#miss abeline you do have my heart

[abijahfowler]

playing around with my style… i cared not for historical accuracy because according to Blue Eye Samurai tokugawa japan had cctv cameras

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What Love Is: A Meta Discussion

My submission for Walkerverse Midseason Hiatus Creations

Week 2- Favorite Ships

Walker is not lacking for ships, but I really wanted to talk about the strongest married couple I’ve seen on television for some time: Abeline and Bonham Walker. 

Abby and Bonham have been married for 40 years, raised two children together, and have experienced their fair share of troubles. Despite the rocky ground their relationship debuted on, the past few seasons have only shown their marriage grow stronger.

When the show started, Abby and Bonham were considering getting a separation. Abby had had an affair, Bonham didn’t handle it well, and neither of them were very happy with each other. We found out in the flashback episode 1x12 “A Tale of Two Families” that they’d put off their separation before for the sake of keeping things normal after Emily’s death and Cordell’s escape into undercover work. But their marriage was far from over. 1x03 “Bobble Head” gave us a small scene with Bonham trying to reach across the chasm to help Abby and her feelings about Hoyt in an attempt to rekindle what was left of their love (“I miss you, Abby.”). Though she rejected him at the time, Abby chose to let him into her heart again during 1x08 “Fine is a Four Letter Word” after they finally had a real talk about what had happened between them.

Things got better but came to a head in 1x13 “Defend the Ranch” when Clint outed Bonham’s secret cancer diagnosis. Though they disagreed on what to do regarding treatment at first, Abby convinced Bonham to go through with it, both for himself and the family. Their relationship progressed and improved from there, eventually leading to them planning to renew their vows in the season 1 finale, though other events got in the way of fulfilling that plan. But that didn’t really matter; they knew they loved each other and they didn’t need a party to prove it.

Season 2 brought more troubled waters as the Davidsons returned to Austin, dredging up dark pasts for both Abby and Bonham. Bonham was forced to question the ethics of how far he’ll go to protect his family and his legacy and Abby had to confess a secret that never should’ve been forced to keep. All this before they lose their family home in a horse race and suffer through a murder accusation. But they stand strong and support each other as they get ready to celebrate 40 years of marriage.

Abeline’s speech at their surprise anniversary party says it best:

Marriage is something you grow. It’s something we grow, through the dark and murky and the daybreak. It’s us. It’s always us. And it’s all of us. You know…. Forty years ago it was fate we met…. But we choose each other every day. And forty years ago, we planted a promise that grew with everyone we welcomed into our family, everyone we loved along the way.

Abeline and Bonham are an excellent example of the concept of love as a verb rather than an emotion and I really hope I can find love like that one day.

Season 3 brought us yet another struggle for Abby and Bonham to weather through, but after everything we’ve seen their love survive so far, I know they’ll make it.

[canonicallysoulmates]

Walker 3.08

Walker is back! And I'm gonna make this quick cause not a lot happens. There is a case, a missing rich dude who faked his death but the seemingly most important thing about that is that Captain James is on edge because of what Cassie and Walker did of opening the evidence case and the one who ends up getting the brunt of his anger is poor Trey! Captain screams at him because he and Cassie pursued a lead without contacting him even saying that maybe making Trey a ranger was a mistake. Captain James come over here I just wanna talk.

Anyways, the ep picks up where the last one left off with Abeline on the ground, they rush her to the hospital and it turns out she had a mild temporary stroke. Thankfully she's fine and makes a full recovery but she does need to make some changes less stress, a heart-healthy diet that kind of thing which are instructions that Bonham takes very seriously. It's actually quite sweet how he goes into protective mode and he wants to take care of her even doing research into things that could benefit her health, he does go a bit overboard with it though and Abeline has to talk some sense into him that she doesn't plan to live her life in fear.

He struggles with that a little bit because he doesn't want to think about her being gone but he does come around and realize that she's right, and he plans a really sweet, romantic dinner for them which is such a lovely scene. These two are definitely the highlight of this episode.

On the other side of the coin, something I didn't like was the resolution given to Stella and August fighting. At Abeline's request, Walker and the kids go to Dallas to try and get her brother because she wants to see him, and the whole time Stella and August are fighting and it all comes to an end as they're having breakfast. Walker tries to get them to talk and fix things but he does not know how to mediate and it starts to turn into one more fight so he's like "forget it, do what you want" and walks away. Stella and August start to go back and forth and what it all basically boils down to is Stella saying that the reason for August acting in such a way is because he misses their mom........*sigh*. And she's once again the bigger person telling him that she understands, that she's been through the same thing, and that while she's not their mom to let her be the person that he vents to and yells at..........Stella deserves better.

