#fear the walking dead fanfict

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Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 2.01

You watch as Shane inspects a gun that belongs to Andrea, occasionally looking away from it to glance at Jace, who is secured to his chest. The thought of Jace so close to a weapon should make you unnerved, but because Shane was on the other end, it didn’t. It helped you sleep at night knowing your son had a dad and an uncle who’d do anything for him.

You bit your bottom lip so you wouldn’t wince when you shifted your leg, which was still painful from cutting it. You were sitting on a chair with your leg resting up on another, and despite your best efforts to hide the pain you were feeling, it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Daryl had given you a few painkillers from his brother's stash.

“Looks complicated,” Andrea says, watching him take the gun apart.

The interest in Shane’s eyes was obvious. “The trick is getting all these pieces back together the same way. I could clean yours, show you how. Oh yeah. It's a sweet piece.”

The blonde smiled. “It was a gift from my father. He gave it to me just before Amy and I took off on our road trip. He said two girls on their own should be able to defend themselves.”

“Your father is a wise man. Soon as Jacey here is old enough, I’m going to teach him how to defend himself, just like I taught his mama,” he says before gently kissing the top of your baby's head.

Andrea looks back at you, just as your eyes roll at the memory. “He taught you to defend yourself, that’s sweet.”

“It was our second date,” you laugh.

She looks back at Shane, who’s trying not to smirk. “You took someone you were trying to impress to a shooting range?”

“Yeah.”

She looks back at you. “I thought you would have known how anyway, since your brother was a sheriff.”

Shane ignores her and continues to talk about the gun. “Look, it's a limited capacity. See? only holds seven rounds.”

Suddenly, the RV comes to a halt. Both Dale and Glenn get out and take a look at the front of the vehicle. You get out of the RV last, and the moment you do, Carl runs to you with a cheeky smile on his face. He leans against you as you playfully ruffle his hair while looking around. The RV had broken down in what looked like a graveyard of abandoned vehicles.

“What’s going on?” You ask as Glenn and Dale look under the popped hood.

“Oh, just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of—” Dale says sarcastically before cutting himself off. “Okay, that was dumb.”

Shane takes a look and says, “I can’t find a radiator hose here.”

Daryl scoffs, “There’s a whole bunch of stuff we can’t find.”

It's been decided that your group will split up to look for supplies in the abandoned cars.

“Come on, y’all. Look around; gather what you can.” Shane says addressing everyone.

“Jace?”

“I’ve got him,” he says softly. He senses your hesitation and sighs, taking your hand in his. “He’s fine, I promise I won’t let anything happen to him. You just concentrate on not catching your limbs on anything sharp. Be safe, baby, and watch out for walkers.”

—

Searching abandoned cars and vans should have been easy, but of course, the process doesn't go as smoothly as you'd all hoped. As T-Dog places his hand on your back, quietly ushering you along as walkers slowly walk in your direction. Your stomach drops, forming a heavy pit as you think of Jace.

“Ahh shit,” he hissed.

You turn to see him slicing his arm on a broken window and bleeding profusely. You rip the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around his arm.

Delirious from the sight of his blood loss, you struggled to hold T-dog upright, but luckily, Daryl appeared beside you. “Quick, get under the car.”

You drop to the ground and roll under a car while Daryl places a dead body on top of T-Dog, then does the same to himself just in time as the dead walk by. You clamp your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your body shook with fear as you thought about your son. You internally prayed to God or whoever would listen that he was safe.

—

When the horde has passed, you get up and assist T-Dog to his feet. You put his good arm over your shoulder and said, “Let’s get you back to the others.”

You walked mainly in silence, watching Daryl curiously. His sleek movements while looking for danger made it seem like he’d been living in an apocalypse all his life.

“How does hiding under dead bodies keep walkers from noticing you?” You ask, distracting yourself from the fear of what you might find in a few moments time.

He looks over his shoulder at you, and he almost seems amused by your question. “The rotten bodies hide your scent.”

When you reach the RV, Andrea and Dale rush over to help T-Dog, who’s in bad shape, while Shane rushes to your side. You're relieved to see that he and Jace are both fine. His eyes widen with worry as they trace over you, soaking up the blood. “Lily,” he says in a low voice. “Are you hurt?”

“No, it's T-Dogs blood,” you say as you look around and notice your brother isn't there. “Where’s Rick?”

Shane clenches his jaw and says, “You should change your shirt.”

—

The last few hours had been tense as you waited for news on Sophia. Carol's daughter had gotten scared by the walker horde; your brother went after her but lost her while luring two walkers away. He came back to get help, and Shane, Glenn, and Daryl left to help him search for her. The only positive was that you managed to clean and cover up T-doggy cuts the best you could with what little medical supplies you had.

“He doesn’t cry much.”

You turn to see Dale standing behind you as you lay Jace down on some blankets inside the RV. “Oh, he does. Jace just likes to pick his moments.”

Dale nods his head, giving you a forced smile. “I know, I’ve heard him cry when he’s hungry, tierd or needing changed.”

“But?” You know by the look on his face that he’s holding back.

“I’ve noticed he doesn’t react much to loud noises.”

You frown and ask, “What are you getting at?”

Dale goes to answer you but closes his mouth again when he sees Glenn and Shane return through the small window. He leaves the vehicle just as Jace wakes up fussing, the noise he makes indicating he is hungry.

Dale doesn’t know what he's talking about.

—

You step out of the RV mid-conversation.

“It can't be soon enough for me,” Andrea says. “I'm still freaked out from that herd that passed us by, or whatever you'd call it.”

Glenn nods in agreement and says, “Yeah, what was that? All of them are just marching along like that.”

Shane steps closer to you and places his hand on your back before addressing the rest of the group. “A herd. That sounds about right. We've seen it. It's like the night camp got attacked. There are a few wandering packs. Okay. Come on, people. We still have a lot of work to do. Let's stay on it. Let's go, come on.”

Once everyone else had walked away, you turned to Shane and whispered. “What’s really going on?”

“You've got to keep them busy and focused on a task. Dale fixes the RV, we start moving these cars and clear a path.”

“You don't think we will find Sophia, do you?”

He shakes his head.

—

“Hey, I know what will make you feel better.”

Your brother sighs while rubbing at his forehead, “Yeah?”

You stretch out your arms, signaling for him to take the baby in your arms. Which he does happily, talking to him in a baby voice. “I remember when Carl was this size. He grew up so fast.”

Rick looked defeated when he returned without Sophia. He’d even cut open a walker to check its insides to see if it had eaten her; he blamed himself for what happened. You look in the opposite direction to see Lori trying to comfort Carl. Poor kid. He looked terrified. It was going to be a long night waiting till morning to resume searching for the young girl.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Lori, but I imagine things are going to get worse before they get better, and we are going to need each other.”

Again, you felt your heart harden with rage towards Shane and Lori, because you knew if your brother ever found out, it would tear him apart. With his free hand, Rick pulls a gun from his holster and hands it out to you. “This stays between us. I want to know you're safe at all times.”

You take it from him, nodding in thanks, knowing that if the others saw it, they wouldn’t be happy since Dale was keeping a hold of the guns. “Thank you,” you say as you double-check the safety before slipping it between your waistband and belt and hiding it beneath your long shirt. “Here’s hoping I never need to use it.”

—

You roll your eyes as Andrea argues with Dale about her not having a weapon. Personally, you thought she was far too emotional to handle it, but you remained silent, knowing that all the arguing was wasting time.

“Aunt Lily,” Carl gets your attention as you cross the barrier that heads toward the woods Sophia had run into.

“Yeah?”

“My dad says I can come too, so I need to stay close.”

“Well, I feel much better now that you're beside me, munchkin,” you say as you wrap your arm around his shoulder. “But you gotta stay beside your mom and dad so they don’t panic, okay?”

“I will,” he says, nodding. “Why isn’t Jace staying with T-Dog and Dale?”

“Because he’s safest with me, now let’s go. We don’t want to get left behind.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Daryl staring in your direction, but when you look at him, he quickly marches on ahead.

—

The group walks in single file through the woods, everyone keeping an eye out for any sign of the young girl. You notice Carl walking by you to talk to Shane, who was at the end of the line. “Look, Shane,” Carl says, holding up a pocket knife. “Dad said I could carry it, and mom said as long as I was—”

“Keep it down. We're looking for Sophia. You need to focus on the task,” he snaps, making the young boys' faces fall.

“Carl, go keep up with your mom,” you say as you place a hand on Shane's chest to block his path. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but cut it out. He's just a kid.”

He shakes his head and says, “That kid? He needs to toughen up. I love him like our own, but it’s the truth.”

You shake your head, not wanting to hear whatever he is about to say. You continue to walk in silence until Rick signals to stop when he reaches a tent.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t inside. It was just the remains of a man who killed himself.

You try to comfort Carol as best you can; you've only been a mom for a short time, but you can’t imagine anything worse than losing your kid. “Did you hear that?”

“No, wha-” Glenn shakes his head.

“Shh,” you cut him off. “There it is again. It sounds like bells.”

“It’s church bells,” Andrea says, in agreement “It could be Sophia or someone who’s found her.”

—

Shane shakes his head as you walk out of the church. “I'm telling you, it's the wrong church. It's got no steeple, Rick. There's no steeple.”

There was no sign of Sophia inside the church, which only had walkers inside. Feeling the heat, you walk around to the other side of the church to stand in the shade. You stand observing your surroundings for a few moments before unintentionally listening in on a conversation. You slowly look around the edge of the church to see Lori following Shane.

“Are you really leaving?” she asks.

“Don't you think it's best for all of us?”

“I think it is. What made you decide?”

You blink a few times to make sure you aren’t hallucinating the sight in front of you. But it’s real, and you feel sick watching your fiancé talk to a woman who now makes your skin crawl.

“I'm just trying to be the good guy here, Lori, and I just want to do what’s best for my family. What happened between us was a mistake and never should have happened.”

She walks towards him, pointing her arm in the direction of the church. “You're just gonna disappear? You're not even gonna tell Rick?”

“He'd only try to stop me. No, that's on you. You tell him what you want. Or tell him nothing at all. You're his wife.”

“And Lily? She’s happy to go along with this idea.”

He rubs his chin and says, “She doesn’t know we’re leaving yet.”

“Are you insane?” She hisses. “You really think she’ll just take the baby and go with you? And what about Carl?”

“Don’t, I love Carl. I'm trying to put this behind me. I'm attempting to make our lives easier. This ain't easy on any of us, least of all me. I'm the one who loses his family when Rick finds out.”

“This isn’t just about you. Rick would-”

“Rick would forgive you!” He yells. Fortunately for him, no one else was outside to hear him. “Rick would forgive you, he’d do anything to keep you, Carl, and him together. But Lily? If Rick found out what we did, he wouldn’t be able to be around me, so she’d need to choose. And I doubt she'd choose me... which is why we need to leave before things get out of hand.”

Not wanting to hear anymore, you storm forward and grab Shane by the wrist, pulling him behind you and away from Lori. “Let me make one thing clear,we’re not leaving. I am not leaving my brother or nephew, and you are not leaving either.”

“Wait just a minute—”

“One of the reasons I fell in love with you is because of how protective you are, so I know you think you're doing what’s right.” You cup his face in your hands, “but you're wrong. I'm not leaving them, so if you really want to go, then it’s going to be on your own.”

He looks hurt by your words. “I’d never leave without you and Jace.”

Your conversation is cut short when the others join you. You watch nervously as Rick and Shane walk off to have a conversation in private. You assumed they would be talking about Sophia where her mom couldn’t hear.

—

Reluctantly, the group split into two. Shane and Rick kept searching for Sophia, and Carl went with them while the rest of you headed back to the RV.

The walk back was filled with uncomfortable sighs and glances, mainly from Andrea, who was walking ahead but kept glaring back at you and Lori. Finally you have enough and snap, “Whatever you want to say, just say it.”

Her response is immediate. “I think it’s bullshit that we can’t defend ourselves properly, especially since we’ve now got a ticking time bomb with us.”

You follow her line of sight to the baby strapped to your chest, and anger boils inside you. “Excuse me?”

“Keeping the kid with you is selfish. You should have left-”

“Knock it off!” Daryl barks at her. “Unlike you, the kid causes no problems and makes a helluva lot less noise. So I suggest you shut the hell up and keep walking.”

Andrea scoffs and walks on ahead. You supposed you could chalk all the dirty looks and comments down to the blonde having a genuine fear that a crying baby could possibly bring a horde, but you had a feeling there was more to her sudden issue with you.

“So this is it?" This is the whole plan?” Carol asks, sitting down on a fallen tree.

Daryl shrugs. “I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups.”

Andrea directs her gaze at Lori, “carrying knives and pointy sticks. I see you have a gun.”

“Why, you want it? Here, take it. I'm sick of the looks you're giving me.” She hands Andrea the gun before facing Carol. “Honey, I can't imagine what you're going through. and I would do anything to stop it. But you have got to stop blaming Rick. It is in your face every time you look at him. When Sophia ran, he didn't hesitate, did he? Not for a second. I don't know that any of us would have gone after her the way he did or made the hard decisions that he had to make, or that anybody could have done it any differently.” She takes a sip of her water before looking at the rest of the small group. “Anybody? Y'all look to him, and then you blame him when he's not perfect. If you think you can do this without him, go right ahead. Nobody is stopping you.”

Andrea hands the gun back to Lori and says, “We should keep moving.”

You walk at the back of the group alone until Daryl slows his pace and walks beside you, talking low enough that only you can hear him. “It’s probably best if you keep the fact that you have a gun to yourself.”

You look down to see your gun is still hidden by your clothing. “How did you know I have one?”

Daryl raises his brows and chews on what looks like a bug, then walks ahead without saying a word.

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Reader jealous of Carol plz !

