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[hazza-bear-care]

Try Again

After his return to Alexandria with Daryl in tow, Negan learns a dirty little secret.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse and neglect, typical Walking Dead details.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Little pig, little pig! Let me in!" Negan called over the fence, Lucielle slung over his shoulder.

The sound of creaking metal echoed around the citizens of Alexandria as the gate opened, a convoy of trucks rolling into the center of town. Saviors hopped out of the trucks, scattering themselves to give their leader the backup he required. Negan sauntered to the front of his group, a smirk gracing his lips as he took in the sight of Rick and his people cowering at them.

"Hey, Rick. How ya doin'?" Negan asked, once again perching his bat over his shoulder. Rick nodded. Another smile grew across Negan's face as he turned his head to whistle, Dwight appearing with Daryl in tow.

From where you stood behind Rick, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Daryl: He was wearing dirty sweats, the letter 'A' spraypainted in orange across his chest. His already grimy appearance had worsened by 10, with his greasy hair matted to his forehead, a dried river of blood flowing from his nose to his lips. He was squinting in the sunlight as the baggy shirt hung from his slim frame, a black bruise circling his left eye.

Your feet moved on their own, stepping beside Rick. He held his arm out in front of you in order to stop you from moving any closer to where Negan separated you from your boyfriend. Rick and Negan exchanged words while your own thoughts were swimming around you in a hurricane of emotions. You didn't realize what was happening until you were suddenly in Daryl's arms, wrapping him in a hug he so desperately needed. You ignored the stench that was rolling off of him and the filthy clothes he was wearing, asking him if he was okay in hurried whispers.

"NO! DARYL!" You screamed as someone pulled you away from him by your hair, throwing you on the pavement and back at Rick's feet. When you were finally released, you turned onto your hands and knees only to be met with a barbed wire covered bat. You were positive you could still see chunks of Glenn and Abraham's flesh stuck under some of the wire as you followed the bat's length up to Negan's face.

"Well! Lookie here boys! Daryl's got himself a fine piece of ass!" Negan called over his shoulder, sending a swift kick to your stomach. You groaned in pain and rolled back onto your side, missing when the bat turned its focus to Rick who was going to help you up. Another kick met your ribs as you shamefully tried to crawl away. Negan knelt down to make eye contact, wrenching you up to his face by your hair once again.

"Negan..." Rick started, stepping closer to you and Negan in an attempt to defuse the situation.

"Don't get any closer, Rick. We're about to have a conversation." Negan replied, glaring at you with a sickening smile. You gulped heavily as you stared at the face of the man who killed your friends, kidnapped the man you loved, and was close to beating you within an inch of your life.

"I don't take pleasure in beating pretty women like you, sweetheart, but if you ever try that shit again, you and Lucielle are gonna have a girl's day. Do you understand me?" Negan hissed, pressing his lips to your ear to accentuate every word he spoke.

"Yes." You answered softly, silently willing yourself not to cry in front of the terrifying man above you.

"Good. Now get up." Negan said, dragging you up by your hair and throwing you at Rick, who caught you quickly.

"Hold this," Negan said, thrusting Lucielle into your hands as he sauntered further into town.

"Are you okay?" Rick whispered, wrapping you in a quick yet comforting hug. You nodded, looking down at the heavy bat that sat in your grip. The red tinge to the barbed wire and the wood underneath made your stomach churn, the meager breakfast you had eaten threatening to make an appearance as you felt bile rise in your throat.

"Well? You going to show me around or what?" Negan called, watching as you and Rick turned to walk towards him, the bat in your hand shaking. You stood in between Rick and Daryl as the three of you followed Negan as he ventured further into Alexandria, taking stock of everything his people were dragging out of the homes you and countless others had tried so hard to make comfortable and welcoming. A man approached Negan, a video camera in hand. Negan pressed play and a disheveled Rick was staring back at him. Negan turned to taunt Rick about his looks before running a hand down his own stubble and muttering something about shaving.

"What do you think, sweet cheeks? Think I should shave this piss poor excuse of a beard?' Negan asked, sending a smirk your way before his attention turned back to Daryl. You hesitantly also looked at Daryl, and if looks could kill, Negan would be dead already and their problem would be solved.

"I don't care what you do." You quietly murmured, looking back at Negan with a glare. Negan smiled and winked, turning his attention back to Rick until Gabriel popped up. While Gabriel and Negan spoke, you shot another glance back at Daryl, who had his own gaze fixed on you as well. Your chin wobbled as you stared at your boyfriend, half of your heart placed on Earth.

"I'm sorry." Daryl mouthed at you. You nodded your acceptance, attention returning to Negan as he asked Rick where the guns were.

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Olivia whimpered as Arat dragged her up in front of Negan, tears streaming down her face in fear.

"We checked inventory, two guns are missing: Glock 9 and a .22 bobcat." Arat said, shoving the composition book under Negan's nose so he could check for himself.

"You're two handguns short, Rick. Find them. Or else, Olivia's brain will paint the town red." Rick scurried away leaving you with Negan.

You opted to stand beside Olivia, rubbing a comforting hand over her arm as she continued to bawl next to you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blubbering, not seeming to care that you were in the same boat just a few minutes earlier. You could feel eyes on you, looking up and meeting Negan's eye. He smirked once again.

"You look hot holding Lucielle. I never caught your name though, Princess. Wanna fill me in?" Negan asked, running a gloved finger down your cheek. You resisted the urge to pull away from his touch and bit your lip.

"Y/N." You choked out, your voice sounding foreign to your ears.

"Y/N... A beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl. Now, tell me Y/N, how did you end up with that sack of shit over there?" Negan asked, pulling you under his arm and turning you to face Daryl who was seething at the thought of Negan touching what was his.

"He kept me safe when no one else would. Protected me from people who wanted nothing but to hurt me. People like you, Negan."

"Well, look at how well that turned out, Princess." You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I would trade places with him in a heartbeat." You spat, wrenching yourself out of Negan's grasp as Rick reappeared with the missing guns. He threw them into the truck with the rest of the arsenal.

"Now that you've seen we can follow your rules, I'd like to ask if Daryl can stay?" Rick asked, his jaw clenched in desperation.

"Well, well. You hear that, Princess? Your wish is about to come true!" Negan called to you over his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Rick asked once again, looking at you over Negan's shoulder.

"Y/N here said she'd switch places with Daryl in a heartbeat. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

You swallowed, making eye contact with Rick long enough to nod before looking back at your feet. You heard a sigh from somewhere beside you, and you didn't have to look at him to know Daryl was the one it came from.

"You can't have her." Rick replied.

"I don't know, I think that's a fair trade, Rick! You get Daryl, I get his pretty little fuck buddy. She'll be kneeling for me in no time." The queasy feeling in your stomach returned at the words Negan used.

"Y/N, you can't do this." Rick said, only to be met with silence.

"Hold on now, let's give her a chance to plead her case! Y/N?" Negan gestured, allowing you the platform to speak.

"He's right, Rick. I don't bring anything to the table. I can't protect you, this place, as well as everyone else can and has. You don't need me." you argued, ignoring the smile that spread across Negan's face. Rick looked at you with disbelief and betrayal.

"Y/N, you're stronger than you think you are," Rick said, defending you with words rather than actions.

"Then I guess it's time for me to figure that out in my own way, Rick. I'll go. Daryl stays." You finalized the trade, staring deep into Negan's eyes with an unwavering glare. Negan gazed at you with a smile, before throwing his hands out to his sides.

"Seems like the decision's been made, Ricky! Dwight, make Y/N comfortable. She's got a long ride ahead of her." Negan ordered.

"Wait!" You cried, ripping your arm out of Dwight's grasp. Negan turned to look at you expectantly. "May I please say goodbye?"

"Only since you asked so nicely, Princess. You have two minutes. Alright everybody, let's roll out!" Negan answered, removing his bat from your grasp and tapping his wrist before watching you turn your attention to Daryl.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this." Daryl whispered, leaning into your touch as you raked your hands through his tangled hair.

"Yes I do, Daryl. But I promise you, I will find my way back here. Back to you, okay?" Daryl nodded briefly before pulling you into his arms again, but this time, kissing you. Daryl's kisses always managed to take your breath away, but this one was different. His lips moved against yours in a way that was hopeful, but sad, very much a kiss goodbye. His tongue slid against your bottom lip before pushing past your teeth and making out with you like his life depended on it. Your hands wound into his hair, his following suit. You both pulled away breathless, wrapping each other in a hug that was so tight you were sure you'd feel him the entire way to the Savior's compound.

"Time's up, Princess. A trade's a trade, and if you don't get in the truck, I'll bash Daryl's head in." Negan called, breaking you away from the comfort of Daryl's arms. With one more kiss, you turned to Negan, following him to the truck, He stuck you in the middle seat, draping Lucielle across your lap as he turned to bid farewell to Rick and the rest of Alexandria with a promise to return in a week. He then climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, squishing you between his hulking frame and the driver.

