#gotta go scavenging for more supply

[opalescentidiot]

[bisexualiteaa]

Make-Up Sex

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: NSFW MDNI!! Rough sex, riding, Cooper getting tied up, p in v, p0rn w/o plot, irradiated cream pie x2, mention of needles, cursing, established relationship, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviance from show

AN: I’m really enjoying writing for asks! Thank you to those who have submitted any, my ask box is always open so feel free to send in more! I will do my best to get to them as I can, and to the Anon who asked for this one, I hope I did your ask justice! Enjoy our favorite cowboy getting tied up and railed. Save a horse, ride a cowboy y’all. 🤠 apologies if it seems rushed, I wrote it at like 2am and post this on my way to work 😭

Synopsis: Cooper Howard is one stubborn man, and after a while of getting on your nerves, you finally find a way to make him apologize.

He had been getting on your nerves all day. First instance was when you two were out scavenging after finishing a bounty hunt, your supplies were running a bit low after being out for three whole days longer than you’d anticipated. You were getting ready to shoot one of the bandits that managed to get a stray bullet to graze your cheek when he killed them before you could even get a chance. You evil eyed him as he said “ain’t fun havin’ your kills stolen from ya, is it sweetheart?” He asked, making you roll your eyes and give a groan as you sifted through the raider’s pockets for anything useful. No such luck. A whole three bottle caps, and a plastic fork. So you drug your feet as you both carried on towards home.

Second instance was when you both were surprised by some radroaches and radscorpions after opening the door to what looked to be a vacant rest stop to get supplies from. A few wasted bits of ammo later, you make it inside and he made fun of your screams for a whole two hours. “Ain’t afraid of raiders, needles, nothin’ but bugs” he would say as he’d laugh so hard he’d go into a coughing fit while your face burned bright red with anger and embarrassment as he’d use his inhaler.

The third instance was where you drew the line. He was sifting through his bag trying to find his canteen of water after not finding shit at the rest stop. “Motherfucker” he said to himself, upon not being able to find it or anything really to have to drink. So instead of asking, he just went into your bag when you were busy trying to scavenge more bodies, took yours and drank it dry without telling you, and you had at least three more hours on foot until you made it back to the settlement. So when you went to go get a drink of water, the horror and plain rage on your face when you felt that it was empty was immeasurable. “How in the fuck is this thing empty? I JUST filled it yesterday!” You said, turning to look at Cooper as you both walked and the look on his face was all you needed as an answer. “You drank all o’ my water? What ‘n the hell happened to your canteen?” You asked, your southern drawl becoming more evident the angrier you got. “Must’ve forgot it” he said, making you look at him like he just spoke a whole different language. “You forgot it?” you asked, wondering how in the hell the deadliest motherfucker in this wasteland was traveling with you and just forgot his water. “Oh you gotta be shittin’ me….You know what, I don’t even wanna know how you managed that. We’re almost back to the settlement, I’ll refill it when we get there” you said angrily, moving ahead of him a little to prove that he’d pulled the last straw on your patience.

When you made it back to your settlement and back to the place you called home, you organized all the supplies you’d gotten, (which wasn’t much) putting them where they all were supposed to go, refilling canteens of water, and changing into more comfortable clothes as night began to fall. It was around dinner time that Cooper finally noticed that he really managed to piss you off.

You’d hardly ever given Cooper the cold shoulder in the time you two had been together, he was married before so he wasn’t ignorant to what being given the cold shoulder meant, but Cooper Howard was a stubborn man, one set in his ways so when he feels there’s no need to do something, he will not do it. “You gonna sit here ‘n ignore me all night?” He asked, and all you did was cross your arms in response, making him shake his head. “I’ll take that as a yes, but we’ll see how long that lasts, ya always come around somehow” he said arrogantly, only adding fuel to the fire and he knew it, it’s just how he was. He was an asshole, he was when you met him and apparently that charm never fully left. He was partly right however which is what you didn’t want to give him credit for. Even when you were really mad at him, you always came around at some point. His mouth got him into a lot of trouble, but it also managed to get him out of it too, his charisma and smooth talking always landing with some kisses to open you back up or make up sex to help you forget. You never were the kind of girl to let good dick sway you out of being mad but it was attached to a man that cared about you in ways no one else ever did, so you supposed he was at least a good exception. “You’ll come ‘round when that ache sets in, when you realize your dainty lil’ fingers can’t do anything close to what mine do to you” he said by your ear as he stood up from the dining room table, working you up and trying to get you to sleep with him to forget about your anger, but just as he was stubborn, you were just as set in your ways too. Though he knew it was a tough decision for you, you’d both gone a whole two weeks out there in the wastelands collecting caps from bounties and scavenging for supplies without any time or a means to sneak away and be with one another, so you were both pent up and he knew it. It was half the reason for your attitude to begin with, although you supposed he likely knew that too.

You got up from the chair in the kitchen a few minutes after he moved to the bedroom, getting ready for bed. You stopped him as he’d just taken his boots off, finally ready to be on speaking terms again but they were your terms. “Here’s how this is gon’ work. You, are gonna lay on that bed, and let me fuck you like I hate you because right now, I am doing everythin’ in my power not to hate you, and you ain’t been makin’ that an easy feat” you said, your eyes looking straight into his as if you were staring right into his soul, if he still even had one. “Yeah? And what makes you think I’m just gonna let you get away with that, lil’ lady?” He asked in a condescending tone, making you chuckle. “Because I know damn well you’re as pent up as I am, so if you want any, and wanna get back into my good graces, this is how it’s gonna happen. And I will accept that as an apology for the shit you’ve done” you replied as you stepped closer, not caring that you had to look up at him when you spoke, the venom in your words was enough to prove the point you were trying to make. Your response making him huff a short, dry chuckle, impressed by how well you stood your ground, so he awaited your orders. “Now take your damn clothes off” you said, making him grin as he did as he was told, he could get used to you bossing him around like this. Your accent got a little thicker when you were mad, and the way you barked orders and told him what to do with a quip ready for whatever he had to say in response, he had to admit was a side of you he liked seeing more than he’d ever admit to. He shook his duster from his shoulders, then worked at his shirt as you pulled yours off and over your head, then moved to unclasp your bra and dispose of it on the floor, not caring where it went. Your eyes raked each other’s frame with almost visible tension as you stood a few feet apart from each other. Enough space to keep him from using his hands to get you to submit, but enough to also allow you to close the gap when you felt comfortable enough to. You both worked at undoing your pants, tossing them aside to be forgotten about until morning. “Get on the bed” you ordered, leaving the room to grab his rope from his saddlebag in the kitchen. When you returned, he noticed the item in your hands, giving you a wicked grin. “Gonna tie me up, sweetheart?” He asked in that condescending tone, making you chuckle as you tied his hands to the rungs of the bed frame nice and tight. Tight enough to keep him in place, not too tight to hurt too much, he was an asshole sure but he was still your asshole. “Sure am. Gonna need to earn the right back t’ touch me, and you ain’t earned it yet” you replied, straddling his lap as you ground your slick pussy against his cock. He gave a groan at the feel of you, watching as your hips moved against his to coat him in slick for when you’d line him up to your entrance. Key word there was when because you wanted to make this torturous. You moaned as you bucked your hips against him, his head bumping your clit as you used him for your own pleasure. “Think I could use you just like this. Mmm…make myself cum then leave you here achin’ for more” you threatened, running your hands along your figure and toying with your breast to tease him extra, hearing groans leave him each time your pussy would glide along his cock. “Now that ain’t very nice of you” he replied, making you grin. “Never said nothin’ ‘bout playin’ nice sugar. Still waitin’ for you to say you’re sorry” you responded, making him grunt as you continued to play with yourself and moan all sweetly. “I ain’t apologizin’, no need to” he said, making you click your tongue. “A shame, looks like you ain’t cummin’ tonight then” you said, continuing your movements as you got closer and closer to letting that knot snap inside you. He wanted- no he *needed* to feel your gummy walls wrapped around his cock, so the fact that you were using it in a way that couldn’t afford him that, was already working his nerves.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like what I’m givin’ you? Should be thankful I’m even touchin’ you with how mad you made me” you said, going a little quicker now with your movements so he tried focusing on that, focusing on the way your clit would bump that spot right under his tip over and over. So when you came from grinding against it rather than seating on it and *ruined*that chance of still getting to finish, he gave a disgruntled grunt.

“Aww what’s the matter? Did I stop somethin’?” You asked in a deeper, condescending tone that had his dick throbbing in need. He’d never seen this evil of a side of you before, but you had only just started. “Whatchya want Cooper? Go ‘head, tell me” you said, making him grunt. “Want you t’ shut up and ride me already” he said, making you chuckle before landing a harsh slap across his face, the sound of your hand meeting his cheek rang through the room. “You ain’t in the position to be givin’ orders sugar. I thought you had manners” you said as he turned and looked back at you, astonished one by the power behind that smack and two, by the tone you were getting with him. “I’ll ask you one more time, what’dya want me to do to you, hmm?” You asked, and knowing now what power you had behind just one of those smaller hands of yours, he relented. “Ride me, please” he grunted, making you smile and lay a soft kiss to his cheek to try and soothe where you slapped him. “See? Not so bad now is it? Now if ya just apologize, I’ll take some RadAway and let you cum” you said, and judging by the look on his face, you could say that wasn’t going to happen. “Fuck you” he spat, making you chuckle. “Oh I am gonna fuck you, don’t you worry” you said as you lined him up to your entrance, sinking down on him inch by torturous inch. You were having way too much fun with this, and he didn’t like that he couldn’t have his way for a change. His hips involuntarily bucked up to try and shove more of himself into your tight cunt, but you moved to where it wouldn’t happen, making him grip the bed frame where he was tied to. “Someone’s gettin’ antsy, best keep them hips steady if you want this to continue” you said, making him growl under his breath before giving a groan once you were fully seated on him. You gave a moan as his tip nudged the apex to your cervix, moving your hips back and forth to where you would get off, but not do much for him. He gave you an angry look that made you laugh. “What’s the matter honey? Ya asked me to ride you already, it’s what I’m doin’” you said, making him grit his teeth as he did his best to hold his bearings. “But I guess you were good and didn’t move after I warned you so I’ll throw a bone atchya” you said, moving up and down on him, earning a groan from him once more that mingled with the moans falling from your lips. “Fuck…” he breathed, making you chuckle and smirk in that bratty way that he wanted to fuck off your face already, but he couldn’t. Despite his expressions and reactions, he was enjoying this too much but he couldn’t let you know that.

“Mmm, Cooper…” you moaned sweetly as you bounced on his cock, his name sounded heavenly when it fell from your lips, he could hardly get enough of it. He watched as your tits bounced up and down with your movements, the way your thighs jiggled as you moved, god how he wanted to grip them so bad right now. To hold you down and buck up into you until your eyes were rolling back in your head and you were screaming, but this was your show to run. You picked up the pace a little bit, going faster and angling where his tip would brush against that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside. He felt the way your walls started to close around him, sucking him in each time you’d come down, and fluttering around him. You were close. You were so caught up in chasing that feeling that you almost missed what he said. “Fuck- ‘m sorry” he spoke softly, finally apologizing to you. “What was that? I don’t think I quite heard ya there” you said, making him grunt. He should have known that you would milk the shit out of this. “I said I was- fuck- sorry” he repeated, making you hum but it wasn’t enough, not yet. So you stopped. “Sorry for what?” You asked, and he didn’t seem very happy at the fact that you stopped moving all together when he was so close to cumming yet again. “Dammit, wadn’t sayin’ sorry enough? I fuckin’ apologized like you wanted” he snapped, making you slap him across his cheek once more, this one stinging a bit more because it landed in the exact same spot as the last one. Though the tingling sensation of pain never lasted very long, it was enough to make his dick throb while inside of you and he prayed you wouldn’t notice. “Lose the attitude before I hop off and take care of myself then leave you tied up here all night” you said, making him huff in response. “Fine” he replied gruffly through gritted teeth. “Good, now I wanna hear you say it. What are you sorry for?” You asked as you started your pace back up, making him groan again as your hips and ass slapped down against him harshly. “Sorry f’ bein’ an asshole” he grunted out. “And?” You asked, needing just a little bit more before you were satisfied. “And f’ makin’ you mad” he finished, and you were content with that. “Happy?” He asked, making you hum and pretend to contemplate if you were for a minute before finally answering. “Yeah, I’ll take that” you said, placing your hands on his chest as you bounced up and down on him once more, earning a relieved sigh from him. “Just like that sweetheart, fuck…” he groaned before you leaned down, pulling him into the first kiss you’ve shared in a day and a half. You moaned into it as you started to near your peak, finally able to chase it after all the time spent putting it off to deal with his attitude. “Gonna cum- Cooper…!” you moaned into the crook of his neck and that was his undoing. You hid your face into his neck as your walls squeezed him tight, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your legs shook as his hips bucked up into you, trying to work the both of you through your high as he pumped you full.

What he wasn’t expecting was you to keep moving, earning an almost pained groan from him as you ground yourself against him. “I never gave you permission to cum inside me” you stated, apparently he wasn’t out of the dog house just yet. He was plotting how he would get you back for this on another day, how he’d wreck you and make you remember just who it is you’re doing this to. You smirked as you had the wonderful idea of giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Perk about it bein’ a minute? I can go all night” you teased as you set that steady pace once more, needing more, needing to feel him after being so long without. His hands gripped the bed posts, white knuckled as he hissed through his teeth from the overstimulation. “You are one evil woman, ya know that?” He asked playfully, making you chuckle. “Don’t act like you don’t fuckin’ love it” you replied, and he certainly couldn’t argue with you there, not when it felt this good. “You can give me one more, can’t you sweetie?” You asked in a sickly sweet tone, using the same line he’d always use on you anytime he’d overstimulate the hell out of you just to see the faces you make and hear your moans. He recognized that line, making him grunt and groan as you moved your hips. “Fuck…” was all he could get out, mind foggy of any thoughts, just how good your walls felt as they massaged his dick. Maybe he should piss you off more often. “Look at those pretty faces, you like this, don’t you?” you asked, making him damn near whimper at your tone and he never does that shit. You gave an evil laugh at the pathetic sound. “Oh you sweet thing, I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you” you said, leaning down and biting into his shoulder as you picked up the pace a little bit, earning a lewd groan from him. You laved your tongue over the spot, watching it heal instantly before sitting back up, fully seating yourself on him. You reached behind you to cup and fondle his balls, moving your hips back and forth to grind your clit against him to both work you to your end. “C’mon baby, give it to me. I can tell you’re almost there” you said, making him tilt his head back at all the feelings you were giving him, it was too much yet not enough all at once and it was torture. Your free hand came to his cheeks, pulling his head down to face you. “Eyes on me” you ordered, and his eyes looked into yours for a moment before flitting down to where your bodies were connected, giving a groan when he’d see himself disappear and reappear slightly and the way his cum was sticking to your thighs and his lower stomach. “Cooper…” you moaned softly once more, that was almost always your sign, the way you’d sigh his name so deliciously paired with your walls milking him for everything he could give you drove him mad. “Cum with me honey” you pleaded, and felt as his hips bucked up into you three or four times before you both were sent over the edge once more, a cacophony of moans slipping from both of you as he spilled inside of you and you came on his cock.

After laying there for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful after glow of your orgasms, you sat up, accidentally seating yourself fully on his dick again and he gave a pained groan. “Not again…” he whined, making you laugh as your hands came to the rope binding his wrists. “Relax, I’m just undoin’ ya. I’m mean, but not that mean” you said through giggles. “You okay though? I know I was really rough but I didn’t go too far…did I?” You asked skiddishly, a complete 180 of the attitude you had just moments ago and it made him laugh. “Wasn’t expectin’ it outta you sweetheart but I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t like it. I’m alright, you did good” he assured, making you relieved as you laid on top of him, littering his lips, cheeks, neck, shoulder, and chest with kisses as his hands rested on your back and hips. “I love you Coop. Even when ya piss me off, you’re still the only person in this god forsaken wasteland I could ever see myself with” you spoke, making him chuckle. “I love you too, sweetheart. ‘m sorry for makin’ you upset, wasn’t right. But I’d say you did a damn good job of puttin’ me in my place” he said, making you giggle. “No hard feelings?” You asked, looking at him with eyes that held so much worry for one person, eyes that held so much care. His hand came to the back of your head, pulling you into a loving kiss. “Never” he said into it, pressing his forehead against yours after you both parted for air. You gave a contented hum, happy for things to be all right again. “Remind me to piss you off more often, you got a good swing on ya” he said, breaking the peaceful silence with a grin, making you laugh. “Please don’t, I like moments like this so much more. I hate bein’ mad at you, love you too much” you replied, making him kiss the top of your head, wondering what he ever did to deserve someone like you.