👀 ohhh I love this idea @matilda4eve !!! I hope you like this fic!

Two Can Play That Game

Era: the Prison

POV: You

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Yelling, Misunderstandings, Swearing, Fear of Abandonment, insecurity in relationships, resolving of issues

Summary: After Sophia’s death Daryl and Carol become nearly inseparable. They rely on each other for almost everything. And while you try your damnedest to make sense of it all, as their relationship progresses you begin to feel more and more insecure until you can’t hold it in anymore.

Ever since the farm when little Sophia came stumbling out of the barn like tomb, Daryl and Carol had been inseparable. She came to him for nearly everything. And he went to her for comfort. It was a bond none of the others including yourself could ever hope to understand. A mother ripped away from her daughter much to early. And a man willing to step in to the girl’s father’s shoes for a brief moment out of sheer kindness of the heart. Over time their relationship evolved past formality. Into friendship and the love that only two best friends could share.

But you simply couldn’t understand it. You tried. After Sophia you let the two have their space. After the farm you tried not to mind the nicknames Carol gave Daryl. When you first arrived at the prison you told yourself that when Daryl and Carol went on runs together it was better for the group. That even though Daryl and you made a good team you often got distracted and it made sense that he wanted to go with her. You did your damned best to ignore the psycho muttering of Rick about love lost and turned to Hershel for guidance who only gave you vague religious advice instead of the relationship advice you were hoping for. You even gave the two grace for how clingy they became once Daryl found Carol in the closet after thinking she was dead after the herd broke through the prison. When Merle came back you tried to ignore his vague but infuriatingly observant comments about the pair. You honestly tried not to spark fights if you could avoid them but sometimes the fire had already been lit and it was hard to avoid catching the whole thing aflame.

And so you sat in the courtyard of the prison. Taking a long drag of your cigarette you tried to calm yourself as you watched Daryl sharpen his arrows, Carol draped over his shoulder musing with his hair in such a way that would have been considered intimate had you and Daryl not been in a relationship since before the turn. And so you did what you did best. You tried to ignore it. But that white hot jealousy rose when Carol kissed Daryl’s temple and then his cheek a little too close to his lips. And oh… oh you had your suspicions about the kissing for a while. You had walked in on the two in what could be considered compromising positions before but they always explained it away. She was just leaning down to get something… He needed to go back and say good night… it made you feel so insecure and heartbroken. Standing in a huff you threw the butt of your cigarette to the ground and stomped it out ignoring the forlorn look Daryl gave you.

“I’m goin’ out.” You growled, stomping towards the gate. “W-What?” Daryl stammered standing up trying to follow but the glare you sent him instantly grounded him. “I said im goin’ out. I need a damned walk.” Daryl blinked at you cocking a brow. “Well. Let me get my gear and-“ He muttered pointing back to the prison with his thumb, but you were well past your breaking point. Rounding at him shook your head. “NO!” You screamed, storming up to face him, tears brimming your eyes even when you desperately wanted to seem strong. “Stay the hell here. Keep-“ you cut yourself off shaking your head to keep from outwardly sobbing. Daryl’s face fell, confusion and worry washing over him as he reached out to touch you, but for the first time in your relationship you pushed him away, turning away. “Like I said. I need a god damned walk.” You whispered. Daryl was glaring at you now. You were seriously starting to piss him off. “Well let me just come with ya!” He yelled walking along behind you.

Once again you shook your head, looking around you pointed to Merle. “Your brother promised me we’d go out today. So let’s go Merle!” You called motioning for Merle to follow. The elder Dixon turned from his place on the fence, covered in sweat, to see the commotion. Cocking a brow he walked over eyeing the situation warily. “What’s goin’ on?” He asked Daryl more than you, but you still answered. “You said you’d go out with me later. So let’s go. I’m ready. Let’s take a walk.” You huffed pacing anxiously in front of the gate. Merle was a little taken aback glancing from you to Daryl. He had said he would take you out for a good time… but he didn’t mean for a walk. He just wanted to piss Daryl off a little. But when he caught Carol standing farther up the hill the pieces started to click into place. Sighing deeply he let his face rest into his signature sleazy grin. “Alright, sugar. Where are we headed?” He asked, rounding you, wrapping his good arm around your waist, pulling you close to his sweaty form. Walking with you out the gates with only his knife arm and the weapons you had on you to keep you safe.

Once out of sight you peeled away from Merle tearing into every Walker in a 30 foot radius whether you had to or not. Merle stayed quiet for the most part. Whether it was out of curiosity or courtesy you had no idea. He simply puffed at a cigarette and watched you vigilantly from his seat on an old rotted stump. Once in a while he’d call out if you were going to be flanked. But for the most part he let you do what you had to. That is until the small herd moved in. You would have been fine. At least that’s what you told yourself. If you hadn’t used most of your energy stabbing the first five walkers more than they needed you could have taken them all down. But Merle’s panicked look made you second guess. Before you could register what was happening you were on your back, a strong hand having gripped the back of your shirt and yanked you out of danger. 6 shots was all it took to take them down but it also was all you had in your chamber. And you knew with the echoing of the shots through the air, that it wasn’t only the dead that would soon come looking for you both.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You screamed, scrambling to your feet. “Me?!” Merle blinked looking at you completely appalled. “Sugar,” he growled stepping up to you, grabbing your wrist. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out here tryin’ ta get yerself killed?! Because that’s what I jest witnessed!” He yelled. You sneered at him fighting the sobs and the burning urge to scream at the top of your lungs. Maybe if you had more bullets you’d had attempted it. Maybe if you knew Daryl wasn’t tearing through the woods searching for you both you would have been more willing. But you didn’t want to be found. Not yet. And so you tore away from Merle with a small huff. “Just… fuck off.” You mumbled bending over to grab the knife you dropped. “Oh no…” Merle uttered through a strained laugh. “No. You don’t get to get pissed off at me for saving you, little one. That’s not how this works.” He hissed, grabbing you by the shoulder and pushing you up against a tree. “Yer gonna tell me what the hell is going on here because I feel like I’ve been extremely flexible with you. I’ve went along with your self destructive plan so far so the least I need is an explanation!” He growled.

Suddenly the tears you held back over the months, the feelings of abandonment and shame came crashing to the surface. Like a dam that was bound to break you let yourself sob, covering your face with filthy hands cried, heaving ugly sobs. Merle stared at you, his eyes wide as he pulled you close, rubbing your back, letting you rant about these messed up feelings you were having. You questioned yourself, questioned your sanity, and finally Daryl. You could feel Merle tense at your admission. And even though you backtracked and tried to make him see it like you did. Just a miscommunication, Merle still remained just as pissed. “Now you listen to me.” He whispered, pulling away slightly. “I’ve never known Daryl ta be a man ta ever mess around on anyone he’s been with… not that he’s ever been with many people before you but that doesn’t matter. He was normally the one ta be made a fool of. If Daryl is messing around…” he stayed silent for a moment but the anger and disappointment shone in eyes. “Well. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He whispered. Kissing the top of your head he sighed when a branch broke to your right a large heard coming in. “Looks like we’re camping out tonight, sugar.” He teased, winking at you. Rolling your eyes you sighed walking deeper into the forest to find a place to bunk down for the night.

With the early morning light came the migration of the walkers. And as much as you and Merle enjoyed each other’s company you had to admit the little inlet of the large oak tree you both scrambled under for the night was less than comfortable. Crawling out first you accessed the area. No walkers you could see… nodding to Merle you both wiggled out, covered in mud and wood chips. It wasn’t a long walk back to the prison. Only an hour or two but the way you two talked made it feel like it only was a second.

Daryl was waiting for you at the gates, pacing inside like a tiger in a cage made much too small for him. You glanced to Merle, his arm firmly around your shoulders. As the gates swung open you felt him squeeze you gently. “Remember what I said. Talk to him. If yer gonna fight. Let it happen. Figure out what’s goin’ on and quit dancing around this shit.” He whispered into your hair. Letting his arm slide from your shoulders he let you go. “See ya inside.” He muttered, giving Daryl a sly wave as he passed by his brother. “The fuck was that all about?!” Daryl growled, watching Merle slink up the hill. “Daryl… we need to talk.” You whispered, looking to the ground shamefully. “Ya fuckin’ think?!” Daryl hissed practically seething. “Let’s go inside and then-“

“No!” Daryl screamed, grasping your shoulders. “Ya wanted to take a fuckin’ walk so god damned bad let’s take a damned walk!” He yelled, twisting you around and shoving you back into the dark forest.

Stumbling tiredly through the thicket you grasped helplessly at Daryl’s wrist as he held you firmly by the back of the neck. “Daryl…” you pleaded, tears staining your dirty cheeks. “Daryl, please stop hurting me.” With a shove you fell to your knees to the forest floor. Your boyfriend pacing the ground around you grasping fists full of his own hair. “Are you kidding me?” He bit out. It wasn't until then that you got a good look at him. He looked disheveled and exhausted, big black circles under his blue eyes highlighted them making them seem brighter than life. “Do you know how fucking God damned worried I was last night?” He breathed, still pacing. “Do you have any idea how panicked I was when I heard those shots?!” He yelled out stopping to spin on his heel glaring directly at you. “I searched all god damn night fer you and Merle! And then ya jest waltz back inta camp…” Daryl stops covering his face letting out a low growl as you venture standing up again. “Like… nothing happened. Jest like Carol said ya would.” He muttered, seeming to relax a little at the thought of the older woman.

But for you… hearing her name was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “God!” You huffed, throwing your arms up in the air exaggeratedly. “Can we go one god damned conversation with out talking about Carol!” You screamed. Daryl blinked cocking a brow at you looking at you like you grew a second head. “Wha-“ he started but the cap had already flown off. The dam was broken. And you were ready to break along with it. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You screamed at the top of your lungs holding your face, trying to muffle some of the sounds before turning and kicking the nearest rock to you, sending it over the ravine. “You two are always together! I can barely get a word in edgewise when she’s with you!” You cry holding your middle as sobs wreck your core. “And I have tried, Daryl! I have desperately tried to make sense of it all. I have given you both space! I have tried to get used to the pet names!” You sobbed. “Ya think I like it when-“ Daryl tried to interject, but you shook your head, holding a hand up to cut him off. “Daryl I’m not a fucking moron!” You whined wiping tears away. “I know…” your sobs stopped you. “I saw you both. The way you look at her. The way she kisses on you…” you sobbed, your knees buckled and so you hugged them close to your chest.

Daryl was silent for a minute. Only the sound of the forest surrounded you. As the crunching of leaves grew near then distant you were sure that Daryl was going to abandon you. Leave you out in the forest and return to her. But as a thump came behind you of a fallen Walker followed by the leaves rustling as Daryl settled behind you, you felt like you could finally breathe. His arms wrapped firmly around your middle gently. You couldn’t help but to lean back into his chest and let him hold you tight. Feeling Daryl’s breath on the back of your neck and his stubble rubbing against the bare skin of your shoulder as he laid his head there you felt yourself start to ground into this reality.

“It’s not like that.” He whispered softly into your ear after a long moment. Interlacing your fingers with his he sighed. “Car-“ he muttered, cutting himself off to reword. “Darlin’. What we have is so different from what Carol and I have. I love you. I can’t lie to you and say I don’t love her. I do. But it’s different. I…” he sighed, laying his head on your shoulder. “I love her like a sister. I think? Maybe like a best friend. But you.” He muttered clambering around you to sit in front of you, he took your cheeks in his hands, brushing the tears from your eyes. “I love you like my partner. Like we’re married. Like I could never live without you.”

He whispered, kissing your forehead lovingly. “How long have you felt this way?” He asked, pulling you tight to his chest. “Too long.” You answered weakly, snuggling close, sniffling. Daryl nodded, brushing back the hair from your face. “That why ya ran off yesterday with Merle?” He asked seriously. You only nodded. You could feel Daryl tense at the thought but you refused to let his imagination run wild, not when he quelled your own fears. “We ran into a herd... it was my fault. I was too loud. Merle took some down but it got out of hand and had to camp out.” Daryl hummed rubbing your arm the worry never melting from his face. “Nothing happened. We just talked.” You tried to reassure him but he still glared into the forest in front of you. “Daryl.” You whispered. “I’ll talk to Merle. Just… hate that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about this.” He whispered.

Back at the prison Daryl immediately went to have a… talk with Merle. After a much needed shower you were back on the hillside, smoking the last of your cigarettes. “Hey.” A soft voice called from behind you. Turning to face the woman you cocked a brow. “Carol?” You muttered watching her take a seat a few feet away. “So… I caught Daryl on his way to… well.” She sighed running a hand through her gray bob. You frowned using your toe to kick a small rock down the hill you nodded. “And?” You whispered, glancing at her through the curtain of your hair. “Honey…” Carol whispered, scooting closer to you, taking your hand in Hera she squeezed it.

“Daryl loves you. He’s loved you since the start.” She muttered, smiling kindly. “When we talk, he only talks about you. How much he cares. He worries. He wants to care for you and asks for advice. He asks about relationship advice sometimes but sometimes he asks what he should do now in the world. And…” she moved so that she was in front of you. “I’m so so sorry I ever made you feel insecure about that, honey. I didn’t mean to. What Daryl and I have is-“ You cut her off with a sad look. “Like brother and sister. I know. He told me.” You muttered. “I accept your apology, Carol. I just hope Daryl forgives me.”

Nodding she sighed. “I’m sure he will.” She whispered. “Like I said. He loves you. He just gets… prickly.” She said, smiling up and behind you. “I ain’t shit…” Your boyfriend’s voice startled you, making you jump as he plopped down to sit beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders you frowned at his broken knuckles. “Did you-“ you reached out and grabbed his hand. “I deserved it, sugar! Just happy you got your shit sorted!” Merle called out walking past, showing off his shiner. Daryl glared at him, flipping him off and pulling you tighter to his chest. Carol giggled standing and walking behind you both. “Have fun, pookie.” She whispered, reaching down to scratch both of your heads as she walked away. “So?” You muttered. “So?” He whispered back. “Are you angry?” You asked. Daryl was silent for a moment as he watched those on the fence work, Rick in his garden, and Carl bring his father water. “No.” He muttered. “Are you?” He asked, looking into your eyes. Shaking your head you snuggled closer to him. “No.”

