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jesusofsuburbia13 · 10 months ago

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Far Too Soon for a Sacrifice

Vessel x fem!reader

Summary: Sleep blesses Vessel with a gift like no other--to be used for one purpose, and one purpose only. To many, it seems to be a curse. How will he attempt to draw the line between what Sleep wants, and what he wants?

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: we got HORRIFICALLY down bad vessel for y/n and we got smut WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO + unrealistic concert stuff my bad peeps, swearing

Key:

(y/f/n)○°○{gn!}= your friend's name--pick one! any one!

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"Hello? Y/N? You there?" (Y/F/N) waved their right hand, their left one gripping the steering wheel.

Y/N's eyes had been focused on the road for quite some time, and she almost didn't have any response to (Y/F/N)'s attempt to catch her attention. They had begun to poke her shoulder, which caused your gaze to shift towards them.

"Do me a favor--when we get to the concert, don't awkwardly look at the band like that." They laughed, earning a small one from Y/N.

"Oh you think that's bad? Wait until I stare at them like that when you're trying to get a picture with them." Mimicking the stare she had been holding for the past several minutes, she broke into more laughter, seeing (Y/F/N) bite their inner lip to hold in theirs.

"They're gonna cancel the whole fuckin VIP session with your creepy ass."

Tonight was Y/N's first Sleep Token concert. Being quite well versed in knowledge about the band itself, alongside the unusual lore the members had so carefully fabricated--the excitement Y/N was holding in was almost incredible. The exhaustion that had been building over sleepless nights in the time she had waited for this day to come, was building up. Her eyes fluttered closed every few minutes, with an urge she's been trying to fight off for the past thirty minutes.

"Go on. Nod off if you have to. We have an hour ahead of us still, before we get there." (Y/F/N) placed their right hand on the wheel again. "You okay with taking an Uber back to your place later?"

"Yup." Y/N reclined her seat, reaching behind herself for a jacket, which she spread out on top of her. "Goodnight."

"It's 3pm."

"Yeah, yeah fuck you too dipshit."

Y/N's eyes shut, and the soft sounding rumble of the car slowly drifted away.

The hallways were lined with finished oak. Something reminiscent of and old church, or perhaps some old legislative building. Y/N lifted up a small picture frame, adorned with gold around the edges. The picture in the middle was pure black. She had believed it to only be some piece of dark paper, but it had that shine that those designated printers for the job.

Looking around one of the doorframes into the next room, she made sure that no one was around. A click resounded from above her--the igniter of a heater. Y/N immediately felt its warmth from the vent above her. Placing the picture frame down after flipping it around a few times, she looked up at the mirror in front of her. It was fairly small, one of those wall mounted ones a person would use to see how they'd look before heading out.

As she took a step away, she felt a few hairs upon her head move slightly. Glaring up at the vent above her, she pushed those hairs back into their original position. Before she could drop her hand back to her side, her wrist had been caught in a tight grip--with cold metal pressed against her skin. She soon glared at the figure that loomed above her.

The familiar white mask with a red sigil was almost falling from the figure's face. Vessel had loosened his grip on her, and in a panic, Y/N grabbed his shoulders firmly--turning him around and pressing him against the wall. Her heartbeat had only jumped from the initial startle, yet somehow, it had managed to stay at its fairly normal pace. Y/N began to question why the idea of fear seemed almost impossible to wrap her mind around.

"Oh come on now." He leaned his head forward, his warm breath soothing her with every exhale. "Don't act as if you haven't dreamt of this before. Don't act as if you've dreamt of something that delves farther into the...intricacies of one another."

Y/N grasped Vessel's necklace, pulling him closer to herself. A small moan escaped his mouth, as she snaked her hand around his neck , propping it on the back of his head. He softly pressed his lips against hers, before resting his head on hers.

Moving her arms lower, to his back, she pressed her face into his chest. Vessel stifled a small laugh with an exhale.

"My love, you're going to have paint all over your face." He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Doesn't matter." Y/N's muffled voice caused a smile to form across Vessel's face. "There's far worse--"

"We're here!" (Y/F/N) screamed, hitting the horn a couple times--which sounded awful with the resonance of the parking structure. "Grab your shit, we gotta go."

Y/N looked at the dash, seeing the various Sleep Token songs being shuffled for what seemed to be the entire drive. Pressing the off button, she unbuckled her seat belt before stepping out of the car. Assuming that was the cause of the unusual Vessel related dream, Y/N tried her best to shake it off. But that feeling still lingered--something about that dream made it feel so... real. But again, its a mixture of having a "celebrity crush" and hormones was the basis of dreams like this, right?

Walking up to the venue with (Y/F/N), the two entered through the VIP entrance, which was lined with a lavish red velvet carpet. A few turns and the two were in front of where Sleep Token would perform. It was only moments until the band started setting up various bits needed to go about the show properly.

The VIP session was first.

"Is this close enough to have a make-out session with one of the band members or do I need to help you climb on stage to do that?" (Y/F/N) raised a brow, and earned soft punch on the shoulder from Y/N.

Being the first people to wait for the band during the VIP session, the 4 members gazed beyond the edges of the stage after going back behind it. III frantically looked at the 2 concert goers on the floor talking to each other while Vessel stood still, unwavering. His fingernails digging into the side of his thumb.

"What's wrong?" II picked up a new pair of drumsticks from a box, before sealing it up as best as possible. "The staring--it's a problem, you do realize that?"

You are infatuated with me; are you not? He thought, gazing longer at Y/N.

Y/N looked all over the room, wondering where a certain voice came from.

"You alright?" (Y/F/N) put their hand on her shoulder, leaning down a bit.

Get their hand off of yourself.

"Hey, I'm good, I'm good." Y/N chuckled. "Thought I heard a mosquito or something. Shit makes me go crazy."

That is not the only thing drives you insane, is it? What of the time we--

"I think I'm having a manic episode." She took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "The voices in my head are telling me that THEY'RE IN MY WALLS! THE FOG IS COMING!"

Y/N jokingly shook (Y/F/N), the whole near empty venue filling with their laughter. A small poking battle commenced between the two, which puzzled Vessel.

"Quit doing the mind thing with others." II patted him on the shoulder. "Sleep didn't give us these things for you to abuse them."

"They should have known better than to give them to me as well." Vessel adjusted his mask, and without any delay, Y/N's gaze darted over at him, peeking from the side of the stage.

Within minutes, there was a line forming outside for the VIP meet and greet, with (Y/F/N) and Y/N being first, as they had already stepped foot into the allotted area. Each member of Sleep Token stepped out and down from the stage, with an individual ready to help with pictures in front of them. (Y/F/N) walked up first to the four to get a picture with them. A nervous Y/N offered to take the picture of the 5 of them, and their friend gestured them to join them. She shook her head in response, smiling to be polite.

I can assure you, my love, the safest place in the world for you, is next to me. Vessel thought, as he scooted over the right for her to stand between him and II.

One really weird dream and all of a sudden the voices in my head are louder than my actual speaking voice. Y/N thought in response.

Darling, you know you've had far more 'unusual' dreams than just that. He smiled, looking down at the woman who had scooted even closer to him.

With her arms at her sides, Vessel slipped one of his hands to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/N found it moderately unusual, but yet--not as bad as she thought it was. It was if her dreams had been brought to life. But no, this was wrong. She'd never met this man before in her entire life. To her, he'd just been a masked face and a voice behind the speaker in her house. Y/N pulled her arm away from his.

Vessel, hurt ever so slightly looked at her once again. He had to do the best to accept the possible forms of rejection as much as possible. After all, he knew he wasn't "forcing himself onto her." He had gotten to know her over time, but he was terrified to tell her.

The entire show, he couldn't get it off his mind. The woman he'd grown so fond of, over the years didn't seem to like him, no matter how much time they had spend together. Behind every word he sang that night, it was if a needle had been embedded in his heart, and it was pushed further and further in.

--time skip because I can't write lmao--

(Y/F/N) had already left, as Y/N waited for her Uber. As much as she wanted to leave, there was some ominous feeling tying her to this place. Something in her mind was screaming for her to go back--to yell back in Vessel's face about what the fuck was going on. To ask him if, if she... Her thoughts were all mashed together, and it was hard to process it all.

My love, please meet me here. Please. I don't know how much I can fare without speaking to you. Please. The voice in her head made her want to break into tears. It was if whatever emotion this voice was feeling, she could feel as well. And it hurt. So, much.

She changed the address of where her Uber was supposed to take her. The whimper in her head was too much to bear. It felt wrong to ignore it--it was like she had to console whatever it was. An urge to stop all of its pain that was completely inexplicable.

After it dropped her off at the front of it, she walked up and was about to knock on the door, but it immediately opened. Vessel, in full worship wear, leaned on the frame, almost out of breath. There were light black streaks down his neck as if he had been crying for hours.

"The dreams. They--" He paused to catch his breath. "You've dreamt of me, thrice a week, every week--for the past 6 years. They weren't just dreams, I was actually talking to--"

Y/N pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him just as she had did in her dreams before.

"You've told me all of your feelings--simple things like how your days have been. You've poured your heart out for me some nights and I've done the same." He choked behind another sob. "I approached you today thinking that this would be like any other 'dream' for you but, I just--I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"All those dreams, that was, actually you and me?" Y/N looked up at him, arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"The things we did, the ways we felt, I--I just wanted to find you." He slowly rested his chin on her head. "When I found you, I treated you poorly and I just lost control of myself."

"Those thoughts, were yours? All of them?"

"Yes."

"Could you hear mine?"

"Sometimes."

What? No complaints about me getting paint on my face? Y/N thought.

No.

You're actually fucking magic.

I'm blessed, my love.

"You really suck at talking to people you know that?" Y/N chuckled, earning a small smile from Vessel.

"That's what the dreams are for, Y/N." He exhaled. "I tend to be better at such things in that form of communication."

"Next thing I know, you're going to like propose to me or something."

"I've made plans."

"That's a new one."

"What is, may I ask?"

"How the fuck am I ever going to tell people how I got to know you?" She raised a brow, licking her lips. "Yeah, 'I met this guy through my fucking mind'."

"God, you're just as amusing as you were when we spoke a couple nights ago."

"So when we--" Y/N paused, looking down at her shoes, shuffling her feet slightly. "Did the--uh. The..."

"When we had...um" Vessel scratched his head.

"Are we both just completely unable to speak right now?" She laughed again, muddling the sounds against his chest. "Where's the awfully sensual, headstrong Vessel that wanted to have a full make-out session with me in that venue?"

"You slightly, intimidate me."

"What?"

"I thought you were a figment of my imagination until Sleep showed me, and..." Vessel slowly intertwined his fingers with hers again. "I don't want anyone else to be with you. Sleep didn't only show me, you. They showed all of us."

"II, III, and IV--they know about us?" Y/N tightened her grip on his hand.

"They want you just as much as I do. I won't let them have you. We belong to each other--I will not let anything change that, love." He led Y/N to his couch, where he laid his head in her lap. "No God, or friend of mine will stand in my way."

"You're awfully possessive of a girl you just met."

