bedroom window. You winced, still feeling the effect of sunlight breaching your eyelids. Were you... hungover? You sat upright and, keeping your eyes firmly closed, you attempted to cast your mind back to whatever events could have transpired yesterday to have you feeling like this in the morning. It felt like even thinking seemed to hurt. What had you done previously that day? You're a doctor. So you went to work in the infirmary as normal. Stitches- somebody needed stitches. Daryl... Dixon. Needed stitches. Then... you went to check on him later to see how he was doing. He might have offered you a drink, right? Thank God nothing happened, you thought, as you looked around the room just grateful to be in your own bed.

You didn't remember.

Daryl woke up in a similar manner, having tossed and turned all night regarding the events of the evening, utterly aggravated by the morning light causing his head to pound like a drum. He didn't even remember the fresh stitches that peppered his chest from only yesterday. This time, however, his mind was scattered with thoughts and memories of you, and that beautiful kiss. No, no, she was drunk. Shit, she didn't want this, she doesn't want you. Daryl could almost hear his older brother's voice. How could a pretty girl like her want a redneck piece of shit like you? That's right, she doesn't. And she never will.

Drunk girls kiss anyone they see, right? There's no way she meant it, not for Daryl anyway. Still, thoughts of Y/N stirred with hungover curses and regretful denials in the fuzzy mess that was Daryl's mind. Damn, it was good, though. He would give just about anything for the affirmation that you really did want to kiss him, just so he could do it again. How was he supposed to go on now? What would happen if you remembered as well? You might hate him for it. You might never want to speak to him again. Anyone would be able to sense the awkward air that floated between the two of you when he visited the infirmary. Shit, he really fucked this one up. He should've known you wouldn't be able to handle your liquor and waited till you were sober. Come on man, be realistic. Y/N would never kiss you sober.

Putting his mind to rest, Daryl got out of bed deciding that it was probably way past sunrise. Maybe Carol would have some words of advice for him?

He dismissed the idea of a shower and headed out towards the more central area of the town searching for Carol, who he figured he might spot practising her social endeavours under the alias of a sweet housewife. Daryl hoped to God that he wouldn't run into you, just for the sake of not having to deal with this situation right now. He recognized Carol perched next to that man, Tobin, on his porch sat a little closer to each other than seemed normal. He didn't want to interrupt, but, he desperately needed assistance from someone familiar with that kind of department. And soon, before he went doing something he'd regret later.

"Hey, can I borrow ya' for a sec?" he called out, hoping the man wouldn't seem too bothered.

"Yeah, sure!" she laughed and muttered something of an apology to the man by her side and bounced down the front steps. She was truly milking it out with this persona. Heading to walk down the road so the two of them weren't idly standing in front of Tobin's house, Daryl began to speak, albeit a little hesitantly.

"There's sumthin' I gotta ask ya," he drawled, reluctant to speak the next words in fear of humiliation.

"What it is?" she continued to stare blankly at him, hoping that something interesting might actually be happening in this town for once instead of his usual rants about hunting and weaponry.

"It's, uhh- It's Y/N, y'know, the doctor," he began cautiously. He hadn't much opened up about his love life (or lack thereof) to anyone before, maybe with the exception of his brother, who insisted on scolding him for his inability and unwillingness to bring chicks home.

"Ooh, she's pretty. So what's going on, you got a crush on her?" she started.

"Well, I dunno'. Not till last night. We, uh- She came over and we ended up havin' a drink and we talked and then-" This was the part Daryl was dreading. He pondered as to how his friend might react. "We kissed," his voice trailed off.

"Oh my gosh, Daryl, that is so exciting!" she exclaimed, cheerfully and proudly, as though she were a mother at her child's graduation.

"Lay it off,"

"Alright fine. But really, I am happy for you. So what's the problem?"

"Well, y'know, she was drunk, and so was I. I dun' think she's gonna remember. Dun' think she wanted it at all,"

"Daryl, don't be silly. Of course, she wanted it. Girls don't go 'round kissing anyone they see, even where they're shitfaced drunk. Not smart girls like Y/N," she reassured him, hoping that it was enough to actually make him do something about the situation.

"So wha' do I do?" he drawled.

"I say, talk to her about it. Find out if she remembers or not, and tell her what happened either way. And tell her how you feel." she spoke, optimistically.

"What if she dun' like me back?"

"What's the worst that can happen? A few awkward check-ups next time you visit the infirmary? Besides, I've got a good feeling that she really likes you. She may have slipped something to me a couple weeks ago about a little crush she had on a certain archer,"

"Huh? What else she say?" Daryl sounded confused and surprised.

"That is not information that I am allowed to disclose." she paused a moment. "Daryl likes a girl! This is finally happening!"

"Shut up," he began, with the slightest of chuckles. "It's not... completely unheard of..."

She hummed for a second in consideration. "Yes it is." she said matter-of-factly. Pointing to the house that was the designated hospital, she spoke up once more in excitement, "See look! There's your chance, just go inside and talk to her. I promise things will go well,"

"Alright'," Daryl braced himself to enter the infirmary, working up enough courage just to step inside a place that seemed... so full of you. In a good way. "Tell me how it goes!" he heard a high voice exclaim from outside just as he shut the door behind him.

The place was empty. He paced around, silent on his feet as a result of years of hunting and tracking practice. This meant, however, that when he stepped into a room with you sat behind a desk engrossed in what seemed to be stacks of medical reports, you were very startled when you looked up to see Daryl standing in front of you. If you had taken more notice, you would have seen that he, too, was a little startled.

"Hey, what's up?" you spoke cheerfully, despite Daryl seeming a bit on edge. It took him a moment to respond.

"Can I talk to ye' for a minute?" You can't say you didn't miss that sweet Southern drawl of his.

"Yeah, sure, what's this about?" You stood up and made your way around the desk to stand in front of the leather jacket-clad man. Despite your efforts, this only made him more nervous.

"Listen, uhh- last night-" began before you interrupted, and a part of him was thankful that you did.

"Shit, did something happen?" you brought a palm up to your forehead looking a little embarrassed. You racked your brain again for any trace of a memory, but, nothing. "I know I was with you, and I know I woke up really hungover this morning. I hope I didn't embarrass myself, I'm sorry, I can't remember anything,"

"Nah, nah, it ain't like that. 'M sorry. We were talkin' an', both of us were shitfaced drunk. You uhh- you told me ta' kiss you an'- and we did,"

Your face was contorting in an unreadable expression, but you weren't saying anything. You didn't seem that... surprised? But you weren't shocked or confused either. For a moment it looked like you were in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, I was drunk, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or annoyed or anything..."