As the convoy of trucks rolled out past the gate, you couldn't help but watch as Alexandria grew smaller in the view of the side mirror. Negan's hand brushed your thigh as he leaned in to get close to your ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be a dream team before you know it."

[thewanderer-000]

"Coming Home"

Modern AU

Rae "Scarlett Knife" Little Flower Thompson rode down a long stretch of road humming her favorite song enjoying the new found freedom. She left "Club" life and rode away with its now fading marks, like any former member. Luckily she made a new friend Mary-Beth before leaving, her members all decided to live out on their Club leaders family ranch. They were now known for taking in others who were transitioning from living in "club" life. Rae had got lost out in the desert mountain area, she became somewhat distressed and pulled off the road stopping and parking her bike outside the small town bar. The sun would be setting in a few hours, she hated to be out in the middle of nowhere at dark. She decided to go ask the bar keep her whereabouts, luckily the bar keep was one of the former Van der Linde motorcycle club members. She said I wouldn't miss it if I drove here and there as she scolded some creep from trying to duck behind her bar.

"You try and step behind my bar again I'll skin you alive! Damn weirdos. Bill, get him out of here right now. Oh! But you shouldn't miss it, Rae. Dutch and 'em should be out in the field fixing some fences today. I hope they hire you, they need more strong women folk there" Karen said happily after the big burly guy named Bill tossed out the creepy drunk.

"I hope so too, thank you Karen" I left for the ranch immediately but I could have waited. As I drove there I was being followed by that drunk creep that was at Karen's. I drove fast on my Norton but he kept up and didn't let up, he bumped once then twice. I picked up speed but I couldn't go faster without possibly crashing to stop or a firey death. I turn instead of following my intended directions, I got a chance to finally catch my breath. Then like that I get bumped a little harder and fish tail it, the one time I didn't pack my firearm on my person. I didn't know what to do since he was on my ass again, I get some control but lose it in a moment as he bumped again then my chain broke. I act quickly since I've been in this same situation before, with a broken chain wrapping around I do my best to jump for side. I do my best to go to soft ground but come up a bit short and skid there and get a bit caught on something. I then roll up in it and I'm just thrashed, the weight of my helmet feels uneven my hands feel odd, most of me feels odd. A truck comes up fast and someone approached quickly, I see his cowboy silhouette and I can't push my helmet visor open for some reason.

"Oh, shit. Hey are you- conscious there baby" he says softly like he was calming down a wild animal as he knelt by me.

"Uh-, fuck. I am feeling thrashed but if you can see anything wrong I can't feel it, much. Please push my visor open, I think I'm tangled up in something" I say trying to sit up but just lay back then my knight in cowboy boots and faded jeans pushes my visor open. He looked calm and shh'd me from getting up, I didn't know how bad I looked but I assumed it was bad. I want to wipe the sweat from my face but obviously my right arm is caught on something.

"An ambulance is coming and so is my friend with some wire cutters" he said softly then another set of foot steps came over quickly.

"Oh shit, they okay Arthur" this voice said as he approached us cautiously. I cough and start to feel my hands, and a sensation of not being able to make a fist with either hand.

"She's good Charles, conscious, dazed and thrashed" Arthur said, I smile and lightly chuckled at that but felt an odd twinge, a familiar twinge that was a tell that I'm exactly that, thrashed. Maybe broken up in my ribs, I'd hate for that to be an injury.

"Maybe, we could take off my helmet, I wanna see how bad it is" I say but could hardly bring my right arm up without feeling it catch oddly, I use my left hand but it isn't any use.

"Sh, I'll get your helmet. Oh, ok" Arthur said and Charles made a noise but Arthur did as I wished. I don't know what to expect, besides blood, dirt and maybe roadrash. Probably a lot worse as well. I prop up enough on my left arm, and see the damage and I just lay back as I see little pools of deep red collecting. An ambulance siren whirs in the distance, I just lay there as Arthur and Charles freedom me from barbed wire that wasn't in bedded. They get done as the ambulance makes it, as soon as the EMTs get to checking and securing me I'm unconscious. It hurt so bad as the adrenaline fade, I couldn't help but cry then. I didn't remember too much, but Arthur was there at the hospital.

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Rae lay their bandaged up, stints on her fingers and arm, a neck brace, ivy and heart monitor attached to her. Poor Rae, I helped her since she didn't have much, though, Dutch sent his credit card and had Charles to deliver it. But I had already taken care of it after she was in the OR, luckily her backpack had her important papers and medical records. Then Charles took Dutch his card back 'em and Rae's stuff to Van der Linde Ranch. He texted, Tilly and Mary-Beth set her up and made a room up for her when she gets out of the hospital. Then a whining groan got my attention, she stirred.

"Hey, you. Where am I and what time is it?" I looked at her and was glad she woke up, I know the doctor said she should be awake soon but still with the amount of blood she lost. Thought she'd take a little longer, though I feel tired from the blood transfusion.

"More like, what day is it, you've been somewhat unconscious for a few days. Dutch van der Linde sends his regards, him and his partner Hosá Mathews couldn't be here so it's just me and you in the city for now. The hospital life flighted you to the nearest city hospital. I'm Arthur Morgan. The others had taken the liberty to get you settled in our business, since I've already taken care of your medical bills" I said to assure our new charge she is going to be taken care of, she looked like beat and probably felt worse not the first time. I've heard of her work, and I'd seen her fast acting in her wreck, poor woman. I feel bad about her bike, anyone who's ever owned a bike is super sad about their bike than their own life. And she inherited hers from her father.

"Awesome. Uh, what do I owe you?" Rae said like she had the cash on her right that second, much like a certain Marston.

"Don't worry about it darlin', just rest, you've been through enough this week" a doctor stepped in after a knock, I sat at her bedside to listen to the extent of her injuries.

"Good morning, Miss Thompson, I'm doctor Sawyer. Um, I'm afraid I've got some good and bad news for you and your supervisor. From the wreck you got roadrash, fractured and broken bones in your arms and hands. Two cracked ribs. Severe hematoma on various parts of your body, and on your sternum, cuts and scrapes. But the damage from tumbling into the barbed wire, ripped and torn skin and muscles in your right arm and hand. It when wrapped along your lower back and around your left leg it cut and tore, severing a few tendon in both left leg and one in your right arm. With time you'll be back to normal with physical therapy, you're mighty lucky your supervisor was a blood match. You wouldn't imagine how much blood we're going through since last month. Aside from that we got you stabilized from the second surgery. We may need to keep you for observations, you have any questions Miss Thompson?" Doctor Sawyer asked at the end, Rae sat looking at her scraped up helmet with melancholy in her eyes. She nodded no.

"Uh, no. I sure am going to miss my bike, I imagine it didn't survive the crash too pretty, like me?" I looked at her afraid that she was right, the picture Charles texted me was a crumpled heap.

"Yeah, about that Rae. Your bike is beyond totaled, I'm not going to let you see the pictures but it will be taken care of" she sighed looking at her injuries then lay her head back feeling the medication as the doctor put her dose in.

"This dose isn't as high but it's enough for the pain for now. The nurses will be in to change bandaging and bedding incase you bled through" I couldn't help but watch that doctor eye Rae, Mr. Nightingale best keep them manners in check. That good morning sounded too friendly.

"Well, you best get, it must be a very busy day for you doc" I say warding him off with my friendliest stern face, I wasn't sure if I had seen correctly but was she smiling there for a second. Rae and I waited for the nurses watching TV in her room. A soft shuffle padded to the door, and the door opened cautiously. An older nurse came in, she reminded me of Susan Grimshaw but as a nurse.

"Hello, I'm head nurse Merida Lopez. And we're here for Rae, if need be we'll have to lift you on to this gurney like thing to change the bandaging if-" she moved the blanket over and made a grim face, and like that she gestured for me to get over there.

"Think we'll need your assistance Mr. Morgan, take this gown so you won't get blood on yourself" I do as she says, the way she says "Mr. Morgan" made me alert, it was all too familiar. She calmly moved the covers back and looked over Rae with care.

"Bedding will also have to be changed" she said to the younger nurses that followed her in, she had me stand right by Rae to pick her up.

"This may hurt even on meds, ok dear. Take a breath and we'll get you settled, girls as soon as we move Rae you strip the bed and make it up. Ok lift her gently, Mr. Morgan" I brace myself if not for me but for Rae, she whimpered and put her face into me as I got her in my arms. I wouldn't the least bit bothered by injuries like this, I'd been in situations like this in my early years and probably 10 years back. Also helped other injured like this on the lamb and what not. I placed her on the "gurney", Mrs. Lopez took care in Rae immediately and had her gown untied before I sat her down. She was so swift and quick then a woman came and held Rae as I just as swiftly ushered out the door.