“Good…” he whispered, combing through your hair watching as the sun set. “Want to take a walk later? Just you and me?” He asked with a smirk blooming on his lips. Smirking back, you nodded. “It’s a date.”

[popchoc]

Day 102: Lexa | Alicia

We fall quiet, listening to the ticking of the rain against the window in the blissful warmth of each other's arms. We know we've got stuff to do, people to see, things to find out... but it all can wait.

"That thing you said, about being a leader," Clarke breaks our silence after some minutes, "It made me think of the time we'd just met. Of the you, back then, and your beliefs. How you tried to live by them. Even tried to teach me the same."

"You were so terribly stubborn!" Despite recalling my constant frustration with her, a soft chuckle falls of my lips.

"Yet you liked me," she reminds me. The raillery in her voice is hard to miss.

"No, I didn't," I tease right back, "I just thought you were hot."

The next moment I'm on my back, taken by surprise by Clarke's quick wrestling attack. As she pins me down, her eyes lock mine. "Liar!"

More laughter escapes me. "What, you were! You were brave, and determined, and smart - despite never agreeing with me. You challenged me, which was annoying as hell... but so damn hot."

Clarke, however, is not that easily fooled. "You liked me," she simply says again.

As she keeps a firm hold on me, we both refuse to break eye contact. Seconds go by. Six. Seven. Eight... Until I finally give in.

"I liked you," I admit, grinning. "I didn't want to. You confused me, unbalanced me. The way you saw me, for real... it scared me. But yes, silly me, I liked you."

A proud smirk flashes over her face. "I knew it."

"Oh, don't be smug," I snort, "I pretty much gave it away by kissing you!"

"Yeah," she smiles, "I remember that, too."

[continue on AO3]

[wincheskka]

Familiar (part 1)

Pairing : Troy Otto x Fem!Reader x Negan Smith

part 2

Summary : You are at Alexandria because you want to have a happy life, away from the pain of the loss of your son's father. (I'm so bad at this sorry)

Genre/Warning : Romance, death mention, blood, injury, TWD & FTWD SPOILERS (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : This story takes place to the end of TWD season 11, Annie doesn't exist in it (sorry). I've had this idea for 2 years, and with Troy's return, it makes me want to write it even more so here it is.

English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for the spelling mistakes. (tell me if there are any errors)

You put your basket on the ground when you finally see a blueberry tree, you crouch down to be able to collect them and put them in the basket, behind you the branches break under Negan's steps :

“You didn’t have to come with me” You tell Negan, turning to look at him.

“And who would protect you ?” Negan asks looking around to make sure there's no danger coming, you roll your eyes at his words.

“Negan I can protect myself” You respond, turning back to the blueberries.

"I know you can but we don't know what can happen" He replies, you shake your head at his worries "And I don't want to have to tell James that something happened to his mom"

“Nothing will happen to me” You said, throwing a blueberry at Negan which landed on his face, making you let out a small laugh.

“Yes because I’m here” He leans down and picks up the blueberry you threw at him and throws it back at your head.

“Mister has an oversized ego I see” You laugh and you collect more blueberries, you hear Negan's snicker from behind.

"It's not just my ego that's-" He starts his sentence but you turn to look at him.

"Do not finish this sentence !" You warn him by glaring at him, it makes him smirk, you look away from your friend.

You arrived at Alexandria for 10 or 11 years ago, before arriving at Alexandria and even before the apocalypse you lived at the Broke Jaw Ranch with your boyfriend Troy Otto.

You had found out about your pregnancy two days before Madison killed the man you loved, you still love. When you found out about his death you couldn't believe it, all you wanted to do was kill Madison for what she did, but you had to protect your son, so you did nothing, you let her live, so when she died at the stadium you were happy and reassured but that didn't make the pain go away.

Nick helped you a lot when you were pregnant, until giving birth or even when you just needed a shoulder to cry on Troy, he was there and he was the only one to be there for you, you knew he felt bad, that his mother killed Troy. Nick was like a brother to you and when he died it hurt you a lot, you felt so alone.

When Morgan wanted to take the group to Alexandria you immediately said yes, you wanted to be able to take your son safely, where he could have a comfortable future and where you could perhaps rebuild yourself.

So when the group finally decided not to go to Alexandria, you still went there alone with your son, during the trip you encountered some problems but you managed to arrive at the gates of Alexandria safe and sound with your 1 year and a half son.

The Alexandrians welcomed you with suspicion at first until you explained to them that it was because of Morgan that you knew about this place.

You and your son have managed to integrate into the community. You heard the stories about the war with the saviors, you had heard what the leader of the group had done, you knew he was locked up in Alexandria. You weren't afraid of the stories the Alexandrians told you about him, you felt familiar with it and you didn't know why.

6 years later your son called Alexandria home, you too even if you missed the Ranch, it was Troy that you especially missed, you never started your life again with anyone, you couldn't do it.

When winter fell just after Alpha killed Tara, Enid and Henry, you were finally able to meet the famous Negan, you weren't afraid of him, you were intrigued and even you laughed at his jokes, which surprised him, Negan also felt intrigued by you.

After the winter, Negan was able to go out more often but with someone to watch him,but that didn't stop you from talking to him but you came to see him more often when he was in his cell, you talked, you talked with him about you, about James and also about Troy, talked about Troy had hurt you a lot but Negan comforted you and you did the same when he talked about Lucille.

Negan and you quickly became friends and even you could say that he became your best friend, it's been a long time since someone cared about you like that.

After the events of the whisperers and the Commonwealth, you stayed at Alexandria and Negan also stayed with you at Alexandria, he was able to finally get to know James, your son as immediately liked Negan.

For Negan, James is like his son, he cares about him just like he cares about you a lot. You love that Negan is there for your son but you know that James sees Negan like his father and it hurt you that he never met his father, he never asked you about him and you were quite grateful for that, because you know it will be a hard discussion to have, but you also know that the discussion will happen one day.

"You're almost finished ?" Negan's voice brings you out of your thoughts, you don't look at him but roll your eyes and put more blueberries in the basket then stand up taking the basket in your hand and turn back to him.

“I finished” You say, smiling at him and lifting the basket to show him, he also smiles at you “You’ll be able to enjoy the pie that I’m going to prepare”

“Oh I have no doubt, your pies are always fucking excellent” Negan replies, you can see how he looks like he's happy to eat a pie and it makes you giggle a little.

“There is one condition before you can eat it” You walk in front of him and point a finger at him, he raises his eyebrows confused.

“And which one”

“Tonight you cook” You smile at him while biting your lip, he chuckles at your request “You know that James prefers your cooking to mine, so a good meal with a good dessert”

“I always find it strange that your pies are so good but your cooking is really not great” He mocks, you narrow your eyes, you didn't think he was going to confirm that your cooking wasn't very good.

"Thank you" You thank him sarcastically, he chuckles again, he opens his mouth to speak but suddenly noises are heard around you, you turn around and see 5 walkers coming towards Negan and you "Shit"

You put the basket on the ground, take out your machete, Negan steps forward to kill the first two walkers then you move forward to kill the others, you puts your machete into the skull of the first walker, you see the second one approaching you, you pull out your machete from the dead body's skull but it doesn't want to come out, you frown and try harder but it still doesn't come out.

The panic begins to rise when you see him coming towards you, the third approaches too, you force a little more by putting your foot on the dead body and suddenly the machete comes out but the walker are too close you quickly back away but trips on something and falls backwards, causing you to drop your machete.

You immediately feel the back of your head hit something, you feel a great pain, you groan in pain, it hurt so much but you didn't have time to understand what happened, a walker falls on you, you raise your hands so he can't bite you but you feel so weak, your hands are shaking it's more and more difficult to keep the walker away from you.

Suddenly the weight of the walker is lifted off of you, you sigh and drop your hands to the ground, your head hurts so much, your vision started to blur but you can see Negan above you with a worried face :

"Y/N are you okay ?” He asks panicked and he looks around your body to see if you were bitten, he sees the pain on your face and his eyebrows furrow even more "Where it's hurts ?"

"Head" You manage to say in pain, Negan looks at your head then he puts a hand on your neck and lifts your head, you frown in pain at this movement, you feel Negan's other hand touch the back of your head, you groan in pain.

“Shit” Negan says looking at his hand covered in your blood, your eyes start to close on their own “No keep your eyes open Y/N” He gently places your head on the ground, he caresses your cheek with his hand not covered in blood.

You try to do what he says but fail and the darkness takes you away but before you do you feel Negan lift you into his arms and see the fear on his face.

~

You hear voices around you which pushes you to open your eyes, but as soon as your eyes open you close them immediately because of the light in the room, you moan in pain and the voices in the room stop immediately. You hear footsteps approaching you and feel a hand on yours :

“Y/N, are you awake ?” You hear Negan's voice ask, you open your eyes a little more slowly but you squint them because of the light. You see Negan above you looking at you with worried eyes "Are you okay ?"

“T-too much light” You say closing your eyes in pain, you feel Negan remove his hand from yours and hear noises in the room, a few seconds later Negan puts his hand back on yours, you open your eyes, the room was now a bit more darker, he had drawn the curtains.

“Better ?” He asks still worried, you nod slowly, then suddenly confusion settles in your head, why are you here ? What happened ? You start to panic a little and try to sit but Negan stops you “Easy, easy Y/N”

"Why am I here ?" You ask while looking around you, you notice a woman in the room looking at you, you take a few seconds to remember that it's the doctor from Alexandria then you see a man approaching you, you recognize Gabriel.

“You don’t remember what happened ?” Gabriel asks with a frown, you shake your head, Gabriel turns to look at the woman.

“Negan tell her what happened” The doctor orders Negan, you look at him with confusion, he nods in the direction of the woman then looks back at you, Negan then explains everything to you “You remember now ?"

"Not really" You reply, Negan gives you a comforting smile, squeezes your hand and strokes your cheek with his other hand.

“You have a concussion” The doctor says, you look at her “You will stay in the infirmary today and tomorrow”

“But I have to take care of my son” You respond in panic, you can't leave James alone, Negan squeezes your hand again, you look at him.

"I'll take care of James" He tells you to calm you down, you still look at him worried "Don't worry" you sigh and slowly nod.

"She needs to rest now" The doctor says, Negan looks at her and sighs, he doesn't want to leave you you can see it and you also want him to stay but you prefer that he be there for your son , it's you this time who squeezes his hand, he looks at you again.

“Don’t worry” You repeat the words he said earlier, with a little smile, he smiles too and nods.

"I'll come see you tomorrow" He answers, then he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, you close your eyes at that, after the kiss he removes his hand from yours and leaves at the same time as Gabriel and the doctor, let you rest.

~

You rested all day, you were so tired and the pain in the back of your head wasn't helping, you woke up just for dinner and you didn't even eat much.

The next day you woke up with a headache, you hadn't eaten your breakfast and barely ate your lunch. Negan came to see you at the beginning of the afternoon, he told you that James was worried about you and had trouble falling asleep last night, it hurt you to learn that your son was worried about you, you would have liked to see him but you knew that if Negan would have taken him here, you wouldn't have wanted him to leave.

Negan stayed for 30 minutes, you were happy that he came to see you even for a short moment, you spent the rest of the day sleeping, this time you ate a bit at dinner, which made you feel nauseous.

After the two days in the infirmary, you were finally able to go home, Negan came to pick you up. When you stood up you immediately lost your balance but before you hit the ground, Negan catch you.

Before you two left the doctor gave instructions on what to do and what not to do, she said that Negan needed to be there for you and said that it was best if your son spent two or three days at someone else's house. You didn't want to at first but the doctor said it was better so you could focus on yourself, rest better and heal :

"Could you ask Aaron if he can keep James ?" You ask Negan, as you walk to your house, leaning on him.

“I don’t know if he’ll be very happy to see me but yes I’ll ask him” He answers, being careful that you don't trip over anything.

You both arrive in front of your house, Negan helps you up the stairs, opens the door and you both go inside. He directs you into the living room and sits you on the couch. Negan draws the curtains to block out the light, so you take off the sunglasses he lent you and put them on the nightstand nex to the couch.

You hear footsteps on the stairs, you turn to look and see your 12 year old son coming down the stairs, as soon as he sees you he runs and hugs you, you wrap your arms around him, he really missed you.

“Hi honey” You say hugging him tighter, not wanting to let him go.

"Are you okay ?" He asks pulling away from the hug, you give him a reassuring smile.

“I'm fine, don't worry” You respond, you lie to him a little to reassure him, you don't want to tell him that you're tired, you have a headache and sometimes you feel confused.

"I'll ask Aaron" Negan says looking at you, you nod and he walks out of the house, James watches him walk out in confusion.

"Ask what ?" James asks looking at you in confusion, you sigh you have to explain to him now.

“You’re going to stay at Aaron’s for a few days” You answer him, he frowns even more.

"What ? Why ?" He asks with a little sadness in his blue eyes the same as his father's.

“Because I still need some rest” You answer him, placing your hand on his shoulder “And that I couldn’t take care of you”

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll be good and help you around the house” He speaks a bit panicked that he can’t stay with you.

"It will only be for two or three days" You try to reassure him but you still see sadness in his eyes.

"I don't want to" James says a bit louder, you sigh, open your mouth to answer him but suddenly your vision blurs and you feel dizzy, you hand squeezes the pillow next to you "Mom ?"