"No, I didn't mean it that way at all- I mean... I ain't annoyed, I just... wanted ta' know if it meant sumthin'," his voice trailed off and he looked around the room, attempting to distract himself from staring too deeply into your gorgeous eyes.

"Daryl... that's actually really sweet. None of the guys I've ever made out with at parties have ever come back to talk to me, they just wanted to get into my pants," you were smiling. Daryl fidgeted at the idea of getting into your pants. "I mean, if you're sure it happened, then it definitely meant something. I don't just go around kissing anyone, especially not in- well, the apocalypse. I really trust you Daryl, you're the bravest guy I know. Also, I uhh... I think you're really hot." you tried to avert your gaze, but his stormy blue eyes were magnetic. You stared up at the man, smiling, waiting for a reply and silently praying that he shared your feelings.

Instead of a spoken response, he lifted his right hand and ghosted it across your jawline. The two of you smirked simultaneously and closed the distance between you. Finally, you could enjoy the taste and scent of the man without kissing him to fulfill an intoxicated impulse. Your mouths fit perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle, and melted into one another. Daryl tasted like pinewood and delicious cigarette smoke, and you - candy apples and honey.

You pulled away - only slightly - and rested your forehead against his. Staring down at your feet, you tried to think of something, anything to say that made this situation any less strange. "Oh, um- how are the stitches?" you said, and then giggled at the futility of your question.

"They're fine. Already forgot 'bout 'em." You couldn't help yourself, his voice only driving you on further. You leaned in again, sweetly pecking him on the lips before your next suggestion,

"Do you maybe wanna stay here? Keep me company? I mean, just in case you've got nothing else going on today. Gets a little lonely in here."

"That'd be perfect."

[boredcoldandhungry]

FOR THE TEACHER AU YOU SHOULD HAVE HAZEL AND FRANK COME IN ON ONE OF NICOS CLASSES !

Teacher AU 5

Prev Part

"Okay, good morning Military History," Nico said, putting on his glasses and shuffling through some papers on his desk. "As you know I have no idea how I got stuck teaching this elective, nor do I have enough lesson plans to make it through the first few weeks of this class. I'm working on it. Now, because of this we have some guest speakers today to buy some time while I plan out the rest of this term. I'd say don't embarrass me, but I think they'll embarrass me more than you guys will. Please give a warm welcome to my sister, Hazel, and my brother in law Frank, both of whom were military big wigs for a long time."

Hazel and Frank walked to the front of his classroom and started clicking through a slide show they had made. Nico only half paid attention to their presentation while he tried to get his own slideshows together for the class.

He had no idea how he got stuck teaching this class. Half of the class was rednecks that glared at the tiny pride flag on his desk, the other half was gay nerds who took his AP classes and took this class because he was teaching it, most of whom were as clueless as he was.

Half of his day was usually some level Italian, the rest being usually being AP US History and AP government, maybe an Art History elective if he had time.

The Military History teacher randomly quit after the last term, though, and Nico got stuck with the class instead of his prep period.

Just as he finished the lesson plan for week 6 he looked up to see Hazel and Frank doing an elaborate demonstration with multiple students volunteering to help them.

Nico sighed and took a long drink of his coffee before opening up a new document to start the week 7 lesson plan.

-

"I love family reunions," Hazel chirped, stabbing her salad with a fork.

"Haz, I wouldn't call eating lunch in my classroom a family reunion," Nico said.

"How'd y'all's presentation go?" Will asked while standing on a chair, trying to fix Nico's projector, which had stopped working right before lunch.

"I think they scared some of my kids."

"We motivated them!" Frank corrected. Hazel hummed in agreement.

Nico smiled.

"Whatever you say."

[ateezscupid]

1 in story prompt + 6 in smut with yeosang? ty!!

1. Yes, you used to be in love with a vampire, but you were just seventeen, and emotions were running high. You broke it off with him before you left for college, and although it was weird to go back to the real world, you knew it was the right thing to do. But then students at your college begin to go missing. Bodies are found on campus drained of blood. You've had enough when your roommate and your new boyfriend disappear. It's time to put on some garlic, grab a stake, and end this relationship. You just hope you can resist his irresistible charms.

6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

desirable ✩ yeosang 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

plot - your ex-boyfriend will try anything to get you back—even if it means killing people.

genre - smut, yandere!yeosang

warnings - mentions of death/killing, dom!yeo, sub!reader, neck biting, choking, mentions of blood, possessiveness, obsessiveness, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), begging

wc - n/a

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned for tag list info!

college was way different than you imagined it to be. Cliques filled with the popular kids and filled with the football and soccer kids, but they weren’t mean, so you didn’t complain.

it was weird being back on earth after so long. it’s a long story to explain, so let’s summarize. you fell in love with a vampire during a trip with your family, and ever since then, you’ve been in what looked like a completely different world from your normal one. it was filled with vampires, which wasn’t surprising since your boyfriend told you he would take you to his home.

oh right, your boyfriend. or your ex-boyfriend, yeosang. you met the day you went on the trip for your birthday. a trip to the mountains with a few of your other friends, jennie and san. you didn’t expect to meet such a handsome man in the mountains; your parents always told you it was filled with rednecks.

everything about him had you falling in love. you loved his curly black hair and his pretty golden eyes, or red eyes. they’d always change color, and with every color they were, you loved them. he wasn’t that much taller than you, but you still loved how your head would fall on his chest whenever he’d hug you.

that was another thing about yeosang, his bear hugs. for a vampire, his hugs were terrific. his strong arms around your body, his chest against your head, and his body entirely warming yours. you could’ve hugged him forever.

yeosang convinced you to leave everything behind and join him in his world; a world without drama like yours. a world where you would be accepted for your who you are and a world where you’d be with him forever. being 17, you didn’t realize the risk of this but agreed to leaving with him anyway. of course, he waited for your trip to be over so you still had time to spend with your family and friends.

once your trip had ended, he took you to a cemetery you were unfamiliar with. he brought you to his grave, one of many, and told you to place your hand on it. hesitantly you did so, and felt yeosang’s hand above yours. what felt like a few seconds, but was really hours, you opened your eyes to a completely different world.