"You don't know what they want of you. What they require of me to fulfill Sleep's wishes."

"Are you going to sacrifice me, Ves?"

He remained quiet, pulling her arm to set it on his chest.

"Vessel?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you won't do it."

"I would do everything for you. And more."

He sat up and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Y/N leaned into it more curling her fingers into claws and digging them slightly into the top of his back. Vessel trailed his soft pecks down until his lips met her collarbone, his canines grazing it ever so slightly. She reached for the buttons of his black jeans, and he pushed her hand away, undoing them himself. He paused all of a sudden.

"Is this too soon?" Y/N pulled back, breathless.

"We have waited far too long for one another. This is long overdue." He growled. "I won't do this here, however."

Slipping his arms under Y/N, lifting her up bridal-style, he carried her to his bedroom. Setting her down softly on his bed, she stood up.

Y/N grabbed his necklace, pulling him closer to herself--earning that one particular moan from him.

"I miss that sound." She pulled him into another kiss, but this one was not like the last.

Within minutes, Vessel's kisses became hungrier, as if he needed more that what he was getting. Being pressed up against the wall as the two of them managed to throw all of their clothes on the floor in a matter of seconds. In another kiss, Vessel's tongue begged for an entrance. Once he was let in, he ravaged all he believed to be his. Y/N's tongue grazed one of his canines, almost drawing blood, but ignored it in the moment.

Vessel's kisses trickled farther down her body yet again, and he softly pushed her onto his bed. Once his attacks reached he inside of her thigh, Y/N could not hold back a moan any longer. The mere sound of it began to illicit the deepest growl from Vessel. He lined the edges of her folds with just as many hungry kisses as he has planted on her face.

"Please, Ves." She arched her back. "I need more than that."

"Darling, you deserve far more than I could ever give you." The words escaped his lips. "But I will do my best, I promise you."

"You better."

"We shall see."

Vessel slowly pressed his member against her folds, refusing any sort of entrance he was allowed. Y/N's attempts to get any friction were fruitless.

"As I said, I will not deny you of anything you deserve."

In one stroke, his entire member had slid almost completely inside her. His pace was slow, and deadly almost, as he wanted the two of them to savor every single moment of it. Y/N pressed her lips against his again, in an almost violent clash for control. Her nails dug further into his back, causing him to hiss--and she loosened her grip.

"No, I'm fine. Don't stop that." He mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't. Stop."

Y/N placed her hands around him yet again.

"Ves, please I'm going to--"

"I know. I am as well."

The sweet release for the both of them, caused them to roll on their backs, catching their breaths.

"Were those better, or worse than your dreams?" He laid his head on her chest.

"Do you even need to ask, babe?"

"That's a new one."

"What?"

"You've never had any sort of--pet name for me."

"If you don't like 'babe,' you can get 'vessy-wessy' instead."

"Please no." His laughter rumbled as he leaned more on her shoulder.

With their legs entwined, the two cuddled up next to each other, it was as if everything, yes everything, was perfect.

"So now are you going to sacrifice me?"

"My love, it is far too soon for a sacrifice."

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WOOOOO YOU GOT THROUGH IT ALL

sorry for the worst smut in the world, but hey, if you didn't think this fic was awful, maybe I'll give it a PART 2??? PART II? WITH II? okay I'm done :)

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I always kinda wondered where my recently rediscovered but long standing fixation for slashers came from. And I found it.

These motherfuckers. Brothers of Destruction. I was scrolling through YouTube and got recommended a fight of their's when it hit me. My crippling mask kink? My size kink? The silent killer that's actually soft underneath? They checked off all the boxes.

And I know for as much shit as WWE/WWF gets for being staged and having fucked up backstage things, these two were always the most interesting to me. So, let me share some of my fixation with y'all because I still love these big demon boys.

THE LORE

Okay, so my BOD lore hasn't been dusted off in a while but I did wiki it for those who are interested.

So yeah, half brothers with a fucked up and a seriously dark story? Sign me up! I won't talk about him as much, but keep in mind that the Paul Bearer has a huge impact on these two and their relationship with each other. Using one against the other, betting on the winning horse and abandoning the other, general manipulation, etc.

So let's talk about them individually and then their dynamic together.

KANE 🔥

Ooooohhhh my beloved 7'0", 323lbs demon. Big. Scary. Intimidating as all hell. Strong. Like ridiculously strong. He's silent 90% of the time and when he does speak you know he means it. His debut was fucking nutty, the match itself was insane, but then this massive mf walks up and just rips a chainlink gate off the hinges and beats the shit out of his half brother.

If you're interested, I recommend watching Kane's debut.

He controls fire, has one of the best entrances and songs (Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven). Silent but deadly personality. Is soft and caring for the people he cares about.

He's got this cool white/blue eye that just adds more mystery to him. His hair? Damn. Luxurious. He also pulls it into a ponytail sometimes which is fucking adorable.

For those who aren't familiar with WWE/WWF, these guys go through a lot of character arcs and developments. Some are better than others. My personal favorites are debut Kane and the one I've deemed "titty window" Kane. Debut Kane is roughly the three images above this. Titty window Kane is just...well look.

Hhhhh. Gets me on that woof woof bark bark type shit, ya know?

(Also I googled it and the official Kane here is 'Attitude Era Kane')

This is sometime between debut and titty window Kane but I just want to press how strong he is.

Yes, to some extent the wrestler who is getting lifted kind of jumps up for more momentum, but Kane is still lifting and holding to make sure the other guy doesn't snap his neck if Kane drops him. So Kane here is lifting one Hunter Helmsley a.k.a Triple H. Hunter's billed height and weight are 6'4" at 255lbs. Which that's a LOT of weight. BUT THIS MAN HAS LIFTED HEAVIER. NOT KIDDING. He's lifted his 6'10", 309lbs, half brother. And vice versa, but we'll get to him soon.

I would like to give a small mention about Kane's relationships. This man gets so many bitches but never keeps any. All of his relationships pretty much end in heartbreak and betrayal. Tori and Trish stand out the most for romantic relationships. Although X-pac was probably one of the better friends he had and was the one who originally helped Kane to speak. XPAC is a homie. Kind of. There's a lot more lore on his relationships, but I'll just let y'all look that up yourself. Some of them are uhhh, weird. Kane was one of the best characters and also the one that they had no idea what to do with. He had some good and evil character arcs. I'll leave it at that.

THE UNDERTAKER☠️

Alright, let's talk about big brother Taker. Beautiful man, by the way. Also makes me 👀, if ya know what I mean. Undertaker's shtick is less of being a demon and just being undead. He's almost like the Grim Reaper? He has cults and followers and more paranormal things surrounding him. He's an icon. Hands down one of my top fav wrestlers.

He's big. Ominous. "Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you". 6'10" and 309lbs. Could easily lift me and snap me in two, 10/10. Tattoos? Tattoos. Once again, he's the silent deadly type but can also be super sweet to those he cares about.

Love this scary Death man. General badass. Coincidently that was also an arc of his.

You telling me you wouldn't take a seat?? Maybe I want to sit in a dark asylum on the lap of the Grim Reaper?

Thanks to Tumblrs photo limit, I'll have to paint and reference some images for y'all.

He's spry. This big fuckin dude can leap from and walk along the top ropes like a cat. It's horrifying and uncanny. He's graceful? If that makes sense? For a dude his size he can move with a surprising amount of agility.

Also the Eye and Tongue thing *tm*. Casually rolls his eyes into the back of his head and sticks that ungodly long tongue out. 👀....

No further comment on that.

He had a lot of character developments and arcs, more so than Kane. But Undertaker with the hat and leather duster? 🥵

Debut him is just adorable in my opinion. Soft red-headed boy that could easily crush me. Cute.

I would continue but this man has so much lore I can't recite it all. Take away is: big, strong, scary, agile, embodiment of death, 10/10 would smash.

THE BROTHERS OF DESTRUCTION

Alright. So the brothers. They have their ups and downs. First starting off as a rivalry, no thanks to Paul Bearer. They typically had matches against each other. They were separate entities. It wasn't until SummerSlam, the two teamed up for the first time as a tag team.

There were certain moments where you could tell they genuinely cared for the other. An example would be when Kane had injured his arm. Also when Undertake tried to teach Kane his finishing move. But it seemed like most of the time they acted like...well, brothers is the only way to put it. Standoffish, fighting and arguing with each other.

****

My brain capacity is running low but I leave you with this.

Smash or Pass? Smash both. 100/10 times. Would be grateful if either of them snapped me in two. Lowkey wish I was getting tossed around the ring by them. Would apologize if they spilled something on me by accident. The way they would have to look down at me and I'd have to crane my neck up to meet their eyes? Panties dropped. No competition.

Character-wise, I fucking love these two and have always been tempted to write something about them. Perhaps in the future...

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a/n ‎♡ i just wanted to say thank you, to everyone for showing love and support towards this series. i want you guys to know that all your lovely comments and hilarious memes meant the absolute universe to me. but alas, everything has an end (apart from ric flair’s career) and this series has come to an end, with this being the final episode. y/n and edge are finally happy together 🥹. thank you, truly, for your support and love towards r:s and me. i love you 🫶🏼

warnings! [ cussing, fluff, christian being christian per usual, apparently idk how matches work, violence, smut LMAO, pwlp, praise, oral (f), multiple orgasms (f), squirting, a lot more vanilla than you think, overstimulation??]

on the entre trip to the arena, three things were going on. christian kept complaining about how it was adam's turn to drive and that he was already tired of having him back, adam was babbling about how concerned he was about getting chewed out by vince when getting back for not being at the hotel or rehersals for the show, and you were giddy and bubbling on the inside because even though you were sitting the back seat while adam sat in the front passenger seat, he still held your hand through the gap between his and christian's seat.

"christian?"

"yeah?"

"why'd you text matt from my phone?"

christian could've swerved right there, "how did you know it was me?" this genius asked. "i didn't, i just got you to admit to it. still though, why?" you ask. "well, i wanted to talk to matt to understand what the hell was going on with you and him. to be fair though, i could've just asked him in real life" he answered.

"or you could've just texted him from your phone" you point out. christian just eyed you through the rear view mirror. "that. that too" he remarked.

"wait, who texted who from ... where?" adam asked

"long story" you and christian replied in union.

6:15 pm, later that day.

“baby, wake up"

"hm"

"did she drool in my fucking car seat-"

"relax-"

"wake the fuck up, bozo. we're here! and we're late! and stop drooling in the seat bro!” christian almost yelled.

everything was a little hazy, until chrisitian's last sentence went through your right ear, into your brain, and out your left ear. "were here?!" you cry as you jump out of your seat, "and we're late?!" you were grabbing onto too many things at once, almost dropping your bags and phone in the process. "woah, chill there, tiny" adam teased. "you're like two inches off of the floor anyways, don't fall on your face now"

“i will power power bomb you, right here. right now” you glare at adam while he just giggles.