"Aaron said there was no problem fo-" Negan's voice say but when he sees you he stops in his sentence and runs towards you, he places his hands on your cheeks “Close your eyes sweetheart”

You do what he says and close your eyes, not even paying attention to what he called you. He makes you lie down on the couch so you don't fall, he gently removes his hands from your cheeks :

"James you can go get your things, I have to take you to Aaron's" You hear Negan's voice say to your son.

"But I don't want to leave her" Your son's voice responds worriedly, he became even more worried with what just happened.

"I know you're worried about your mom, kid but I'm going to take care of her, okay ?" Negan responds, you open your eyes when you feel the dizziness fade.

You see Negan look at James with a comforting smile, James looks at him for a few seconds then sighs and nods, he turns to go up to his room to pack some things. When James disappears in the stairs, Negan turns to you, he sees that your eyes are open so he approaches and sits next to your legs :

"You okay ?" He asks also worried even if he tries to hide it, you smile at him and nod.

"Yeah that was just a little dizzy" You answer, he smiles even if he's still worried, suddenly you remember how he called you earlier "Did you called me Sweetheart ?"

“Yeah I did” He answers you with a smirk, you look at him a bit surprised and also a bit embarrassed, your cheeks heat up, you turn your gaze to your hands that are on your stomach, you hear his laugh at your reaction "If it bother you I won't-"

“I doesn't bother me” You say, interrupting his sentence, you raise your eyes to his, he has a smile on his face, you smile at him shyly

You both look into each other's eyes, you feel peaceful with him, he always made you feel good and happy. For a few seconds you both stay like that until the sound of footsteps on the stairs is heard, you look away from his eyes to watch your son walk towards you two with a backpack on one of his shoulders, you still feel Negan's eyes on you :

"I'm ready" Your son says with a sulky face, this time Negan's eyes turns to your son.

"Alright" Negan says getting up, he starts walking to the front door but stops when James doesn't follow him "Come on James"

James turns to Negan and sighs wanting to stay with his mother a bit longer, you watch him walk towards Negan, you sigh not liking see him sad, you get up from your lying position and sit :

“James” You call your son, he turns around and you open your arms for him to come in, he runs to you and you wrap your arms around him and hold him tight “Don’t worry about me honey Negan will take care of me and you can come see me, okay ?”

You feel him nod against you and you hug him even tighter, you kiss the top of his head. You take a look at Negan, he smiles at this mother and son moment, you move away from the hug then with your fingers you comb his brown hair just like his father's, James looks so much like Troy that sometimes it hurt you to look at him :

“I love you James” You tell him with a reassuring smile, he smiles too, looking less sad and worried.

“I love you too mom” He responds, your heart melts at his words, James has always been a child who was not embarrassed to say I love you, you know when he grows up it will be more complicated, so you get the most of it now.

"Come on kiddo" Negan says, James walks over to Negan and you stare at him until he and Negan leave the house, your eyes are still where they went out :

"He really looks like me" a voice says, this voice is familiar to you, so familiar, your heart starts racing.

You slowly turn your eyes where the voice comes from and you see a familiar person in the doorway to the dining room, your eyes fill with tears :

"Troy ?!"

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[ftwdb]

Don't Say Go.

Chapter 15.

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut.

(I know the gif isn't Troy in his room but it's all I could find that would be similar to him sat on his couch - work with me k)

You wouldn't describe the rest of the day as awkward, but there was a definate tension between you and Troy which neither was willing to acknowledge.

Aside from that it had been nice to do something that felt relatively normal. Simply wandering the ranch and speaking to people - as Troy whispered his opinions on them in your ear as you walked away - had made a nice change of pace from running from the dead, escaping the living and simply retreating into your bunk to hide from the world.

It was as you finished your meal in the food tent and you spotted Jeremiah eating at the opposite end to yourself and Troy that you asked if you could see his place.

Troy stilled for a few moments before nodding once. You assumed it was only because he knew his father wasn't in the house and couldn't kick you both out again that he agreed. You had a slight spring in your step as you walked back toward the main house and even though Troy was still tense at your side you saw the half-smiles he tried to hide as you linked your arm with his.

The main living area was familiar, although it didn't look as imposing in the daylight. Jeremiah's desk looked smaller, messier. You eyed the bookshelves and the pictures on the wall, breathing in the smell of wood and dust.

"Where's you room?" You ask as Troy seems to hesitate, his shoulders stooping a little as he also glances around the place he called home. You could feel a sort of fluttering in your chest and realised he was nervous.

"I'm not going to pounce on you, don't worry." You say teasingly.

Troy scowls slightly, but its the cute scowl that tells you he's not actually mad.

"I don't know, this could all be part of a ruse to steal my virtue." Troy says mockingly as you laugh. He grabs your hand and leads you upstairs.

The house is dark but still warmly inviting with the sun streaming in through the windows. You end up on the top floor and Troy opens a door and ushers you inside.

It's a large size for a bedroom, more like a studio really. There's the usual dresser and mirror with an old shirt tossed over it. A leather couch and matching chair sit at the foot of his bed. It was all very... brown. With reds, greens and oranges thrown in. It felt like Troy.

You took a deep breath and smiled. It smelt like him too.

"Cosy."

You say as Troy stands by the door, one hand still on the handle as if he's unsure if he should close it or not. You give him a small nod, realising he is waiting for permission to shut you both in. The door closes with a soft click and the tension that was in the air before immediately changes to something... else.

You take a small step further in, toward the bed, then you realise how it might look and change direction to the couch. You take a seat, perching on the edge and look around. The room is quite neat without looking like it hasn't been lived in.

"It's nice. Much nicer than my bunk."

Troy, who has stepped into the room to lean against his dresser, shifts a little uncomfortably.

"I didn't mean anything by that..." You add quickly. "I was just saying... you have a nice home."

Troy takes a look around, his brow furrowing as if taking everything in for the first time.

"I guess..." He says slowly.

You sigh and lean back into the couch. It's worn, a little lumpy, but comfortable enough.

"I'm trying to picture you growing up here. Was this always your room?"

Troy's arms are crossed over his chest and his feet are kicking at a folded section of the rug.

"As long as I can remember." He says flatly.

Your hands press along the cool leather fabric. There was something off about him, he was giving off the energy of an animal trapped in a cage.

"Hey," You say softly and raise a hand to beckon him over to you, "come sit with me."

Troy's eyes fix on your hand before he crosses the room in just a few short strides, placing hisnpalm in yours as you slide over to give him space to join you. When he sits he mimics your posture, head leaning back on the edge of the couch to take in the slowly turning fan on his ceiling with arms relaxed at his sides.

Except for the hands which are intertwined with each other.

The tension seems to ease a little and you smile at nothing in particular.

"I had a great day today." You say quietly.

Troy smirks, "You're very easily impressed then."

"And aren't you lucky." You tease back.

Troy, usually so quick-witted, takes a second to realise your implication. His foot nudges yours as if to reprimand you. You chuckle and nudge him back, slightly harder.

"I'm not playing footsies with you. We are sophisticated adults." Troy tells you firmly as you grin.

You jab him in the ribs with your elbow and laugh.

"Speak for yourself!"

His eyes slide to you, darkening with the promise of retribution.

"Oh? That how your gonna be?"

You raise your free hand in a mock surrender.

"Wait... okay I won't-"

Your own ribs come under a sudden ambush of that most devious and dreaded attack, the tickles. You shriek, trying to lean away and escape as Troy uses your joined hands to hold you where you are.

"Surrender! I surrender god damn it!"

Troy sits back, victorious.

"Dirty move." You glare.

Troy gives you a grin that makes your stomach flip.

"There's no reward for fair fighting if you're on the losing team." Troy tells you, and its something in his voice that makes you think of Jeremiah. It sounded exactly like something the man would say to his son.

You were about to try and bring his father up when a sudden knock on Troy's door has you both frozen for a moment until Troy pulls you up by the hand, gesturing for you to be quiet and pulls you to stand beside the door where you'd be hidden once it was open.

You scowl a little at having to hide like this but if it meant avoiding Jeremiah than you could live with it for now.

Troy opens the door and you're able to see the way his shoulders relax.

"Jake." He greets.

"I was hoping to speak to you for a moment. We've got a problem with some of the dead caught up in our fences."

Troy sighs.

"Get Coop to handle it."

"Coop's on watch. Dad asked for you to deal with it. It's your responsibility - his words, not mine." Jake added quickly at the end.

Behind the door you silently roll your eyes. Jeremiah would find any reason to keep you and Troy separate as much as he could.

"Fine. Just... give me a minute."

Jake speaks up again as Troy goes to shut the door.

"I can walk her back to the bunkhouse, if you'd like."

You go very still as Troy glares at his brother. You can hear the supressed laughter in Jake's voice.

"Come on, little brother. You're too old to be sneaking girls into your room."

You smile to yourself before popping your head under Troy's arm and around the door.

"Hi Jake!" You smile, always genuinely pleased to see him.

He smiles back at you and quirks an eyebrow at Troy.

"I'd say you've got less than ten minutes until Dad gets back. Maybe go round the back way... see you out front."

You wave goodbye as Troy huffs. Troy escorts you from his room and you feel disappointed to be leaving. It was comforting there. Troy does indeed take you out through the back way and around the side of the house where Jake is waiting with his hands in his pockets, trying not to grin at you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Troy tells you, and you get the feeling you're being handed over to Jake like a child.

"You know I can walk back to the bunk by myself. Or even around the ranch! I don't need an escort all the time."

Troy looks a little embarrassed.

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, especially after..."

"We didn't mean to offend you," Jake adds. "But I'd enjoy the walk with you and one last check up would put my mind at rest with how you're recovering."

"Fine." You agree, knowing it was just an excuse to put Troy's mind at ease.

As Troy heads toward the source of the problem Jake keeps a steady pace at your side and begins to speak.

"So, how are you feeling now?"

"Actually quite a bit better today," you say honestly. "It's nice to be normal for a while."

Jake nods understandingly.

"That's good. I was getting worried about you being stuck in that bunkhouse for days."

You smile thinly, remembering how comfortable Troy's room was compared to your living arrangements.

"You don't need to worry. I'm feeling much stronger."

Jake pauses for a few moments and even though you don't share a connection that links your feelings you can still tell from his face he is contemplating asking you something. You smile at him.

"You know you really need to work on your poker face."

Jake looks at you, confused.

"What's up Jake?" You ask, making it clear you could read him like a book.

Again he hesitates, running his hand over his head just like Troy tends to do when thinking.

"I was just wondering how things are going... between you and Troy."

You feel your heart skip a beat and a slight heat rise in your cheeks.

"Really? Why?"

Silently you're wondering if Troy had said something to him. Brother's talk like that, didn't they?

"I just know how... intense... it can be when you find your soulmate. I thought I'd check in, see if you needed anything."

You smile a bit more warmly and shake my head.

"I think things are going fine. Although..." You remember earlier, the way Troy had seemed to shut off from you somehow.

"Actually, I do have a question. About soulmates."

Jake waits, looking at you expectantly.

"Is it possible to... hide something. You know, from the bond. Feelings?"

Jake tilts his head as if unsure of what you mean.

"Do you mean like being able to feel each other's presence?"

You shake your head.

"No I mean... I could tell something was wrong with Troy earlier. Something he didn't want to talk about. I couldn't get a sense on how he felt."

Jake continues to look confused until his face softens.

"You know, my brother is a... complicated person. It can take a while to get used to his habits. He doesn't really open up much but just give him time."

You begin to feel frustrated, Jake clearly was missing the point. He places a hand on your shoulder and gives a comforting squeeze.

"You know people think being soulmates is easy. That you'll just connect and everything will be perfect. But it's hard. A relationship still takes time and effort. You'll learn to understand each other and soon you'll be able to read Troy the same way you read me!"

Something begins to settle in your stomach as Jake speaks and you begin to realise something. You smile and laugh a little, as if what you're about to say was just a funny joke.

"I know right... wouldn't it be great if soulmates could just... feel what the other was feeling all the time!"

Jake lets out a laugh.

"Oh yeah, that'd make things a lot easier!"

Your stomach drops but you keep the smile on your face as you reach your bunk and Jake bids you a good evening. Once inside you sit on the edge of your bed and begin to shake slightly.

It was clear that Jake had never experienced a shared emotion with his soulmate. Was this just an exception between them specifically? Perhaps influenced by her sickness and closeness to death?

Or... was the exception you and Troy. Your bond.

Was their something wrong with you.

[carlgrimesloverr]

Hey! This might be too dark of a request, but no harm in asking, right? So I want something detailing how Carl Grimes (in an au with no walkers) would handle his gf self harming, how he would talk to her and comfort her about it, etc. You can format it in any way you like, blurb, oneshot, headcanon list, etc. Thanks so much!!

hi hi! this isn’t too dark don’t worry (i’ve actually written something similar called clean however it’s set a world with walkers) !!

ofc tw for sh !

carl’s the type to do research on self harm in general, learn about the different types and different coping mechanisms

if anything he would partially blame himself

would never tell anyone about it unless you yourself told him he can

though i see him as the type to slip up one night and get caught by michonne crying because hes so overwhelmed and just wants to help

hes constantly there for you, even on your good days because he knows how quickly a good day can become bad

always leaves you little good morning and good night texts detailing how proud he is of you because he truly is

never allows himself to slip up or become angry at you because he knows none of this is your fault

for a teenage boy, carl is overall really good when it comes to mental health, especially helping others with theirs

[obsxssedwithstuff]

It's been seven years and we're still crying over them. Seven years and we still mourn what could have been

[skyebounded]

My Sweetest Angel

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

.main masterlist. .the walking dead masterlist.

premise: It’s been three weeks, two days and fourteen hours since you’ve been with Daryl, but who is really counting?