“C’mon, let’s get ya cleaned up and get some RadAway in ya, don’t wanna ruin that perfect skin just yet” he said, making you giggle once more but it was cut off by a hiss as he moved you off from his softened dick, grabbing a wet rag and cleaning you both up as he got the IV started. He kissed your head once more, holding your hand like he always did as you got the needle in, got it all hooked up and a good flow going, coming back to sling his arm around you and hold you to him. Between the warmth of his body and the comfort of the bed, you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut, a soft smile resting on your lips as you fell asleep peacefully against him. You always felt safe when you were with him, no matter where you were, and he’d always protect you no matter what. And that, is what love in post apocalypse looked like, he swore it.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The fun has just begun

Daryl Dixon x reader

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own.

Warning: Turture. Mentions of sexual assault.

Daryl watched you from the path to where you sat crouched surrounded by high greenery.

When nature calls, you gotta answer and Daryl, being the gentleman he is would always have your six.

Just as your pants were back up again, though, you got jumped.

Daryl stalked the men who had you by the arms and legs, not engaging in case there were more and he'd be outnumbered. Getting you hurt worse just because he got cocky was not the way to go today.

You were dragged inside a storage building not far off, having caught glimpses of Daryl on your way and knowing you would be okay, saving your strength instead of struggling too much. Pretending to be a poor little girl would definitely help you in the long run, but taking them both on wouldn't end up well for you now.

Once inside you realised it was in fact just these two men. They had supplies and small bits of food laying around in the othwrwise empty place. One of them went off, mumbling about grabbing something from god knows where while the other one held you restrained.

You let out a sigh that had thr man laughing. "Oh don't worry, pretty lady. We'll be friends soon enough."

He didn't realize the sigh wasn't one of defeat. It was disappointment.

Daryl had taught you how to get out of this type of grip right when he started training you, he needed to know you could break free and run if he didn't get to you in time and by now you were a pro in it, being able to even get out of Abraham's grasp. With or without a little cheating that you profusely apologized for with a scavenged pack of cigars.

The unmistakable thud of a body hitting the ground made it to your ears and used the moment to get out of the man's grasp and knpck him out with a calculated strike. On success you couldn't help but bounce with a little cheer as Daryl came into view with the other man being pulled along.

"Wanna feed 'em to the walkers?" It was always an easy cleanup option for Daryl. Break a leg and toss them in a highly populated part of the woods only to go back and clear out the area later with a group.

But you had other plans.

"Well, since he's all tied up already you can set him up against the crate, I'll find this one a chair." Daryl's brows furrowed in confusion but went along with whatever you told him. He liked your wacky plans and they always had a positive outcome.

So the tied up and now gagged man was sat up against the crates, facing his friend who was waking up tied to a chair. Daryl took the groggy noise as his que to wake up the man by slapping his cheek.

"Yo, wakey wakey. Girl's got somethin' ta show ya." The man shook and struggled against his restraints with no luck and looked around in a panicked state.

"Ah, fun! Let's get going then, huh, Dee?" You were all smiles and cheer with the rusted kitchenknife in your hand, and all Daryl did was grunt and gesture for you to go ahead.

With a quick twirl of your fingers the knife spun in your hand before sinking it down into the man's hand and inspected it coming out underneath just beside the metal of the chair. "That's for thinking it was smart to grab someone when they're peeing." You yanked the knife back out and used all your weight to stomp your lifted foot down between his legs. "And that too." The man's screams were sure to draw the dead, but with all exits checked you knew you were fine.

All Daryl did was stare as you hurt the man, one one hand afraid of this side of you, but on the other hand feeling the undeniable effect you were having on him straining against his pants.

Daryl watched as you stepped off and went to grab something from your bag. He followed your every move until the man decided to call after you.

"You bitch!" Daryl's attention was back on the man, amused with the attempt to curse at you. "I'll cut your limbs off and use you as my fucking cum dumpster!"

Behind you the screaming only made you laugh, and the loud crack, scrape of metal amd thud only made you laugh.

"Oh? Joining in after all, baby?" You came back with your backpack and dug around while asking Daryl to please put the idiot upright again, which he did by grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back up. "Hmhm. No one threatens ta hurt mah girl 'n get away with it." Daryl made sure to give the other one who sat back a warning glare before stepping aside to let you do your thing.

You watched the blood run from his split lip and hummed in thought before perking up and grabbing an old scalpel.

"Now sit still or I'll poke out your eye. Okay?" You punctuated the sentence with a sweet smile as you squeezed your hand atound his jaw, digging your fingers into the spot where Daryl had punched him.

Keeping up the squeeze, you moved your other hand that held a box cutter to his forehead, pretending to measure and making a "hmmm" sound before taking the cutter to his skin, carving away while holding his head as steady as possible. It was harder than you expected so your finished work was really wonky, but it got the message across.

"Idiot?" Daryl chucked from behind you, moving closer to admire your work. "Yeah, I wanted to write dumbass, but that's got too many letters.

The man before you was shaking and whimpering in pain, blood running down his face, smeared across his chest and dripping from the hole in his hand.

"So, now what? You wanna do something?" You took a step back to be next to Daryl, who nodded with a soft "yeah" and went to grab a pair or pliers.

"Ooh, i like those! What are you thinking?" You watched as Daryl reached for the man's chin and pulled it down. "Thinkin' 'bout takin' sum teeth." The man before you squirmed and tried to shake his head out of Daryl's grasp but failed miserably, only causing himself more pain as Daryl punched him again. "There, loosened 'em up for ya."

Behind gou the other bound man struggled against his binds and fell to the floor with a thud, making you laugh. "Alright, you do pull some teeth, I'll go deal with the other idiot." You turned around with a huff and picked up the crowbar he carried before, giving him a quick, clearly unnecessary "this will hurt." before raising it above your head and bringing it down hard on his lower leg.

Daryl let out a frustrated grunt at the swuirming man in front of him, cracking the pliers against his temple to keep him from thrashing around so much. Where even did he get the energy? With a swift movement Daryl pulled down the man's jaw again and stuck the pliers in his mouth, clamping them on a tooth.

Just as he had it positioned right Daryl was startled by a loud crack and a muffled scream, making him pull back and yank out the tooth earning another loud pained scream. "Jesus, woman. Warn me next time will ya?"

You laughed and apologised, coming up behind him to kiss his cheek and go back to your own victim again. "Strike!!" You yelled before again bringing the crowbar down, on his other leg this time. The pained screams echoed through the hall before it went silent again as your floored guy passed out.

"Ah come on! Unfair.."

Daryl could only smile at his girl as he took some more of the man's teeth and tossed them at his friend at your feet. "C'mere, this one's still awake." He waved the bloody pliers at you and you accepted them with a huff and a pout. "Guess we gotta share you now, then."

You looked him over, pliers tapping at your jaw leaving a bloody stain on your skin. Your eyes stopped at his still uninjured hand and set the pliers on one of his nails, squeezing hard and pulling back in a quick motion earning you a scream of pain and the harsh clawing of walkers at the large hall doors.

"Tha's our sign ta leave. Tha' door ain't holdin'much longer." Daryl's hand rested on your shoulder to get your attention away from your victim, making you drop the pliers and turn to grab your stuff.

"Toss him at his friend and make some noise, please?" Daryl did as instructed and threw the man, chair included onto hos unconsious friend and went to clank some metal bits together to get the walkers outide even more agitated.

As soon as the door gave you climbed onto the large crates stacked high up to the windows.

"An' now we're stuck." Daryl watched you with his arms crossed, wondering how you were going to get out of this place now there were walkers swarming the floor but you were too busy watching your two new buddies get torn apart.

When you weren't able to see them anymore you turned to the windows, prying them open. "Fuck, help me break these.." You were struggling to break the hinges, together tearing them off and letting the window fall open entirely.

"Come on, we can get onto the roof from here." Daryl only grunted as he watched you climb through the open window and following you as you hoisted yourself up onto the roof of the building.

"Yer fuckin' crazy, woman.." His words came out in huffs, breathing heavy as he laid on his back but you couldn't deny seeing the glint of a smile on his face. You smiled back at him ans went to sit down, right on top of his hips. "Oh now don't go saying you didn't have fun down there." You stuck out your tongue with a wide grin on your face, letting out a yelp as Daryl pulled you down for a hug and peppering kisses all over your face and laughing.

"I love ya, my lil' psycho."

[starrydixon]

Reality Check

*Requested from this ask :)*

Era: Post-Whisperers Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: None-Specified Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: mild language, anxiety, intense and scary situation, brief mention of blood and injuries, comfort-fluff

Summary: When you experience a close call with a walker while on a supply run with Daryl, the archer tries his best to comfort you.

“Do you think we’ll find anything?” You asked in a hushed tone as you and Daryl approached the almost completely ransacked and scavenged neighborhood that was only a few miles away from Alexandria. 

The suburban neighborhood, which looked almost exactly like the community you were currently occupied in, had been cleaned out by the old supply group of Alexandria long before you and the rest of your family had arrived. The place had practically become dormant up until now. With Alexandria now having to deal with the aftermath of The Whisperers, you and the rest of the community were desperate for supplies.

Although there was a rush of relief washing over you when The Whisperers had been defeated for once and for all, the aftermath of their stampede through Alexandria with their massive horde of walkers was distressing. It was a harrowing sight to see, once you returned. The safe haven you and the rest of the community had spent years building and growing was now completely destroyed and tainted. There was virtually nothing left, which meant you would have to start over…again.

“There’s gotta be at least somethin’ that was left behind.” Daryl grumbled as his alert eyes surveyed the surrounding area. The silence of the neighborhood was unsettling, and Daryl wasn’t going to take any chances with letting his guard down. 

With a quirk of your eyebrow, you hummed in agreement. “I’d even take back a pack of rusty nails at this point.”

Letting out a slightly amused scoff, Daryl turned to look at you. “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out.” You could feel a grin begin to stretch out across your face as Daryl averted his gaze from your face so he could survey the neighborhood again. With a nudge of his head, the archer motioned towards the closest house within your vicinity. “C’mon, let’s start here first.”

You weren’t sure what you were looking for exactly as you began to search through the abandoned houses. The possibility of finding a can of food was slim to zero, and you weren’t sure if a suburban neighborhood like this one would have any kind of survival materials; even before the apocalypse started. After going through the first few houses, you and Daryl had only managed to salvage a few items and some clothing for the children of Alexandria. 

“What are we doing?” You exasperated through a tired sigh while leaning against the wall in the kitchen of the latest house you were searching. One of your hands rose to your face so you could pinch the bridge of your nose. 

Daryl was busy pulling out different junk draws and stifling through them. Coming out empty handed, the archer shut the last drawer with an aggressive slam. Dark caramel bangs hung over his eyes as he leaned against the counter of the kitchen island. His back faced you, and you could see his head shaking ever so slightly. “I dunno.”

Pushing off the wall, you ventured towards Daryl and stood beside him. Your shoulder was pressed against his, and it sent a comforting warmth to spread throughout your body at the contact. Wordlessly, you both took a few moments to regroup. Your gaze fell out the window that was behind the sink. There wasn’t much to look at outside; it was a gloomy day with gray clouds covering every inch of the sky and blocking the sun from shining its light on you. In the corner, you noticed an overgrown plant tapping quietly against the dingy glass.

“Let’s look at one more—the big one on the corner—‘fore lookin’ somewhere else.” Daryl finalized as his eyes caught onto the rustling plant in the window.

“Alright—“ With another sigh escaping past your lips, you pushed yourself from the granite countertop. “Let’s go.”

Following behind Daryl, you gripped the machete in your hand. Daryl’s crossbow was held up to his eye level as he surveyed the property with his sharp hunter eyes. When you approached the front entrance of the two floor victorian styled home, Daryl used his elbow to knock on the door. Straining your ears, you both waited for any kind of disturbance to be heard. When nothing happened, you both ventured in. Using his hand, Daryl signaled you to check upstairs while he searched the downstairs. Making sure you had a firm grip on your weapon, you slowly crept towards the staircase.

Due to the neglect and overall age, each stair you stepped on felt rickety, and creaked at a pitch you were uncomfortable with. When you stepped on a particularly soft step, you feared you’d end up falling through the staircase. When you finally reached the top, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Rolling your shoulders to relieve some of the tension embedded in your muscles, you began to tiptoe down the hallway. You’d cautiously peek through each room as you passed them. If nothing caught your eye, you moved on.

The upstairs was eerily quiet; the only sounds that filled the empty passageway were your short and controlled breaths, and the creaks of the wooden floorboards. With adrenaline flowing through your veins, it made the blood pumping through you sound like gongs going off in your ears. As you ventured down the hallway, your eyes flitted over all the pictures that hung on the wall. Most of them were family pictures, or portraits of children who had gotten their yearly pictures taken at school. When your eyes fell on a group family picture, your stomach twisted and you had to look away. You were sure that was the family whose house you were currently looting and snooping through. 

The last room that had to be checked out was the master bedroom, which resided at the end of the hallway. Swallowing thickly, you readjusted the grip you had on your machete, again, and gently pressed your ear against the cold wooden door. Even after your knock against the door, there were no suspicious sounds coming from within. Moving inside, you looked around the trashed bedroom. There was nothing much to look at, just thrown mildewy clothes, and aged beauty and grooming supplies scattered across various dressers. Just as you were about to move on, a shut door, which you assumed was the bathroom, caught your eye. You hoped there were medical supplies in there, since the supplies you had back home were running out fast. With a clammy hand, you turned the knob.

Before you could even take a step into the bathroom, a growling walker lunged at you from out of nowhere; almost as if it had materialized out of thin air. Your breath got stuck in your throat as the walker came at you with impeccable speed. Until you could get at an advantage point, all you could do was stumble backwards as the snarling walker snapped its unhinged jaw and bared its rotten teeth in your face. Falling into the hallway, you pressed your arm against the walker’s throat to prolong its teeth from sinking into your flesh.

In a sheer panic, you blindly swung your machete at the walker with your free hand. With your flailing body and limbs, it was impossible to get a proper headshot. The best you could do was land a few slashes on the walker’s back and shoulders. The scent of your alive flesh motivated the corpse to keep charging towards you, hence making your weak attempts at slowing it down futile. Letting out a choked cry, your body slammed against the opposing wall in the hallway. With the impact of your body crashing against the wall, one of the framed pictures rattled off its hook and crashed down on your head. Sharp pieces of glass cascaded down your face, cutting your skin and making it seem like you were taking a stinging shower of splinters. Due to your tousle with the walker, the machete had been dropped from your hand.

“D-Daryl!” You fearfully choked out as all the air in your lungs felt like it had been knocked out of you.

“Y/N!?” Daryl shouted as he began to run towards the staircase. The closer he got, the louder your desperate cries and the snarls of the famished walker sounded. Explicits left Daryl's mouth as he ran as fast as he could to get to you.

Your arms shook as you struggled to keep the deadweight of the corpse from suffocating you completely.  It was then that you realized you wouldn’t be able to hold the walker back much longer. Your strength was dwindling fast, and you knew it was only a matter of seconds until your arms would completely give out. Feeling your sinuses swell in emotion, and eyes begin to sting with oncoming tears, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head as far away as you could from the salivating walker. Just before your arms had given out completely, you heard an arrow whizz through the air and puncture through the rotten skull of the walker with a sickening squelching sound.

Like a rock, the corpse dropped to the ground in front of you, collapsing in a heap by your blood stained boots. Your chest heaved heavy breathes as your wide and terror filled eyes stayed glued on the neutralized walker. Vaguely, you could hear Daryl calling out to you, but his voice sounded disoriented and indecipherable. It felt like your head was dunked underwater and the only thing you could hear were the muffled sound waves. 

"Hey—hey…Y/N, can ya hear me?" Daryl placed his hands on your shaking shoulders, his eyes darting over your body in search of any bites, scratches, or other injuries. The archer spotted the multiple cuts littering across your skin due to the smashed glass, and a gash on your hairline that was causing blood to fall down the side of your face. “You're alright...just-just snap out of it dammit." Daryl tried to comfort you as you stood in a traumatized stupor, but found himself growing frustrated with his inability to do so. Instead, he found himself growling at you. 