"Thank you Mr. Morgan, we'll open the door soon after we're done" I heard whimpering cries and gasps and the head nurse soothing Rae. That lasted a while, I felt for her, I honestly would have rather it was me. The door opened and the younger nurses came out pushing a laundry cart and bandage cart.

"Mr. Morgan" the head nurse Lopez called and had me pick up put Rae back.

"She'll be a little tired but feel free to go out, or to the cafeteria or gift shop. Have as good a day you two" Lopez said after we got her back in a clean bed, and me out of the scrubs, I nodded as she left. I went and sat with Rae a bit, wondering if I should step out for a bit now or later. I look at Rae to see she was just looking around the room, face puff from crying.

"Well, that fucking sucked" she said after a deep breath it was all she could do for the time being.

"And you'll be like this for a while and a bit longer, I've been in the same situation" she softly chuckle and winced at what I said.

"O'Driscolls?" Rae asked with an amused little smirk on her lips, I laughed myself, amused that tales of the Dutch and Colm blood feud was still being told.

"Yeah. This, that and other but O'Driscoll was definitely a problem for us" I say wondering what stories were being shared around the camp fire, and whom was sharing them stories. No doubt, I'd guess Uncle, but we haven't seen him in a long while, almost a few months or so.

"That and I'd seen pictures, last year this old fart, charming but always seemed to be in some sort of trouble. But that's actually how I met Mary-Beth, she asked for help and luckily it was one of my own that had him. He was lucky, Old Mah found him handsome" Rae said and scratched her nose, I wonder if that was the time we were on a cattle run. I had to ask.

"So about the old fart, what kinda pictures did the old fart show you?" I was curious as to what he showed, knowing Uncle it was illegal, inappropriate or embarrassing. Or all of the above, good times.

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Rae stayed at the hospital till it was okay for her to be released, and had an assigned nurse for her bandage dressing. Especially since a few injuries had needed some extra care, Rae was also learning how to care for them herself. She was so happy, it was fun and interesting to watch the nurse clean and dress her wounds. Much like watching her father fix his bike and any other vehicles, Rae had watch with fascination. Arthur would watch as well when he was there, they'd both ask the nurse questions. It was always her second favorite thing to watch.

"OK, carry me out muscles" I say to Arthur after the nurse said that I was ok to leave since Arthur took care of my other things. He chuckled at me and carried me out to the car, I honestly was hoping he'd just fly, like Superman. Days in hospital room with no one but Arthur sometimes was good, definitely had a crush on 'im, I think he felt the same hard to say at the moment.

"Your chariot awaits, ma'lady. Let's get you to the ranch. Officially" Arthur teased as he and Charles got me in the SUV. Once in the car Arthur handed me, my medicine.

"We'll stop at a restaurant so you can take those with food" I don't argue, normally I would, I'm stubborn like that sometimes but today I was glad to be out of there. I remember seeing cats, it was a little daunting but I did lose quite a bit of blood. I don't think those cats were actually there though.

"Finally, and we can eat something that's not served with plastic utensils" both men laugh, we get to a place with barbecue I eat what I can but once the pills hit I'm tired and ready to go before I pass out. I wake up to the ignition turning off later in the afternoon.

"OK, Charles grab Scars things and I'll take her up to her bed" I hear Arthur's voice and feel the rumble as I absent-mindedly cuddle up to him, I remember the night I broke down and whine feeling vulnerable but it subsided as he whisper it was ok. It was good to be out of the hospital now. He put me in my bed gently and set my a phone on the night stand.

[enderpearlgirl1005]

Secret Walker Mission

Chapter 1 Coming Down

A man ran as fast as his legs could carry him to a fenced off road with military guards and trucks on the other side. A guard noticed the man racing at them and he opened the gate with his gun out and pointing to the man.

"STOP RIGHT THEIR OR I'LL BE FORCED TO SHOT!" The guard screamed in a demanding voice.

"Don't! I'm alive!" The man called out with his hands in the air.

He slowed down to a walk before stopping entirely to catch his breath as he had been running for who knows how long. The man had a blue tank top, red running shoes, gray shorts, and a prosthetic arm; a scar also ran over one of his eye brows as well.

"Where did you come from?" The guard asked as he used a thermometer to check the man's vitals.

"I was in the Grand Prix and staying at the Beverly Hills hotel." The man explained, still out of breath.

"That's gotta be on the other side of the city, did you run all the way here, past them?" The guard asked as he pointed behind the man with his gun.

The man looked back and saw several figures sprinting to the gate at a rapid pace while letting out monstrous shreeks and roars.

"They couldn't catch up with me, I'm just too fast." the man explained as he walked into the fenced off area while the guards all ran to the entrance of the gate and started shooting down the figures.

Meanwhile in a casino another man came out of his hotel room with a doctor's outfit on. He swiped up a tag that had "Love you big bro" written on it in pink with little hearts on the rest of it.

"Dont worry little sis, I'm coming!" The man declared. He then saw a med kit that was in his room, thinking fast he picked it up before running out of the building. He ran to the evac point that was nearby and declared to be a doctor to get in and get the hell out of the area.

In another point of the evac center a woman in a black goth dress with black spiked boots, black gloves, and black hair put up in a braided bum was waiting in line with other survivors. Suddenly another woman pushed past everyone else in line and in the distraction the lady in the black dress managed to snap a photo of another person's digital ticket.

She then looked at the lady who pushed past the others as they all cursed her out annoyed with her. However the lady didn't bother and before the guard who was checking them out could say anything to her she pulled out a badge and showed it to him.

"Ah go on a head ma'am, it's an honor to see you here." The guard said after seeing the badge.

"I bet, this plague is soon gonna be wiped off the face of the earth." The woman said as she went in.

The goth lady didn't pay much mind to that as she only cared about getting to a safe place right then and there. So when it was her turn she showed the guard the info she stole and he scanned it. Much to her relief it was accepted and he allowed her in.

"Better get a move on, it's only the calm before the storm." The woman advised as she went in.

Some time later a man was driving a race car right next to the plane that all the survivors were getting on. He stopped it and hopped out, he had an orange racing suit on and he smiled when he saw the place.

"Wow this place is getting full, better get a seat before they're all taken." The man said as he tossed the keys to his car at a guard who caught them.

After he and some other survivors got on an earthquake hit, causing the plane to slide a little and the staircase that the other passengers were on to roll away a bit.

"Shit! Not a quake now!" A guard complained angrily. He then got a transmission on his walkie talkie and the person on the other end started explaining what was happening.

"The walls collapsed because of the quake! Walkers are starting to pore in! Get the hell out now if you want the survivors to remain as such!" The person on the other end of the walkie talkie blurted out.

The guard then slammed the door shut even though there were other survivors still on the staircase. However he knew there wasn't enough time to get them inside before the walkers got to the plane.

"Pilot! Get this in the air and get us out of here!" The Guard commanded in a demanding tone.

"On it! Passengers prepare for take off!" The pilot announced as she got the plane to start flying.

Meanwhile outside the plane on one of the wheels a stunt woman looked down as the plane flew up across the city that despite the current situation was still well lit up. She wore a pink crop top, a blue sleeveless over coat, magenta shorts with a chain belt, black and dark blue stockings, with silver colored boots. She then climbed into the plane via the wheel before it was closed up. Once inside she started looking for a way up into the main cockpit with the other survivors.

Inside the luggage compartment a man kicked open a big suitcase that he was hiding in before climbing out of it. He groaned as he got out and landed on the cold floor; standing up the man stretched his limbs as he'd been in that thing for a while. The man had tattoos, a sleeveless leather jacket, dreadlocks, sunglasses, leather boots, black pants, and brown gloves.

"Ugh, I really hope there's food on this flight, I'm starving!" The man said as he also looked around for a way up with the other survivors.

The stunt woman and the man soon meet up at a ladder that leads up to the main cockpit with the other survivors.

"Oh hey their hot cakes, where's your ticket?" The man asked flirting with the woman.

"Hmm, sorry I lost it in the panic." The woman said as she blew a bubble with some gum she was chewing on.

"If you got some more of that gum it will do." The man said.

"Why of course, here take some." The woman said as she pulled out a box that still had some gum in it.

The man took out a piece, took it out of the wrapper, and began to chew on it. The two then went up the ladder and saw other survivors celebrating their escape and how they were all still alive. As the two were walking past they overheard the strange woman talking to someone. They looked and saw her looking out the window with her hand on her ear.

"Yes I have it... understood I'm on my way... no h-he's dead... they're all still at large... affirmative I'll start as soon as I'm finished... see you then." The woman said, ending her call.

"Huh, wonder who she was talking to?" The man asked.

"I don't know but-" The woman was saying when she was cut off by someone screaming.

