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danaredbeard · 8 days

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The Ones Who Live - Season Two

synopsis (in my head)

8935% Speculation

Rick doesn’t want to see anybody.

He is cocooning with his family trying to get to know the children and reaquanted with Michonne. He has become a house husband cooking and walking his children to school.

The Brave Man is now the “I don't want to be bothered man”. All he wants to do with his second chance is to love on his wife who is pregnant and care for his children. Let someone else be the HERO.

The community may have fond feelings for him but what he remembers from his last days is that Carol abandoned him on the bridge project and Daryl and Maggie colluded behind his back to kill Negan...setting him on a course of being impaled by rebar.

Rick and Michonne welcome twin girls Sasha and Rosita true female warriors. He joins a “Daddy daycare” group with Eugene.

Morgan arrives (harbinger of change) and tells him about Texas. Still Rick doesn’t want to know.

Meanwhile, in the background we see that factions of the CRM are reforming. Rick and Michonne are starting to put the pieces together of how the CRM has been entwined in their lives since the Sanctuary.

Inciting Incident

They are attacked , my guess they are at the Commonwealth. Someone close to them dies... Ezkiel, Eugene, Morgan...

Aaron finally come cleans because the CRM has been dismanteled, that he Rick was right from the start. The big revelation is that Alexandria was a CRM outpost. When he found them in the barn he was looking for people to trade to the CRM for protection and supplies. That truck Rick and Daryl found was meant to exchange for the A’s Rick, Michonne and Daryl. The ones that Deanna wasn’t going to give jobs. They literally stamped an A on Rick’s hand.

However, I think that Aaron talked Deanna out of it because he saw and heard how they worked together to save themselves, and how they saved his boyfriend. Instead, Deanna decided to have Rick and Co teach them how to survive.

Over in CRM ville, Thorn didn't die she is now helping to achieve order... but she is over her head and calls Rick to help. Sumptin sumtin happens and she is really killed this time leaving Rick in charge of the CRM.

Michonne sends her people out to find the Caravan people with Elle. She offers them an opportunity to settle with them in Cascadia and Portland. Just in the nick of time because the megaherd has changed course and was headed directly towards them.

Flashback: Nat teaching the others how to make incindiaries

Rick reaches out to old aquaintences like Carol but warns her that there are spies amongst them and sends her on a quest to find Daryl and tell him about the worldwide network that still exists with the leftovers of the CRM. That he needs to shut it down in Europe. This is why Carol was so matter of fact on the phone with Daryl.

Flashbacks: The photo that Jadis took of Rick when she was holding him in his underwear in the container marked with an A is seen in the hands of Okafor. Okafor knew who Rick was before he arrived and that is why he picked him out from day one. I think Okafor had a profile of Rick starting with the Terminus people who also were going to trade Rick to the CRM. They had put him in the railroad carriage marked with an A and they had marked Father Gabriel church with an A. Three times Rick was marked with an A: Terminus, Alexandria and Jadis. Okafor has been seeing Rick's name come up for years so was shocked that he finally landed in his hands... and this is why Jadis was rapidly promoted.

The season is filled with these revelations and the biggest towards the end is that Negan was also part of the CRM. Rmember when he put an A on Daryl and that his whole set up was eeirly simialr to that of the CRM. He hid his base of operations. They had fuel outposts. Delineation between that As and Bs and one Commander. He was trying to get all of his "wives" pregnant. I was rewatching and Negan said he took it from some "military guy". The big giveaway is if Okafor had Deanna’s video of Rick… last seen in Negan’s hands.

I think the real reason Negan killed Simon was because he had killed all the CRM in Jadis's camp. The reason Jadis hamburgered them was because she was taking a stand against the CRM otherwise she could have easly called them to collect "fresh specimens".

This season is going to take on a whole new tone. There will not be one big baddie but several smaller fires that need to be put out. Perhaps Beale's son could be seen as the Big Baddie but that is so "expected" that I think it will not happen. What I think will happen is a several groups acting independently which increases the stakes substantially, because it is no longer about getting rid of one person, cutting the head off of the snake.

They also have to deal with the mega hoards that the CRM created.

Rick has to come clean. He did something that he say he could never tell Michonne.

The first season already hinted how it is connected to TWD Daryl Dixon and TWD Dead City. The boat yard that Michonne was looking for I think is somehow connected to the Atlantic crossings to Europe and connected to Okafor “supposedly” finding Thorne in the ocean something about her story doesn’t add up. The midnight raid that Rick and Thorne did when they found the little girl I think is somehow related to Dead City. Dead City produces its own fuel and we saw the fuel trucks.

I was going to write several posts about the breadcrumbs Gimple has leaft over the years but decided to just do one speculative post on how they would be introduced. The interesting thing is I was writing this 8 years ago but I deleted my old tumblr account.

Thoughts???

#the ones who live #towl #rick grimes #michonne grimes #twd towl #richonne

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tuppencetrinkets · 1 month

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Sorted caps from The Walking Dead seasons 10 & 11, Walking Dead: Dead City S1, Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon S1 and Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live. You can also find sorted caps from TWD S 1, 2, 4, 5 and 7 here.

Aaron - Ross Marquand - 10,000

Alden - Callan McAuliffe - 2,000

Alpha - Samantha Morton - 4,000

Beale - Terry O'Quinn - 1,500

Carol - Melissa McBride - 16,000

Connie - Lauren Ridloff - 4,000

Daryl - Norman Reedus - 25,000

Elijah - Okea Eme-Akwari - 1,500

Eugene - Josh McDermitt - 14,000

Ezekiel - Khary Payton - 7,000

Gabriel - Seth Gilliam - 5,000

Hershel - Logan Kim - 1,000

Isabelle - Aerli Austen - 10,000

Jadis - Pollyanna McIntosh - 4,000

Jerry - Cooper Andrews - 3,000

Juanita "Princess" - Paolo Lazaro - 6,000

Judith - Assorted - 8,000

Kelly - Angel Theory - 3,500

Lance - Josh Hamilton - 8,000

Laurent - Louis Puech Scigliuzzi - 5,000

Leah - Lynn Collins - 3,500

Lydia - Cassady McClincy - 6,000

Maggie - Lauren Cohan - 21,000

Magna - Nadia Hiker - 3,000

Marion - Anne Charrier - 2,000

Maxine - Margot Bingham - 2,500

Michael - Michael James Shaw - 2,500

Michonne - Danai Gurira - 10,000

Nat - Matthew August Jeffers - 2,000

Negan - Jeffrey Dean Morgan - 18,000

Pamela - Laila Robins - 6,000

Pearl - Lesley Ann Brandt - 3,000

Pope - Ritchie Coster - 1,500

Rick - Andrew Lincoln - 13,000

Rosita - Christian Serratos - 10,000

Sebastian - Teo Rapp-Olsson - 2,000

Siddiq - Avi Nash - 3,500

The Croat - Zeljko Ivanek - 2,000

Yumiko - Eleanor Matsuura - 9,000

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she-wolf09231982 · 16 days

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Joe Liebgott

“You Nervous?”

Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicated…until it wasn’t and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF

This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls ❤️ hope you like it Nat!

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real Marines the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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You weren’t the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.

It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.

Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe Roe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.

Easy accepted you as one of their own…except for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a ‘broad,’ as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.

You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.

They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there

"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"

"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.

"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.

"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.

"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joe’s neck.

“Lieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.” Doc added.

“Yeah, no thanks, Doc, I’m good.” Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.

“Joe, I wasn’t askin’ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then you’ll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ain’t got enough hands to help ya.” Doc said sternly.

Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.

You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked harshly.

“I was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?” You ask.

“Oh, I don’t know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckin’ Krauts!” He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.

“Ok well then let’s get this fixed, shall we?” You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.

You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.

“Ack! THAT HURT!” He barked.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!!”You bit back.

You over his childish behavior towards you.

“Just get it over with.” He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.

You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didn’t need to stitch it, that would’ve been hell for both of you with his attitude.

“There. You’re good.”

“Fantastic.” He replied without a thank you.

He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.

The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadn’t dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadn’t been with Easy Company then, so this would be Theo first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,

“Hey! Get a load of this!” Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.

Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his next. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.

Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.

“…Woah.” Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.

“Not bad, eh, Lieb?” Tab teased.

He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.

The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.

“May I have this dance?” He asked politely with a slight bow.

Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.

“Maybe the next song.” You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.

“Come on, doll, no time like the present, right?” He insisted ya king you be the arm to the dance floor.

Liebgott’s clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.

“Hey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?”

Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, you look a little…pissed.” Toye said plainly.

“Well, I ain’t.” Joe retorted.

He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldn’t find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.

He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.

“You said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!” He said.

“Fine, just this once.” You accepted.

You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so you’d keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to my-“ you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.

“Oh we ain’t done here, honey.” He declared.

You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.

“Get your meat hooks off of me.” You warned through clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He mocked.

“Or you’ll have half of Easy raining down on you.”

You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squatting up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.

“Come on, guys, there’s enough ladies here to go around, why can’t I have a little fun with this one?”

“Because she don’t wanna have fun with you.” Joe shot back, “Let her go.”

The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.

Suddenly you feel Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.

“What the fuck is the matter with you??” He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That could’ve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.” He lectured.

“How do you know how much I’ve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who I’m interacting with anyway?” You returned crossing your arms.

Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger stated to elevate in his chest.

“If I wasn’t watching out for you, you would’ve gotten yourself into some real shit.”

He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.

His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.

“You nervous?” Joe questioned.

Your breathe caught in your throat.

“-no.” You breathed.

He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.

The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

“I think you are.” He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyelashes fluttered, “Wh-what are you doing?” You managed to ask.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “Admiring the view.”

You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.

“I thought you hated me?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “No. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.”

“Then why-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.

You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack you jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.

You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.

“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“I really don’t know but-“ you pull him in again, bringing his ear gently between your teeth then whisper, “we can’t stop now.”

“Let get outta here.” Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.

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You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. Kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.

When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping he’d chase you…which he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.

You seductively crawled over to the edge of them bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eye in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.

“Quit teasin’.” Joe purred.

“Or what?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

A joker like grin appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.

“You asked for it, sweeheart.” He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.

His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head the sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.

He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.

“Please, Lieb.” You beg.

“Joe.” He corrected.

You look at him.

“I want to hear you say my name a hundred times before the end of the night.” He growled.

You beam at him, “Please, Joe.”

He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” He goaded.

All you could do was smile coyly.

He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.

“Jesus Christ, Y/F/N.”

“Please, Joe.” You implore quietly in his ear.

This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.

He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.

“Joe…” you’d moan, spurring him on to go harder.

“Yeah, sweetheart, say it again.”

“My God, Joe…”

He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.

“Right there, Joe…keep goin’.” You lament.

“Yeah? Let it go, baby.” He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.

“Oh…my GOD, JOE!” You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.

He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of your breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence.

“That was…wow.”

Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetheart.”

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loveofmyknife · 6 months

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Live Blogging the Burrow’s end finale but it’s all in one post because I can’t be bothered to reblog the same post 10 times. So like… pre-recorded blogging I guess

Spoilers. Obviously.

- loving the finale outfits! Especially the caution tape accessories!

- hey girl hey! Poor Teedles is taking all of this very well and we love them for it. I too would rather face possible death than have to babysit my boss’s children

- someone really should go check on Simon

- love how Tula is advocating for a nonviolent solution and ends it with “and we should definitely track down and murder Phoebe”. It’s nonviolent except for one specific person (being?)

- Lucas is just doing his best as a congested little boy. Somebody get him some mint! (Bint)

- “oh, mommy has so much bloodlust!” is an excellent line

- again, Brennan is unhinged, and also maybe wearing pink lipstick, which I think adds to the vibe

- Thorn being concerned for Dr Steel is so indicative of his character. He just wants to protect his people, and even though they’ve only known this human for a few hours, she is one of his people

- I DID NOT KNOW HE COULD DO THAT

- love a good title drop, but this plan seems very hastily put together. I am concerned

- persuasion- “-OR ELSE!” … ok intimidation

- gasoline lasts for however long is narratively relevant

- how many stoats does it take to drive a truck? Apparently at least 5

- I mean as far at Nat 1s go operating a gear shift as a rodent makes sense

- viola is holding this group together by sheer force of will

-oh fuck human magic!

- new map! New map!

- Oh fuck “human” NECROMANCY!

-kinda sad that Carlos isn’t playing Wennabocker on the board in some way but it obviously makes sense from a practical standpoint

- the minis!!! So cool!

-“grandma casts sounding” oh no…

- box of doom strikes again

- 40 points of damage is insane

- Lucas no! I love his little hat but no!

- hate when the BBEG rolls a Nat 20

- 69 hp…nice

- not Lucas!!

- oh Tula is never going to forgive herself for this and I have Thoughts about it

- Phoebe really is just a situation at this point

- That is exactly what a 12 year old would say when beating up an eldritch horror

- yeah I’d say hitting the ground really hard is a reckless attack, Ava

-109 damage! Jesus fucking Christ

- oh it’s some eugenics shit, okay

- Dr Steel coming to the rescue!

- I love using a bunch of skills and mechanics to get the desired outcome. Casting a spell, moving out of range of counterspell, and disengaging an opportunity attack all at the same time just to be able to fireball this meat suit

- I also would not recommend hitting a nuclear reactor with fire

- “no that’s okay” was such a power move

- “I DEBONE THAT MOTHERFUCKER” yes you do, and somehow that invents cooking! I love it

- Nat 20! “THATS! MY! WIFE!!!” Viola has taken out 4 giants in a single round. She is a badass. She is a warrior. She is my hero.

- oh yeah, Dr Steel was just standing there for all that

- We may be experiencing a tragedy but at least they’ve also invented ice cream

- LUCAS NO!

