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baseballbitch116 · 2 years

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Teasing The Archer

Request: “Anything I mean really ANYTHING with jealous Daryl will make me beyond happy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 even the tiniest snippet ♥️♥️♥️”

Prompt: Daryl can’t help but be jealous when someone is blatantly flirting with his girl

Warnings: None

"C’mon Y/N, please!” Henry begged as he followed you down the street. Daryl was approaching you, a grin on his face as he watched the young boy beg for you to get Daryl to teach him how to use his crossbow.

You sighed and shook your head playfully at the teenager.

“You gotta ask him yourself, Henry.” You reply.

“But he’s intimidating.” Henry all but whines. “Please? You’re so nice and kind and sweet... He’ll listen to you!” He begs. You bite your lip to keep from laughing at his attempts to persuade you.

“Are you flirting with me or asking for my help, Henry?” You ask, spotting Daryl approaching from behind the kid.

“Uhhh.... Both? Whatever gets you to say yes.” He grins.

“Ohh, yer flirtin with my girl, huh?” Daryl pats Henry’s back, scaring the crap out of him. His face gets beat red and he stammers over his words.

“Oh, uh, no! I, um, no...” He trails off. You can’t help the laugh that escapes and Daryl pretends to be angry with Henry.

“Nah, ya are. Now ya gotta fight me.” He jokes. Henry can clearly see that Daryl’s not serious but he still takes a step away and looks nervous.

“Aww poor Henry! You’re scaring him!” You tease, walking over and hugging the teenager into your chest, pretending to be protective. The sight, despite playful and not serious - makes a small twinge of jealousy appear in Daryl’s chest.

“Ight that’s it, ima kick yer ass now.” Daryl theatens, scooping you away from Henry by the waist and pulling you into him, pretending to put you in a headlock. You giggle uncontrollably and Henry finally lightens up, laughing along too.

When Daryl lets you go, he looks over at Henry. “If ya want me to teach ya, ya just gotta ask yer mom.” He shrugs.

“Really? Oh thank you so much!” Henry exclaims, running off in search of Carol. You chuckle and wrap your arms around Daryl’s waist, looking up at him affectionately.

“Ya better not leave me for a teenager.” He grumbles with a smirk on his face.

“I dunno...” You tease, pulling away again. Daryl glares at you and then you take off running, him close behind. “Ahhh. Jealous Daryl is scary!” You shout over your shoulder, teasing the archer, whose face turns slightly pink. God, you loved him...

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traceyaudette · 3 years

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Hello Again-9

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Panic filled me, when I heard Burt's voice, seeing him coming towards me sent me into fight mode. He promised I was free, that I could come find my dad. I jerked my arm free from Deputy Hale, and jumped from the jeep, I attempted to push passed Opie.

I felt Opie's arm wrap around my waist, pulling me to his chest. He kissed the top of my head, before pushing me behind him.

"I've got you!" I grabbed onto the back of his kutte. My body was shaking. I saw my dad and Jax getting off their bikes, storming towards us.

"Who is that (Y/N)?" Tig asked standing beside me.

"My step father Agent Burt McGuire. "

XXX

Tig felt his anger surge at (Y/N)'s answer. This is the man that took his little girl from him, and kept her away. Agent Burt McGuire is trying to take her back, before Tig can get to know her again.

He lunged towards McGuire, intending to make him a strange smell in Chigger Woods. He felt Jax's hand on his shoulder, Tig took a moment to calm down.

"You've made a mistake, this is my daughter (Y/N) Trager. This is her old man Opie. They were just clearing up a misunderstanding between her and the Deputy. "

XXX

Opie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her close to him. He ran his hands down her body, and then kissed her gently. "Are you whole babe, Captain America didn't rough you up, did he?"

"No...I'm fine I should have watched my mouth. I know better to mouth off." She looked at Hale. "I'm sorry David.....I'll slow down and not speed."

David glared at her, pulling out his summons book, and writing her a ticked. "Slow down (Y/N), and watch your attitude. Next time I'll lock you up!"

Opie pulled her towards his bike, kissing along her neck. "Baby, I'm sorry I was a jackass, let's go home and make up!" He grinned down at her.

"Take me home baby!" She smiled up at Opie.

Opie pulled her towards his bike. Hoping to make a getaway. Tig was following close behind them.

Opie turned and looked at Burt, and glared at him.

"Stay away from my old lady!"

XXX

Hale got out of his jeep, and started inside. Burt grabbed his arm.