you assumed it was a world for people, or beings, like him with powers that would confuse the average human. obviously in his eyes, you weren’t the average human.

he showed you around his home. beautiful wasn’t enough to describe this place, it kind of resembled story book villages in a way. it was small and quiet, but the sounds of laughter and people made you want to stay here. yeosang loved how your face lit up upon seeing his world, and he hoped in his heart that you’d stay with him.

but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

by the time you had turned 18, you felt extremely homesick. yeosang tried his best to make you feel at home, but it didn’t work. his efforts didn’t do much. you missed your parents, your friends. you didn’t know if you had just gone missing or if there was someone replacing you in the human world. either way, you wanted to leave.

you went to the same place you before when you first came to this world, and placed your hand on a tree nearby. you made sure to leave yeosang a note explaining why you were leaving him, which you knew would probably make him confused but you didn’t have time to explain.

just as you were about to leave, yeosang was running up the hill trying to reach you. he grabbed your hand and begged you not to leave, but you couldn’t stay. you couldn’t stay in this place with him anymore without your family and friends. and not only that, but it was only a matter of time until yeosang decided to bite you. you didn’t want that.

you take your hand out of his hold and sag your last goodbyes before leaving and returning to your world. surprisingly, it was like you had never left. everyone acted as if you had been here the year you were gone. you didn’t want to worry too much about it.

you were home. finally home. you could start college and you could get your life back together and not worry about yeosang.

you were free. but not for long.

it was 7:00. san should’ve been here by now. he promised he’d pick you up at 5:30, but he was nowhere to be found. and jennie wasn’t answering your calls? what was going on?

they seemed perfectly fine during class, alive and well. what could’ve happened in the past four hours that caused them to not answer any of your calls or texts? it was odd. you tried brushing it off and thinking they were busy with something, but this was unusual even for them. they’d never ignore your calls for this long.

you walk over to your window and look out to see if you could catch one of them walking to your dorm. maybe their phones died and they weren’t able to reach a charger? that’s believable.

maybe your suspicions were right and they were hooking up behind your back! even though both jennie and san denied it, it could always happen. even though jennie and san hated each others guts, you were allowed to have your suspicions.

as you looked out the window, you saw a pair of eyes staring back at you. it was weird how you could see them so clearly considering it was dark outside. you became more uncomfortable when they started moving toward the doors of your building.

immediately you closed your window and shut the blinds, running out to your kitchen and grabbing a knife. if this was the person who was taking all of those students then you needed to be prepared if they tried coming for you. on any other day, it would’ve been some random student but it was different. those eyes were staring directly at your window as if they were waiting for you to look.

you could only assume it was the person who was doing these things to the students, or it was yeosang. his eyes would turn red sometimes. it had to have been him. it didn’t make sense for it to be anyone else? you’re nice to everyone and nobody has a reason to make you their enemy, so why would-

“knock knock.” a voice rang from outside your dorm. you whipped your head over and tighten your grip on your knife. looking to your right, there was an unopened bag of garlic. vampires didn’t like garlic, right? you could use that. you snatch the bag off of the counter and slowly move toward the door, reaching a hand out to grab the door knob.

“it’s me, y/n.” the voice spoke. it was yeosang. maybe he was visiting and it coincidentally was around the same time students at your college were going missing and their blood was drained from their bodies? no biggie!

you open the door. there he is, standing in all his glory. his gorgeous black orbs and his pretty black hair, then his outfit that actually resembled the victorian era nicely.

god, he looked delicious. wait, you have a boyfriend. why are you thinking about things like this?

you try shutting the door but yeosang caught it quickly, digging his nails into the wood and forcing the door open. that alone caused you to drop everything you had in your hands. he saw the garlic drop on the ground and started laughing.

“did you really think garlic would get rid of me? darling, i’m a vampire, not a storybook character. garlic doesn’t hurt me.” he caressed your cheek gently.

“why are you here? i said i was breaking up with you and i meant it! i’ve already moved on so we can’t date!”

“oh, you’re adorable.” yeosang slams the door behind him as he enters.

“you don’t seem to understand, my love. you’re mine. your body is full of me just like mine is full of yours. everything about you is mine. dating or not, you belong to me.”

“i belong to no one,” you take a step back, which triggered yeosang to step forward. “you need to get over me.”

“i licked it so it’s mind.” he blurted out, your cheeks turning pink. “you can’t get away from me now. we mated, don’t you remember? you can never get rid of me.”

“y-you’re fucking insane, cant you hear yourself?! who would want to date someone who acts like you?!”

he narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. “i know you’re a bit startled, so i wont get mad—”

“startled doesn’t even begin to—you went around my fucking college kidnapping people and killing them! why the hell would i—in what fucking world—” you paused, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself down. “in what universe do you believe i’d ever get back with you after the shit you pulled?”

“in this universe. you cant resist me baby.” out of nowhere, his hand is wrapped around your neck and he’s pinning you against the door. as much as you want to fight back, you couldn’t help but get turned on.

“my tongue still remembers the way you taste.” he lifted your chin and forced you to look at him. those words alone made you want him even more.

“i-it does?” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. “can you prove it?”

“of course—”

“after you tell me what you did with jennie and san. i know they couldn’t have just disappeared out of nowhere, you did something to them!”

yeosang’s lip twitched, and he tightened his grip around your throat. you were being choked and you could care less. he leaned closer, his nose poking yours. his lips were inches away from yours and you desperately wanted to feel them again. you wanted to feel his soft ones against yours. you needed him so bad.

it was like he was going over your mind. he smashed his lips against yours, and you kissed back, his hand leaving your neck and moving to your midsection. he leads you away from the door and toward the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. he kisses up and down your neck, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“yeosang,” you whine. his aroma was so intoxicating. he smelled like whiskey, flowers, and candles. it was an odd mixture but a favorable one nonetheless.

“i love your body so much,” he rasps against your neck, nestling into it. “i missed it so much.”

“show me how much,” you rumor against his lips. he drones and clutches your shirt, pulling up and over your head and tossing it on the floor. he gazed at your chest, bringing one nipple into his mouth and massaging your breasts.

