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#okay but if i hadn't made maggie.
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LUCIFER FANFIC
" 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄! "
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WARNING: just some cursing and speculative romantic attraction
SYNOPSIS: Charlie's father shows up at the hotel for the first time. You hope to make a good impression.
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You cast a weary glance around at your fellow allies, who appeared to be waiting with bated breaths and were obviously wondering how this encounter with the king of hell was going to transpire. You really, truly tried not to think about anything, but in the harsh, terrible reality of life, your mind was racing with concerns. As it often did when you were to look forward to something; Would Lucifer make a mockery of you? Would he NOT support Charlie's idea of sinners taking the road of atonement? The idea made you tremble, and even though the king hadn't arrived yet, you were already feeling scared.
"you okay, kid?" A gravelly, deep voice called out to you.
"huh?" You glanced across at the hotel's well-known and somewhat likeable bartender, Husk, to whom you gave a brief nod before finishing off your obviously apprehensive answer with a casual shrug. "Yes, pffft. Naturally."
"Ya' sure?" Husk's ear twitched, his eyes narrowing in thought, you silently prayed that he couldn't read past the barrier behind your widened eyes.
"m-mhm!" You hummed lightheartedly, a slight waver to it.
"They're probably nervous, ya know?" Angel interrupted with a condescendingly consoling arm wrapped around your tense shoulders. "It's not an ever'day thing, comin' across the king of hell and whatnot," he continued, giving you a playful prod. "You lookin' to score or something, babes?"
You blinked, looking up at the tall spider demon with bewilderment, "You're not nervous at all, Angel?" You then huffed in realization; Angel Dust was confident and he often made sure everyone was aware of that. "Eh. Right. Of course you aren't."
"Haha! Of course, I ain't." Angel agreed, withdrawing from you with a captivating stride. He and Husk excitedly made their way to the bar stand. "You'll do great, y/n-baby!"
"Just be ya-self, kid." Husk added, grinning in what can only be described as amusement, his tail lashing behind him.
You waved at the two of them before glancing up at Sir pentious who seemed just as weary as you. Flashing you a thumbs up and a cheeky smile, he slithered away to go make preparations for Lucifer's arrival.
. . .
"All right, everybody! "Time for the show!" Declaring in a sing-song voice, Charlie opened the hotel's entry, letting her eager father in.
"So good to see ya, kiddo!" He wrapped her in a strong hug.
Charlie gave him a strained look, "G-Good to see you too, Dad."
Lucifer withdrew and danced with Dazzle and Razzle possessing the wonderment that resembled a child's excitement. You gazed at Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious, who appeared equally taken aback by Lucifer's playful demeanor just as you were. Maybe he just acted this way around his daughter? You tried not to think too much of this situation, but much to your dismay, your mind wouldn't allow you any form of composure or rest. The voices around you became muffled, ultimately allowing your thoughts to consume you;
Would he suddenly switch moods when it came to you? Was your experience here going to end up like all of the ones in the past? What if ---
"Oh my, you like GIRLS? Woah, s-so do I! We have so much in common! YA PUT ER THERE, MAGGIE! HAHA!" The sound of Lucifer's hasty chippering forced you out of your thoughts momentarily.
Charlie led her father over to you and smiled awkwardly, "Oh dad... there's another hotel guest here!" She explained and pointed at you, earning a flinch out of you.
You didn't even notice that Charlie got through all the introductions already.
Lucifer looked at you as if you were something extremely new to him. You swallowed hard, wondering if your nervousness was palpable. However, your nerves were slightly calmed by the king's kind gesture, offering you his hand seemingly for a handshake, a polite smile on his face.
"your name, dear?" He prompted.
"m-my name?"
"Yes, your name....?"
"O-Oh! Uhm--" You ignored the snickering of Husk and Angel. "it's y/n."
"Ohh, that is your name? Wow, that name has a lovely melody to it." Lucifer stepped forwardto intertwine your hand with his, giving it a firm shake, since you were pretty much as still as a statue to actually extend your hand out willingly.
"Tha-thanks." You murmured. As Lucifer's gentle touch lingered on your skin, you mumbled as you gently pulled your hand back. This interaction wasn't the least bit of what you anticipated.
"Well, it's certainly nice to see that my dear daughter has some..." Lucifer began with determination as he took a half step back from you and extended his hands in triumph. He glanced around for a moment or two before a look of admiration fixated on you, his voice going deliberately low, "Charming faces here at this lil hotel."
Your heart jumped, skipping a solitary thump. Your cheeks unexplainably warmed up and you looked at your friends who were peering toward you with surprised expressions.
"How about we talk later, yeah?" Lucifer brushed himself off, a small grin on his features as he looked at you.
You opened your mouth, hoping to say something but Charlie quickly stepped in, delicately directing her dad to the side. "Okay! Uhm, dad I feel like that is enough with the introductions, haha!" She pronounced apprehensively, obviously noticing her dad's interest in you.
You pulled your eyes off Lucifer, who had no business being so distracting to you, and took a gander at Angel who was peering toward you with a knowing sneer;
Leaning down to your level, he inquired. "Woah, what was up with that?"
You swallowed, "What happened? What do you mean?" Your face turned significantly more warm.
"The ruler was fuckin fawning over you. You ain't oblivious, are ya?" Angel wiggled his brows at you.
"PFFFT, no way!" You snickered modestly, swatting him away sheepishly. "Heh, it was nothing."
"I know nothing and that wasn't nothing." Husk provoked tauntingly, however there was a smidgen of reality lying underneath his tone. "He only spared the others mere glances, but you...he shook ya hand and did some sappy shit."
Your expression deadpanned as you processed all of your friend's observations and your little interaction with Lucifer. You couldn't even begin to find reasoning as to why you suddenly became all giddy.
Maybe this wasn't nothing at all.
Maybe YOU weren't just nothing.
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 9 months
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༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧
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― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader
― era: season 4/pre-Governor
― summary: while out on a run, you find a cowboy hat, and what was once light-hearted teasing had actually woken up something inside of you, because he just looked too damn good.
― warnings: daryl in a cowboy hat (duh), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cumming inside, oral (d. receiving), blowjobs, come eating, riding, biting (mentioned literally once), marking, established relationship, kissing, praise, dirty talk (mostly daryl's dirty mouth 'cause yes).
― wc: 1841
⋆ a/n: uhhh it's the way this almost turned into a 2k one shot of just straight up porn?? like i shit you not i one hundred percent think i lost my self-control while writing this, but oh well, i enjoyed it and i hope you guys do too! thank you all for the mass influx of support over the last few days, it never fails to blow my mind every time. i love you all!
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You swear your intentions were pure at first; it was just you trying to shoot the shit with Daryl and a cowboy hat, but you hadn't expected him to look so… natural with it on.
Walking around the shopping mall you, Glenn, Daryl, and Maggie were scouring through, you had come across a plain black cowboy hat lying on the floor alone. It appeared to be relatively spotless besides a little dirt and dust on it. You bent over and picked it up, your hand patting away the grime as you examined it. You couldn't help the shit eating grin that split on your face, your eyes flaring mischievously as you made your way back to your poor unsuspecting boyfriend who was searching through the camping department. 
Sneaking up behind him, you quickly placed the hat on his head, eliciting a surprised grunt from the man in front of you. 
"There," You said with your hands placed on your hips. "Now you're a real cowboy." He turned around to look at you with a glare. "Ain' no cowboy." He grumbled, and your breath caught at the sight of him. Every witty comeback you had been curating in your mind had suddenly died in your throat along with your ability to speak. "Wha'?" Daryl asked at your sudden silence. You swallowed nervously, "You look great, real sexy." 
“Shuddup.” He scoffed, taking the hat off and placing it on your head so that it slightly obstructed your vision. He continued further into the department.  “I’m serious!” You called out with a laugh as you chased after him. 
“Wild west movies used to really get me going, you know!” 
He didn’t see you shove the thing into your bag, or the fact that you were biting back a smirk the whole ride back to the prison. 
You hadn’t forgotten about the way he looked in it, nor the fact that everytime you passed by your bag, the hat felt like it was going to burn a hole right through the floor. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring up its potential use in the bedroom until one fell into your lap - more like his.
You were sitting on his lap as he had his back pressed against the prison wall, his lower half resting on the two mattresses the both of you had pushed together to make a makeshift double bed. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, your hands tightly clasping his cheeks, holding his lips onto yours as you made out fervently. Your body was slightly raised above his when you remembered the cowboy hat. You pushed a finger in between your mouths as you separated with a smirk.
“Wait.” You breathed. “You okay?” He asked in concern, searching your face and eyes for any sight of discomfort. “I got something I wanna try, if that’s fine with you.” You nodded gently. “Wha’ is it?” Your smirk formed into a wide smile at his question.
He watched you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as you leaned over and unzipped your backpack, his palms that rested on your hips continued to keep a firm grip on you as reached for what you were looking for. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when they caught sight of the brim of that stupid cowboy hat.
“The hell?” He couldn’t help but say. It wasn’t full of disgust, but rather surprise. You laughed, “I may or may not have brought it back home with the intention of asking you to wear it while we have sex.” The sides of his lips quirk as he takes the hat from your hands. “I guess ya really were serious about wild wes’ movies gettin’ ya goin’.” But nonetheless, he puts it on, and you bite your lip. 
“Like I said, you’re the sexiest cowboy I’ve ever seen.”
He tilts his head up as your lips lock in an amorous embrace, and you grind your hips down on his hard-on. He groans against your lips, gripping and pressing your body down to receive maximum pressure from your cloth covered cunt. Your kisses trailed down his neck, nibbling on his scruff and unbuttoning his sleeveless shirt to push off of his shoulders, which he helped you do. Your greedy hands trailed through the patch of hair on his chest, following the hair down to where it disappeared into his jeans. You unbutton them, moving your butt down a little bit so that you could take him out of his underwear.
He hissed in pleasure as you pressed down on his leaky tip, rubbing his precum around before you bent forward, adjusting your body so that your ass was raised and arched, licking a stripe from the vein on the underside of his cock to the tip, twirling your tongue around it.
“Shit!” He let out a raspy whimper, burying his thick fingers gently gripping onto the roots of your hair. The pressure on your scalp was welcomed as you took him further down your throat, swallowing around him and fondling his balls with your free hand. Daryl desperately tried to keep himself quiet, seeing as though the walls of the prison weren’t thick, and anyone could hear him, and that was something that he didn’t think he would be able to live down.
He could feel himself nearing his climax with every suck of your devilish mouth, and he knew that you could feel him too. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, watching his shirtless chest rise and fall heavily, he looked dark as he practically gazed into your soul, the cowboy hat adding a shadow over his features that turned you on beyond comprehension. You pressed your thighs together to desperately relieve the growing tension between your legs, and when the fat of them put pressure against your clit, you whined, the noise shooting up your boyfriend’s spine.
“Fuck, sweetheart. ‘M gunna cum.” He warned, his back arching and hips chasing your warm mouth. You only pulled off to say, “Down my throat.” Your words were heavy and breathy, but you didn’t care, taking him back into your throat and stroking what you couldn’t swallow. He gulped, allowing his head to lean back on the concrete cell wall, biting on his bottom lip so hard in an attempt to stay silent that he could’ve sworn he tasted the metallic tang of blood.
“Yeah?” He asked with a breathless groan. “‘Wan’ me to paint that pretty little mouth of yours white?” You whined at his dirty words, and he felt your noises burn through his veins like fire. He didn’t hold back from occasionally bucking his hips, his thrusts growing sloppy before he pressed your head down, shooting his load deep down your esophagus. 
You swallowed his cum, which caused him to hiss due to oversensitivity. You pulled off of him, licking your lips before sticking your tongue out to show him that you hadn’t wasted a drop. 
“God damn, girl.” He grunted as you crawled your way up to his lips to place a deep kiss on his lips, allowing him to taste himself. “Are ya tryin’ta kill me?” He asked when you pulled away. You giggled, dragging playful fingers up and down his chest. “Maybe?” You said, biting your bottom lip with a smile.
He just scoffed, kissing you once more as you avoided knocking your head against the rim of his hat. “Let me ride you, cowboy.” You heaved.
He nodded, allowing you to stand and take your clothes off as he rid himself of his pants and underwear. 
You clambered back on top of him, allowing your soaked slit to gently caress his hard cock.
“Fuck.” He cursed, the grip on your hips turning bruising due to your teasing. You mewled at the feeling of his heated skin brushing your sensitive clit, your self control slipping as you reached down and lined his cock up to your entrance, slowly sinking down due to the lack of foreplay and prep. The initial stretch of his tip hurt, your nails digging into the skin of his tanned shoulders, a silent cry leaving your lips as your head fell back. 
Daryl gave you a moment to adjust to his size, distracting you with his calloused thumb, which rubbed comforting circles onto your tiny bundle of nerves. Your muscles loosened as you moved, slightly bouncing until you found a rhythm where your ass met his thighs. He aided you in your riding, guiding your body up and down.
“So fuckin’ wet.” He grunted, rolling both of his lips between his lips as he watched where your bodies joined together, as though he was in a trance. “‘S all for you, D.” You slurred. His cock repeatedly brushed against that sensitive spot inside of your body. He was already sensitive, which made him all the more determined to help you reach your peak first.
“Put yer hands on the wall.” He rasped. You placed your arms on either side of his head, your breasts pretty much shoved in his face when his hips rose up, fucking themselves into you harshly. You yelped in surprise, pressing your palms harder against the walls as he pounded into you from below. He raised his head, his eyes searching for yours from under the hat. 
His irises swam with lust and need, but also a hidden determination that only he knew about.
“‘Gunna make you cum real good, pretty girl.” He huffed a ragged breath. “Promise.” 
“Please, Dar. I need it!” You cried. 
He looked away from you, focusing on his thrusts which were unforgiving, bruising your cervix with every slam of his tip. Your arms grew shaky as you neared your end, almost causing you to fall forward if you hadn’t laid your head on the cool rock. 
“So close,” You breathed, “‘M so close, baby, please.” You begged. “I gotcha. ‘Gunna cum with ya, sweet cheeks.” Your body flushed with relief at his words. 
Your bodies worked together to help reach your climaxes, and when you did, you held back a loud moan, and Daryl hid his in between the valley of your breasts, which lightly bit into. There might be a mark there tomorrow, but who cares?
You shuddered through your world shattering orgasm and he worked you through it, lazily thrusting into you until you muttered the words, ‘no more.’
You slowly sat back down, wincing seeing as though his softening cock was still shallowly buried inside of you.
“Holy fucking shit.” You laughed deliriously. “If I knew ya would’a been all pent up like this over some hat I would’a worn it sooner. Maybe even take ya righ’ then and there in tha’ mall.”
You smirk in amusement at his daring words, “Is that so?” You asked with a mischievous smile. “Mhm.” He hummed with a grin, his hands descending to gently massage your outer thighs whilst you cupped his cheeks, both of you falling into a blissful, giggly kiss. 
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carlsdarling · 8 months
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blowing carl in an alley way in alexandria 🫢🫢 you’ve got to reach up and clamp a hand over his mouth to quiet all his whimpering and whining while you swallow him down
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Y/N giving Carl head in a dark alley, and he whimpers too much. Basically plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (male receiving)
You and Carl had just left Ron's house, where you had spent the evening playing video games. Carl was going to escort you to Glenn and Maggie's house, where you were living. Neither of you had your own house yet, which made it difficult for you to be together in privacy. Throughout the evening you had shared caresses and kissed, and you hadn't failed to notice the excited glint in Carl's blue eye. "Don't you think we could go into your room on the sly?" suggested Carl now, pressing himself eagerly against you.
"Hardly, it's the middle of the night, they'll hear us," you replied. Your room was right next to Glenn and Maggie's bedroom. You hadn't made your relationship public yet because Carl had recently broken up with Enid; only Ron knew.
You stopped in the middle of the street and kissed passionately. "I want you, however, Y/N," Carl whispered in frustration, groping your breasts.
"It won't be possible anyway," you murmured regretfully. "I'm on my period." Carl sighed in disappointment.
Nonetheless, you wanted to be close to him and ran your hands through his hair as you continued to kiss. You buried your face in the curve of his neck and inhaled his scent, which you couldn't get enough of. Then you kissed his collarbone and pushed his shirt aside to kiss his shoulder as well, at the same time stroking your hand across his chest, down to his belly button.
"What are you doing?" asked Carl, his voice hoarse with excitement.
"I want to kiss you down there," you sighed, sliding his shirt up and breathing soft kisses on his belly, just above his belt.
Carl took a sharp breath. "Let's go over there," he said aroused, pointing to a dark alley between two residences. It was a narrow, unpaved walkway connecting to the parallel street. Hastily, you ducked into the shadows. Carl stopped and leaned backwards against a pear tree, taking off his shirt, while you got down on your knees in front of him, undid his belt and pants, and pulled his jeans down to his knees, along with his boxers.
It was the first time ever that you gave Carl a blowjob, and he was all impatient and couldn't wait for you to finally take his cock in your mouth. He bucked his hips and moaned audibly as you slightly licked his tip. His cock twitched and the first drops of precum dripped out. You encircled his reddish tip with your tongue. You liked the taste of Carl and the scent of him. "Oh, please," Carl whimpered, pushing your head down. "Suck me off, pleaaase."
In the nearby house where Hershel lived, the light was switched on in a room on the first floor. "Hello?" sounded Hershel's voice, and the silhouette of the old man could be seen at the open window. "Is anyone there? Carl, is that you?"
"Sssshshhh," you made, pulling away from Carl, which elicited another whimper from him.
"Go on," he demanded impatiently. "No one will see us here yet."
"'Be quiet,'" you hissed, waiting until Hershel finally disappeared from the window, turning out the light.
"Keep sucking, please," Carl begged, already fidgety and overly horny. "It's wonderful." Again you took his shaft in your mouth and ran your lips up and down it, caressing his balls with your hand. Carl's head fell back against the tree, and his moans ascended into the cool night air as his knees went all wobbly and shaky from what you were doing to him.
Again you paused and let his saliva-wet cock slip out of your mouth. "Carl, you're supposed to be fucking silent," you admonished him again. "It's mid July, people sleep with their windows open, and..."
You hadn't finished talking when Denise called out from the other house, "Who's out there? Is everything okay?" and beamed out with a flashlight. While the beam didn't reach far enough, she sounded irritated; so you had to assume that she would eventually come out to check on the alley.
Carl, meanwhile, had sat down in the grass and was leaning back against the tree, his cock as hard as a rock. "Carl, you've got to be quiet," you urged him again. "Otherwise we'll get caught."
"I don't care," he said needily. "Now just go on."
Angrily, you stared at him before continuing to suck him off. Of course, his whimpering, begging and whining started up again immediately, and finally you just covered Carl's mouth unceremoniously with your hand while you were getting him off.