There are several things I don't like about this but I'll touch upon just two the first one is that they still have a father, Stella is taking on a level of responsibility that should not be hers, the person that should be telling August these things and taking on that responsibility of trying to fill in the gap that their mother left of being there when he needs someone to yell at and vent is Walker. The second is that August acknowledges that he and his mom were very close but he doesn't apologize to Stella, he doesn't acknowledge that he was in the wrong and that he hurt her these are things that better happen in the next couple of episodes or I'm going to be pissed. And actually, I will touch upon a third thing which is that I don't get how this kid is not in therapy or getting some counseling when he is clearly struggling with regulating his emotions and handling his anger. There's a whole storyline this season about how therapy has been beneficial to Liam yet not one single member of this family has considered that August would benefit from it as well.

I do like the conclusion with Abeline's brother because he misses her but he's not ready to see her yet but he does call her later that day. And I like it because it's real, last time they spoke they had a huge fight that made them go no contact for years. It's not easy to fix family relationships.

And then the episode ends on a shocker because Bonham tells Walker it's time to pack up and get his shit together. I'm paraphrasing. I get where Bonham is coming from but I cannot wrap my head around this- I think I'm too Latina for this because the thought of kicking your own son (and your grandchild!) out when he doesn't even live in the main house for no real reason cause yeah Walker's a mess who needs to get his shit together but that's not a reason! I would get it if he was a bad person, if he was being wildly irresponsible, bringing in drugs, didn't contribute anything but his biggest sin is not taking advice, not going to therapy, and that fatherhood has been kicking his ass lately. All Walker does is go to work, help out, and go to his little house to sleep. This is wild to me.

[holylulusworld]

Her substitute (5) - Baby Girl

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.

Square Filled: Free Space for @walker-bingo​​​

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Bonham Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Abeline Walker

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, remorse, idiots in love, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Walker, creampie, marking kink, marking, fluff

Word Count: 1,7 k

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<< Part 4

“...and even now, I think about him and his fucking hands.”

“Baby Girl,” pinned to the wall right next to the entrance of his house you ask yourself if it was the right decision to cave in once again. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, missed this pussy.”

“Cord,” while Cordell grips your ass tighter to pump up into you like a madman, you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. “Maybe we should go to the bedroom. What if someone sees us?”

“The kids are at my parent’s place,” he buries his face in your neck, groans deeply when you wrap your legs tighter around his waistline. “No one is going to disturb me while I destroy this cunt.”

“That’s not funny,” you pant, laughing when Cordell lifts his head to meet your eyes. “I don’t want anyone to see me—I mean, my naked ass.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” capturing your lips in a heated kiss Cordell takes your breath away. “No one is going to see you like this but me. No one.” He emphases his words with a particularly hard thrust. “But I can pin you to my bed later if you want me to.”

“Self-confident much, Mr. Walker,” you grin up at Cordell. “What if I will go after you made me cum?” he growls at your words, pushing even harder into you. He rocks your body, forces you to wrap your arms around his neck to hold tight onto him. 

“I will use my handcuffs and keep you locked away in my bedroom. No more New York, no more leaving me,” he captures your lips in a hasty kiss, breathes praises and your name against your lips. “Baby girl,” he says breathlessly, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed your stubborn ass too,” he grabs your ass harder, holds you against the wall with all his strength. The muscles in his arms strain and fuck, the veins in his neck pop out, “and your dick.”

“Fuck, Cordell!” you whimper with every harsh thrust. “What has gotten into you?” round two at the bedroom is much rougher than before.

Your hands restrained to his headboard with his handcuffs, legs over his shoulders, and your ass in a tight grip he pumps into you.

“Look at you, all spread out for me,” he slams into you, mercilessly jerking his hips into yours. “You’ll never take another cock. I’m the only man you can fuck.”

“If you keep on going like that, you’ll destroy my pussy,” tugging at the handcuffs holding you to the headboard you groan. “I will have bruises when you are done.”