After giving your shoulders a firm squeeze, Daryl gently shook you; even though his capability of gentleness was slow and jolted movements. Feeling the jagged shakes of your body, you slowly felt yourself become less numb. Your vision refocused, and you could see Daryl’s worried face staring directly in front of you. Daryl ducked his head a little so he could be more eye level with you, and searched your eyes for any sign of awareness.

“That—that was too close.” You whispered in a wavering voice before struggling to swallow the lump that sat in your throat. At the sound of your regained consciousness, Daryl felt his shoulders drop in relief.

“You alright?” Daryl asked quietly, fearful to raise his voice any louder. He knew you weren’t okay, but thought he’d still ask.

“My head kinda hurts…but I think I’m okay?” You searched Daryl’s eyes as if the answer was somewhere in his uniquely colored irises. “Please tell me you found something, or this near-death experience was for nothing.”

Removing one hand from off your shoulders, Daryl rubbed the back of his neck. “I—uh—think I found a couple things worth takin’ back…” Trailing off, you watched as Daryl dug into his pants pocket and pull out a box. At first glance, it looked like a pack of cigarettes, but you quickly identified the generic brand for hardware nails. “They ain’t rusty, but I think they’ll do just fine”

At the sight, a smile began to break out on your face, and laughter erupted from out of your mouth. You weren’t sure if it was because the adrenaline was beginning to dwindle, or because of the near death you had just experienced, but your laughter began to turn into sobs. Tears streamed steady down your face, and you instinctively threw your arms around Daryl’s neck for support as your knees began to buckle from beneath you. For a moment, Daryl’s body was completely still as he felt your body tremble against his, and your salty tears seep through his cotton shirt. Dropping the pack of nails, Daryl practically engulfed your frame with his arms; holding you tight and making you feel protected.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Daryl murmured against the side of your head as he stroked your hair. “I ain’t gonna let nothin’ bad ever happen to ya.”

Whimpering, your arms tightened around him. “I don’t know what happened…it just—came right at me. I-I couldn’t even brace myself.” 

“Might be dumb as hell, but those bastards can be tricky sometimes.” Daryl drawled, making his distinct southern accent sound even thicker. 

“I just feel like a stupid rookie—making it this far in the apocalypse, taking down hundreds of walkers for over a decade, and then being taken out by one?” With scoff, you shook your head distastefully. “I’m so stupid.”

“Hey-“ Pulling away so he could cup both your cheeks with his hands, Daryl made sure he was looking into your glossy and sad eyes. “Sometimes we get a reality check, ’n it sucks, but it’s gonna make ya even stronger now.” With a shake of his head, a lopsided smile began to twitch at one corner of his mouth. “You were a force to be reckoned with before, now you’re gonna be unstoppable…feel sorry for the next unlucky sumbitch that gets in your way.”

You could feel your face begin to heat up, and fresh tears glaze over your eyes at Daryl’s endearing words of reassurance. With the sleeve of your shirt, you wiped at the wetness staining your cheeks. Unable to find your voice, and with your throat still feeling thick, you placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder for balance and rose to your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. The second he felt your soft lips press against his scruffy cheek, the archer felt the tips of his ears and the expanse of his chest flush pink. Shaking his head so his bangs covered the bashful expression on his face, Daryl cleared his throat and looked inside the bedroom you had previously been in.

“Ya find anythin’ in here?”

“I didn’t get a chance to look in the bathroom.” You admitted with a sheepish shrug of your shoulders. Nodding his head, Daryl turned from you and ventured inside. You followed after him with a ducked head. “I only went in there in hopes of finding some medical supplies…”

Pausing in front of the medicine cabinet that hung on the wall above the sink, and with his fingers resting on the metal knobs, Daryl looked at your dejected form through the mirror. “I know.” Pulling open the unsteady cabinet, Daryl’s hands searched through the outdated and expired medicine. From your visibility, you spotted a small first-aid kit, and a bottle of medical alcohol. “C’mere.”

With a thick gulp, you shuffled over to the archer who was busy pawing through the first-aid kit. “There's others back home that need that stuff more than me.” You pointed out as Daryl grabbed a few bandaids for the numerous cuts that were littered across your face. Turning to you with furrowed eyebrows, Daryl frowned down at you.

“Now you’re bein’ stupid.”

Huffing out a scoff, you leaned back against the bathroom sink and crossed your arms firmly over your chest. After spending years by Daryl’s side, you knew there was no point in arguing with him; he was too stubborn. Stepping in front of you, Daryl grabbed the black bandana from out of his back pocket and slowly rose it to the bloody gash on your forehead. As gently as he could, the archer removed as much blood from the surrounding area as he could. 

As Daryl tended to your wounds, with his face so close to yours and the tips of his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin, you found it difficult to breathe properly. There was so much concentration and concern on his face as he worked, and you could feel the care he had for you with each movement of his hands as he placed butterfly bandages on your various wounds. Whenever your eyes caught his, you could feel your face heat up. You prayed the dingy lighting prevented Daryl from noticing your flustered state. At one point, you swore you saw the archers fingers tremble due to the fear of inflicting further pain on you as he placed gauze on the big and sensitive laceration on your forehead.

“Thanks.” You murmured in a soft voice as Daryl finished with the last bandaid. 

“I ain’t done yet–you’re gonna need some stitches for that gash on your head.” With his finger, he pointed to the cut he was referring too. “I think I got some leftover stitchin’ stuff back at my place.”

“Well, I’m thanking you in advance.” Despite how physically and emotionally drained you were, you still managed to give Daryl a smile that never failed to make his heart feel like it would burst from his chest.

“Don’t gotta do that…it’s nothin’.” Unable to take a compliment, Daryl turned away from you and began to stuff the remaining medical supplies in his bag. With heart racing so fast, he wondered if you could hear it from where you stood so closely beside him.

“It’s not nothing, Daryl,” Placing a hand on his arm, you turned him so he was facing you again. When you were able to meet his ducked gaze, you placed a hand on his chest. “It means everything to me…you and all the things you do means a lot to me, actually.” 

You didn’t know where this sudden proclamation was coming from, you just knew it felt right…despite the intense circumstances that had taken place only moments ago. You supposed your near-fatal reality check was giving you the courage to finally tell Daryl only a fraction of the feelings you had spent nearly a decade harboring. The thought of having to continue living with whatever time you had left not at your fullest caused knots to tighten in your stomach. 

As your eyes flitted over Daryl’s face, you saw him swallow hard, clearly feeling the weight of your words. Slowly, the archer rested his hand over the hand you had rested on his chest. With a silent hitch of your breath, you swore he was about to remove your hand, and you could feel your heart beginning to break at the anticipation. However, when you felt his large hand press down, keeping you there, and his fingers curl around yours, you felt your muscles relax and your breathing return to normal.

“You’re actin’ like it’s a chore to have your back or to care about ya, and it ain’t. I just–don gotta think about it…never had to, really.”

For a moment, you shut your eyes as you felt Daryl sweep hair from out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. When you opened them again, you were instantly met with Daryl’s bright eyes searching your face. With a bashful stifle of a laugh, you raised your free hand to your face and brushed at your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt as if you were wiping away phantom tears. 

“I don’t think I wanna waste another second of whatever time I’ve got left…at this rate, there’s probably not much left.”

With a dismissive scoff, Daryl squeezed his hand around yours. “Don say stuff like that…I ain’t got any more inspirin’ words left to say.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the teasing lilt in his voice. You felt your hand press down on his chest for balance as your body leaned back with your laughs. Daryl could feel a rather boyish grin begin to stretch across his face due to the sight of seeing your once somber face become enriched with contagious light again. 

“Maybe when we get back home I’ll have more to say.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm–don’t really wanna mess up tellin’ ya how I feel ‘bout ya, either.”

With a grin so bright that Daryl was convinced could challenge and win against the sun, you enlaced your hand in his, and began to lead him out of the bathroom. 

“We should get going then.”

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A/N: This was so fun to write, as I’ve never written this much intensity and action before! I started to get a little carried away towards the end with the semi love confession, since I didn’t like my original ending, but I think it’s cute and works...right? Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!! <3

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close to home | chapter twenty seven

close to home | chapter twenty seven

plot: the reader throws herself into work to keep her grief at bay, and helps get everyone ready for their journey north

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,496 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, A/N: thank you for reading!!!

It had been two days since Beth’s death, and every day started out the same. You were okay when you woke up, then you remembered, and you wanted to cry. Then you were busy with the day and were able to get through it. Then, you lay down to sleep and remembered all over again and cried. Then it would repeat itself. 

You learned about Rick’s plans on going to Virginia for Beth, and you immediately agreed to it. You wanted to honor your little cousin in the only way you knew how. You wanted her death to mean something. If you got Noah back to his family, his home, then it would. 

But the group had things to do before the big move. You needed better transportation, and you needed supplies. So on the last day before you left, you were all busy getting ready. 

Two supply groups were formed and would head in opposite directions. You’d travel twenty-five miles, see what you could get, and then come back. You were all due before sunset, and if you weren’t back, the remaining group would come looking. 

You were with Michonne, Carol, Rick, and Daryl. Glenn, Maggie, Rosita, Sasha, and Tara would be the second group. Carl, Eugene, Tyreese, and Abraham would stay back at the campsite with Judith and Tora, and would wait. Rick wanted you to stay back, but you couldn’t. Besides, you were feeling better. Physically, at least. 

Your group took one of the cars, the other group took the other car, and the campsite group stayed with the truck. It would offer the most protection in case something happened. 

You were sitting in the backseat with Michonne and Carol and had been for a while now. The road was mostly clear, and after about fifteen minutes of Rick’s crazy driving, you approached a town. 

“I’m thinkin’ we divide into two groups. We need food, water, and gas. We need stuff for Judith, too.” Rick said as he parked the car. “We also need some cars. The van will hold a decent amount of us, but we’ll need two more cars. I don’t think this one is makin’ the trip, and I’d rather not get stuck on the road with it.”

You climbed out of the car, your hand gripping your machete as you spotted a lone walker. You waited a second before approaching it, taking it down quickly. The rest of the group was taking out some supplies the group had scavenged the past few days--which was nearly nothing, though Rosita scored big when she found some empty gas containers. 

“Michonne and I will look for food. You three try and get your hands on a car. Meet back here at midday, and we’ll reassess if we want to go back in for more.” Rick said. 

You all nodded and made the journey into the town. It mainly seemed deserted, with a few walkers here and there that were quickly taken out. Soon, Michonne and Rick bid their goodbyes, and the three of you were left to scavenge. 

Twenty minutes later, you were breathing deeply and covering the sore wound as Carol took the last walker down. It’d only taken a few minutes but it felt like more. 

“There’s gotta be keys inside the shop,” Carol said. “You two pick a car, and then we’ll try and figure it out from there. I’m going to try and siphon some gas. Hollar if you need help.”

The three of you split up as you searched the small car dealership. When you’d seen the logo of a common car manufacturer, you felt like it was a sign from God. The lot was pretty full, and most car dealerships had cars with full tanks. 

You returned to where most of the SUVs were, Daryl, walking slowly behind you and making sure nothing was around. Your gun was heavy and solid against your thigh, and you drummed your fingers against it a few times as you walked. 

Your eyes scanned the few remaining SUVs, and you smiled when you saw the biggest one. It was an old Acadia, and it reminded you of the one your mom used to drive. You walked up to the door, wiping dirt away with your hand and then wiping your hand on your pants. 

“This will hold seven of us. We got seventeen, including Judith….” You trailed off, checking to see if the door was unlocked. It was, and you stuck your head into the car. “Seems like it was pretty new.”

Daryl walked to the passenger side door and looked in the glove box and visors. A pair of keys fell out, and you smiled at Daryl. He handed them to you, and you started the car. It took a second, but it started, and you sighed with relief. 

“Tank is full, which is a relief. You might want to check the engine. It's been here since the start. Imma look for another seven-seater.”

Daryl nodded, “Shouting distance,”

You rolled your eyes but nodded before leaving. It was quiet, and the dealership seemed mostly untouched--which you were thankful for. You glanced back at Daryl, watching him sort through what was probably a dusty engine. You paused momentarily, watching the muscles in his arm contort as he looked through the machine. 

Shaking your head, you looked across the lot to Carol, who was siphoning the gas from a car. You then walked around, looking for another bigger car to hopefully get you all to Virginia. Unfortunately, the rest of the SUVs weren’t worth trying, so you helped Daryl get the car out of the spot and park it at the front of the lot. Carol met up with you with a full container of gas, and after setting it in the trunk, you drove the car off the lot. 

“Okay, so we got a car and some gas. We just need food and water. I think we should see if we can get some clothes. I’ve got blood on here that’s so old and stained that nothing gets it out.” You said as you drove. 

“There’s a Goodwill; looks like a coffee shop next to it,” Carol said, leaning into the front and pointing. 

“We should see if we could get Judith some clothes too. Maybe a car seat, too, if we could. I’m sure Rick would love that,” You said. 

After parking, Carol went to the coffee shop while you and Daryl checked out the front of the store. A few walkers dumped into the glass, and you and Daryl worked carefully to kill them. It wasn’t a very big store anyway. 

“Smells like shit in here,” You said, looking around the store. 

He snorted, “Ain’ like it always smells.”

You nodded in agreement and walked down the aisles of clothes. You started at the pants, grabbing a few pairs the group's women could use and stuffing them into a bag you’d found at the front of the shop. You weren’t sure what everyone’s sizes were, and everyone being nearly starved didn't help. You did your best to fill up some clean shirts, too, even a few sports bras you hoped would be good. 

You found a few things for yourself to change into, and after making sure Daryl was across the store, you quickly changed.

A few more minutes of searching later, you approached Daryl. He was grabbing a few plastic water containers in the kitchen area. “Here, I found these for you. Will these fit you?” You asked, showing him the clothes you’d found for him. 

“What?”

“You need new clothes. Those ones are disgusting. Go, try them on. I’m going to look for Judith. And don’t argue with me.”

You handed them over to him and went to the baby area without another word. You quickly grabbed a few onesies, shorts, and shirts that would fit her, with room to grow. You grabbed some socks and shoes that looked right. Unfortunately, there was no baby food, but this was something. You even found a car seat, and added it to the growing pile of supplies you made in the middle of the store. 

When Daryl met you, he had changed into newer clothes. They were just a pair of dark pants, a shirt he’d already torn the sleeves off, and his vest. But he looked better. 

“Did you grab some stuff for all the guys?” You asked. 

“Huh?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “We should grab some shirts for the guys. So they could change too.”

“I ain’ doin’ all that,”

You rolled your eyes and walked to the men’s section. It took about ten minutes for you to find stuff that would fit them all--since they were all different sizes. But you had enough shirts for them and wouldn’t even bother trying to guess pants sizes. At least all the women in the group were similar. And you had no idea how to look for men’s clothes. 

After adding them to the pile, you walked towards the employee door and slowly pushed through, checking the small break room before entering. There were some dusty tables and two vending machines in the back. You started laughing when you saw them. They were still nearly full. 

“Daryl!” You yelled, grabbing your machete. 

The door swung open after a few seconds, and he came in with his bow raised but lowered it when he saw your face. 

“Food,” You said, “Help me?”

Daryl looked at you, of course, unspoken on his lips. So he nodded and took the arrow out of the crossbow and then used the butt of it to break open the glass. 

“Careful,” He said quietly as you reached in, pulling out everything and shoving it into one of your bags. 

“Mhm,” You hummed, grabbing candy bars, bags of chips, pop-tarts, and granola bars. It wasn’t the healthiest of foods, but it was more than you had. You grabbed a blueberry pop-tart and ripped it open. It was stale when you took a bite, but you moaned at the taste anyway. “Oh my God,” 

Daryl shook his head in amusement as he busted the other vending machine and pulled out all the water bottles. 

“Here, eat,” You said, handing him the other pop-tart. He tried to refuse, but you forced it on him. “You gotta take care of yourself, too, Daryl. Hand me one of those sodas.”

“They probably taste like shit,” He said. 

You shrugged, taking the soda from him and sitting on one of the tables. A meal of stale pop-tarts and flat soda wasn’t what you had in mind today, but it was like finding a little slice of heaven in the hell you’ve been in. 

Once you finished your food and made Daryl drink, you went to grab the bags. The one with the water bottles was too heavy, and you barely lifted it off the ground. “Ugh,” You groaned. “You take this one.”

Daryl laughed quietly and you looked over at him. Hearing him laugh was a rarity and you loved when he did. 

“C’mon, Carol’s probably wonderin’ where we at,” He said. 

It took you two a good few minutes to load up all your supplies in the trunk, and you were sweating and aching when it was over. The truck was packed, and you tossed the car seat in the back. Before Daryl closed the trunk, you swiped a bag of chips. 