Everyone looked to where the screams were coming from and were horrified to see one of the passengers had turned and bitten another one. They all went into a panic and the pilot reported the situation to the authorities the moment they realized what was going on. As a result a missile was immediately fired at the plane to keep the infection out from the rest of the world.

Those who were still alive held on to whatever they could as the missile collided with the plane blowing off a huge hole in the side of it. Some passengers who were still alive had gotten sucked out, but thankfully the infected were also sucked out. However in a matter of seconds the plane crashed to the ground breaking apart and killing or injuring a few other survivors.

Some time had passed before the running man woke up to a terrible throbbing in his head. He felt like his brain was swelling up and putting pressure on his skull. He looked around as much as he could, as he didn't want to make his head hurt anymore. He was in a part of the cargo that was hit by the missile based on the hole he was under. Some parts of luggage were still on the carriers and some of the earth was scorched and upturned.

"Oh god dammit! Just when I thought I was able to ditch this hell hole." The man groaned as he got up.

"Hey! You're human!" He heard a woman ask.

He looked and saw the lady with black hair and dress standing not too far away from him with a medal scrap in her hands.

Yeah! Don't worry! I'm alive and not infected!" The man blurted out as he feared she was about to beat him with that scrap.

"Okay, I'm Jenifer by the way." Jenifer explained as she lowered her weapon.

"Nice to meet you, call me Kevin." Kevin said introducing himself as he reached out a hand hoping Jenifer would shake it.

"I'm not shaking hands with someone I don't know. Earn my trust then I'll shake your hand." Jenifer bluntly told him.

"Alright, alright, I understand." Kevin said as he got up.

He looked at himself and aside from some cuts he was lucky that he didn't have any serious injuries. He did have a slight throbbing in his hip but he decided he'll worry about that once he's somewhere safe.

"You alright Jenifer?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, I did get smacked in the face by someone's case, but aside from some sores and a split lip, I'm feeling mostly alright." Jenifer explained.

"Okay, we should go out and see if anyone else is still alive." Kevin suggested

"Sure I cant trust people that well, but anyone who's not a walker I can try to get along with." Jenifer said as she started walking around.

The two searched through the broken plain for a bit and soon came across four other survivors. One of them was the man in the doctor's outfit, the race car driver, the stunt woman, and the man with the tattoos.

"Hey! You are all human!?" Kevin called out getting their attention.

"Yeah we're good! I'm Leha! By the way!" The stunt woman called out.

"And I'm Ray! And I'm alive as well!" The man in the doctor's outfit yelled out.

"Call me Aaron! And I'm not infected myself!" Aaron the tattooed man called out.

"I'm Sean! And I'm well and healthy! So don't worry I'm alright!" Sean called out.

"Good! Cause if any of you were then I would've killed you on the spot!" Jenifer threateningly declared.

Her and Kevin then jumped down from where they were and joined up with the others.

"Damn, just when you thought you were going to get out alive. Now what do we do?" Leha asked as she looked around the place and their current situation.

"Why are you asking me? I'm not a guard or anything, just a waitress who had to steal the info of someone else just to get the fuck out of this place!" Jenifer angrily explained while waving her scrap around in the air.

"Hey! Let's not yell at each other alright? We're all tired and hungry, we just need to find a safe place to hold up with food and shelter till we can get help." Ray explained.

"Normally I wouldn't listen to someone who wasn't a part of my gang, but considering that they're all dead I guess I could consider you all my new gain till further notice." Aaron explained.

"Good to know you're willing to listen." Sean said.

Just then the group heard someone groaning in clear pain from under some scrap. They all went over to where they heard the sounds and saw a woman's head sticking out from some scrap she was buried in. Aaron looked at her and noticed she was the same woman he and Leha had seen talking to someone earlier.

"Is she infected?" Jenifer asked, holding the scrap tightly in her grip so much that her knuckles were popping out of her hand.

"Someone help me get this stuff off of her and I'll cheek!" Aaron called out.

Kevin and Ray walked up and helped Aaron lift some of the scraps and broken material off the woman. With the three of them working together they were able to lift everything off of her. Aaron pulled her out of where she was and the whole group was able to get a better look at her condition.

They saw that she was wearing a beautiful white long dress, or it at least still out beautiful without all the rips, tares, and blood stains on it. She had lightly tanned skin with some lines visible from a bathing suit on the exposed parts of her shoulders and back. Her hair seemingly used to be up in a french braid but now had fallen out and some remains of what were once hair pics and clips could still be seen in her hair. The woman's arms had some visible cuts on them and a big gash was on her head bleeding badly. Some long cuts where on her left leg thankfully it wasn't big or deep enough to need stitches, just some medicine and bandages would do.

"Dam she got fucked up... and that dress looked so pretty." Leha said as she looked at the now ruined dress.

"Dam looks like we'll need to get her somewhere to be patched up safely." Kiven said as he observed the injuries.

"Well thankfully we have a doctor, right Ray?" Jenifer asked.

"Um... well I uh..." Ray was trying to explain but couldn't get the words out.

"Oh what? You're not a doctor?" Jenifer asked sarcastically.

"Um.. no I'm not I was pretending to so I could get out of here and find my little sister. I'm really just a clothing designer, nothing big, just stuff for restaurant themes mainly for strippers." Ray explained.

"OH FUCKING GREAT! So we got a fake doctor who makes the kinds of stripper outfits I had to wear at my job just to Fucking eat!" Jenifer screamed angrily.

"Wowow! Listen! Lets not flip okay! Now listen we need to find a place to hold up with medical supplies! I've seen the paramedics at my race courses patch up racers who'd crashed a million times and I had taken some emergency care lessons so I might be able to do the job and fix her up!" Sean explained trying to pacify Jenifer.

"Well if you do know that! Then let's get going, I have a feeling that some walkers are charging at us because of the commotion the plane made while crashing." Jenifer explained.

"I agree with her, I shed too much blood just to die now. I planned on getting out of here with my life and I intend on living!" Aaron explained.

"And I didn't run halfway across the whole damn city avoiding walkers just to die now!" Kevin stated.

The rest of the group all agreed to get out before more trouble arrived to eat their face. However before Aaron could grab the woman Jenifer lightly pushed him out of the way and kneeled down to her. She grabbed onto the base of her own dress and tore a long piece off. Using the fabric she tore off Jenifer grabbed onto another medial scrap, wrapped it around the scrap, put it in the woman's mouth, and finally tied it to the back of her head tightly.

"Um hey what's that for?" Leha asked, confused by Jenifers actions.

"Incase she is infected and turns it'll prevent her from biting any of us." Jenifer explained.

"Aww you looking out for us?" Aaron asked in a teasing tone.

"Don't get any ideas! I just did that so I wouldn't die! I've worked too hard throughout my life just to die now!" Jenifer snapped.

Aaron backed up and Jenifer scoffed before she got up and walked away from the strange woman. Aaron then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder; the group then started making their way out of the crash sight. The roars of walkers could be heard in the distance so they quickened up their pace in order to get away faster.

Running through the destroyed area they were soon able to get away from the crash and onto a dirt road that led into the now destroyed city the sun seemingly now rising bringing light on LA now reduced to rubble and walkers. Without much choice the group ran into the city despite it crawling with walkers they didn't know where else they could go currently. Racing for their lives the group ran into the suburban area of the city that isn't too far away from the beach and had plenty of abandoned houses. They went inside a random house and thankfully there weren't any signs of walkers inside the place.

"Alright Sean, you patch up that lady, Aaron you and Kiven look around for any weapons, Leha and Ray look and see if there's any food here. I'll keep an eye out for any walkers." Jenifer explained.

"I'm up for finding a weapon that'll allow me to bash in the skull of the walkers who took my gang from me." Aaron stated firmly as he sat the woman down on a table in the kitchen.

After setting her down he and Kevin explore the house looking around for any weapons they could use. Sean meanwhile looked around the house and thankfully found a med kit in the first floor bathroom that was sitting next to the living room. With the med kit in hand he started patching up the woman's wounds hoping she'd wake up soon. Leha started rummaging through the fridge and cabinets for any food. She was able to find some food, some was expired so she threw it out of the kitchen window, while others were thankful it was still good to eat. Ray had even found some energy drinks and water for them to drink which was great for them all.

After half an hour Sean was finished patching up the woman and she was now on the couch still unconscious. The others had all gathered up in the living room munching on the good food and discussing what to do next.

"Alright so the plane was a good plan, till there was an infection on it which caused it to be shot down." Kevin explained recalling the current events.

"Yeah so unless any of you know how the hell to drive a boat or fly a helicopter then I don't see any other way for us to get out of this city." Aaron said.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious! Ugh! I cant believe I'm gonna die in the same fucking city I had to work as a stripper in for three damn years! I would've been better off with my idiotic foster family!" Jenifer complained slightly tipsy as she had gotten her hands on some wine and had half the bottle already.