- ok yeah i might be sobbing a little, what of it?

- I like that Ava can have a little magic as a treat

- I personally welcome our new stoat overlords

- babies!

-Get it, Tula! But seriously I like that she really got to process life without being just a widow and a mother before moving on

-baby’s first word: viscera. This is cannon

-Ava’s doing great, and her life is in her own hands. She’s completely overhauling the local law enforcement and creating triple A

- Dr Lila! She’s a nuclear physicist now!

- Did not expect Jaysohn to go for an Airbud plot line but I’m not mad at it

Closing thoughts: I loved it! I think the ending was pretty abrupt but taking out the BBEG in like 2 rounds will do that so I can’t fault them for it. I would have loved for at least one of the party to take over Education, and I think Tula was kind of set up for it but I’m glad she gets to just enjoy life now instead. I can’t wait to see tomorrow’s Adventuring Party and I’m super excited about next season!

#d20 #burrow's end #burrows end spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 burrow's end

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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a heart like yours part 3: the Romanoff inquisition

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Summary: After Steve's unsuccessful attempts to wake you, Natasha asks him a question that puts his priorities into perspective.

Pairing: Steve x Reader; Loki x Reader

Warnings: Couchie, angst…a lot of angst, and bring your tissues because this is the chapter i teared up while writing

"Y/N, sweetie…" Natasha sighed as she watched the scene playing out before her. Steve telling you he loved you and using that annoying nickname that nobody in the team but him could stand, kissing you countless times with teary eyes, and still nothing. "Come on, babes." She felt a small hand take hers and she looked down at Morgan who looked like she was about to cry again.

"Is she gonna wake up now, Auntie Nat?"

After Steve pressing another unsuccessful kiss to your lips, she shook her head at the little girl. "No, sweetie. No happily ever after. At least not tonight."

"I told them she needs a prince to kiss her. Auntie Y/N is a princess. She needs Prince Loki."

How was it that of all the people in the room aside from herself and Wanda, it was Stark's kid that caught on to what actually needed to happen? "Does she now, tiny genius?"

"Yes!" she whispered in excitement. "Princesses are always saved by the princes with a kiss of true love. She's a princess. He's a prince."

"But Thor is also a prince, baby Morgan," she cooed at the child. "Do you think he could save Princess Y/N from the curse?" Morgan shook her head. "And why is that?"

"Because, Auntie Nat…" the child began. "It's not just any prince that will save the princess. You need one more thing. A thing that Prince Loki has that Uncle Thor doesn't." She gave the kid a look that encouraged her to keep going. "Love."

"So you think that Loki there loves your Auntie Y/N?"

Morgan nodded enthusiastically. "I know he does. It's something that he has that Uncle Steve doesn't have, too. He looks at her like when Prince Charming first saw Cinderella at the ball and they danced until midnight. Or like when Eugene looks at Rapunzel with all of the floating lights. Uncle Steve likes her. Prince Loki loves her."

Natasha chuckled, more to herself than at the kid's words. "You watch too many movies, baby."

"But I'm right," she pouted at the Russian spy. "He loves Auntie Y/N. He's the one who breaks her curse."

"Okay honey, it's time for bed," Natasha heard Pepper's voice break through their conversation, watching as the strawberry blonde picked up her and Tony's daughter. "You can come visit Auntie Y/N tomorrow and see if she's any better, okay?" The child nodded, the tears shining in her eyes again. "Say goodnight to her now, baby."

Morgan turned her little body around in Pepper's arms and waved in the direction of your bed. "Goodnight, Auntie Y/N. I love you."

Natasha watched as the mother and daughter walked away from the room in amusement. The brain on that kid could give Tony a run for his money one day.

"I don't get it," Steve grumbled, looking and sounding every bit frustrated. "Why isn't she awake yet? I've definitely kissed her enough times."

A chill ran down her spine as she caught sight of Loki, a murderous glare in his eyes. "Because, you miserable, sniveling, pathetic excuse for a man, you do not love her." He was seething, the words that escaped him leaving a slight chill in the air as his frost giant powers began to show through. "You took her as your lover and you couldn't even accomplish the basest task, loving her. And now she's lost to us all."

He stalked toward the soldier and pushed him into the wall with one arm. "Laufeyson! Stand down!"

"Do you realize what you've done? If you cannot wake her, then she is lost to us. She will never wake and she will die. And we will remain here with the helpless task of watching her fade away. She's gone. Y/N is gone and there is no one to blame but yourself."

"Brother," Thor's voice broke through as he placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "You must back away. There is nothing we can do for Lady Y/N like this. We can search for other ways to break the curse. We will find a way to bring her back to us."

He allowed the blonde god to pull him away and guide him out of the room, all the while his eyes empty as he murmured, "Y/N's gone, Brother. I will never see her again. She's gone."

Natasha looked over to Steve again, who was straightening his jacket and righting his stance. "Show's over, everyone. Get some sleep. We'll try to figure out what we can do for Y/N in the morning. We're no use to her if our minds aren't sharp."

She watched as everyone left the room one by one, Wanda taking some time to cast a quick spell on you by placing her hand on your head.

"What dream did you give her?" she whispered to the Sokovian.

"I gave her Loki's," Wanda answered. "She just doesn't know it's his."

She nodded and let Wanda exit the room before turning back to Steve. "I need to talk to you." She nodded towards your bed. "But not here. If she's aware of what's happening around her, I don't want her to hear this while she's asleep. She deserves better."

He nodded at his friend and they went into the kitchen. Natasha got some beers from the fridge and handed him a bottle, letting him drink some before blurting out, "You don't love her."

"Are you really gonna listen to Laufeyson's crazy talk, Nat? Of course I love her! I wouldn't be with her if I didn't love her, so I really don't understand why--"

"You don't love her enough," she cut him off, her tone unchanging. "Loki said that the curse would be broken by the one who loves her with his whole heart. The one whose love is pure and true. Sure you might love her, but it's not enough. It's like how maybe Tony or I love her. You'll be sad if she dies, but you wouldn't feel like your life ended."

"Nat, I feel like someone just beat me up and left me for dead. I have to watch someone I love die because some curse says that I don't love her enough to wake her."

"You just said it, Steve." He looked at Natasha with a confused and incredulous look. "She's someone you love. Not the woman you love. Please Steve, for Y/N, be honest with me. If you had a chance to be with Peggy again--"

"Nat, don't you dare bring her into this, this has nothing to do with--"

"If you had a chance to be with Peggy again," she insisted, daring him with a look to cut her off again. "And you had to leave Y/N to do it, would you take it?" He looked at her with incredulity, as if she was supposed to know the answer, but truly she didn't. Two days ago, before they took off for this mission, maybe she would have been positive that he wouldn't just leave you for his past.

But then this curse happened, and despite his words and his "Come home to me, Couchie" and his attempts to wake you with his kiss, you were still toeing the fine line between life and death. With each second ticking by taunting everyone that your time was running out.