From his tense muscles, you realized he was beyond close. He bucked up under you, trembling, and rammed his cock deep into your throat as he came with a muffled scream and your mouth filled with his cum. You swallowed. It took a moment for his movements to slow down, his cock limped and he sank back exhausted, then you lay in the grass under the pear tree looking at each other in love. "Can we do this more often?" Carl asked.
"Maybe not right here," you said teasingly, kissing him softly on the lips.
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sweetsonnyangel · 14 days
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Moments in our lives- Rick Grimes
Based off a small tune by Anna Bates called Skipping rocks. Can be found on her instagram!
first time writing and this was not proofread:/
He keeps a matchbook in his pocket and a cigarette behind his ear
- You looked at Rick from across the yard as he helped Maggie plant crops in your new home, Alexandria. You could see him say something to Maggie before he started to make his way towards you with a smile. Currently, you were taking care of Judith, who was sitting at your feet on the porch, playing with some blocks she had gotten from Jessie. Rick walked up the porch steps, sat down next to you, and pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. He put it to his lips and then took out his matchbook, which he always kept in his pocket, and lit his cigarette.
“You know it's not good for her to see her daddy smoking,” you said, a hint of concern in your voice.
Rick chuckled lightly and looked at you. “I'm serious, Rick.”
Rick smiled softly. “Alright, I won't do it in front of her anymore, promise,” he said, and with that, he threw it on the ground and stomped it with his boot.
He cries 3 times a week but only sobs two times a year
- #1: Rick sobbed in your arms after hearing the gunshot that killed Carl. You too were crying; Carl was like a son to you, and you loved him more than words could ever explain. But right now, you were trying to be as strong as you could for Rick. That's all you could do; nothing you could ever say would take the hurt away from him, the hurt of losing a child.
#2: Rick felt himself begin to sob as he looked at your face, his gun aimed at the explosives that would take down the bridge, and himself. He watched as Maggie and Michonne held you back. He closed his eyes as he heard you screaming for him. Then it happened—the bridge went down, along with the other half of your soul.
He chokes on simple phrases like ‘I love you dont you know’ 
- You and the two others kidnapped by the Governor (Maggie and Glenn) had just returned to the prison. You had taken the worst of the beatings there, wanting to shield Maggie and Glenn from harm. Merle let you have it, which ultimately proved futile because they still beat up Maggie and Glenn. After Merle, you refused to let the Governor humiliate you by stripping you of your clothes, which angered him. In the end, you were left in a bra and torn-up jeans.
When Rick and the group found you and took you to a relatively safe place, he gave you his shirt, leaving himself in just a white tank top that served as his undershirt. After explaining why you were more beaten up than Maggie and Glenn, Rick exploded at you, yelling about how you could have died if the Governor hadn't intervened to take you from Merle. Despite your insistence that you were okay, the bandages all over your body suggested otherwise.
“You can't risk your own safety for others like that!” Rick yelled.
“Why does it matter, Rick?!” you yelled back, feeling exhausted and just wanting to rest, but Rick was making that very difficult.
Rick suddenly grew quiet. “It matters because, because, I-I love you.”
You froze; had he really just said that? Rick cupped your cheeks with his hands, trying to be gentle with all your bruises and cuts. “I love you. I have for a while.”
You grabbed his shoulder with your non-injured hand and smiled. “I love you too, Rick.” With that, he pulled you in gently for a kiss that neither of you would forget.
And while hes skipping rocks my heart does skip a beat just so
- You and Rick were out on a run when you found a small pond. Rick mentioned skipping rocks with his father when he was younger. You told him you never learned how to, and he made a ‘mandatory stop’ at the pond. You watched as he threw the rock perfectly into the pond, where it bounced a couple of times. You smiled. “I don't know how to!” Rick chuckled softly and grabbed your hand. “Here, toss' em’ gently, like this.” He maneuvered your hand and shifted it slightly as you let go of the rock. It bounced a couple of times on the water. You turned around and smiled brightly at Rick. “I did it!” He smiled back at you, a smile that weakened you. “You did.” You looked him in the eyes as your cheeks tinted pink, he looked back at you with so much love in his eyes, a look that made your heart skip a beat.
He only wears those brown boots I bought him long ago
- You and Daryl had gone out on a run together; everyone else was busy helping out around Alexandria. Currently, you were in what used to be a clothing store, looking for clothes for Judith and the rest of the kids in Alexandria. As they were growing, they would need new things soon. As you walked up to a shelf, you saw a pair of brown boots that looked very durable, if that's the right word; they looked like they would last a long time. "This is exactly what Rick needs," you thought to yourself, but were they his size?
“Hey Daryl?” you could hear him approach you. “Yeah?” he responded as you turned the boot in his direction. “You think these would fit Rick? He's got a big ass foot so I can't be too sure.” Daryl chuckled at your comment, even though you were being completely serious. He took a closer look at the boots. “Yeh, I think they'd fit him.” You smiled and went to put them in your bag. “Thanks D!” He smiled slightly and went back to looking for clothes.
—-
You had finally settled on the couch after a long shower. You were so glad you had hot running water now. Rick wasn’t home yet; he was somewhere, you weren't quite sure where. You cozied up with a book and a blanket on one corner of the couch. About 20 minutes later, you heard the front door open, and you saw Rick enter the house. He saw you and smiled. “Hey doll,” you blushed slightly at the nickname. “Hi!, how was your day? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.” You somewhat joked. 
Rick sat down on the couch next to you, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he kicked his boots off. You suddenly remembered the boots you had picked up for him earlier. “Oh!” Rick looked at you alarmed as you laughed. “Sorry, forgot I picked something up for you on my run earlier.” Rick smiled. “Oh yeah?” You ran to get your backpack from the other side of the room, setting it down on the coffee table and pulling the boots out. “I saw these earlier and thought you would like ‘em.” Rick's smile brightened as he saw what you were holding. “If they don't fit, blame Daryl,” you said jokingly as you handed him the boots. He took them out of your hands and put them on, standing up to walk in them. As he did so, he gave you a little twirl. You laughed at him. “Do they fit well?” Rick walked up to you and cupped your cheeks. “They fit perfectly, thank you doll. I’ll wear 'em till they fall off my feet.” You chuckled as you leaned up to kiss him. “My pleasure, officer,” you said with a wink.
Rick really did wear the boots till the soles wore off. They were the only thing he had left of you after he blew up the bridge to save his people from the horde of walkers.
When he loves me in the evening I can feel it in my soul
- It was late into the evening, and you had just finished washing the dishes that had been used during dinner. You had made spaghetti at the request of Carl. You felt Rick sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck softly. You smiled as you turned around to face him, your arms wrapping behind his neck. He smiled back at you. “Dance with me,” he said.
You gave him a playful look. “To what music?”
Rick then began to hum as he swayed you both around. You laughed softly as your head went to rest on his chest. “I love you,” you whispered, and his humming stopped.
“I love you too,” he whispered back.
He stutters when he tells me he's always been just mine 
- You lay in bed, Rick beside you, a comforting silence enveloping the room. Memories flooded your mind: stolen glances, shared laughter, moments of quiet understanding between the two of you. Through it all, an unspoken bond persisted, defying explanation.
“I love you, Rick. I think I always have,” you spoke suddenly. Rick turned to you, his expression softening. “I love you too. I've always been yours,” he replied, gently taking your hand. “And I always will be.”
In that moment, amidst the chaos of the new life, you realized that sometimes the most beautiful confessions come in the form of a stuttered declaration.
And while hes skipping rocks my heart does skip a beat in time
- You, Rick, Judith, and Carl were hanging out by the little pond in Alexandria. A content smile adorned your face as you watched Rick teach Carl how to skip rocks. You rocked Judith in your arms softly as she was falling asleep. Carl had gotten the hang of it, and you cheered him on softly from where you sat. Rick looked back at you with a smile, a smile full of love that made your heart skip a beat. The same smile he always wore. You smiled back at him, wishing things could stay like this forever.
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desiderio-dixon · 17 days
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Seesaws and Stray Dogs
Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Negan's sister!reader
Genre : angst!! some comfort and fluff
Warnings : violence, gore, the lineup, mentions of Daryl's time as Negan's prisoner, guilt, toxic sibling relationship, please lmk if I missed anything!
Word count : 1.2k
Request (by anon) : "daryls wife coming out as negans sister how will everything unfold when she learns????"
A/N : I could definitely expand on this universe more in the future! Hope this is along the lines of what anon was looking for!
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The last time you'd seen your brother, it ended in yells and tears. You were furious to find how he'd been treating his wife, the same wife that was wasting away each day. You'd told him, "Don't call me." And left his apartment. He didn't have much of a reaction, that stone cold expression, never meeting your eyes. But he'd stayed true to your request, and hadn't called ever again.
When the world turned upside down and the dead began roaming, you figured he was dead. Of course you still cared for him, had fond memories of seesaws and stray dogs. But you couldn't stand to think of the person he'd become, so it was easier to believe he was dead. To mourn, and then move on.
And move on, you did. You found a group, a group that quickly became family. To add, you even found love.
Daryl is a big heart hidden behind a gruff exterior, and he stole your heart before you even knew it. After months of pining, you finally threw in the towel and kissed him. It was clunky and awkward but it made your heart grow ten sizes. It wasn't long before he'd found a ring for you. A simple thing, a dainty band with a small green gem in the center. It isn't much visually, but it means the world to you.
Now, on the worst day of your life, you twirl the ring anxiously around your finger over and over. Beside you, Maggie trembles, pale and sweaty. A little further down the line is Daryl. He's hurt, bleeding and doubled over. You want to crawl to him, to stretch your body over his and protect him. Let his blood seep into your clothing. But you can't, you know that. Around you, the saviors keep alert, waiting for someone to act out of line. For someone to give them a reason. You won't.
And then the trailer door snaps open. "Pissing our pants, yet?" At first, you think you're hallucinating. Some sick and twisted trick your brain is playing on you. There's no way that your brother is the big bad wolf.
But then he sees you, and he laughs. A big, hearty laugh that crinkles the corners of his eyes. And then he's strutting over to you, bat swinging at his side. "Holy...shit!" He exclaims, leaning down to face you eye-to-eye. You meet his eyes, searching them. In your peripheral, you see Daryl begin to struggle, trying to reach you. You want to tell him that it's okay, that this is your brother, but you're not sure that's even true anymore. Who has he become? "Definitely did not expect to see you here!" Negan bellows, a happy grin on his face.
You can feel the confused gazes surrounding you, both from your friends and his. You don't dare look away from him, eyes steely and jaw set. But still, your hands move on their own accord, twirling the ring over and over. "Now this here...is an absolute plot twist! That is my baby sister, y'all!" He looks at your hands, at the ring you obsessively touch. "Oh! Now don't tell me my little sister is married to one of these pricks!" Daryl squirms.
"I am, not that it's any of your business." You spit. Negan twirls around, giving the lineup a good once over.
"Now wait! Don't tell me! Let me guess." He walks back and forth, exaggeratedly rubbing his chin in mock-thought. He stops in front of Rick, glancing to see your reaction. You don't move. And then Glenn, but when Maggie cries out, he swiftly moves on. Right to Daryl. You swallow harsh, holding your breath as he raises his bat to him. "I think I hit the jackpot! Get up, kid. Come sit next to your husband." You stand on shaky feet, sending one last lingering glance to Maggie before stumbling your way to Daryl.
When you reach him, falling to your knees, he shuffles forward, hiding you behind his frame. Negan laughs at the display. "Well, now that we've got that settled, let's get started!"
When all is settled and done, you can't look away from the patch of dirt and leaves you're perched on. Because if you do, you'd see your friends. Abraham and Glenn, or what's left of them. A mangled mess of gore, the soil below drinking their blood and tinging a crimson red. And you'd see that he's gone. Your love, ripped from you as you kicked and cried and screamed. You're not sure how long you sit, staring at the ground. But night turns into morning.
And then Maggie stumbles toward her husband. All the girls leap up, yourself included. You, Sasha, Rosita all help Maggie. Like some kind of widows club, you think bitterly.
There's a sense of guilt too, that this blood was spilled by someone of your own. That the same evil that runs through him could be in your veins, too. Rick can hardly meet your eyes.
In shame, you exile yourself to Hilltop with Maggie and Sasha. There's nothing for you in Alexandria anymore. You knew Negan wouldn't hurt you, but everyone else was free game and you didn't want to be there to see it. Let him believe you were dead. Maybe then he'd let Daryl go.
Hilltop is where you and Daryl reunite. It was somewhere around a week after the lineup, a week of hell for everyone. Daryl was weakened, beat and starved and sleep deprived. He practically falls into your arms.
The tears roll freely as your hands roam over his back, confirming that he's really there. Really with you. You're overcome with a strange mix of gratitude and guilt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You cry into him, tears staining his shoulder. He doesn't say anything, but he squeezes you tightly. That says more than words.
That night, as you both ready for bed, Daryl tells you all that he went through at the hands of your brother. You run your hands over the fresh bruises and the aged scars. "I'm sorry. I thought he was dead." You mumble, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. The dim light of the lamp casts an intimate glow over the two of you.
"He will be." Daryl grunts, but then he timidly adds. "...if ya want him to be." You know he's no stranger to a morally gray (or rather morally black) brother. His own brother was once his enemy too.
"I don't know, honestly. He's my brother but he hasn't been the same since even before all this." You sigh. "I wish things were different." The things Negan has done, they're unforgiveable. And yet, he may be the only blood you have left in the world. Doesn't that mean something?
You settle into the bed next to Daryl, wrapping your arms around his frame. His skin is warm and comforting against your own. Familiar. You begin to doze off, feeling safe knowing he's here with you, but before you reach sleep, you hear him. "Me too."
At that, you make a promise to yourself. You won't let your brother hurt Daryl anymore, no matter the cost. No one, including Negan, will take Daryl from you ever again.
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ruewrote · 1 year
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𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦.
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PAIRING: glenn rhee x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: on my mind by ellie goulding WORD COUNT: 521
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it hadn't really clicked how you felt about glenn until the well situation, how he was dangling above a walker like... bait.
how your heart got caught in your throat as you watched and heaved the rope back with the others, how the tears stung in your eyes.
how you couldn't even look him or the others after the incident. separated from the group, your tent next to daryls.
glenn of course tried to talk to you multiple times, but you brushed him off. making yourself busy in the process, going on food and medical supplies.
teaching carl how to hunt and maggie how to kill the walkers.
the moment played on your mind every waking minute.
you had been with the group since the beginning, you were actually with glenn when you had found some of the others.
andrea not taking a liking to you immediately but her sister amy did.
the both of you had gotten closer since her death.
it came back around that somebody had to go further out for supplies this time. of course he volunteered. you refused.
"you can't keep letting him put himself in danger all the time, its not fair! just because he's what 'faster'?" pushing yourself onto your feet off of the couch.
"y/n it's fine really i—" he interupted but that didn't stop you from continuing.
"it's not, this is total and utter bullshit. he's been putting his life at risk since he got he and i bet he's done it before you arrived."
they all agreed for a different plan, a safer one for the boy.
the meeting was dismissed and you made your way out of the house with your head hung low. trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
grabbing a woven basket and started your chores.
slightly moving each chicken so you could grab the eggs, standing up straighter as footsteps were heard behind you.
rolling your eyes when you came face to face with glenn.
"okay seriously dude what is your problem?" still ignoring him but listened to him talk.
"first you are ignoring me, now you're sticking up for me?"
you just walked around him, stopping when he lightly grasps your arms holding you closer to his chest, face to face.
tears welling up in your eyes as you looked into his.
"i shouldn't be feeling this way. i barely even know you! it's so stupid." your words came out wobbly as you shake your head.
glenn listened whilst he wiped away the fallen tears from your cheeks.
"i-i just can't see you get hurt, you are always the one to jump to put your life in danger and no one ever second guesses it. it's not fair damnit."
"if i knew any better you'd think you've got a littl crush on me." a blush spread across your cheeks as his shoulder playfully knocks into your own.
looking at your dirty boots knock together in response.
"w-wait really?" no you're lying!"
gathering everything you had in and placed your lips against his, feeling as he almost instantly shuts up and melts in the kiss.
"woah..."
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zombiewhor3 · 1 year
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SURVIVORS HURT TO
carl grimes x fem reader
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WARNINGS: injured carl, insecure carl, upset reader, mentions of gore, mentions of dying, mentions of gun shot wound, mentions of self blame, mentions of murder, mentions of weapon usage,
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"it's my fault god it's all my fault" she wept softly to herself as she held Carl's resting hand, it was a damn miracle that somehow he managed to survive a bullet through the eye.
but yet somehow she blamed herself because she should've taken the gun before letting Michonne stab through him, she should've just grabbed it from him but instead she just froze like an idiot.
and this is why she was in this situation, it's why her boyfriend was almost dead with a bullet hole through his eye, she wondered when he'd wake up and if he'd even wake up after the injury.
she knew the statistics of gun wound survivors especially ones to the face and the head they often died in the hospitals and god forbid that he'd die, she didn't think she could move on without him
"i'm sorry Carl" she sobbed into his hand feeling as the puddle of tears started to pour onto his skin, "please wake up Carl please" she was practically begging him, hell she had been praying all night just for him to give her a sign or anything, she just needed something.
she just needed to know that he was gonna be okay.
"get out" was the only words she heard from his mouth as he through his hand up to cover the bandage that was wrapped over his eye, "Carl" she sniffled with a smile but she could see a sour expression form out onto his face like he was disgusted by her.
"Get out y/n! get the hell out!" he shouted watching as she stood up from the chair next to his bed side, she could feel a harsher pile of tears pour down her face as her hand rested against the door handle.
"go! i don't want to see you!" he yelled knowing that he must've surely been breaking her heart by his cruel words, she slipped out of the door using the crease of her elbow to hide her fit of tears.
without even a word to the others sitting in the living room she made her way into her bedroom and slammed the door harshly with the click of the lock she tossed herself against the bed burying her face into some of the pillows resting there.
Maggie knocked on the door before trying to open it but with the rattle of the handle she knew it was locked, "y/n is Carl okay?" she asked inferring that maybe for some reason he might've not have made it through the night.
there was no response of y/n except there was muffled weeps coming from behind the door,
"y/n talk to me i know how you feel" Maggie tried to reason taking a glance over at the bottom of the hall where her husband stood folding his arms while he let himself lean against the wall.
"he's not dead! that's not the problem! i j-just don't wanna talk about it!" she shouted back through the door, Maggie frowned softly while she could see Glenn giving her back the same look.
He approached the door, "were here if you need to it's okay y/n" he was trying to comfort her, and to which he heard a loud sniffle and was waiting for a response from her but it was nothing but silence and the sound of more crying spilling from her.