Leha slowly took the wine out of Jennifer's hand and sat it next to her while saying "I think you had enough already. If we get attacked we're gonna need to be sober."

"Just let me be drunk! It's not the worst way to go out." Jenifer said her voice sounded a bit slurred.

Jenifer tries to grab the wine bottle but stops when a grone comes out of the strange woman. The group looked and saw she was stirring in her sleep, indicating she was waking up. The woman soon opened her eyes, groaning as she was in some mild pain, and rubbing her head.

"Ugh... w-whats going on?" The woman asked weakly.

"Hey, you alright." Kevin gently asked as he got closer to her. The woman looked over to him and observed his face for a bit, she then looked to everyone else and observed them as well.

"W-Who are all of you?" The woman asked.

"I'm Kevin, this is Sean, Aaron, Ray, Jenifer, and Leha." Kevin explained introducing everyone and himself.

"Ugh, N-nice to meet you all. Oh my head hurts... um... do any of you live here?" The woman asked as she looked around the place.

"No none of us live here, we're just hiding out till we can find a way out of the city." Sean explained.

"W-Why? What's going on in the city?" The woman asked, confused by what they were saying.

"Are you joking? The thing that's been happening for almost a month now! The very thing that has turned LA into even more of a hell hole than it already was!" Jenifer claimed still tipsy and clearly annoyed.

"Um... what's that again?" The woman asked, still very confused.

"Well um, that's not important right now. Let's just say we found you injured after the plane we were on crashed so we brought you here and patched you up." Leha explained.

"Yeah and now that you're awake, why don't you tell us your name." Ray suggested.

"Alright my name is... My name is... Um it's uhh." The woman was trying to say but it was like she couldn't.

"Hey you alright miss?" Kevin asked as he noticed the woman struggling.

"I-I don't remember my name... I-I don't remember anything! It's all blank! I-I CAN'T REMEMBER!" The woman screamed as she began to freak out as she realized all her memories were gone.

"Oh shit! She must've hit her head harder than we thought if her memories are gone." Sean said as he realized that the woman's injuries are more serious than they originally thought.

"Okay! Memory loss that's bad, so I guess we'll need to give you a temporary name till you can remember your real one." Aaron suggested.

"Uh Y-Yeah I think I can go for that till I can regain my memories." The woman said.

"Okay so why don't we call you Rachile then?" Ray suggested.

"I guess that will work for now." Rachile said, accepting the temporary name.

"Alright now we just need to discuss a plan of action." Kevin said as she sat back in his original spot.

The group then began talking about any possible way out of the city, while Rachile thought over things. She couldn't remember where she was, who she was, or what was even going on. She did hope that she would get her answers along with her memories soon, as she didnt know why but she just had this feeling that she was needed somewhere else.

[leejeann]

oh no I heard that one part of that Billie Eilish song that’s basically just “what if this tiny detail about that accident different, would you be dead now?” and now I’m having a vaguely existential moment at 6am

[echo-three-one]

Run run run....

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Going Dark - Part 2

John "Soap" MacTavish

London, United Kingdom

Soap never knew that the bloody guy would pull that trick off his sleeve. He's been sick of the same ringing he first experienced when they went out with Francine.

So he did what he could and quickly got up to his feet as soon as he saw Alex attempt to halt the hostage on his tracks. That bastard's going to pay for stomping on Alex like that.

With comms down once again, he had to act fast, stomping down the stairs, never leaving sight of the runner. He could sense someone following him and assumed it's any of Roach, Price or Jack. And it looked like Ghost caught wind of what happened too.

"Oi! Let's flank him!" Soap roared across the empty streets as Ghost and Roach split ways and ran toward their target.

They're not kidding when they said the Shadow Company is at par with the 141, the guy ran like a horse which Soap never expected from his build. He could see Ghost and Roach sprinting from his sides, one wrong turn and he's done for, but he still had one last trick. 

He raced to the emergency stairs as his heavy feet clanged against the metal. Soap followed, optimizing the steps on edges to gain on him. Going up the rooftops was his biggest mistake.

"Bollocks, he's still running!" he announced as he felt his ears crackling. 

"Well…. st….by…. do….airs.." His earpiece crackled through the static. It's recovering but they're already far off MacMillan's truck where their line connected.

He leaped. Soap almost stopped in his tracks as the runner courageously leapt across the huge gap and rolled on to the next building. He braced himself and continued dashing across the roof and did a mighty leap, his arms circled like he was swimming and he carefully placed his feet to perform a proper land and rolled.

That's going to hurt as soon as the adrenaline fades, but he quickly got up and made use of his remaining burst of energy. 

The runner stopped in his tracks as soon as Roach emerged from the opposite fire escape, raising a pistol pointed straight at him as he raised his hand in surrender.

"Nowhere to run now." Roach said, cautiously walking near him. He's aware that his phone is still inside his pocket and that they had no idea when it'll go off again.

He didn't talk, but he looked panicked. He was sweating all over and his face was beyond recognizable. It looked like he's out of options.

"Tell us Where Shepherd is…" Gary pointed the loaded gun on his head, the desperation in Gary's eyes were obvious.

"There's an abandoned plane graveyard near Afghanistan…" he whimpered. His voice was shaky enough to warrant the truth.

"What's he doing there?" Soap added.

"He's trading the blueprints for the I.P. Address… Please that's all I know" he begged and they quickly left the place, walking back to MacMillan's car.

"You got something?" Ghost asked as soon as Roach's feet landed on the dark alley.

"A place. In Afghanistan." Roach answered.

"And he also had the I.P. Address.." Soap added.

"But that's impossible… didn't Samantha already forget about it?" Ghost asked but there was a quiet pause. Their brains almost looked like working together.

"Holy Crap." Roach finally broke the silence.

And from that moment they realized the other reason behind Samantha's memory returning. One way or another, her memories were once again toyed with.

~

"So how was it?" Price asked the team that ran off to chase the runner.

"We got an address. An abandoned plane yard in Afghanistan." Roach replied. Soap turned to Alex as he sat at the back of the jeep tending to his wound. 

"You okay mate?" he asked walking close to his ally, who was wincing in pain.

"The guy's boots are heavy." He chuckled and so did Soap.

"Listen, Alex. We heard that Shepherd has the I P. address, did Samantha tell you anything about remembering it?" Soap asked as the whole team fell silent and turned to the two.

"Not really. What's bothered me is that she remembers everything except after when Shepherd explained his plans to her… Could it be that…" Alex trailed.

"She remembered because they undid their operation on her…" Jack continued. The whole group stood in silence. 

Price's phone rang and delivered them with more bad news. It looked like while chasing the runner, Shepherd had caught wind of their activity and had some of London police scour the nearby streets for them.

"Da, It's time to go, my comrades." Nikolai announced as soon as Price relayed the message. Their ride home was compromised.

"Where to?" He asked.

"I know a place." Soap said.

TRAIN STATION

It looked like Soap's hunch was right. None of the people onboard to Scotland mind about the faces of the fugitives flashed on the news recently. 

Their day packs had reserved clothes and they opted to change to something more civilian. Soap could smell the fabric conditioner France used to wash his newly bought clothes and couldn't help but miss her. If they weren't on a rush, Soap could've topped up for international calls.

"How long is this trip? 7 hours?" Price asked a civilian with surprised expressions.

"Wow. It's like a plane ride, but I'm still in the same country!" Jack cackled at the idea. He does have a different sense of humor. Just as Alex described him.

The rest of the team took this time to rest, they sat on the emptiest part of the train, away from the people that might recognize them and report their presence.

"I've contacted Samantha. It looks like they're having a small problem over there." Alex said.

"Someone saw one of us fugitives and tried to get inside the house to claim his bounty. At first they just talked him off but he's persistent now. So they decided to fly to our location and regroup there. And Soap, where exactly are we going?" Alex asked. Soap took a careful look around his team and felt nervous about his decision.

"Our old house. In Scotland. It's far off civilization. I think no one would look for us there." he muttered, gaining a nod from Price and Jack. Soap sighed in relief as soon as they thought of it as a good idea. Roach actually felt excited despite having to go there by train for seven hours. He immediately made that decision a few minutes ago without anyone's approval, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Hey, you three… Thanks for chasing that runner while we were out. Go catch some sleep. We'll watch over this train. It's going to be a long trip." Price nudged and Jack nodded. Soap gave a pair of earbuds to Price, the old man immediately looked at him with question.

"What's this? A hearing aid?" Price asked.

"Our runner wore that so it might be the reason he wasn't affected by his own blast." He muttered before crossing his arms.

"Thanks, mate. I'll let someone have a look at this." Price nodded and Jack immediately inserted with a suggestion.