"Aren't you going to do something? They took my step-daughter!"

"Agent McGuire, that is not your step daughter. Her identification shows she is (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Trager."

Agent Burt McGuire refused to let the biker gang to keep what he worked so hard for. He would take down the club and get his Sophia.

XXX

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idorkish · 3 years

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Fly Away Chapter 7

A/N - Thank you for the patience with this series! We are nearing the end of this part of the series, before the season rewrites start. There is a mention of homophobia and hints of previous child abuse.

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Time always seems to fly faster than one remembers. One moment, Angel was welcoming Happy back to Tacoma and trying to catch up. The next, she was taking her final tests and submitting her senior project.

Now, Angel stood in her bedroom and smoothed down the front of her dress. Graduation day was finally here. She and Johnny had made it the last 4 years together. Things had been weird between her and the club. Angel wasn’t sure where the issues were coming from but she knew not to ask about it. For most of the year, Angel and Johnny mostly kept to themselves. They would make appearances when needed or go to lockdown when told. If the Mother Charter came for a visit, Angel would hang around the club and do what was needed to make their stay welcoming.

It had been 7 months since Angel last saw Kozik, with some croweater kneeled before him. Part of her ached, she knew she had started to develop feelings for him. The distance was obviously the universe’s way of sparring her heart from hurting more and telling her to get over it.

Now, it was time to finally be done with school and move on with their lives and Angel couldn’t help but think back on the last few years. So much had gone on and happened that it felt like a blur. Angel thought back to Johnny’s initial meeting with the Sons of Tacoma. Word had spread down to Charming about Angel seeing someone and she was annoyed at how many calls she had gotten so soon after. Bobby had called her laughing, wondering what she was pulling by saying she was dating him. That’s when Angel spilled the beans (well half of the beans) and stated they were just trying to make it believable to trick his family. Bobby had found that even more amusing and promised to relay the message to the rest of the family for her. She hoped they wouldn't tell anyone. The more people who believed the lie, the better.

Angel had kept writing to Edward and updating him on almost everything that had been happening. She told him about Johnny but could never write about her time with Kozik. She didn’t get many letters back, but she cherished each one.

The band had been doing so well and they had opportunities to expand out towards Seattle for shows. Angel and Johnny ended up moving into an apartment together. They were over at one of the apartments anyway, and it just made sense to live together and save some money in the process. It also helped solidify their lie even more.

After the graduation ceremony, Angel and Johnny stood in front of their families and smiled. Angel had begged her family to just play along with whatever Angel and Johnny said when around his family. They had told Bobby about Johnny’s parents. How they were “devout” Christians who beat him when he expressed questions on his sexuality and attempted to send him to a conversion camp when he was a young teen. They didn’t even know Angel and Johnny were living together. He was too afraid to let them know much of anything about his life while in college.

So now, there they all stood. Johnny had his arms wrapped around Angel's waist and they smiled as everyone kept taking pictures. Johnny’s parents wouldn’t stop going on about their future together.

“Congratulations to you two! Oh, I am so proud of you both graduating together. It’s so sweet! I bet we’ll be hearing soon about you two FINALLY getting engaged! Four years together is a long time, you’ve both matured. It’s time to settle down!” Johnny’s mom beamed at the two and it took everything for Angel not to laugh. Instead, she gripped at Johnny and looked around for her family to save her.

“Who’s getting engaged?” a voice called out from behind.

“Daddy!” Angel ran over and threw her arms around her father before whispering in his ear, “Save us before she talks us to death please!”

Bobby squeezed Angel and laughed. “Congratulations pumpkin. The first Munson to graduate college! I am so proud of you.”

“Dad, these are Johnny’s parents, Bethany and Michael.”

Bobby held out his hand and smiled at the two. "Nice to meet ya."

"Nice to meet you as well. Will Mrs be joining us?"

Bobby and Angel froze at the question and Johnny scrubbed his hand down his face. "Dad, I told you she wasn't in the picture and not to ask," he hissed.

Johnny was just shushed by his father.

"Don't worry kiddo. Nah, there is no mrs. She decided very early on that she didn't want to be a mother and left. I've been raising her with the help of my family."

Angel beamed as she heard the familiar laughter of her surrogate mothers and turned to watch Luanne, Gemma, and Clay make their way over. "There's our girl! First in the family to finish and get her degree! We're so proud of you sweetheart. And Johnny! Congratulations sweetie!"