“you two are the reason i can’t have nice things” christian mumbled.

as you three power walked your way through the building, everything felt like tonal whiplash. staff running around making sure everything was perfect, talent filming segments for their own storylines, some just walking around chatting, and per usual, there was yelling from somewhere. you were met with confused looks from those around. where were you three for the past days? why didn’t you arrive with the rest of the roster? how dare you miss rehearsals? were y’all aware that the show begins in like two hours?

“i’ll see you two at catering?” you asked before entering the women’s locker room. “yeah definitely, and bring lita with you. least we can do is be briefed about the match” christian said. “wait, give me a kiss” adam pulled you in. one kiss became two, and two became three.

“kill me” christian said walking away.

“c’mon! go, we’re already late” you pushed adam away. “one more!” he demanded, stomping his foot like a little child.

“go!” you laughed.

as you walked in, you were immediately tackled down to the floor by someone you assumed was lita. “ i was so worried about you! where were you?” her familiar, sweet voice asked. “long story, but i’ll tell you if you do my hair! and quickly explain what we’re supposed to do later” you squeak under her.

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6:49 pm, that same evening.

“he thought you were dating matt?!” the red haired girl asked. “i know! bitch, i was as confused as a hot dead dog on a swing” you reply. “girls, does anyone have red lipstick?” you ask, “i do!” trish answered, “wait, so you drove all the way back home to get him?” lita asked, “personally, you won’t catch me driving 18 fucking hours to see a man. but, hey, as long as he loves you” trish said handing you the dior lipstick.

“we’ll, i do love him” you smiled, as you applied the glossy shade on your lips. “love the new gear by the way” trish added.

your new gear consisted of cargo black pants, a tight leather mandarin collar vest and bright red sneakers. “you’re actually my favourite person” you told trish.

“i’m right here!” lita said

you and lita step out hand in hand, towards catering. “where are the hardys?” you asked. “at the men’s locker room i think?” lita said. “i don’t know. last time i checked, they were at catering” she added. “check the locker room, i’ll check catering” she says letting go of your hand.

as you headed towards the men’s locker room, all you could hear was loudness, unidentifiable loudness. you knock on the door, and wait. no one shows up, you knock again louder, still no one. you knock one last time, before pushing the door, and what a sight it was.

the blue meanie was on top of jbl, both on the floor. the blue meanie was landing punches on jbl’s already bruised face. on that side of the room were the undertaker, kane, ken shamrock, and very agitated taz pulling them away from each other, and on the other side of the room were edge brushing his hair and christian lacing up his boots, jericho was reading a book, and a crash holly and shawn michaels who were very calmly chatting, clearly unmoved by whatever was going on across from them.

“oh, hey y/n/n” shawn greeted you, “you need anything?”

and everyone seemed to stop dead in their tracks, all eyes were on you now. all the wrestlers involved in the fight were glaring at you as you just stopped some type of main event. “i swear i knocked” you quickly defend yourself, “you two come here, now” you whisper-yelled at adam and christian. you immediately step back as the door closes in your face.

“why does it smell like that it there?” you ask yourself, face scrunching up. it smelled like a wet socks and cheddar cheese.

“what?” christian asked, dragging adam behind him who was still brushing his hair. “where are the hardys?” you ask. “they just went catering” adam answered, tucking the brush into his tights’ waist band. you were so used to his dumb shit you didn’t even notice it at first.

“well move it, we really need to go” you say. “hey!” lita came back, “ i found them… what the fuck is going on in there?” she asking hearing all the ruckus.

“don’t even ask” you answer.

7:15 pm, tag team match.

edge and christian were defending their tag team championships against matt and jeff, while lita was defending her women’s championship against you. it was a winners take all match.

the match itself was fast paced, mainly the boys went for a a more high flyer wrestling style, while you lita resorted to more high flying as well, you resorted to a more technical style. rarely where you able to showcase your talent and any chance you got you took.

jeff and christian were on the outside, exchanging punches, kicks and throwing each other on the announce tables. matt and edge were both crawling on the mat, taking their sweet time to reach and tag you and lita in. as soon as you saw matt reach lita, you turned your hand upwards signaling for adam to tag you in. as soon as you were both in, you began landing blows in each other. a moonsault from her to you, a leg drop, at one point she even attempted and shooting star press but you moved out of the way. you reversed it into a sharp shooter. the crowd loudly chanted your name as you paid tribute to the hit man in his land.

at this point, all four men where surrounding the ring. edge and christian cheering for you along with crowd, matt and jeff reaching out for lita to tap in. lita began moving her arms, trying to get them out from under her. your boys immediately ran and attacked the hardys, as they knew that if lita doesn’t tag them, one of they will break up the hold.

you tightened your hold, then lita tapped out. the referee immediately signaled for the bell to be rang. edge and christian have successfully defended their championships and you were the new women’s champion.

all three of you got in the ring, on one side of the referee was edge holding up his belt, and on the other side were you and christian holding up yours. team extreme were slowly walking up the ring, glaring at you with anger in their eyes, and holding onto random body parts as they sold their injuries.

you and edge walk hand in hand to the bar where everyone was. apparently, jbl was taken to wrestlers’ court for picking on the blue meanie, and his punishment was to pay for the roster’s dinner and drinks at the hotel’s bar and restaurant. all of you decided to celebrate your win by hanging out there.

the bar was jam packed with big, buff men and women as far as the eye can see. your outfit consisted of a tight fitting, little, black silk dress. black platform heeled boots and adam’s leather jacket was draped over your shoulders, your wore small to medium golden hoops and sported a white and gold dior hand bag. your make up was soft and glowly, and your lips adorned the same lipstick trish gave you, you looked gorgeous per usual.

“i would say ‘look at my wife everyone!’ but wow i don’t want anyone looking at you!” lita leaned in for a hug. “imagine how i feel” adam sarcastically remarked.

“sorry about your title, babe” you hugged your friend, “don’t even worry about it, there’s no one i would’ve wanted to drop it to other than you” she smiled.

“can y’all move?” christian pushed past you, “i heard bradshaw is paying for everyone, so i must order every possible drink there is” he added.

the hardy brothers soon joined you, bringing with them a bottle of champagne in celebration of your win. you all huddled in a quieter corner of the restaurant’s end of the bar, as the older veterans - who were join by vince for some reason - were most definitely going sit around and bitch about taxes, or whatever old people talk about.

jeff popped the champagne bottle open, “to our new women’s champion!” he cheered, raising a toast and everyone following suit. soon, christian came to your corner with tequila shots. “no, guys, c’mon. let the texan pablo escobar wannabe pay, don’t bring anything yourself. let the bastard pay!”

after a while of playing a drunken truth or dare, retellings of embarrassing stories and christian giving the expected drunk friend ‘i love you guys’ speech, adam poked at your side. “come with me for a second” he whispered.

you both step outside to the porch that opened up to the garden of the restaurant. there were fairy lights everywhere and quite hum of the chilly night breeze made the place feel a more magical than it should be. at one of the tables you spotted an old couple, mid-late 80s, having a candle lit dinner.

“do you think we’ll grow to be like them?” you ask, voice quite. “someday” adam says. “y’know, we haven’t had a moment to ourself for a while now” he says. “hm” you hum an answer. you stood there, taking in each other’s presence.

“oh yeah, i wanted to give you this” adam pulled away from you. he dug into his pants’ pocket, pulling out a little red velvet bag. he handed it to you, you looked at him for a split second before taking it. a small gasp fell from your lips, it was a silver and diamond necklace. he chuckled. “real diamonds. i was planning on giving it to you on your birthday, but i thought today was better” he smiled.

“don’t make me feel bad now, i got you a keychain for your birthday” you stated. “and i love it?? ‘happy birthday you sexy whore’? that’s literally me” adam laughs. “can you put it on me?” you ask. “of course” he takes the necklace from your hand.

you move your hair away, the cold metal is wrapped around your neck beautifully. adam kisses your shoulders before turning you around to face him. “i love you, i really do” he says, holding your face in his large hands. “i love you, more” you say. your eyes sparkled under the fairy lights, adam bringing you closer to him to kiss you.

your hands rest on his chest, as you deepen the kiss. he wraps his arms around your waist and yours hang around his neck. his tongue snakes into your mouth, clashing against yours. unconsciously you back him up against the porch wall, as you kisses get heated more and more by the second. you pull away from him, needing air. you look down at his lips, and you giggle a little. “what?” he laughs along. “you look like penny wise”. your lipstick was printed on and around his lips. “do you wanna go back to our room?” he asks. “please” you whisper.

“wait, let me wipe my lipstick off of you” you said tugging on his arm, as he was already heading inside.

“are you serious?” he almost sounded offended.

“uh, yeah?” you answer.

“leave it there baby, i want everyone to know i’m yours”

and your heart did a little something.

as you walk back inside, hand in hand, you quickly peep at your corner. christian was passed out on a couch, jeff had the ‘contemplating my life decisions’ drunk look and matt and lita weren’t even there.

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unlocking the door to your room, adam immediately latched himself onto you. “i missed you, so fucking much” he muttered against your lips. you kick the door shut as you kiss him.

“jump” he orders and you immediately do, he held you against him, remembering to enter the room no one used incasr christian came back later. he gently laid you on the bed, then began taking off his clothes. you pulled of your boots, jacket and dress, revealing a gorgeous lace set.

adam stripped down to his boxers and got on his knees between your legs. “what are you doing?” you ask. “i put you through hell, let me please you”.

he lips traced up your thighs with kisses, to your stomach, past your ribs and chest to your neck. he left gentle love bites around your collarbones and jawline. you grabbed his face and kissed him, you’ve waited too long for this. he kissed back down your neck, grinding on you as he goes.

he began gently sucking and nibbling at your neck leaving small, red markings on it. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, adam’s hand slid down and pulled your legs over his waist, his hand then moved towards your clothed pussy. his fingers moved along the lace. “i can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby” he whispered. “then do something about it” you whimper.

it was all fun and games, until you dared him to do something about it. do something about it? sure.

he moved away from you, completely getting off of the bed. he pulled out the little chair that was at the vanity, positioning it at the end of the bed. as he sat down, he pulled you down towards him by your ankles. you’re in for it.

he pulled off your panties, and with his thumb, he rubbed slow, gentle circles against your clit. you close your eyes and your legs push against each other wanting to close. “keep your legs open, my love” he said, voice low. he pulled you closer to him, as he leaned down towards your pussy, one clean lick against your clit and slit, and you whimpered loudly. “if you want me to do something about it, then be louder for me”

his warm tongue moved gently on you, as your back slightly arched up. his tongue took a quick dip into your pussy, quickly coming back out. “p-please” you let out a broken moan. adam uses his right hand to keep your legs open and left hand to pry you open. his middle finger slowly sliding into you, softly thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. but it wasn’t enough, “more, please, please” you moan. he uses both his middle and ring finger on you, working them gently against you. his mouth moves back to your clit, lightly nibbling and sucking on it. “oh fuck, fuck just like that” you moan. “there she is” his voice raspy as he pulls away from you.

his fingers begin moving faster, and faster. occasionally slowing down just to tease you. his pointer was now added and his lips were harsher against your clit. you’re almost grinding against his face, desperately chasing an orgasm that’s building inside you. “faster, please, f-faster!” you cry. his fingers push and pull, curling inside you as his tongue laps at your wetness. he sucks on your clit even harder, making you grab the pillows above you as your orgasm bubbles inside you. he pulled away and used his other hand to rub your clit, “you like that, baby? hm?” he teased. “am i making you feel good?” “y-yes! yes, s-so good. d-don’t stop, please don’t stop” you beg. “aw” he coos, “if that’s what my baby wants” he says.

he moves his fingers away, and used his lips against you clit again. he could tell you loved it, your grinding against his face never ceased. until you started trembling. “a-adam, i’m g-gonna, i-, i…”.