Warnings: filth that's really it tbh. Fingering, vaginal sex, swearing, hand jobs, dirty talk (well as much as Daryl can..) fluff-ish

WC: 2.5k

A/N:This is my first walking dead smut, but it will not be the last. I just started re watching the series for the 4th time with my bestie, and she is a major Daryl girl, so this one is for you @anothernightsky​ 💕💕 ALSO special thanks to @23victoria​, thanks for the help my love!

Three weeks, two days and fourteen hours, that’s how long it had been since you had seen him, but who was really counting. The chaos that had separated you both had come as a complete surprise, and it was by sheer luck that you had found each other again, thank god. You could have been spending your reunion doing something a little less pg-13 or let's face it, R, but there was no point in lying to yourselves about what you really wanted. 

Wandering around an old abandoned building in search of supplies was his idea, something about ‘replenish our supplies for everyone..’ but you only saw it as a excuse to get some alone time with him, so when Rick said that he would go with Daryl, you shut that down immediately, finding some miraculous excuse as to why you needed to go with him rather than Rick. 

You weren’t sure if Rick believed your ridiculous lie, but nonetheless he gave in, and so therefore you and Daryl were on your way, alone, with no one or nothing to stop you. After a quick sweep of the building, making sure that you were in fact alone, and that no pesky walkers lingered, it was mere moments before Daryl was catching you in a hard passionate kiss. Leaning down, he grabs your thighs, hoisting you up against the wall with a soft thud. The abruptness of your back hitting drywall had your mouth falling open to let out a breathy groan, one that Daryl swallows, taking full advantage of your open mouth, as he uses his tongue to claim you. You wrap your legs around him tightly, whimpering when you feel the way his hand squeezes at them, fingers digging into your delicate skin. One hand threaded through his hair, the other gripping tightly to his leather clad shoulder. 

He grinds his hips into your, his hardening length pressing firmly against your throbbing cunt, the contact driving you beyond wild. 

“Daryl p-please..” you whisper, gasping when his lips move down your neck, sucking harshly at your skin. Purple splotches rising to the surface in his wake. 

“Please what, angel?” 

He lets out a raspy growl when you rut your hips against him again in your own search for friction to ease the ache growing between your thighs, his cock straining painfully. 

“Baby, fuck me please,” you moan out as he nips at your skin, soothing the mark with his deft tongue. He doesn’t need much convincing, everything considered, not with the way that he so desperately needed to feel you, feel your walls wrapped around him tightly. Daryl sets you down gently, keeping you pinned against the wall as his hand slips down the front of your trousers and to your needy cunt. Pushing past your panties, his fingers traipse through your wet folds, collecting your arousal as he teases at your entrance. 

“Missed me and my cock that much, huh?” His voice is low and gruff. “All wet for me, baby girl?” 

“God yes,” you say, your voice breathy. Daryl sinks a finger into you, smiling when your head hits the wall with a soft thump, and your body tenses. The reactions your body gave to the slightest contact from him would never cease to amaze you. Your nipples harden, your breath grows heavy, each nerve ending in your body comes to life, and all by a simple touch. 

He works his digit inside you, as slowly as he possibly could, but being without you for so long was taking a toll on him. The sound of his fingers pumping inside you was music to his ears. His lips are back on your neck, licking, sucking, nipping at the soft skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and over your collar. 

“Daryl, please I need you…I need to feel you..” you beg, rolling your hips to meet his palm as it firmly presses against your aching clit, giving the smallest bit of relief. Your hand finds the waist of his pants, tugging with great frustration at his belt. The soft chuckles that he lets out against your neck is enough to drive you wild, a whole new sense of arousal pooling between your thighs, one that he assuredly feels coating his fingers. With his free hand he helps you pull off his belt, leaving you to do the rest. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his jeans and boxers down, a smirk gracing your face as soon as his cock springs free, beads of precum leaking from the head. Your lips pressed together, and your legs clench around his hand. The lick of your lips and the soft whimpers were a picture perfect sight and sound for him. 

    “God, I’ve missed you.” you mutter, wasting no time as you take his cock into your small hand, using your thumb to spread around the precum, giving you a little more lubrication to work his shaft. He was like puddy in your hand, his hips thrusting to meet the movements of your hand with loan raspy grunts. With each slow stroke of your hand, he could feel himself unraveling. After all, it had been a really fucking long time since he had felt your hand wrapped around him so tightly.  

    “shit.”

Burying his face in the nook of your neck, taking in the familiar sweet scent of you that he just couldn’t get enough of. Daryl, still so focused on you, adds another finger to the mix, curling them just right to have you singing sweet profanities, gasping as soon as you feel his thumb drawing tight circles against your clit. 

“Spread your legs-ah-a little wider-for me, baby girl.” He says, his words broken as breathy moans leave his lips. You do as you’re told with no complaint, giving him much better access to coax sinful sounds from you as he picks up the pace of his deft fingers, pumping them in and out of you, years using a crossbow were paying off efficiently.

Kneading your breast through your shirt, rolling your hardened bud between his fingers, as he pinches down on it making you gasp. He pulls back and looks up at you, dark lust filled eyes watching you closely as your face contorts at the new speed he had set, working his fingers even faster when he feels the way your walls clench around them, knowing damn well that you were close.

    “Just like that…just like that oh fuc-,” You struggle, your own pace on him never wavering, if anything it only makes you stroke him harder, faster, as you listen to the sounds that you would never picture coming from him. Daryl’s head comes to rest against yours, his lips pressing hard against yours in a heated kiss, one of the few, and let's be honest, favorite indications that he was close. His hips begin to stutter in your hand, even more so when your hand tightens around his throbbing cock. 

He removes your hand reluctantly from him, kissing your nose when he sees the scowl forming on your perfect lips, but despite the disappointment of him stopping you, you couldn’t ignore the heat burning in your abdomen. 

    “Cum for me, angel,” he says slowly, raspily. Your body tenses, as you come instantly, using the wall and the hardness of Daryl’s body to keep you standing as your legs threaten to give out. Mouth hanging open while all sorts of obscenities and his name fall from it. 

Your hips never stop, as you continue to rock yourself against his fingers, riding out your orgasm, all while he keeps up the same pace. The feeling was nothing compared to what you could give yourself, it never was, this was addicting, something that you knew you could never live without. 

Your lips find his, capturing him in a messy heated kiss, tongue, teeth and tongue all colliding, as he slows his fingers, removing them from your wet heat. Your skin was on fire and your mind foggy, you needed him, needed him to fill you up like he did so often, and now was no different. Pulling back, your eyes meet, the familiar hunger in them. He pulls you from the wall, giving your back a few quick taps. 

    “Bend over,” he rasps.

Without hesitation, you swipe the contents from the nearby table to the ground, slipping out of your boots, trousers, and panties in one foul swoop, as you do as you're told. Using your elbows and hands to keep you slightly off the table, you look back at Daryl with a look of anticipation. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open as soft breathless pants escape you. You were begging to be fucked and he wasn’t about ot pass on the opportunity. Getting into position behind you, staring down at your naked cunt, made his throbbing cock twitch. Swaying your hips back and forth as you wait patiently for him. 

Holding his hand out to you, he tells you to spit, smirking when you do just that. He gives a quick few strokes to his cock before he's lining himself up, stretching you out with every sinful inch that he pushes into you. The guttural moans breaking free from you as he bottoms out inside you, clenching around him as he stills, letting you adjust. God, you missed this, the feeling of being so utterly full of him. 

Pushing your hips back against him, you smile when the deep groan fills the open air, his hands flying to your waist, fingers desperately grabbing at the curve of your hips. He couldn’t hold out any longer, pulling out of you only to come thrusting back harder, noting the way the table shook beneath you. Daryl finds an agonizingly slow pace, rutting his hips against your, listening to the sounds of your whines and whimpers as he hits all sorts of spots inside of you. Your walls, already sensitive as you push back against him harder to meet his own thrusts, urging him to go faster, harder.

    “God, you feel s’good,” he mumbles. 

Nails digging into the wood as you try to find something to sturdy yourself as he continues to amp up his pace, pulling and pushing you along with his movements. The feeling of him so deep inside you had your head reeling, and your body aching, and yet you still wanted more. 

“Daryl, faster please,” your whine broken as you glance back at him. His hair a mess in his face, a thin layer of sweat on his brow, and a focused and hungry look on his face. His grip on you tightens as he heeds your words, pulling you back on his cock faster and harder, grunting with each snap of his hips, with each slap of your skin. God he was pretty, so focused on the way his cock moved in and out of your cunt. Snaking your hand down between your thighs, you begin to rub at your clit, working it in the same pace and rhythm as Daryl’s thrusts. 

“Just like that, angel, keep touching yourself for me,” he praises. 

Your body shudders, walls clenching greedily around him as your second orgasm hits you, a cry ripping from your chest as your body goes rigid, slumping down on the table. Daryl pulls out of you, giving you no time to come down from your high before he has you back against the wall, hiking you up it once more. 

He’s lining himself back up to your entrance, sinking in, leaving you with a strangled cry, your walls sensitive and tired, but you didn’t care, not when it felt this damn good. Tightening your sore legs around his center, he continues, pounding into you with fervor. His hands grip your thighs tightly, fingers no doubt leaving bruises in their wake, his breathing heavy and wild while his lips exploring the exposed skin of your chest, as he pushes into you deeper. 

    “Fuck fuck fuck..” you curse, panting heavily as you do your best to stay grounded, but it was no uses. Your head slumps back against the wall as your eyes fall shut, tears prickling in them as Daryl brushes against your sweet spot repeatedly. Your orgasm was building faster than the first two, and he knew it. Knew it from the way your nails dug into his exposed biceps, or the way your pretty little mouth whispered the sweetest profanities, but most of all, the way your abused walls tightened around him like a vice, making his hips stutter, as he pushed harder into you, desperate for his own release. 

He sucks at the skin of your neck, harsher as he nears the edge, littering wet open mouth kisses up the expanse of your neck to your jaw and chin, before his eager lips meet yours in a frenzied kiss. You weren’t sure who came first, but it didn’t matter. Daryl’s hips slow as he hits his own high groaning loudly as he slowly moves to ride out his high. 

White light blurs your vision, your body set aflame as your third orgasm hits you, and nothing but euphoric bliss overcomes you. Your own moans match that of his as you revel in the feeling. Body tensing, legs squeezing at him tightly as you feel his cock twitching inside of you, thick hot ropes of cum coating your abused walls, soothing the ache. 

After a moment of listening to each other's heavy breathing, and shared sighs, Daryl slips out of you, and you whine at the loss of him. He chuckles softly as he peppers your face in kisses, nuzzling his nose against yours before placing a few soft kisses to it, as he eases you down from the wall, holding you up as your legs threaten to give on you. 

    “You good?” he asks, moving your hair out of your sweat ridden forehead, cupping your cheeks in his large calloused hands, as he guides you to look at him. 

    “Never better,” you breathe with a smile. 

Leaning up on your toes you kiss his lips gently, wrapping your arms around his neck whilst tangling your fingers in his messy hair. 

    “You do know that it's been three weeks, two days and fourteen hours, and we have a lot of making up to do, right?” you explain. 

He cocks his head at you, brow slightly raised. 

    “Well how much did we make up for just now?” 

    “A day, tops.” you wink. 

Daryl scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Well shit, guess we have a few more runs to make then, don't we, baby girl?” 

    “I believe we do, Dixon, I believe we do.” you smile, giving him one more kiss. 

You look around for something to clean yourself up with, before slipping back into your pants and boots, turning on your heel to march out of the building.

    “Shall we get started then?” you ask, looking back at him with a wiggle of your brows. 

    “C’mon then, let's go.” he chuckles, giving a quick slap to your ass before following you out.

[twdg-and-stuff]

THINGS I WRITE FOR

Masterlist - ✨Here✨

Fandoms-

The Walking Dead Telltale (Game)

The Walking Dead AMC (TV Show)

The Quarry (Game)

Fears To Fathom (Game)

The Hunger Games (Movies)

Life Is Strange (Game)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Characters

Any TWDG Character

Any TWD Character

Any TQ Character

Connor Hawkins (Or other FTF characters if you want me to)

Any THG Character

Any LIS Character

Any DDLC Character

[blvckqwz]

SHADOWS (T.O. x OC)

troy otto💌

fear the walking dead📺

leah hernandez 👤

blvckqwz✍️

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“sometimes two people are just made to burn together”

material list

cast list | characters analysis | aesthetics

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[topazy]

Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Mentions if vomit

Chapter: 2.02

You closed the door quietly behind you and tiptoed into the living room while clutching the baby monitor to your ear. Hearing a chuckling noise, you look across the room and see Shane smiling at you, shaking his head before turning to face the TV again.

“That’s him finally asleep,” you whisper. Shane gently pulls you down towards him so you're sitting in his lap. He runs his finger over your shoulder with his free hand while his other hand holds his beer. He didn’t often drink, only when he was watching a football game. “Who’s winning?”

“I've got no idea,” he kisses the back of your shoulder. “I was too busy watching you in mom mode.”

You roll your eyes and say, “I was hardly in mom mode, just aunt Lily mode.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he chuckled. “One of these, you're going to be begging me to have one of our own.”

You smile and say nothing else, knowing that you can’t share your biggest fear with Shane. You were afraid you weren’t cut out to be a mom. You loved Carl, but you weren’t sure if you could be a parent.

“Do you want me to take him for a moment?”

“No, I’m good.”

You were walking at the back of the group while gently rocking Jace, who had just stopped crying. Luckily, only one walker was attracted by his screaming, and Daryl shot it in the head with an arrow before it got close enough to bite anyone.

Lori lets out a frustrated sigh, “You're covered in vomit.”

“And dirt, blood, and probably piss as well. But like I said, I’m good.”