“I’ll mark this body with my cock, hands, and teeth. You will wear my marks with pride and tell everyone it was me fucking you good,” Cordell squeezes your ass tightly. He smirks darkly, knowing you are close to falling apart. “I want you to cum all over me.”

“I-I’m on it,” sweat runs down your body, your muscles ache, and to be honest, you feel like you ran a marathon. “After that round, I need a break.”

“Aw, is my baby girl tired?” the sound of your slicked cunt taking his cock in fills the room and you pray, no one can hear your desperate wails when he tilts his hips to brush over your g-spot. “You are meant to take my dick. I will never not fill this cunt.”

“I—” a strangled cry is all you give Cordell in return when your cunt tightens around his length. His balls tighten and you can feel his cum shoot into your abused sex. He groans your name, hips jerking uncontrollably to pump every droplet into you. “Fuck, did you forget a condom?”

“No—” he drops your legs to cover your body, lips claiming yours in a dirty kiss. “I’ll cum inside of you anytime I want to from now on. You’re my girl.”

“You made a mess,” sighing you look down your body. “I’m sweaty, sore and now my thighs and pussy are sticky too.”

“Felt so good,” Cordell buries his face in your neck, kissing your skin softly. “I’ve missed this, missed you. I’ll never let you go again.”

“Do you want to keep me here, restrained to your bed?” you challenge. “I’m not against having you on top of me, but you’re heavy and I need a shower.”

“Just a minute,” he opens the handcuffs, thumbs gently caressing your wrists. ���How about we stay like this a few more minutes and I’ll clean you in the bathtub.”

“I thought—” you close your eyes when Cordell wraps his arms around your weak body. “Okay.” You don’t say what’s on your mind. 

“I know you believed I want you to go now, Y/N,” kissing your neck again Cordell sighs. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I was a fool for letting you go. I should’ve begged you to stay with me. It’s just, I felt like the worst person ever for seducing my wife’s best friend.”

“Can we have that shower now?” you sniffle, hiding you felt guilty every time you had sex with Cordell.

“Just one more minute, Y/N,” he whispers against your skin. “Let me hold you for a while. I need this, need you.”

“That’s a great bathtub,” you stretch your legs, smirking when Cordell runs his large hands over your breasts. “No touching, Sir.”

“Hey, that’s my bathtub, lady. You jumped into my bathtub and settled between my legs. Now your back is pressed against my chest and your ass rubs against my dick. If I share my water with you, I want to touch your tits.”

“Jesus don’t tell me you are hard again,” leaning back against his chest you sigh. “I can’t go again. I will be sore as hell, Cordell.”

He slowly runs a loofah over your skin, wondering if he should tell you what weighs heavy on his heart. “Baby—no Y/N,” he clears his throat. “I wanted to tell you. No, I must tell you that you mean the world to me.”

“That was cheesy, Mr. Walker,” you close your eyes to relax in Cordell’s arms. “Maybe I like you too.”

“You’re a brat only to be a brat,” he grumbles behind you. “I—fuck, baby girl. This is hard. No, it’s easy but I’m awful at talking about feelings. You know I loved Emily with all my heart, and a part of my heart will always belong to her, but if you want to have the rest of my heart it’s yours.” 

“Dude,” turning around in his embrace you lie on his chest. You grin up at Cordell, searching his face while you try to tame your wildly beating heart. “Did your dad write a speech for you?”

His cheeks turn pink, and you know, Bonham did write a speech for his son.

“What I tried to tell you is,” he hesitates, simply looks down at you on his chest. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, big dummy,” pressing your forehead into his shoulder you sigh. “But I can’t do this anymore. If you want to use my body and roll off seconds later to leave me alone in my cold bed, I’m out.”

“This is over, Y/N,” he whispers, ashamed he treated you badly. “Emily would be ashamed I treated her best friend as a warm body I can use to feel better. I promise to be a good partner, boyfriend, and lover from now on.”

“Y/N,” Stella grasps for your hand to drag you toward her grandparents’ house. “So, will you stay or go back to New York? Did dad apologize? Do you still like him? Wait, he held a speech right?”

“Stella, let the poor girl breathe,” Bonham chuckles. His eyes drift toward his son awkwardly stand behind you and his daughter. “Did you hold a speech, son?”

“He did the whole thing, Bonham. Next time, add roses and sweets,” you give Bonham a wink. “Now, what do we eat tonight?”