“it’s okay, baby. cum for me”

and with one loud moan, you come undone around his fingers. but he doesn’t stop, continues licking and sucking on you like there’s no tomorrow. his large hands hold you down in place as you body shakes under him. “a-adam!” you cry, “adam, please!” your words were cut off by the three of his fingers pushing into you at once. “oh f-fuck!” you cry out loud, you were still sensitive from your orgasm. yet, you could still feel the heat of another building up. “i’m gonna c-cum again, baby, i-i’m really c-close” you moan, “ i know” he groaned. “i want you to cum on my face”. just idea was enough to make you moan out loud. your grip on the pillows go tighter and vision got hazier.

“‘m cumming!” you cry, as your orgasm ripples through your body. adam pulls away from you, licking his lips. your heart was beating fast and your breathing was heavy. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, adam got up, entering the bathroom. you could see his boner through his boxers. when he came back he had a towel in his hands. “legs up, baby” he whispered. you raise your legs that felt like jello up, and he slid the towel under you. next thing you know, he was tying his hair up.

oh?

oh.

“one more, can you take one more?” he asked, you nod weakly, already addicted to the euphoria he brought you. he slid his fingers inside in more time, only two this time and his tongue reached for you clit again. his free hand laying on your lower abdomen, you quickly fell for overstimulation, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was aching for him, you still couldn’t help but grind on his face. his light stubble tickling your sensitive inner thighs. his work on your clit was harsher his time, sucking, and licking everywhere he could, his hand slowly applying pressure on your abdomen it made you feel this way, it just did.

everything was so much faster this time, his fingers kept poking at the one spot that made your knees give out. you saw little black and white dots, and you felt dizzy. his hand kept applying pressure on your lower abdomen and you began clenching around his fingers hard. it felt different this time, it felt like you needed to use the bathroom.

“baby” your voice was panicked.

adam knew this tone, he got what he wanted. “a-adam, n-no, no more, i can’t-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt like you were on cloud nine, you couldn’t think. you just felt him on you. until it was too late.

“i’m gonna-!”

and you squirted all over his face and on the towel. “good girl” he praised. “good girl, you did so well for me”. you were barely able to see him. your pleasure mattered most to him, he would’ve forgotten about his boner, had it not painfully throbbing against the fabric of his boxers. he stood up, yanking off his boxers, his cock slapped against his abs. pre-cum slowly oozing from his slit. he held his cock in his hand stroking it for a second before asking, “can you take me, my love?”

your mouth wasn’t responding as quick as your body, as you found yourself nodding yes before verbally saying it. “speak up, honey” he encouraged. “y-yes, i can” you answer.

he held onto your hips, slowly pushing himself in. his let out a low moan because of how wet you were. despite trying to loosen you up a bit, you still felt tight around him. but it felt so good, you wrapped so deliciously well around him, he couldn’t think for a moment. your hot, velvety walls felt like the type of poison he’d be willing inject himself with. his thrusts were slow and steady, gently trying not to hurt you. he was big, and he knew he was big. he didn’t want to hurt his angel, not one bit.

he was building up and pace, sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder and louder. your moans getting louder as well, he wanted to take it slow with you, he really did. until you began begging “please be rough with me” and to “fuck me, please i want to you fuck me”, and fuck you he will.

he threw your legs over his shoulders and thrusted deeper into, nothing of you moaning each other’s names like it’s the only words you knew. you felt so good around him, so tight.

you gripped the sheets beneath you, almost unable to speak as you felt your next orgasm approaching, you tried to hold on for him, as much as you can, clenching around him hard, almost harder than he can take. “i-if you keep doing t-that i’ll cum” he warns you. “c-can’t help it” you moan. his thrusts get harder, so hard the bed frame was banging against the wall and creaking. you were moaning and whimpering so much it sounded like you were crying, your face was flushed pink, eyebrows furrowed and lips reddened and agape.

adam looked down at your stomach for a split second and he could’ve sworn he’d seen his cock moving inside you. “hurry! i can’t hold on for any longer” but he was mesmerized but what he’d seen to hear you, he thrusted deeper into you which made him miss out loud. “adam” you cry, “that’s it, t-that’s it baby. almost there” he groaned. you couldn’t get any tighter, or at least he thought, you tightened around him one last time before orgasming around him, which triggered his own orgasm.

you both laid there for a moment, it almost felt surreal. if this was a dream then you’d gladly stay asleep.

“did you like it?” adam mumbled, “l-like it?” you stuttered, “i literally can’t breathe” you exclaimed. you both laughed, you were both happy and it didn’t matter were this train was leading - for now you were happy with what you had.

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Thanksgiving Debrief | Christian, Lucha, and Nick

Summary: Despite Nick waking up early to make his father happy, Christian let's Nick know how to improve.

Requested by @cody-uso

Nick Wayne woke up early on Thanksgiving day to make his father happy. He wanted everything to be perfect to make him proud. All the usual fixings would be present on the table for Christian and Lucha.

He prepared for weeks for this day by researching the order to cook the meals. He knew the turkey would take forever so that was the first thing he would start. He preheated the oven and started preparing the sides. Nick vowed this would be the best day ever. It wasn't.

Between having to run to get forgotten ingredients and dropping dishes the dinner was quickly approaching. All his research seemed pointless at this point. He tried to keep his cool. That is what his dad would do.

The dinner was as silent as Nick expected. Luchasaurus ate happily without a single complaint. He chewed loudly growling when the food fell back on to the plate. Christian sat at the head of the table as if contemplating what exactly he was tasting. Once he was done with his plate he stared at Nick.

"What does this turkey and the Sahara desert have in common?" Christian asked breaking the silence. Luchasaurus moved to get seconds of all the food on the table. "Both are dry,"

"It would have been nice to have some cheese with macaroni and cheese," he shrugged while pointing to the pot of macaroni and cheese. Lucha stopped eating to look at the two men.

"Unfortunately my doctor won't be in until Monday to prescribe me blood pressure meds for all the salt I just ate," he patted his fist against his chest as if to get his heart working.

"I thought I was having mashed potatoes not soup," he sighed in disappointment. He raised the spoon to show the mashed potatoes fall in liquid form. He may have added too much mashed potatoes. Nick gulped taking the verbal abuse of his hard worked meal.

"At least we can use the biscuits you made to choke anyone that gets in our way when I'm confucting business," he hit the hard biscuit against the table. "Or maybe even use those instead of steel chairs to knock someone out,"

"Come on my right hand of destruction. We must prepare for Black Friday," Christian announced and stood up from the table. Lucha followed after him and growled. "Don't worry we will stop at McDonalds before for a real meal,"

The door closed and Nick gasped for air. He hadn't noticed he was breathing. At least they were gone. A small smile appeared on his face. Christian couldn't even stomach Jack's food.

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tagged by @99hook

Rules: shuffle your On Repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people.

1. we fell in love in october- girl in red

2. celings - lizzy Mcalpine

3.ilicit affairs - taylor swift

4.another love - tom odell

5. daylight- david kusher

6. my tears ricochet- taylor swift

7. hall of fame- the script

8. a sky full of stars- coldplay

9.hey soul sister - train

10. sweater weather- the neighbourhood

tagging @haddonfieldwhore @hooksredrum @metalheadfangirl2001 @daddyhausen @aewhookswife @hooke-r @danielgarcias @hooksbabygirl @hopefulatrocity @sydsaint

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Found You- Part 4

Summary: Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: language, violence, blood

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

A/N- To the beautiful woman who has commissioned this mini series, thank you! And I hope you enjoy this new part.

*Months Later*

It had started out as a normal, average day in Alexandria, but life as you knew it turned from peaceful to chaotic within the span of 24 hours.

"Boys, breakfast!" Daryl shouted over his shoulder while flipping pancakes from the frying pan to the plate.

The word 'breakfast' was like a trigger word in the Grimes-Dixon house because every single resident suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Daryl rolled his eyes but didn't stop the greedy hands stealing pancakes from the stack while you stood beside him making your sons sandwiches for school.

"I'll never get sick of waking up to this." Michonne commented, leaning between you both to take a couple pancakes from the bench.

"You and me both." Your father agreed, the two of them vanishing with the food just as quickly as they had appeared.

"They're a little on the burnt side, baby brother." Merle commented walking out the kitchen with a pancake in his hand.

"Make 'em yourself then!" Daryl shot back.

"I think they're good." Little Dean piped up shoving one of the pancakes in his mouth.

"Thanks, kiddo." Daryl smiled, reaching down to ruffle his son's hair. "Why don't ya put it in a bowl ‘n pour some syrup over it? Not too much though."

You put the knife down and pulled out two bowls from the cabinet above your head before holding them out to Dean. He flopped his bitten pancake into one of the bowls before grabbing a few more pancakes from the stack. He evenly divided up the food in the two bowls, one for him and one for his brother like he did every morning.

You went back to cutting up the sandwiches while watching Dean out the corner of your eye with the syrup to make sure he didn't drown the pancakes in too much sugar. But after all this time he seemed to have finally mastered the right amount of syrup to pancake ratio.

Ricky walked into the kitchen a couple minutes later and sat down at the table beside Dean who slid his bowl of pancakes over which Ricky eagerly started to eat, mumbling a 'thank you' with his mouth full of food.

"Ricky, what time-" You started to say before he cut you off.

"I don't wanna be called Ricky anymore." He announced, putting his fork down and looking over at you across the kitchen.

You paused mid slice through the bread before you glanced over at Daryl who met your gaze with an equally confused and surprised expression.

"Okay." You said slowly while turning to give him your full attention. "What do you want to be called?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "dunno."

"Your proper name is Richard." Daryl said, putting the frying pan in the sink before turning to face the boys. "What 'bout that?"

Ricky scrunched his face up, "doesn't Richard mean Dick?"

Merle's laughter echoed out from the lounge room at his nephew’s words but you pointily ignored the eldest Dixon and looked back over at your son.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Carl." Ricky answered, looking down at his empty bowl with an unreadable expression.

"Carl! Get in here!" You shouted, folding your arms across your chest as you leant back against the bench and a few seconds later you brother walked into the room.

"What?" He mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes like he had only just gotten out of bed.

"Why did you tell my son that Richard means Dick?"

That questioned seemed to snap Carl out of his tiredness and he stood up a bit straighter as his eyes swept between you, the boys, Daryl and back to you before he sighed.

"He was talking about not wanting to be called Ricky. I thought it was better for him to hear it from me rather than some other kid at school."