“You're being ridiculous, I’m his auntie,” she looks ahead to make sure nobody else is paying attention to your conversation. “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

“Carol’s daughter is missing. Once we’ve found her. Shane, Rick, and Carl are back safe, sure. We can address you, fucking Shane.”

You watch as Lori’s jaw clenches as she struggles for a comeback. Maybe it was petty to hold a grudge during an apocalypse, but Lori being the person Shane slept with hurt more than any pain you’ve felt before, and the worst part was she didn’t seem to care.

“For God's sake, Lily, at times you behave like a child-” Lori is cut off by a gunshot in the distance.

—

The rest of the walk through the wooded area was mostly in silence since the gunshot. Something felt off, everyone was acting more tense. It reminded you of the feeling you’d get watching a horror film, when you're waiting for the killer to pop up.

“Are you still worrying about it?” Andrea asks when Lori stops walking to look back in the direction you’ve come.

“It was a gunshot.”

Daryl nods in agreement, “We all heard it.”

“Why one? Why just one gunshot?”

Seeing the genuine panic on her face, you decide to say something. “I don’t think it was them. Neither Rick nor Shane would fire a bullet out in the open like that, it would make too much noise, and they wouldn’t risk it.”

“Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?” Carol asks.

“There’s nothing we can do about it anyway,” Daryl says calmly. “I can’t run around these woods chasing echoes.”

Lori raises her eyebrows, “so what do we do?”

“Same as we have been doing. Beat the bush for Sophia, work out a way back to the highway.”

Agreeing with Daryl, you start to walk forward again, you only look back when you notice him marching towards Carol, who had started to cry when Andrea said she was praying for her little girl. “I’ll tell you what it’s worth... not a damn thing. It’s a waste of time, all this hoping and praying. We’re going to locate that little girl, and she’s going to be just fine. Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord.”

You do your best to stifle a laugh at the last part, despite how rough he may look and sound, Daryl was all heart. He just didn’t want anyone else to know it.

—

“Oh my god, Jacey, for a boy who doesn’t eat a lot, you sure are sick a lot,” you mumble while stopping to unstrap Jace from your chest.

You pull off the shirt you are wearing and toss it to the ground, leaving you in just a vest top. With Jace safely back in his harness, you start to catch up with the others, and you notice Andrea has walked away from the rest of the group. You look around until you spot her swatting at flies while two walkers creep up on her, “Andrea get down!”

You pull the gun from your belt and fire three bullets. The first two only grazed the walker, but the third struck him in the head.

While you shot the first walker, Andrea tried to run away but fell to the ground with the second walker only inches away from her.

You watch as a woman with short brown hair rides up on a horse and hits the walker in the head with a wooden baseball bat. The brunette looks between you all, “Lori? Lori Grimes?”

“I’m Lori.”

“Rick sent me, you’ve got to come now.”

“What?” She asks, confused.

“There’s been an accident, Carl's been shot. He's still alive, but you’ve got to come now.”

Lori freezes on the spot as she tries to process what she’s just been told. You place your hand on her back and say, “You need to go with her; go to Carl.”

She snaps out of her trance and throws her backpack on the ground, then gets on the horse, much to Daryl’s dislike. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don’t know this girl. You can’t get on that horse.”

“Rick said you had others on the highway, the big traffic snarl? Backtrack to Fairburn Road Two miles down is our farm, you’ll see the mailbox, whose name is Greene.” She says this before quickly speeding off on her horse with Lori.

You reach your hand out and help Andrea to her feet, asking, “Are you okay?”

She pats herself down and says, “I’m fine, and Carl's going to be just fine as well.”

“Yeah, I know,” you nod. “We should keep going if we want to make it to the farm before nightfall.” You spin around, trying to remember what direction you were going in. “Which way is it again?”

Glenn, Andrea, and Carol all gave you a sympathetic look instead of answering your question. Daryl slung his crossbow over his shoulder and said, “This way.”

—

You tried to make sense of Carl being shot. You understand how serious the situation is, but you can’t grasp the fact that he could die. You didn’t want to. He was just a child, still just a baby in your eyes, and none of you could let him go.

“Is she okay?” Dale asks, looking in your direction.

“She’s still in shock, poor thing,” Andrea sighs. “But I’m in, I’ll stay here as well.”

Your eyes widened at the last part, you’d completely zoned out and missed the conversation that was taking place. “Sorry, what’s happening?”

Dale informs you of their plan. “Me, Daryl, and Andrea are going to stay with Carol in the RV tonight in case Sophia returns.”

“That's a good idea. I just need to grab a couple of things and head to the farm. I’m assuming he’s coming with me?” You ask quietly, pointing at T-Dog, who was slumped down on the ground with his back against a broken-down car.

The older man nodded and said, “Glenn will go with you. You can take Carol’s Cherokee.”

Glenn shook his head, understandably not happy about needing to leave the RV, he’d become attached to it.

You reach for him subconsciously and grab his hand and say, “Please, come with us. I don’t know if I’d be able to protect Jace and T-Dog on my own if I run into walkers.”

Reluctantly, he agreed, “How bad is he?”

“That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection,” Dale says seriously. “Get him to that farm and see if they have any antibiotics. Because if not, T-Dog will die, no joke.”

You watch as Daryl walks over to his motorbike and pulls a couple of dirty rags off it before pulling out a plastic bag full of pills. He tosses the rag at Dale, saying, “Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle. Why’d you wait until now to say anything? I got my brother's stash. Crystal, X. You don’t need that. I got some kickass painkillers. Oxycyline. Not the generic stuff either, it’s first class. Merle got the clap on occasion.”

On any other day you would have laughed at his clap comment, but instead you picked up the drugs Daryl had left out and handed them to Glenn, “You want to help T-Dog and I’ll get our stuff?”

“I’ve already got it.”

You spin back around to see Daryl holding yours and Glenn’s backpacks. He had moved so fast, you hadn’t even noticed him going inside the RV and back out. You reach for the bags and say, “Thanks.”

He holds onto them while walking towards Carol's car. “I’ve got them…you’ve already got a heavy load on you anyway.”

“What a gentleman,” Andrea scoffs.

You watch as Daryl tosses the bags into the back seat, “hope that had nothin fragile in them.”

Once you check that Jace didn’t need to be changed, you step into the front passenger seat at the same time T climbs into the back. You felt bad that Glenn was leaving with you when he didn't want to, but what you said before was the truth. If, for any reason, you were surrounded, you didn't think you were a good enough fighter to protect yourself, your son, and T-Dog.

Glenn began to talk as he drove away from the highway and towards the farm, but nothing he said made any sense to you; the reality of what was happening was finally kicking in. It must've been an illusion, some trick of the mind, that was blocking you from the overwhelming feeling of grief and pain over your nephew being so close to death, even though you had every faith he’d pull through.

To make matters worse, you had a gut feeling this was just the beginning and the bad things would just keep coming.

[marchweres]

Hi everyone!

We have a proper icon and banner now!

The prompt list is finished! I'll be working on making a proper post for it and put it online this week!

This should give evergone enough time to prepare works and share the word to anyone who may be interested in joining the event!

[catwithyellowwings]

Troy Otto x OFC (Megan Harris)

English is not my first language. OFC Megan Harris - childhood friend of Troy, Jake and Mike

"I don't understand what you see in him," Alicia muttered, shaking her head, seeing another showdown between the Otto brothers. Always the good man, Jake did not like the methods of his younger brother, who perceived threats to his address with a satisfied grin. He knew Jake wouldn't do anything to him, and Jeremiah was dead. Now the younger Otto's hands are untied, and he was going to clean up the farm, considering it his duty. To protect his people from the zombie invasion, Troy was ready to do anything, even forced killings, which neither his brother nor the recently arrived Clarks liked at all. In a short time, Madison somehow managed to gain credibility with the locals, which Troy did not really like, although he tried to ignore it, not perceiving Madison as a danger.

"What are you talking about?" without taking her eyes off from the disputants, asked Meg.

"Don't pretend," Clark sighed wearily, noticing how her friend's eyes were constantly following the younger Otto. "I can see the way you're looking at Troy. You clearly have something more than just friendship. After all, you didn't look at Mike like that, and neither did at Jake now."

"Jake has always been like an older brother to me," the girl explained, folding her arms on her chest. "He was covering for us all, keeping an eye on us. And Mike..." her heart skipped uncomfortably when her brain involuntarily reminded her of what had become of an old childhood friend, "Mike, Troy and I were inseparable. Jeremiah sometimes made fun of us that one day we would make a love triangle."

"And what?" Alicia didn't understand the hint.

"And that's not going to happen," Megan said flatly, finally deigning to pay attention to Clark. "I’ve never felt anything but friendship for Mike. And Troy... well, he's not the type to build a relationship with, if you haven't noticed. Therefore, the prophecy of old Otto is not destined to come true."

Meg was clearly aware that she was now openly lying to her so-called friend, but she didn't need to know that. In fact, Jeremiah was right. They had the notorious love triangle, which was difficult to avoid. When they were still teenagers, in view of the limited circle of communication, Mike began to feel something more for Megan besides friendship. For several years, he persistently drowned these feelings in himself, confessing them only after a drunken party that Meg and Otto brothers arranged for him in honor of his eighteenth birthday.

When Jake and Troy were asleep near the campfire, Mike invited Meg for a little walk, where under the influence of alcohol and confessed his feelings. Drunk, he even climbed up to kiss her, but immediately received a slap in the face, which instantly sobered him. The shock and fear in Megan's eyes haunted him for a long time, although in the morning they agreed to keep that situation a secret and behave as if nothing had happened.

The girl understood that she did not feel the same feelings for Mike that he felt for her, so she simply could not give him false hopes, believing that it was better to stop such things in the bud in order to cause less pain to each other. By that time, her heart was completely occupied with the youngest of Otto brothers, but he was far from romantic.

When the conversation between the girls ended, Jake and Troy's argument was over too. Troy, being on edge, went straight to the jeeps, climbing into one of them to go to unwind. That's when he noticed Clark and Harris watching them and decided to drive there first. Realizing this, Alicia hurried after her boyfriend, leaving her friend alone to deal with the younger Otto.

"Do you want to take a little walk, Megs?" he addressed her through the open window on the passenger side.

"Did you have a fight with Jake again?" already knowing the answer, Megan decided to ask this question anyway.

"It's nothing," Troy waved off, although his firm grip on the steering wheel proved that he was still angry. "My brother, as always, pretends to be a saint, not realizing that everything I do is for the protection of our people. But I know you've always understood me, right?"

"What makes you think that?" and, not daring to move, she asked again.

"Because you love me," Otto replied with a satisfied grin, which made Meg's insides clench with fear. The girl did not want her friend to ever find out about her unrequited love for him. This secret was supposed to go with her to the grave. "Come on, Megs, I'm kidding," seeing how Harris tensed up from these words, Troy confessed and laughed. "But this does not negate the fact that you are the only one of all people who is always on my side and supports me. You're the only one I can rely on in this damn world of lies and hypocrisy. So, will you take a ride with me?" he returned to the first question. "If we're lucky, we'll kill a couple of walkers on the way. Come on, I know you like it."

"The hell with you," Megan muttered, rolling her eyes, once again reproaching herself for not being able to refuse a person she cared about, and opened the passenger door.

"Yes!" Troy exclaimed, slapping the steering wheel. "I knew you wouldn't leave me alone!"

"In your dreams, Otto," feeling a surge of energy and adrenaline, the girl grinned. "You and I are in the same bundle. Forever."

[wincheskka]

Familiar (part 2)

Pairing : Troy Otto x Fem!Reader x Negan Smith

part 1

Warning : angst, death mention, TWD & FTWD SPOILERS (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : I'm really sorry to post the second part three months after the first part. I had to wait until the end of FTWD, to finally write/finish it.

English is not my native language, so i'm sorry if there are (i'm sure there are) spelling mistakes.

"He really looks like me" a voice says, this voice is familiar to you, so familiar, your heart starts racing.

You slowly turn your eyes where the voice comes from and you see a familiar person in the doorway to the dining room, your eyes fill with tears :

"Troy ?!"

Your voice shakes as you say his name in shock. You slowly get up from the couch and walk towards him, he smiles at you.

“Hi Y/N” He says when you are in front of him, with your teary eyes you look him in his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that you thought you would never see again “I missed you”

This time the tears escape your eyes, the man you have never stopped loving is in front of you. The tears run down your cheeks but Troy's hands come to your cheeks and wipe them away, you close your eyes to this action.

“Hey I'm here now it's okay” He comforts you, you open your eyes and see him looking at you with so much love. He leans down and places his lips on yours, you close your eyes again and kiss him back, the kiss is so sweet, you think you're in a dream.

A few seconds later he pulls away from the kiss, you open your eyes and see him smiling at you once again. You can't believe he's back, that he's with you.

Suddenly you hear the front door open, you feel him quickly remove his hands from your cheeks, you turn away from Troy to look at the door. You see Negan enter the living room with a smile on his face but when he sees you, his smile disappears and he frowns in worry, he quickly walks towards you.

"Why are you crying ?" Negan asks, he places his hands on your cheeks and wipes your wet cheeks, it makes you frown because Troy did it a few seconds ago, tears must have flowed down your cheeks again without you realizing it.

You smile at Negan and gently remove his hands from your cheeks, you want him to meet Troy.

“Let me introduce you” You say, you see him frown but you turn to meet Troy's gaze but instead of blue eyes you meet a white wall, you frown.

“Introduce who ?” Negan asks in confusion, he takes your hand in his so you can look at him, you turn your eyes on him not understanding why Troy isn't there.

You walk into the kitchen dining room what makes Negan let go of your hand. You look to see if maybe Troy was hiding there but no sign of him.

You go back to the living room, you look around you with incomprehension and panic. Negan puts his hand on your arm to make you look at him, and you do.