"I know someone near Glasgow. A close friend of mine." 

"That's great. He's closer." Price agreed and Soap slowly drifted himself asleep, trying to rest his tired legs all while also trying not to worry about Francine.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND

The never shifting scenery of the road home sent John MacTavish into a little nostalgia trip. The sound of trains screeching across the station reminded him of so many things from the past.  The road they're walking along now was the same road he's walked on everyday of his life, and now after a lot of years, he can't believe he's back.

"I don't see anything nearby,  are you sure we're not lost Soap?" Roach asked.

"We aren't. The house is just obstructed by the trees. They've grown taller since I last left." he replied enthusiastically. He looked obviously excited to see his home.

As soon as they reached the short curve, a huge cream-painted house greeted them from the distance. He could hear Alex and Roach's collective oohs and aahs every step they took closer.

"When you said old, I was really expecting it to be abandoned." Roach mused.

"It is, actually. My parents are off… somewhere else." he replied leading the way inside the house. The pool was already dirty and most weeds already outgrew the fences.

Soap pushed the huge wooden double door open and was greeted by the same visage of their entrance way back when he was a kid. Same pictures hung on the walls of his adventures as a kid up to the recent photo of his graduation. His mom was always proud of him no matter what, but he couldn't forget the way she looked at him once he chose to enlist to the riskiest job ever.

The rest of the team helped themselves to discovering the inside of the house, looking at photos, sitting on the couches and grabbing a glass of water. Soap quickly gave them a tour of the house and that they're free to pick a guest room of their choice. It was appropriate that they'd feel comfortable after a tough day.

"Nice place you got here, comrade. Why'd you give this all up for a life that's always hanging on the ledge?" Nikolai asked, tapping his shoulder. 

"I don't even know." he muttered and Nikolai chuckled, making his way to the living room. The team was quick to adapt to the place. Roach and Ghost already chose their rooms and he assumed they already attempted to recover while the three older men gathered around the television and watched the news. Alex was by the telephone, probably contacting Samantha. He wanted to check on France himself, so he planned to go to his room and make a call.

"The New York attack stopped." Price discussed with Nikolai and Jack, the three began speculating about a lot of things. Soap would love to join in the conversation but he decided to update on Francine first.

His room looked the same as when he left, the same shade of blue wallpaper, the same color sheets that were changed weekly and the same things on top of his bedside drawer.

Dialing her number, which he subconsciously memorized, he immediately placed the receiver on his ear and anxiously waited for her to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" her voice sounded different over the phone, but it still sent shivers across his spine as soon as he heard it.

"Hey. It's me." he replied.

"Angelo?" she asked, her voice almost sounded like she's fighting herself not to laugh.

"It's John." 

"I know, silly. Who would mistake you for anyone else with that accent." she retorted.

"Do ya like it?" he teased, making sure he emphasized his Scottish accent well.

"Why'd you call?" She changed the topic. She wasn't budging on his teasing, but he knew she's already blushing on the other side of the line.

"Did Price give you the landing coordinates?" he asked.

"Yeah. Maxine looked it up on the map. It looks like a shady house in the middle of nowhere. Who are you?" she joked.

"Great. I'll see you here. I-" he hesitated. He wanted to tell her how much he misses her. But even with his oozing confidence, he felt like chickening out this time.

"Yeah. We're on our way. Take care out there John." She said and dropped the call. Soap sighed and plopped himself on his bed, deeply sighing at his actions. This girl was making him crazy… and the funny thing is he's all fine with it.

Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 3

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Passing Cars. | Joe Liebgott

as requested by lia_hale_ on wattpad

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pairing: n/a

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synopsis: easy goes to liberate the women’s camp in landsberg.

a/n: she had requested a fic based upon the liberation of the landsberg camps in episode 9. this fic is entirely in liebgott’s pov. in no way, shape, or form am i belittling the experiences of the men. i’ll never know what impact finding those camps had on them.

i’m sorry in advance if this has offended anyone. any thoughts or feedback would be much appreciated. ++ i used almost all my german for this fic plus some help from my dad, so sorry if i butchered anything or got stuff wrong. i’m not fluent 😓 

i hope you enjoy this one! thank you for reading.

i mean no disrespect to the real joseph liebgott. this is all purely based on ross mccall’s portrayal of him in band of brothers.

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***

Laying on a mattress that felt like clouds, your had your hands over your head to cover your eyes. “Germany might just be the best fuckin’ place we’ve ever been to,” you mumbled, nearly choking on the cigarette between your teeth, “No snow, no Krauts. Hitler shoulda shot himself ages ago.”

David looked up at you from the notebook in his hands, shrugging, “It really is, but there’s something definitely wrong about this place.”

“Aw, shit Web” you replied, tossing your helmet at him, “You’re just jumpy. We’ve had the best food we’ve eaten in months here.” David caught your helmet and set it beside him, ignoring your comments.

Returning to his notebook, you rolled your eyes at him and lay back down on your bed.

Suddenly, “Joe, Web,” a voice called, breathless, and you looked up to see Frank, “You two better get out here. We found something in the woods, and it’s crazy.”

David looked at you, an I-told-you-so look on his face, but the look on Frank’s meant it was serious. “What is it?” you asked as David handed you your helmet, and you flicked the cigarette to the floor.

“I,” Frank paused, trying to catch his breath, “I’m gonna be honest, I got no clue.”

***

When Frank said they had found something in the woods, what you saw was the furthest from what you had imagined. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and the first thing that hit all of you was the smell. What in heaven’s name happened here? You understood now why Frank was so jumpy. Turning to look at him, he had a terrified look on his face. In fact, everyone had it on their face.

You turned away, walking back slowly to the truck. All the men were gathered up in front of the gates, and on the other side, prisoners faced them, clinging to the gate like their lives depended on it. Prisoners? Was this a prisoner camp?

“Liebgott,” Lipton called for you, “Major needs you up front, right now.” You bit your lip and jogged towards Major Winters who was trying to speak to one of the prisoners. You began talking to the man, his frail form trembling in front of you.

“Was ist das für ein Camp?” you asked him, What kind of camp is this? The man responded with a word you didn’t know— Unerwunscht. “Unwanted, disliked maybe?” you said to Major Winters, whose eyebrows were furrowed.

“Criminals?” Major winters asked, and you asked the man in front of you in return.

“No,” you translated as the man spoke, “Doctors, musicians. Tailors, clerks. Farmers, intellectuals. I mean, normal people.”

“Juden,” the man cried, “Juden.” And your heart started beating in your ears, the air escaping your lungs.

“They’re Jews,” you mumble, fighting the thoughts that clouded in your head, “Poles and gypsies.” The man turned to the east, and pointed towards beyond the fence.

“Liebgott?” Major Winters asked, looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, biting down on your lip to control your emotions, “The women’s camp is at the next railroad stop.”

You stood there briefly, watching helplessly as the man knelt and cradled a body on the ground, cries escaping his lips. I can’t take this, you thought, quickly turned, heading back to the truck.

Crouched down behind the truck, your head in your hands, you wondered to yourself, What was so wrong with who they were? What was so wrong with who you were?

***

At the women’s camp, you never expected it to be worse. Again, the smell was overbearing, but your heart hurt so much you couldn’t move. You had cried in the truck on the way here, the men holding onto you so tightly, reminding you where you were.

“Hey, Web,” you said quietly, nudging him with the butt of your gun, your voice still hoarse, “I take back what I said. Germany is the fuckin’ worst.” David didn't say anything in response, and instead squeezed your shoulders tightly.

Stepping in, you nearly dropped your gun, your hands trembling. Women clung to you and all the other men as they swung open the gates, tears threatening to fall from your eyes again.

I can’t breathe, you thought to yourself, as thin hands gripped onto yours, and sobs filled the air. Major Winters spotted you, saw the look on your face, and instead called for Webster to translate. You gulped, prayed a silent thank you, quickly turning and walking away from everyone else.

Taking out a cigarette, you cried softly, your shoulders shaking. You couldn’t understand what was happening. Where the hell were you? We weren’t too far from the town. Why didn’t anyone say anything?

Suddenly, you heard a whimper from below you, and you looked down to see a young girl, her back against one of the huts. Her small frame was shivering in fear.

You tried approaching her slowly, crouching down to be eye level with her, but she quickly crawled away, fear taking hold of her body. The young girl grabbed at the ground and sobbed, shaking her head rapidly.

“Fuck,” you yelled, and she shuddered at the sound of your voice, startled. You bit down on your knuckles and released a whimpered cry, running a hand through your hair. At that, she stopped, and although her hands were bloody, she was no longer crying.

You sat across from her, a considerable amount of space between the two of you. She watched you lower yourself to the ground, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes still wet. “Warum bist du hier?” Why are you here? you asked softly, raising both your hands to show her you weren’t holding anything.