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two whole days and he hadn't been anywhere near her, he'd been avoiding her for the entire time period, as soon as he woke up he wanted her gone and away from him.
it wasn't because he blamed her or because he despised her but because he believed that it was his fault, and well he was despising himself, he wondered how she would take his look.
whether she would push him away for looking like a freak or if she would understand but there was no point in taking the risk because he thought she would think he's a freak.
that he was an idiot for giving Ron a gun, that he was an idiot for ever trying to be his friend, he was an idiot for even trying to help and protect him because look at what he caused.
he stood in the mirror as he pulled off the bandage revealing his eye, his eye that was bloody and it was so damn gruesome he wasn't even sure he could face to look at it himself.
but he needed to change his bandage and he hadn't want anyone to see him like this, not his father, not the doctor who fixed him up and he especially didn't want y/n to see him like this.
she hadn't known he was back in the house they both lived in, she had been told he'd been living from place to place bouncing around in the homes that had been under renovation before this whole end of the world bullshit started.
she could see the bullet wound in his eye and it made her not sick but sorry, she felt sorry for him even if he had treated her so shitty, "get the hell out!" he yelled watching as her eyes watered but instead she hadn't moved she froze just watching him in the mirror.
her lips quivered while the rest of her face seemed to shake and even her hands started to tremble as she took a few steps closer to him, "come here Carl" she spoke watching as he used his hair to cover up the wound in his eye, she smiled at him as she wiped a tear away.
"get out please" he spoke turning while her hands rested on his cheeks, he was afraid of her moving the hair away to reveal the wound that was gonna be on his face forever.
"don't please y/n just get out" he spoke softly watching her shake her head no while a few tears slipped down her face, "i love you to much to just leave you like this Carl please you know i love you" she was practically begging him just so she could stay.
she pulled his hair back to reveal the wound, "it ruined me y/n, looks so god damn disgusting i don't even wanna look at myself" some would hear him and say that he was fishing for some sort of attention but god he believed it was true because it was what he had planted in his head.
"look at me Carl, you're so brave and this didn't ruin you, you've fought so hard and i know you're gonna do so god damn good" she placed a kiss on his forehead just above where the wound was.
Carl wanted to cry on his own, "i'm sorry for being so mean i just don't want anyone to see me like this even myself but it's my fault i should've never tried to help him" he admitted wrapping his arms around the crying girl.
"i love you Carl, and i'm sorry i didn't take the gun that's on me and me only it's not your fault" he furrowed his brows while he stroked her delicate hair, he swallowed before speaking
"we were only trying to do the right thing, he just lost it after seeing his mother die and his brother," he spoke at the harsh truth that was 1/2 true for him, he had to kill his own mother.
he was the one to make sure she didn't turn into a walker and yet somehow he seemed to understand Ron now or maybe just the reason why he was so god damn angry at the world.
"i love you y/n even if you were to think i was a monster i would still love you until i die" he spoke rubbing her back softly feeling as her warmth was starting to soak into him.
"til death do us part Carl even if you do become a monster"
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Desert Rose
Chapter 12 ~ Cherokee Rose
✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose
✧ Era : Season 2
✧ Word Count : 3.1k
In this chapter ~ When the rest of the group was informed about all the recent events, it was clear they became fearful, wanting to formulate some sort of plan. After reuniting all together at the farm, they are left with the anticipation if Rose would pull through. Meanwhile, the search for Sophia continues.
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Lori and Maggie eventually made it back to the farm safely and the woman jumped off the horse in a flash, rushing inside to see her son and her husband. Unimaginable relief filled Rick's chest the moment she walked through the door, safe and unharmed. However he quickly informed her that she needed to give a blood transfusion in order for them to perform the surgery Rose needed. To keep her alive.
Upon hearing that, Lori gladly went over to have her blood drawn as quickly as possible. Just seeing how pale she had gotten, how terrible this all escalated in just a few hours, it was a lot to process.
Although Lori hadn't interacted much with Rose she was still a part of the group, and had kept her son safe countless times since she stepped foot in their camp. And because of that, Lori knew she could trust her, and if giving her blood helped her stay alive, she would do it in an instant.
Carl never left Rose's side the entire time she laid there so still in the bed. All he wanted was for her to be okay as he constantly watched Hershel work and check on her more times than he was able to count. He just wordlessly sat there holding her hand, hoping Shane would be back soon so they could use the supplies they found to save her.
The two men hadn't come back yet even though it had been hours, but all the rest of them could do was wait and hope for the best. Even if the minutes were slowly ticking away at her fate.
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"Shot? What do you mean shot?" Dale asked the group as they made their way back over to the RV, explaining why only a third of the group emerged from the woods.
"God, I don't know Dale. All I know is that this girl rode in on a horse, telling us my best friend got shot and took Lori so she could give her a blood transfusion, I think. It all happened too fast, they kept talking about blood types..." Glenn rambled.
Dale just stood there with wide eyes and his mouth slightly parted, not knowing what to say as they all dumped this information on him. But he couldn't get a word in even if he tried, Daryl already beating him to the punch as he gathered himself.
"I dunno about y'all but m' headin out. Gonna make sure she's okay." he said while heading to his bike, not sparing them a second glance.
"Right behind you." Glenn muttered, walking with him as he too couldn't stop worrying about what was happening to her.
Carol stuttered, "W-Wait! We can't leave, my daughter is still out there." she said before they were able to take off.
Carol was concerned about Rose, of course she was. But she needed to find her daughter and didn't want to just leave the highway in case she somehow came back.
"Yeah, well y'all can stay here and wait but m' not." Daryl argued.
"Okay, wait, hold up Daryl," Dale said to catch his attention, "This group is split enough as it is, we have to plan this. How about we wait until tomorrow morning and if she's still not back we'll leave her a sign, some supplies, and come back every day to check and see if she came back before heading to this... farm." he ranted.
"Great, you guys do that. I gotta get to Rose." Daryl responded.
"Jesus Christ Daryl, she's going to be okay. Why are you so persistent about getting to her anyway?" Andrea asked with a hand on her hip.
Daryl's eyes narrowed at her as he seemed to clam up, not knowing what to say. He knew the reason he wanted to get to her so badly, but he didn't want to admit it out loud. At least not yet. He could barely even admit it to himself. It was a tough pill to swallow that his redneck ass had actually formed a schoolboy crush on her.
Andrea scoffed at his silence, "Oh okay, yeah I get it." she said in a tone that got under his skin.
"Look, she's a few miles away from us, dyin for all we know, why aren't you people more concerned?!" Daryl snapped.
"We are!" Dale defended, "But someone has to be thinking clearly right now, and I think splitting us up even more isn't going to do us any good."
Daryl only scoffed, fed up with the whole conversation and the constant back and forth that was only wasting more time.
Though Glenn stayed quiet as he listened. Both of them had good points and although he didn't want to be clueless of what was happening on that farm, in his head he made up his mind. After debating back and forth for a few lingering seconds of silence that was spared, he figured they could wait just one more night.
He dreadfully walked closer to Daryl to speak quieter to the man, hesitant on what he was about to say, "Listen they...they might be right."
"What?" Daryl asked sharply.
"Look, I want to get to her just as bad as you do," he stated, causing the man to glare daggers at him from the subtle assumption.
But Glenn scoffed at his expression, "Don't look at me like that, I've seen the way you treat her versus how you treat anyone else around here. My point is...I want to get there too, but let's just wait one more night and then first thing tomorrow we can head to the house all together. Let's just avoid the fight."
Daryl was taking in his words carefully. Had he really been that obvious that he was growing to care for her? Did the others know like he did? Reguardless, he was about to protest further but then Glenn cut him off.
"Do you really want to sit there and watch her be in pain? Hear her scream? I don't know what they have to do to help her but it must be pretty bad if she needs blood. I don't want to watch her go through that." he admitted.
The truth was, that's what scared Daryl too. Genuinely scared to go there and see her because he didn't want to see what had happened to her, he dreaded it in fact. He just wanted to picture her like the last time he saw her. Having a small smile on her face, and a light behind her eyes which he could only assume was hope to find Sophia, before she headed off with Rick.
He didn't say anything, but he nodded once, finally giving into staying one more night.
Carol saw him get off his bike and sighed in relief, "Thank you, thank you both." she said to the men.
Daryl just nodded again, hoping she couldn't see the slight annoyance that filled him at the idea of waiting. He hated waiting. He didn't have enough patience to wait around for something, and his mind almost couldn't handle it with the number of thoughts that constantly clouded over his head. And this was no different, in fact it might be worse.
But he swallowed his pride for once in his life and respected Carol's wishes seeing as she was going through enough already. He just silently headed into one of the nearby abandoned cars to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would come faster that way.
However, the truth was, the next morning couldn't come soon enough and both Glenn and Daryl were itching to get there as fast as possible. Daryl didn't sleep hardly at all that night, and it felt like days before the sun finally began to rise. But the second everyone was awake, they all gathered their things, left a sign for Sophia along with some food and water, and headed towards the house.
They raced down the many dirt roads in the limited vehicles they had left before taking a sharp turn towards where they were instructed. Daryl kept repeating the directions in his head, the woman's voice playing like a broken record as he kept an eye out for the mailbox that she mentioned. Once they had finally passed it, it wasn't long before a big white farmhouse came into view, only causing him to pick up speed.
Once the remainder of them finally arrived and pulled through the metal gates towards the entrance, they all squinted to see Rick and Lori, standing on the porch waiting for them to come up. They all collectively raced out of their vehicles and Daryl nearly ate shit trying to get off his bike, jogging up to the couple before anyone else could.
"How is she? She okay?" he asked them, trying to hide the panic in his voice.
Rick smirked slightly to himself, "She's okay, she's going to be okay." he confirmed.
Daryl sighed a bit quietly in relief though he heard Glenn do the same from just a few inches behind him, a pressure being lifted from his chest at the news. The rest then started to come up and greet them on the porch with hugs and relieved smiles, but Daryl just stepped aside. A part of him wanted to go inside and see her, but he was nervous. He wanted to prepare himself to see the state she was in. His mind could only imagine so much as to what she looked like after everything that had happened to her.
But it seemed his decision was made for him as Hershel then came outside to introduce himself to the new people and explained a little bit more of what happened to Rose. He said she was resting but he didn't expect her to wake up for a little while longer, as he only finished the surgery a few hours prior. Maybe that was a good enough excuse to stay away for a while longer.
The older man then asked everyone if they would want to gather around to have a small ceremony for a man they lost. Otis had sacrificed himself in order to save Rose according to what Shane told the group, died from a herd of walkers that somehow tore through the high school. Everyone agreed instantly and slowly trailed out to an open field, standing quietly while Hershel said a few words about him and read from the bible. Patricia, Otis's wife turned towards Shane after a few moments of silence, asking if he would tell the story of how it happened. And he did, not wanting to deny as he felt he didn't have a choice.
The story that he told was long and drug out, as the man wasn't able to look at a single person in the eye when speaking about what had happened. Though everyone seemed to believe his words and sympathized for the family...everyone except Daryl.
He knew Shane was lying straight through his teeth, but kept his mouth shut about saying anything at all about the fairytale he told. He knew in the back of his mind that no one would believe him if he were to speak up about it anyway. And the only person who would, was currently unconscious.
After the service for Otis, Glenn didn't waste anymore time as he rushed into the house to find the room she was in, seeing his friend lying almost lifeless on the bed looking deathly pale. His eyes widened drastically as he sped over to her on the right side of the bed and grabbed her hand with tears in his eyes, moving some of the hair from her face.
He started to whisper things to her as if she could hear him, getting everything off of his chest as he began to feel guilty for this happening to her. He didn't know why, the events had nothing to do with him, yet he still felt terrible that she was put in this position. Perhaps he should've protested about her leaving to begin with. Though he knew it was wrong to think like that, he almost couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry about your girlfriend."
Glenn's head suddenly snapped back up towards the doorway, seeing a younger shorthair girl standing there with obvious sympathy.
He was taken off guard at the assumption as he quickly shook his head, "Oh no, she's not my girlfriend. We're just friends. Well... I think she's my best friend, but she might disagree with that one." he said jokingly.
She laughed a little with a slow nod in understanding, "Well, sorry to assume. I just saw you and the guy with the crossbow were both real worried about her."
Glenn thought back for a moment at the obvious concern Daryl was showing for his friend, smirking to himself about the possibilities. But he just silently nodded to the girl in appreciation before turning back to Rose.
Back outside the house Rick, Daryl, Shane, and Hershel were all looking at a map on the hood of a car, trying to figure out the best plan for finding Sophia. They all quickly realized there was a lot of ground to cover, and with how long she had been missing, it would probably take a lot longer to track her down than they had hoped.
"How long has the girl been lost?" Hershel asked.
"This is day three," Rick responded, then looked back towards the map, "This is perfect, we can finally get this thing organized."
"We'll grid the whole area and start searching in teams." Shane said.
But Hershel was quick to shake his head, "No not you, with the way you hurt your ankle, push it now and you'll be laid up for a month. No good to nobody." Hershel told him.
"Alright then it's just us today." Rick said to Daryl.
"Nah, we should split up. I'll go east a little ways and you check around this area." he said pointing north.
Rick furrowed his brow, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. M' better on my own." he responded.
Rick nodded his head before they continued discussing about how more people would go out tomorrow so they could actually start doing this right. The large setback they had was bad enough as it was, but now knowing that the girl could've gone farther was the thing now weighing them down.
But Daryl found himself volunteering to go out on his own simply because he needed the distraction. He couldn't bring himself to go in and see Rose just yet, he had no idea what he would be walking into. So he decided to make himself useful and help look for Sophia for the time being, wanting to be able to finally bring her back safe.
Rick noticed however, how frantic Daryl was the second he saw him, how so clearly he cared without even fully realizing it for himself. But he was since left confused as to why the man hadn't just gone up to see him for herself, not even to check on her once.
So when the group eventually split after they were done talking out the details, Rick took the opportunity to get some answers out of him.
"Hey," Rick called after Daryl before he had a chance to get away. "Did you go in and see Rose yet?" he asked.
Daryl shook his head, "Nah."
"Well, why not? You seemed pretty concerned when you first got here." he said.
Daryl shrugged, "Just wanted to hear she was okay. Now come on, we ain't got all day, we got a little girl to find." he said bluntly before walking away a bit quicker than usual.
Rick smiled to himself knowingly, but turned around and went on pretending like he didn't know a damn thing.
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The minutes had slowly turned into hours since Daryl went out on the lookout for Sophia, and since they hadn't found a thing. He was searching high and low for any type of sign that she could be nearby or maybe passed through recently, but was left with nothing as he continued his search. He felt defeated under the scorching sun, growing more tired than he was ever willing to admit as he continued to push himself to the limits.
But suddenly, he came across an older white house, barely coming into view across the large field and decided to check it out just in case she could be hiding out there.
He walked up to the front door, trying to listen for walkers before kicking the door open with a loud bang, signaling the corpses towards the noise if there was any in there to begin with. When there was only silence, he slowly stepped in and down the longer hallway, searching room after room he came across. Nothing quite caught his eye as he scanned around every inch throughly, just a trashy house that was abandoned a long time ago.
Even the very last room towards the end didn't leave him with a lot of hope, just a bunch of cans and trash surrounding the floors. That is until something managed to catch his eye. A larger cupboard tucked in the corner was left open just enough for him to catch a glimpse at what was inside. It was small, maybe nothing, but a pillow and a blanket on the floor along with some opened food that had been picked apart recently.
To him it was a sign. Maybe it wasn't Sophia that was hiding in there, but it was a sign to keep looking. After checking the whole house, with no other sign of the girl, he hesitantly walked out the back door with the intention to head back to Hershel's farm. That is until something else caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.
From a good few feet away, there sat some flowers blooming fairly close to the house he just cleared. He began walking over to them slowly, only to find out that they were Cherokee roses, to which he knew quite well. These flowers were very beautiful and had a backstory behind them that he would never forget, which only caused the wheels to turn faster in his head. He thought of Carol, how these flowers must have bloomed for Sophia, and decided to pick one off to take back to her and share the story he had come to know. To give her a little bit of hope that she needed.
He turned around with the intention of leaving to head back, but then out of the clear blue, Rose suddenly crossed his mind. He turned to look back at the flowers again, debating if he should take one to her too, or if he should just leave it be. Maybe she would appreciate it, love it even. Or maybe she didn't even like flowers at all, thinking it was pointless to receive something that would only die in just a few days. Daryl didn't know her thoughts behind something like this...but he knew her. And that was good enough for him.
So, after overthinking it for far too long, he walked back over to quickly pick another one and headed towards the farm again, before he changed his mind.
~ Thanks for reading!
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can you write something about the reader and jack getting into a super bad argument about fame getting to his head? let’s say he’s treating the reader differently, not prioritizing his family, etc. (not that he’d ever do that ofc 🥰😂)
just another celebrity
GENRE: angst
i think i didn't really like how this turned out, but i really hope you do😭
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“I’m so sorry Maggie” you told your mother in law after you finished your second glass of wine.
she sighed, "it's not your fault, dear"
“I still feel guilty, it was my idea”
“this is only jack's responsibility" she reaffirmed, putting her hand on top of yours on the table, giving you a warm, but sad smile.
A few days ago it had been Jack's birthday, and you thought that the best thing was that he celebrate that day with his friends, and that on the weekend, he could have a quiet dinner with the two most important women in his life: his mom and you.
Thing is, Jack hadn't shown up.
“should we order?” Maggie said, taking you by surprise. You had thought that after her son stood her up, she would just want to go home.
“oh, I thought you wanted to go home" you confessed.
“we are already here, y/n, in nice dresses, in a nice restaurant, let's not waste the opportunity”
You smiled sadly at her, “okay” you nodded.
after having dinner with jack's mom, and doing your best to keep it from being a sad evening, you came home exhausted and upset. This wasn't the first time Jack had failed you in this way, and you were starting to get frustrated. Also, you never imagined that he could also fail his own mother.
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You were already sleeping when you felt Jack's body fall onto the bed with a thud, not caring if he woke you up or not. You didn't turn around anyway, and when you felt him kiss your hair and wrap an arm around your waist, you could only clench your jaw and force yourself back to sleep.
The next morning, Jack was still in the same position, and you removed his arm from your waist without any delicacy, however, Jack continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.
you showered, put clothes on and went down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. when you sat at the kitchen table and started looking at your phone while you ate, you came across some photos that made you abruptly drop your spoon.
Last night you had felt anger, but now you could feel the sadness closing your throat. As you watched Jack surrounded by celebrities at what appeared to be a second birthday party, you wondered if that man smiling in the photos was the same man you fell in love with.