“It’s our reward for all the work we did,” You said, opening it up. Before you could even take a chip, Daryl swiped it from you and took some himself. “Asshole,” You said. 

He laughed again and handed the bag back to you after taking a few more. 

“Bags are mostly air anyway, so you owe me,” You said. 

“Let’s go check on Carol,” He said. 

You followed him as you ate handfuls at a time. You’d been starving since yesterday, and you couldn’t stop yourself from eating the shitty chips. 

The coffee shop was small, and Carol was inside. She’d found a decent amount of supplies in here. She’d found a few jugs of vegetable oil, cornmeal, and grains. An industrial size thing of oats. There were two can openers and some lighters. Nothing that you’d all be able to just open and eat, but it was better than nothing. 

“I found you some clothes,” You told Carol, grabbing some of the supplies. 

Carol smiled at you, “You’re my new favorite.”

***

By midday, you were waiting in the new car with all your supplies at the meeting point. Michonne and Rick weren’t back yet, but there was still time. You were sitting on top of the front of the car, leaning against the front window. Daryl had gone off into the woods to see if he could do some hunting for a few minutes. 

Carol was pacing back and forth on the road. 

“They’ll be back. It’s Rick and Michonne.” You said. 

Carol nodded, “Yeah, I know. I hope they found water.” 

You sat up and squinted in the sunlight. “We’ll figure it out if they didn’t.” 

Carol turned back at you. “You told Daryl.”

You knew exactly what she was talking about. “I needed to… needed to tell someone, you know?”

She nodded and crossed her arms. “I understand. I’m glad. He asked about it. It was nice talking to someone about it.” She admitted. 

You were about to lean back when you heard a car and watched as a car sped over the hill toward you. You didn’t need to even attempt to worry about who it was--Rick’s driving was a dead giveaway. 

The car slowed as they approached, and when Rick put it in park, they both got out. They looked like they had a bit of trouble but were okay. 

“How’d it go?” You asked them. 

“We found a small apartment building. Probably only ten units. Single floor.” Rick said, “We only cleared a room before heading back. There are probably two dozen or so walkers there. Where’s Daryl?”

“He went to see if he could catch anything. He’ll be back soon. He said he’d be gone for twenty.” Carol said. 

“Did you get stuff from the apartment?” You asked. 

Michonne nodded, “Yeah, they had a decent amount of food.” You knew exactly what that meant. Whoever it was, they killed themselves early on. 

You slide off the front of the car, ignoring the slight ache on your side. “So you wanna clear it?”

“I’d like to. We have the time. How did you guys do? I see you got a car.”

“We found a decent amount. Oh, I got some clean shirts. Michonne, even got some pants.” You said, “Not for you, Rick, sorry.”

“I’ll take a shirt. You won’t see me complaining,”

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

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

Warnings: Swearing, usual violence against zombies

Chapter: 3.01

You wipe the blood off your knife with an old cloth, then toss the fabric onto a table. You weren’t planning on staying in the abandoned house long—maybe a couple of days at most—before moving on. It was hard to keep track of time while living life out on the road and in constant fear of being in danger, but since Lori was nearing the end of her pregnancy, you’d say it had been at least seven or eight months since you left the farm. Jace had grown and become heavier in the last few months as well, which made carrying him in a sling a little more painful than before, but you had become used to the strain on your back.

Since you thought you’d lost him the night the farm was overrun, you hardly let Jace out of your sight. You didn’t like it when anyone else held him for too long, and at night you hardly slept, terrified another horde would come crashing through.

Walking into the living room, where the rest of your group sits in silence, you watch as Rick snatches a can of dog food Carl was about to eat into the fireplace.

You watch Daryl as he plucks feathers from a dead owl; the bird looks clean, which leads you to believe he hunted it himself. If it wasn’t for Daryl’s scavenging and hunting skills, your group would have starved a long time ago.

T-dog stands, motioning to the back door, “We gotta go, walkers.”

As quietly as they can, everyone grabs their belongings and makes their way back to the vehicles. Just as you climb into the back seat beside Carl, the walkers reach the house.

—

Some time later, the cars pull over on the side of a road surrounded by nothing but trees. When you step outside the car, your nephew immediately pulls the gun from its holsters, and holding it loosely in his hands, he begins to run towards Rick. It was one thing to run from walkers with a gun in your hand, but Carl was going to end up blowing his foot off if he wasn’t careful. His dad had warned him multiple times about doing it, but he was still just a kid.

“Carl, watch what you’re doing.”

He slows down and waves his hand. “Sorry, Aunt Lily.”

Lori shakes her head and slams down the boot of the trunk. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my son what to do.”

“He was running with a gun in his hands,” you snap.

Rick gives you a pleading look. You and Lori hardly spoke now, but when you did more often than not, it would end in a heated argument. Without even knowing all the facts, she blamed you for Shane’s death, and you were convinced that deep down Lori loved him and not Rick.

Most of your group gathers around the hood of the car furthest away from you while discussing where you would travel next. You need to find somewhere secure and fast before Lori goes into labor. Beth and Carl were keeping a lookout for walkers, which meant you had some privacy to stand up and feed Jace.

You had only found a small supply of baby food and formula milk, and with your own lack of food and water, your breast milk was starting to dry up.

Once Jace has finished feeding you, fix your bra and vest top before putting him back into the sling. You step out to join the others, and you notice Glenn nudging Daryl.

Daryl turns and calls out, “Going on a hunt with Rick; are you coming?”

“Sure.”

—

“Remind me again why you’re hunting with us.” Rick teases. “Mom couldn’t even get you to help pull the weeds in the garden.”

“Ain’t nobody dying from weeds in the garden. Besides, Daryl offers to teach me how to hunt.”

Daryl had been walking slightly ahead since you found the train tracks. When Jace makes a babbling sound, you brush his hair back and coo, “Shh, it’s okay.”

“You know, you could have left him back at the car with Lori.”

You glare at Rick. There was a risk of walkers hearing his cries no matter where you went, and truthfully, your son would be much safer with Rick and Daryl nearby.

You notice Daryl comes to a standstill; when you get closer, he points to a prison on the opposite side of a small river. He motions to the dead roaming the prison grounds and says, “That's a shame.”

“How many do you think there are?”

“Hard to say.”

You look up at Rick and ask, “Do you think we could clear it?”

Smiling, he nods. “You two stay here; I’m going to get the others.”

—

Using bolt cutters, Rick puts a hole in the prison fence big enough for everyone to squeeze through, then ties it together again with wires.

You make it to the gate leading into the prison yard. “Now what?”

Being attracted to the noise of people running, the walkers stared at the fences. Luckily, the metal fence was strong enough to keep them at bay. There were two different parts to the prison yard; one was a small grassy field and the other was on concrete ground. They were separated by another fence, but the gate between them was open, letting walkers roam between them.

“It’s perfect,” Rick says. “If we can shut that gate and prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. We’ll take the field by tonight.”

“So how do we shut the gate?” Hershel asks.

Glenn puts himself forward and says, “I’ll do it. You guys cover me.”

“No,” Maggie shakes her head, “it’s a suicide run.”

You pick up a long pole off the ground; one of the ends has already been sharpened into a weapon. Once you had a good grip on it, you slid it through the fence, stabbing a walker in the head and saying, “Not if we kill some of these bastards beforehand.”

Rick points further down the path that you’d just come up from. “Glenn, you, Maggie, and Beth, draw as many as you can over there. Pop ‘em through the fence. Daryl goes back to the other tower. Carol, you’ve become a pretty good shot. Just take your time; we don’t have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. I’ll run for the gate.”

“You can’t go alone; you need cover.”

Rick starts to protest, “You can’t—”

“You’re a mad man. Rick, I’m not going to let you do it alone. They’re too many of them.”

Hearing what you just said, Daryl backs up and says, “I’ll take the little man if you’re running. He’ll be safer on higher ground anyway.”

You kiss Jace on the head before handing him and the makeshift sling over to him. Once he’s got Jace securely in his arms, Daryl moves fast to get to his position in the tower.

You go and stand by the gate with Rick. “Are you ready?”

He lets out a chuckle. “No, but we need to be.”

Lori looks at you both but says nothing as she opens the gate, then closes it soon as you step over the threshold.

Most of the walkers are distracted by the sounds of gunshots or the noise further down the fence, but the once’s surrounding the next gate are coming towards you fast. You do your best to kill as many as you can by using the pipe as a weapon rather than wasting ammo, but when too many start to surround you, you and Rick both begin to shoot at them.

You mercilessly managed to hold the walkers back while Rick managed to close the next gate, sealing off the yard.

He grabs your wrist, pulls you into the guard tower with him, and slams the door shut. When you reach the top, you smile, seeing that most of the walkers have already gone down.

—

You sit cross-legged on a flipped-over prison van, keeping an eye leading up the path to the first gate leading into the yard, while softly singing to Jace, who was falling asleep in your arms. It had been a long time since your group had so much space to roam freely and eat a decent amount of food. Since there was actually time to cook over a campfire, Hershel made a meal out of a few different tins from his backpack. It still wasn’t a lot between eleven people, but it was the most you had in weeks.

“I can take over if you want,” Daryl says, climbing up.

It was late; Carl and T-dog had already fallen asleep, and the last you wanted was them waking up to Jace screaming beside them again. So you think it was better if you kept a little distance. “I’m good, thanks.”

“The food disappears fast around here; I guess little Shane over there has quite the appetite.”

You swat at his arm. “Don’t be mean.”

Daryl raises his brows and says, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Did Rick tell you?”

“Pfft, I have eyes and ears.”

You sigh. Daryl was very perceptive and noticed things maybe the others hadn’t, or simply chose to ignore. “My brother, he’s strong, but I know it’s killing him.”

“What about you? It can’t be easy seeing her every day.”

His question throws you slightly. Shane’s gone, and Lori’s going to spend the rest of her life carrying around this secret, with everyone silently judging her and to you that felt punishment enough. “I’ve made my peace with it; the only thing I care about now is making sure the kids never find out.”

He gives you a doubtful look.

Rick was a good man; he didn’t even know if the baby was his, but he was still doing his best to find a safe place for the kid and Lori to live. “Besides, the only thing killing me right now is my back,” you joke, attempting to lighten the mood.

“What’s wrong with it?"

“Nothing except carrying around tiny humans all day, which apparently isn’t shoulder blade friendly.”

He snorts out a laugh. “This little dude? Never.”

Using your free hand, you cover your mouth to hold back a giggle as Daryl begins to massage your back, making you blush like a schoolgirl.

—

In the morning, Rick, T-dog, Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn moved in to clear the next part of the lesion yard.

You hand Jace to Carl and say, “Take him and go stand further back from the fence, okay? And if anything happens, you run straight into one of the guard towers and lock the door.”

He nods, “Yes, ma’am.”

You laugh at his choice of words and ruffle his hair before turning your attention back to the fence. You begin to rattle the fence to draw walkers close enough to stab them in the head.

Some of the walkers were former prison officers, which made them harder to kill since they still had their riot gear on, but Maggie was managing to pull their helmets back and stab them from underneath the chin.

“Shit!”

You rush over to T-dog and stab the walker who got ahold of his weapon in the eye. He pats you on the shoulder before resuming to kill walkers.

“Where did they go?” Lori says.

You shoot your head up and notice they are gone. “They must have gone inside.”

—

After what feels like hours, your brother reappears and leads you all inside to cell block C.

Each cell had bunk beds, and even though there was plenty of space, it was advised to bunk up with someone for safety purposes. Everyone, aside from Daryl, who had decided to sleep on top of the staircase leading to the next level up.

You notice Carl carrying an armful of mattresses down the stairs and into the cell you were going to sleep in. “What’s going on, munchkin?”

He drops some onto the ground, saying, “These are for Jace, and the others are for my mom.”

Lori would definitely need the extra comfort once she gave birth. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

He shrugs, “It was Daryl’s idea.”

You look up at the doorway and see the man in question standing there. He shrugs. “I just thought since the cell doors can still close over the mattresses, Jace would be able to crawl around on the floor without bumping his head on shit.”

“Thanks; I never would have thought of that.”

Once the mattresses are on the ground, you let Jace down and smile, watching as he looks around the cell, curious.

—

Anxiously, you pace back and forth, waiting for the rest of your group to return to cell block C. Your brother was leading a part of your group that had split off to search the rest of the prison, clearing out any walkers that they came across. Hopefully they would find some food, ammo, and medicine.

“Lily?”

Instinctively, you roll your eyes upon hearing Lori call your name. Jace looks peaceful sleeping; you would feel guilty waking him. “Carol, do you mind watching him for a minute?”

“Sure,” she smiles.

You walk into the cell Lori is sleeping in and are surprised to see how scared she looks as she rubs at her bump. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask you for any favors."

“That’s an understatement.”

“I haven’t felt the baby move in days, which means I could have lost it.”

You sit down beside her on the bed, now understanding why she was so scared. “How long has it been?”

“A few days,” she answers plainly.

You swallow thickly, not really knowing what to say. “There’s maybe nothing wrong; hell, I didn’t even feel Jace until he came out.”

She scoffs. “I’m being serious, Lily; if I turn, I need you to put me down. Not Rick, not Carl. It would destroy them.”

“It won’t come to that.”

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I know it, okay? This pregnancy isn’t the same as my last one; I know something is wrong. And if me and this baby are dead, just promise me you’ll do what needs to be done. Don’t let my boy see me as one of those things.”

“I—I—”

“Please, I am begging you.”

You attempt to comfort Lori by squeezing her hand. “I promise, if it comes to it, I’ll pull the trigger.”

[reevesdriver]

Polaroids: Part 2

Summary: Negan takes a liking to you after finding Daryls wallet containing nude polaroids.

Word count: 2551

Character(s): Negan

Reader: Female Reader

Warning(s): None / 🌕🌑 

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A few weeks had passed since that day in your home and Negan had turned up three more times but every time you’d managed to avoid him like the plague. You always made sure to stay out of the way, even going as far as walking to the opposite end of Alexandria and hiding behind one of the houses or ‘suddenly’ needing to go on a run for some urgent things.

Rick and Daryl had noticed the shift in your behaviour and did anything they could to help you avoid Negan despite not knowing what really happened between the pair of you. Today was no exception, Negan was due and Daryl decided to take you out on a run for supplies so you didn’t have to see him.

You travelled further then you needed to but Daryl insisted on widening your search into uncharted territory just incase you happened to hit a gold mine of supplies that you could scavenge. Pulling outside a row of stores you climbed out of the car after scanning your surroundings for any walkers or people and grabbed your gun and knife from the footwell and your bag from the back seat.

“Looks like we still have a few hours of daylight left, might as well take our time before we need to go back.” Daryl said as he followed you to the front of the first store in the line.

Peeking through the window you could see that it was a clothes shop that had barely been looted. “I’m gonna head in here first, need some more clothes and might as well get what I can for the rest of the group. I know the world has ended but I’m sick of wearing the same clothes everyday.” You say and Daryl nods.

“I’ll check next door. Shout if you need me.” He says and walks to the Pharmacy next-door. Pushing the door open you step inside the store and hiss when the bell above the door rings, keeping still you wait for a few seconds until you decide that there is no threat and holster your weapon. Scanning the nearby racks you grab a few t-shirts and tank tops for yourself since the weather was beginning to get warmer and stuff them into your bag.

Moving through the store you filled your bag with clothes you needed until finally you reached the lingerie section. You grabbed a few new bras in your size that were most comfortable fit and then stepped to the underwear and checked through the different types. Picking up a pack of thongs you chuckled to yourself trying to remember the last time you ever actually wore a pair.

“You finished in here yet?” Daryl speaks making you jump.

“Yeah, just need to grab some clothes for the people back home and then I'm done in here.” You say shoving a few pairs of different underwear unto your bag and zipping it up. Grabbing a few bags from behind the counter you and Daryl hastily shoved some clothes of different sizes into the bags and loaded them into the boot of the car next to a bag that Daryl had filled with some medical supplies from the Pharmacy.

“We should search that grocery store, there should be a lot of food left if the rest of these stores have been untouched.” Approaching the store you both check around to make sure that you’re still alone before entering. You cover your nose and mouth as the smell of rotten food hits you. “Guess there won't be any fresh food.” You say and Daryl hums. “Don’t think anywhere has fresh food anymore, gotta grow it ourselves.” He adds.

The shelves are mostly full of foods, you can tell that some people were clearly panic buying when the first broadcast came through about the outbreak but there was still a lot of things remaining. When you finished filling your bag you sat on the edge of the counter, swinging your legs and picking at a tare in your jeans as you watch Daryl stuffing tins of food into a bag.