“I know what I’d like to eat,” Cordell whispers, eyes drifting toward you. 

“What did you say, Cordell?” Abeline asks, searching her son’s face. “We are having your favorite. Come in and help me prepare the dishes…”

“I have to announce something,” Cordell suddenly gets up from his chair to look around the table. “I’m glad everyone is here tonight. Firstly, I need to make sure you all know I will always love Emily, my wife,” he looks at his parents, nodding at his father, “and the mother of my children,” his eyes drift toward Stella and August. He sniffs, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stella asks, watching you squirm on your seat. “Please stop making me nervous.”

“I—you see,” your partner grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “I love Y/N,” he finally brings out. “I know this is sudden but, I want everyone to know she’s the woman I want in my life.”

“Cordell, son,” Bonham smirks, “we already knew you are in love with Y/N. Watching you pine over your partner was tragic and painful. I’m glad you manned up.”

“When will she move in with us?” Stella blurs out, looking at you. “Right! You will move in! We can have girls nights and talk trash about dad and boys. Oh, we can paint our nails pink.”

“Stella, calm down,” August snickers. “I’m sure Y/N will move in when she’s ready.” Cordell quirks a brow, wondering when his son became a man. “Now let’s have dessert.”

“No, I want to know when Y/N moves in! Her apartment is small, and she can sleep in dad’s bedroom every night if she moves in. I mean, there will be adult noises and I do not like imaging my dad—” shuddering Stella looks at you, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please…”

“Y/N, would you give me the honor and move in with me and my demanding daughter? August is easy to handle and you’ll barely recognize he’s around,” Cordell smirks when you nod silently. “See, it’s settled. Now let’s eat…”

Three months later you moved in with Cordell and his family. Giving your best friend’s husband and his family new hope and someone to lean on.

…and you gave yourself a loving boyfriend and two wonderful children you will love to raise with Cordell…

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[lailaphx-is-havin-a-crisis]

Walker spoilers!!

Douglas fir playing with my heart like “haha here have a christmas episode” and then breaking my heart every five minutes!!! WHAT THE FUUCCKKK!!!

cordell yelling at liam argh that little flinch when big bro slammed the door shut ughh please kill me now i hate it when they fight lol. but seriously though, that face -- it was so sam being yelled at by dean vibes. 

micki. do i need to say more? im still crying. these mfs be giving me one of the best characters on tv. for what? my heart cant take this. still, im glad lindsey is taking a decision to step off as she needs. go queeennnn we’ll miss you!!!

ooh i missed abeline tho.

still can’t seem to do anything but HATE all the davidsons. and at this point, i dont even know why. 

THAT SAID JENSEN DIRECTED EPISODE COMING UP SOON!!! WWOOOOOHHOOO!!!!

[storycatchersketchcollector]

Dearest Abeline

“Abeline, darling why do you feel so distant? I know you feel alone in this great wide world, but I miss you my dearest. I wish you would at least remember me when you feel like you’re about to fall into the depths of your despair. I’ve been standing here beside you this whole time trying so hard to reach out to you and yet every time I extend this arm of mine you step out further from my reach. Why can’t my voice reach you? Why don’t my words make it past your walls? What can I do to show you that you are not as alone as you believe? Please my dearest... I miss you... come back to me.” She whispered as her head dropped down into the folds of the white sheets that gathered near the slightly wrinkled hands that she held so gently and intimately.

The machines nearby continually beeping in their steady rhythmic way as the other woman lay there with her chest rising and falling in the same nature. The sunlight streamed in. It was a beautiful day outside. A perfect day by any standards. Yet here she was, unconscious with bandages across her wrists where the external evidence of her internal sufferings were scaring over under regularly changed coverings. The whiteness of the room; the sheets, the hospital gown and the light illuminating the entire room was glaring and ugly against the warm tones of her beautifully bronzed skin and jet black curls.

Isobel’s deep auburn hair lay spread out over her head as she silently cried into those same white sheets, like a mermaid beneath the surface of still waters, gently blowing in the breeze from the open window. Silently chastising herself for not seeing the signs, for not being there more, for not being more emotionally available for somehow missing the woman she loved more than anything else on this planet was hurting so badly that she would want to leave this world. She was going through the events of last week in her mind, remembering the conversations they had when they went out together for drinks and dancing. Nothing had seemed out of place. Nothing was different than before. Just like every other time, Isobel was madly in love with her best friend who showed no interest whatsoever in not only herself, but in anyone at all. She had been laughing and joking the whole time. She smiled and was animated when she began to describe her students and their dramas. She was passionate about the books and lesson plans she was preparing for the last semester of classes and excited about the prospects that her seniors had before them after graduation. So where did this come from? What had happened in a week? She had her own demons but nothing new that Isobel could recall.