You began to remember the last few months, all the times that he had been late, all the greeting kisses that he had returned without taking his eyes off his phone, all the nights that you had slept alone because he was at a party that he couldn't miss because there would be that celebrity and that celebrity.
all those times it hurt, but never like this. You know it was DRAKE, you know it was DOJA CAT, and a bunch of other celebrities, but were they more important than his mom?
you kept looking at the photos in case you found Urban in any of them, or if he had taken some, or maybe some members of PG, but nobody was, so... his best friends weren't invited either?
“morning baby” Jack's voice made you jump, and he kissed your hair without even realizing it, quickly turning to the fridge to get something to eat.
“where were you last night?” you replied, not bothering to greet him. You could see his brow furrowed as he looked back at you.
“in a party?”
“And, by any chance, did you have your phone with you?”
“where are you going with this?" he asked, as if he was already bored with the conversation.
“we had agreed to have dinner with your mom last night, jack. we waited for you for almost three hours”
“I don't remember when we agreed on that, y/n, but I'm sure mom will understand, I'll call her in a bit”
“yes, she will understand, but not me”
“please, y/n, let's not make this bigger than it is” he replied, rolling his eyes.
you opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was telling you. "You really don't care about standing us up for hours? Don't you feel even… a little bit of guilt?" you said, gesturing with your hands.
"I'm sorry, babe" he said, but anyone could tell that he was just saying it out of commitment, you didn't see a bit of regret in his eyes, he wasn't even trying to sound believable.
"I... I don't think I recognize you anymore, jack" you said almost in a whisper, and you saw how he snorted.
"you're really making a drama, y/n"
"I don’t think so. The Jack that I knew had his mother as his number one priority, he had his usual circle of friends that he took everywhere with him, if he had commitments with the people he loved, he would arrive on time. The Jack that I met at least took his eyes off his cell phone when he greeted me"
"I'm still like that, y/n, I can't believe you're doing this scene for one mistake!"
"one mistake? one mistake?” you said, beginning to breathe heavily, as you stood up from your chair “and what about everything else I just mentioned? what about dinner with my parents a month ago when you were an hour late, or when I broke my foot three months ago, but you found out the next day because you didn’t answer the damn phone?!" you said, touching his chest with your index finger with each word, in an accusing way. After months, your frustration causing you to vomit words without being able to stop, “oh! and how to forget when you arrived drunk at your brother's birthday and fell asleep on the couch because you had been celebrating I don't know what with fucking Adam Levine! can't stand that guy, by the way” the last part almost made jack laugh, you were so angry that you didn't even care anymore if you mentioned things that had nothing to do with the matter, "oh, are you amused? So you still don't understand everything I just told you?"
Jack had never seen you like this, and with your last sentence he began to realize the seriousness of the situation, but not completely. he tried to hug you and tell you he was sorry a thousand times, but you didn't let him.
“This is not going to be fixed with a couple of kisses and a gift, Jack... I think I've put up with too much… you are not the person that I fell in love with, the kind, the humble and nice man that I fell in love with. Now you're... now you're just another celebrity” you said, before walking out of the house, leaving Jack confused and heartbroken on the kitchen floor.
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i think i found out yesterday about adam levine's infidelity… i live in a country that hates him so, DID WE LIE? 💀
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Magnolia in May (Part Twenty Seven) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU
Parts 1-20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26...
Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker
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Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.
Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.
TW: none.
[[A/N: Live for this gif, it's the epitome of mim! Rick, except Judith is a bit older. Thanks for reading !!! ]]
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The buzz of the street was comforting, a bit like the bickering of your home dinners -Headmistress speaking, Maggie biting back, and Beth and Father merely watching on. It was much of the same, just on a wider scale -words being said but you didn't listen not as though you were at home.
The stalls were busy and the street even busier, and it felt like Alexandria.
"You're Ms. Greene," someone spoke, you turned to listen, "-Mr. Grimes's courting you!"
That day at the ball, he'd asked you to stand by him -at the center of it all. All the eyes on you had been unnerving, but being by his side was important -he'd requested you.
In his concern, he must've forgotten the gossiping.
"I am," you hummed, moving along the space with certainty.
"Are you of great fortune?" The woman asked, not quite young but not quite old, "-Or perhaps you're pursuing him for-"
"I'm pursuing him to pursue him," you interrupted, turning to face her with a seriousness in your tone, "-nothing else."
Her lips pursed, dark brown hair framed her face and blue eyes staring rather intriguingly -like you were a sort of wonder.
"You say such a thing so firmly," she spoke, tilting her head, "-Do you truly believe it?"
"I much more than believe it, madam," you echoed, a bit distant -this battle was one you had won before, "-I live it."
She didn't follow you after such a thing was said, but the whispers that followed you only carried. Each crowd formed around you as if you were infectious -swerving and eyes downcast.
Oftentimes you missed old Alexandria, like the day you met Mr. Grimes where you could exist in harmony -no one of note. But you supposed now that you were here, you couldn't wish to be back there. He meant far too much to you to wish before him.
Far too much.
At the thought, something in your chest warmed, and you found something claws up your throat -you turned back to the woman, the crowd really.
"I love him-"
It wasn't an explanation, not really, and sure, they didn't need to know such things. But something in you wished to say it, to get it out -to tell people I love him and he loves me. He wishes to marry me-
"-if you must know."
The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully, no one chose to speak to you out of turn -only whispers followed behind you like a gust of wind. But by then, you didn't truly care.
You hadn't thought about the papers, not then anyway, but looking back on such a confrontation -you probably should have.
"Look at this darling," Headmistress motioned the paper to you, "'I love him,' says the lady of such elite courtship. Further comments to Mr. Grimes were made but he merely smiled at such words. The ring of a proposal is upon our ears, certainly, it will be the wedding of the century."
You peered over the paper, "The front page, it's certainly not worth such importance-"
"I beg to differ, my dear," Headmistress hummed, setting the paper in front of your Father without much other thought, "-Mr. Grimes being off the market is sure to be news."
"Very true," your Father echoed, "-upon his visit to Alexandria, all that could be talked about was of him being a bachelor. Your courting is bound to make the papers."
"Yes, okay," you started, "-but my own words? Truly, they must be inconsequential-"
"Not in this case," your Headmistress shook her head, absentmindedly adjusting the pin of your hair -it was falling from the day's work, "-you neatly confirmed the seriousness of such a courting. That's news-"
"Yes, but-" you spoke, curious, "-How are they not to assume I am not longing after the man?"
"Well, because he clarified," Beth spoke, looking over Father's shoulder, "Upon further pursuance, Mr. Grimes said, rather happily, 'I love her.' Silencing the rumors of a rather morbid affair for the public eye, he gave us no further comment."
"Where?" you jumped up from your seat -gathered by your Father's side, "-Did he truly-"
And there it was, written in ink -a confession to farther than even Alexandria, he'd done it. He told the whole town that such affections were mutual, that was- That was-
"Darling, why are you crying?" she echoed, still fidgeting with your hair -she decidedly smoothed it down, "-You certainly knew such affections before, haven't you?"
"I did, I do," you gasped out between your breaths -smiling, "-I just can't believe he'd say such things for the whole town to know like he's-"
"Proud of you," Maggie finished, ducking in from upstairs, "-which he very well ought to be."
"Maggie-"
"No, she's right," agreed your Father, matching your eyes, "-He's very well lucky to court you, my darling daughter. Through it all, you still find love in your heart for him, and he's very well earned that."
"Oh, Father," you smiled, wiping at your tears and pulling him into a hug -hands wrapped around his shoulders, "-don't make me cry more-"
You supposed the next time you went out, you should've expected it.
"Ms. Greene," his voice echoed over the crowd, and you spun in place to catch him, "-lovely to see you, out and about."
Mr. Grimes was grinning, the kind of grin that had a sparkle in his eye -playful. In his arms was Judith -dressed wonderfully for such a simple occasion, and Carl was tightly to his side -still overdressed, but suited it lovely.
"You say that as though I'm not out every morning."
"You are?" He hummed, "-I should join you more often. Speakin' of, may we? Join you?"
"I'd love the company," you smiled at each one of them, lingering on Mr. Grimes if only a moment.
"Certainly you would," he echoed, biting down a grin.
Ah, you noted, that's what this is about.
"Yes, and tell me," you began, looking at him -suspiciously, "-What exactly are you out here for? Grocery?"
"I simply love the company."
"You are ridiculous, you know that?" You laughed, out loud -improperly but it was with him, so you thought it alright.
He shook his head, following you through the shops and stalls -you lingered by the chocolates only a spare moment. But of course, he noticed such longing looks -he always did.
"Sir," he spoke, and you nearly startled in place, "-may I receive some of those strawberries?"
"Certainly, sir," the man spoke with high respect, only meeting his eye.
"What do you need those for, Mr. Grimes?" You quirked, basket neatly rested in the crooked of your arm, "-Not dinner, I suppose."
"For you," he stated, matter-of-factly -extending out the bag to your basket and squarely dropping them into it.
"Mr. Grimes," you relented, "-I cannot accept-"
"A gift," he smiled, "-We are courting, are we not? Accept a gift on my behalf."
"You certainly cannot gift me everything I long for," you echoed out, fingers lingering on the little packet -you had always wished to try one.
"I can," he hummed, "-and will, if you allow me."
"Only a little."
Mr. Grimes laughed at that, loud and boisterous, and something in your chest warmed that such a noise came at your expense. It was almost as if every shop turned to you, unexpectedly, looking more than they already had.
You began to gather the groceries for the house, sticking by every stall neatly and avoiding when Mr. Grimes wished to pay. You had the funds, and you could buy them, so you would.
"Let me get somethin'," he started, sighing -a little exhausted you could tell.
It was just then, that you rounded in front of Mrs. Sweets's shop -new dresses, beautiful dresses lining the windows. You always loved this part of the trip, eyes dashing along the stitching, the color, everything. Your dreams of seeing such things on your skin were just that, dreams.
You stalled in place, stopping as you always did, looking through the windows and Mr. Grimes continued, not noticing the stop. Until a few moments later, he rejoined you -tight by your side, eyes dancing along your face as you looked on.
"You like to-"
"Look at the dresses," you finished, they each were beautiful, but something in your mind lingered on one from weeks prior -lavender with lacy finishes, and detailing you could never imagine to own.
"They are rather beautiful," he conceded.
You started, a little dreamy, "One week, I saw such a stunning gown," you sighed, "-lavender with a bit of lace at the ends of the sleeves. It was far more beautiful than anything I believe I ever owned."
"And?"
"And what?" You laughed, "-I could never buy such a dress, the detailing costs much more than you can imagine. Plus, I know each dress is one of a kind here, and it is far gone."
You reached out to touch the glass, as if it was still there and you could feel it between your fingertips.
"A woman much better suited found the same beauty in it I did, I assume."
Mr. Grimes was rather silent.
"Now come on," you hummed, undeterred, "-I've got run by Wheatley's for some dairy."
He merely followed behind, silently playing with Judith as you roamed around what was left -stalls and shops, Mr. Grimes kept reaching out to pay. You kept beating him to it.
Every time you lingered on something, however, he'd have it within his fingers in a snap -you'd ended up with a new lavender ribbon (it reminded you of the dress), a pair of shoes, and the chocolate strawberries. You allowed him only those three, despite your heart aching for many different things -you did not wish him to spoil you.
Perhaps, one day but not now.
Perhaps, when he married you-
You stuttered in your step for a spare moment, and the thought split into your head -when? Would he do such a thing soon? You knew he planned it-
"Everythin' alright?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted down to speak to you over the buzz of the stalls.
"Yes," you hummed, softened at such a tone, "-I am well, just thinking."
"Anythin' you want to talk about?"
You smiled, reassuring, "It's nothing, Mr. Grimes, I promise. Just thoughts of no note."
He pursed his lips as to ask more, but someone interrupted him.
"Ms. Greene!" A voice echoed, not one you knew -a man who seemed to speak to you with intention, "-You are in the courtship with Mr. Grimes-"
He spoke it as though you didn't already know.
"Did you have anything of note to say?"
"To say to who?" You questioned, Mr. Grimes still tightly by your side, but at the moment the crowd seemed to block them off.
"The town of Alexandria," he clarified, "-Courting such a man, you must have lots to say. Perhaps, to say to those who don't get such pleasantries."
"Are you asking me to brag sir?"
"Certainly not," he hummed, "-just wishing to know more details. Has such courting been elite? Does he spend much fortune on you?"
"You must certainly know not to ask that of a lady, sir," you started, a little stiffened at such questions.
"I was born to ask questions, miss," he spoke, "-With the courtship of Mr. Grimes, you'd think-"
"Excuse me," Mr. Grimes spoke, gently, pushing through to join your side clearly.
"You'd think what?" You asked, genuinely, "-That my privacy is disregarded upon the courting of a man?"
"Well, a man like Mr. Grimes-"
That was when he stepped forward, Judith and Carl by his side -his hand intertwined with his son's and Judith within his other arm, "A man like me?"
"Mr. Grimes," he tensed, and something in you soured -he took him seriously, "-lovely day, is it not?"
"Are you not listening to Ms. Greene?" He questioned, rather intently, "-I believe her privacy being questioned is her own issue, yet you don't listen to her?"
"Well, sir," he laughed, a little nervously, "-She's a lady-"
"My lady," Mr. Grimes corrected, "-I ask you to respect that, respect her, certainly."
"I understand," he echoed out, "-I apologize-"
"Not to me," Mr. Grimes spoke, tightly, "-To her, speak to her."
The man, still nameless, turned to you, "I apologize for being so intrusive, miss, I request you forgive me."
"Thank you," you spoke, strictly, still not quite settled. Mr Grimes brushed his arm against yours -sleeve upon sleeve, and something in you calmed slightly.
You wished you could hold onto his arm, but both were quite preoccupied.
It wasn't long after that Judith fell asleep, blond curls snug against her father's shoulder and eyes squeezed shut. You found it rather sweet, keeping such an image safely in your chest.
Your eyes lingered over the three of them, they stood a few steps ahead. You realized it then, such a thing as today was a rather family affair.
The group waltzing along the stalls, together, you playing with Judith, quietly speaking to Carl and playfully bickering with Mr. Grimes -it was as though you belonged. Like you were on an outing with your family-
Something in your heart shifted.
Maybe you were. The thought settled along your shoulders, and you began smiling -watching the three of them step forward, all wandering along the stalls. You grinned, you liked this little family, liked being a part of it.
You wanted to be a part of it-
And just then, Mr. Grimes turned around, blue eyes fluttering across your face, "You comin'?"
"Of course," you whispered out -stepping forward to join his side, "-Of course."
Perhaps, you already were.
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Doe Eyes || CH4 - Worth Being Sore Over
See CH1 for warnings! || Chapter list || Masterlist
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        Thirty days had passed. You marked each day in a little notebook, and wrote down a song title for each day. Aside from Beth's occasional singing, you hadn't heard real music in a long time. Music was the thing you missed most from the world before, and you thought it would be a good method to keep music alive. Even if you couldn't hear it, you could remember it. The songs weren't even necessarily songs you likes, just the ones you remembered.
        Day 28 - Don't Fear the Reaper ~ Blue Oyster Cult
        Day 29 - Nights in White Satin ~ The Moody Blues
        Day 30 - 21 Guns ~ Green Day
        You guys had a run to make, so you scribbled your entry quickly and got dressed, grabbed a bite, chugged some water, and did a few stretches. You had learned the hard way how sore you could get doing so much labor with no warm up. So, every day you stretched. 
        The council was wary of you at first. Michonne recognized you from the time the Governor sent you after her with Merle, who you learned some time ago was dead, and she made her concerns known. Brandy stuck up for you, though, reminding them that it was you who hadn't gone after her when you could have. You also reminded them that you were on guard when they broke in to rescue Glenn and Maggie, and you didn't go after them. You asked to prove yourself and you did, taking down seven or eight walkers outside the fence on your own with just a crowbar. It worked, and you got to earn your place. So, when you were called upon to make a run with the group, you didn't protest. 
        Brandy hated it, though.
        "You're really gonna go?" She asked you as you made sure your bag was empty to ensure plenty of space for loot.
        "We've been over it." You shrugged. "Every single time, might I add. This is my job. It's how I earn my keep."
        "There are so many jobs that need done around here." She argued. "I mean, I'm up to my ears in laundry. Why the hell are there only three of us on laundry duty? There are like a thousand people here!"
        "A thousand?" You laughed. "Try again."
        "Details aren't the point! Just stay and do a normal job!" She pleaded.
        "This is a normal job, Brandy." You told her, stepping past her and exiting your cell.
        "No it's not. It's like, betting with your life or something every time you go."
        "Come on, stop being such a drama queen. We haven't had a single incident the entire time we've been here." You sighed. When her glare was unrelenting you decided to lay a hand on her arm and offer her a half smile. "Chillax, cowgirl. We're professionals and shit."
        She laughed at that and shook her head.
        "You better come back in one piece." She scolded.
        "Always do!" You chirped as you skipped away before she could protest any further.
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        "Just give it a second." Daryl said after banging on the glass outside the grocery store to lure out some walkers.
        "Okay, I think I got it." Zach announced.
        "Got what?" Michonne asked, walking up behind him. You raised your eyebrows at him, awaiting his response.
        "I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn." He said.
        "He's been tryin' to guess for like six weeks." Daryl complained.
        "Yeah, I'm pacing myself." Zach defended. "One shot a day."
        "Alright, shoot." Daryl sighed.
        "Well, the way you are at the prison," Zach began. "You being on the council, you're able to track.. You're helping people but you're still being kind of.." He trailed off for a second, gathering his thoughts. "Surly." He nodded. "Big swing here... Homicide cop."
        Michonne started laughing, and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh yourself.
        "What's so funny?" Daryl asked defensively.
        "Nothing." Michonne shook her head, still smirking. "It makes perfect sense."
        "Actually, the man's right." Daryl nodded. "Under cover."
        "Come on, really?" Zach asked.
        "Yup. I mean, I don't like to talk about it, 'cause it's a lot of heavy shit, you know?"
        "Dude, c'mon. Really?" Zach scoffed as Daryl turned his head away and smirked a little. He turned his head back to Zach and gave him a look. One of those 'be fucking for real' type looks. "Okay. I'll just keep guessing, I guess."
        "Yeah, you keep doin' that." Daryl nodded. 
        A walker slammed up against the glass, snarling. You scrunched your nose in disgust at its bloated neck and flaky rotten skin. 
        "We gonna do this, detective?" Michonne asked sarcastically.
        "Let's do it!" Daryl said, strutting toward the entrance.
        The group of you cleared the walkers that crowded up inside, hungry for your flesh. 
        "Alright." Sasha breathed. "We go in, stay in formation for the sweep. After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for. Any questions?"