“Calm down and tell me what’s going on” Negan tells you in a comforting tone, he starts to worry even more. Tears form again in your eyes, not understanding yourself what's going on.

Where is Troy ?

“You didn't see him ?” You ask him, Negan frowns at your question.

"Who are you talking about ?" He asks still with so much confusion.

“Troy” You answer him, looking around you once again. You start to breathe faster as the panic grows more and more.

“Troy is dead” Negan says, you look at him and shake your head knowing that you saw Troy alive in front of you, that he touched you, that he kissed you “You talked to me about his death"

“Yeah I know, I know but he was there” You exclaim, pointing to where Troy was a few minutes ago, a tear runs down your cheek “He was there you have to believe me Negan”

Negan's gaze softens and confusion turns to understanding, he sighs and moves closer to you. He places his hands on your cheeks :

“Sweetheart I think you had a hallucination” He tells you in a calm tone so you don’t panic even more.

“No, it wasn't, it was real, he touched me and he even kissed me” You exclaim, not thinking that you could have had a hallucination of Troy.

“It wasn't real Y/N” Negan still says in a calm and reassuring tone. Another tear falls down your cheek, he immediately wipes it away with his thumb.

Suddenly, your eyes is drawn to the living room entrance behind Negan, you look and you see Troy again, you let out a little gasp.

“He’s here” You tell Negan for him to look, he turns to where your eyes are looking. Negan's gaze returns to you and you look away from Troy to look at Negan, he rubs his thumb on your cheeks to soothe you.

“You don’t see him ?” You ask but you already know the answer just by seeing the expression on his face "Tell me you see him please" your voice breaks at the end of your sentence.

“It's a hallucination Y/N, he's not real” He answers, it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, tears accumulate in your eyes, sobs also want to escape from you mouth.

Your teary eyes return to Troy and look him up and down and you realize something, his clothes, they are the same as the day he died, this time you let out a sob. The Troy you see is not real, you hallucinate him, it hurts you so much.

"Hey it's okay, I'm here for you" Negan comforts you, your eyes fall to the floor, just like the tears from your eyes fall on your cheeks.

You can no longer hold back all the sobs, so you let them escape with pain and sadness, Negan removes his hands from your cheeks to bring your head closer to his chest. You cry into his chest, he gently places his hand on the back of your head being careful not to hurt your injury.

You cry for several minutes, until your cries become sniffles, Negan slowly pulls away to look at you. You stare into space, lost in your thoughts, your eyes are red and swollen from crying. You can't believe you hallucinated Troy, why after all these years of suffering because of his loss, you have to suffer again ?

"C'mon, you need some rest" Negan says wrapping an arm around you, he walks to the stairs with you, he helps you all the way up the stairs. Arriving at your room he moves the blanket and helps you sit on your bed, then he closes the curtains and comes back to you.

You have a headache, you don't even know if it's because of the concussion or because of your crying. All you want right now is to sleep, Negan kneels down and takes off your shoes, you want to tell him he doesn't have to but you don't even have the strength to speak so you let him do it.

After he takes off your shoes, you lie down and he puts the blanket on you. He runs his hand through your hair and moves it away from your face, he leans down and kisses your forehead, you close your eyes at this action.

“I’m here for you, don’t forget it” He whispers on your forehead, you let out an exhale at his words. He moves away from you and walks towards the bedroom door but before leaving, he turns around to look at you "If you need me, scream I'm downstairs" You nod a bit, he smiles then goes out and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"I'm here for you too" The familiar voice from your hallucination is heard, you turn your head to the other side of the bed and see him lying next to you with a comforting smile.

His smile doesn't comfort you at all, tears come back to your eyes. You just want him to leave you alone, you don't want to suffer anymore. You turn away from him and close your eyes so you can rest from everything that happened, from all the pain.

~

Two days have passed, two days of rest, two days of having hallucinations of the man you love. It hurts so much to know it's not Troy because your Troy has been dead for years. Negan helped you a lot during this two days, just to do simple things or to cry in his arms, you are very grateful that he's there for you.

Today James comes home, your injury on the back of your head still hurts a little but you know you can handle it, you just want to see your son again.

Aaron had said he would bring James back in the morning, unfortunately you slept most of the morning. You look in his room to see if he's there but don't see any sign of him, he must be downstairs with Negan.

You slowly walk down the stairs and look into the living room but you still see no sign of your son, there aren't even his shoes at the entrance, you frown, because he has the habit of leaving them at the entrance when he comes home. You walk into the kitchen dining room where you see Negan making breakfast but still no sign of James, what's starting to worry you. You approach the kitchen island and Negan looks up.

“Well, hello sunshine” Negan smiles at you.

"Hello Negan" You respond, smiling back at him, but you're still worried about where your son is "uh…where is James ?"

“At Aaron’s” He answers and your smile disappears, you look at him confused.

“But I thought Aaron was supposed to bring him back this morning” You remind him, maybe he forgot.

“Yes, but I told him to keep James for a few more days” He answers, your eyebrows furrow even more in confusion but also in surprise.

“Why ?” You ask wanting to understand why he did that.

“You still need some rest” Negan answers, looking at you seriously.

"Negan that's not your decision to make" You say severe but not angry "I'm his mom so if I want to see my son, I will" You turn away from Negan and leave the kitchen dining room, to get your son back.

Negan’s hand takes your arm, stopping you in the living room before you can go any further. You look at him confused by his gesture.

“Where are you going ?” He asks but you know he already knows the answer.

“I’m going to get my son” You answer wanting him to let go of you but he still holds you. “Negan let me go”

"I will let you go and let you get your son if you tell me that you no longer have hallucinations of Troy" He says waiting for your answer, you look at him for a few seconds, then your eyes are drawn behind him and of course you see Troy leaning against the wall. Negan notices your eyes going behind him “Y/N this is not good for you”

“Yeah I know that, thank you” You respond scarstically, your eyes return to Negan. You know it's not good for you but there's nothing you can do about it, you can just wait for it to pass, hope it passes even if it hurts.

“It's not good for James either” He adds, you look at him with incomprehension, not good for James ?

"What do you mean ?" You ask, starting to feel the annoyance rising.

“Do you think it's good for him that his mom sees his dead father” His words hurt you, your eyes change with pain in them, you know he didn't mean to hurt you but he did.

“You can’t tell me that !” Your tone rise against him, how can he say that to you !? “I can't control it, okay ? I would like but I can't !” He looks at you with pity, it annoys you even more, you don't want him to look at you like that anymore.

“I just want what's good for you and for James” Negan's voice are soft, but that doesn't change your annoyance.

"Negan you're not my boyfriend and you're definitely not James' father" Your words hurt him, you can see it in his eyes but you don't care he hurt you too with his words.

"I know I'm not but I'm your friend, I care about you and-"

“Get out of my house” You interrupt him, your words surprise him, you manage to free yourself from his grip.

“No, I have to be there for you” He retorts without raising his voice.

“You don't have to be here anymore, I feel much better” You look at him seriously “So now you can go home and leave me alone”

“Don't be like that, sweetheart” His words and eyes are soft, he doesn’t want you two to argue.

“Like what ?” You ask tilting your head to the side, your eyes are not at all soft like his.

“Like I did something wrong” He gets a little closer to you but you step back, it hurts him a little more.

“And you think you haven’t ?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh c’mon Y/N ! I just did something that I thought was good for you it's not like I shit at your front door !” He exclaims, he didn't think you would react like that "I just wanted to help you"

His last words make you feel guilty for having reacted this way, what happened to you ?

Your eyes soften this time, they are filled with guilt, you feel bad. He's been there for you these past few days and just for one thing he did that you don't like, you get mad at him, you're truly the worst friend for him.

Negan sees your eyes filled with guilt, he takes one of your hands in his and you let him do it. You look away from him, look at Negan's hand hold yours. You both stay in silence for a few seconds.

“You should go” You break the silence, not meeting Negan’s eyes.

“Are you kidding me ?” Negan asks surprised, he thought you had changed your mind. You finally raise your eyes to his, your gaze is serious and Negan understands that you are not joking "Look Y/N, I get it that you're mad at-"

"No, no it's not that" You interrupt him in his sentence, you squeeze his hand and look at him gently "I mean I'm a bit angry yeah, but you're right, bringing James back here while I'm still seeing Troy isn't a good idea. If he sees me talking to someone he can't see, it would be hard to explain to him that I'm seeing his father" Your eyes go behind him and look at your son's father, he smiles at you with eyes filled with love and yours filled with sadness "It would hurt me even more"

Negan looks at you, he sees your sad eyes looking at the hallucination of the man you loved and knows you still love. Negan's eyes on you are so soft, he wishes he could take away all the pain that you feel and that you have felt in the past, you are his friend, his best friend, he only wants your happiness, he cares about you so much.

“I just need to be alone” You let out a deep exhale at the end of your sentence, your eyes return to Negan, who immediately shakes his head.

“No way” Negan looks at you seriously, he doesn’t want to leave you alone.

“Let me handle this alone please” You try to persuade him to leave you, he could do much more interesting things than being with you. Negan still doesn't like what you're saying to him, doesn't like the idea of ​​you being alone, you can see it on his face, you squeeze his hand to try to reassure him. "Like I told you, I feel much better and it's because of you, but there's nothing you can do about the hallucination, I just have to do this alone"

“It's not true you don't have to this alone” He says and he knows he's right, you smile at him, he's right, he can be with you.

“I want and I need to do this alone” You admit, you like having Negan with you but not for that. Negan looks you in the eyes, he would like to insist even more but if you say that's what you need, he won't insist anymore.

He nods his head to let you understand that he has given in and will not push anymore and you are so grateful. He approaches you, you understand that he wants to hug you so you place your head against his chest and he wraps one arm around you and the other places his hand on the back of your head delicately. You feel his lips kiss the top of the head, you smile loving this action.

"Don't hesitate if you need me" He says caressing your back, you nod against his chest. You both stay like that for a few more minutes in silence. You finally move away from the hug. “I made you breakfast, you better eat it” you laugh a little and nod your head again.

“I'll make you a pie to thank you” Not just thank him for breakfast but thank him for being there and to let you handle it alone. He smiles happy to learn that he will be able to eat a pie.

“Yeah but this time it's me who's going to get the blueberries” You couldn’t agree more with him. He keeps his eyes on you for a little while longer, then he sighs and walks away from you, your eyes following Negan leaving your house.

“Finally only you and me” The voice of the hallucination speaks, making you look at him, he moves closer to you, you don't step back, you let him move closer to you. “You know I’m here for you, you don’t need him”

“He's my best friend” You just say, Troy shakes his head, he cups your face with one hand, you can feel the warmth of his hand as if it were real.

"And I'm your boyfriend" He says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you smile sadly and you place your hand on his hand that is on your cheek, you feel the skin of his hand under your palm, it seems so real.

"But you're not real" You let your hand fall then you move away from him to go into the kitchen to eat the breakfast that Negan made for you, leaving the hallucination behind you and trying not to think about it anymore, it's going to be hard, but it really needs to go away, for your own good.

~

You knock on the door in front of you and wait for someone to open it, you pull your jacket tighter around you to try to protect yourself from the morning cold. You woke up an hour ago and all you want is to see your son. Yesterday was a long day, Troy kept appearing and talking to you, it tired you even more mentally, so you really needed to do something else today and get out for a bit. You look around hoping Negan doesn't notice you, because you know that even though he told you he would leave you alone, if he sees you now, he'll just want to take you home.

The sound of the door opening takes you out of your thoughts, you turn your eyes towards the person who opened the door, Aaron's face is surprised to see you.

“Morning Aaron” You smile and raise your hand to greet him.

"Hi, I wasn't expecting to see you today" he says, still slightly surprised.

“Well I was going to go crazy if I didn’t go out” You laugh and Aaron gives an amused smile and then his eyes move around looking for someone, you know who he’s looking for. “Negan is not here” You add, it makes him feel better to not having to confront him. He moves away from the door and asks you to come in, and you do.

"We're having breakfast" He says closing the door behind you "You can join us, I think it would do your son good"

“And to me too” You add, it was hard to be without him for those few days. Aaron walks past you and you follow him until you arrive at the dining room where you immediately see your son sitting at the table with Gracie eating, you smile happy to see him again.

Your son's head turns towards Aaron and you when he hears footsteps and as soon as he sees you his eyes light up, you smile even more when you notice that.

“Mom ?!” He asks surprised, like he's not sure if you're really there. You approach the table at the same time your son gets up and wraps his arms around you, you also wrap your arms around him.

“Hi James” You say leaning down a little and kissing your son's hair, James is the first to pull away from the hug much to your dismay, he looks at you with a small frown.

“You finally healed ?” He asks with hope in his voice and eyes, it breaks your heart a little, you can see he just wants to go home but you know that won't be possible not while you still see Troy. You haven't seen him yet this morning, so maybe he's gone, but you have to be sure.

“I’m a little better but I still need some rest” You admit without telling him the real reason. The hope in your son's eyes immediately disappears, it hurts you to see. “I’m sorry honey”

“It’s okay, I just want you to get better” James smiles at you, your heart warms at his words, finding it adorable. You lean down again and kiss the top of his head. You pull away and look at Aaron.

“Would you like to keep him a bit longer ?” You ask Aaron, you don't want to bother him too much since he has a lot of things to do in Alexandria.

“Yes of course” He answers with a smile, that reassures you a little. You nod to thank him “Come join us for breakfast” He sits next to his daughter and looks at the empty chair for you to sit down.

“But I thought you needed some rest” Your son points out, you look at him and see confusion, you comb his hair with your fingers.

“I need it but I also need a breakfast with my son” You respond smiling which makes him smile too, he walks away, sits on the chair he was sitting on a few seconds ago. You take off your jacket and place it on the back of the chair next to your son then sit.