"No, Steve," she answered his silent question of 'Do you really not know the answer to this?' "I really don't. All I know is you say you love her, and yet she's not awake."

"Maybe she doesn't love me, did that ever cross your mind, Romanoff?" He didn't look pained at the question he just aired; actually he looked annoyed. "Maybe the kiss didn't work because maybe my heart was in it but hers--"

"Breaking this curse has nothing to do with her heart, Rogers. Just the heart of the man trying to wake her. Pure and true. You can't do that if you're not even being honest with yourself, Steve." She softened her tone, trying to remind him that despite the tense situation, she was his friend first and foremost, and he could be honest with her, around her. "Just be honest, Steve. Would you take it?"

"If I knew that Y/N would be alright? That she'd be safe and taken care of? Then yes," he sighed. "I love Y/N, I really do, but--"

"Peggy's your great love," Nat cut him off. "Your first love. In your eyes, no one ever compared to her and no one ever will. Your world ended when she died, Steve. You were denied a chance to build a life with her, and I think that's always haunted you. Anyone could understand that of course you would take that chance. Anyone given the chance for a do-over would gladly take it."

Tears welled in Steve's eyes as he weighed the implications of his love for you, or to be more accurate, his lack of it. "So what happens now? To Y/N?" He sounded devastated, as if he was overcome with guilt, but to her he didn't sound like he couldn't bear to even imagine what a world without you would be like. He would grieve you, just like everyone would.

But in time he would move on. And he would eventually find someone who he could live out the rest of his days with, all the while ultimately waiting for either the opportunity or the inevitability that he would be with Peggy again.

Natasha weighed their options carefully. Was there a workaround or a loophole that they could exploit and break the curse that way? There were other forms of love that were whole-hearted and pure and true, but the Sin Healer's curse made it clear that you wouldn't be woken with that type of love.

"Now we grieve," she answered him. "We say goodbye, while her soul is still with us. You should say your piece while everyone's asleep. Have your final moments with her in privacy. You might not love her the way she needed, but we should at least let her know that she's not leaving this world unloved."

Fat tears were rolling down Steve's cheeks now as he tried to wrap his head around what had to happen next. "I'm so sorry, Nat."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, Steve." With a nod, he stood up and made his way back to you. "And for the love of all things good in this fucking world, don't call her Couchie! I don't want that name to be one of the last things she hears."

"It's a cute--"

"No it's not, Steve!" she hollered as he walked away. When he was out of earshot, she went toward the apartments again. There was one last thing she thought to try. And perhaps this would be what woke you all along.

She had to go see a god about a kiss.

Steve walked into your room, feeling his legs giving out as he pulled up a chair next to you and took your hand.

"Y/N," he whispered. "I love you. I'm sorry that it's not enough, that I couldn't wake you. You know, before we started seeing each other I honestly thought that I couldn't love anyone again. And then I saw you in the kitchen one morning, dancing around making breakfast for everyone, and the only thing I knew at that moment was that I wanted to pull you in and kiss you silly."

He allowed for a few tears to escape him before taking a breath and kept going. "The time I had with you…I could've been better. I could've been less jealous. Showed you that I loved you more than I did. I was so caught up with showing everybody else that you were mine that I guess I forgot to show you how grateful I was that you were. That you gave me the chance to love you."

He pressed several kisses to your hand and braced himself for his next words. His final words to you. "Thank you. Thank you for letting me love you. For showing me that I was still capable of loving again. For being a ray of sunshine in this dark, depressing world we live in, and allowing me to bask in your light. For being a part of this family. For being a part of my life. I love you, Y/N." He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You can rest now, sweetheart."

He walked away from your room, trying his best to keep himself together with every step he took. But when he walked into his apartment and saw all the little things there that reminded him of you, the sweater of his that you always wore because you insisted that it was more comfortable than anything you owned, the hair clip you'd wear when you were doing your laundry, the sunflower yellow toothbrush you kept in his bathroom, that was when he allowed himself to sink to his knees, crying his heart out.

You were gone. And up until this moment he refused to admit it, but Laufeyson was right. He had no one else but himself to blame.

A/N: How's everybody doing? Still good?

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luna-rainbow · 1 year

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What draws you to a character? Is it moral conflict or cardboard good people ??

Oooh thanks for the interesting question but why do I get the vague sense this is bait 😅

Very few people with an ounce of writing experience or critical analysis skills likes “cardboard people” regardless of whether they’re good, bad, or anything in between. A cardboard person has not been written into a character. They’re just a collection of traits to serve a certain role in a story. Depending on the genre and their importance, that is not necessarily a writing flaw. When you have a 100 minute movie you cannot possibly develop every character. However, if your main character is a cardboard person that means the writer hasn't done their job and by gods other writers pick up on that. Nat, for example, was not a character in IM2, she was a cardboard femme fatale, because she had no inner world and no inner conflict to speak of.

On the converse, a well-written character will always have conflict , regardless of whether they’re good, bad, or anything in between! And a good conflict, one that has complexity - both ethical and emotional - will reveal layers about a character's value systems and psyche and make them a whole person, and that's what I like.

As I've always said, the first character I liked in the MCU was Tony, because here is a guy who was introduced to us self-centered and has it all, then you realise how little he has in term of human relationships (partly due to his own doing), and in the end he lets go of some of his material possessions and earns human connections. The second character I loved was Loki, because he's not a bad guy by nature, and he's perpetually torn between genuine love for his adoptive family, and anger at the lies they built around him and the identity they took away from him. The third character I loved was T'Challa, who through a fairly small role in Civil War was able to go through an entire conflict around grief, loss, compassion and forgiveness.

I came to like Steve and Bucky after I've gotten some context about 1930s America that the movies didn't give us. Steve's entire existence is a conflict with the world. He starts off the direct opposite of the eugenics ideal (I want to say 'save for the colour of his skin' but eugenicists scoffed at the Irish, so his colour didn't give him an advantage there) then through the serum became the Aryan ideal. He himself continually questions and disobeys the system that has tried to make him into an avatar for their agendas. He yearns of moving forward but the only way he seems to do that is after he finds the piece of his past that he had let slip through his fingers in the alps. And Bucky has a similar arc, how does he marry the identity that was forced upon him to who he once was and who he now wants to be? He is also trying to move forward, but can only do that by reconnecting with the past that was forcefully taken from him. Speaking without the shipping angle, Bucky is Steve's narrative mirror, and very similar conflicts drive their stories (which is why Endgame did the equivalent of narrative suicide by making Steve just...abandon all his conflicts and leaving Bucky to continue on with the same conflicts without his mirror) and there's something delicious in exploring that.

Conflict doesn't have to be just the character choosing between right and wrong, although that is a common conflict. You can have a pure good character forced to be in conflict with people around them and that can still be an interesting conflict (when well-written), and it doesn't mean that the character is "cardboard good".