“love,” he murmured. “your body is amazing. get these off,” he messes around with your pants, and you undo the knot, standing up for a second to remove them. they pooled at your feet while yeosang gaped at your body. so ravishing, all for him.

you posed back on his lap, rolling your hips on the bulge growing in his pants to feel friction. his hands went across your body while yours dragged down his, tugging at them before pressing your hand underneath. a groan left his lips when he felt you palm him. you grin at the noise he made.

“fuck, you’re so hard….” you whisper. “were you holding off for me?”

“very much so.” he huffs, lips shifting back into your nipple. “i missed you so much, words can’t describe it.” he licked and sucked on your nipple, resulting in your wetness pooling in your delicates. yeosang notices the dampness on his pants, and he can’t help but chuckle. getting yourself, all worked up for him.

“on your knees,” he instructs, and you do so without reluctance. you unbuckled his pants and yanked them down. he raised his hips to aid you, and his cock sprang into your face. you were sure he wasn't this big before.

“did you get bigger?” you glance at him. yeosang chuckles and tangles his fingers in your hair.

“don’t ask questions. get to it.”

“demanding much?” you grinned as you lower your head, opening your mouth and welcoming his cock inside. you closed your lips around him, tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue. yeo groaned loudly at the warmth of your mouth and began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. he didn’t want to overwhelm you since he assumed you hadn’t blown anyone since the last time you two had been together. and he was right, you hadn’t.

“fuck, you’re doing great.” he’s going down your throat little by little. you didn’t realize how easy it would be, but it felt nice. it was nice knowing you could please him after so long. you place your hands on his thighs and hollow your cheeks. that one action made his hips stutter.

“your mouth feels so good.” he tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down further, causing you to gag on his length. he felt your nails dig into his thigh as he hit the back of your throat. he was worried about hurting you, but you knew to tap him when it became too much.

“fuck, yes…” yeo’s head falls backward, his hips moving at an erratic pace. his head felt like it was spinning as he neared his high. just when he was about to release in your mouth, he pulls your head off of him. you gave him a confused look.

“why’d you—” your sentence was interrupted when he lifts you and throws you onto the couch, a hand trapping your wrists together and pinning them above your head as he got in between your legs.

“i haven’t seen you in years, i couldn’t wait.” his tip brushed against your clit. “tell me what you want.”

“y-you should already know.” his hand finds its way back to your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing tightly. his face was now inches away from yours.

“don’t act stupid.” yeosang whispers into your lips, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his hips rolled against yours. his mouth makes its way toward your neck and he bites down gently. not enough for his fangs to go through, but enough to pinch.

“yeo, p-please.” you grip his shoulders. “please f-fuck me, i’ll do anything.”

without words, he lined himself up and eased inside of you. his hand which was on your neck was now sliding up and down on your thigh. you hissed being stretched out by his length. it had been so long since you’ve felt like this, you felt like you were floating.

“let me take care of you.” he smiled against your neck, opening his mouth and pressing his fangs against your skin. “you’re mine. nobody else can have you.” you felt them pierce through your skin as he began thrusting, a mix of pain and pleasure courting through your body.

“i-i…love you so so so much,” you whine. he groans as blood pooled in his mouth. he pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

“i love you too, pretty.”

@cup1dtiny ✯✧✯

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 6

We’ll Meet Again

Before, you were living the dream, and you didnt even know it. Much to your parents disappointment, you fell in love with a redneck, who stole your heart with the kindest, saddest eyes you’d ever known. A pair of lovesick teenagers; most nights you snuck out of your bedroom window to get on the back of his bike, and the two of you would ride away, to nowhere, to everywhere.

Obviously, when you became adults, things were a lot less simple, but they were still a dream. Your sweetheart redneck waiting for you at the end of every shift, leaning against his bike with his arms crossed and a stern expression that melted away the moment he saw you. The two of you took lovesick teenagers to the next level, it wasnt something you grew out of. While still in a pencil skirt and a blazer from your office, the two of you would be climbing trees, running through the grass, your heels hanging from your hand as the rocks and sticks beneath your feet shredded yet another pair of stockings. Wherever you went, whenever you discovered a patch of something new, you carved a heart into a tree with his knife, the heart always had a line that went straight down the middle, to represent how you were two halves of each other. Life, back then, was everything you could have ever wanted.

When the world you knew fell to pieces, you were away on a business trip, in an entirely different state. With all forms of long distance communication made redundant, you had no way of reconnecting with him. That didnt stop either of you from trying, though. He stayed at your house for a month, waiting for you, while you made your way back through the broken world. Less than a day before you arrived home, he had decided to go out and look for you. Somehow, the two of you completely missed each other.

Years have passed since the beginning, and you are still on your own. You prefer it that way. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. All this time spent outside, you have been searching for him, but you have no way of knowing where he is, and it breaks your heart. Just thinking of his name is too much for you to take. Behind you, your journey is drawn out on the trees that you carved into, and at this point you dont know if you’re carving them in tribute to someone you’ve lost, or if you’re trying to guide them back to you.

When you find Alexandria, you decide that maybe being alone isnt ideal anymore. He wouldnt want you to be by yourself out there; you often laugh to yourself at the thought of his reaction to the things you’ve done since he last saw you. The people of Alexandria are naive, that‘s obvious, but you are one person, one against many, and it isnt your place to try and change the way they do things. They let you into their home, and for that you are grateful. So instead of changing them, you put your own skills to good use. When the dead gather at the gates, you are the one to dispose of them, and when it comes to supply runs, you are the one people go to.

While out on your supply runs, you decide to carve trails in every direction, leading back to the gates, in the hopes that maybe, someday, he’ll find one, and he’ll follow them back to you. It’s wishful thinking.

When Aaron brings Rick’s group back to Alexandria, you’re away on a long run, andyou miss him, again. He’s grieved the loss of you, he’s still grieving, he will forever, he thinks. He’s so convinced you’re gone that when Deanna mentions the other survivor who arrived not long ago and refers to your name, Daryl’s only thoughts are that some bitch is going to arrive to torture him with the memory of you. As if being stuck in these walls couldnt be made any worse. As if seeing this neighbourhood filled with people didnt remind him of riding home with you from high school, dropping you off and walking you to your door like the gentleman he was proud to be. As if life without you wasnt painful enough.