...”Jonathan, I’m so sorry, Jonathan”... Isobel’s head jerked up as she turned to look at Abeliene’s face, which had tears stuck on her cheeks and her voice sounded distant and broken, like nothing Isobel had ever heard from her before, but it was her voice! She was still asleep but she wasn’t unconscious and that had to mean something.

“Abby, darling, it’s Izzy, my dearest please be ok, please!” She was crying again and the words were desperate pleas escaping from somewhere within her soul as she tugged the fragile hand up to her face and kissed it gently on each knuckle. Amazed once again at how aged her hands looked in her own despite them being born in the same year and same horiscope sign. “I don’t know who Jonathan is my dear, but it’s Izzy, your oldest friend, who loves you more than a sister and more than a lover and wants nothing more than for you to come home, please, my dearest, please come back to me.”

Abeline’s eyes fluttered and she moaned in agony as her neck rolled to the side so that her cheek rested on her left shoulder. “You look terrible.” She muttered as she gazed at the woman kissing her hand, makeup free, wearing a white t-shirt, yoga pants, her hair completely wild and free of styling products, and her eyes darkened from a night of no sleep and far too much crying but with the largest smile across her face possible.

“Well my dear, that is entirely your fault. Do you have any idea how worried I have been for the past 8 hours?” and without further pomp or decorum she leaned in and kissed her best friend in the softest possible way on the forehead. Her lips barely brushing her fevered skin before resting her own forehead on the same spot so that she could look her in the eye. “Don’t you ever do this to me again. Do you understand? You are never alone. You are never, ever alone. I don’t know what happened but you are a loved woman, and you cannot leave this world yet my dearest.” She breathlessly lectured before sitting back down, fully noticing the growing blush on her best friends neck.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t know how this happened.” She mumbled shyly, looking at her bandaged wrists for the first time, now puzzled as she lifted her face again, “Izzy, why don’t I remember how this happened?” A confused silence settled between them before she started again, even more quickly. “What happened to me? I’m not depressed. I’ve had anxiety for most of my life and depression when my dad died but I haven’t been depressed in years. I didn’t cut myself or rather I don’t remember cutting myself and I wouldn’t cut myself, why am I cut? How do I know that I’m cut? You haven’t said anything but I know that my wrists are cut. Who called the ambulance? How did I get here?” Her voice was growing frantic as she was trying to piece together fragments of memories. Her eyes darting across the room as she started searching for something or someone.

“Abby, who is Jonathan?” Izzy asked wondering if the unknown name from earlier might help to trigger some memory of what happened.

“Jonathan? Um, he’s the new long term substitute that took over for Mrs. Kelly when she went on Maternity leave this week, remember I told you about him when we went out. He just moved here with his sister and his mother. Why? I barely know him.” Abeline looked at Isobel with her eyes wide and her eyebrows furrowed, obviously even more confused.

“Dear, before you woke up you said ‘Jonathan, I’m so sorry, Jonathan’ and then you woke up. You were apologizing to him like you had just killed his puppy or broke his heart, yet you say that you barely know him. Also, I don’t know the answers to any of your questions. The hospital called me at 2 am. You came in on your own and asked for me. Well, that was what they told me when I got here. I think we need to retrace your past week my love, something is not right.” Isobel was searching Abeline’s face for some trace of recognition but all she saw was complete confusion and decided instead to drop the subject for now. “However, none of that can happen until you are strong enough to leave this room. How about some breakfast? Shall I call your nurse and let them know you’re awake?” She smiled the best that she could as she reached for the call button on the side of the bed, noticing that Abeline’s eyes had softened as she gently smiled and let her head sink back into the pillow. For now she would protect this angel of a woman from what ever demons happened to come their way. She would be ready for anything she promised herself silently as an incredibly tall woman with pale features and golden hair pulled back into a long braid entered the room with the familiar swish of scrubs and headed straight for the hand sanitizer.

[holylulusworld]

Her substitute (4) - Back Home

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms. 