        "Was there any time that you weren't the boss of me?" Tyreese asked.
        "You had a few years before I was born." She teased. 
        You shook your head and smiled at the siblings bantering as you guys filed inside. You pulled your bag off your shoulder and began searching the aisles for hygienic things, like soap, first aid, pads and tampons, diapers, lotions, just whatever. It wasn't long before a loud crash erupted, and you all rushed to find Bob stuck under a shelf of wine. As soon as you all went to help him, walkers started falling through the roof.
        "Uh, we should get out of here." Glenn said.
        A walker fell down on Glenn but he fought it off and shot it. They just kept coming. You looked around frantically, unsure what the next move was. A walker came up on your side and you whacked it once, then twice, and down it went. Thanks, crowbar, you thought to yourself. 
        You decided to just keep taking them down, until someone shouted some order into the chaos. You definitely couldn't leave anyone behind. You noticed Daryl and Zach working to get Bob out from under the shelf, so you hurried over to help. When the weight was lifted just enough, Bob slithered out from under it. Unfortunately, so did a walker, and it took a big chunk out of Zach's leg.
        You all froze, stunned. Thirty days of good luck, and of course you had to witness the first tragedy in a month. The walkers swarmed him, taking bites from anywhere they could reach, including his face. You gagged at the grotesqueness, but ultimately you all had to go and preserve your own lives. You were teary eyed as you all made your escape.
        The ride back was a solemn one. Nobody spoke, and you personally were filled with dread. Who was gonna tell Beth about her boyfriend? 
        "What about Beth?" You asked, clearing your throat first to break the silence.
        "What about her?" Michonne asked.
        "Who's gonna tell her? About Zach?"
        "Me." Daryl grunted.
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        "His face?" Brandy asked in horror. She shook her head as she passed the wine you snagged back to you after taking a sizeable gulp. You nodded and tilted the bottle back, chugging a few mouthfuls for yourself. You and Brandy shared a cell, partially for space conservation but mostly because Brandy said it would be just like sharing a dorm in college. You wouldn't know, you never made good enough grades for a college.
        "Yeah, man. It was sick. I can't get the image out of my head, you know? He was just screaming in agony and we couldn't do anything but run."
        "Well, get some rest. We both need it." She sighed. You agreed as you closed the wine and climbed up to your bunk. You didn't get much sleep, though. Your thoughts ran rampant, and you weren't drunk enough to quiet them. You tossed and turned for a while, earning a few complaints from Brandy, but your eyes eventually fluttered shut.
        The next morning you woke with a headache. Brandy was still asleep, so you went and found some instant coffee and made yourself some with room temperature water. No sugar, no cream, exactly how you didn't like your coffee, but at least it was caffeine. You were always more of an energy drink person, anyways.
        You yawned and took a sip, rubbing your eyes. D Block was always quiet in the mornings. You heard shuffling walking toward you but you didn't look up. You assumed whoever it was, they were just as groggy as you. No need for chitchat. That was, until  you heard that familiar guttural hissing. Your head snapped up and your heart dropped.         
        "Shit!" You shouted. "Fuck! What the fuck!" 
        You jumped up, dropping your coffee. Quick thinking wasn't always your strong suit. Your first idea was to throw a chair at them -- the two walkers that were headed straight for you, that is -- but of course in a prison they were all bolted to the ground. Your next closest option was a coffee mug, which did no damage when you chucked it at it's head. That was when you realized it was a familiar head, the kid with the glasses that always followed Carl around.        
        "Shit, man." You breathed. "How'd you die?"
        Gunfire and screams followed shortly after. People filed in with guns as chaos ensued, gunning down walkers and being taken down by them. Rick and Daryl rushed in, so did Carol and Glenn, and eventually with their joint efforts the walkers were taken down. Lizzie and Mica's dad was bit, and Carol tended to him. You searched around for Brandy and found her crying on her cot.
        "The hell was that?" You asked in disbelief as you plopped down beside her. 
        "How did they get in?" She cried.
        "No clue." You sighed. "If it's not one thing, it's another."
        At least I'm awake now, you thought.
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        Patrick died from some kind of flu, that was what started it. Now you were all quarantined to D Block, just in case it spread. How funny was it that a common flu could end a life so quickly. Patrick was fine yesterday, and so was Charlie. It killed fast. You and Brandy decided if you were confined to a cell, you'd finish off the wine and play the uno cards you took from the library.
        "Draw four." Brandy gloated triumphantly. 
        "Asshole." You grumbled, pulling four cards from the deck.
        "You know, if I survived all this, just to get taken out by a fucking flu, I'm havin' a personal conference with the big man upstairs when I get there." Brandy said.
        "Oh yeah? What makes you think that's where you're going?" You wondered.
        "And just what is that supposed to mean?" She inquired.
        "Didn't you know? All rich people go to hell." You joked. She rolled her eyes.
        "You're a real sore loser, you know that?" She said. You glared at her. "Uno." She smirked.
        "I'm just sad." You admitted, throwing your cards down. "Thirty good days, and then like ten tragedies within twenty four hours."
        "Yeah." She nodded. "That's a loss worth being sore over."
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bloodlustngore · 9 months
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Smile - Maggie Rhee
Really random but I thought up this idea whilst at the stables & we all know my ideas are really shitty but anyway…This is also a short one so I think it’s classed as not really a oneshot (498 words)
Again this is a Maggie Rhee x fem!reader!
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Warnings: None, just cuteness
Summary: Despite the shitty world they're living in & how many people she’s lost, Maggie can't help but feel like Y/n and Hershel bought her smile back.
Maggie had left her son back at Alexandria, to keep him safe of course. And although both her and Y/n hated being away from him, they couldn't let him go with them, it was far too dangerous.
The moment they returned and Hershel saw both women, her ran up to them as fast as he could, both women embracing him ina hug with open arms. "Mom! Y/n!" He cheered happily. "Hey bud, we bought back plenty of food for everyone." Maggie replied, as her son pulled away from the hug.
Maggie hadn't smiled in a long time, but seeing Y/n treat her son as if he was her own, that made her as happy as she could be in this world. Y/n may be another motherly figure to Hershel and not a father figure, but that didn't matter. Maggie loved her little family. She loved her son & Y/n, thats all that mattered right now. "Can I get up?" Hershel asked indicating he wanted to get up on Y/n' shoulders.
"Sure bud" Y/n smiled, picking the young boy up and placing him on her shoulders, he put his arms out for balance as Y/n held onto his legs, Y/n started jogging around making plane noises with him. For a moment Maggie forgot how shitty this world really is, all she could focus on was her family and that smile she thought she had lost a long time ago? It was back. As she heard laughing from Y/n and giggling from Hershel. "Okay bud, why don't you go and help unload the food? Me and your mom will be right behind you." Y/n mentions putting Hershel back down on the ground. He nodded his head and headed over to the cart full of supplies.
Maggie came up behind Y/n, wrapping her arms around her waist, Y/n giggled as she turned around in her girlfriends arms, snaking her arms around the back of Maggie' neck, the brunette pulled Y/n into a quick but sweet kiss. Both women smiling as they pulled away "what was that for?" Y/n asked, not that she was complaing. It's just that Maggie wasn't usually one for public affection most of the time. "Oh, so I have to have a reason to kiss you now, Y/n?" Maggie chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her. "No" Y/n mentions. "Maggie, I adore you & your smile." Y/n adds. "I adore you Y/n" Maggie mentions. And just as Y/n was about to kiss Maggie back, they had been called over to help with unloading more supplies.
But that didn't stop Maggie from pressing her lips to Y/n' quickly both women giggling. Maggie hated being seen as vunerable, but she knew she was in a safe place surrounded by people she trusts.
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swiftsdelucaa · 10 months
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Can you write a Amelia shepherd x reader where they get married?
❛ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ❜
𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Amelia Shepherd x f!reader ♡
𝘼/𝙣: This was really cute to write <3 I hope you'll like it, so so so sorry for the wait, I've been a little busy...
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You watched yourself in the mirror, Maggie and Meredith were putting the finishing touches on your hair, while Cristina adjusted the details of the dress. You looked at your image still in disbelief and with a faster heartbeat than usual. You couldn't even recognize yourself, you looked like a new person. This would have been the best day of your life.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cristina asked as she adjusted your veil.
"Yeah, please don't add anything else, I feel like I thought about this too much" it was all you wanted, you loved Amelia with all yourself, and spending the rest of your days with her is what will make you happy.
"I'm serious, you could be left at the altar..."
"Cristina, no" Meredith gave her a little tap on her arm.
"Hey stop" Maggie said to them. You rolled your eyes laughing a little bit. "Today it's her day, and it will be full of love and of the most other beautiful things of the world" you smiled to Maggie and then got up. You did a little turn on yourself to see the effect that the dress had. It was quite long, above there was a deep neckline with small straps under the shoulder placed on the sides of the arms, while at the waist there was a silver stripe which then gave space to the wide skirt. You stopped in front of the three of them a moment.
"You're beautiful" Meredith said.
"Yeah, you hot girl" Cristina added.
"Thank you" you said smiling. All that happiness was becoming uncontrollable.
"Okay, I'll go check on Amelia" Maggie walked out of the room leaving you there to reflect between the anxiety and joy mixed together. God, you couldn't wait to be her wife.
"Say it, you're thinking to escape?" Cristina interrupted your thoughts again. Meredith laughed.
"Oh my God, why did I choose you as bridesmaids?!"
About half an hour later everything seemed ready. The guests were all in their seats, waiting for you. Amelia had already entered, but you hadn't seen her yet. You motioned for Meredith and Cristina to get going as they seemed very indecisive about what to do, and then it was your time.
When you appeared in the middle of the corridor, all eyes were on you. It raised some anxiety, but nothing that didn't calm down as soon as you met Amelia's eyes, making a huge smile appear on your face. Now you were in front of her and all you could think was... she's so beautiful, I can't believe now she's mine.
Unlike yours her dress was less baggy, it was snug enough on top of her to define her shape and it had cute shoulder seams. She was perfect, like this day.
You did nothing but smile at each other and talk with your eyes all the time the priest was talking, until the time for promises arrived. He decided to start with her, so she took your hands and squeezed uniting them with hers.
"Y/n L/n, what can I say? I mean, telling you that I love you and I'll always be here for you isn't enough... you taught me to love again, and made me feel more loved and desired than anyone else has done, so I'm grateful. Yeah you've been also one of the most annoying people I've ever met" you laughed keeping to look at her with shiny eyes. "But I've learned to appreciate the little good things that happens every day, but expecially that without you I'm nothing, so thank you for allowing me to be part of your life, for keeping me sober and alive, to always made me smile even in the worst situation, I love you so much, in an indescribable way" emotions became uncontrolled, no one had ever dedicated the most beautiful words in this world to you. You sighed for a second while a tear ran down your cheek, Amelia was holding the tears too, and you both continued to smile at each other. Now it was your turn.
"Amelia Shepherd, besides being the best thing I've ever come across, you've also been one of the hardest things I've ever been able to go through. I'm a girl who knows what she wants, but when you turned down every flirt or encounter by me and you really made me feel incomplete… like a crap” she and the others giggled, then she returned to focus on you. "I couldn't stand the idea of seeing you with another person, every time you spoke, smiled or just when I met those blue eyes I was lost, so I promised myself that I wouldn't give up. But finally today you will belong to me until the end of our days, and I'll be willing to do anything to make you happy, if you are I'll be too, you're a part of me" the tears kept filling both of your faces.
Zola, Bailey and Ellis walked down the hall towards you carrying your wedding rings. They were simply the cutest thing ever. You proceeded to exchange the rings and anxiously waited for the priest to ask that question.
“Amelia Shepherd, do you take Y/n L/n as your wife and promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you both live? she looked at you intently before answering.
“Yes, I do” she said with a smile.
“Y/n L/n, do you take Amelia Shepherd as your wife and promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as both of you shall live?” you gave her the same gaze.
“Yes, I do!” you exclaimed.
“Well, I officially declare you wife and wife, you may kiss” you waited no more that at the same time you approached pursing your lips in a long, intense kiss, filled with so much emotion it could have gone on for much longer.
Everyone stood up applauding, then you stopped and turned towards them smiling. Everyone cheered this day, the two of you, there was no better place where you wanted to be, from today you would have met a beautiful and a new life.
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unadulterated-syd · 1 year
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Warnings: Mention of death, nothing heavy. Prison-Carl and reader. Un-edited
Synopsis; Just some fluff. I wish Carl was my best friend irl, so I write instead.
A/n: Sorry for so much Carl writing he's just comfort rn so. :) <3
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What was the point? It breaks out. Things change. Your mom was gone, your father barely alive by now, a war created for no reason. A fight you wished would've ended before it began. But it didn't.
Life wasn't that easy, especially not now. All you needed to do was stay close to those who meant anything to you.
But you hadn't realized how broken this could leave you. When you'd watched him take your fathers life before you, all you could do was sob. It was loss, after loss. You couldn't bare another one.
But as the prison was ruined you were separated with Rick, and Carl. You being the one to find Judiths empty babyseat. Their reactions only made it all more surreal. This was the end, wasn't it.
Rick was badly injured, which led you all in a hurry to scramble for a secure place. Carl was angry, that much was rather obvious. Rick was defeated, you knew he blamed himself.
Sometimes it felt like he gave up on himself, that's why Carl resented him so much. Rick gave up, and Carl was left to build himself back up without his dad. You got both sides, really.
You settled in, you and Carl clearing the place after convincing Rick to rest. You'd been fortunate to find a small first aid kit, which you'd given to him.
And, after barricading everything the three of you decided resting was best, Rick sleeping on the couch after lots of convincing, whilst you and Carl sat on the floor in front of it.
You could feel his eyes on you, you didn't want to talk about your dad, and he didn't want to talk about Judith. But, you both knew it was healthy to. And you'd rather it'd be between the two of you, than someone else.
You and Carl had gotten along well, really well in fact. The two of you were close friends by now, you both being close to the same age, and having similar experiences by now.
You'd been lucky to be sheltered, but you'd been the only one to tell your sisters and dad that the walkers needed put down. You knew that biters were no longer the people they once were, you couldn't be in denial if it was something that could kill you.
But, you'd both lost your moms, though you'd argue Carl's experience must've been horrifically different. Your dads both put everyone before them, it was something you both struggled with. You were similar. He got you, and you got him.
You sighed, looking at Rick, who was fast asleep now. You then, turned to face Carl, meeting his eyes. "Are you okay?" You felt your face falter as you asked the question.
"No. But you aren't either." He said shrugging, looking you up and down, before looking at his hands, folded in between his bent knees. "Do you think everyone's okay?"
You looked at his hands, "No. But I hope they are. My dad would've told me to pray now." You laughed weakly, Carl smiling at that. "I guess you aren't going to then?"
"God, no." You smiled, it fading as you thought about Maggie and Beth. You hoped they were okay, them and Judith, and Glenn and Daryl, and everyone. Your family.
"Yeah, I never really believed in that stuff." He shrugged. "Me neither, definitely not now." You continued, looking away from his hands. "Even if god was real, he'd owe us an apology now." He nodded, "Yeah."
"Do you want to talk about it?" He looked at you again, continuing on your previous conversation. "About my dad? No. Maybe. I don't know." You sighed, looking at him to see a smile on his face. "What?"
"You're weird, that's all. " He said, shrugging, before slumping down more, pushing Rick's hat further down over his face. "We should probably sleep. We can be boring tomorrow." He joked.
"Yeah, alright." You sat up a bit, leaning your back against the couch as you found a comfortable spot to sleep. Finally, your stirring slowed down and you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up to sunlight hitting your face, the most blissful way you'd awoken since the beginning of all this. You looked to your side, seeing Carl and Rick still fast asleep.
You quietly got up, careful not to disturb them as you did so. You made your way through the backdoor, moving the furniture from it before doing so. You shut the door carefully, walking to the steps as you sat down on them. You enjoyed mornings, you couldn't believe you used to sleep through them so often.
Time only began to matter when you couldn't tell it, it only mattered when life was barely livable. You recalled a lot of things you'd always taken for granted, including your dad. He had been such a great soul, if only evil had refrained from taking him.
His kindness would be the death of him, really. And that's what made you regret the people you walked the planet with. There was only so much good left, and you were just glad to be with some of that good.
You heard rustling in the house, you quickly moved your hand to your thigh, pulling your knife from its holder before standing up. You opened the door, quickly worried for Rick and Carl. But, as soon as you opened the door you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun.
"Y/n?" Carl sighed, putting his gun down. "Carl, what the hell?" You whisper shouted at him as you put your knife away, giving him time to slip out the backdoor and shut it back. "I woke up and you were gone, I was just trying to find you."
He slid his gun back in its holster, before looking back at you, "What are you doing out here anyway?" He pushed his hat down slightly, so he could see through the sunlight. "It was just nice out, sorry I scared you."
"I was going to go search for food and stuff, you wanna come?" He looked at you, as he began walking down the porch steps. "Yeah, is your dad up?" "No."
You followed him around, both of you going through little obstacles here and there, but overall living to tell the tale. Your day ended on a roof, with a huge can of pudding.
"Beth would've killed us if she saw us up here." Carl grinned, looking at you as he ate a spoonful of pudding. "Oh my god we'd never hear the end of it." You agreed, chuckling at him.
"I know.. this all sucks and everything, but, I mean. I'm glad we met, Carl. You make it more.. worth it I guess?" You looked out over the other houses, hoping it didn't become awkward. "Me too. I mean, but you." He smiled, "Don't get too sappy, we have like.. a lot more pudding."
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mydarllinglover · 5 months
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Alone || Better Man
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Settling into the Commonwealth was a strange experience for the Dixon family, for starters, it was like being in the old world again, with electricity, stores, parties, and money, yes, the US dollar was the currency used in this place, and for the children who had never seen something like this, it was especially weird to explain.
Another thing that had made Natalia want to run for the hills, was being reintroduced to her parents, who she believed were both dead on a cruise in the middle of the ocean, but as luck would have it, they had wound up here of all places.
Not only was she surprised to find out that her mother had lasted ten years, but also that she had left her husband alive, instead of sacrificing Natalia's step father a long time ago.
The woman who had initiated the couple in, had been very thorough in where she was trying to place where she had seen Natalia's face before, and then it hit her, that one of their upper class elites, had to be of relation.
Apparently, due to their rankings, and how well off they were before, Natalia's parents had earned themselves a level of importance in the Commonwealth, because that was how things were done around here, who cares about walkers when you can have classism and capitalism.
Considering the parentage of Natalia, and her schooling, she was seen as a "well of" Person, from what she told them, at least, though Daryl, obviously, was not, which put them at not complete bottom, but they weren't becoming millionaires anytime soon, this had helped them at least get a house to fit their five children and Dog.