Standing up Daryl kicks the bag over to yours and moves to stand between your legs, instantly you wrap your arms around his neck as your lips meet and his hands rest on your waist. Pulling away from your lips Daryl sighs and rests his forehead against yours. “Me n’ Rick are worried about you. You’ve been different ever since Negan came to see you. What happened?.”

“Daryl.” You sigh. “He was the one who found your wallet, and like anyone would do he looked inside and found the polaroids. He didn’t know it was yours but recognised me so wanted to tell me that I was lucky it was him who found it and nobody else. Then he left.”

“You sure that’s all that happened?”

“Daryl please I-shit.” You cut yourself off when you notice a few stray walkers coming into the store. Daryl steps back and grabs his crossbow raising it ready to shoot but you stop him after noticing that it was a huge crowd instead of a few strays.

“Don’t waste your ammo, we need to get upstairs before they see us.” Grabbing Daryl's bag you throw it to him and grab your own as you both run to the back of the store and through the stairway door. Running up the stairs behind Daryl you managed to avoid tripping up as you burst through the door to what appeared to be an office.

Without saying a word you and Daryl worked in unison to barricade the door with the heaviest pieces of furniture that you could move as well as sliding the flimsy and useless chain across to keep it in place.

“We should be safe up here for a few hours until they move out of the store, then we can make a run for the car and get out of here.” You say gazing through a slit in the blinds at the crowd of walkers that were pacing around on the street outside. Daryl had his ear pressed to the barricaded door. “They didn’t see us, can’t hear em coming upstairs so we’re good.”

You step away from the window and look around the room to make sure that there was one door in and out. It was only a small office, there was a desk in the centre of the room that had now been shoved against the door with a chair and a filing cabinet, and a couch that you had been unable to move pushes against one of the walls.

Daryl walks to the couch and throws himself down on it and you join him sitting by his side. As the sun faded and the moon rose the sound of groaning walkers in the store below and on the street didn’t diminish. You both took it in shifts during the night keeping watch whilst the other slept but as you try tried to figure out an escape route Negan was pacing back and forth in his bedroom at the Sanctuary.

The leader of the saviours was livid. It had been weeks since he had seen you and every single time he went to Alexandria you were either nowhere to be found or out on a run with your fuck-buddy Daryl. Negan hadn’t been able to sleep properly since your last encounter and the lewd photos he had tucked away in the top drawer of his bedside table did nothing to ease the sickly feeling of not seeing you.

Countless times he’d stormed away from Alexandria just to return to his bed and angrily fist his cock whilst looking at the polaroids he’d taken of you and more than once he’d pretended that it was you he was balls deep in instead of his wives. You were the only thing on his mind 24/7, even fighting walkers had taken a back seat as a few times he’s been distracted and almost bit before one of his men stepped in.

Negan decided whilst in bed that night that he was going to see you tomorrow regardless of whether you wanted him to or not, and if you were on a run then he would simply wait until you got back. You were done avoiding him.

You woke, slumped against the wall as your forehead burnt from the sun that was shining through the window down at you, jumping up you look to the couch to see Daryl led on his side and snoring. Peeking through the curtain of the window you see that the street is empty and you can no longer hear the sounds of groaning from multiple walkers.

“Daryl come on.” You tap his shoulder and he jolts awake. “I can’t hear them anymore we need to leave.”

He nods and forces himself off the hard couch. You both work to move the furniture from in front of the door and grab your bags throwing them over your shoulders. Making a quick break through the store Daryl slips in a pile of blood and lands awkwardly on his arm making him swear in pain and draw a few walkers over “Leave the bags we can come back for them.” You shout grabbing him by his uninjured arm, Daryl stands and drops the bag from his throbbing shoulder and takes his knife out stabbing a nearing walker in the eye as you reach the car. You open the door for him and Daryl quickly climbs in and watches as you take down another walker and get into the drivers side.

Starting the engine you waste no time in pealing out of there and as you look through your rearview mirror you see a crowd of walkers leaving the stores and walking in your direction. The crowd fades as you change gear and speed up back down the long road to your compound.

“Thanks for helping me.” He nervously chews on one of his nails.

“I wouldn’t just leave you Daryl. I’m not a monster.”

Driving up to Alexandria the gates are opened for you and it takes a second or so before you see a familiar truck parked near the entrance. Under the midday sun you can see Negan leaning against the truck with his arms crossed as he speaks to Rick but soon his attention is pulled away as you and Daryl pull into the compound and park.

“You alright?” Daryl asks, noticing how you frowned when you saw Negan.

Nodding your head you reply. “Yeah I’m fine. How’s your arm?”

“Hurtin’, think I’ve got some spare painkillers.”He replies climbing out of the car, as Rick approaches the two of you his face drops slightly when he sees Daryl wincing and the pair of you sprayed with blood. “What happened?” He asks.

“Store we were at got overrun with walkers, we had to stay there until the crowd thinned down enough for us to make a run to the car.” Daryl responded. “Killed a couple on the way out but managed to bust my arm up real good.

You grabbed your bag from the back seat of the car and throw it over your shoulder. “We got some bags in the back full of clothes and medical supplies, only as much as we could fill up but we dropped the bags of food we had trying to get out.”

“We’ll sort that out later, I’m glad to have you both back in one piece.”

“Why’s he here?” You ask as Negan begins to approach.

“What, am I not allowed to drop in and see my favourite group?” He says with his token smirk. “Ya’ll intrigue me so I’ve come to watch how you work. My men could do with a few tips and I wanna help them with that.”

“Fantastic.” You mumble. Rick and Carl work to unload the boot of the car whilst Daryl returns to his home to deal with his arm and you turn to head to your house so you can unpack your bag.

Unfortunately for you the sound of another set of footsteps behind you put you on edge, turning round when you get to your front door your suspicions are confirmed when Negan walks up to the porch behind you. “You been avoiding me Princess?” He speaks but you still don’t acknowledge him . “Oh come on now don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy.”

“Sorry Y/N.” Rick interrupts as he joins you and Negan at your front door. “I know you’ve just got back but I wanna gonna go over the routes for the runs tomorrow, can you show me where you went yesterday.” Rick says shifting nervously as he avoids Negans glare.

“Sure, come in.” You walk through the door and hold it open so Rick and Negan can walk in, shutting it behind the leader of the Saviours you take your shoes off and walk to the living room.

Dropping your bag to the floor you remove the map from one of the side pockets and work on unfolding it on the coffee table as Rick and Negan take a seat on your couch in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see Negan sitting in the same spot as last time, catching his eyes Negan winks at you as he places hit bat next to him.

Your map had been marked with multiple different coloured dots indications places searched and areas to stay away from. Tracing your finger from the green dot that marked Alexandria you followed the route that you took trying to remember any turns along the way until you reach an unmarked cluster of stores on the map.

Adding a red dot to the map you speak. “I think it’s around about here, I’ll recognise the route once I’m out on the road. The herd should have moved on by now so I'll be able to go back there in the morning and retrieve the bags we dropped and maybe pack a few more too if I get chance.”

“Y/N you barely got out and Daryl busted his arm.”

“We need the supplies Rick. It would be better for us to completely gut the place before anyone else finds it, the rest of you can go out as a group to a different location and I’ll go back to those stores since I know the layout. The less people that go the more bags I can fill and put in my car.”

“I’ll go with you.” Negan adds with a stern face making you and Rick look at him. “Can't be sending people out on their own, especially the valuable ones.”

“You alright with that Y/N?” Rick asks still unsure of Negan intentions but not wanting to upset him.

“Yeah, better having backup just incase it goes sour.”

Standing up from the couch Negan makes you jump as he claps his hands together. “Well alrighty then. I better go back and tell my men so they don’t come stormin’ this place. I’ll see you tomorrow morning doll.” He smiles and winks at you again. Rick escorts Negan out of your house and as you peer through your curtains you watch as he drives off.

Tagged: @toxic-ink​

[maddiehu7]

Apocalyptic | Daryl Dixon |

Chapter 1

I'm laying in ricks room trying to take a nap when I hear the door slam open I immediately jump up grabbing my gun from under my pillow pointing it towards the open door

"Lori!" I hear someone shout it sounds familiar I walk out quietly hiding behind a wall

"Carl!" I hear someone shout again....rick? No it can't be I think to myself starting to tear up at the possibility when I hear the footsteps get closer I put my guard back up and swiftly move out from behind the wall pointing my gun straight ahead

"Alex..." I see no other than my brother standing in a open gown with bandages around his stomach, holy shit

"Rick...Rick!" I drop my gun running to hug him

"Oh thank god your ok" he says beginning to cry hugging me harder than ever

"Me, thank god your ok I've been here waiting for you for months" I say also crying pulling back to cup his face seeing it's really him we both smile

"What's happening...where's Carl and Lori" he says sniffling

"Well it's kinda hard to explain the dead have rose basically and Lori and Carl went with Shane I stayed back knowing if you woke you'd come here" I say still smiling at him wiping his tears away

"We-we gotta find them" he say worriedly

"I know I know and we will ok?" I say holding his shoulders looking him in the eyes he nods back at me hugging me one more time

"Let me just pack up and we'll go" I say eager to find my nephew but not knowing if I'm prepared to go out into the world I barely can fight off the stragglers that come through here or come out when I scavenge and I definitely don't have enough rations for two people let alone medical supplies for Rick

"Shit" I sigh out but pack what I have and put my gun in the back of my jeans, when I hear something from outside

"Daddy! Daddy! I got the sumbitch I'm gonna smack him dead" I hear the last part and run out seeing Rick on the ground a kid with a shovel standing over him

"Hey what the hell!" I yell pulling my gun out but not aiming at the kid he looks at me confused to see another person when I'm assuming to be his dad comes over shooting a walker in the head running over seeing me

"Hey who the hell are you?" He questions putting his kid behind him

"I live here who the hell are you and why'd your kid hit my brother" I say on guard

"Your brother" he says looking over at Rick seeing he's not a walker

"Shit look we're sorry ok Duane say your sorry" he says looking towards his kid, backing up from my brother I run over kneeling down seeing if he's ok

"I'm-I'm sorry" the kid stutters out

"Hey Rick you good?" I say grabbing his face looking in his eyes he just mumbles at me when I hear a gun cock behind me, fuck

"What's his wound" the older man says I look back at him

"He was in the hospital in a coma, he got shot" I say putting my hands up trying to diffuse the situation

"And you how come I've never seen you here when we've been here this whole time" he says shaking slightly

"What can i say I keep to myself" I say a little angrily I look back at my brother to see him passed out

"Fuck, you guys live around here right? Can you help him...please" I add looking at Rick passed out, the man comes over and looks at him for a second before dropping the gun

"Fine come on" he says motioning to help him with Rick so I do lifting him slinging his arm over my shoulder groaning

"This way, Duane lead the way" the man huffs out the kid looks at me suspiciously but leads us to there house regardless. When we get there we set Rick on the bed to rest I roll my shoulders sore from carrying him

"I never got your name" the man sighs out motioning me to follow him to the kitchen

"Alexis" I say hesitantly

"Morgan and this is my son Duane" he says pointing his finger towards the kid from earlier sitting down at the table