He spends as much time outside of the walls as possible, not looking forward to being forced to interact with the ghost of your memory. He heads back to the walls almost every night, so that his friends dont come looking for him, and by then, if this other survivor has arrived he’ll have hopefully avoided them, and he can run back out of the walls the following morning to avoid them further. On one of his walks back, though, he notices something that he didnt before. Something that he hadnt seen in years, but something he’d never forgotten. His shaking hands traced the carved marking in the tree trunk, and then he hears something he never thought he’d heard again.

“Awh, you guys didnt have to throw me a welcome-back party, you’re too kind!”

He turns so slowly, his mind at war with the rest of him as optimism and cynicism battle each other to the death. When his eyes land on you, cynicism evaporates.

You’re jumping on the walkers you’d just greeted, stabbing them through the skull, kicking others to the floor and telling them to wait their turn. A pile of the dead forms around you, and you sigh, your back facing him. He cant move, he has to be dreaming. A walker stumbles right past him, heading for you, and something primal awakens in him. In an instant, he has aimed, fired, and knocked it down. It’s your turn to freeze. The sound of a crossbow is something you’ll always remember, even after all these years. Your heart pounds against your ribs, gripping the string of the very bow that he had made for you and gifted on your 19th birthday. With the same disbelief weighing you down, your body turns just as slowly as his had.

Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, neither of you can move. For just one precious moment, you both accept the realisation that you were both alive all this time, and against all odds, you’ve found each other again. You’ve found Daryl. And then, the moment changes, and you’re running to each other. You jump into his open arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, his arms locking around your back as he falls to the ground, resulting in you now sitting on his lap. The mixture of laughing and crying that ensues is one of utter madness, the greatest form of bliss, as you hold each other’s faces, your hands roaming all over each other’s clothes bodies for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

“I thought’cha were dead!” Daryl chokes out, and you cant stop smiling at him.

“I thought you were too!” You cry.

“Why’d ya keep leavin’ the carvin’s on the tree if ya thought I was gone?” He asks, unable to comprehend that you are really here, in his arms again. His impossible girl.

“Couldnt give up on you, not ever.” You tell him, and then the two of you are sobbing into each other, crushing each other so tightly that any other time it would probably be too painful, but not now.

From the gates, Rick’s group have gathered, and they’re watching on in confusion. Daryl had never had the strength to tell anyone about you, not even Carol. Talking about you would lead to him talking about how he thought you were gone, and if he actually spoke those words aloud, they would be too real.

“I never stopped lovin’ you, ya gotta know that.” Daryl sniffles, resting his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes, your face aching from smiling more than you have in years. “I know, I never stopped loving you either, Daryl.”

Hearing you say his name broke him, and he buries his face in your neck. “Shit, (Y/N), ya got me back round your li’l finger already.”

You cant help laughing at that, lifting his head from your neck so that you can kiss his forehead, and then you’re staring at each other again, waiting. There’s some hesitance, some nervousness, it’s been so long since either of you have kissed anyone, what if you arent good at it anymore? But against all that, something else wins, and you’re leaning in, your lips meeting his. Daryl’s arms pull your body flush against his, deepening the kiss, and you both sigh, because it hasnt changed. Despite everything the two of you have been through since you last saw each other, you are still the same people, the same lovesick teenagers, deep down in your own heads, in a place where only you two can go.

From beyond the gates, cheers erupt, and you and Daryl break apart, resting your heads together as you laugh and look to the crowd. Maggie and Glenn have their arms around each other, grinning at the two of you. Rick, Michonne, Abraham and Aaron are applauding and smiling in disbelief. Rosita is rolling her eyes at how cheesy this is, but she’s smiling. Carol’s watching on with a hand over her heart and an emotional smile on her face, and Tara’s giving Daryl two thumbs up. Everyone is so happy, and you can tell from the looks on their faces that they’ve never seen Daryl this happy.

“Friends of yours?” You ask him teasingly, and he shakes his head.

“Naw.” Daryl answers, standing to his feet and lifting you up with him. “Come meet the family.”

[lunajay33]

Change Part.7

•🩰🎀🩷•

Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.6

•Masterlist•

“Where’s Merle?”

They explained the situation, how Merle was going to get everyone killed and what happened, now I’m just waiting anxiously for Daryl to come back from tracking that deer, Merle’s always been a hard ass and a problem to deal with but he is Daryl’s brother this was going to be a hard one to deal with, how was I suppose to tell him Merle’s handcuffed to a roof and the incident with Ed?

The kids screamed alerting the rest of us somethings was wrong, I got up running through the trees to where a deer was being eaten by a walker, this must be the deer Daryl’s been tracking, Shane ripped the walker back beating on it until it was weak and in pieces but obviously still alive, Daryl and I have noticed the group are still not quite clear with how to deal and kill walkers

“Come on guys, gotta get the head” I groaned driving my knife through its head, the bush ahead rustled alerting everyone’s attention

Daryl comes out groaning as he sees the dead deer

“Damn it! I’ve been tracking this thing for miles, do you think we can just cut around chewed up bit?”

“I wouldn’t risk it” Shane said

“Shit” when he saw me he lightened up a bit, I held my hand out for him

“Come on we need to talk” we get back to the camp and he calls out for Merle

“Where the hell are ya Merle?”

“He’s not here Daryl” I say feeling my bottom lip tremble, I’m not usually this emotional but with the pregnancy and after everything that’s happened today I can’t help it

“What do ya mean?” He asks worried as he notices my reaction

“We need to tell you something?” Rick said as everyone started to circle the scene

“And who the hell are you?”

“Rick Grimes”

“Ya got something ya need to tell me Rick Grimes” I can tell he’s growing more agitated

“He was a danger to us all I had no choice but to handcuff him the roof”

“Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?”

“Yeah” Daryl was fuming and went to lunge at Rick but Shane gets behind him and gets him in a choke hold

“Ya best let me go”

“Let him go Shane come on” I yelled pushing him away helping Daryl up

“Choke holds illegal” I tried to calm him down by rubbing his back but he shooed me off

“It wasn’t Rick’s fault, I had the key and dropped it” T-dog intervenes

“Ya couldn’t pick it up?”