The small girl didn’t reply at first, watching you cautiously, and you realised then how pale she was. You took out your canteen, poured a little water on the ground to show her, then slid it across the grass. She grabbed it so quickly it surprised you, and she hurriedly took in big gulps.

“Mama sagt, es ist, weil ich ein Jude bin,” was all she replied, wiping her mouth with her scarred arm. Mama says it’s because I’m a Jew.

“Du bist?” You are? you said, trying to plaster a fake smile on your face, “Ich bin auch.” I am too. The tremble in your voice had given away your facade.

She tilted her head at this and gently put down the now empty canteen. “Warum bist du dann in Uniform?” she answered, wiping her hands on her torn up shirt. Then why are you in uniform?

You stood, believing you had earned her trust, but at your movement, she once again began crying, crawling further from you. “Bitte verletz mich nicht,” she begged, her hands balled up into fists, her fingernails digging into her skin. Please don’t hurt me.

Standing above her, only then did you notice the bruises on her legs and around her neck. You shut your eyes tightly, taking deep breaths, and once again you backed away.

“Wie alt sind Sie?” How old are you? you asked, trying to steady your shaky voice, “Ich were rich night verletzen.” I’m not going to hurt you. You didn’t sit this time, anger clouding your brain.

“Ich bin elf,” she whispered, “Bitte nicht.” She was eleven, and you cursed under your breath. At eleven, you were throwing eggs at passing cars. At eleven, you were drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. But here she was, at eleven, begging you not to hurt her.

“I’m American,” you whispered softly to her in English, in hopes she would understand. Thankfully, she did, and the young girl slowly opened her eyes, allowing you to sit by her. Taking out bread from your bag, you handed it to her, and she devoured it hungrily.

As she ate beside you, you leaned your back on the hut she was perched by and watched as all the other women were being fed slowly.

“Ich möchte, dass du rich erinnerst,” I want you to remember, you said to her, and she looked at you with wide eyes, the bread in her hands already finished, “Es ist nichts falsch mit der Person, die du bist.” There is nothing wrong with the person you are. The young girl nodded slowly, and you stood, extending your arm to help her up.

As you both walked back towards the other women, hand-in-hand, you now fully understood the meaning behind all the sacrifice, the bloodshed, and the tears. You looked down at her, her hand still tightly wrapped around yours, so small and fragile, and yet so strong. She looked up at you and smiled. Despite everything, she still smiled.

Soon, she would be back to drawing with chalk on sidewalks, and throwing eggs at passing cars. And you were glad she could raise hell.

Countless men have lost their lives for that very reason.

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Holiday prompt: dreamcatcher sua/reader (gender neutral+slightly older than sua), list 5: 3. You don't realize I can see over the fence to watch you make snow angels like you're 5 years old & 4. I work at the Christmas tree lot and you just had to pick the heaviest tree there didn't you (hopefully this request won't be as difficult to write lol)

Dreamcatcher’s SuA / Holiday Prompts

3. You don’t realize I can see over the fence to watch you make snow angels like you’re five years old au + 4. I work at the Christmas tree lot and you just had to pick the heaviest tree there didn’t you au

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A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind! Disclaimer: I’m allergic to trees and I’ve never been able to get a real Christmas tree, so I have no idea how these lots work. I’m just winging it.

Working at one of the many temporary Christmas tree lots was always interesting. You never had a dull day, since people would shop for trees up until Christmas day, and you saw all sorts of interesting things happen. Nothing really surprised you anymore. But this... this was new.

You stared, watching from the top of a little hill in the lot as a woman on the other side of the fence fell back into the snow. At first, you’d been afraid that something was wrong. But then the woman had started moving her arms and legs, and you’d realized that she was making snow angels. A grown woman. Alone. Making snow angels. In public outside a Christmas tree lot.

For some reason, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. Once she finished one, she would stand up, move over, fall back into the snow, and make another one. Why she was excitedly making snow angels like a kid, you didn’t know. But it was mesmerizing to watch. As you watched, you wondered if she knew you could see her, or if she was even going to come in to buy a tree. It seemed like she didn’t care at all what people thought of her, though. And you admired that.

Eventually, she stood up, dusted herself off, and walked towards the entrance, and you snapped out of it, quickly running down towards the checkout desk. This was probably the first time you were actually excited to meet and help a customer.

As she stepped up to the desk, you put on your best smile. “Hello there. How can I help you?”

“Hi!” She pulled back her hood and your breath caught in your chest. Shit. She was hot. “My roommates sent me out to get a Christmas tree but I’ve never really done this before. Do I just choose the tree I like?”

“Yep!” You tried not to show how flustered you were that this funny girl was somehow hot to as you turned towards the trees. “Feel free to look around for a while. Each tree has a tag, so just come back to me with the tag and I’ll help you with the tree.”

“Thanks!” She gave you a wide smile that made your heart skip a beat before skipping away, leaving you breathless behind the desk. You leaned against the desk, watching her go. She was really something else.

“I think falling in love with customers is against the rules,” said your coworker Seunghee, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m not in love.”

“Okay then. Infatuated.”

“Shut up.”

“You look like a lovesick fool. Just so you know.”

You knew good and well how you looked. You’d totally just fallen for this mystery girl. But you weren’t about to admit that to Seunghee. So you just shook your head and willed the blush in your cheeks to go away. “Whatever.”

It was about thirty minutes later when the woman game skipping back over, a tag in her hands. You gave her a smile, standing up a little more straight than usual.

“Welcome back. Did you find a tree that you liked?”

“I did!” She handed you the tag, and as soon as you saw the number, you internally groaned. Of course. Of course she would pick this one. Seunghee looked over your shoulder and laughed.

“Good luck with that one.”

Blinking, the woman looked between the two of you, her smile falling a bit. “Is something wrong?”

“No!” You waved your hands and smiled, gently kicking at Seunghee under the desk to make her shut up. “No, you’re good. Let’s go get this tree.” Your back hurt already as you followed her into the lot, wincing at the number. This was the heaviest tree on the lot, mostly because of the denseness of the branches. It was going to take a lot to get it out.

“My roommates told me to get a really full and big one,” she explained as she stopped in front of the tree, beaming. “So I chose this one! I think it’ll work perfect.”

“It’s a pretty tree,” you said truthfully. Despite your reservations about its size, you had to admit that it was beautiful. “Do you have something to transport it in?”

“My roommate is bringing her friend’s truck now. I sent her a photo and she said she’d be here in a few minutes.”

“That sounds perfect. Sometimes we let people just carry their trees out but this one is too heavy for that so I’ll have to get our moving car. I’ll be right back.”

The hard part wasn’t getting the little car back to the tree. It was getting the tree onto the truck. The heavy trunk made it hard to get your arms around it, and even with the woman helping, it took a while to haul it up into the back of the truck, leaving both of you gasping for breath and leaning against the cart.

“Wow. You do this every day?” The woman sounded so impressed it made you laugh.

“Not usually. This tree is incredibly heavy.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It’s my job, after all.” You climbed into the drivers seat and patted the seat next to you. “I’ll drive you back to the front.”

“Oh, thank you!” She climbed in and smiled at you. “I’m Sua, by the way.”

“I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you, Sua.” For a moment, you paused. “I think the snow angels you made outside the fence were cute, by the way.”

“You saw that?” Her face flushed a bit, but she grinned. “I couldn’t help myself. The snow was so fluffy I just had to make some snow angels. It’s so much fun, you know!”

“I’ll have to try it some time,” you said, trying to hold in a laugh. Outside the gate, a woman was waiting with a truck, and Sua enthusiastically waved at her, jumping out as soon as you stopped the car.

“I got the tree, Jiu!”

“Awesome! Now go pay for it.”

“Oh right.”

Seunghee grinned at you as Sua walked over to pay with her, leaving you and Jiu to struggle with the tree. It was easier to lift it into the back of the truck, though, and by the time she got back, the tree was safe and secure in the truck bed.

“Thanks for everything,” she said as you jumped down into the snow. “I’m sorry for making you pick up the heaviest tree in the lot.”

“Like I said, it is my job.”

“Still, I feel bad. I don’t want to be the reason for a bad back later in life, you know?” Her words made you laugh, and an idea struck you.

“I’d call it even if you went on a date with me.”

She grinned, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “I was kind of hoping you’d ask me out. Here.” She pulled out her hand and handed you a slip of paper. Inside was her number and her name. “I was just going to give it to whoever was behind the desk and ask them to give it to you, but since I was talking to you anyways, I thought I’d give it to you myself.”

The grin on your face was silly and you knew it, but you didn’t care. “I’ll text you, then.”

“Good. Happy Holidays, (Y/N). And thank you.” She gave you a little wave as she turned towards the truck and you waved back.