Ricky rolled his eyes, "you just wanted to end the conversation so you could go make out with Enid."

Daryl quickly covered up his laugh with a fake cough and you smirked behind your hand as Carl's eyes widened like his biggest secret had just been exposed. That kid definitely had a crush on this Enid girl.

"He's always hanging around Enid." Dean informed, looking over at you and Daryl.

"I am not." Carl exclaimed defensively.

"Isn't she dating Ron anyway? Why do you spend so much time with her?" Ricky questioned.

"I'm not discussing this with a couple of children."

"Children?" Ricky repeated, with a small chuckle of disbelief. "I'm not even two years younger than you and could kick your ass."

“In your dreams."

"Okay. Let's go." Ricky abruptly stood up from his chair, but Daryl was quick to move and stepped forward, grabbing his son by the back of his shirt.

"Alright, that's enough." Daryl ordered.

"We don't fight with family." You stated, pushing yourself away from the bench and walking over to them.

"Dad and Uncle Merle fight all the time." Ricky grumbled.

"Uncle Merle and I argue all the time. But we don't physically fight." Daryl explained, pushing Ricky back down into his chair.

Merle chose that moment to walk back into the kitchen with a shit eating grin. He opened his mouth about to correct Daryl and inform the kids that the two of them had definitely fought physically while they were younger and even when they were adults, but you quickly pointed at him and gave him a stern look causing Merle to snap his mouth shut instantly.

"We don't fight family. Okay? There's too much we have to fight these days, we shouldn't be fighting each other too." You simply explained, looking between the Dixons and Carl. "Now, Carl come get some breakfast. Boys put your bowls in the sink and go get changed for school."

"Thanks, and I'm sorry." Carl apologised, looking over at Ricky.

"Sorry too." Ricky replied.

Carl nodded before he swiped a few pancakes from the plate on the bench before he walked out the kitchen and went back upstairs to his bedroom.

"You would've won the fight." Dean whispered, leaning over to his brother.

Ricky smirked a little and Daryl snorted as the boys stood up and put their dishes in the sink before wandering off to go get ready for school.

Merle watched them walk off before he turned back towards the two of you, "they're definitely Dixons."

"I don't know if that's a good thing." You sighed, picking up the knife to finish cutting the sandwiches into triangles.

"It probably ain't. But it's funny as fuck." Merle responded.

Daryl rolled his eyes, "don't ever tell 'em about the fights we used to have."

"So, I shouldn't bring up the time you kicked me in the nuts, and I gave you a bloody nose when we were their age?" Merle asked, although by the sheepish tone in his voice it was clear he already knew the answer.

"Never tell that story." You said over your shoulder.

"Oh, come on. It had a nice ending. We made up 'n went squirrel hunting... then nearly got lost in the woods, but we made it back in one piece."

"Barely." Daryl muttered, walking over to the sink to start washing the dishes.

"I got the dishes. You get your brother out the house before I throw this peanut butter sandwich at him." You instructed, wrapping one of the sandwiches while Merle snickered from across the kitchen.

"On it." Daryl replied, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to your temple before he walked out the kitchen, grabbing his brother's arm along the way and dragging him out the room.

You chuckled softly under your breath, wrapping the last sandwich before placing them both on the kitchen table for your sons to grab soon. You got to quick work with the dishes and your father wandered back in with his and Michonne’s plates and grabbed a towel to help.

You handed your father a bowl which he took and began to dry off with a towel, but your eyes lingered on the butterfly stitches still covering the worst of the cuts on his face after the fight he had with Pete not too long ago.

Pete had been dangerous. He needed to be stopped and although a lot of the civilians in town were now fearful and untrusting of your father, you backed him 100% for what he did. Pete had to be stopped, so Rick killed him. It was as simple as that.

"How's the face?" You asked, eyeing the still healing bruises and cuts.

"It's probably seen better days." Your dad admitted with a chuckle. "It's fine though, doesn't hurt."

You nodded satisfied with that answer before you went back to washing the last bowl in the sink before pulling the plug to drain the water.

"Did Daryl tell you that we're doing a test run today?" Rick asked a few seconds later.

“Yeah. Are you sure you don't need me out there? I can help."

"I know you can." Rick smiled, putting the bowl down to look at you. "But we need to keep a few fighters here to look after everyone."

You sighed but didn't argue any further.

A few days prior Rick discovered a giant horde of walkers stuck in the quarry not too far from town. The horde were trapped inside by two semi-trucks blocking the exit, but apparently the trucks looked very close to shifting and once they did, that horde would be led straight to Alexandria.

A horde that size would barge straight through the walls, destroying everything.

So, a plan was set.

With Daryl on his bike, and Merle and Abraham in a car, they were going to lead the horde 20 miles away in the opposite direction. Rick had put together another group to be on either side of the horde and redirecting the dead if they started to veer off track.

The plan sounded simple enough, but you knew it had the possibility of turning south at the drop of a hat.

"Fresh coffee anyone?" Carol asked from somewhere behind you.

You turned around to find the woman standing by the bench pouring herself a cup of coffee. How long has she been standing there for?

"I'd love one, thanks." You wiped your hands on the end of Ricks towel before walking over to Carol who handed you a mug with a gentle smile.

You took a sip of the coffee before making your way out the front door to enjoy the warm drink peacefully on the porch.

"You got a better idea bro?" Daryl's voice snapped.

You looked up to find him and Merle by the motorcycle on the road in front of the house. Daryl was knelt beside the bike and seemed to be securing something with a cable tie while Merle stood behind him with a disapproving scowl.

"Yeah. Don't fucking break it next time."

"Real fuckin' helpful, thanks." Daryl muttered, glaring up at his brother over his shoulder.

Well, so much for drinking your coffee in peaceful silence.

Ricky suddenly walked out the front door with his backpack in his hand, "can I help?"

You looked over at the brothers by the bike before glancing through the front window at the clock on the wall inside the house.

"Only for a few minutes otherwise you'll be late for school." You explained.

"Come hold this for me. You'll be better help then your one-armed uncle over here." Daryl muttered, pointing the spanner at Merle.

"Screw you too." Merle responded.

Ricky dropped his backpack by your feet before running down the porch steps eager to help his dad with the bike. You leant against the railing sipping on your coffee while you watched the three of them together.

Daryl was patient, explaining things to Ricky while he worked, and your son nodded along with a hard look of concentration on his face trying to soak it all in.

"Ricky forgot his sandwich." Dean's voice suddenly said.

You glanced over your shoulder to find your youngest walking out the door with his backpack over his shoulders and his brother’s sandwich in his hand. He spotted Rickys bag by your feet and unzipped it, placing the sandwich inside without having to be asked and you smiled proudly at him.

"Thanks, sweetie. You ready for school?"

Dean nodded, "Carl already left though. He went out the back door."

Carl always walked to school with Ricky and Dean. Why would he sneak out the back door without them?

"He's ditching us for Enid." Dean further explained noticing your confusion.

Of course, he was.

"I can walk you boys to school if you want?"

"It's just down the road, mama." Dean rolled his eyes like your offer was totally ridiculous and you smiled softly at his reaction, but sorta hurt at the same time.

When did your boys get so grown up? It wasn't that long ago you were pushing them around in strollers before the dead were walking.

Time was going too quick.

"Can I just be called Rick? Like Grandpa?" Ricky suddenly said, standing up from where he had been kneeling beside the bike. He looked between Daryl and Merle before glancing over at you with wide hopeful eyes wanting your approval.

"Of course, sweetie. Rick is a good name, isn't it?" You said, glancing down at Dean who nodded.

"I think Rick is a mighty fine name." Your father suddenly said, walking out the front door with Judith in his arms.

"Of course, you do. You're bias." You replied quietly over your shoulder before looking back at Ricky. "You boys should head to school before you're late."

Dean quickly grabbed his brothers backpack before racing down the porch steps and jogging over to him. Ricky grabbed the bag, slinging it over his shoulders before they both waved goodbye as they walked down the street.

"Have a good day!" You shouted after them.

You leant back against the porch railing and watched your boys until they disappeared around the corner in the direction of school.

"Are you able to watch Judith? I gotta talk with Tobin and the others before doing the test run." Rick suddenly said, walking over to you.

"Of course."

He handed you the little girl who had gotten a lot bigger since you first arrived at Alexandria. Why were they all growing up so fast?

"Dixon’s, you good to head out in 20?" Rick asked, walking down the porch towards them and they both nodded.

"I'll go tell Abe and the others." Merle said, already making his way to the house next door.

Daryl continued to tinker away with his bike, and you finally got to enjoy some peacefulness with your morning coffee. Judith sat on your hip while you sipped away at your coffee enjoying the beautiful morning.

You sat down on the porch swing and bounced Judith on your knee. Your baby sister babbled away happily with not a care in the world. She had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow with the horde. So much could go wrong. So much could-

"Stop." Daryl's voice suddenly called out, snapping you from your thoughts.

He walked up the porch steps wiping grease from his hands before tucking the red rag into his back pocket and sitting down beside you.

"I can hear you thinkin'. Stop." He elaborated.

"I just have a bad feeling about this."

"It's gonna be fine. That's why Rick wants to do this test run today. If we find any issues with the plan, we will fix 'em before tomorrow."

Daryl pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his vest and lit one with his zippo before taking a deep drag. He exhaled the smoke with a turn of his head and held the burning cigarette away from Judith who was still in your lap and now fiddling with the dog tags around your neck.

"There's nothin' to worry 'bout." Daryl reassured.

You nodded, "I guess you're right.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence with your coffee and cigarette while Judith cooed and babbled softly to herself. Once Daryl finished his cigarette he reached over and picked up Judith from your lap and held the little girl against his chest, and you weren't surprised when she fell asleep against him almost instantly.

"I kinda miss the boys being this small." He randomly commented.

You glanced over at him taking in Judiths sleeping form and Daryl’s warm smile as he rubbed her back soothingly.

"They look cute as babies, but at least now we don't have any diapers to change or 3am feedings with the boys." You pointed out.

"That stuff ain't so bag."

You raised your eyebrows, "yeah? I'll tell my dad that and he'll have you on diaper duty for Judith."

Daryl snorted softly and opened his mouth to respond, but didn’t get the chance.

"Ready to get this show on the road?" Abraham's voice called out.

You looked up to find the redhead and Merle walking out the house next door. Daryl sighed but stood up and you did as well before he gently handed Judith back to you, the little girl still fast asleep.

"I'll see you later. Be safe." You said, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Carol's making a casserole for dinner. Try not to be late."

Daryl smiled, kissing you again before pulling away, his hand on your shoulder.

"Yes, ma'am."

You rocked Judith in your arms and watched Daryl join up with Merle and Abe before they walked away in the direction of the main gate where Rick and the others were no doubt waiting.

"I think Ron blames me for his father’s death. He hates me now." Jessie admitted with a heavy sigh.

You and Carol had decided to check in on Jessie after Pete's very public death recently. She was relieved that her abusive husband was dead, but her eldest son wasn't too happy.

"He'll come around." You reassured, not really knowing what else to say in this situation.