Evelyn, their eldest, had decided she didn't want to join her parents on their move to the Commonwealth, even though they had pleaded, and begged, and bribed, she'd stuck with her decision to go back to the Hilltop, with Maggie and Lydia.
When Natalia had finally met her parents, accidently, whilst on a tour of the community, it hadn't ended as sweet as you'd reckon a thirteen year reunion would go.
Natalia's mother had made a scene in the crowd, over the appearance of her daughters husband and children, the woman could not believe it, and had left in a hurry, not before delivering a slap to the adult woman's face, for her "whorishism."
It was late at night on their third day in the Commonwealth, the kids were all tucked up in bed, after a long day of unpacking, leaving Daryl and Natalia to finish exploring the downstairs part of the small house, changing things to fit their old one, until a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Daryl told her, as she stirred her herbal tea, hoping to lift up her spirits.
"Okay, baby." She sighed.
She dipped the teabag once more, before draining it and tossing it in the trash.
"Nat." Daryl hissed from the front door.
"Who is it?" She asked, leaning against the wall, looking at him.
"Yer step dad." His eyes widened in urgency as he revealed their late night visitor.
"What?" She gasped.
"Nah, I just made it up." he rolled his eyes "He's right outside, alone."
"Okay, here's what we're gonna do, just back away from the door, turn off the lights and pretend we're not home, problem solved."
"Talia." The old man called through the door. "I know you're in there, could you open the door, my old bones can't handle this weather."
"Stop lying, you ain't that old, Peter!" Natalia clapped her hands over her mouth as soon as she spoke, her eyes shooting wide.
Daryl threw his hands in the air, sick of her shit, always running her mouth.
She rolled her eyes.
"Please, honey, I just want to make sure you're okay, y-y'know, we thought you were dead, this entire time, and I still never managed to get over it... too painful." He stammered.
Daryl looked at her, and she sighed.
"Open it." She folded.
Daryl did as told, opening their new front door.
"Thought you guys were dead, too."  Natalia told the man, that had been her step father, longer than her real father was alive in her life.
"Oh, Tally." He sighed, rubbing his balding head, his eyes meeting hers, realising the daughter that he had spent years mourning, was alive, and well, and somehow, had travelled hundreds of miles to end up in the same place as him.
"Nat?" Daryl asked, quietly, wondering if this was too much for her, he'd kick the old man out of his home, if he had to, he didn't give a shit.
"S'fine." She nodded at him, but her focus didn't leave the old man. "Pete, how- what happened?"
"Do you mind if I sit down, this, this is just..." He couldn't finish his sentence.
"Sure." She waited for him to sit down, before she decided to sit down on the opposite couch. "Daryl, you mind getting Michael a hot tea?"
"'Course." He patted her shoulder, moving towards the kitchen.
"So, that's...?"
"Daryl." She answered.
"Looks nothing like Harry."
"And he ain't nothing like him, either."
"Thats good, never did like that boy. But what.... what happened... to him and- and Winnie?" He stumbled through his sentence, trying to speak through the clog in his throat, that man had loved her daughter, as if she were his own grandchild, it was something she had always admired and respected him for.
"They didn't make it." She whispered. "Was early on, I'm sorry."
"Honey, don't say that, I am incredibly sorry, I'm just thankful that you're here, and I hope they didn't suffer too much."
"They didn't, I promise." She lied, but what could she actually tell him? Definitely not the truth. "So you and Mom, how?"
"With a whole lot of luck, actually." He chuckled, but he didn't even find anything funny. "It was about two weeks into our cruise, they started getting this weird message on the radio feedback, but when they tried to get a response, there wasn't any, then we saw all these helicopters flying over the waters, none of them took notice of the large ship full of people, well, eventually, one had thought we were worth being filled in on, what was going on around the world, they had told the captain, over the bullhorn to redirect to Virginia, here, because of that Helicopter, they accepted us in, let us join the community, me and your mother, we helped set it up, we helped establish the same systems as the old world, matter of fact, you remember your mothers old friend Pam?"
"Yeah, sorta?"
"Well that's the Governor?" He smiled brightly.
"Yeah, I knew one of those, once..." Natalia commented, bitterly. "So, you and Mom have been here, the entire time?"
"Can you believe it, I'm just glad that you're finally here, but tell me, what have you done in the last ten years?"
"Here." Daryl set the tea on the small table in front of the man, he went to head upstairs, give them some space, but Natalia grabbed his arm, tightly, pulling him to sit down beside her, refusing to let go as she pinched the skin, in her grasp, without even looking at him.
Daryl got the message, she didn't want to be alone with the man.
"I see you have a ring." Peter looked at Daryl, "Did you have a wife before?"
He patted his thigh, looking at Natalia.
"Nope."
"Oh." He realised. "Well, congratulations."
"Uh huh."
"Y'know, your mother would be glad to know that you found happiness."
"Don't ruin this by lying to me." Natalia stared him down. "You were there the other day."
"Your mother, she doesn't know much about the outside world, we were very sheltered from it all, she thinks that you just simply left him, and moved on with... another man, that's all it is."
"Who gives a shit? Think I'm a bit old to need my mothers approval."
He laughed, "You haven't needed your mothers approval since you started middle school."
Natalia heard a scuffle In the hallway, but apparently the two men had missed it.
She held up her hand, twisting to look at where the noise was coming from.
"Girls? Why aren't you in bed?" She called.
"Told you to be quiet." Daisy hissed.
"Alright, come on out." Daryl called to the twins. "Now."
"We weren't eavesdropping, promise." Daisy told them, when they shuffled out, Bambi stood quietly behind her sister.
"Then what were you doing, should be asleep." Natalia said.
"Couldn't sleep." Daisy shrugged, as they both walked towards their parents.
"You got your first day of school tomorrow, you wanna fall asleep during class?"
"But, Mommy, I'm scared, you said it's gonna be different to regular school, what if the other kids are mean."
"Or what if they think we're weird, cause we ain't like them, we ain't soft."
"Honey, they're not gonna think that." Natalia shook her head. "And they ain't gonna be mean, either, cause if they are, then you tell me and I'll deal with it."
"But, Dad said that they're not like us, they're weak, and they won't like us, cause of it." Daisy huffed, pushing her hair out of her face.
"Well, your dad should keep his mouth shut, sometimes." Natalia looked over her shoulder at him.
"Mommy, who's that man?" Bambi whispered.
"That's..." She gave it some thought. "Babies, I want you to meet your Grandfather, Grandpa Pete." 
"What's a grandfather mean?" Daisy asked, confused.
"Well, honey" Natalia ignored the teary eyes of her stepfather. "You know how you have Daddy, one day, if you have children, they will have a daddy, maybe, and then, he" She pointed at Daryl, "Will be your children's grand daddy, the daddy of the parent, does that make sense, yeah, well Grandpa Mike, that's my step dad, so that's your grandad."
"Where's Daddy's dad?" Bambi asked.
"Dead, sweetheart." He answered. "Watched it happen, too, don' worry, he ain't coming back."
"Pete, you okay?" Natalia asked, finally paying attention, but making a mental note to bring up Daryl's dead dad talk, later.
"Yeah." He blinked. "Uhm, what are your two's name's?"
"Girls." Daryl urged them to answer, prying Bambi off of him to face the man.
"My name's Bambi."
"Daisy." Natalia warned her.
"Fine." The girl rolled her eyes. "My name's Daisy."
"I'm Bambi." Bambi gave him a small wave.
"Hello, it's nice to meet the two of you, I just- you both are just as beautiful as your mother, when she was your size."
"What was Mom like at our size?" Daisy tried.
"An angel." Natalia answered, quickly, earning a snort out of Peter.
"Y'know, I could tell you girls some story's about your mother." He chuckled, gleefully.
"We love story time!"  Bambi cheered.
"Aunt Nat, He's awake, again!" RJ called, from upstairs.
"He's crying for you." Judith reported, also from upstairs.
"Would you look at that? No time for stories, I gotta go settle your brother again, and you should be asleep too, so I think it's time for Pete to go home, as well."
"You have a son?" Peter asked, his jaw slack, his eyes wandering to Daryl, who gulped.
"Yes, who apparently needs me."
"And the other children, they are?"
"Our niece and nephew, look, it's really late, and I gotta deal with these lot." Natalia sighed, taking the twin's hands, leading them towards the stairs.
"Right, right, my apologies, but, Tally, please, I would love to take you to lunch, maybe the both of you, or all of you, I just want to get to know you and your beautiful family, if you'll let me."
"And what about..."
"Your mother doesn't need to know, not until she or you are ready to make amends, I promise."
"I'll think about it, Daryl, would'ya." She nodded at the door, and he took the hint, moving to open it once again.
"Mommy." Daisy started, as they walked up the stairs.
"Yeah, honey."
"Even though your Mom isn't great, I think you're the best mom in the world."
"I do, too." Bambi agreed.
"Girls." Natalia felt her cheeks get hot, as she smiled to herself. "I love you both, so much." She hugged them tight, as they walked to their room. "But I don't wanna see you until the morning, goodnight, and I love you, your father will be up to resay goodnight, in a minute."
"Momma!" Archie screamed from his bedroom.
"Aunt Nat." RJ repeated.
"Yeah, sweetie, I can hear, I'm coming." She turned back to her twins. "Lay down, go to sleep."
But before she could walk out the room, she rushed back in to tuck them in tightly and kissed their foreheads and cheeks, just as Daryl walked up the stairs.
"Your turn." She patted his chest, going towards the boys room. "Jude, go back to bed, lovey." She shut Judith's door.
"Momma." Archie whimpered, his tiny hands reaching for her, when Natalia entered his and RJ's room.
"Babyboy, what's wrong?" She asked, picking him up, wiping his tears, kissing his cheek.
"He just kept crying for you, guess he just misses you." RJ shrugged.
"I'll take him to my room, so you can get some sleep, buddy." Natalia gave the boy a side hug, kissing his head.
"Night, Aunt Nat." He yawned, climbing back into his bed.
"Night, sweetie." She walked out his room, closing the door. "Sleepover with Momma and Daddy, baby?"
"Yeah." Archie pouted.
"What's wrong?" Daryl asked, closing Judith's door, again, after saying his goodnights to her.
"Missed me." She answered, entering their room, the last one for the night.
"Ya missed yer dad?" Daryl asked his only son.
"Momma." He snuggled into her chest, making the woman smirk.
"It's okay, Mommy and Archie cuddles." She dropped him down on the bed.
"Hey, you alright?" Daryl asked, pulling his shirt off over his head.
"About what?" Natalia asked, pulling off her own top, exchanging it for a comfier one, for bed.
"Him." He nodded his head to the door. "Coming to the house."
She shrugged.
"Dunno how to feel, honestly, I'm too tired, what's the point of feeling, shit's just gonna happen anyway." She pulled off her jeans.
"He uh, he wanted me ta give ya this." He hesitated before holding out his hand, a silver chain on his palm.
"Oh my god." She gasped. "He gave this to me at their wedding, said he was trying to buy my approval." She couldn't help the small smile that slipped on her face, as she held the top of it, to examine it, the N dangling in the air. "I left it at my mothers, I can't even remember why, but I was so mad that I did, and he had it this entire time, help?"
She passed it back, grabbing her hair and holding out of the way, so that he could put it back on, which he did, kissing her shoulder when he had done it, but he wasn't expecting her reaction to be shrugging him off and moving to climb in their bed, holding their son, who layed in the middle.
He evaluated anything he could've done to earn that, before getting into bed on his own side.
Archie had fallen asleep pretty quickly and easily, in the comfort of his parents, but Daryl watched out the corner of his eye, how Natalia dragged that initial across her lips, her brows furrowed as she seemed deep in thought.
"You sure you're okay?" He whispered.
"Fine." She dismissed, the chain falling from her fingers, instantly, as she turned over, her back facing him.
A month had passed, with them living in the Commonwealth, Natalia had agreed to meet up with her stepfather, Peter, but she hadn't allowed her children, she decided she'd be keeping her family away from her parents, until her mother wasn't such a large question mark, on whether she would "attack" them or not, until she had joined Peter on one of their lunches, making the man double back on his promise.
Apparently, Monica, her mother, had given up on her daughter, but not her grandchildren, Peter, the weasel, had shared the news about their twin daughters, their two "adopted" daughters, and their son, she especially wanted to meet her biological grandkids, is what she had said in her own words.
It had taken Natalia a week, to finally approve of her mother joining them for dinner, in the instance that she pays, to be near her kids, letting them meet the wicked woman, this had only been, as Monica had kept appearing in the places they were, trying to make her own meet and greet happen.
"There's my lil cowgirls!" Natalia cheered, her Pumpkin, Archie, in her arms, as the twins were the first to emerge from the haunted house, dressed in identical cowboy outfits, Daisy sporting a green scarf, and Bambi in blue. Judith, who was dressed like a witch, followed, RJ and Daryl were the last to come out.
The Commonwealth had thrown an whole festival to celebrate Halloween, and it was the first time the kids would be even celebrating a holiday, which had made Natalia very, very giddy.
"Here, Luicfer, here's your devil mask, did you enjoy it?" She asked, handing RJ his missing part of his costume.
"RJ cried like a lil baby." Daisy told her, tilting her cowboy hat back.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Dais, didn't you scream for your daddy, when the fake walker came out?" Judith asked her, raising a brow.
"Yeah, only cause he didn't let me bring my bow, I woulda handled it." She rolled her eyes.
"Well, you ain't seeing that bow of yours again, since ya decided ta bring it to yer class." Daryl weighed in.
"It was an accident." She argued.
Judith nudged her head to go get a cake, from the bakery Carol works at, whilst Daisy argued her innocence, and Natalia smiled at her agreeing she could go off, on her own.
"Mommy, I wasn't scared of the house."
"I know you weren't, baby." Natalia told Bambi, petting one of her braids.
Carol had then walked over, with a tray of baked goods, letting the three pick off it.
"What do you say?" Natalia reminded.
"Thank you." All three kids groaned.
"Thanks, Carol" Natalia spoke for Archie, snapping bits of the cookie off so that he could eat it.
"So, what do you think?" Carol asked.
"Takes a minute to get used to all this, you know?" Daryl spoke.
"You know, this place was up and running long and before we ever got here." Carol commented.
"We're aware, my mother never lets me forget it." Natalia rolled her own eyes.
"Point is, maybe we don't have to do anything to make it work."
"No, there's always something you gotta do to make it work." Daryl slightly tapped the swinging apple, as the kids played around it.
Cheers erupted as Pamala Milton emerged from her building, her assistant, Maxine followed behind, with a tray of candy floss, as the Governor chucked candy into the crowd.
"Kids, scatter, where she is, your grandmother isn't far away." Natalia warned the twins.
"Well, she isn't gonna miss the pumpkin you're lugging around, if your idea is to hide from her." Carol warned.
"Yeah, but the perk of that is that Archie doesn't know many words, compared to his sisters, so he can't do or say anything to cause anything. He's just my sweet lil adorable pumpkin." Natalia kissed the poor boys cheeks, whilst he ate his cookie.
Next, the Governor had started the costume competition, a little girl who was dressed as Michael Mercer had won 10 lottery tickets, he was the guy who was in control of the "Military/ police force" at this place.
"I always thought she was so classy." Carol smiled as everyone clapped for the woman.
"I never knew anything about her." Daryl added.
"She shouted at me once, cause I got juice on her expensive rug, I was seven." Natalia sighed.
"Hey, you two look busy." Carol caught Connie and Kelly's attention, as they walked up to the three.
Connie smiled at Archie, waving her finger at his costume.
"Connie's a reporter for the paper, and we've got a full day, so..." Kelly explained, signing as she spoke.
"How's work?" Daryl asked.
"It's nice to be reporting again, but Commonwealth news isn't exactly... hard-hitting." Kelly translated as Connie signed.
"Have you met Pamela yet?" Daryl continued.
"I've interviewed her once before the world fell." Kelly translated again. "Yeah, and you also got her uncle kicked out of Congress, so..." Kelly said for herself.
"That was you?" Carol asked.
She shrugged with a smile.
"We got to go. We have a lot to do before the masquerade ball, so..."
"See you later." Daryl nodded.
Natalia watched her husband as he looked after the woman, with her sister, holding their son rather tightly, a weight on her chest, that had been there since a month ago, felt rather heavy.
"I hear the both of you are going to this ball." Carol smiled.
"We got to get to work." Daryl spoke for her, taking Archie from Natalia.
"Yeah. See you guys later."
"Yeah, see you, Carol." Natalia smiled politely.
They had dropped Archie off at the Daycare before getting ready for work at their home, where they had also met up with Rosita.
The three of them had ended up working at the military, Daryl and Rosita were troopers for the army, whilst Natalia, with her college degree's, had ended up becoming an interrogator/ detective, something she was planning on becoming, before she had become pregnant, of course. But it meant that they all worked at the station together.
"Hey, there you guys are." Rosita smiled as they walked up. 
"Hey to you, too" Natalia jogged forward, hugging the woman tightly.
"You want to tell me about any cases?" Rosita asked.
"Oh, you know I can't do that, that's for the big leagues to know, sorry, but Mike asked about me helping out with your guys training today, so, there's that."
"Mike? You're calling him Mike?" Daryl asked. 
"Well, yeah, we do work together, a lot, same as he calls me by a nickname." Natalia looked over her shoulder at him, holding Rosita's hand, as they walked in the rain. "Not a big deal."
"Yeah, yeah, I bet it ain't." He grumbled.
Once they had reached the abandoned houses, Natalia went off to speak to Mercer and the other lieutenants.
"Hey, you guys doing okay?" Rosita asked Daryl, watching him watch his wife.
"Yeah, yeah, we're fine, why do you ask?" He replied.
"I don't know, you guys seem pretty tense with each other, you hardly talk with out making things awkward."
"I don't know, neither." He sighed. "Probably got something ta do with her parents being around, gotta be weird for her."
"Yeah, yeah, could be that, or maybe it's just something to do with finding out her husband left her alone for months to go live with some woman in the woods, then lie about it for years to come, whilst she was pregnant, with his kids." Rosita said, thoughtfully.
"She- she told you-"
"Of course she did, said she forgave you... but, I was with her, when you wasn't, I had to see the pain she was going through everyday, Michonne might've lost Rick on that bridge, but Nat lost you, and you never were really gone."  She left him with that, before joining the other trainees.
"Welcome to the kill house." Mercer began, when ready. "In this exercise, killing is not your primary goal. I'm looking for speed and teamwork. Two teams of two will start the course simultaneously. One team goes through the house on the right, the other team takes the house on the left. There's one weapon per team, that must be shared. Your objective; get through the house, and all the rotters inside. There will be a rotter marked in red at the end of each house. First team to take out their red gets one step closer to earning their stripes. But fail to work as a unit, see what you get. Dixon, wanna tell them the teams." Mercer waved for Natalia to step forward.