Square Filled: Bonham Walker for @walker-bingo​​

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Bonham Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Abeline Walker

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, remorse, awkward situations, idiots in love, Walkers family is the best, arguments, implied smut

Word Count: 1,6 k

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

<< Part 3

“Y/N,” Stella clings to you, refuses to let go of you. The moment you got out of your old truck she jumped at you, crying as you came back. “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” you swallow thickly when Stella tells you how much she has missed you. For now, you will hide you still don’t know if you will stay or go back to New York. “How have you been? I know my departure was—sudden.”

“It was his fault, wasn’t it?” she chokes out, looking up at you. “Why can’t he just admit he wants to go out with you? Dad should stop being so stubborn.”

“Your father and I, we are friends and partners. It’s complicated, you know. Maybe it would be easier if I wasn’t your mom’s best friend. I think Cor—I mean your dad doesn’t know how to express his feelings. And I don’t know if it’s a good idea that I stay here.”

“Why? You are family, Y/N. Please don’t leave us again. August, he doesn’t show it but he’s missing you too. He’s as stubborn as dad,” Stella sighs when you run your hand over her hair. “Dad is an idiot for not seeing how much you care about him.”

“There she is, the long-lost daughter,” Bonham smirks when you walk toward the house, Stella hot on your heels. She refused to leave your side since you are back in town, even followed you home when you tried to change clothing.

“Hi,” you let Cordell’s father wrap you in a hug. “How have things been since I’ve been gone? Do you still drive your wife crazy?” he snickers at your words.

“So, you’ve become an important FBI agent now?” he looks at you, searching your face while hoping you will come back. “I heard about Cordell and you. Why didn’t you tell me you are about to become our new daughter-in-law?”

“Bonham,” you sigh, shaking your head lightly, “this is all a misunderstanding. Cordell and I are only friends and partners.”

“Do you want to tell me you left your home, your family for a job you don’t want out of the blue? I know about the blind date and that you left town right after you canceled, the party,” he slings one arm around your shoulders to lead you into the house. “I am an old man, not blind nor stupid.”

“Love is out of the question for Cordell and me,” Bonham doesn’t say a word. He guides you into the house, biting his tongue. “Emily was the woman he loved, and it will always be her for him. I don’t think he will be able to open his heart for someone else.”

“How about we save the heavy topics for later and have dinner? Abeline made your favorite, and she made a pie to die for, Y/N,” you hate to say no to Bonham, so you nod silently, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know, if he doesn’t man up and asks you out, I’ll handle this for him.”

“Bonham,” he laughs when you try to stop him from playing the matchmaker for you and his son. “Please don’t try to change his mind. Cordell is—”

“A stubborn man, but he has feelings for you, my dear. He’s like his old man,” Bonham ends your sentence. “Y/N, he’s a good man, with a broken heart. He just needs a little push. Let me push him if I must.”

“That’s delicious Abeline,” you try to break the awkward tension in the dining room. While Stella and August won’t stop asking questions about New York, the FBI and your training Cordell sits opposite you, frowning anytime you say something, “as always.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Cordell’s mother gives you a soft smile, offering another slice of the pie to you. “You are always welcome to join us for dinner. Cordell should invite you more often.”

“Mom,” Cordell clears his throat, eyes drifting toward you again. Tonight, he sticks to water, doesn’t even touch the beer his father offered to him. “Y/N will come around when she finds the time. She has her own life…maybe even in New York.”

“Dad,” Stella drops her fork. She grimaces, pointing her finger at you. “Do you want her to leave town again? Why don’t you ask her out? If you can go out with that other woman, you can go out with Y/N!”

“Stella,” August tries to spare you another hurtful scene. He’s grown for his age, and you give him a weak smile. “We talked about this, didn’t we?”

“Fine,” grasping for her water Stella glares at her father. “If she leaves all of us because of you, I will never forgive you.”

“I think that is enough,” Bonham speaks up. “Y/N doesn’t owe you anything, Stella. She is important to all of us, but this doesn’t mean she must stay in town and work as a Texas Ranger, not when she has the chance to become an FBI agent.”

“Grandpa,” Stella sniffs, looking at him, pleadingly. “Please. I don’t want to lose her too. He can’t ruin everything for us. Mom died because—”

“Enough,” this time you drop the fork. “It was my fault too. We arrested that man together. I was the one not wanting to give up and your mom and Jason paid the price. The guilt almost ate me up and your father was the one catching my fall,” you admit, pushing the tears away.