"Thanks...for uh taking us in" I say smiling half assed at Morgan he just nods back

~~~time skip~~~

It's been a couple hours I've been checking on Rick on and off and so has Morgan cleaning his wound, I explained to Morgan the past few months and our plan to find our family he didn't say much in return

"Dinner" Morgan says to me and Duane we both get up and head to the table sitting down when my brother comes out

"Hey Rick you ok?" I question going to help him walk but he waves his hand for me to stay seated so I lower myself back on the seat waiting for him to talk

"Yeah I'm ok...thank you..." he says waiting for them to say there names

"Morgan and Duane" Morgan says sitting down also

"You shot that man today" Rick sighs out how confused he must be I think sadly

"It wasn't no man" Duane says defensively

"What the hell was that out your mouth just now?" Morgan says looking at the kid I smile lowly at the father son relationship

"It wasn't a man" he corrects himself

"You shot him in the street out front- a man" ricks says getting more aggravated

"Rick it wasn't a man ok it was a walker member I told you dead rose, video game style" I say looking up at him sorry to break the bad news

"She's right, now come on sit down before you fall down" Morgan says pointing towards the chair next to me I smile a little at his words Rick complies sitting down Morgan serving us some food I go to eat not having a hot meal in forever when they hold hands to pray Morgan reaching his hand to me

"Oh ok" I say quietly going along with it even though I was never religious and definitely now more than ever isn’t

"Lord we thank you for this food, thy blessings, and we ask you to watch over us in these crazy days amen" Morgan says looking up at me and Rick

"Amen" Duane says, I go to eat almost moaning at the feel of food in my mouth Rick smiling smally at me. After dinner we all sit in one of the bedrooms relaxing when we hear a car going off I'm immediately on guard looking at the window and I'm not the only one as Duane freaks out a little

"It's nothing one of them must've bumped a car" Morgan reassures the kid

"You sure?" rick asks I look at Morgan wondering the same thing

"It happened once before, it went on for a few minutes...get the light Duane" Morgan says me, Rick and him going to look out the window

"It's the blue one down the street, the same one as last time, I think we're ok" Morgan says me and Rick looking out the window carefully, damn there's a lot out there tonight I think to myself

"That noise won't it bring more of them?" Rick questions

"Nothing we can do about it now just have to wait them out till morning" I say sighing noticing Duane come in the room and peak out the window

"She's here” he says gasping I look at him confused

"don't look. Get away from the windows....i said go, go on" Morgan says when he won't leave, I look out to see a woman walking towards the house, what the hell? Duane goes in the other room crying

"Duane, Duane quiet now come on" Morgan goes over and hugs him trying to keep him quiet that must be someone important I think sadly looking at them, me and Rick go and sit back down as the door knob rattles

“She uh…she died in the other room on that bed, there was nothing I-i could do about it, that fever man her skin gave off a heat like a furnace, I should’ve-I should’ve put her down man I should’ve put her down I know that but I- you know I just didn’t have it in me she’s the mother of my child” Morgan says crying silently I almost tear up at the sadness of it

“I’m so sorry Morgan” I say truthfully looking at Duane he just smiles smally through his tears

(To be continued) let me know if you liked it!and yes Daryl will come in soon lol

[fivepebbles]

fair enough. i guess i'll just go ask Moth to hand me some more again. gotta refuel the supply before another scavenger-induced singularity bomb accident happens thank you anyways though -NPR, again

"another scavenger-induced singularity bomb accident"

ANOTHER?!?!?!? HOW MANY HAVE THERE BEEN?!?!?!

[lilyoffandoms]

WtD Drabble - Troy x Saeed

Warnings & A/N: nothing that’s not canon compliant. Needed a warm up this morning and since I got them on my mind, I might as well. I just hc Saeed feels it’s his place to go on these scavenging forays and Troy doesn’t really care for that idea.

He was exhausted. All he wanted was to climb into bed. He looked at the others from the party. They had made it out with only a few scrapes and bruises, and one broken arm.

“Jacob, go get that arm bandaged. Shannon should be in the infirmary waiting,” Saeed nodded at the man with his arm in a sling. “You two help him down there and be sure to get those scratches cleaned out. The rest of you, clean up and get some sleep.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” a few mumbled as they shuffled away.

Saeed put his weapons on the armory counter where the others had stacked those they had checked out.

“Got them all checked in?” he asked the woman behind the counter who was logging weapons back in.

“Yes, and I see you broke another bowstring?”

“No, just frayed. If it had snapped entirely you’d not have a bow to log back in and I’d have lost an eye.”

“Still broke it,” she smiled in challenge.

“It was close to fraying and you know it, Sal,” he smiled tiredly. “Plus, we found some new ones in that warehouse. Must have been heading to a hunting supply store or something.”

Her eyes lit up. “And bullets?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Knives?”

He nodded again.

“Guns?” she asked hopefully.

“I’ll let you see for yourself when they get the vans unloaded.”

“It’s like Christmas come early,” she grinned, giddy with excitement.

“Don’t know what that is, but if that entails staying up all night categorizing and logging in new weapons, then yes, just like Christmas.”

She shook her head at him with a smile and got to work opening boxes that were plopped down on the table beside her. Saeed leaned against the wall as he waited for the unloading team to finish bringing the supplies through.

He felt himself slumping a bit as his eyes dragged closed and his breathing slowed, only to jerk awake when someone bumped him.

“I know our mattress isn’t all that comfortable but it’s gotta be be better than the wall?” Troy teased him with another bump to his shoulder.

Saeed gave a tired smile as he glanced at the crew still unloading, closed his eyes again, and shook his head grinning, “Depends on what I’m doing against the wall.”

“Taking a page out of my book with that one, I see,” Troy laughed before turning more serious. “Everyone get back safely?”

“We all made it back nibble free,” Saeed nodded, eyes still closed.

“Come on let’s get you to bed.”

“They should be done in the next ten. I’ll sleep when the job’s done.”

“Your job is done, Saeed,” Troy whispered casting a worried look over him.

“Saeed?” Sal interrupted. “I’m going to need that armor, dear.”

“Oh, shit! I forgot. Sorry, Sal,” he said as he slid clumsily out of the armor.

Troy steadied him as he stumbled tiredly through the task.

“Here,” Saeed said when he finally passed the gear over to her.

“Get him to bed,” she said to Troy.

“That’s the plan,” he said but paused when the stench of death and putrefied guts hit his nose. “Well, maybe a shower and then bed.”

“What? You don’t like this new cologne I’m trying?” Saeed teased, waving to Sal and saying good night to the others as he let Troy lead him to the bathing room they had set up outside.

“Strip,” Troy said as he left Saeed grab water.

Saeed did as told, too tired to protest. His muscles screaming with each movement.

“Got the water-“ Troy let his sentence trail off.

Saeed followed Troy’s line of sight to the large bruise forming on his thigh. He met Troy’s wide eyes and shrugged.

“I thought you said everyone got back safely?” Troy scolded as he reached out to gingerly touch the angry bruise.

“We did,” Saeed hissed at the touch.

“This doesn’t look like you were safe.”

“Safer than a bite,” Saeed said nonchalantly.

“Saeed,” Troy sighed.

“I got slammed into a crate by a drone. It’s dead. I’m not. I’m fine,” he waved him off.

“Saeed.”

He earned another sigh. “Troy, can we not do this now? I’m tired. I stink. I’m sore. And I just want to go to bed.”

“Okay,” Troy relented and turned Saeed to face the shower stall. “But we are going to-“

“Yep. You can yell at me tomorrow,” Saeed chuckled as he stepped inside and yelped as he splashed the cold water over himself. “This is fucking cold.”

“When is it not? Plus, it will help with the muscle aches and that bruise.”

Ten minutes later they were in their room with a fire going in the hearth, snuggled on their bed. Troy watched as Saeed snuggled beneath the covers and then into him and closed his eyes.

He wished he’d stop going out on these missions. This one had been a week long foray. He hated waiting, wondering. Wondering if he’d come back to him. Wondering if he had died out there. Always wondering. Always worrying.

He brushed a stray hair off of Saeed’s cheek.

“I’m fine,” Saeed smiled.

“I wish you would-“

“Hey, did the crew bring my pack up?” Saeed interrupted, not wanting to have the conversation again.

“Um,” Troy looked around and spotted the backpack by the door. “Yeah.”

“There’s something in it for you,” Saeed mumbled as sleep began to overtake him.

“You can give it to me tomorrow,” Troy smiled into a kiss placed on Saeed’s temple. “After I finish yelling at you,” he whispered.

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[queenofcats17]

17 forrrrr sammy x wally?

Oh, I think I have the perfect idea for this~

17. …to distract.

.

Of all the people Sammy had to be stuck in this godforsaken inky hellhole with it just had to be Wally Franks, didn't it?

Contrary to popular belief, Sammy didn't hate Wally, even if he did find the janitor incredibly frustrating at times. While the studio had been running, Wally's presence had been a relatively familiar and comforting one. However, in this new and strange inky world, loud was the last thing you wanted to be. And loud was exactly what Wally was. Sammy had lost count of how many times he'd had to shush the former janitor to keep him from giving away their position to any enemy.

Currently, the two of them were scavenging for supplies in the Heavenly Toys area, which meant Sammy was especially on edge for fear the Ink Demon might suddenly appear. Not to mention they were venturing awfully close to "Alice's" territory, and Sammy knew she would jump at the chance to get her hands on the hearts of two almost perfect looking toons.

"You gotta relax, Sammy!" Wally said as he dug through the piles of plushes, searching for some bacon soup cans. "You're gonna give yourself a heart attack worrying so much!" He paused, frowning slightly. "Can toons even get heart attacks?"

"I would rather not find out," Sammy replied, glancing over his shoulder back at the doorway. "And I worry exactly the right amount for the situation! Our lives are at stake, Wally!"

Wally let out a small sigh. "Alright, yeah, you're right, but you gotta let yourself live a little too! You can't just run on survival forever!"

"I would much rather allow myself to live a little in the safety of the safe house," Sammy grumbled, folding his arms.

"Come ooon!" Wally held up a Boris plush. "Don't you wanna hug one? Just one?"

Sammy paused, scrutinizing the plush. He had been about to say no outright, but it would be nice to hug something something... Did he really want to hug Boris though? But then again, both Bendy and Alice now conjured up bad memories. Boris was the only character who was, for the most part, untainted in his mind. Boris just reminded him of Wally now.

He was wrenched from this thought process, though, by a horrifyingly familiar sound.

The sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Sammy's head immediately snapped in the direction of the doorway where he could see the familiar ink veins creeping closer. Oh God... There were no Miracle Stations nearby. Nowhere for them to hide. Nowhere except one of the back aisles.

He immediately grabbed Wally by his overalls, hauling him into the back aisle, far back enough that the Ink Demon wouldn't see them if he entered the room.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Wally demanded. "Don't go manhandling me like that!"

"Wally, I need you to shut up," Sammy hissed as the heartbeat sound grew louder.

"Wha-? Why?"

Couldn't Wally hear that sound?!

"Wally, please, I need you to just be quiet," Sammy begged.

The ink veins were creeping into the room. They were almost out of time.

"Is something comin' or someth-" Wally was cut off as Sammy pressed him against the wall and slammed their lips together, silencing the former janitor.

For a moment, Wally was stunned, too surprised to even move. Then, he leaned into it, wrapping his arms around Sammy.

Sammy didn't pull away until the pounding of the heartbeat in his ears was gone, and he could no longer see the ink veins on the walls.

"I'm...sorry about that," he said, a bit out of breath as he removed himself from Wally.

"Why're you sorry?" Wally asked. "That was great!" His tail was wagging more vigorously than Sammy had ever seen it wag before.

Sammy blinked, then sighed. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it at least. I was sure we were going to die there."

"I can think of worse ways to go out," Wally said with a grin.

Sammy rolled his eyes with exasperated fondness. "Let's head back to the house, alright? I think that's enough scavenging for the day."

"Can I get another kiss when we get back?" Wally stumbled a bit following Sammy out of the toy room.

"Only if you ask nicely," Sammy replied. "And if you don't cause any more trouble on the way back."

Wally's grin widened. "I can do that!"

"I would certainly hope so."

At the very least, Sammy now knew he had a guaranteed way to make Wally shut up when they were in danger.

...And he didn't mind doing it either.

[theworldvsyoshiko]

Welp, it's been 16 days already, so Umeko's itching to move on. She'll be packing up in the morning.

In those 16 days, she has:

made a hat and duster for herself.

acquired two goats, one of which gave birth to a third goat.

scavenged more packaged survival meals from the ruins, giving her a half-year supply of emergency food.

made a backpack, which will hopefully allow her to haul most of that food with her.

Set up a research bench and actually had a day or two to focus on research toward the end, with the goal of learning how to make pemmican. ... in that time, she got 29/500 progress on that research project, because she started with 0 research skill. It's entirely possible that this kid is illiterate.

killed 3 people. Fortunately, even at 150% threat level, she's still poor enough that she's getting attacked by lone half-naked guys with clubs.

I think Umeko's going to be heading in the direction of the settlement of Mastos, about a week's walk to the northwest. That's the nearest place that will both trade with her, and likely has good enough tech for her to maybe be able to buy something nice. First she'll need stuff to trade, though. So, gotta stop off somewhere else first.

Fortunately, there's an abandoned warehouse around the halfway point of that trip, and that sounds like a good spot to do some looting.

[duckmania127]

my breath of fresh air part 3

daryl dixon x reader

Howdy everyone:) if you get lost at all with any of the events happening in this chapter, they are based off of different scenes that went on during 7, 8, 9, and 10 of season three.

Either way I hope you enjoy and thank you again for all the love recently! I really appreciate it<3:))

breath of fresh air series

warnings: more twd violence than usual

summary: After 3 months of basically pining over each other and spending time being together, Daryl's gotta make a decision now that his brother is back.

After managing to get away from neighborhood where you both almost had encounter with some old "friends" you and Daryl were currently chilling in an abandoned cabin. “Sooo, are we going to look for some more pea cans any time soon?,” you suggested, trying to break the awkward tension in the room. Daryl sighed and looked over at you, “You plannin on telling me how you know them? Maybe then we can figure out what we’re doin here,” he tells you and crosses his arms, while he waits patiently for you to talk to him.  

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair before starting to make a very long story, short, “I had met them a few days before I met you. They took my stuff, beat me up, tried to kill me. When I got away, I tracked them down and went to look for my stuff. Winter was hard enough keeping supplies, so I really needed the shit they took. But, I had to kill 2 of their guys, beat up another. After I got away I bumped into a herd, and then I bumped into you.” You let out a deep breath when you saw that he nodded, feeling relieved that he believed you, “I didn’t think that they’d still be after me… I mean I just thought that they might've believed I didn't survive the herd," you pause when the realization hits you, “Oh shit, if they were after me, then they could’ve found the prison- I put you all at risk- i- in danger.”

As you feel your panic start to rise, you immediately felt his hands on you while they were holding onto your arms, rubbing his thumbs softly back and forth. He did this small action whenever you were starting to get nervous over anything, “hey, relax, if they showed up lookin for you, there’s no way in hell I’d let somethin happen to you. Got it? Everyone back home would fight for you too, you’re one of us. So just calm down alright?” He says softly, all while not breaking eye contact with you and even brushing some of your hair out of your face. The action making you blush and clear your throat, “right, yeah, yeah. Sorry,” you mumble and avoid looking at him. 

He saw you trying to hide the redness displayed all over your face, “you cold? You’re all red, I can start a fire for ya if you want?” he asks while not being able to hide the smirk on his face. Your eyes are wide when you look up at him and realize that he’s teasing you. “Oh shut up, Dixon,” you say gently whacking him and rolling your eyes, “Next time I catch you staring at me, don't get all shy on me when I embarrass you.” You tell him and start walking into the kitchen in the cabin, “Pfft, I don't stare at ya,” he gruffly comments and starts scavenging around too. “Uh-huh, sureee!” you tell him and laugh. 

He scoffs at you and hears something fall in the kitchen, he furrows his eyebrows and makes his way into the kitchen. Right before he is about to ask if you are okay, he looks up and he quickly raises his crossbow, aiming it directly at the man who is conveniently holding a knife to your neck. “You let ‘er go now!” he yells and you notice the panic settling in his eyes, as he tries to aim at the man’s head but the guy is trying to keep you from squirming, Daryl knows that he won't get a clean shot like this and he won’t risk the chance of hitting you instead.

“Nah man no can do! Ya see my guys are gonna be real happy I found her, she's gonna pay for killing Kenny and Al*. They'll be even more pleased especially after we just hit the jackpot on that Asian kid and his pretty girlfriend.” He boasts and smirks, pressing the knife a little harder against your throat. That's when your eyes widen at the detailed description, so you quickly step on the man's foot and quickly elbow him in the face as you move out of the way so that Daryl could put an arrow in him.

“Was he- was he just talking about Glenn and Maggie?” you ask as you try to catch your breath and wipe the blood starting to fall from your neck. Daryl immediately walks over to you and gently tilts your face to the side so he can see the cut, “you’re bleedin,” he mumbles and grabs his red rag to hold against your neck gently. You can tell that he looks worried, so you tell him that you're fine and it's just a little cut. He presses his lips together in a fine line and walks over to the dead guy’s body so he can take his arrow out from his head and also take the man’s knife and gun.

“Maggie and Glenn should be at the prison, they’re goin for that baby run tomorrow, can't be them.” He tells you and you just look over at him worriedly, “Daryl, what if we’re wrong? What if something happened and they had to go?” you tell him as your voice shakes, “Y/N, let’s just head back, if they ain’t there then we tell Rick and everyone else. And we’ll figure this shit out together alright?” 

So that’s what you guys do, well you tell everyone after Daryl had found Carol and Rick started talking to Michonne. Everything was happening so fast, the days were blending into one another and it all felt like a blur. All of the fighting to get Maggie and Glenn back, then more fighting to get Daryl back which Rick made you stay behind with Glenn and Michonne since he needed you to keep them safe and he needed you to keep a clear head.

So there you were anxiously waiting for them to get back, eager to see Daryl again. That's when you hear and see Glenn jump up, calling out for Rick. You follow after him and Michonne, but are quickly shocked at the commotion starting to unravel in front of you. Glenn and Michonne are aiming their weapons at Merle, everyone's yelling while Rick and Daryl try to calm them down, and you stay back holding your gun to your side. You and Maggie exchanging nervous glances while everyone tries to settle down.