If this ask is about Peggy -- I might enjoy her character if the story had the self-awareness to recognise the moral conflicts in her character. But it doesn't. It writes her as a series of contradictions and presents her as the perfect model of goodness. She fails at even being a cardboard character.

#writing #anti endgame #bucky barnes #steve rogers #anti peggy carter #asks

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dirhwangdaseul-archived · 1 year

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i think the dismissal of javi is an interesting decision moving forward like i think next week we'll be shown what it sowed in the cabin for new cruelty to unleash and there i care about travis only, but to me what makes it truly interesting under the light of travis and javi is the reaction of fandom to that death but also to the writing decisions for that to be the choice of it and thus the wilderness... how little javi figured in people's minds like does it speak to the writers inability to make the audience connect with the secondary characters or is it part of the isolation the characters keep wielding as a weapon against each other, is it more fandom's moral failure for dismissing early the brown children, there's still time to sort these things out but regardless that javi's death is the group's first conscious kill we as audience experience almost chronologically with them....

i think it speaks a lot about how twisted the community built around the cult is going to be, as it mirrors times, spaces, and audiences, the yellowjackets have already deemed those too weak, as lottie and shauna saw before of jackie, to be the first ones to go, people have pointed out how convenient that the coach ran away, that javi was left behind, that probably the wilderness would have also chosen those deemed with too much weakness to survive in a show of physical and even spiritual strength (as lottie did by surviving shauna and taissa and natalie's strongheaded narratives of their experiences in the wilderness) to die, and thus: the eugenics of it all, ben scott is disabled, javi is a little brown kid who had already been dismissed on account of being a kid and seemingly at most annoying to them all since no one seems to have even entertained him as a living breathing being besides nat and shauna, and idk whenever survival shows like these are brought up.i often think that it. is very unbecoming that people keep dismissing race in the survival show like white people haven't historically used pseudosciences and any fucking tool of reason within reach to talk to justify social darwinism like i see 😑🤔😒

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets meta #like it's not just girlhood it's white girlhood it's christian girlhood its the way they're divider in thought even as they acquiesce with #martyrdom which is what canonized jackie and laura lee #like the paganism is tainted with civilization and their own cruelty #their own hormonal. violence without a hand to guide them through their coming of age #grief and fear turned to violent rage and cruelty

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mydarllinglover · 11 months

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Alone || Baby Steps

When Natalia hadn't been informed of the death of Negan, like she was hoping for, she decided not to let anyone know about what she did, or the conversation they had, she had full intention of getting her knife back, but baby brain was still in full affect, it soon being a lost thought, until a month after.

Daryl and Natalia were assisting the twins on their morning walk, they almost had the whole walking thing, they still stumbled, and if either parent let go, they'd fall down, but they almost had the hang of it, baby steps!

"Nat! Nat" Aaron's voice reached them, him and Gabriel were chasing behind them, until Aaron keeled over, catching his breath.

"What's going on?" Daryl asked, as the pair turned around.

"Did you give a knife to Negan?" Gabriel asked her, accusingly.

"What?!" Daryl snapped his attention to his wife.

"I- No, I- uh, oh... oh shi- shoot." Natalia looked down, picking up Bambi, full intention of using her as a shield.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Michonne practically bellowed, pacing across the front of the table, as everyone sat around it, staring at Natalia, who was seated at the end, trying to hide under the table from the angry and disappointed glares of the other council members of Alexandria, the only person who wasn't mad at her, was Daryl, who was playing with the twins, three year old Gracie, five year old Judith and baby RJ in the living room, Michonne had kicked him out of the meeting, he was more upset at the fact that she hadn't told him, than her actions.

"Okay, it was a month ago, that seems very unreasonable for me to be blamed and berated for it." Natalia stared at the wood, working out how to worm her way out of this.

"You gave him a knife!" Rosita pushed, she had only come back a few days ago, from The Hilltop. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't, okay, and I didn't give it to him."

"So how did he get it?" Aaron asked, much more gentler, in an understanding tone.

"...Ithrewitathimhopinghe'doffhimself" She muttered.

"What?" Siddiq asked.

"I believe Natalia said she threw it at him, hoping he'd use it with the intention of ending his... suffering." Eugene translated, for some reason, being able to perfectly understand her.

Michonne hit the table.

"When? When did you do this? Why would you do this?" Michonne asked her.

"Last month, when I came home."

"Oh, right, when you left and didn't think to tell a single soul." She glared at her. "Everybody out."

"Michonne." Aaron stood, his hands up, as if he were trying to calm down the situation.

"Now!" She finalised.

Aaron, Eugene, Siddiq, Nora and Gabriel all got up from the table, but Rosita stayed seated, ignoring Michonne's harsh glare.

"Rosita." Michonne spoke up, when only the three of them were left in the room.

"If you want me out of here, you're gonna have to move me." She stated, still watching Natalia as she kicked her feet up onto the table.

Michonne sighed, dropping it.

"Natalia, what in your right mind would you think it's okay to give him a knife?" Michonne asked, taking a seat, breathing deeply. "Hey, I'm trying to reason with you, okay? Just, just tell me, I wanna hear it from you."

"I gave it to him in an act of immaturity, and impulsivity, he's not dead, so it failed."

"He tried to attack Gabriel." Rosita told her. "He had it for a whole month, did nothing and then when he thought the time was right, he tried to attack him, and you gave him the perfect opportunity."

"And I didn't mean for that, to be honest, I forgot I even did it." Natalia shrugged.

"You're not even sorry" Michonne winced in disgust.

"At the time, I thought I'd be doing us all a favour. All he is, is another mouth to feed, and a reminder to us all of what he did, don't know about you guys, but I prefer to ignore my problems and pretend it never happened. The man deserves to be rotting in hell, I was promised that, Maggie was, and Daryl."

"Carl wanted him alive. so did Rick." Michonne looked down.

"Yeah, I get that, I do, but what about me? What he did to us? He had me locked in a cell and paraded me around like I was a full course meal, did even worse to my husband! Hershel, he's two, never met his father, though, oh? Why's that? Because of Negan! My girls, they're turning one next month, and yet their friendly locked up neighbour is someone who had their parents life on a gambling table, every single day, like it was a game! What about us? Why don't we get the justice we deserve, huh! Back at the Sanctuary, one of his men touched me, I took the son of a bitch down, was about to kill him dead, y'know, just like I did with Harley, oh, you remember that, right, Mich? You were there, when he tried to rape me, right on the road as they beat Daryl to death, after I saved Carl from having to face the same fate, but he took that gun away from me, killed the man, used it as a lesson to them all, then chucked me back in my prison, the same day we escaped, he stole my justice from me, took that away publicly, then shut me in the dark, I couldn't do anything."

"It's not as easy as you think." Michonne's angry posture dropped, as she recalled everything that Natalia brought up. "We have to keep him alive, okay? It's bigger than you think, and what you did was stupid and careless."