"How do you know?"

That was a good question.

You didn't know. You didn't know Jessie or Ron very well. But you had forgiven your father. The situations were drastically different, but if you could forgive Rick after spending over a decade hating him, you were sure Ron could forgive his mother.

"How do I know?" You repeated and Jessie nodded. "Because I used to hate Rick."

Jessie's eyes widened into saucers at your words, but you weren't going to tell her the details of that. It was none of her business and you and Rick had moved on.

"Why did you hate him? Rick is such a nice man. He's always so kind and helpful, and I know a few people are weary of him after he killed Pete, but don't worry, I'm not. Rick is a good man."

Right, you had forgotten about Jessie's massive crush on your father.

And now you remembered why you avoided hanging out with her. It felt like the real housewives whenever you hang out with her and the other mothers of Alexandria, all they did was gossip and talk about how attractive Rick Grimes was. You hated it.

"He is a good man, isn't he Y/N?" Carol responded, glancing over at you while hiding her smirk behind a coffee mug.

She knew you didn't like Jessie when she talked about your father. It was just weird listening to a woman gush and swoon over Rick like he was some kind of movie star.

You nodded, trying to play nice, "he is."

"He really is. You're both lucky to have him in your lives. I'll admit, I wasn't too sure of him when you all first showed up, but once he shaved that beard... oh, boy." Jessie continued to ramble, but you drained out her words and turned your attention to Judith who was playing with her toys on the carpet.

"Y/N?"

You looked up to find Jessie standing in the doorway. You hadn’t even realised that she got off the couch.

"I was just saying if Rick ever needs his hair cut, can you tell him that I'll be happy to do it?" She said with a bright smile before she walked out the room.

"I wonder why." You muttered under your breath.

Carol chuckled from the other couch, "give her a break. She just has a little crush on him."

"A little?"

"Okay. A big crush."

"It's gross." You responded.

Carol smirked, "it's entertaining."

"Well, I'm glad my uncomfortableness is entertaining for you." You said sarcastically.

Carol rolled her eyes before standing up from the couch and picking Judith up from the ground. "I'm gonna start making that casserole for dinner."

You quickly stood up too, "don't you dare leave me here with my dad’s wannabe lover."

"It'll be rude if we both just suddenly leave." Carol pointed out.

Yeah. That was true.

Jessie finally returned with a fresh cup of coffee but paused when she noticed you both standing.

"Sorry I-" Carol started to say but you cut her off.

"Sorry I need to go. Now that Pete is gone, it's just me and Denise with some form of medical background. I should go see how she's going. Bye."

You were out the door before either woman could say anything else. Was that rude? Probably. But if you had to sit there and deal with Jessie's over friendliness towards you just because of her crush on your dad, you would snap.

So, you began to make your way down the street because your excuse to leave was actually true. Neither you nor Denise were qualified to be a doctor, but you were the only choice Alexandria had.

You walked through the front door of the infirmary to find Denise sitting on the floor with an open book in her lap and thicker medical textbooks stacked up beside her.

"Hey. How are you doing?"

Denise looked up at your voice, pushing her glasses back in place as she gave you a tight smile.

"I'm okay... it's hard being the new doctor. I'm a little nervous." She admitted.

"I might not be as trained as you, but I still have some medical training and I'm always here to help."

Your words seemed to relax the other woman slightly as she closed the book in her lap and looked up at you properly.

"I'm a psychiatrist. I went to med school. I was even going to be a surgeon, but after the panic attacks I got really interested in psychology. Now I wish I had stuck to being a surgeon." She chuckled nervously. "I'm really trying to lower expectations here."

You smiled, "you and me both. But we can learn and get better together. What are you studying at the moment?"

"Veins and arteries." She answered, picking up the textbook. "Not very exciting."

"Well, let's make it exciting."

The next 30 minutes were spent sitting on the floor of the infirmary together studying the textbook about veins and arteries which, yeah, wasn't that exciting, but Denise appreciated the help.

Denise began writing a cheat sheet on a blackboard and you grabbed a piece of chalk to help her when sudden screaming erupted from outside.

"What the hell?" Denise questioned, looking up from the cheat sheet in confusion.

You were already on your feet and rushing to the window to see what was happening. Your mouth parted in a silent scream when you saw a man standing in the middle of the street cutting the limbs from a dead body on the road.

What the fuck?

A woman suddenly ran screaming from her house across the road, catching the man’s attention and you watched in horror as he threw the axe at her, the blade spearing straight through her chest. Another man marched out the very same house with a knife in his hand, no doubt the reason why she had been screaming in the first place and the man grinned when he saw her dead body.

Holy fuck.

Alexandria was under attack.

"What's going on out- Oh my God!" Denise shrieked, seeing the bodies across the street.

Both men spun around at her voice, and you quickly covered her mouth with your hand and pulled her down below the window out of sight. You held Denise in front of you, neither of you daring to speak. Denise kept her petrified eyes locked with yours and you slowly lowered your hand from her mouth before putting an index finger to your lips in a hushing motion.

Denise nodded ever so slightly before you lifted your head and peaked out the window to find both men marching towards the infirmary. You quickly reached for your knife, but nothing was there.

Looking down you came to the horrible realisation that you had forgotten to put your weapons belt on this morning. It was still sitting on the desk in your bedroom. You hadn’t even thought about it, hell, if you were being honest, you probably hadn’t worn it for a while. You had become complacent in Alexandria. Too complacent.

You spared a quick glance to the front door but knew there wasn’t enough time to lock it.

Shit.

"They're coming. I need a weapon." You whispered, your eyes frantically scanning the room for anything you could use before Denise grabbed a scalpel off the bench beside her.

"I-I can't fight. I don't know how.”

You took the tool from her and stood up, ushing her across the room, "hide in the back room. Use the scissors on the desk and stab anyone who enters. Got it?"

You didn’t wait for her to answer before you closed the door, shutting her away safely before you ducked down behind one of the gurneys just as the front door slammed open.

The men slowly entered, surveying the room as they walked around. You watched their boots from under the gurney, the scalpel gripped tightly in your hand.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are. We know you're in here."

One of them began walking in your direction and you raised the scalpel in front of you defensively. Just as the man stepped past the gurney, you stabbed the blade through his thigh, sliding it in deep to hit the artery.

The man shouted in pain, and you yanked the scalpel out, relieved when blood instantly started to gush from the wound. You jumped to your feet and sprinted across the room away from him and only just managed to duck out the way when his axe came flying through the air. It whizzed past your head and imbedded into the wall behind you with a loud bang.

The man began to rush towards you, but only made it a few steps before his body collapsed to the ground from blood loss, his entire pant leg stained a deep crimson.

The commotion caught the other guy’s attention because he walked out the small room he had been searching and froze when he saw his friend lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His dark eyes flashed over to you and his expression hardened.

"You're fucking dead."

You spun around and grabbed the wooden handle of the axe to pull it from the wall, but it was stuck. You could hear the man getting closer behind you as you pulled and yanked at the axe, but it wouldn't budge.

His footsteps thundered behind you, and you ducked to the left and turned to face him just as the man swung his knife but missed and stumbled forward from the momentum of the swing not expecting you to dodge it. You slashed the scalpel across his throat and jumped backwards trying to put some distance between you.

The man opened his mouth, but no words came out as he grabbed his neck just as blood began to flow from the thin but lethal cut. He gasped and choked, blood seeping between his fingers at his failing attempt to stop the flow, and within a minute, he was dead on the floor.

You quickly knelt and pried the knife from his hand before stabbing the blade through his skull to stop him from turning.

"Denise, it's all clear. You can come out!" You shouted, walking over to the other guy who was now also dead, and you stabbed his head too.

The door to the back room creaked open and Denise hesitantly stepped out with the scissors gripped in her hand tightly. Her eyes flashed between you and the dead bodies in pure shock.

"How-how did you do that?" She stuttered.

"Femoral artery." You said pointing at the first guy before pointing to the other. "And carotid arteries. Turns out that textbook was actually useful."

Denise just stared at you in shock before shaking her head and letting out a hysterical laugh. You smiled, laughing with her. Nothing about this was even remotely funny, but you couldn't help it.

"Do you think there's more?" She asked once she managed to stop laughing.

Your stomach dropped.

The boys.

The clock on the wall told you that school was finished for the day. Where would your kids be?

"I have to find my kids."

"What do I do?"

"Stay here. Lock the door behind me." You instructed and Denise nodded following you to the front door. "I'll come back as soon as I can."

"Go. Be careful." She replied, giving you a nervous smile before you walked out the door and she hurriedly locked it behind you.

You ducked around the side of the infirmary and jogged around the back of Alexandria along the fence line behind the houses, using the buildings as cover compared to the open main street. People were still screaming, and you wanted to help them, but not until you knew your boys were safe. They were the only things that mattered.

Suddenly a crash boomed across the community and the tall wall beside you shuttered before a very loud horn sounded and didn't turn off.

Where the hell was that coming from?

You didn't get long to wonder what was happening because the next thing you knew, your body was slammed into the metal wall, hard. You threw your arm back, trying to stab whoever was attacking you, but they knocked the weapon from your grasp.

The person spun you around, your back now pinned to the wall and you came face to face with a 'W' scarred into the man’s forehead.

Wait... Daryl told you about the people that jumped him and Aaron during their last run out the walls, he said they had W's on their heads. This had to be them.

The man in front of you snarled, exposing his crooked yellow teeth before his hands wrapped around your neck tightly.

He lifted your body until your feet weren’t touching the ground, your back pressed against the wall behind you. The fingers around your throat were like a vice getting tighter and tighter by the second.

The horn was still blasting loudly in the background, drowning out the screams of civilians and you stared at the scarred W, thinking this was the end.

Daryl hadn't been expecting to lead a horde of walkers away from Alexandria today.

The test run had turned into the real thing when one of the trucks blocking the horde in the quarry tipped over and that was all it took for the horde to spill out.

The plan was simple enough. He just had to ride his bike alongside Merle and Abraham in their car, leading the horde down the main road in the opposite direction of Alexandria. The others were going to be on either side of the horde, stopping any stragglers from wandering off and leading the horde away from the road.

It was a simple plan.

So how the fuck did it go so wrong?

Daryl had no idea, but there was shouting and commotion coming from the walkie talkie strapped to his shoulder and he had no clue what was going on.

"Rick!" He shouted into the walkie, raising his voice above the loud rumble of his bike's engine and growls from the dead behind him.

"I'm here."

"What's goin' on back there?"

"Half of them broke off. They're going toward Alexandria." Rick responded through the walkie.

Daryl's heart skipped a beat. Half of the walkers were now heading towards Alexandria? Towards his wife and kids? How did half the horde suddenly turn back around in the opposite direction?

"Towards you?" Abraham's voice questioned over the radio.

"We ran ahead. There's a horn or something loud coming from the east. It's not stopping."

Daryl reached for the walkie on his shoulder and held in the button before shouting, "I'm gonna gas it up, turn back."

"We have it. You keep going." Rick ordered.

Daryl gritted his teeth and shook his head. No, he couldn't just keep going, not when his family were in danger.