“What?” Stella inhales sharply. She always believed you are like Wonder Woman. Invincible and strong-willed. “But—but you seem so strong and…”

“Even the mightest people fall sometimes. It’s no shame to accept help from someone,” you clear your throat, eyes drifting toward Cordell. You know he’s ashamed Geri called you and that you saw him drunk once again. “Some people might say you are even stronger for accepting help.”

“Hi—erm, can I help you?” watching you clean the dishes Cordell awkwardly stands in the kitchen. “Mom said the dishwasher needs fixing. Let me lend you a hand.” He stands behind you to subtle sniff at your hair.

You can feel his chest press against your back when he tries to take the first plate out of your hand. “I—I can do this,” voice a little shaky you try to focus on the warm water soaking your hands, not the heat coming out of Cordell’s body. “How about you go back and chat a little or something.”

“Y/N, will it always be like that from now on? I want you to look at me the way you did before you left for New York,” he begins. “Please at least look at me. Even if you give me a dirty look. Just talk to me.”

“Do you think you are the only person thinking about shit all the time,” you place the plate back into the sink. “I think about Jason and Emily all the fucking time,” you turn around to jab your finger into his chest.

“Baby girl,” you whimper at the pet name. “I’m sorry—” he runs his large hands up and down your arms to calm you. “I should have stayed away from you, but I can’t. Y/N, I feel guilt too.” You huff at his words, not believing he feels sorry at all.

“Oh, you feel guilty for fucking me?” you retort, letting out a frustrated huff. “Do you know why I feel guilty, huh?” he shakes his head, swallowing thickly when tears well up to your eyes. “I feel guilty for getting them killed. I feel guilty for fucking my best friend’s husband. I feel guilty for hiding whatever we have from our families and friends. And I feel guilty for wanting you so bad that I can’t think straight when you are close to me.”

“Baby girl,” he gently cups your face, stroking your skin with his thumbs, “I’m so sorry for being an insensitive asshole. I should’ve told you how I feel a long time ago.” His lips softly press against your forehead, and you sigh deeply, hating he makes you feel weak all over again. “Please, give me a chance to show you I can be better.”

“I need to…I need to go,” you duck under his arm to escape the painful situation. Before you flee out of the house you look back over your shoulder to give Cordell one last glance. “Give me a few days to sort my thoughts, Cord. I just can’t be with you right now.”

“Hey, Ems,” you sit in front of your friend’s grave. “Do you think I should go back to New York? I-I know it’s wrong to love your husband, but I can’t stop my heart from beating only for him.” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Shit, I can still feel his hands on me. He’s just—fuck. Cordell gets under my skin, Emily.”

Silence is a good friend tonight, so you sit there in front of her grave, drinking your favorite beer. “Do you remember when we first met? I thought you hate me, and you believed I am too cool to hang out with you. But the truth is, back then, I thought you are the coolest girl I ever met.”

“Shit, I wish you were here with me, Emily. I swear, nothing would’ve happened between me and Cordell if you were here. I could’ve never done such a shady thing,” you sip at your beer, sighing deeply.

“...and even now, I think about him and his fucking hands. God, his hands all over me and his lips against my throat. I love when he calls me baby girl. It drives me crazy, and I believe that I will lose my mind.”

“Coming,” Cordell grumbles, reluctantly opening the door to his house. “Y/N?” he gasps when you grab his shirt to bring him down for a messy kiss. “Baby girl.”

“Just shut up,” cupping the back of his neck, you kiss him again, this time slow and gentle. “I-I don’t know what to do. I only know that I want you.”

“I want you too—” you find yourself in his arms, your legs around his waist as he carries you inside his house. “Let me show you how much, baby girl…”

>> Part 5

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Walker 1.14

This was good- it is kinda noticeable that this episode was not in the original plans for the season because remember this season was supposed to wrap up with episode 13 then they got picked up for more epis, so it has this slight filler-ish/bonus episode feel to it in my opinion. But it was good, it's like a little day in the life of these characters which made for a pretty chill hour of tv; nothing too exciting or massive happens but time was evenly divided between the characters and we see some of the different storylines being touched upon.

So what's happening in this episode...