"Maybe, my only regret is that I decided to give him the chance to do it himself, instead of me, never make a worthless piece of shit do a woman's job."

"Why were you even down there?" Rosita asked, digging for more information. "After our conversation?"

"It didn't happen exactly like that, okay, it wasn't even planned."

"Then what?"

"I can't say, I swore myself to secrecy that it would only stay between me and the person."

"Evie was talking to him, again." Rosita guessed.

"What, you knew about that?" Natalia stared at her. "You didn't tell me?"

"Secret keeping, just the worst, am I right?" She replied, sarcastically.

"Rosita, that's my daughter!"

"And she wasn't in any immediate danger, she thought she was doing something good, so I let her, was like her own personal diary, I kept an eye on it."

"Yeah, 'cept he can talk back, you have no idea the sorta shit he could be telling her"

"And she hates him, always will and always have, she's a smart kid, she won't believe any of the bullshit he comes up with."

"And so what if he decides to tell her the truth?" Her throat hitched, an obvious sign of fear creeping over her.

"Like what?" Michonne asked, reading her.

"Like... the stuff I've done, the people I killed, why all those people are dead."

"Nat, is that why you did it, is that what he told you?" Rosita asked.

"He only called it what it was, that Glenn, Abraham, Sasha, Carl and everyone else, all their deaths are on me, that I'm a murderer, stone cold, asked if that was the sort of stuff I'd be teaching the twins, raise them to be just like me, that's if I don't kill them first." Natalia confessed. "That's why I did it, because he was right, and I can't. I just couldn't, I let it get to me, like I said, it was an act of immaturity and impulsivity, I'm sorry for what he did to Gabriel, I'm sorry I forgot to mention it, sorry I was too weak to finish the job, which has never been a problem for me before, can I have my knife back."

"I don't think that's wise." Michonne stared at the table.

"Whatever, I got more, I'm leaving, don't know for how long, I'll probably be back, I can't be here right now, all that oversharing, for nothing, just drained me of any socialness I can handle."

"Nat, don't go." Rosita argued. "Nothing he said was true, okay? None of that was on you."

Michonne didn't try and stop her.

"Whatever you think you need to do, do it, I don't care, I just need to get away right now, so it can hold." Natalia turned around, walking out of the room and towards the living room, towards the front door.

"Aunt Natty." Judith smiled at her.

"Momma!" The twins chanted, using the sofa's to walk over to her.

"What's going on?" Daryl asked, looking up at her from the floor, surrounded by the babies and small toddlers. "You on probation or something?"

"I'm going out." She told him, rubbing at her eyes. "Just for a little while, maybe, don't worry, you can stay with the kids, not like their safe around me anyway, I need space." She opened the door.

"Nat! What? What the hell you on about?" He stood up, going after her.

"Daryl, please, goodbye, I need to breathe, away from all this." She closed the door behind her, blocking out her daughter's desperate cries at her departure, after locking it from the inside, to stall his chase, then quickly made her way out of Alexandria, making sure to cover her tracks, just in case.

She had walked for miles, before finally reaching her destination, knocking on the familiar wooden door.

"Oh, it's you, back so soon." Leah didn't look too excited to see her.

"Who else would you be expecting?" Natalia asked. "You got other friends you helped give birth?"

"Nope, just you, and we're not friends."

"Ouch, Leah, that really hurt my feelings, I'm having a rough day."

"Tell me about it." She rolled her eyes.

"Why, what you got going on?" Natalia asked.

"You arrived."

"Har, har. I came to you, looking for company, you're like the only person I can stand to be around, right now."

"Why? We're not friends, or anything, I want you to leave me alone."

"What, and you thought I came here cause you're mine? I need the opposite of my friends right now."

"Shouldn't you be at home with your daughters?"

"Nope."

Leah let out a sigh, moving away from the door and allowing the woman to enter.

Natalia walked in, staring at the tiny ball of fur that was curled up beside Willow.

"Puppy." Was all she could say.

"Yeah, I don't even know how that happened." Leah shook her head. "Hid him last time you were here, because of... this."

The puppy lifted his head, turning it to look at Natalia, blinking at her before getting up, leaving his mother to hobble over to her, looking for attention.

Natalia bent down, scooping up the puppy, happily, feeling the calm wash over her instantly.

The puppy licked her face as she smiled, scrunching her face up.

"You gonna bore me with why you're here, or what?" Leah asked.

"Oh, right." the two women sat on the couch, Natalia refused to put the puppy down as she recounted what had happened, giving a brief description of the war and who the man she hated so much, was.

"I don't get it." Leah looked at her, as she caught her breath. "He's a twisted asshole, why's it so important that he's still around?"

She wasn't even phased when Natalia admitted her unknown kill list, she had a feeling that had something to do with her fighting before the world even fell.

"My friend, Carl, Rick's son. It was his dying wish that we were all united, able to live in harmony, put an end to the war, so that's what Rick dedicated everything towards."

"So locking the guy who killed a bunch of your people, and was trying to threaten you into marrying him, in a cell for the rest of his life, is what, bringing your community to harmony?" Leah asked.

"Not exactly... no one wants him there, it's just principle, y'know?" Natalia stared at the puppy, rubbing behind his ears as he slept in her lap. "Like a lesson to people, you fuck around and cause problems, this is what'll happen. I don't know, I was pissed off when Rick explained it, so most of it was blocked out."

"What are they going to do to you?" Leah asked.

"I don't know, not much, I'm kinda like royalty." She shrugged. "My best friends the leader, though our friendships been kind of strained for a while, I'll claim insanity from having two under two, if need be."

"Sounds like a plan." Leah agreed.

"I don't wanna put him down." Natalia whined, when she was ready to leave, the sun was about to go down, and she had to get home, considerably a lot calmer. "I'd trade one of my twins for a puppy. I already got one, but I can't get another puppy"

"Take him." Leah shrugged.

"Really? Cause I was joking about the twin thing, you picked up on that, right?"

"Free of child. I don't know what to do with him, he seems to be fond of you, and it never harms a kid to have a pet." She folded her arms over her chest.

Natalia didn't care for the woman's obvious dislike for her, bringing her into a hug, too excited to resist.

"Alright, go, before I change my mind." Leah told her.

Natalia did just that, there weren't much walkers to take care of on the way back, or she just didn't notice, too entrapped over the puppy, she couldn't wait to show the kids.

When she got back to her home, the events of the day flooded back into her mind, reminding her of her dramatic exit and her argument with Michonne and Rosita, the way she said goodbye without barely saying goodbye.

The house was silent apon her entry, she took it as everyone had already fallen asleep, the second time without her.

Natalia didn't know if she was up to facing Daryl, this late, she didn't even know how to handle the situation, she knew she was in the wrong, he hadn't done anything to warrant her departure, she was rude and unfair, she knew this, but she couldn't be bothered to beg and grovel for forgiveness at a time like this, anyway, so instead, she curled up on the couch, using a throw blanket as a duvet, the puppy snuggled against her.