Around the table, the four of you eat breakfast, talking about what James did during these few days at Aaron's. James laughs and smiles, you miss hearing his laugh and seeing his happy smile, you need it because these days haven't been very happy for you, so just that, cheers you up.

You smile at your son and look him talk about how much he can't wait to see a movie. Aaron said that the Commonwealth is going to show the first Ghostbusters next week in their theater, you were surprised to hear that, it's been so long since you've seen a movie. James immediately asked you if you could go and of course you couldn't refuse, especially because of the way he looked at you with puppy eyes.

You're so happy to see him so excited to watch a movie, your eyes are suddenly drawn to what's next to him. Your eyes fall on Troy's familiar form, your smile falling at the sight of him. He looks at your son with a smile, the same smile you did, admiration in Troy's eyes is present and it hurts you so much.

Why does it have to appear now ?

Why when you are with your son ?

Why when you feel happy ?

This is the first time you see him with James and you hoped you'd never see him with him, because you know very well it would hurt you and that's exactly the case right now. It’s everything you ever wanted Troy to be there for your… his son. Seeing him next to James gives you hope but he's not real, Troy looks up at you, you keep your eyes on him but tears form.

“Can Negan come with us ?” Your son's voice asks but you don't even hear it. When you don't answer your son turns his head towards you, he's a bit confused "Mom ?" he shakes your arm to make you look at him and you do, you blink a few times so the tears don't escape your eyes.

“What is it ?” You ask your son, raising your eyebrows and trying not to show him that something is wrong, you don't want to worry him.

“Can Negan come with us to watch the movie ?” He repeats, not really paying attention to why you didn’t answer him the first time.

"Um…we'll h-have to ask him" You stutter while answering, James gives you a big smile at your answer, then he goes back to talking with Aaron and Gracie.

“I could come, I'm his father, not Negan” Troy's words, make your heart clench painfully. His words are true but Troy is dead and James needs a father figure, Negan is the only one you trust the most to be one.

“I have to go” You announce getting up from the chair, you take your jacket and put it on. You notice James' sad eyes looking at you, he wants you to stay and you want the same too but if you stay you might very well burst into tears because of Troy and you don't want that, not in front of your son. “Thanks Aaron for the breakfast and thanks again to keep James.” Aaron nods at you in response.

“Don't go, I want to be with my son” You try not to pay attention to what Troy is saying and you lean over the back of your son's chair and kiss the top of his head.

“I love you” You whisper into his brown hair, you pull away and he tilts his head back and smiles at you, it makes you smile a little.

You say goodbye to everyone and leave Aaron's house, followed by Troy who walks next to you, you put your hands in the pockets of your jacket and don't even glance at the hallucination.

"I don't understand why he can't come home with us" Troy says, you close your eyes for a few seconds and let out an exhale then you continue on your way without paying attention to him. "He should be with his mother and his father"

You walk faster now, just wanting to go home and sleep, without having to hear him again. Arriving in front of your house you quickly climb the porch steps then open the door at the same speed, the hallucination of Troy ready to enter but before, you close the door. You let out a sigh and place your back against the door, and close your eyes. You thought he was gone but no he came back when you didn't want.

“Are you ignoring me now ?”You hear the voice of the hallucination asking, you open your eyes and see him in front of you, looking at you with raised eyebrows, tears forming once again. You walk away from the door and enter the living room, you take off your jacket and throw it on the couch.

You turn to go into the kitchen but Troy appears and blocks your way, he raises his hand to take yours but you take a step back.

“Leave me alone” You beg, your eyes closing and your fists clenching.

“No” You hear him say, you open your teary eyes.

"Why? Why don't you want to leave me ?!" You ask, you are angry but above all very sad. He smiles at you sadly.

“Because you don't want me to leave you…again” The truth of his words make you step back once again, you shake your head “You like me being here”

“No I hate it !” You exclaim with a tear rolling down your cheek,he gets a little closer but you step back again and that makes him stop.

“And at the same time you like it, you can lie to anyone but not to me” he says the truth and you know it, your lips tremble ready to burst into tears.

"But you're not real" You repeat the same words to him as yesterday, another tear escapes from your eye "You're dead and seeing you hurts me, it hurts me even more when I see you with James"

Troy doesn't say anything, he just walks towards you, you don't step back this time, you're just tired of all the pain. His blue eyes look at you with so much love it was the same look he gave you after the first kiss you shared so many years ago. You smile sadly at this memory and Troy does the same thing like he remembers it too.

“Please, please leave me alone” Your voice breaks at the end of your sentence and you burst into tears, your knees give way and you fall on the living room floor, you can no longer control yourself, sobs escape from your mouth.

Arms surround you, you know it's Troy and you let him do it, right now you don't care that he's not real. You lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and sobbing into it. He strokes your hair with one hand to comfort you.

“Do you really want me to go ?” Even with your loud sobs you hear him ask, you nod against his chest. You don't really want it, but you know it's what's best for everyone "All right"

You feel his lips on the top of your head, he gives you a simple kiss then suddenly, you feel like Troy's arms aren't there anymore, not even his body, just a coldness covers you instead of his arms. You open your eyes, you don't see his chest just the walls and furniture of your living room. You are confused your eyes red from tears, look around the room.

Where is he ?

You finally understand when you don't see him anywhere in the room, he's gone, he's finally leave you.

That he's no longer there didn't help, it's quite the opposite. The tears fall again, you put your head on the floor and sob even more, so much that the tears fall on the floor.

He was right you didn't want to lose him again, but that's what just happened, you lost him a second time even if it wasn't real. The fact that he's no longer here hurts you even more than when you saw him.

“Goodbye Troy, goodbye my love” You speak in a broken voice. You say goodbye to the hallucination but also to your Troy who died several years ago, you finally let him go, you were never able to do it before but now that you were able to see him one last time you can do it. You will miss him every day but now maybe you will finally be able to move on.

~

You place the pie in the oven, close the door then turn it on so the pie can bake. You look at the pie lit by the oven lights with a smile on your face.

“So, happy you finally made it ?” The voice behind you asks, you turn to the person still smiling. Your eyes meet Negan who also smiles.

"Yeah, I am" You answer and Negan's smile widens when he sees how happy you look.

"You seem to feel much better" Negan points out, he's right and you feel it too.

It's been five days now since you last saw a hallucination of Troy. You still waited two days to be sure and when you were, your son was finally able to come home to his great joy. It was still hard to no longer see him, no longer hear his voice, that's why on the evening of the second day, you went to see Negan to tell him and he immediately comforted you and that really helped you.

Now you're happy, you really are, you should feel bad for it but you're not, it's been several years now since Troy died, you have the right to move on and not feel guilty about it. You will never forget Troy, he will always be the person you loved the most, he will always be in your heart.

“I’m much better” Your smile gets bigger, you’re also happy because he’s here.

“You deserve it sweetheart” His words warm your heart but also what he called you, you feel your cheeks warm up like the first time he called you like that, now every time he does it, you have this reaction, you don't really know why. You move your eyes away from him and place them on the kitchen island in front of you, you have to clean it, you take a cloth and start to do it. “Thanks again for the blueberries”

“Well I told you last time I would go get them, I just kept my word no need to thank me” You hear him say, you look up at him and see him getting up from the stool, he approaches you, you frown but when you see him take the dishes you used and put them in the sink, you understand what he is doing.

“You don’t have to” You say but he turns on the tap and starts washing the dishes.

“I'm so used to helping you” He turns his head towards you and winks, you roll your eyes in amusement at that.

“I should hire you as a cleaning man then” You continue to clean the island, you can hear a snicker coming from Negan.

“I accept if I can have the sexy outfit” He turns his head again and gives you a smirk, you look at him and giggle imagining him in a sexy outfit.

“Deal” You say with a smirk on your face too, he raises his eyebrows you look at each other for a few seconds then you burst out laughing. You calm down and continue doing what you were both doing.

When you have finished cleaning, you stand next to Negan, leaning on the worktop behind you. You stare into space listening to the sound of the water for a few seconds then remember something you need to ask Negan.

“Oh before I forget, in two days the Commonwealth is showing the movie Ghostbusters in their cinema” You began and look at Negan, he turns his gaze towards you, with his eyebrows raised for you to continue “I'm taking James to see it and he asked me if you could come with us, so you wanna come ?”

"Ghostbusters ? You believe in ghosts ?" He asks amusedly without answering your question.

“Oh yeah sure, I put salt all over my house” You answer with a smilie on your face. “You should do it”

“Who says I don’t already do it ?” He gives you a mysterious look then turns his gaze to the dishes in the sink, you roll your eyes in amusement.

“So are you coming with us ?” You ask again.

“Do you really think I’m going to say no ?” He chuckles, it's true that you were a bit afraid that he wouldn't come but that reassures you now. He finishes washing a dish then puts it in the drainer to let it dry, he wipes his hands on a cloth, then he turns his body towards you. "Yes I will come"

“Great, James will be happy” You say, running your hand through your hair.

“Only James ?” Negan asks, you look at him with confusion in your eyes, he moves a little closer to you. “Aren’t you happy that I’m coming ?” a smirk forms on his lips, you roll your eyes in amusement once again, realizing what he's doing.

“Are you flirting with me Mr. Smith ?” You ask, raising your eyebrows and biting your lower lip.

“I wouldn’t dare Miss L/N” He anwsers, still with his smirk, you both look at each other for a few seconds.

You notice Negan's eyes looking at your lips, you lower your eyes from his to look at his lips. You raise your eyes to his, he does the same thing. Your lips part and your breathing quickens, Negan moves even closer to you. You two are so close, Negan leans his head towards you and you don't move away, you feel his breath on you getting closer and closer. There is almost nothing separating the two of you, you half close your eyes ready for what is going to happen.

A knock on the front door immediately makes you open your eyes wide and move away from him, you blink several times suddenly feeling very embarrassed by what almost happened between Negan and you, there is another louder knock on your door.

“I-I'm going t-to see who it is” You stutter and quickly move away from Negan so you can open the door. Arriving at the door you sigh to calm your nerves then open it, it's Gabriel, you smile at him "Gabriel what can I do for you ?"

“There’s a new group that just arrived” He announces to you, you hear footsteps behind you, you don’t need to turn around to know that it’s Negan. You frown well you didn't expect that but also you wonder why he came just to tell you that, Gabriel must understand what you're thinking "They said they knew Morgan" your eyes widen at what he said.

Could it be them ?

You look at Negan behind you, he is quite confused but when he meets your eyes he understands, your eyes return to Gabriel.

"Where are they ?" You ask pressed by his response.

"At the gate with Aaron" He answers quickly, you don't waste any more time and pass next to him and run towards the gate.

So many questions are popping up in your head and you're only a few steps away from having the answers. You finally arrive at the gate you approach a little closer with a smile but suddenly your smile immediately fades when you lay your eyes on the first person you notice.

You thought you would never see this person again

You thought this person was dead.

You wish this person would stay dead.

This person is none other than the person you hate the most in this world.

The person who killed the man you loved, the father of your child.

Madison Clark.

She is in front of you but she hasn't noticed you yet. The anger immediately rises, you see a cart full of weapons on it, certainly the weapons of each person in the group. You take a gun, you check if the weapon is loaded then move even closer and point it at Madison, this time she notices you.

Madison's eyes widen, not expecting to see you again, the joy that you had before is no longer present at all, it has been replaced by pure hatred.

“Woah Y/N ​​what are you doing ?” You can hear Aaron's voice say but you don't pay attention, you are only focused on the blonde woman in front of you.

“Y/N hey, don’t do that” You think you recognize June’s voice, it’s been so many years since you’ve seen her but you don’t even glance at her.

“Put the gun down Y/N please” It’s Negan’s voice who is next to you, he has just arrived and seen what position you are in right now.

You don't listen to him either and keep the gun pointed at Madison, she no longer looks at you with surprise but just with a neutral expression, she's not even afraid, that annoys you even more. You grip the gun in your hand tighter, so much that your hand shakes.

You can just pull the trigger, you can kill her, this time you're not afraid of getting killed and leaving your son alone. If you kill her now the people in her group won't be able to do anything against you, they no longer have their weapons and the people of Alexandria will protect you.

After all the pain you endured because of her, you have the right to kill her, to finally have your revenge. You put your finger on the trigger ready to finally shoot and let her get what she deserves.

“Y/N ?!” A voice exclaims in surprise, a familiar voice, a voice that you stopped hearing not long ago.

No you thought he was gone, why does he have to come back ?

Your eyes slowly move to where the voice was coming from and of course you see the hallucination, but something about him is not the same, he has nothing to do with the hallucination you had of him before. You stare at him and notice that one of his eyes is white like he can't see with it and a scar next to it.

You frown, you've never seen the hallucination of him like that before, so why would you now ?

It's like he's real, he looks so real even more real than what you've seen before. Your eyes widen because you finally understand.

It's because he's real.

"Troy ?!"

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A/N : I don't really like the ending of FTWD, so I changed it to fit my fanfiction and also so that I love it.

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Just dirty, filthy smut about Troy’s obsession with making notes while “watching you”…

Troy likes to watch you masturbate. He will sit on a chair nearby or on the edge of the bed and make notes, describing what you do to yourself and how it makes your body respond and the different sounds it coaxes out of you. He’ll time you. He will note down the length and intensity of each orgasm.

Then he will use this information to see if he can make you go longer, moan louder and your body shake harder. He keeps record of his own “personal bests” and nothing turns him on more than “interviewing” you after each round. Prodding you for more information, more in depth descriptions of what you felt and what you did until your face is red and your chest heaving.

Afterward he places the pencil in-between the pages and snaps it shut. The sound always makes you flinch because you know you’re in for another round.

“Let’s try it this way…”

He will tell you, gesturing for you to move positions. You oblige. You’re happy to be his test subject. His little experiment. After all, he might be getting off on the things he is learning and observing but you’re the one reaping the benefits…