“I dropped it down the drain, but if it helps I chained the door shut he’s probably still up there”

“I’m going to get him, just tell me where he is” Daryl groans as he gets him crossbow

“Rick will show you, won’t you Rick” Lori says as she steps out of the camper

“Yeah I’ll show you”

A few people got together preparing to go back to Atlanta

“Daryl I’m sorry but….but I’m scared I don’t want you to go” he went to say something when his eyes landed on my jaw gently raising his hand to caress it

“What the hell happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Yer bruised and it wasn’t there this morning”

“I…….ill tell you when you get back, because you will be coming back to me Daryl Dixon” he sighs dropping his hand

“Okay, and I’m sorry fer pushing ya away earlier”

“It’s okay I understand just don’t risk your life if Merle doesn’t want help”

“I’ll be back for both my ballerinas don’t worry”

“What if I come with you, as you said I’m a ballerina after all I’m good on my feet”

“Nah Angel yer pregnant can’t risk it”

“You’re pregnant?” I hear Rick ask from behind us

“Umm yeah, so you better make sure he gets back here in one piece”

“I will, you have my word” everyone filled into the cargo truck and were about to leave

“I love you Daryl”

“Love ya Angel” they drove off and it feels like my heart is driving off with them

I went to sit by Dales camper since he had the most comfortable seats and god I need that right now

“You alright sweetie?” Dale asks as he takes a seat beside me

“I’m just tired, it’s been a hectic day”

“You know when my wife was pregnant she got these awful emotions out of no where, she’d be fine one moment and then crying her eyes out the next and it always overwhelmed her”

“You know” I look at him shocked

“I couldn’t tell at first but Daryl seems really protective and I’ve seen him hold your belly when you think no one’s looking, it’s quite sweet actually, seeing that side of him”

“Is it obvious? Daryl and I don’t really want everyone to know just yet”

“Oh no I just got an eye for things” he smiles

“Thanks Dale”

“So how far along are you?”

“About 4 months now I’d say”

“Do you know the sex?”

“No but I have this feeling she’s a girl”

“Mothers intuition” he laughs

“Daryl likes to call us his little ballerinas”

“Whys that?”

“When we met I was obsessed with ballet, specifically Swan Lake, we got paired up as partners in class and he came over, my room was decorated like a ballerina would have it, he was interested and he even bought me little slippers, I still have them”

“Did you dance?” He asked intrigued

“Sadly no, I didn’t have enough money, I did a few class when I was in Atlanta, Daryl paid for them as a gift for me, but after school and everything I never got to peruse it, but in the end I got Daryl and that means more to me than being a ballerina”

“He’s a good man isn’t he?”

“He really is, he just has walls it’s not his fault, but he really is a wonderful man, I’ve never loved anyone more” I smile at him rubbing my tiny bump

“Come on let’s get you some supper”

The evening went on and there was no sign of Daryl and the others and it was driving me insane, it was dark now what if something happened and now I’ll never see him again

“Where are you going?” Andrea asked Amy

“I gotta pee, geez can’t a girl get some privacy?” She said making everyone laugh

“How’re you feeling sweetie?” Lori asked from across the fire

“Oh I’m fine, just anxious I want Daryl back”

“I still can’t believe you’re with a man like Daryl Dixon you guys are complete opposites” Shane says

“We’re more alike than you know”

“How so?”

“It’s personal”

My face throbbed in pain and I could feel the blood trickle down my face, disoriented I tried to steadily make my way to Daryl’s house without falling or passing out

I finally made it walking around the house to Daryl’s window, knocking on the door and waking his dad late at night would be stupid of me, his window slid open and he rubbed his eyes tired

“Y/n what are ya doing here it’s like 2 in the morning” it must have been too dark for him to notice

“Can you help me Daryl” I could hear the whine in my voice

“What’s wrong?”

I slumped to the ground leaning against his house, he jumped out the window and kneeled infront of me shinning a light in my face

“What the hell happened who did this?”

“Jackson, he had friends over and they…..they got rough with me, slammed my head……against the wall”

“I’m gonna kill em” he got up

“Please don’t leave me”

“Come on I’ll get ya cleaned up”

He brought me in the house and sat me on his bed, getting a cloth and some supplies, fixing up whatever needed fixing, finishing with patching me up

“What about your dad?”

“Don’t worry he’s been gone for like a week, yet staying here tonight”

“Are you sure?”

“Ya, ain’t going back to that asshole”

“Thanks, I’ll take the floor”

“Nah yer sleeping on the bed”

“Can you sleep with me, I just don’t wanna be alone”

He didn’t say anything and just climbed in behind me, I rolled over and laid my head on his chest, his arm holding me closer

“Thank you Daryl”

“Anytime Angel”

That was the first night we shared the same bed, and it was like I was really feeling love for the first time ever, Daryl’s always been there for me like I’ve always been there for him

“Where’s the extra toilet paper?” I hear Amy ask from the camper before she lets out a blood curdling scream, we all shoot up noticing walkers swarming the camp, I take my knife out ready for any that comes my way, everyone is screaming and trying to dodge any walkers, I turn hearing one behind me and lodge my knife into its brain but the knife sticks and I go down with it

“Y/n watch out!!” I hear Lori scream I turn around and another one falls on me, I lay on my back trying to hold it back from snapping at my flesh and ripping me apart, it’s strong though, too strong and I’m getting weak when suddenly it goes limp with an arrow through its head

Throwing the body off me I look up to see Daryl running towards me holding me close as the others finish off the remaining walkers

“Thank god you’re back” I sigh gripping his shirt

“I’m sorry, shoulda never left”

Part.8

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J2 Jaxcon Main Panel 2023

Usually, before they go on stage the boys do a fist bump but they didn't get to do it this time because they were running behind so they weren't walking in together so they do their fist bump on stage instead. I love that Jared was all before we do anything else we have to do this about it, it's their little tradition 💕

Jensen asks if Jared has a joke, he kind of does: what do rednecks do on Halloween? He doesn't say the punchline because it is an inappropriate joke, but he does blame Jensen for telling it to him years ago 😂

Jensen does end up saying the punchline later on, and for anyone curious the full joke is: what do rednecks do on Halloween? Pump kin.

Jensen also tells a joke: what tree's favorite holiday is Halloween? Bamboo. Jared told another dad joke: what did the arithmetic seed say when it grew up? Gee, I'm a tree.

And then Jensen confessed that he actually got this joke from a whiteboard that's backstage in the hallway and it's so cute cause when he admitted this, Jared said he had seen it but he wasn't going to sell out his boy. And this is actually why Jensen had asked Jared if he had any jokes because he thought Jared had seen it and was going to say it but Jared says it was stupid 😂

Getting into the questions:

What is their favorite childhood memory? 