"Mom, Dad. This is Gemma, Clay, and Luanne, Angel’s aunts and uncle. Gemma’s dad is a preacher…” Johnny let the words slip out and cringed at the smile that spread across this mother’s face.

Gemma raised her brow at Johnny before putting a smile on her face and turning towards his mother. Angel turned and hid her face against Clay, trying her best not to start laughing. Clay was doing his best to hold in his laugh. They knew Gemma would play the perfect part but, poor Johnny. He was going to get it later.

The rest of the evening went by without too many issues. Angel did her best to keep the discussions to non-hostile conversations. When asked what both of their plans now that they graduated, Angel wasn’t sure how to answer. She knew Johnny had already applied to Grad school and would be staying in Tacoma until that was finished. Further education was not for her, at least for now.

“Johnny and I’ve already talked about this. I’m probably going to go back to Charming and help out with the garage and my Aunt Luanne’s business, at least until he’s done with school. Then we’ll decide.”

Angel knew she should have talked to Bobby about the plan to return, but she had a feeling none of them would mind. Bethany just smiled at the answer while the others raised a brow.

Bethany turned to Luanne, “So what sort of business do you have?”

Angel felt her heart drop to her stomach and stared with wide eyes as Luanne turned towards her and smirked. Was she going to actually tell her…

“Oh, just a little modeling and video studio...for the locals”

Angel just hid her face in her hands and prayed for the meal to be over soon.

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Angel spent the next month in Tacoma, packing up all her stuff and making sure that Johnny would be fine without her. It would be weird going back to Charming but Angel had missed it. She would be closer to her family and would have the ability to see Precious and little Robbie more often. Since the divorce, Precious had kept her distance from everyone. She and Angel talked as much as possible on the phone and Precious had managed a visit or two with Robbie without Bobby knowing. Plus, Angel knew there wasn’t anything in Tacoma left for her. She would come back and see Johnny, or he’d come down to see her. That much she was sure of.

Angel would be moving back into her old room for the time being, at least until she could get on her own two feet. It would be like old times, just her and her dad. The thought slightly terrified Angel. She knew that moving back meant that she would be under the watch of the club. Her every action and interaction would be known because there would always be someone watching her. But there would be Bambi, Robbie, and Donna to help keep her grounded and sane.

The move back to Charming was almost an uneventful one. It felt like the whole club had made their way up to help Angel move. When she heard the roar of bikes nearing the apartment, Angel squealed and ran out to wait for them. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she watched the bikes line up near the moving van. Angel made her way over to hug everyone and let them know what was left.

She already had most of her stuff loaded into the truck and only had the bigger items. She leaned back against the van with Gemma, watching the men move the remaining things into the van. Once everything was done, Angel watched in amusement as Clay informed Jax and Opie that they would have to decide who was driving the van back down to Charming with Gemma. The two bickered and after a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors, Jax lucked out and Opie was pushing his back up the ramp into the back of the van and securing it down.

The drive down to Charming made Angel laugh - it looked like she had her own personal guards. Bobby and Clay rode in front, the van behind her, and Jax bringing up the rear. As they started to pull away from the apartment, Angel glanced in the side mirror and smiled as she saw the familiar vehicle pulling up and the figure watching the small caravan drive away. Angel stuck her arm out the window and waved back at Johnny, who blew a kiss before making his way back inside.

She would call him once she made it to Charming. And although she would miss him, this was the next step of her life.

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neganandblake · 4 years

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

[Blake goes to find Negan and tries to figure out why he’s been keeping tings from her?]

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It took Blake ten minutes to find Negan, now walking alone down one of the darkened Sanctuary hallways.

He was bundled up, with a thick navy jacket thrown over his usual leather one, carrying Lucille in one hand, and Blake noted that Mia was absent from the other.

But knowing that the toddler was likely safe somewhere, Blake had far more pressing matters to corner him about.

"Peaches," grinned the dark-haired Saviour, glancing over her shoulder covertly for a moment, checking there was no one else around. "Can I jus' say, you look like one smokin' hot mamma, this afternoon-"

"Don't flirt with me, Negan," Blake snapped, coming to stop a mere breath away from him, looking stern and jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "Why didn't you tell me that people were getting sick, huh?"

Blake saw the smile falter from Negan's face.

"Darlin'-"

"No, Negan, I'm serious. I'm done with you keeping shit like this from me," she said angrily. "We're supposed to be a team here-"

"Yeah I know that," said Negan suddenly frowning himself. "But Carson was handlin' it."