"Alright, Hart, your with Tomas. Espinosa and Green. Quintana, Johnson. Dixon and Daniels. Team up, and lets get to it, we ain't got all day."
"You mind if I go with Espinosa? We make a good team." Daryl asked, as Natalia handed him a knife, looking at Mercer.
"Daryl, I didn't choose the teams, we did it by random, there's no switching." She looked at him through her brows. "So work well with Daniels, you guys are up first"
"We got this. I know you're the fastest and I'm the baddest, so we're good." Rosita laughed with her team mate, Green.
"Let's do this." He nodded back at her.
"Hey, I'm Jake." Daniels introduced himself.
Daryl put the knife in his open hand.
"What's up, Jake?" He grunted.
"So, I'm guessing that's your wife, heard she's Mercers new deputy, or something." He nodded at Natalia, who checked with the rest of the duos, before walking away to stand by Mercer, again. 
"Your guess is as good as mine." He replied.
Mercer raised his hand, before blowing his whistle, letting the two teams start.
"Taking it he doesn't work well in a team."
"Neither of them, really,  but they're good at what they do, can get creative when need to."
"But that's not what this is about, its about teamwork."
"That's the part which scares me." She sighed.
Daryl had ended up failing the mission, when Daniels called out for him, Mercer had to shoot the walker.
"Man, what was that, He was good, I was right there." Daryl told him, as they walked out the house.
"I said speed and teamwork." Mercer replied. "Green, Espinosa, nicely done. Dixon, You're with me."
"You're an idiot." Natalia snapped at her husband, following behind the large man.
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Why would i lie to you?
AUTHORS NOTE: I started hating this like halfway through and I just kept going? but I hate this so if y'all do too I couldn't even blame you. This was supposed to be a request but I don't even like this enough to say it is.
synopsis: You and Gallo are targeted after accidentally coming across something you shouldn't.
warnings: some VERY bad writing, canon-typical violence, mention of kidnapping, head injury, very bad medical understanding, kind of meh ending
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Working in CFD meant every shift had the potential to be crazier than the last. You were always expecting something crazy to happen that would spin the entire day into chaos.
The last thing you were expecting on a seemingly random Tuesday was to walk straight into a drug den. You and Gallo were ordered to clear the house next door and ensure no sparks would ignite the abandoned building. You both had to pry the door open, making your way through the front room to check the side for any signs of smoke. As soon as you made it through the front room you were greeted by the sight of enough fentanyl and cocaine to kill the entire house.
You quickly stopped Gallo from barreling in after you, aware of all of the powders around the room.
"Is that...?"
"Yeah," You whispered, hands shaking as you radioed Kidd.
"Hey Lieutenant, do you copy?"
"I Copy, what's up Halstead?"
"We're gonna need CPD and decontamination down here," You replied, "I think we just found a trap house."
There was a pause, you and Gallo looked at each other nervously. You could hear Severiade ordering what you asked for, no doubt also radioing Boden.
"Are you and Gallo okay?" Kidd finally said.
"Yeah," Gallo nodded, "We're good, Lieutenant."
"Gallo," You caught his attention, pointing out the powder on both of your turnout gear, "We need to get out of here."
Gallo nodded, clearly trying not to breathe too deep like you were.
"Lieutenant, we have an unknown substance on our turnouts," You informed, "We need might need Brett and Violet standing by, from the looks of this set-up, I think it's Fentanyl."
"Okay, Copy that," Stella rattled off what she wanted you two to do. She ordered you both to leave the house, following Cruz and Severiade to the hasty decontamination that had been set up. Cruz had all but said that it was CFD policy and you two would be fine, but everyone was still on edge. You and Gallo had to strip down to your underwear, washing any exposed skin that wasn't covered by your turnouts.
"Hey," Kidd entered the tent as you and Gallo wrapped yourselves in Towels, "CPD just confirmed it was fentanyl in that room. They're calling in intelligence."
You and Gallo shared a look.
"Well, do we get to have some real clothes? Or do we have to wait around in towels?" You finally asked.
Kidd shook her head, "Protocol says we have to take you two to Med to get checked out-" You and Gallo groaned "-I'll bring you some clothes there."
"We really have to go to Med?" Gallo pressed, both of you trailing behind Stella as she headed for 61.
She scoffed, "Uh yeah. Now get in."
Violet chuckled from inside the rig, pointing at the two spots next to her, "One of you get the gurney."
"Not me," You snapped, playfully jabbing at Gallo before climbing to sit next to Violet. Gallo grumbled about it being unfair, but climbed into the rig and sat on the gurney anyway.
When you walked into Med, they were already waiting for you. Maggie and Will stood at the ambulance entrance with stupid grins when they saw your frustrated pout.
"You always find trouble?" Will joked, gesturing for you to sit on the edge of the bed in Bay 3.
"I just thought I'd come to see you," You told your brother, giving him a massive fake smile.
Will rolled his eyes as he ran through his checks, "How do you even accidentally find a drug den?"
"Yeah, I'd like to know that too."
You and Will looked over to see Jay leaning in the doorway, an amused smile on his face.
"We hadn't caught up in weeks, so I thought Halstead Reunion, ya know?" You replied, laughing as Jay tried to ruffle your wet hair.
"You look like a drowned rat," he laughed, wiping his hand on the towel around your shoulders like it was disgusting.
"Wow, that's the thanks I get for doing your job for you?" You retorted.
"Settle down, Children," Will waved Jay away when he started getting in the way.
You had to sit for almost an hour waiting for Med to go through the checks. When they were done, Kidd gave you CFD sweats to change into. When you were sufficiently dressed to look like a cadet, you joined Kidd and Boden to see what CPD wanted you to do.
Gallo looked a lot better than you did, his hair had at least dried and the sweats were his size. You, on the other hand, did in fact look like a drowned rat. The sweats Kidd had given you were much too big. You had to tie the sweatpants to keep them sitting comfortably. Both you and Gallo had Truck 51 shirts on, the goat emblem on the chest making you look like candidates.
Will had given you a towel, helping you dry your hair while you waited. You looked less rat-like but still felt extremely uncomfortable. Will had jokingly said at least you weren't overdosing on narcotics and immediately apologized when you gave him a shocked frown.
"Alright," Jay said as he and Hailey walked up to your little gathered group, "We need you two to come down to the district with us, and go over what you saw one last time on record."
"Alright, then," Boden nodded, giving you and Gallo his 'please behave' look he reserved especially for the two of you. "Keep me updated."
"Will do, Chief," Jay replied, letting Hailey lead the way back to their car.
As you were walking back to the car you started giving Jay shit, "So, do we get badges now? Seeming we found you your case?"
Jay scoffed, "Yeah sure."
He opened the back door for you to get in, smiling smugly. He definitely got too much amusement out of putting you into the back of his car.
You narrowed your eyes at him, "Don't smile at me like that, Chuckles."
Hailey laughed, looking back at the two of you from the passenger seat.
When you were done at the Precinct, Boden had called and informed you and Gallo were off for the rest of the shift. Jay offered to give you a ride home, all but demanding it. As you were headed back to your apartment, you asked him about the case. He waved you off with a lie about it probably being something gang-related and an easy case. You didn't really care enough to press him any further. You had learnt a while ago that pressing Jay for information about the job wasn't worth it - he tried to hide most of the danger from you. At some point, you got so used to it that you always assumed whenever he was quiet it was worth just not asking anything more.
Eventually, he even stopped pressing you about the dangers of your job, it was a weird unspoken recognition between you and him. Not to ask too much.
When you jumped out of the car you wished Jay luck in the case, wanting nothing more than to go home and wash the day away. You were leaving the shower when your phone lit up. Clearly, Gallo had the same thought as you, what an awful way to spend the rest of an on-shift day.
Want to grab a drink?
You laughed, responding; only if you bring it here cbf going out.
Gallo let you know he would be at your apartment soon, no doubt bringing enough beer for you two to drown your sorrows about being benched.
Gallo arrived with a six-pack, putting them in the fridge and bringing two over for you both. He sat next to you on the couch, both of you silently watching the game and just trying to decompress from the day.
"I hate this," You finally muttered, sick of sitting doing nothing while your friends were at work.
"Me too," Gallo replied, looking as forlorn as you felt. After another moment of silence Gallo said, "When I was coming here, it was so weird, I could have sworn someone was following me."
You laughed, "Following you?"
Gallo turned to face you, looking extremely serious, "Yeah, following me. This black ford was behind me up to the store, I thought it was nothing but when I headed here it was two cars behind me, again."
You mirrored Gallo, turning to face him as he spoke. Any sense of drowsy self-pity had vanished and now you were growing concerned, "It followed you all the way here?"
Gallo shook his head, "No. It pulled off a couple of blocks before me, I figured it must have been someone taking the same route, but..."
"But?"
"it just felt strange," Gallo confessed.
You put your almost untouched beer on the coffee table, walking around the couch to grab your phone off the kitchen counter where I was charging.
"What are you doing?" Gallo asked, frowning at you, "You think it really was following me?"
"I don't know," You told him, "But I'd feel a hell of a lot better if Jay came and told us for sure."
You searched through your phone for Jay's name, quickly calling him and walking back to Gallo. As you heard it start to dial, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car screeching to a halt.
"Tell Jay what's going on," You ordered Gallo, shoving your phone at him for him to take. As Gallo rambled off what was going on to Jay, you slowly approached the windows. You pressed to the side of the window, trying to not be seen by anyone outside. You gently parted the curtains, glancing through the gap to see four armed men getting out of a black crossover.
You ducked away from the windows quickly, grabbing Gallo's arm and yanking him along with you to your ensuite. He handed the phone to you with a breathy, "Jay wants to talk to you."
You nodded, grabbing the phone off him, then pushing him into the bathroom, "Stay in here, get low and lock the door."
Gallo protested, "What about you?"
"I'll be fine, just do as I say," You snapped back shutting the door quickly and as quietly as you could.
"-Y/N? What's going on? Y/n!"
You held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, making your way back out of your bedroom and into the lounge to get a vantage point on the car in your street.
"Jay, there are four armed men outside," You weren't sure why you were whispering, the men hadn't even approached the windows so they wouldn't be able to hear you.
"Patrol is 5 minutes out, we're not far behind, okay?" Came jays response.
"Okay," You whispered. You ducked around your couch, using the furniture to hide your figure as you tried to look for a license plate on the car.
"Shit!" You cursed, barely having time to press yourself flush to the ground before three of the men unloaded their magazines into the front of your apartment.
"Y/N?" You could hear Jay's concerned voice coming from your phone, but it had skidded out of sight when you hit the ground.
The rain of bullets left your ears ringing, all around you were shrapnel of your apartment. Tiny fragments of glass mixed with the ripped-up wood of the floors, essentially creating one hell of a scene.
You dared raise yourself off the ground, getting to your hands and knees and psyching yourself up to crawl to the kitchen to hide behind the counter. The ringing in your ears subsided briefly for you to hear the crunching of footsteps approaching. The footsteps belonged to a pair of dark military-style boots. Before you could think too much about the fact, one of the boots came down on your back, kicking you to the floor and winding you.
You let out a puff of air at the force, gaping and hiccuping trying to regain your breath. The pair of boots were joined by another and you were hauled to your feet.
"Where is it?"
Both of the men were dressed in military-style tactical gear, all black aside from their vests which were camo. Their faces were covered by goggles and balaclavas. It was no doubt meant to be intimidating, but all you could think was what the fuck did they want with you.
"I don't enjoy repeating myself, where is it?" The man on your left snarled, he had a tight grip on your arms while the man on your right loosely trained his rifle on you.
You didn't know what to say, this was all so absurd. Instead of replying to the man you just laughed, a laugh of shock and surprise. The two men looked at each other, and then one of them punched you straight in the stomach.
"Jesus Christ," You swore, doubling over and struggling not to empty your stomach on their boots, "I don't know what you're talking about, okay?"
The sound of police sirens and the bright flashing lights were surrounding you at once. You could hear the patrol cops shouting orders at the men outside your apartment, then the repeated sound of gunfire.
"Last chance," He warned, "Tell us where it is, or we'll kill you."
You almost screamed when the man's chest exploded, his blood spraying over your face and chest. At least you were expecting it when the second man went down too.
"Chicago PD!"
In your line of work, you had been covered in other people's blood more times than you cared to count - but this was different. As you stood shell-shocked, a swarm of officers filled the room. The ringing in your ears grew and grew, all you could do was stare at your shaking hands that were covered in the men's blood.
Someone was grabbing your arm, pulling you towards the door and away from the bodies. Your legs shook so badly that had to support you as you walked. Your vision was blurring from tears that clung to your lashes, every step you took felt like you were slowly sinking into the pavement. You were led through the sea of CPD to an ambulance then gently sat on the back step. You could hear the rustle of action going on around you now, but the blood rushing in your ears drowned most of it out.
Someone was gently taking your face in their hands, guiding you to look up at them. Hailey smiled down at you, slowly talking you through the wave of panic that held you. She wrapped a thick blanket around your shoulders, tucking it under your chin as you sat immobile. Hailey sat down next to you, grasping your hand tightly in hers and rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.
"Just breathe, you're safe," She kept saying, whispering it quietly into your ear as she soothed your hair away from your face.
Once you finally felt like the world had stopped shaking and the ringing in your ears subsided you realized what was really going on.
You let out a small sigh, turning to Hailey with wide eyes. You wanted to ask what the hell had just happened, to swear and shake the anxiety out of you. Instead, you just looked at her, distraught.
Hailey knew what you were trying to say. She smiled softly, her tone was so soft it almost made you feel warm and safe, "Don't worry about that right now. What matters is that you're okay."
You nodded, letting her pull you into a tight hug and hold you there for a moment. When you both pulled away, she waved over the waiting paramedics, who gave you a few damp wipes to clean your face.
Hailey helped you wipe the blood off your face and neck, watching you struggle to not be ill at the idea of someone else's blood covering you. She kept you calm and held your hand, reassuring you that everything was alright the whole time.
When you were done clearing your face, she took both your hands and started whipping your arms and hands. As she did, your eyes wandered to the scene around you. There had to be at least 6 or 7 patrol cars all parked haphazardly around the street. Uniformed officers were already setting up the tape and directing crowds and media away from the debris field. You could see Gallo sitting in a different ambulance, he looked unharmed, probably just as shaken as you were. Kevin and Kim were standing by, talking to him and the paramedics.
Voight was standing with the rest of intelligence and Trudy, commanding the uniformed officers and lab techs around the scene. As you looked over you spotted Jay, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced over as you were looking, making eye contact and breaking away from the group.
Voight and the others watched him approach you and Hailey. When he got up to you, he quickly pulled you into a hug. He was squeezing you so tight it was almost constricting. You didn't have the heart to tell him that. When he pulled away he forced you to sit back down next to Hailey.
"Are you alright?" He asked gently.
You couldn't find the words to reply, just shaking your head.
Jay grimaced, nodding in understanding. "Hailey is going to go with you to Med, yeah? I'll come as soon as we finish here."
You nodded, your voice still having not returned. Jay pressed a kiss to your hairline, helping you to your feet and into the ambulance. He sent you one last smile before he shut the doors and watched the Rig pull away.
"She okay?" Voight asked as he rejoined the gathered officers.
Jay sighed, "I don't think so, she's really shaken."
Kim nodded, "Gallo told us what happened, she locked him in the bathroom like she knew they would open fire on them."
Jay remembered all the times he told you when you were younger - the safest place in that situation is in the bathtub. Seeming you didn't have one, the bathroom had been your attempt to make do with little resources. The team kept looking at him like they were expecting him to snap, such a brazen attack on his sister with so many witnesses meant there was something bigger at play here. Jay wasn't angry - he was seething. The white-hot fury that slowly burns away at your heart, that would make you act like never before.
Will was feeling something similar when he watched you walk into med for the second time that day. This time, however, he knew you were hurt. Hailey was holding you up, tightly gripping your forearm and steering you into the ED. You had refused to be wheeled in on the gurney, adrenaline coursing through you still, making you unable to feel the pain.
Will dropped his tablet on the desk, running over to you and taking your other arm as you pitched to one side.
"What the hell happened?" He asked, taking in the smudges of blood on your skin and the stains over your shirt.
Hailey answered for you as you fought to stay present, your mind wanting to swallow you whole and ignore the outside world.
Will helped you into the bed, the deja vu of the situation made your skin crawl.
"Hey, what's going on?" Dr Marcel asked as he wanted in, a nurse on his heels. Will looked at you to explain, but you were replaying the night before you. Watching your apartment rip apart again, hearing the crunching of footprints over and over.
"Y/N?" Will grabbed your hand, smoothing your hair back as he tried to calm you down. The monitors started to beep as your heart rate rose and oxygen levels dropped. "Try to breathe, squirt."
You shook your head, unable to slow your breathing or gather any control to do so.
"Can we get a cannula on her please?" Dr Marcel ordered. You could feel the tube being placed on your face, looped around your ears. It made you uncomfortable but there was nothing to do about it.
You gripped Will's hand even tighter, choking on sobs and your own gaps for air. Will watched helplessly, trying to calm you to no avail.
"Will," Crockett spoke, ".5 of versed?"
Will knew the last thing you would have wanted was to be sedated but your oxygen stats were dropping, even with the cannula. He nodded to Marcel, letting him know to go ahead.
He prepped the meds quickly and behind his turned back, when you caught on to what was going on you were already too far gone in your own panic attack to protest. Eventually, the versed did its job of calming you down enough to allow you to relax and feel safe.
"Sorry," You croaked, throat raw from the earlier events.
Will smiled, "You just had to see me again, huh?"
You laughed a little, the movement sending an ache through your stomach, "Don't make me laugh," You pouted holding your abdomen as if it would help.
Crockett watched you two with an amused grin, now that you had calmed down, he asked where you were hurt.
Will had to give you his stern 'I'm the eldest so you do as I say' look, knowing how you and jay both resisted hospitals greatly.
"My right side," You explained to Crockett, gesturing to your right ribs where you had been cruelly sucker punched.
Crockett gently lifted your shirt off the area, even through his gloves you could feel how cold his hands were. He pressed against one of your ribs, causing you to let out a strangled, "Fuck," at the sudden pain.
Crockett smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."
You scowled at him, "Yeah, sure you are."
"Glad to see your humour is still intact," Crockett joked, laughing at Will who looked less than impressed at the two of you bantering.
You smiled at your brother, trying to reassure him that you were fine now. Even though your mind was still full of fog. Every time you stopped to think about it, you were brought back to the events in your living room.
