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daughter of the deadlands â 01
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a/n: hi !! welcome to the official start of dotd !! i do have to admit that the first couple of chapters may be a bit boring, but itâs just a look into madelineâs relationships with everyone but i promise itâll get better ! i hope :]
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MADELINE GRIMES sat on a log at the edge of the camp, her damp hair clinging to her back as the warm georgia sun beat down on her. she had just gotten back from the quarry that was just a short walks away which was her only option to clean herself. ever since society had fell and the dead rose, basic things like having a shower or washing her hair were extremely limited.
her gaze drifted to her younger brother, carl, sitting at a makeshift table with a math book in front of him. his brows were furrowed, and his tongue stuck out between his lips, and it almost made her laugh. he was good at math, but that didnât stop him from protesting. after all, why did he have to do math when school wasnât even a thing anymore? but her mother, lori, as always, just ignored his complaints and insisted he do his homework.
madeline was grateful to be sixteenâold enough to avoid sitting with the younger kids and doing homework. besides, she was a straight-A student before everything went to hell. top of her class in nearly every subjectâexcept phys ed. she hated sports. but everything else? easy Aâs. she didnât need to be sitting with the kids and working on fractions.
lost in her thoughts, madeline didnât hear shane approach from behind until his hand landed on her shoulder. shane had been in her life since she could remember, being her dadâs best friend and all. she jumped, immediately scowling as she turned to face him. she hadnât liked shane since her dad died. he had this hero complex, always trying to step into rickâs shoes. he claimed he was just protecting their family, but madeline wasnât stupid. she saw the way he acted around loriâthe way theyâd sneak off into the woods together. they acted like rick had never existed, and it made her sick.
âhey, maddie,â shane said, sitting down next to her. she dropped her gaze to her shoesâher beloved converse. at least sheâd gotten them for christmas before everything fell apart. âyou doinâ okay?â he asked, his brown eyes full of concern for the girl, but she never believed it was genuine. there was just something different about him now. far from the shane she used to know.
madeline wanted to ignore him, but she knew better. her mom would just get mad and remind her to be politeâhe was âuncle shaneâ after all. that didnât stop the uncomfortable feeling in her gut. âiâm fine,â she muttered, inspecting her nails. she really didnât care how they looked; she just hoped shane would leave her alone. thatâs all she wanted nowadays; to be left alone.
he sighed, and she had to fight back a smile. she knew she got under his skin when she barely spoke to him. it was one of the few small joys she had left: annoying shane.
âyou eaten today, kid?â he asked, removing his cap to run a hand through his hair before putting it back on. madeline nodded, a small âyepâ coming from her lips, keeping her answers short. she hoped heâd take the hint and leave, and, after a moment, he did. âalright, well⊠let me know if you need anything, âkay?â with that, he got up and walked back toward the camp.
her gaze lingered on him for a moment as he walked back towards the rest of the group, specifically her mother. the cocky swagger in his step was prominent, but you could also tell he was stressed. everyone was. and she did feel bad, but he just tried way too hard in her eyesâ making himself the self proclaimed leader of the group, and everyone seemed to go along with it just because he had been a cop.
since learning about rickâs shooting, and the beginning of the apocalypse, madeline had withdrawn from everyone. she would constantly replay those moments in her mind; her mother sitting at the kitchen counter in their house, waiting for her eldest child to come home from school to break the news to her sixteen year old that her father was in a coma, and they didnât know if he would wake up. and then she remembers a few weeks, maybe a month, later when lori had come into her room, telling her to pack her stuff because they were leaving nowâ without her dad. it had felt like a punch to the gut. shane had gone back to the hospital during that time too, later âconfirmingâ rickâs death, claiming heâd checked for a heartbeat and found nothing. ever since then, madeline barely spoke to anyone.
it wasnât just their family and shane at the atlanta camp either. other survivors had joined them. there were the peltiersâed, carol, and their daughter sophia, who was close in age to carl. then the morales family: morales, miranda, and their two kids, eliza and louis jr. the harrisonsâ with andrea and amy. t-dog and jacquie, known as the douglas family, were there too.
glenn, dale, and the dixons also made up the group. madeline liked glenn; he was always kind, and they bonded over movies. he was a little older than her, only in his early twenties. dale let her borrow books from his rvâthough most of them were boring, she appreciated the gesture from the older male.
as for the dixons, lori and shane didnât want her or carl speaking to them. not that she was planning on it. merle pissed her off the most, especially when he called her âgirlie.â daryl, on the other hand, wasnât so bad. he didnât talk much anyway.
deciding sheâd had enough of the sun, madeline stood and made her way toward the rv to find a new book, considering she had finished the copy of âto kill a mocking birdâ. most of daleâs books were old classics she had already read, but beggars couldnât be choosers. once she was halfway there, she heard the c.b. radio crackle to life.