Blake gave an enormous huff at his words, raising her hands in exasperation. "And what happens if this spreads? What if everyone gets sick? What if people start dying, Negan?"

But before the blonde could say another word, Negan had grasped both her wrists stopping her mid-gesture.

"If that shit happens, getting wound up about it ain't gonna help anyone!" he said stopping Blake in her tracks, her visibly calming before him. "We've got a damn doctor here an' that's more than most-"

But Blake shook her blonde head looking forlorn.

"I know but at some point were going to run out of meds and if that happens people won't want to stay here. There's only so loyal they can be when people start dying," she admitted, her shoulders slumping dejectedly. "You just should have told me is all."

Negan gave a long hearty sign, letting go of Blake's wrists.

"Sorry, Doll," the dark-haired Saviour exhaled, running a hand down his visibly exhausted face. "Jus' had a lot of shit on my mind lately and didn' wan' to offload any of that crap on you."

And for the first time today Blake looked at Negan. Really looked at him.

He looked almost a shadow of the man he had been just a few weeks ago.

Heavy purple bags lay beneath his eyes and Blake was almost certain his hair was flecked with a little more grey than normal.

His shoulders rolled forward and he looked strained. Like everything at the moment was really taking a hard toll on him.

"Negan, I'm here to help. Offload all you want," Blake said with a small shake of her head. "If I can't help, I won't, simple as that."

Negan gave a hefty sigh.

"I know Darl'. I guess I jus' didn' think that layin' all that shit on a pregnant gal was the gentlemanly thing to do."

Blake smirked at his response, one of her slender eyebrows raising up into her hairline.

"Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?" she teased, licking her lips.

At her words Negan seemed to relax a little, lifting his chin and grinning back at her.

There it was. That spark back within his gaze again.

"So where'd you ditch Mia this time?" Blake pressed as the pair soon fell into step with one another, making their way back toward the large dining hall, as Blake slipped her hand easily into his.

Negan gave a huff.

"With Frankie," he replied, gesturing before him with the hand now carrying Lucille. "Kid was fine one minute, an' the next, all hell breaks loose. She jus' starts bawlin' for no damn reason!"

Blake offered him a bemused look.

"Must have been a reason," the blonde poked. "I swear if you've been telling her any more of your stories-"

The dark-haired man certainly was keen on telling Mia all sorts of gory, boastful stories about his rise to the top during their walks. Never in Blake's presence of course, as he knew full well his balls would be on the line. But of course, every time Mia had nightmares about "monshters", the blonde was very aware it was likely down to Negan these days.

"Wasn' me, Darlin'!" Negan said loudly, leaning back on his legs as he looked at her. "Kid's been outta sorts all mornin'. Huffin' at me one minute like I wronged her in some fuckin' way. Then the next minute its all tears and wailin'. Kinda like her Mom-OUCH!-"

Negan winced as Blake dug him in the side of the ribs with her elbow.

"-alright, alright, cool it, Peaches, I was jus' kiddin' around."

But the blonde looked up to see the dark-haired fiend grinning back at her, and so gripping his hand ever-tighter, the tall pair headed around the corner, leaving the cold hallway behind them silent and empty once more.

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Just a short little chapter to tide you over! Hope that was ok!

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superprincesspea · 7 years

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TWD i am a 31 year old, 5'6 red hair/ blue eyes. I love to drink coffee, read, and losten to music.

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juggiesbetts · 7 years

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Did you have a good day?

yes!

ask me a question and i can only answer with yes or no

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bob-giovanni · 5 years

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TV Tag Game

Rules: Post 10 gifs of your favourite tv shows without the titles and then tag 10 people

Thanks for tagging me, @collette04!!!

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noodlecupcakes · 5 years

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Happy Fucking Valentines Day (Negan Fic Exchange 2.0 hosted by Annablack1102)

My prompt was ‘What the fuck?’ and this is for @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 (can't tag her for some reason)

I realize this isn't quite OC or reader like in the rules but this idea was just too good to pass up so sorry, please forgive me