Of course, Merle had to open his big mouth and make a comment towards you, right after talking about Michonne and Andrea’s time together during the winter and talking shit to Rick, “Whooo, hooo! I mean, wow, Officer Friendly, you really do got a gang of thieves, crooks, and cowards. I've been lookin everywhere for you! How you doin baby? You miss me?” He says this to you and he even blows you a kiss. Earning your response and the raise of your gun, "Oh shut up you prick! You got what you deserved, you and your friends!" You yell at him and scoff when Daryl warns his brother to leave you alone. You lower your gun when Rick puts his hand out for you to relax and you do. Merle being Merle doesn't obviously shut up so he eventually gets knocked out by Rick's gun.

While Merle’s passed out momentarily, everyone else starts to talk about what to do with him, so you lean against the car with your arms crossed and stay quiet. That's when Daryl comes over, “I'm goin with him,” he tells you quietly and chews on his lip, waiting for your reaction, “What?” you ask and stand up straight looking at him, “He’s blood, I ain’t leavin him again, I can’t. You gotta understand.”

You stay quiet as you look at him. A part of you wants to be mad at him and tell him all the reasons why he shouldn't, you want to be selfish but you can't. So you just say, "You really don't have to do this," pausing to rest your hand on the side of his face and give him a weak smile, "But if it's what you want to do then go ahead, but you gotta know that you have family here too, even if we ain’t blood. Just… if something happens, you come home. Promise me that.” He just nods and gently squeezes your hand before letting go of it and he walks away to get his things from the trunk. As you glare at Merle, you end up just watching them both leave.

The ride back to prison is silent, you stare outside the window and try to calm down about Daryl’s well-being with his shitty ass brother. Once you arrive, you’re first to start heading inside. You’re upset obviously but as you get closer toward the cell block doors you feel your body getting heavy all of a sudden. You look down at your shirt and see a huge splotch of blood on the side of your body, "god damn it," you say and it get the attention of the group. While you are starting to feel the adrenaline from before slip away, your eyes close and sooner or later your body is eventually smacking against the pavement. Your world going dark once again.

Let's check up on Daryl hm?

Well, he felt shitty to say the least. Shitty to be back on the road (in his case the woods), shitty to leave people he cared about behind, to leave you behind. Merle wasn't helping either, insisting on making everything some kind of competition, not respecting him, not listening to him. He hated it. Daryl’s thoughts about you were invading his mind. He thought about those few seconds you held onto his face, he wondered if maybe there was something else you had to say. Daryl was mostly spacing out in a lot of Merle's rambling, that is until he heard Merle start talking about you.

“That smokin hot piece of ass back there, she is really a piece of work man, I mean if she hadn’t killed my guys, you know I was really looking forward to-"

"Bro, don’t you ever talk about her,” Daryl basically growled and got in his brothers face, “you’re the dipshit who went after her, you got what you deserved. Now I don’t wanna hear anything about her come outta your mouth, again,” he told him, starting to raise his voice while he pointed his finger at his brother angrily, "Woah baby brother, calm down now. You don't know her, I’m telling you she's crazy man," Merle mistakenly said as he felt his brother shove him, "Man, the hell did I just say? I don't wanna hear her name comin out your mouth-" he stops yelling at Merle when he hears a baby crying from a distance away.

"That's a baby," he said and backed off, grabbing his crossbow off of the ground. He scoffed when he heard Merle's nonsense about it not being baby and just some animals mating. He kept hearing the baby and it reminded him of whenever Judith cried, you and him would be right there calming her down. Whenever you were calming her down he would admire you, a hidden smile on his face while he watched. He quickly made up his mind and went up to the bridge to save the people and their baby.

After everything he was starting to get sick of it, he wanted to go back to what he considered home, his family. Once Merle ripped the back of his shirt and exposed a part of himself that he never let anyone see but you that one time, that was his last straw. He left and made his way back to the prison immediately. After saving Rick and making his way to the cell block, you were the only thing on his mind.

While he was running to get inside, he saw the blood on the pavement in front of the cell block doors from where you fell. He stopped in his tracks and pointed at it, "Rick, who's blood is that?" he gruffly called out and turned around to see Rick giving him a look, a very knowing look that Daryl was not in the mood to start getting used too.

A look that really means one of two things.

Someone they all cared about was dead or Rick had some news to share with the archer.

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I believe there is just one more part of this mini-series left!

hope you enjoyed,

<3 duck🐣

[vermillion-san]

elevate || chapter I

Pairing: Various x GN!Reader (Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 4.4K+ words

Synopsis: When (Y/n) (L/n) struggles to adjust into a prep school and the expectations of their stoic guardian, they find themselves graffitiing an abandoned subway; where their life would alternate into the exact opposite of what it initially was.

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE 2018 FILM: Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse

Whenever morning comes, (Y/n) focuses on clearing their head; especially on a school day. Whether they were at their home or the dormitory of their new private school, they sought to distract themself from the responsibilities by doodling in their sketch book. And listening to music in the background was what put the cherry on top.

But oftentimes, the distraction does become an interference on their sense of time. As told by their guardians. “(Y/n)!” It took a good minute for the sixteen year-old to hear them, the AirPods that they were wearing to hear the music blocking their communication with the outside world (for as long as it could).

Realizing that they had to go to their school and settle themselves in the dormitory (a typical Monday), (Y/n) quickly gathers their art supplies, on the desk that they were leaning their sketch book on. “Crap..!” They then remember that they hadn’t even packed their luggage.

“(Y/n)! You should’ve left the house five minutes ago! Are you even ready?!”

(Y/n) slams open the empty luggage and shoves in a handful of clothes that they found, from each cabinet drawer that was apart of their dresser. “Of course! I’m on my way down!” They shove in all of the textbooks and notebooks -- that were left on their bed -- into their book bag, forcing it to fit in one ago. While doing so, they held their sketchbook by the spine, in between their teeth; they had intended to bring along the unfinished sketches that they were working on, since they wouldn’t come back to the house until the end of the week.

After packing both their luggage and book bag, (Y/n) dresses into their school uniform, tying the last knot of their tie before dragging along the two items with them, out of the bedroom and into the living room that was right next to it. “Where’s my laptop?” They begin to fulfill a scavenger hunt for the device, looking through the book shelf that was on their left, then the cushions of the couch that was across from it.

“If you want me to drive you, we gotta go now.” Their guardian, who goes by the name Levi Ackerman, hurries them. 

“No, thanks.” (Y/n) rejects the offer, as kindly as they could. “I can walk there myself.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” (Y/n) finds their laptop underneath a cushion and immediately take it out, pushing it into their book bag, despite it being overwhelming packed.

“Then you better go now!” Levi persists.

“In a minute!” (Y/n) now goes to the kitchen, wanting a serving of the oatmeal that was cooking on the stove. In the process, they nearly bump into their secondary guardian, Hange Zoe, who was about to take their leave while drinking black tea.

“Careful, (Y/n).” Hange couldn’t help but to aways find it amusing when (Y/n) had done their preparations last minute. They weren’t blind to read off the body language of the teenager that they had raised since they were an infant.

(Y/n) snatches a paper bowl from the kitchen cabinet, hurriedly serving themselves a good amount of oatmeal. When they were trying to find a plastic spoon, Levi addresses them in a more stern voice. “(Y/n)!”

“I’m already heading out!” (Y/n) rolls their eyes, locating the plastic spoon as they say this.

“That’s it.” Levi grabs them by the loop of their book bag, from behind. “I’m taking you there. You won’t get to the campus on time.” He begins to drag them to the main entrance of the apartment. “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” (Y/n) struggles to free themselves from their guardian’s grip, close to spilling the bowl of oatmeal that was nearly burning their hands. “I didn’t get napkins! I need napkins!”

Minutes later, you would find the family of three outside the apartment complex, saying their farewells. While Levi was putting (Y/n)’s luggage inside the car, Hange was smothering the high-schooler in kisses that plaster ever corner of their face.

“Hange, stop...!” (Y/n) always found it embarrassing whenever Hange had done so in public.

“In a minute!” Hange ironically repeats (Y/n)’s own words, continuing to take advantage of them by portraying a series of affection; until eventually, they had allowed (Y/n) to head their merry way. “Call me once you get there! I’ll see you on Friday!”

“Yeah!” (Y/n) waves a farewell to them. “See you on Friday! Bye Hange!” They look over at where Levi’s car resided, their happy expression falling when they realize that it was his cop car. “Seriously...?” Driving around in the vehicle never brought pleasant experience, especially at school. “We have to take the cop car?”

“The family car’s being repaired.” Levi, dressed in his work uniform, opens the door of the driver’s seat. “Get in, you’re already behind schedule.” He earns a groan of frustration from (Y/n), but thinks nothing of it.

Despite the fact that they were already in the car, (Y/n) complained about his persistence on dropping them off; a habit that he always had since they started going to a new school, much farther than where their previous one was. “It would’ve been fine if I just walked there.”

Levi retorts with the actual reason at hand. “And what? Let you put up more of those graffiti stickers?” (Y/n) stiffens at the sudden confrontation. “It’s insanely obvious. Your art style says it all.”

(Y/n) attempts to laugh it off. “You sure you got the right criminal? Because, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been taught to respect public property; and by who? None other than you and Hange.”

“Don’t patronize me.” Levi looks at them from the corner of their eye, since they’ve decided to sit at the backseat. “You’re peeling off all those stickers on Saturday, do you understand me? I better not see another one around this neighborhood.”

“Yeah, yeah...” (Y/n) sinks into the cushion of the leather seat, arms crossed over their chest. Their eyes wander out to the window next to them, the car driving by a big TV screen that was implemented at a subway station’s exterior railings. The news channel was playing for the civilians that were stopping by, each of them enraptured by the news of the city’s notorious hero: Spider-Man.

Levi hears the voice of the news reporter, thanks to the windows being rolled down prior. The second that the vigilante is mentioned, he talks sourly about him. “Honestly...the guy only zig-zags into the city, once a day, and zip-zap-zoops the bad guy with a bunch of sticky webs; in his little mask, and answers to no one, right?”

“Yeah, Levi.” (Y/n) never spared much thought about the hero, only when they were told about the accomplishments that the had made in his career by their friends (back at their old school). But unlike Levi, they had respected the sacrifices that he had made to protect the city, based on what they do learn about those accomplishments and fights. They can’t picture themself doing the same, had they been in the vigilante’s situation.

“And meanwhile my guys are out there, constantly, lives on the line, without masks.” Levi emphasizes, off in his same rants about the vigilante. “You know ridiculous the entire concept is? Relying on some person that supposedly has superhuman abilities? The thought of it is absurd.” (Y/n) rolls their eyes the second time that day, unimpressed by the same rhetorical questions that he was using.

It wasn’t until Levi pulled up to the front of the school, (Y/n) had asked him. “Why can’t I go back to my old school? Where I actually have friends?” 

Levi sighs. “We’ve already had this conversation, (Y/n). It’s already been a month, and I’m over it with the sulking, in all honesty--”

“I just don’t like coming here, okay?” (Y/n) is as honest as possible. “It’s too elite. I should be at a normal school, where I’m far more comfortable at.”

“It’s call adapting, (Y/n).” Levi looks directly at (Y/n) when he says this. “Whether or not the social environment is underwhelming or overwhelming doesn’t matter. It’s about being prepared for the real world. And this school offers that.”

(Y/n) thinks otherwise. “I’m only here because I won that stupid lottery.”

And Levi insists that what they were saying was true. “No. You passed the entry test, just like everyone else. You have to understand that this is an opportunity; there are people out there that would literally kill to be in your place.” (Y/n) simply looks the other way, their pout never faltering. “You honestly want to ruin that? You want end up like your uncle?”

“What’s wrong with Uncle Kenny?” (Y/n) says lowly, not having the heart to look at Levi in the eyes. “He’s not that bad a guy.”

Levi hesitates. “He made his choice. And, in life, we each make our choices--”

That’s when (Y/n) is encouraged to raise their voice. “Well it doesn’t feel like I have a choice!”

“You don’t!” The confirmation creates an awkward silence between Levi and (Y/n), each of them avoiding eye contact from one another. It lasts for several seconds. Levi was the one to break it by rephrasing his words. “You deserve better than what me and Hange have. I’ve always made that as my top priority. Since the day your parents..” He pauses. “Since we...” He changes his choice of words at the last minute. “--...first got you.”

(Y/n) can understand where Levi was coming from, but frustration still resided within them; they hate how their life had altered, how different they became because of it. -- From an extroverted and ambitious student, to a insecure and secluded student that struggle to make their mark in an extremely environment. Of course, they were too prideful to admit that to Levi himself, confident that he would just tell them to pull through.

“Yeah, okay...” (Y/n) opens the door and exits out of the police car, before retrieving their luggage from the passenger seat. They share eye contact with Levi again, in which enables their guardian to say their farewell. 

“I’m not doing this to bully you.” Levi says bluntly. “I’m doing it because I believe it’s what best for you.”

“Yeah, I know.” (Y/n) has heard the phrase before, not even the slightest bit impressed. “I’ll see you on Friday. Bye.” They close the door on Levi, turning their back to him so that they can walk to the school’s main entrance. They don’t even notice that Levi was portraying a sense of empathy for them; to (Y/n), he had always come across as a stoic man that showed little to no remorse for other people’s feelings, them included.

As (Y/n) had anticipated, the classes were overwhelming, no different from the first day that they had transferred into the school. They were running to each class, the piles of books and papers growing taller as they finish each class by the hour.

So much so that it has them arrive late to their Physics class ten minutes late. By the time (Y/n) had arrived, the class was watching a movie off the whiteboard, in a dark room that interfered with this vision to find an empty seat. Once they do find one, at the center of the room, they creep underneath the lights of the player, to avoid any needless confrontation by the teacher.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t play out so well.

“(L/n), moving in the dark.” The teacher even pauses the video. “You’re late again.”

(Y/n) subconsciously hides their face behind the books that they were carrying. “Einstein said...time was relative, right? Who’s to say I’m the one who’s late? Maybe all of you guys are early..?” It was no surprise to them that no one among the classroom laughed at the joke.

Until they heard one small fit of giggles, coming from a student, a girl, with shaggy black hair -- extending down to her chin -- that blended well in the dark, her pale skin doing the opposite. When she notices a few glances that are sent her way, she apologizes in advance, her humor dialed down. “Sorry. It was just...quiet.” A smile appears on (Y/n)’s face because of this, the first time that anyone here had actually relished their joke.

“Would you like to keep standing there, or...do you want to sit down?” Their satisfaction doesn’t last for long when the teacher resumes the movie. They take it upon themself to sit down, coincidently right next to the girl that, supposedly, was amused by their humor.

In between watching the movie, the girl says. “I liked your joke.”

(Y/n) perks up, their smile widening. “Really?”

“It wasn’t really funny. That's why I laughed. But...” She shrugs when she admits. “It was fun. I liked it.”

Now that (Y/n) had thought about it, this was the first that they’ve ever even see the girl in this classroom. “Are you a new student?” The teacher steps in between the two, shushing them both as she walks by. Seconds later, each of the two would steal glances at one another.

Rather than spending the night doing homework or studying for upcoming quizzes and exams, (Y/n) decides to spend the next few hours with the one person they had always served as a comfort to them in the times that were the most stressful: Their Uncle Kenny.

Luckily, where he lived wasn’t near where Levi and Hange were, so going there was nothing but easy. Naturally, they would get caught for sneaking out past curfew, but they could care less.

(Y/n) could always feel confident in being their true self around Kenny, something that was the opposite at both school and home. They trusted the man tremendously with what problems were going on, because, even if he was harsh like his nephew Levi, Kenny wasn’t one to be so judgmental; at least, not most of the time.

“Uncle Kenny!” (Y/n) climbs up the fire escape of his apartment, smearing their face against the tall doors of his balcony, the curtains wide open for the grown man to see. Such an act never seizes to fail Kenny in making him chuckle.

Kenny treats (Y/n) to dinner, leftovers that he had prior, and washes the dishes and eating utensils that were used; while (Y/n) punches his punching bag, like an amateur. “If your ass came all the way here, at a school night, then something must be up. What is it?”

(Y/n) scoffs, their gaze concentrated on punching bag. “Nothing! I just wanted to stop by, that’s all! Things are going well. Got tons of friends. Passing all my classes.”

Kenny knows (Y/n) well enough to determine that they were saying the opposite. “You don’t even make an effort to hide the truth. You’re definitely Levi’s kid.” He finishes washing the dishes and such, returning to where (Y/n) was punching the punching bag. “Smart kids is where it’s at; place must be full of them, no?”

The thought of it makes (Y/n) laugh. “No, there’s no one.” It all seemed so tiresome to even achieve a concept that is overrated by the media and their friends.

Yet Kenny persists. “Now, I can’t go on in life if the family lineage ends with you; just because you got no game.”

“I got game.” (Y/n) says defensively, keeping their distance from the punching bag so that they can follow Kenny to the living room. “I just don’t see the point in using it now. I’m only a sophomore.” The two sit on the couch together, side by side. “I mean, aren’t you supposed to tell me that I should be focusing on school instead?”

Kenny laughs again that night. “Levi would. But, to be perfectly honest, I can care less.”

The easygoing man somehow convinces (Y/n) then think more about their romantic life. “Well...there is this girl.” They lean against one of the arms of the couch, legs tucked in to their stomach as they retrieve their sketch book from the coffee table.