"They're gonna need our help." He said instead.

"Gotta keep the herd moving!" Rick insisted over the radio.

"Not if it's goin' down, we don't!"

"The rest of that herd turns around, the bad back there gets worse."

Daryl kept his hand on the walkie, but remained silent as a million different thoughts and scenarios ran through his head and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Rick always called the shots and Daryl usually agreed, but not with this. Not when you and the boys were back in Alexandria where half the herd were heading.

"Daryl?" Rick called through the radio.

"Yeah, I heard ya." He reassured before dropping his hand with a heavy sigh.

He glanced over his shoulder at the herd of walkers behind him before looking over at his brother in the passenger seat of the car. Merle was already looking straight at him with a shake of his head, knowing exactly what Daryl wanted to do.

He rode the bike over closer to the car, "hey! We gone five miles out yet?"

"Give or take some yardage. You got a reason for asking?" Abraham questioned, glancing over at him from behind the wheel.

Merle was still shaking his head, but Daryl chose to ignore it.

"Next intersection we're gonna spin around 'n go back."

"We have our orders, baby brother." Merle reminded. "The plan is to go 15 more."

"Yeah, I'm gonna change that. Five's gonna have to work."

"The magic number's 20. That's the mission. That's making sure they're off munching on infirm raccoons the rest of their undead lives instead of any of us." Abe responded sternly.

"You wanna go, ain't no way we can stop ya. But without you, they could stop us." Merle pointed out, motioning towards the dead behind them. "Y/N can take care of herself. Alexandria will be fine."

Daryl glanced between the two men in the car for a moment before focusing back on the road ahead, deep in thought.

What the hell was he meant to do?

He couldn’t just not do anything when his wife and kids were going to be in danger. And why was a horn honking near Alexandria? Something was definitely wrong, he could feel it in his gut, but he couldn't just leave his brother and Abraham to do this by themselves, could he?

He remained silent, riding the bike for another minute beside the car when his eyes caught a glimpse of an old, faded Alexandria sign on the side of the road from the old days, and that was all the convincing he needed.

"Nah, I got faith in ya!" Daryl shouted, sparing one last glance at his brother and Abraham before he turned the throttle and sped off down the road.

"Daryl!" Merle yelled, but he was already gone.

The man’s bruising grip around your neck was getting tighter. Your vision was starting to fade as you tried and failed to pry his fingers away.

You were going to die. This was it.

"Get away from our mum, asshole!"

A gunshot cracked through the air and the man choking you instantly released you with a cry of pain.

Without him holding you up, you collapsed to the ground on your hands and knees gasping and coughing trying to get air back into your lungs as you grabbed your tender neck.

“Touch her again, I shoot you again.” A familiar voice warned.

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. But standing off to the left was Ricky with a handgun drawn and Dean beside him with his slingshot raised.

Holy shit.

The big man that had been choking you was standing to the side holding his now bleeding arm, but his hard eyes were locked in on Ricky. You reached blindly for your knife that you had dropped earlier just as the man began to charge straight at the kids.

“NO!” You screamed jumping to your feet just as Ricky squeezed the trigger.

The man stumbled back a step grabbing his chest before dropping to the ground, dead.

Ricky killed him.

You quickly picked up your knife from the grass before stabbing him through the skull to make sure he didn’t turn.

"Mama!" Dean called, rushing over and before you could do anything, he flung his arms around your midsection and hugged you tightly.

You sighed with relief and hugged him back before glancing over at Ricky who was still standing there with a trembling gun pointed at the dead man.

You released Dean and slowly walked over to Ricky. His eyes were wide and hands shaking while he stared down at the dead body in pure shock.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay. Give me the gun.” You said gently, carefully reaching down and grabbing the top of the Glock before slowly pulling it out of Rickys grasp. “That’s it. It’s okay. We’re all okay.”

Ricky nodded, his wide eyes finally shifting away from the body until bright blue met your hazel eyes.

“I shot the hell out of that guy, huh?”

You snorted softly at his choice of words before kneeling in front of him and grabbing his shoulder with your free hand.

“You did the right thing, kiddo. You saved us.”

“I just did what dad and Grandpa would’ve done.” Ricky mumbled, shrugging his shoulders like he was trying not to make this a big deal.

It was a big deal though.

He just killed his first person. It was a huge deal, and if the way his body trembled a little in your hold told you anything, he knew it too. Although, like a true Dixon, he wasn’t going to say it.

"Are you okay?" Ricky asked, his eyes shifting down to your neck that was probably already starting to bruise.

You nodded looking both boys in front of you up and down for any injuries, but they seemed to be okay.

"I'm fine. Are you both okay?"

Ricky nodded, glancing over at his little brother, "we're good."

“Where did you get the gun?”

“Rosita.”

“Rosita?” You repeated in confusion and Ricky nodded. “Where is she now?”

“Fighting. She gave me the gun and told us to run and hide.”

"Why are they attacking Alexandria?" Dean asked, glancing over at the dead body.

"Because they are bad men. Really bad men. So, I need you both to be brave for me, okay?"

They instantly nodded before you stood back up and walked over to the dead man. You went through his pockets trying to find anything useful before locating a pocketknife.

Better than nothing.

"Dean, here. To open the pocketknife, you flick the blade open with your thumb just like this.” You demonstrated, holding the knife out and opening it in front of him. “To close it, you do this. So, open, like this. And close like this. Here you try.”

Dean quickly tucked his slingshot in through his belt and grabbed the pocketknife before repeating your actions to open and close the knife with ease.

“Perfect. Good boy. If you have to use it, stab 'em with the pointy end." You instructed and Dean nodded before you held your hunting knife out to Ricky who took it without hesitation. “You okay?” You asked carefully, knowing that killing a man wasn’t easy, especially for a kid.

“I’m good. What’s the plan?” Ricky asked, determination on his face.

“We're going to our house. We’ll be moving quickly and quietly, so stick to me like glue."

"Like glue." They both repeated.

You nodded, "c'mon."

To your relief, the boys listened and were right behind you with each step as you rushed around the back of Alexandria in the direction of your house.

Not even 10 steps later, you ducked down behind a cluster of bushes, pulling your sons down beside you when a man with a machete stepped out the back door of a house.

Droplets of blood beaded down the stained blade while the man stormed around the side of the house, heading for the main road completely oblivious to you three hiding nearby.

The boys remained silent beside you, their wide eyes watching the bad man nervously and once he was out of sight you motioned for them to follow before continuing to make your way to your house.

Ricky and Dean followed you like shadows all the way to the house and you opened up the back door only to be met with a barrel of a rifle.

"Easy. Easy. It's me." You hurriedly said, raising your hands as you looked over the gun at your brother.

His eyes widened and he quickly lowered it before stepping to the side letting you three into the house. You locked the back door behind you before glancing around the house, realising that Carl was alone.

"Where are the others?"

"Judith is locked in her room. Carol is out there somewhere, and Dads group isn't back yet." Carl answered.

Shit. Okay. That meant most of Alexandria’s fighters weren't here.

Carol, Maggie, Rosita, Tara and Aaron. Were they the only others left in the town that could fight? Surely there were others that could fight. There had to be.

"Okay. You boys stay inside, guard the house and protect Judith." You ordered.

Carl nodded, "nobody is getting inside this house."

"Wait, you're not going back out there, are you?" Dean asked in sudden panic.

"That woman nearly killed you." Ricky reminded.

"I have to go. These attackers don't have guns, so I can't let them find the armoury." You explained because if these people found all the guns, the community was screwed.

"Then I'll come with you." Ricky responded.

"No. You need to stay here. Give me the knife and take this.” You said, holding out the Glock towards him.

“But you need it.”

“I’ll get a gun from the armoury. Take it. Protect Judith and protect each other, okay?"

Your eldest looked like he wanted to argue further but realised now was not the time, so he reluctantly nodded trading the knife for the Glock before you glanced over at Carl.

"We got this." Your brother insisted. "Go."

"Lock it behind me." You instructed, walking through the back door once again.

You didn't leave until you heard the click of the bolt confirming that the door was locked.

The armoury was priority number one.

You needed to secure the armoury, get a gun and then find the others. One-on-one against these guys would be bad but if you were together, you'd stand a chance.

The loud honking had finally stopped, but you barely noticed while you ran along the side of the house, peaking out into the main street.

There were a few attackers running around with various melee weapons, but none had any guns. Good.

Once the attackers had turned their backs, you sprinted along the side of the street while they weren’t looking. You ducked and weaved out of trees and bushes for cover until someone suddenly stepped out from behind a porch and yanked you behind the porch steps.

You raised your knife to attack the person, but then they quickly lowered the bandana from their face and removed the black hood over their head.

"Carol?" You whispered in shock.

She was wearing their clothes and had W painted on her forehead with what looked to be blood. She was camouflaging with them. Genius.

"It's me. Here."

She pulled out a scoped rifle from her shoulder which you quickly grabbed, pulling the bolt back to check the chamber before throwing it over your shoulder with the strap.

"You went to the armoury?" You asked as she pulled out a handgun and handed it over as well.

"Yeah, it's secure. Olivia is locked inside with a gun to shoot anyone who tries to enter." She explained like she could read your mind. "There's not many left. Morgan doesn’t want to kill them, but you can."

Wait, Morgan was back? Why was he back and not the others?

"You can count on me." You replied, figuring those questions could wait.

Carol handed over spare magazines which you hastily pocketed before a scream across the street caught your attention.

You leant out from behind the porch step and quickly pulled the rifle from your shoulders when you spotted a woman sprinting from a man with a knife.

Holding the butt of the gun securely against your shoulder, you lined up the crosshairs of the scope with the man before aiming slightly in front of him and squeezing the trigger.

"Nice shot." Carol observed from beside you as the man's body fell to the ground, dead. "I can blend in with these people, but I need you up high with that sniper. Can you do that?"

You glanced up at the house behind you noting the upstairs window. That would work.

"Give me a minute to get into place and I'll be your sniper."

Carol nodded before you jumped to your feet and rushed up the porch steps into a stranger’s house. You had no idea whose house this was, but it didn't matter. Nobody was inside and within a minute, you had the window open on the second floor with the sniper raised.

Carol was still hidden by the porch steps waiting for you to get into position. You weren't entirely sure how to signal to her that you were ready, but when you spotted another attacker across the street, you lined up the sights and fired a shot.

The man, like the other, instantly fell to the ground, dead.

A few seconds later, Carol dashed across the street and stabbed her knife into the two men you had just killed, hitting their brains so they couldn't come back to life.

You watched Carol through the scope as she made her way around the community camouflaging in with the attackers and stabbing them when they least expected it, and the ones that fought back, you easily shot.

She was badass. No other word for it.

During your time in Alexandria, Carol had been playing the 'innocent housewife' she had the whole community of Alexandria fooled into thinking that she was a weak defenceless woman, but you knew the truth, and despite the situation, it was nice to see her in action.

You pulled the bolt back, ejecting the empty bullet shell just when you caught a glimpse of Aaron fighting with a man down beside a house further down the road.