Lucille’s P.O.V

I glanced at the clock for the tenth time this evening. He was two hours late home. He’d told me this morning he’d be home around five. It was now seven. Dinner was cold, and it seemed like I’d wasted my time in trying to make a nice fucking dinner for him. On Valentine’s day too. Way too go Negan. He hadn’t bothered to answer my calls or texts. This was officially the worst Valentine’s day. And not just because he was two hours late home. The drive to work wasent that long and even if traffic were bad he would have been half an hour at the most. He normally didn’t have paperwork on Wednesdays, so he couldn’t use that excuse. It didn’t take a genius to work out why he was so late. And this wasn’t the first time either.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Fuck him. I got up from the table and cut myself a portion of lasagne to put in the microwave. I set the timer and leant against the kitchen counter, waiting for it to heat up. It was then that I heard the familiar sound of his key in the lock. Now he shows up. And this time I was done being the stupid blind wife. Negan came in with an apologetic look on his face. “I know I’m an asshole for being this late, on Valentines day too,” he spoke. He met my gaze, he knew this time sorry wasn’t quite going to cut it. I waited for his excuse, what lie was he going to tell me this time? “There was a lot of paperwork and then my car wouldn’t start so I had to call someone out to take a look at it,” Negan explained.

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest. Really? This was by far his worst excuse to date. “Then why didn’t you answer my calls or texts?” I asked. “My phone died.” All of this was seeming more and more convenient. “And nobody had a phone you could borrow?” I continued. “I know how it sounds sweetheart, I’m sorry. I really am. You know I’ll make it up to you.” I knew there was one thing that would definitely confirm my suspicions. I stepped closer to him, holding him at arm’s length. I could already smell the fucking perfume on him, cheap perfume too. One that only a fucking student could afford.

I slapped him hard. I wanted to keep hitting him, I wanted to scream at him. How fucking dare he?! He looked hurt and confused. “You fucking cheating asshole!” I spat. “Whoa, what the fuck? Cheating? Where the fuck did that come from?” “Please have some fucking decency and don’t continue to lie to my fucking face! I know its been going on for months now, I guess I just didn’t want to believe it at first, but now I guess I have no choice. Two hours late home to your fucking wife on Valentines day because you were too busy fucking a student! Your disgusting!” Negan sighed, looking defeated. At this point tears were rolling down my cheeks and I felt like pulling my hair out, screaming, throwing something, stamping my feet. Something to express the rage I currently felt towards my husband.

Till death do us do part my fucking ass. This asshole fucking cheats on me and is now going to outlive me, it just wasn't fucking fair. Negan tried to hold my hands in his, but I snatched them away. “I never meant for it to go on as long as it did,” he explained. “That’s supposed to make feel better?” “There's nothing I can do or say right now that will make this better or fix this. I know that. I’m sorry Lucille.” Was this because I wasn’t good enough? I wasn’t young enough anymore, wasn’t pretty enough or as adventurous in the bedroom? Was this because I couldn’t give him a fucking baby like we’d wanted so bad?

“I guess that you’ve told me your news, I should tell you mine. Seems only fair right?” I spoke. If it were possible Negan looked even more panicked at my words. What other bomb could possibly go off tonight? “I had an appointment at the hospital today. I did mention it to you before you left this morning but I’m guessing you had more important things on your mind,” I snapped. He remained silent, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, trying to not sound weak. “T-turns out I’ve got cancer. And I'm already at stage three, which pretty much means I’m fucked,” I managed, my voice wavering and cracking.

Negan looked at me like his world had come crashing down around him. I guess it had in a way. His eyes filled with tears, unsure what to say or do. What could he do with this situation? His stupid affair was no longer a secret and his wife was now dying. Two for the price of one. At a time like this we should be comforting each other, but I didn't want him to even try to touch me. “I don't know what to say that'll make this better,” he spoke softly. “There's nothing you can say, for once. There's nothing I can say. This situation fucked.” “That’s one way of putting it.”

I looked him dead in the eye. I didn't want to be mad at him forever and I didnt have the time to hold it against him or make him grovel and beg. I didn't want to spend what time I had left feeling angry and bitter. We would have to move past this eventually. “I don't want to talk about it tonight but tomorrow I want you to tell me everything. I want you to promise me right fucking now that this affair shit is done with. You'll call it off with her tonight,” I said as calmly as I could. He nodded in agreement, not trying to worm his way out of it or put it off. He knew it was the right thing to do. If he wanted me to start forgiving him.

“I'll take the couch,” he spoke. “That’s probably a good idea.” I took my dinner out of the microwave, that had finished heating up ages ago. I'd have it upstairs in bed, he could do whatever so long as that affair ended tonight. “Happy fucking Valentine’s day Negan,” I spoke. He slightly smiled at this, finding a little humour in my sentence, “happy Valentines day.”

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