If she had to guess, Natalia could only assume that she was asleep for about twenty minutes, that's what it felt like when she was being prodded awake.

"Hmm?" She groaned, sitting up without opening her eyes just yet.

"Nat." That familiar raspy southern drawl.

"Daryl?" She wiped at her eyes, trying to wake herself up.

"Nat, why ya asleep on the couch, why didn't yer come to bed?" He asked, his arm resting on her lap as he inspected her.

"Cause we're in a fight." She answered.

"We ain't in a fight." He shook his head.

"Yeah, this morning, when I left, couldn't deal with it right now."

"Nat, that weren't a fight. I know why ya left, I don' blame ya, was a lil mad that you didn't take two seconds to breath or even say goodbye to the kids, but we ain't in a fight, you don' gotta avoid me or sleep on the couch."

She looked at him, chewing on the inside of her cheek, feeling dumb, for the whole day, and the way she'd been acting.

"Look, I heard most've what you said to Michonne an' Rosita, they filled me in on the blanks, I get why you're angry, or why ya upset, y'know I do, I'm the one backing you up 'bout the whole Negan thing, he's a prick, we know this."

"He called me a murderer, Daryl, Negan did, looked down on me for it, him of all people" She looked like a kicked puppy, he couldn't stand it, wanting to kill the man for simply hurting her feelings.

"I know, baby, but you ain't, alright. He was just tryna piss you off."

"He implied that I'm a bad mother, too, that the reason I've never been alone with them, is cause you're scared their gonna end up like Winnie, and the baby I lost, which, that part don't make much sense, but y'know. Said if I didn't get them killed, I'd turn them into little killers, my babies, my girls, and what sucks is, that it's true, that's why I lost my temper, cause I know he's right, and I don't wanna do that, I'm so scared I'm gonna fuck up again." She dropped her head into her hands as her eyes pooled. "Through everything we've gone through, everything I've done, still, the scariest thing to me, is screwing those kids up and being a terrible mother."

"Natalia, stop it." Daryl snapped. "Listen ta me, you ain't a fucking bad mother, take it from the guy who's mom died cause she set the house on fire by falling asleep with a smoke."

"Daryl-"

"Nah, I'm talking, listen ta me." He covered her mouth with his hand. " You're the best momma to them kids than anyone could ever be, not just to our kids, don' ever tell Michonne, cause she'd kill me, but you were to Judith, an'all, you saved her life when she was just born, and after that, and Tommy, Cindy's kid, you're a fucking amazing mom, don't you dare fucking listen to that prick, he don' know shit, never has an' never will, those kids upstairs, they wouldn't even have a chance without you, look at everything you did for Evie, helped her through her dad's death, saved her when the walls came down, then with Denise, you gave that lil girl a real fighting chance, she wouldn't of had that with anyone else. What's that?" He looked down, pointing at Natalia's lap.

"A puppy." She sniffled, picking him up and showing him to Daryl. "He's ours."

"Where the hell did ya get that from?" He asked, his brows furrowing as he took the fur ball, cradling it in his arms.

"When two dogs love each other-"

"Stop." He glared at her.

"You asked." Natalia shrugged, using her top to dab at her eyes.

"Tell ya what, we're gonna take 'im upstairs, grab all three girls, an' have a sleepover in our room, the six of us, they been missing you all day, Evie's been torn up about you leaving an' everything, blaming herself, don' know why though."

"I do." Natalia sighed, getting up from the couch.

"Why?

"Daryl, you gotta promise me not to get mad." She took his hand, "And remember that you do have a temper, which is why, sometimes, as your wife, who loves you deeply, might keep some things from you, okay?"

"Why?" He asked, more impatient.

"The reason why I was even talking to Negan, is cause I caught Evie talking to him when I got back, he told me that she did it often, shoving in his face our lives, and how happy we are, Rosita said she'd been using him as a diary, basically."

"Rosita knew?" He growled.

"She knew long before me, that was the first and only time I saw it, Evie promised me not to go back, since, and I only found out that Rosita knew, this morning."

"Let's go upstairs before I do something to break my promise."

"Good idea." Natalia nodded, snatching the puppy out of his tight grasp.

They headed up the stairs, Natalia went for Evie's room, to wake her up, whilst Daryl went into the twins, getting them from their crib.

She knocked on the door three times, before opening it, prepared to find the girl had just woken up, or maybe even still fast asleep.

What she didn't expect to see, was the ten year old sat at her desk, a pile of folded pieces of paper beside her as she wrote on another.

"Eves? What are you doing?" Natalia asked in a soft voice.

Evie sniffled, turning in her chair to face the woman, wiping at her cheeks, where dried tears were.

"Evie, you're crying." Natalia rushed into the room, getting to her knees as she sat beside the chair, looking up at her oldest daughter. "What's wrong?"

"I'm making apology cards for everyone." Evie told her. "Dad told me what happened, and it's all my fault, I'm so sorry, mom."

"What, no honey, why are you sorry, you haven't done anything wrong." Natalia told her, she brushed her blonde hair out of her face as her other one hid behind her back, hiding the puppy, that was wiggling around in her grasp.

As she was getting older, Natalia couldn't even deny the resemblance between her and Beth Greene, the stubborn teenager who her heart still hurt for every day, she knew that Daryl saw it too, the pain in his eyes when Evie did the slightest thing that reminded the pair of their friend.

"It is! I caused all of this!" She argued.

"No, sweet girl, you didn't, okay, it was me, I was being silly, you don't need to blame yourself for that, you did nothing wrong, and I'm sorry I shouted at you last month, I should've apologised a while ago, but I was angry and upset, but sometimes, it's okay to let our emotions get the best of us, and to let our anger out, as long as our actions don't cost others, not like what I did, if anything, I should be making these cards, what I did was bad, but please don't think it was because of you. But, something good did come out of it."

"What?" Evie asked.

Natalia revealed her hand, showing off the puppy that was chewing on her fingers as he layed across her arm, his head resting in her palm.

Evie let out a sharp gasp covering her mouth as Natalia placed the puppy down, letting him run to the girl, licking all over her face.

"You got a puppy?!" She squealed, giggling excitedly.

"My friend gave him to me, so he's ours now."

"Momma! Momma! Momma!" Natalia turned around, Daryl stood in the doorway, the twins in his arms as they chanted for their mother, clapping their hands excitedly.

"Hi, babies!" Natalia waved at them, her own smile plastered on her face.

Daryl set them down, before he dropped the wriggling babies, letting them stand as he assisted them so they don't fall over.

"Dad, Mom got a dog!" Evie told him, showing off a wide smile.

"I know-"

"Momma!" Daisy shouted again, cutting her father off.

She took a step forward, heading for her mother, Daryl went to grab her, thinking she was about to topple over, but Natalia hissed at him to let her go, as she took another step forward.

"Daryl, Daryl, she's doing it." Natalia told him, not taking her eyes off the walking baby.