The family is still trying to cope with the traumatic experience they went through and Hoyt's death. All of them are a mess, Stella is being consumed by guilt cause she feels like it's her fault, Abeline wants to protect her family, Bonham is losing himself in fixing up the ranch, Liam's not sure he wants to continue his campaign, August wants to cling to the few things his uncle left behind, Cordell and Geri are also dealing with guilt, and even Micki gets kind of caught up in this because Cordell took a leave of absence so she is temporarily left without a partner which makes her be passive aggressive to Cordell because she's too used to him being there.

Throughout the episode we see their grief and how they're dealing with things; Geri found out Hoyt was in the process of purchasing a plot of land but not just any piece of land it was one he and Geri had passed by once and she had commented it'd be a nice place to settle down 😭 Hoyt was too good for you Geri, he was too good for you.

Anyways, the deal fell through when Hoyt passed but he still had some personal belongings there that Geri had to go pick up before the new owners arrive so she asks Cordell to help her out and tells him to bring the kids along cause maybe the change of scenery will help them.

So, he signs his leave of absence, they take off and...what Hoyt left was 4 horses...and an alpaca they thought was a llama which Cordell wasn't exactly thrilled about he even tried to get rid of the alpaca and that was a whole thing because these are one of the few things Hoyt left behind so the kids, especially August, are adamant about keeping these animals that belonged to the uncle they loved, and lost in a very traumatic way. Cordell ends up having a change of heart, he realizes he was wrong to give away the alpaca so he goes to find it and turns out the alpaca is a girl and was in labor, she had a baby girl... which they end up naming Hoyt.

There's a couple moments between Cordell and Geri cause you know they still have that awkwardness of the kiss they shared and then Hoyt's death made things worse and I must say after everything that has happened I am so on the the nope train when it comes to those two hooking up, no thank you I don't like it, I don't want it. It just seems inappropriate and wrong.

Also, somehow Trevor is still in contact with Stella, I feel like there should be lawyers on either side advising against that, or at the very least somebody telling her to change her phone. But she ends up taking advice that Geri had given her, and she tells him she can't visit, that she needs to let go of the past and tells him goodbye. Good for you, Stella.

There is a sort of case in this episode; a veteran that Trey has PT with went missing and since he knows the dude well and he was one of the last people he was seen with Captain James asks him to help out, and Micki volunteers as well so we get to see a bit of Trey and Micki working together which was really nice. The case was pretty predictable, the person that went missing was about to lose their home so they got into underground fighting to make quick cash. However, there is a hilariously unrealistic moment when they go to where the fight is being held, and Micki and Captain James are dressed head to toe in their work uniforms, there is no way in hell that two cops are gonna casually stroll into an underground fight ring where they're even gambling and get info, those people would have fled like rats, hell there probably would have even been somebody outside making sure the authorities don't show up but maybe things work differently in Texas 😂

Anyhow, the guy they're looking for can't fight because of his CET, so Micki fights in his place (but not before Trey volunteers and takes his shirt off thank you script writer 🤤) which was awesome to see and I wish we had gotten more of; also I must make the note that as somebody who watches SEAL Team and was left scarred by the episodes they did about TBI's in war veterans seeing this show be so casual about this vet having brain trauma makes me want to scream.

While all this is going on, back at the ranch Liam is still recuperating and he's being pestered by journalists. Abeline is taking care of him but it's clear she needs a break so Bonham calls Stan whose existence I tend to forget. And while Stan is with Liam, Bonham offers to go mushroom hunting with her because he knows it's something that means a lot to his wife. Which leads to the cutest scene of them just giggling on the floor together, it's so adorable.

Oh, there's also this small side thing where Bonham didn't want to get cancer treatment but then he ends up deciding to do so.

Stan...is actually a really decent dude, even though Liam is his political rival he encourages him to stay on the race and even gives him his first campaign donation. Also, Liam might get back together with Brett cause he found out what happened and wants to talk, good luck to them they were cute together.

Then it all ends with a cute scene between Cordell and Micki where they hug and he calls her family ❤

And because Hoyt's death didn't hurt enough the final shot is Cordell realizing that ingrained into the gate of the new alpaca area it says it's in memory of Hoyt, show I'm already sad about that death why do you add to it 😭

All in all, solid episode, like I said very day in the life which personally I don't mind especially since the last episode was so massive it's nice to get something a little more mellow before we get back into big plot lines.