“Oh, yeah?” Kenny leans against his own side of couch. “What’s her name?”

“Funny you should ask.” (Y/n) strains out a few chuckles. “Because, well, I thought the same thing myself.” The response brings more amusement upon Kenny.

“Is that so?” Kenny chooses not to tease more about it. “Well, if you do decide to pursue her, use the shoulder touch.”

“Sorry, the what?”

“The shoulder touch. You kids don’t do that anymore?” The clueless look on (Y/n)’s face reinforces the question that Kenny had meant to be rhetorical. “Okay--” He doesn’t even hesitate to demonstrate. “When you see that girl tomorrow, walk up to her, and go--” He places a hand on one of (Y/n)’s shoulders before portraying a sly look. “Hey.”

(Y/n) struggles to take their uncle seriously, genuine cackles escaping their lips. They push aside the hand as they say, in between their laughter. “Of course we don’t do that anymore, you know how ridiculous that sounds? These days, we kids are more physical, especially when it comes to flirting.”

“I’m telling you, (Y/n), it’s science.” Kenny shrugs playfully. “Girls these days are too sensitive. Best not take any risks.”

“I never even said that I had a thing for her.” (Y/n) shakes their head out of disapproval. “I don’t even think she’s my type, Uncle Kenny.”

“You say that now, but who knows?”

The idea of love never falters from being too tedious in (Y/n)’s eyes. “Seeing how hard it takes for Hange and Levi to make their relationship work exhausts me.”

“The fact alone that Levi even has someone to tolerate someone is more exhausting to think about.” Kenny couldn't agree more, but his tone is more of a sarcastic one. “Poor Hange.”

“Poor Hange? What about me?” (Y/n) retorts, a scowl plastered on their face. “I’m the one that’s being a victim to his overprotectiveness...” They felt their phone vibrate from a pocket of their jacket and take out the device, reading a text that they had received from the man himself.

Done with that homework?

“Is that her?” Kenny assumes that the text itself was from the same girl that (Y/n) had mentioned in the minutes prior.

“No.” (Y/n) returns their phone into the pocket. “It was Levi. As always, he’s worrying about my studies.” They wear a gloomy look when they recall back to their conversation with their guardian, ashamed of themself for not being as firm as they should’ve been when trying to convince Levi to withdraw them from the school.

For the sake of Kenny, (Y/n) decides to leave now, before it becomes a venting session. “I should probably just go.” They gather the belongings that they brought with them to the apartment. “I got a paper to submit tonight.” Right before they close their sketchbook, Kenny caught a glimpse of what they were working on (when they were talking with him).

Hence the reason why Kenny snatches the sketchbook from their lap and examines the drawing up close. “You and your sketches...” He conveys astonishment. “Have you put these up yet?” Another thing that made him great, to (Y/n), was how he was the only one to fully appreciate their hobby.

“Of course not.” (Y/n) sheepishly rubs the back of their neck. “You know Levi would find out. Someway, somehow. I can’t.”

All the more reason to then encourage Kenny to do what he had already planned out in this meeting. “Follow me.” He heads his way to the fire escape, gesturing (Y/n) to accompany him.

As much as (Y/n) wanted to refuse the offer, and be the mature one of the duo, they wouldn’t dare go back to the dorm that restrained them of any fun.

The designated area was secluded from the interconnecting railways of the city’s subway. Kenny casually walks into the tunnel that would draw them away from the public, while (Y/n) was cautious of where they were walking into, unfamiliar with the surroundings, but well aware that being present could get them in trouble.

“If we get caught...”

Kenny spared little to no thoughts about the consequences, not the unusual. “We run for our asses so that we don’t get caught.”

(Y/n) deadpans, refusing to believe that the man was in his mid-50′s and still kicking at life’s obstacles. ‘Normally, most people his age would be burnt out...’

Eventually, the two locate a station that was completely abandoned, secured by tall fences that were meant to keep trespassers away. 

“Where did you even find this place?” (Y/n) asks.

“Did an engineering job down here.” Kenny replies with ease, before climbing up the fence and performing a backflip over it. In just the blink of an eye, he was at the other side, exchanging a taunting expression at (Y/n).

It was easy for (Y/n) to climb up to the top, but lifting their dominant leg over the other side was the challenging part. They grit their teeth tightly to resist the urge to back out now, persistent on impressing their Uncle, who they can see is staring at them dead in the eye.

Fortunately for them, they got over, but they fell off the fence in the process, their face planting down to the dirty pavement, right in front of Kenny. They attempt to salvage the accomplishment they made by immediately getting back up, and ignoring the dirt that smudges their face. “The walk over here took a toll out of me.”

Kenny obnoxiously rolls his eyes and walks ahead. “Let’s go.”

The two are now standing at the center of a spacious room that contained wall to wall of graffiti, all but one that was untouched. “You know what to do.” Kenny tosses (Y/n) the first can of spray paint that he found in his personal bag, in which they catch on the spot.

Before (Y/n) knew it, they became invested in painting that bare wall, from top to bottom; overlapping certain colors, outlining the font of the letters that they had intended to spell out, and emphasizing the neon colors of the spray paint that they had sought to have stand out amongst the rest of the graffitis.

As this happens, a spider was stringing themself into the scene, its appearance not the same as any usual kind of spider; its movements were made unaware to (Y/n) and Kenny.

It all came so naturally to (Y/n), their confidence growing back on them for that moment alone; where they never thought about the expectations of others, or get nervous about the possibilities of failing. -- This feeling of freedom was a given to them, and they owe it to their Uncle Kenny for offering such an opportunity.

Looking at how the graffiti came out to be aids (Y/n) to reaffirm their desire in independence. The silhouette that stands in the middle of the word “expectations” was a reflection of what exactly they were going through, and Kenny could see it right through them; his depiction of (Y/n)’s potential never faltered, whether it was art, or simply life in general.

“Do you think it’s too cliche?” (Y/n) can’t help but to depict some kind of flaw, limiting themself from becoming egotistical.

“Hell if I know.” Kenny doesn’t wish to criticize on something that’s not his forte. And the response humors (Y/n).

Kenny hesitates to then mention. “You know Levi use to do this kind of stuff?”

(Y/n) expects a punchline. “Oh really?”

“I’m serious.” Kenny reaffirms. “I wasn’t at my best when I tried to do the uncle thing with him. I never really spent much time with him, despite the fact that I had took him in, after his mom died; because of this, he felt the need to find excuses to grab attention. At least, that’s what I think.”

“What kind of excuses?”

“Grafitti, shoplifting, etc...” Kenny doesn’t intend to go much into it, not pleased with how the past went down. “He didn’t start off on the right foot. And I was responsible for that, I won’t lie. If anything, it was because of him that I realized my mistakes; and for that, I’m grateful that he even lets me spend time with you.” (Y/n) wanders their eyes to the floor, attempting to process his words. “With you, I can at least redeem some aspects of my mistakes.”

“You made mistakes?” (Y/n) found it ironic. “That’s rich.”

Kenny sees why that was. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up smartalec.” But he prioritizes the point that he was trying to make. “Just try to understand Levi a bit more; he’s a pain in the ass, but he means well. You should know that, better than everyone else. Hange does.”

“Hange’s different.” (Y/n) says otherwise. “They’re no different from Levi, when you really look at it. That’s what makes their relationship both wholesome...and intact.”

“But that shouldn't mean you can’t do the same thing.” Kenny tries to have (Y/n) think more positively. “Make an effort. I’m sure he’ll hear you out, from beginning to end.”

(Y/n) doubts that outcome from ever happening. In the attempts prior, it had always been the same: In which Levi would never let them get the last sentence, nor finish it for the matter. “Sure.”

The faint ringtone of Kenny’s phone is heard by both Kenny and (Y/n). One glance at what message he had received, and Kenny says. “Okay, we better head on out; I got things to do.” The grown man as already exiting out of the room, while (Y/n) was packing the spray paint in their book bag.

But before they followed Kenny out, (Y/n) wanted to take a quick picture of their graffiti; for they were sure that they would never come back to this room again. They hold out the phone at the graffiti, snapping a few pictures on the spot once the lighting and angle was just right.

At the last minute, the spider that had came from the outside world (and snuck their way in the abandoned subway station) crawls out of the sleeve of (Y/n)’s jacket, and onto the upper hand of (Y/n)’s extended arm. Just as a gasp escapes their lip, the spider bites onto the hand, its bite injecting spider genetics into the blood cells of the teenager.

“(Y/n), let’s go.” (Y/n) reacts accordingly to the creature that had dared to harm them, slapping it to death with one go (using their free hand). After doing so, they leave the room and catch up to Kenny in seconds.

The lights go off and the corpse of the spider was left behind, with neither of the two visitors realizing that it was a radioactive one that had just transferred spider genetics to its victim.

It was only a matter of time until the aftereffects would come about.

[aquillis-main]

Sonic Prime Notes Part 2

Episode 3:

Sonic didn't actually collapse in the post Shadow fight, nor did he forget about his friends.

Big is shown further away from the fight thanks to Shadow running into him to get to Sonic.

Rebel Rouge's face crushed in for group hug

"Baddies this way, baddies that way!" Sonic the Hedgehog in Sonic Prime Episode 3

Robots randomly pile up in doorway, allowing the Rebels to escape.

Tails Nine does not have cybernetics as he flies.

Sonic falls down to the bottom floor, which is awkward.

Nine's robo tails only use regular Tails' flying animation for his tails.

Dr. Deep 'Lost them', even though they're on camera.

Nine's walkng speed is faster than his octo-crawl.

The problem of Sonic feeling 'Guilty' about him not listening, Even though it was in Eggman's HANDS and there was NO OTHER OPTION

"Eggman didn't create the world, I did." Even though Sonic pulled the ME Shattering onto the Paradox Prism.

Sonic Slapstick Moment: 35

Episode 4:

"It's not like answers are gonna fall from the sky!" has three others fall out of the sky

Sonic keeps on making potshots at Knuckles, no matter the variation.

Sonic immediately goes 'Can you hear me?' Yet Tribal Rouge asks if they heard something.

Tribal Knuckles is Sticks in this universe.

Sonic needs to fix up a situation, because he accidentally caused the others to lose their food supply.

Also Games Sonic has better control of his speed.

Robutt joke

Sonic should have realized instantly that he's in a new world as soon as he saw sunlight.

Mangey, the Tails of Boscage Cage, is portrayed as a feral beast with not much else going on in his head. He also seems to be treated like a pet.

All the boys are utter idiots, and Gnarly is insane.

Sonic doesn't want the monster to show their face.

"Can't step on the gas!" when he's used to running in jungles already.

Thorn is the monster… And she looks like Sonia.

Thorn is an overenthusiastic environmentalist in comparison, when it would have been better if Cave!Eggman had been using her to prevent the others from scavenging.

Sonic is making good points to Thorn, but Thorn is not listening because she needs to be an antagonist for two episodes.

Thorn: "Do you ever stop Talking?" Sonic: "No, not really." <- Not Sonic's character to chat incessantly.

Thorn makes excuses as to why she shouldn't be listening to Sonic, yet they gave Sonic greater points over Thorn's, which comes across as 'I'm the adult, you're not'.

Sonic Slapstick Moment: 49

Episode 5:

Straight into flashback, AGAIN

Sonic could have made memories in more than one specific location in Green Hill - and yet the others are focused on one specific trees.

Implies that there is buildings in Green Hill, yet besides Tails' Workshop, we don't see the other buildings.

Amy gets pissed off over Sonic's disinterest in her way of memorizing, and gets snippy with him instead of actually explaining to him what he did wrong, like her actual self would do.

Sonic is still trying to talk to Thorn, even Thorn has admitted she wants to 'Shut everyone out'. Both in a literal sense, and a figurative sense.

Thorn is shutting out the sun to shut out the Scavengers, thus killing the undergrowth.

Sonic - literally trapped, has both the Spindash and his claws to get of his wood prison.

Sonic literally says "Wow, I really should have thought about that sooner" about his prison. KILL ME.

Sonic goes 'Gotta go fast'.

Sonic took the hammer easily in the last episode, yet can't get her to let go of it now.

Thorn went insane because she saw the others dropped too many fruits and veggies in Rouge's perspective.

Sonic is stupid at communication.

Sonic Talking to trees: OK Sonic talking to dead robots: not ok

Thorn overcovering the canopy killed the tree. Then it gets revived.

'Gotta go fast' AGAIN

Sonic Slapstick Moment: 56

Episode 6:

Operation: Cheese?

Knux says 'who's with me?' even though it's all Resistance with him.

Knux is angry at Sonic for jumping dimensions.

Rebel Rouge immediately blames Sonic for Nine's failure.

THE SHOW OBSESSES ABOUT THE FUCKING TREE ON THE BEACH BY THE ROCK.

Despite Sonic being a 'traitor', the NPCs of the Resistance seem happy to be saved by sonic.

Nine steals Sonic from New Yoke, thus making Sonic's promise null and void.

Nine throws Sonic back to New Yoke, without considering coming back

NPC run off cowering despite bing all gung ho before

Nine, despite telling Sonic he won't come back, decides to change his mind offscreen

Nine gets easily bat by not paying attention.

Sonic Slapstick Count: 60

Episode 7:

Flashback repeat of episode 2

Shadow used Chaos Control to jump in between dimensions when the Shattering ocurred, even though both the Paradox Prism and the Chaos Emeralds alter Space-Time.

Only one Chaos Emerald, instead of the usual seven.

Sonic has Aquaphobia, only seen in Sonic Underground, Sonic X, and does NOT appear in the games.

Sonic is terrified of water, even though he can run over it.

Coconuts are alcohol now.

Sprites used again, only it's Sonic 3

Also, using Dorkly style animation, ala Sonic For Hire.

Sonic is meeting Knuckles for the first time at the ME, even though they met more times before that.

Implications of both the ME, and Angel Island existing, but the 'whole world' is Green Hill.

Sonic decides to attack Dread, even though the pirates have been more courteous than anyone else in the multiverse.

Finally, the Pirate crew give Sonic respect.

Pirate!Tails is called 'Sails'. Kill me.

Sonic Slapstick Count: 62

Episode 8:

Honestly, Rusty gets 1 good moment, with the 'I wish I were programmed to laugh'.

The ship is called 'The Angel's Voyage'

Black Rose is surprisingly absent.

Rusty Rose decides to give up sinking Sonic because she sees her counterpart Black Rose.

Nine immediately gives up Sonic because he's an asshole

WHY IS THE MOTHERSHIP NOT IN PRISMSPACE????

Knuckles the Dread actually has a good character and motivations, which makes previous characters more the baffling in characterization.

Seadogs apparently can beat robots from another universe.

Again, Sonic prioritizes his friends over the mission. Which again, does not make sense if Sonic is supposed to learn about Friendship.

Sonic is more competent in this fight scene than all the other fight scenes before.

Sonic almost gets Rusty, but the show moves Rusty away so she can have a cool standing moment with the destruction of the other robots.

Shadow blames Sonic for the loss of the World, even though Eggman had it in his hands.

Shadow's end punch makes Sonic drift away slowly, so IDK what Sonic was panicking about.

Sonic Slapstick Count: 70

All (current as of December 18th, 2022) episode notes done and over with.

... Why the FUCK are the Pirate Episodes the only good episodes???

[saintfl0rian]

Displaced AU : War Universe Brothers

These boys are a lot sadder than Peace Universe 😥

I put quite a bit but not a lot because I gotta save some stuff for the story, right? 😭

Mikey

16-years-old

Uses a kusarigama

Enjoys scavenging for pieces of shrapnel and other metal parts while on missions to build his sculpture

Has a pet rock

Tries to keep an upbeat, optimistic attitude while on missions for the sake of his brothers and himself

Tries to not let the destruction all around him get to him. It gets really hard

Loves scoring art supplies and materials while on lookout duty

Has random collections in his room. (Pebble collection, button collection, etc.)

Post-Death:

It's hard—so very hard to watch his brothers suffer as they mourn his death.

It's a strange, bitter experience to watch your loved ones as they live on without you, whether they want to or not

Seeing his brothers in such pain increased his will to help them out to defeat Draxum.

That will is also what is keeping him from moving on. The desire to help his brothers defeat Draxum anchors his soul to Earth.

Mikey just honestly hates to see his brothers so sad about his death.

Very quickly accepted the fact that he's now a ghost

After dragging Michael into his Universe, his ghost state is unstable from the usage of his mystic energy, causing him the go in and out of his ghost-like state.

Leo

17-years-old

Uses a katana

Along with Mikey, he tries to keep the mood up. But Leo has a harder time keeping it up.

Spends a lot of time training alongside Raph.

Always trips up Donnie's security alarms

Tried to make a vegetable garden so there wouldn't have to hunt/scavenge for food so often... It didn't go well 💀

His favorite brother is Mikey

Is always constantly joking, and dark jokes are his best friend. But really, it's more of him coping with the situation.

He sharpens his katana whenever he is nervous about a mission

Post-Mikey's Death:

Mikey died in his arms.

Fell into a deep depression. Couldn't accept Mikey's death. Leo just wishes he could turn back time to prevent his death.

Often sat in Mikey's room, fiddling with his things and reminiscing old memories.

He couldn't eat the week Mikey died.

Donnie

18-years-old

Uses a naginata

Is always cooped up in his room when not on a mission or look-out duty.

Constantly working on a new project without any breaks in between.

Hopes to create tech that helps out the family

Never let's anyone in about the projects he's working on. And honestly, he has a whole closet filled with ideas that didn't go well.

The underground base is filled with his security measures and cameras

A pessimist. But he is very thankful for Mikey's outlook on situations.

Is the best at recon missions. He's generally a pretty sneaky guy

Also happens to be the most ruthless and unforgiving of his brothers. Mikey being the most forgiving

Post-Mikey's Death:

After the initial depression of Mikey's death, all Donnie felt was rage.

Rage at the world, at Draxum, and most of all, himself.

Became very angry and bitter over Mikey's death. He just wants to run at Draxum and end him once and for all. Not for the sake of humanity but the sake of Mikey.

Raph

19-years-old

Uses a kanabo

Has a brute-force based fighting style. Pretty effective when wiping out huge hordes of Yokai Soliders

Spends a lot of time training to protect his brothers

His greatest fear is not being there when they need him the most

Is on look-out duty most often.

He knows his brothers can handle themselves on missions, but he always keeps an extra eye out for them

Pushes his brothers (mostly Mikey and Donnie) to train

Always thinks about what would happen if something bad happened to him. He wants to make sure that his brothers can handle themselves without him. Just in case, you know?

Post Mikey's Death:

Puts on a strong front for his brothers. Only for his brothers. Really though, Raph is constantly blaming himself for Mikey's death.

The time he spends out on missions and look-out doubled. It takes his mind off of Mikey

Spends his nights staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, feeling empty. Started to question just who he was if he couldn't even save his brother

Splinter

Is dead. 😭😭😭

Died 6 years ago while protecting his sons from a horde of Yokai soldiers.

Since Splinter's death, Raph has been taking care of his siblings and is a substitute father-figure