Jared says it’s difficult to pick a specific one but he had a great time playing outside. When he grew up it was before iPhones, iPads, and all that stuff- he quips that when Jensen grew up it was before cars 😂 

He thinks he was trying to figure out all that was going on in his head because they didn’t have the welcomed distractions of social media. He will say this because his sons were in a similar situation around 2 weeks prior, there were about 5 or 6 school friends he had in his neighborhood and they were allowed to TP each other’s houses. Their parents knew and they’d have to clean it the next day but the excitement of it- so, he jokes, his fav childhood memory was a life of crime. But seriously getting outside. 

Jensen has many but he’ll choose one; there was a rollercoaster in Six Flags Texas that was called The Shockwave it had two loops and he was too short for the ride, and his brother who was older and had been able to get on it for a couple years was always making fun of him for being too short to get on it but when he was six, he was finally able to get on, and he remembers being so excited that he walked up, got there and when he realized he was tall enough to ride he was like 'oh no' cause he could hear the screams. So he’ll never forget that first ride, and he can almost still taste the adrenaline of when he was a kid. x

What is their favorite, or go to, fake curse word?

Jensen's is shiitake mushrooms.

Jared’s a fudge guy. The one that starts with an F is the one he probably says most often, and G doesn’t love it when he says it in front of the kids. x

Besides the ‘67 Impala what is their dream car?

Jared says the first car that he bought was a '69 Camaro, and that Jensen teases him because he has been saying for as long as they've known each other that the car is getting restored. But Jensen says he has never seen proof of life so he doesn't believe him.

Jared’s favorite vehicle on the planet is a C2 Corvette Convertible so '63 to '67 probably '67 and probably with a 327. The 427 dips the front a little bit because it was heavy.

Jensen says many, many years ago, probably early 2000’s, he had a 1973 Ford Bronco. He says it was so fun, that he took it places he probably shouldn't have- he used to drive it through the LA River. He ended up selling it after a few years because he was always working so he barely got to use it and he loved that car so much that it actually made him feel bad that it wasn't getting used. He ended up selling it to a sound guy who lived in Venice Beach, and he's always regretted it. So he’s now building one! He found a 1969 body so he's currently restoring it and should have it soon. x

How do they not get caught up in the fame?

They joke they have wives who remind them hourly. 

Jared would honestly say, that for him and Jensen it never occurred to them. It was kind of a blessing and a curse that the show was in Van cause it's not like they were going to a red carpet every night or a hot new club you’re invited to cause you’re on tv, you go to work and then go home and then go to work the next day so he feels whatever degree of fame he has was on accident. The first show he did back in 2003-2005 there was no tivo or Netflix, nobody knew who the hell he was for like 3 or 4 years so for him he just kept working and had a 24 year overnight success.

Jensen says it’s not what he thinks most people view it to be with him and Jared. They don’t rely on what fame they have got over the past 25yrs they just live normal lives and occasionally someone will come up and recognize them or it might be easier to get a dinner reservation, so there are a few things that they do notice. He adds that he and D rarely make reservations, they just kinda drop in cause they don’t know what the plan is but D’s favorite line is to tell him to go out and use his face. 

Jared jokes he’ll call and make reservations under Jensen’s name. 

Jensen shares a story about how his face or whatever little fame he had didn’t work so much so that he found it to be a bit of a conspiracy. There's this restaurant in Van called Blue Water and they wouldn't let him in. He'd walk in, the place would be empty, and when he'd ask if there was room for two he'd be told no. So he'd tell Jared, and Jared would walk in, be in there for half a second, and then turn around and tell Jensen they had room that they were gonna sit them. And this happened like 4 times.

So, he says they don’t live a life that he thinks most people think famous people live.

Jared says he thinks their fame happened as a byproduct of their love for stories, and over the years there were offers to go do movies but they loved their character so he thinks their degree of fame happened as a byproduct; it wasn't something to get famous there were things they could have done to get more famous but it’s more important for him to be attending cons than 20 Oscars. x

Which is their favorite part of the Impala renovations?

Jensen answers air conditioning. Nothing worked in that car, it was a picture car it was just for show. It took like 8 seasons of them begging for the car to sound like it should for them to do something about it but they did nothing else, he thinks it was held together with duct tape and hope. Now they have been lovingly put together and made road worthy but he said not to change anything aesthetically he wanted it to look and feel the same but it’s much more reliable now.

Jared mentions the time Jensen did donuts on set, and everyone was ducking because it was a gravel road so it was sending peebles everywhere. x

What have they been doing during the strike to keep themselves busy and happy?

Jensen replies he's been burying himself in, or really embraced, getting to be a dad every because there were several years where he only got to do that on weekends or here and there so coming up with things to do with the kids and embracing that but knowing that it’s temporary, it's an intense pause and absorb that, and he’s built himself a little music corner in his office. But not much, he’s not building a house or anything like that he’s just having fun and embracing the time he has right now.

Jared says it's much the same for him. It is difficult. It does get stressful especially because for 15yrs he and Jensen would accomplish something every day but the last time he filmed was March 10th so it’s been almost 7 months; it’s been weird for sure but like Jensen he's been hanging with the family and seeing what it’s like to be a parent, and a husband, and a brother, and a friend. x

If they could go back to when they read the very first script for SPN what would they say to their past selves?

Jared jokes that he'd say don’t do it.

Jensen answers that he'd say to his past self 'don't worry, you're gonna play Dean' because originally they were only auditioning for Sam so somewhere out there is his audition tape for Sam. He never read for Dean they just brought him in for the final test audition which is when he met Jared, and that was his first time reading for Dean. 

Jared says that’s not uncommon for movies or shows to do, sometimes they’ll audition for just one character and then decide which character each person fits best. They wanna see the same thing they want to see the way you react so it wasn’t like Jensen lost the role of Sam that's just what they do.

Jensen says there are a lot of roles he’s gotten as a product of reading for something else like his role in Smallville. It came down to him and Tom Welling for the role of Clark Kent and Tom ended up getting it then a few years later they called Jensen because they wanted to incorporate him into the show. So they wrote a role for him and gave it to him, so a lot of that happens where you go read for something and end up getting another role. So that's what he would say to his younger self who was reading the script for the first time thinking it would be Sam that he would be fighting for he'd just be like 'hey, don't worry it's gonna be Dean'. And when he read for Sam he did ask when they’d be reading for Dean cause he wanted a shot at it, and he says Kripke and Nutter looked at each other like 'we got you'.