Actioning the bolt, you loaded a bullet in the chamber before lining up the crosshairs over the bad guy’s head, but you couldn't pull the trigger, not when Aaron was in the line of fire. He continued to fight against the man, but it was a losing battle, and he clearly knew it too.

Aaron took a swing at his attacker causing the bad man to stumble back a step at the unexpected hit and that was all you needed before you squeezed the trigger. The gunshot rung out across the community and the man fell to the ground with a bullet hole through his head.

Aaron jumped backwards in surprise, his wide eyes scanning his surroundings trying to locate where the gunshot had come from before he spotted you up in the window and he nodded his thanks. You gave him a two fingered salute before actioning the bolt again and scanning Alexandria through the scope.

"Glenn. I'm in place by my best guess. You guys make it back yet?" Ricks voice suddenly said through the radio, followed by silence. "Glenn? Tobin, you there?"

Daryl's bad feeling from earlier was worsening by the second when the others stopped responding through the radio.

"Daryl?" Rick said after a few beats of silence.

He reached for the radio with his free hand, "I'm here."

"Won't be long now." Rick explained, relief evident through his tone after someone replied to him. "They're almost here. I'll get them going your way again."

"How 'bout that, brother? He's gonna be comin' our way." Merles cocky voice suddenly said over the radio and Daryl fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"There's gunfire coming from back home." Rick suddenly said.

Daryl squeezed the brakes so hard, he nearly crashed the bike as he came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road.

"What?!" He shouted into the radio.

"There's gunfire coming from Alexandria." Rick repeated calmly. "We gotta sit with it and hope they can handle it. I think they can. They have to."

"And if they can't? Y/N is in Alexandria, Rick!" Daryl all but shouted.

"I know. But we have to keep going forward for her, for them all. Can't turn back 'cause we're afraid."

"We ain't afraid." Abraham's voice pipped up.

"Going back now before it's gone, that'd be for us." Rick continued to say.

"Man, I don't give a shit. My wife 'n kids are in trouble." Daryl snapped, unable to hold back his anger any longer as he tapped the bike into gear and sped off down the road.

He couldn't risk losing them. Not now. Not after everything you guys had survived. He couldn't. He wouldn't survive if they didn't. No way.

"You think I don't know that?!" Rick snapped back. "She might be your wife, but Y/N is my daughter. She's my little girl. I hate this as much as you do. Carl and Judith are back there too, but we have to do this for them. Y/N and the others can handle whatever is going on. I know my daughter can do it and she will. Look, the herd has to be almost here-"

Ricks voice got cut off by sudden gunfire through the walkie talkie and Daryl hastily grabbed the walkie from his shoulder, heart pounding in his chest.

"Rick? Rick?!"

When he didn't receive any answers, he skidded the motorcycle to a rapid halt in the middle of the road once again.

"Rick? Rick? Rick?" He continued to shout, but no answer.

He growled letting go of the walkie and grabbing both handlebars. His fingers tightened around them as he lowered his head and took in a few deep breaths to calm himself.

He had to go back. He had to finish the job and help lead the remaining horde away.

"Fuck!" He screamed in frustration before pulling the clutch in and turning around.

You had lost count of the number of bad guys you had shot, but by the amount of bullet casings on the floor by your feet, it was a lot.

There was no sign of anymore bad guys though. The streets of Alexandria below were finally quiet. No more screaming, no crying, no horn honking, nothing.

Was it over?

God, you hoped it was over.

Throwing the rifle over your shoulder, you stood up from your position by the window before making your way downstairs and out the house.

You walked down the main street of Alexandria with your handgun grasped firmly by your side as you took in the sight around you. Dead bodies of innocent Alexandrians littered the empty street like a massacre. The bodies of the attackers laid dead around you too, blood staining the bitumen road and once green grass of the community.

It felt like you were in a scene from a horror movie while you stepped over the dead, stabbing them all through the skulls just to be on the safe side.

"Help-help me, p-please." A weak voice suddenly called out.

Your head snapped to the side and your eyes widened when you saw one of the Alexandrian housewives laying on their front lawn in a pool of their own blood.

Fuck, that wasn't good.

You rushed over, dropping to your knees beside the woman to find a very large gash across her stomach that was bleeding heavily, too heavily. The woman reached up, grabbing your shirt for dear life, her bloodied fingers staining your white shirt a bright crimson.

"It's okay. I got you. It's okay." You reassured, pulling your unzipped jacket off before bundling it up and pressing it down against her stomach causing the woman to cry out in pain. "Shh. It's going to be fine. You're going to be fine."

That was a total lie, and she probably knew it too.

There was too much blood. Even if you could get her to the infirmary, her entire stomach was cut open and there was no way you nor Denise would be able to do that kind of surgery to fix it.

Her body was trembling below you, but you kept pressure on the large wound because you weren't sure what else to do. Although, after a couple of minutes her fingers fell from your shirt and her body stilled.

She was dead.

"Shit." You let out a shaky sigh, dropping your hands from the bloodied jumper against her stomach.

Warm blood dripped from your fingers onto the grass as you sat there on your knees unmoving while you stared down at her.

"She's gone." Morgan's voice suddenly said.

Yeah, no shit.

You glanced over your shoulder to find the man walking over to you, his wooden staff resting on his shoulder.

"I know." You sighed, "where are the others? What happened?"

"The trucks at the quarry fell. We had to do the plan now."

"Now? As in move the horde now?" You questioned in pure shock, and he nodded. "But that horn from earlier-"

"Is drawing half the herd here, right now. Yes."

"Fuck." You hissed under your breath. "What caused the horn?"

"A truck hit the front wall. Those attackers tried to break it down. It didn't work."

"Is the wall still standing?"

"It is." He nodded, and you sighed with relief.

If half that herd of walkers was heading straight for Alexandria, you needed that wall up. Although, you weren't entirely sure how useful any of these walls would be against a large herd. If enough of them pushed against it, it would break.

You slowly stood up on unsteady feet. All your adrenaline from earlier disappearing fast as the shock of this whole situation started to set in.

"Are you okay?" Morgan asked, noticing your unsteadiness.

Nope.

"Yeah."

Daryl, Rick and Merle were still out there somewhere. The street of Alexandria was covered in dead bodies. A herd of walkers were heading straight for the community. No, you definitely weren't okay.

"I gotta go." You said, already walking off in the direction of the infirmary.

There wasn't much you could do for the dead, but you could at least help Denise with the injured. However, when you stepped through the front door of the infirmary you realised that there weren’t any patients inside, alive ones at least.

Denise was halfway through covering a woman’s body with a blanket over one of the gurneys when she paused and looked up, hearing the front door open.

Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, but seemed to be determined to not let them fall as she gave you a sad smile and lowered the blanket over the blonde woman’s head.

"Is it over?" Denise asked, her voice so small you nearly missed it.

"It's over." You confirmed.

She sighed with relief before collapsing down on the stool by the bench that Tara was sitting at.

"How many are injured? I can help you guys-" Tara started to say before you cut her off.

"None. All the ones that were injured are dead. I tried to save... it doesn't matter." You sighed, looking down at your bloodstained shirt and hands.

"Some doctors we are." Denise mumbled, glancing over at the body under the blanket.

"At least you guys tried to save them. I mean, Holly had pretty bad wounds, there wasn't much you could do Denise, and Y/N, by the amount of blood on your shirt, I'm guessing there wasn't a lot you could do either, but you both still tried. That's gotta count for something." Tara insisted, looking between you both.

"I second that fact. You both are a lot braver than I am." Eugene said, speaking up for the first time across the room.

If you were being honest, you hadn't even realised the man was here which was probably very bad on your part, but it had been a long day.

Satisfied that your assistance wasn't needed in the infirmary, you returned back outside to find Michonne and a few of the others now inside Alexandria. But the relief of seeing them was only short lived.

After a brief conversation with Michonne, it was clear that the plan from earlier with the herd at the quarry went to shit. A lot of people died. Glenn and a few others were still missing. Daryl, Merle and Abraham were still trying to lead the main herd away with vehicles while Rick was out there somewhere trying to use the RV to drive the herd coming to Alexandria away.

It was chaos, and there was nothing you could do to help.

"Glenn will find a way to signal that he's alive." Michonne told Maggie.

"She's right." You backed up, looking between the two women. "He'll be fine. They all will be."

Maggie gave you a small smile as she nodded, but you could tell she was still worried. Hell, so were you, but you didn't want to say that aloud.

You wandered over to the ladder tied against the watch platform before you began to climb up to get a look at the truck that had apparently crashed into the front wall.

There was a large wooden tower-like structure just outside of Alexandria. It provided a good lookout point for the community. You had been up there many times, and it appeared that the truck the attackers were driving had crashed into the lower base of the tower before hitting the wall.

The tower now had a large crack through the middle of it but was still standing and must have slowed the truck down enough before it hit the wall because there wasn't much damage.

You had been expecting to find metal panels bent in or worse, fallen over, but the wall's structure was perfectly fine which was a miracle in itself.

"Open the gate!" A faint yet familiar voice shouted in the distance.

You turned your attention away from the tower and your jaw dropped in horror when you saw the mass number of walkers in the distance heading straight towards Alexandria.

Oh, no.

"Open the gate! Open the gate now!" Rick's voice shouted.

Wait, was he with the herd?

You quickly pulled the rifle from your back and looked through the scope towards the walkers and your stomach dropped when you spotted your father sprinting a few paces ahead of the herd, desperately trying to get to Alexandria before the dead.

"Open the gate!" You shouted, lowering the gun and looking down at Michonne and Maggie, who seemed to have already heard your fathers’ shouts and were yanking the front gate open.

Raising your rifle, you rested your head against the stock while looking through the scope towards your father only to find that a few walkers had stumbled out from the sides of the road, cutting him off.

Shit.

Without hesitation, you lined up the walkers and began to take them out one by one, creating a clear path for him to run. Rick spared a quick glance up at the watch platform noticing it was you with the rifle before he stopped trying to dodge the oncoming walkers, trusting you to take them out while he simply focused on running for his life.

The sudden pressure caused your finger to tremble against the trigger, but you made sure every single shot counted. You took the walkers down until your father finally sprinted through the front gate and the girls closed it behind him.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief, ejecting the last casing from the chamber before throwing the rifle over your shoulder and hurriedly rushing down the ladder of the watch platform.

Rick was hunched over by the gate, his hands resting on his knees as he breathed heavily, sucking in fast deep breaths. His body was trembling and covered in sweat like he had just run a marathon to get here which he probably did.

His left hand was bleeding from what appeared to be a cut on his palm, but other than that he didn't appear to have any other physical injuries.

"Dad, are you okay?" You questioned, rushing over.

Your voice had him lifting his head instantly and he stumbled a few steps towards you before he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you desperately.

"Thank God. Thank God. Thank God." He mumbled repeatedly while breathing heavily.

The hug caught you off guard, but you were quick to hug him back as you stared over his shoulder at the front gate where you were met with the rotten faces of walkers pressed against it, trying to get inside.

The sea of the dead had now reached Alexandria.

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