“Happy Holidays!” As you turned away to walk back to the desk, you could hear the other woman, Jiu, teasing Sua as she got into the car. Grinning, you looked down at the paper in your hand. Today had been different from anything you’d ever experienced working at the tree lot. But you were so glad it was.

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Father Duo Ch. 3

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Chapter Title: The Arrival. Pairing: Eventual Daryl x Reader. Setting: The Prison. Word Count: 2,138. Warnings: Rape, non-customary situations.

We were sitting in the truck looking at the prison. "Dad this place is perfect!" I said excitedly turning in my seat to look at him and he looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" I asked looking playfully offended.

"This isn't a joke Bay." He said giving me a scolding look.

"I know. I wasn't jokin’."

He sighed at me like I was the most ridiculous person in the world. "Look at the amount of walkers in that prison yard. Do ya really think just the two of us can clear that? Even if ya were the best shot in the county, which yer not, we wouldn't have enough ammo to take them all down."

"So we'll find a different way." I suggested with a shrug and he rolled his eyes. "This is the safest place we've found so far. Are we just going to let the walkers have it?" I might have always been a bit quiet back in the old world, but I always spoke up when I had something to say. My gut was telling me that we should at least try to clear it out.

My dad rolled his eyes when I gave him puppy dog eyes, something I hadn't done since I was five. But it still had the same effect because he huffed out another breath. "Err fine we'll give it a try." He pushed the squeaky truck door open and I followed him around to the bed where he started digging through the hunting bag. "Use this." He handed me a knife then pulled his out of the sheath on his hip. "We'll see if we can take them out through the fence." The lid of the big silver toolbox creaked when Dad opened it and pulled out some bolt cutters and an old wire dog leash. I was wondering what he needed these things for, but I quickly found out when we got to the fence of the prison. He cut a hole in the fence with the bolt cutters that was big enough for us to duck through then laced it shut with the wire. We were relieved to find that there were no walkers between the two fences.

The ones in the prison yard quickly caught our sent and were soon scratching at the barrier eager to eat us. Dad started stabbing the walkers in the head with his knife and I followed his lead as always. I tried not to think about who these people were before they changed, and succeeded. My mind was mostly numb to the things I killed, but every once in a while my eyes would catch something, a pierced ear or a unique tattoo, little things like that that would reanimate my mind and make it wonder.

I switched the knife to my left hand often to keep from wearing myself out too fast, but eventually I lost all feeling, emotionally and physically, and had to stop. "Dad I can't do this anymore. My arms feel like jelly." I wiggled my shoulders making my arms flop at my sides for emphasis. He smirked at me before we stood back to examine what we had accomplished. We hadn't even taken down half of them and I quickly figured out that this might take a while. Since gas in the truck was running low we couldn't drive back to the house. So we would be sleeping in Old Red again.

After all that walker killing I just wanted to kick back in the truck and get some rest. Problem was that we were both covered in blood that had splattered from the walkers as we took them down. Funny, I hadn't noticed it when we were killing them, I guess I was too busy concentrating on getting the horrible job done and over with. "You look disgusting." I said to Dad with my hands on my hips. He just laughed at me and said that I did too. "Is there anywhere around here that we could wash off? I'm not eating or sleeping with this much blood on me." He nodded and made a follow me motion. He led me to a wide river that I eagerly jumped into, clothes and all. I didn't have any soap so I just did my best with out it. I used the sand that I could grab with my toes to scrub the blood off of me then did the same to my clothes. Dad and I switched places, he took a dip in the river and washed his clothes while I watched for walkers.

We walked back to the truck not caring that we were fully clothed and soaking wet. When we got back to the truck Dad changed clothes not bothering to dry off. Since it wasn't much longer until sundown he started a fire then went to hunt. I grabbed a towel and stepped around to the driver's side of the truck to change into something dry. Most of the clothes I had brought from home were too big on me since I had lost even more weight. Not that I minded, I liked my new body, but I feared that if there wasn't any food left in the prison then I would become one of those girls that were so skinny you could see their hip bones poking out. So far I didn't have to worry about that. I still had a little pooch, but having weighed 195 lb at one point I figured this would never go away. So I dug through one of the bags that I had packed with scavenged clothes until I found a set that fit me.

I had just put on clean under things when a hand went around my mouth and I felt the cold metal of a knife blade at my throat. My back was pressed tightly to a muscular chest. "One peep and yer dead." A rough, unfamiliar voice whispered in my ear and I cringed from his hot breath on my skin. "Ya hear me?" my nod was jerky and my whole body was trembling but I couldn't make it stop.

The nasty smelling hand that was on my mouth slid down to my chest and into my bra. I gritted my teeth and hot tears ran down my face. The man made a quiet sound of enjoyment making my insides twist. I wanted so bad to scream out for my dad, but I knew if I did that this man would have no problem slitting my throat open. That's just how most men were now days. The man kept the blade at my throat as he slid his hand down my stomach and around to my rear. I couldn't help the suppressed cry that came from me when his rough hand hit my butt. I regretted it the second it happened, because he pressed the knife tighter to my throat. The thin skin split open and I felt sticky blood run down my chest.

His calloused hand stung like hot embers as it ran over every inch of me. All of a sudden the knife was gone and replaced by his hand around my neck as he shoved me to the back of the truck and made me lean over the side of the bed. My hands were free, and gripped the side of the truck. I could see the ammo bag sitting in the corner closets to me and while the guy was distracted with my body I slowly slipped my hand into the truck bed and into the bag. My fingers shakily curled around the handle of the first weapon I felt, a large knife.

I can't even begin to tell you what I was thinking as I crossed my legs at the ankles, which pissed off the man, because I cut off his access to my body. This worked to my advantage, because as soon as he stood up straight with his fist reared back to punch me I quickly spun my body around uncrossing my ankles as I did. My arms were flung out to the side as I spun and I used the momentum to slam the knife into his side. I watched his face contort in pain before I pulled it out and he yelled out as he collapsed to the ground. I took that as my opportunity to run.

I mostly tripped over my own feet as I ran to the prison, undid the cable on the hole, slipped in, quickly retied it and I ran to the closest watch tower. I didn't even feel the effect that the gravel was having on my bare feet. I flung the door open and stabbed a walker that was inside before I ran up the stairs and to the top. The moon was bright and I could see the man still on the ground writhing in pain.

He didn't get up and soon I saw Dad coming out of the woods with a rabbit and a squirrel. I called out to him and I could see his head as it turned in my direction. "Watch out!" I didn't know if he caught what I had said, but I saw him run around to the other side of the truck and struggle with the man. My dad ended up tying the man's hands together then his feet. When I saw that Dad had the man immobilized I made myself leave the tower. As soon as I got to Old Red my dad started checking me over for wounds, I was completely unharmed other than the small, shallow scratches that the gravel path left on the balls of my feet and the thin cut on my neck. After that he let me go to the truck to change into the jeans and t-shirt that I had laid out.

"Wanna tell me exactly what happened?" Dad asked when I joined him at the fire and I told him everything. "Well ya did good, ya protected yerself, but from now on ya need to be on guard all the time." I nodded at him not wanting to talk. "And yer telling the truth? He didn't…?"

"No. He just…", I cringed inwardly and outwardly, "touched." I explained letting a shiver run down my spine. He nodded looking almost as pissed as I felt. We sat there for a while both just staring into the fire before my father asked a question that I was going to grow to hate with a passion.

"Are ya okay?"

"No, yes, I don't know." Dad just looked at me. "I hate him." I sat there with my knees pulled to my chest as Dad focused on the meat over the fire. "Is…is that bad?" He shook his head and swallowed hard before he looked at me.

"No sweetie it's not. Its normal to feel anger at someone for doing something like that. But you have to remember, do unto others…"

"As you would have them do unto you." I said with a nod, but I never really understood that phrase. It could be looked at two ways. Option one, I should treat him with kindness and respect, because that's how I would like to be treated. Or option two, he treated me like crap so that meant he wanted me to treat him like crap back. Now that I think about it if he wanted me to do option two, shouldn't I do option one just to piss him off? Jeez this stuff was annoying to think about. I decided that I would do the first choice because it seemed to be the more moral of the two. "What are we going to do with him?" I asked as we sat eating by the fire.

"Don't know, what do ya think we should do with him?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked you." That comment pulled a small smile out of him.

"We'll figure it out in the mornin'. For now he can stay there. Ya can go to the truck when yer done eatin'. I'll take watch." I put my plate on the ground then walked around the truck to climb into the back seat, but a movement at the edge of the woods caught my eye.

The man was illuminated by the light inside the truck and it was the first time I had looked at him since the attack. From what I could see he was an older, blond headed man and wore only an old black vest and loose fitting jeans. "What ya lookin' at sugar tits?" he asked not even trying to get out of the ropes. I just ignored his question and climbed into the truck to try and get some much needed rest.

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