Jared says that more than about the show specifically he doesn’t think there’s such a thing as starting your life or doing something so one day you can have the life you want, life is happening now and that’s something he’s learned through friendships and through relationships. If you sit down and beat yourself up thinking once you get something you’ll have a life and get to do whatever you want to do but life is happening now, you're living life now so he wishes he could tell his past self that because a lot of 20-year-old Jared was upset.

Jensen adds that Jared had just come off Gilmore Girls, he was in his early 20’s and he had a really good set up going in LA, he had a solid girlfriend, really good friends, his dogs, a good house, he was really kind of set up then when the show started they moved to Van. At this point, Jared asks if they’ve told the story about how they found out they would be filming the show in Van. Because they filmed the pilot LA thinking that's where they were going to stay, and then the show was picked up so they go to New York for the upfronts, and then they got flown out to dinner with the bosses at the time and that's when they find out the show would be filmed in Vancouver. So that was a big pulling the rug out kind of thing, it ended up being amazing, Van was a phenomenal place and the show worked out but it caught him off guard but he got by with a little help from his friend. x

They've done anime before, do they like it?

Jared hated doing the VO work for the SPN anime.

Jensen says the thing is with the VO work they did for the anime, which Jared ended up doing a bit more than what Jensen had agreed to, is that they were coming in to effectively dub in English so the animation was already done and they were trying to adjust the dialogue to try and fit what the animation was doing which is backward from how it's usually done. Because normally the dialogue comes first and the animation is done second to match the dialogue and that process of VO work he enjoys but the anime that they did was really awkward and just not that enjoyable. x

When they eat a taco do they tilt their head to the left or to the right?

They both go left. Jared says he holds it with his right same with a pizza because he’s the type to bend the pizza in half and as he's saying this Jensen decides to say it's the same with a kiss and Jared says prove it….and then...they lean towards each other...and act like they're about to kiss….I s2g one of these days...mark my words! One. Of. These. Days. x

If they could live in another country where would it be and why?

Jared answers Italy cause he loves Italy. He also says G is in the process of getting her Italian passport so he gets grandfathered in. 

Jensen replies he doesn’t know, he’s pretty happy in America. There are a few places out there he thinks would be really fun to live in, Italy is certainly one. He’s a big fan of Scotland, D’s parents have had a place on the west coast of Scotland for 17 years he could see himself being there, he hears Portugal is lovely, also Switzerland he loves Switzerland. x

What was one of the most difficult obstacles they have had to face or overcome either growing up or in their adult life?

Jared says he doesn’t know where to start but he’ll give it a shot and it's going to sound absurd but uncertainty in general. As a kid he didn’t know much, didn't know what he was gonna do, and he and Jensen had a very similar journey into what they do for a living now, they were both 17yr old Texans moving to the West coast where everyone wants to be in the industry. Even to this day, it feels uncertain cause they’ve both worked for 27yrs then their union went on strike so how does he work and provide for his family and provide an example for his kids- so just trying to accept that nothing is certain. Uncertainty is a part of life and you have to deal with it. 

Jensen says life is full of challenges otherwise it'd be very boring so he thinks you embrace those challenges and each one makes you better. When you're challenged you're learning things, that's teaching you things. They both left and moved out to the West Coast when they were teens which thinking about that now knowing what he knows now he can’t believe their parents allowed them to do that but you ask his dad and he’ll say one of the hardest things he’s had to do in his life is get on the plane after driving Jensen to LA and leave his 18yr old son in one of the biggest cities in the world alone. He got to a point that was probably when he booked Days of Our Lives that he had to come to terms with the fact that he was probably never going to move back home and that he was destined to be gone, that was tough to get over. He had a very great childhood with both his parents and both sets of grandparents, he was raised in a very loving home so leaving that and realizing that he probably wasn’t coming back to that was a big leap of faith but again he’s happy he did it because it has given him quite the journey. He says if we cling to what’s safe then we miss out on a journey that’s more rewarding than we could possibly imagine. 

Jared adds home is where family is and family doesn't mean blood so you find found family and that's home.

There was a little fangirl!Jared moment when Jensen brought up Days of Our Lives, and when he notices Jensen quips that Jared has also been one of the biggest challenges he’s to deal with in his adult life x

What personality trait from themselves did they bring to Sam and Dean and what personality trait from the brothers did they take to themselves?

Jared will say he is very analytical. Jensen will tease him often because he still reads instruction manuals, he still finds himself more at home plugged into a book than out and about. Sam gave him some pretty awesome hair. And he will say he’s grateful because he got to explore what sacrifice meant without actually having to get possessed by Lucifer, or die several times, or watch his brother die several times so he learned a lot about how to persevere or choosing to persevere. So he guesses he's learned perseverance ultimately is a choice.

Jensen would say something he brought to Dean from his personality is a fierce protection for the ones that he loves. Not necessarily physically like sure if he and Jared are walking down the street and somebody pushes Jared and starts barking at him Jensen is probably gonna come right over his shoulder with a fist which Jared says it’s happened before and Jensen admits it has happened! 👀👀👀👀👀👀

But he doesn’t always mean it physically if somebody is badmouthing somebody that he loves he will wear them down mentally very quickly and it is something he will do unwaveringly. He feels Dean was very much like that as well; something he learned from Dean, he thinks after playing that character for 15yrs his temper has shortened which doesn’t play well into the fiercely protective thing very well so he's still trying to balance those things out. 

He thinks Jared would agree those two characters are still very much alive and living inside of them and will forever. x

What was Jensen's inspiration for pursuing music?

He answers just having friends who are true musicians in his life that he gets inspired by musically quite often and it was finally some of those friends encouraging him to listen to that inspiration and do something with it and that was the result of a long time coming. And it's given him not just a voice but also the confidence to do it and enjoy it and music is a powerful thing. x

I found this so adorable I have to include a timestamp to it but just Jensen holding his mic for Jared to say his goodbye to the crowd at the very end- i don't know how to explain but there's something so sweet about it go watch it 🥰

J2 Main Panel Jaxcon '23