When Dr Marel finished his prodding, he said he would get you on the waitlist for a CT, but that it might take some time. You had to bug Will to go back to his shift, promising that you wouldn't pull a Jay and try to break out. He had only agreed after Hailey promised she wouldn't let you leave either.
"How's Gallo?" You asked Hailey, having not seen him since the ambulance.
Hailey smiled, "He's alright, Sarg took him back to the precinct until we figure out the best way to handle all this."
"Okay," You replied, sighing at the idea that this wasn't all over, just yet.
After the CT scan Dr Marcel assured you and Will - although mostly Will - that you had no broken ribs, but some gnarly bruises that might leave you stiff for a few days. You had grumbled about not being able to go back to work and Dr Marcel laughed at how irritated Will looked.
Hailey had helped you get dressed in some clean clothes, some of your sweats she'd nabbed from your apartment. She helped you put on a zip-up, apologizing at your winces when you had to move too fast. Will had given you a gentle side hug as you and Hailey left, promising that you could crash at his. 
After you got done at the precinct and relayed your statement for the umpteenth time, Jay drove you to Wills. He hovered more than usual, giving you his jacket to keep you warm and letting you know he would go to your apartment and grab some of your stuff. 
“You don’t have to go out of your way,” You laughed, letting him bring you a coffee. 
“I won’t be,” Jay replied, gently squeezing your shoulder, “Working the case remember?” 
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It took a week for you to get back to work, the bruising had gone from purple to green, looking more gnarly than before. It didn’t hurt so much anymore, at least not enough that you couldn’t work. You walked into the firehouse at the start of your shift expecting the ‘surprise’, but it still scared the living daylights out of you. When you walked into the common room, there was no one around. Expecting them all to be gathering in the locker room like they normally did, you thought nothing of it. 
When they all rounded the corner into the room shouting you jumped hallways to the roof. 
“What on earth?” You asked, laughing as they handed you a small box. 
“Ah,” Hermann waved his hand, “Just open it.” 
You laughed, flipping the box open to reveal a plastic police badge. Immediately you burst out laughing, “A police badge?” “Yeah! Seeming you got Intelligence that case, you’re like a cop now,” Gallo joked, playfully elbowing you. 
“Oof,” You grabbed your side, slightly doubling over where Gallo elbowed you. 
Brett was at your side instantly, grabbing your arm and asking what was wrong. Gallo had gone pale, looking terrified he had just hurt you again. 
“Are you alright?” Kidd asked, coming to stand next to Brett with her eyebrows knitted. 
You straightened up, dropping your hands, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You grinned, “Just wanted to mess with Gallo.” 
Everyone laughed, cheering about how it was good to have you back. Gallo grabbed you into a hug, complaining about how that prank was cruel. You sat down to have breakfast with them all, telling Gallo, “It’s payback for that god-awful date you set me up on.” 
Being back to work was exactly what you needed. As much as you loved your brothers, they were hovering a lot and it was nice to get back to a little bit of normality. Your apartment was being repaired, the landlord taking her time and dragging her feet about the ordeal. So, living with Will had meant everything still felt strange. Your truck never treated you any differently though, being back sitting with Gallo and Carver in the truck was the best you’d felt since the incident. 
After a couple of shifts, you’d fallen back into the rhythm of it all, you and Will worked differing shifts so you would often get home to him leaving for work or vise versa. The more you were back on the job the more you started to forget the whole incident. You were at Molly’s one night after shift when Jay and Hailey had come to chill. They had let you know if passing the case was still unsolved and that the police chief had set them up on another case seeming that one didn’t have any leads. You didn’t mind much, it was easier to leave it in the past. Besides, the men who had attacked you and Gallo in your apartment had been locked in prison out of state, you barely had to testify seeming the entire encounter was captured by your neighbour's security cameras. You had gone back to your normal life, responding to fires and car crashes and the occasional ‘how did they get stuck there’ calls. 
“All Units, Structure fire, S Canal St.”
You all jumped into action, suiting up and climbing into the rig. 
“S Canal street? Isn’t that warehouses?” Carver asked. 
“Yeah,” Kidd replied, frowning at her screen. 
When all the companies pulled up the address, all of you climbed out to see the seemingly abandoned area. 
“Where’s the fire?” Severiade asked no one in particular. 
You were all suited up, Truck, Engine and Squad prep with SCBAs with no fire to respond to.
“Spread out, see what you can find,” Kidd ordered. You, Violet and Brett walked around the side of the warehouse to see if you could find anything. As you were approaching the back of the building you saw a door left open. 
“Lieutenant,” You spoke to the radio, “There's a door open on the B side near the back.”
There was no reply, you frowned and tried again. When there was still nothing you turned to Brett and Violet, “Maybe the radios are down?” 
Brett frowned, trying her radio to no response. 
“Help!” 
You looked back into the warehouse, trying to decide what to do. 
“Okay,” You sighed, “I’m going to go in, maybe you guys can go back and get the others?” 
Brett looked apprehensive but agreed, telling Violet to go get Kelly and Stella while she grabbed the gurney. You walked into the warehouse, grabbing your tac light and turning it on to look around. 
“Fire Department, Call out!” 
There was no response, the warehouse was so quiet you could hear your footsteps echoing off the walls. 
“Fire Department, Call out!” You repeated. This time you could hear a reply. As you headed further into the warehouse you heard a loud slam. You frowned, turning around to see the door you entered from was shut. 
“Brett?” You spoke into the radio, “Anyone copy?”
You started to get uneasy, there was something wrong here. Turning back to where you heard the victim last, you came around a corner to see a room full of machinery. 
“Fire department!”“Here!” As you stepped into the room, you knew for sure something was wrong. It felt like your entire body was charged with nervous energy, the hair on your arms standing on end. You had got to stop getting into these situations. 
You raised your halligan a little higher, ditching your flashlight and opting for the more weapon-like thing you had. You tried to check every corner and crevice as you walked through the room, but there was nothing to see. Or nothing that you could see. You walked around the final corner where you saw a man lying on the ground, half under what looked like some kind of crusher. 
“Sir?” 
You took an apprehensive step forward, lowering the Halligan. As you did, you felt the smooth metal of a blade being pressed above your collar. 
“Drop the bar.” 
You did as you were told, letting the metal clang to the ground and offering the suspect your hands. The man who was on the ground got up, simply sliding out from where he was. 
Just my luck.
The man lowered the blade and grabbed our hands, pushing you forward towards a door back to the main warehouse room.
“...stead… do you… rep…” 
You were dragged from the first floor to the basement, zip tied at the wrists and forced to your knees. A man with a rifle stood at the doorway, wearing the same black military tac the men t your apartment were wearing. 
‘Is this about the drug den?” You demanded, “Because I told your buddies when they destroyed my apartment, I don’t know where the police put your stuff.” 
One of the men walked up, your mind immediately started to go over the features you could see from how covered he was. 
6’2”, brown eyes, white.
“I don’t believe you, Lady firefighter.” 
Texan accent. Texan Accent?
“Why would I lie to you?” You snarled, “I really don’t feel like dying in the dirt and I’m clearly not a cop.” 
You could hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t care about the product anymore, love.” 
“Then what?”
“You got four of my best men locked up.”
“Clearly they aren’t the best if they got themselves locked-”
His fist slammed hard into the side of your face, sending your head snapping to the side. You could taste the copper in your mouth from the blood. You licked your lips, feeling the split that started bleeding. 
“Halstead… …are you…” 
Texas reached for your radio, he fiddled with the buttons as if trying to inspect its functions. 
You pointed to the button on the side, “You hold that button to turn it off,” You told him, smiling pleasantly knowing it would irk him. 
“...firefighter Hal… …respond… …you copy…” 
Kidd was sounding more and more frantic in the broken bits you could hear. 
Texas was clearly getting fed up with the interruption, he held down the button on the side. The radio crackled signifying it was relaying to the team. 
“You know, they will call the cops if I don’t respond,” You said, trying to act casual. 
“Let them,” Texas hissed, “You’ll be dead before they get inside.” 
He let go of the button, frowning at it and waiting to see if there were any more responses. 
“...Repeat that…”
“...CPD… the way…” 
“You fucking bitch.” 
You smiled, teeth stained red from the blood on your lips, “You really should know how to use a radio, jackass.” 
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Violet came running around the corner up the Kidd and Severide as they stood trying to figure out where the caller is. 
“We found the entrance,” She told them, “We heard someone, Y/N went in” 
“Alone?” Kidd demanded.
Violet nodded, gesturing to Sylvie, “Brett had to get the gurney, our radios aren’t working.”
Severiade gestured for Violet to lead the way to the door as Kidd rounded up the rest of the company. 
When they all got to the door, they realized it was locked tight. 
Severiade tried opening it, pulling it to no avail. 
“We could force it open?” Stella asked.
Kelly frowned, gesturing to the door, “It’s an old-style security door, the hinges are on the inside.” 
Kidd turned to him, “Something doesn’t seem right.”
“I agree,” Kelly responded, looking up the building for signs of other ways to get in. 
“Can squad get the door open?” 
“Yeah,” Kelly replied, “But it’ll take some time.”
As kelly started barking orders to the gathered firefighters, Kidd stepped back at tried the radio. 
“Halstead,” She spoke into the radio, “Do you Copy? Report.” 
There was no response. 
“Our radios weren’t working at all before,” Violet offered, “Maybe there's some kind of interference from inside?” 
The group watched as Cruz and Severiade made slow work cutting through part of the door, trying to find a way to break into the door. They had to keep replacing the blades to the saw that broke, making the job tedious. 
“Halstead, are you okay?” Kidd tried again 
She sighed, “Gallo, Carver, did you find any other entrance?” 
Carver shook his head, “Only an old garage door, but it’s bolted up from what we could see.” 
Kidd sighed, knowing the best chance would be to get you on the radio somehow. 
“Firefighter Halstead, respond. Do you Copy!”
There was a crackle in everyone's radio. 
“...know… …call the cops…” 
Everyone grimaced at the sharp scratch the radios made.
“... dead before…”
“That wasn’t Y/N,” Mouch noted, it was definitely a male voice who spoke the second time.
“Y/N, can you repeat that?”
Silence. 
“Dispatch, this is truck 51 requesting immediate police backup. We have a possible hostage situation here.” 
“Copy that, Truck 51. Patrol is on route.” 
“Halstead? CPD is on the way, what’s going on?”
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Adam took the stairs two at a time, bounding into the Bullpen and telling them all to be quiet. He turned the volume up on his radio. 
“...Units on the city-wide, any available units to 1399 S Canal St, Truck 51 reported a possible hostage situation with a firefighter.” 
Jay stood up from his desk, grabbed his phone and called you. The phone rang and rang but you didn’t pick up. He frowned, searching through his contacts until he found Stella Kidd's name. He only had her name for emergencies and this was definitely one. 
“Jay?” Kidd answered. 
“Stella, what’s going on, we heard dispatch call for cars to your location.” 
“Listen,” She responded, “Y/N went into a warehouse and the door locked behind them, we can’t reach them on the radio. We got a broken bit of a conversation, she said ‘call the cops’ and a man responded ‘dead before’.” 
Voight immediately ordered the group to tac up and head to the location, knowing how important this was to them all. 
When they all arrived, they joined the firehouse at the side door. By now, Squad had almost got the doors open, they only had to pry them open with the jaws before it would all be a go. 
Voight ordered everyone but Severiade and Cruz back to the trucks, but the firefighters all stubbornly refused. 
“We’ll stay out of the way but we gotta be close, what if they need us?” Kidd had argued. 
Voight didn’t have time to argue, letting them stand far enough from the door that they wouldn't be in the line of fire if there was an offender at the door. 
“Ready?” Severiade asked the gathered officers. “On three. One, two, three.” 
He and Joe pulled the door open, getting out of the way for the 7 police officers to rush inside. 
The team quickly and quietly cleared every room, making it around the basement until they found the stairs to the basement. Voight gave them the clear to make their way down the stairs, letting Kevin and Torres lead the way. At the bottom of the stairs there looked like there was nothing. The room was pitch black, the only light from the teams flashlights.
Kim sweaped her flashlight across the room, "Hey, Adam?"
Adam joined her side, "What is it?"
Kim pointed to a door, a large metal vault door similar to the one outside. It was cracked open slightly, sending a slight draft around the room.
Adam nodded, gesturing for Kim to lead the way to the door. Adam opened it and Kim lead the way into the next room. The room was less a room and more the landing to fire escape.
Kim called out to the rest of the team, they all gathered on the landing, coming to the same conclusion, the suspects had left the building and now they were playing catch up.
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All you could think about was all of the times Jay told you about these kinds of cases, about how he and Atwater found Kim through Kim's persistent efforts. How most of the time victims had to fight to be found. He mentioned once how he responded to a call as a patrol officer, to find a women had jumped out of a moving car to avoid being kidnapped. At the time it was his way to teach you to be careful, but you were freshly 21 and laughed him off.
You really should have payed more attention.
It hadn't been long, definitely less than an hour since Texas had forced you out of a fire escape and into the back of a car. You'd given about as much trouble as you could, kicking him in shin when he'd shoved you into the care. You knew it had to hurt with your uniform boots, but he didn't seem too happy about it.
You had passed at least two blocks and tried to count, but the warehouses made it hard to focus. The driver turned down a street and then into a car junkyard. You would have laughed at the irony had it not meant upsetting Mr texas more.
When he and the driver got out of the car, they stepped away to talk to a new person you didn't recognize. She was at least dressed like a normal person if more fancy than you would have thought necessary for a junkyard.
As a last-ditch effort you tried the radio, "Lieutenant, do you copy?"
There was no reply. You were on your own.
The door was thrown open and you were dragged out of the car. As if they finally remembered they were kidnapping a firefighter, they roughly grabbed your SCBA and threw it to the side, ditching the equipment somewhere near a line of crushed cars. Texas and the driver grabbed you by the arms and pulled you along the gravel until you were towards the back of the yard. You kicked and screamed, trying to break the ties on your wrists or bring any kind of attention.
They threw you on the ground, Texas brandished his revolver and pointed it at you. All you wanted to do was scream and plead, but there was no time. The gun went off and you hit the ground.
The first thing you recognized was the PASS alarm. It was far enough away that it was slightly muffled, but you could hear it clearly through the yard. You hoped that maybe someone would hear it over the traffic noises going on around you. Any sense of fight had left, it was clear this wasn't a kidnapping it was an execution. Now all you could do was lay hopelessly in the dirt.
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"Dr Acher, Dr Asher, we got incoming!"
"Brett, talk to me!" Hannah called as she joined gourney rolling through the doors.
"Y/N Halstead," Brett started to rattle off, "GCS 9, perforating head wound. CPD found her in a car yard, no idea how long she was there."
Will had to hold Jay back from barrelling straight into the room, trying to persuade him that it would be okay without fully believing it himself.
"Page Neuro," Dr Archer ordered, "Let's get a CT and push fluids."
Hannah's face was hovering over you, you could feel a sharp pain in your chest as she performed a sternum rub.
"Y/N?" She pressed, "How are you feeling?"
You groaned, trying to swat her hand away but being held back by the nurses. Everything was moving so fast, it felt like your head had been hit by a sledgehammer. Any sense of time or spacial awareness was gone. It was like an out-of-body experience, but not the fun kind.
When you were next aware of your surroundings, your hand felt clammy. You forced your eyes open and grimaced at the brightness. You pulled your hands towards your face, trying to block the light.
"No, hey, don't," Jay protested, grabbing your hands and pulling them away from the bandages on your head.
You frowned at him, unable to muster up any more energy to fight him. You were half asleep, the feeling of not knowing if your dreaming or not. Jay was at your side, holding your hand. You wanted to tease him about how clammy his hands felt, but talking was too much energy. Hailey was beside Jay, she smiled brightly at you and pulled a blanket higher around your body.
After a while Will came into the room carrying coffee cups, he grinned when he saw you half awake. He gently pulled you into a hug, helping you prop yourself up on the bed.
"I don't get a coffee?" You croaked, attempting a chuckle that ended in coughing.
Will helped you sit up, holding your arm as you coughed like a child.
He and Jay helped you lay back down, Will fussed over the monitors and jay pulled the blanket back up again. You lazily pushed his hands away mumbling about being fine and he was smothering you. Jay ignored you and continued fussing.
You spent 3 weeks in the hospital, Dr Abrams had kept telling you about how lucky you were to be alive - let alone spend such a short time in the ICU. During that time, Will and Jay were almost always around. If they weren't, it would be someone from 51 or all of them.
You had woken up one day to the entire lot of them crammed into the room, somehow managing not to wake you with their rowdiness. They had all teased you about the situation,
"Only you would get yourself in that situation, Halstead," Violet joked, playfully poking your arm.
You had shrugged and proclaimed you wanted the paid time off.
When you were released, Dr Abrams had schooled Will on everything to look out for, warning the both of you to be on high alert. You were expecting it, but still the scolding only made Will more protective.
He always doctored you and Jay, but now it felt like he was less your brother and more a live-in doctor. Staying with him meant you didn't have to worry about your own apartment - which you had essentially been evicted of. And gave both Will and Jay peace of mind. It also meant that Jay could come around whenever he wanted because he had a key.
Will had found you both on the couch one day after his shift. Jay was watching some rerun of a hockey game and you had your legs thrown over his lap, completely passed out covered in blankets.
Even after you had gotten much better, Will insisted that you stayed with him. Jay had teased the two of you were lonely and had gotten used to each other's company and neither of you could argue because he was right. You had been cleared by Abrams to do light duty and got to play Fire Cop alongside Lieutenant Seager. Joe hadn't stopped giving you shit about it. Every time you came to Molly's he'd declared, "The fire cops here!" and envelope you in a massive hug.
After almost 8 months of doing nothing and working a desk job, you finally managed to beg Boden and Abrams to sign off on letting you back on Truck. The company had been functioning without you for so long that you worried they might eventually have to replace you. It took more convincing Jay to let you go back to work than Will. Will knew you were stronger than ever - having come with you to most of your appointments. Jay however, was worried about you getting hurt again.
You had rolled your eyes and said, "what like you do?"
Hailey had to hold in her laughter at the stare off the two of you had.
You'd sworn your brothers and Boden to secrecy, knowing they would accidentally tell the house if you didn't tell them to keep their mouths shut. You'd even gone so far as to bum a ride off Will, not wanting to let them know you were there.
You'd walked into the briefing room when Boden was declaring there was a new addition to Truck. You hadn't known he had set you up for an entrance - which made it all the more amusing for you when you walked into the briefing room and they all but exploded with excitement. Violet and Brett were the closest to you, they both jumped out of their chairs and pulled you into a hug. When you pulled away, Gallo and Ritter were pulling you into their own hugs.
When the hugs and welcomes were done, you felt like you were finally home. Things were back to normal, sure they were different than before, but maybe even better.
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