"Can see that." He said, his arm wrapped around Bambi, hoping she was taking in what her sister was doing.

Evie was holding the energetic puppy, stopping him from charging at either twin.

"Come here!" Natalia encouraged, waving Daisy over. "Come here, sweetie."

Daisy continued until she reached Natalia, falling on her lap as she hugged her, Natalia lifted her daughter up, standing as the three cheered on the girl, Bambi even clapping encouragingly.

"Well done, Daisy!" Evie cooed, proud of her little sister. "Now it's just Bambi's turn!"

"Daisy's a big girl!" Natalia bounced her on her hip, as she giggled, she looked to Daryl, who had such a wide smile on his face that it nearly made her knees buckle, she didn't think she had seen him this happy in a very long time, like every single worry, problem and loss was dropped from his shoulders.

She cupped his jaw, kissing him as the twins hugged each other, they were very affectionate babies, more than any she had seen before.

"I love you." She muttered to him. "Thank you, for every single thing."

"I love you, with everything I got." He kissed her again, before laying his head on her shoulder.

"Ew." Evie groaned, scratching the puppy's ears.

"Ew? Seriously?" Natalia looked at her, furrowing her brows, as Daryl looked over her head, his hand holding her waist.

"Yeah, you guys are gross." She stuck her tongue out. "Lovey Dovey, yuck."

"Don't say that, one day, when your older, you'll meet a person, who you'll be lovey dovey with, and be romantic and happy." Natalia told her.

"Nuh uh, I won't, boys are gross, I don't wanna kiss them."

"Could be a girl." Daryl shrugged.

"What about Henry?" Natalia asked.

Although the two couldn't see each other, they seemed to have grown extra close since the war, Daryl had even handed down his and Natalia's long range walki-talkies, considering they wouldn't need them anymore, though Evie had expressed her annoyance at her mom for not making up with Carol, as she wanted to see the boy, he who had also been trying to force his own mom to apologise to Natalia.

"What? No!" She shook her head. "Henry's my best friend, that's it, don't tell Judith, she says I'm her best friend. But me and Henry, are just friends, he's so gross, I would never think about kissing him."

"Good girl." Daryl nodded, in his most proud dad voice.

"Yeah, I used to think that about boys, till I saw Christian Bale In American Psycho."

"That explains somin'" Daryl grumbled.

"What's that?" Evie asked, her face pulled in confusion.

"Don't worry about it. What are we gonna name this dog, huh?"

"Dog." Daisy repeated.

"Tha's right." Daryl encouraged, bending down again, letting Bambi meet the dog, whilst Natalia did the same. "It's a dog, Bam, can you say Dog?" He asked, leaning towards her to see her face, holding her up as his hair fell in his eyes. "Dog?"

"Dog!" Bambi yelled. "Dog, dog, dog!"

"Atta girl." He rubbed her tummy, causing her to laugh loudly.

"Momma" Daisy patted her mom, before pointing at the dog, "Dog!"

"Yes, that's good." Natalia nodded.

"Dadda." She then pointed at Daryl, then back at the dog. "Dog"

"I think she's a lil show off." Natalia teased.

"Yeah, gotta prove who's the smarter twin." He agreed.

"She made Dad read the duck book, four times tonight" Evie shared, holding up four fingers.

"Really?" Natalia laughed, looking at Daryl, who nodded with a grim look on his face. "And you did it?"

"Wha' else was I supposed to do? Didn' wanna upset her."

"You are so adorable." She kissed his cheek. "But you're gonna turn 'em spoilt, needa learn the word "No." now and then."

"Nah, ma girls get whatever they want, whatever, whenever."

"Thought that only applied to me?" Natalia pouted.

"Yeah, look how that ended up, you expanded the invitation." He told her, covering Evie's ears.

"We should name him Dog." Evie said, when Daryl pulled away.

"Dog? Just Dog?" Natalia asked her.

"Yeah, the twins know how to say dog, and they were very adamant on that word, it fits, doesn't he look like a dog?" Evie held the puppy up.

"Dog!" Daisy shouted again. "Dog."

"Dog, dog, dog" Bambi joined in.

"Yeah, you're right, Eve's, Dog suits him."

Eventually, the family of five, now six, moved towards Daryl and Natalia's room, all climbing into the big bed, that Natalia had spent a while tracking down, after the war, demanding a large bed for everything she suffered through.

When the kids were asleep, snuggled against each other, in between the two adults, who's fingers were linked on their pillows, Daryl squeezed her hand, gaining her attention.

"Hm?" She looked at him, her other hand brushed through Bambi's curls avoiding getting knots in it as the baby slept, the twins hair was a hassle to deal with in the mornings, and it made Natalia cry when they cried as she brushed it out.

"I do trust you, you know that right?" He asked, his blue eyes scanning her face.

"Of course I do." She smiled at him.

"Good, cause I do. And I trust you with the kids, it's just that, I ain't never had a family before, not one like this, Merle was never around when I was a kid, it was just me an' my dad." He swallowed. "And we weren't much anyway, when he weren't out on a bender or asleep."

"I know." She nodded, talking softly, kissing his knuckles, the only time Daryl talked about his family was when he shared stories about Merle.

"I never wanna be apart from them, from you, that one day, you could all be gone, I wanna spend ma whole life never apart, but I didn't mean ta make you think I don't think you can look after them, alone."

"I know, babe, it was just me, being an idiot. I'm lucky I ended up with you, you're an incredible father."

He reached over kissing her forehead before moving back.

"I'm gonna go hunting tomorrow." He told her, this would be the first time he left Alexandria since the girls were born, it'd be a big thing. "We needa start bringing in real food, again, the others are shit at it."

"Are you sure?" She asked, letting go of his hand and running her fingers through his hair, she'd trim it soon, at least his bangs to keep them out of his eyes, with or without his permission.

"Yeah, wanna introduce the girls to a proper meal, was thinking about taking Evie with me, as well, sharpen up her skills, teach her how to track and hunt, give her a break from here, too."

"That seems like a good idea, yeah, if you want to." Of course Natalia was worried about Evie going out there, but she'd be safe with Daryl, and he was right, and if she was sure about the twins going out there in the next few months, she'd have to be okay with Evie.

"Was thinking, if tomorrow goes alright, we could go on a camping trip"

"What, all of us?" She asked.

"Nah, just me you an' her, Aaron can watch the twins, he did offer to be the designated babysitter."

Natalia laughed at that, "Yeah, sounds like a plan." She kissed his cheek, before getting comfortable enough to fall asleep.

At her movement, Daisy turned around, snuggling into her neck, as she slept. Natalia wrapped her arms around her, as Bambi snuggled into Daryl, a proper daddy's little girl, which was okay, because Daisy was a mommy's girl, Evie was for both, but for the night, she was curled up with Dog.

Natalia laced her fingers with Daryl's again, squeezing it.

She was obsessed with her own little family, she just wished there was another little girl on the bed, but she knew she was watching from above.

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