âhello. hello. can anybody hear my voice?â
it was a manâs voice, but the static made it hard to understand. madeline watched as amy, dropping the sticks she was carrying, scrambled to grab the mic. she knew finding other survivors was important, but why bother? it was just going to turn to shit for them in the long run.
if there was a long run.
she furrowed her brows at the commotion but kept walking. dale had given her free rein to the rv, and she appreciated the quiet escape it offered. once inside, she looked through the stacks of books and grabbed a copy of the catcher in the ryeâ another classic she had already read, but she didnât mind it.
as she stepped back outside, book in hand, she spotted shane now trying to respond through the radio.
âhello, hello. is the person who called still on the air? this is officer shane walsh broadcasting to person unknown. please respond.â
madeline rolled her eyes. shaneâs insistence on clinging to his cop identity annoyed her. it was like he craved the authorityâ the respect. and it worked on everyone else but her.
she used to be kind to himâ hell, she used to love him, she really did. sometimes heâd pick her up from school in the patrol car when her parents had to go to the school for carl, or heâd always make sure to pick up a new barbie doll for her, every single birthday, but things were different now. and she resented him.
âheâs gone,â shane said, glancing up at the group gathered around himâlori, carl, dale, amy, and a few others.
âthere are others,â lori said softly, âitâs not just us.â
from the doorway of the rv, madeline watched. she didnât care much for the conversation anyway. instead, she turned back inside to sit at the small table and opened her book, letting her head rest on her hand as she read.
lost in her own little world as she read the angsty words of holden caulfield, she hadnât noticed carl make his way into the rv until he was interrupting her.
âmaddie?â carl was one of the only ones that called her maddieâ besides her parents of course. usually, she preferred âmadsâ, only because growing up she had been bullied by a girl called maddie, but she didnât really care anymore. the other maddie was probably dead now, anyway.
âhey, buddy. whatâs up?â she asked, folding the corner of her page and closing the book. she probably shouldnât fold the pages of other peopleâs books, but she didnât have a bookmark.
âmomâs mad at shane,â he whispered, sliding into the seat across from her, his chin resting in his hands as he pouted at her. âshe wanted to put signs up on the highway to warn people about the city, but shane wonât let her.â
madeline sighed, nodding as she stood up. she could care less if their mom was mad at shane. if it kept him away from her, let her be mad. âcâmon, letâs check on her,â she said, ruffling carlâs hair before following him to their tent. she noticed the tension between her mom and shane. she had noticed it ever since she had realised that shane had a thing for her mom, but she never said anything, because lori had never acted on it. not until now, that was.
âmom?â carl called as they approached, and when shane stepped out of the tent, madeline almost scoffed.
âwhatâs up, bud? sheâs inside. go on,â shane said, ruffling carlâs hair before walking past them, his gaze lingering on madeline.
making her way to the opening of the tent, lori smiled at them both. she knelt in front of carl, holding his hands. âdonât worry, your mamaâs not going anywhere, okay?â her voice was soothing, playful even, like when madeline was younger. she nodded reassuringly at carl. âyeahâyeah?â she smiled as carl nodded back. âgood, now go finish your chores.â
madeline stood silently, arms crossed, watching her brother run off. then she turned to her mother. âso, youâre sneaking around with uncle shane now?â she narrowed her eyes, seeing the guilt wash over loriâs face. âreal classy, mom.â
âmadeline, itâs not what youââ but madeline wasnât listening. before lori could finish, she turned on her heel and stormed off toward the quarry, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
the gravel crunched under her shoes as she hastily made her way towards the quarry, her arms still tightly crossed over her chest, jaw clenched as she fought the growing knot in her stomach. she could hear footsteps behind her but she didnât slow downâshe already knew it was lori.
âmadeline, please! wait!â lori called out, but madeline ignored her, making her way to the edge of the quarry. she stopped by the water, staring out over the still surface, her back stiff and unyielding. she just wished she could keep storming off, wanting to just keep walking until she dropped dead, but the water in front of her prevented that.
lori finally caught up, her breathing labored as she approached. âmaddie, you canât just walk off like that.â
madeline didnât turn around. her voice was cold, distant. âwhatâs the point in staying? so i can watch you and shane pretend like dad never existed?â
loriâs face crumpled, the words hitting hard. âthatâs not what weâre doing,â she whispered, trying to hold on to her composure. âyou donât understand⊠this world isnât the same anymore. heâsââ her voice cracked. âheâs gone, maddie.â
âyeah, and you just moved on, didnât you?â madeline spat, turning on her heel to face her mother. âdad wasnât even dead before you started playing house with shane. how could you do that to him?â she knew she was being harsh, but she was speaking nothing but the truth. and if the truth hurt, then so be it. lori needed to know.
loriâs eyes glistened with tears, guilt etched into every line of her face. âmaddie, shane was just trying to helpââ
âhelp?â madelineâs voice rose, anger spilling out in every word. she wasnât one to get mad like this, not at her mom anyway. but she had been on edge since everything happened. she was finally bursting at the seams. âheâs not helping us. heâs helping you. youâre both acting like dad never existed, like he never mattered!â
âthatâs not true,â lori said, stepping closer, her voice trembling. âyour dad mattered. he mattered more than anything, but we didnât have a choice. we had to survive.â
madeline scoffed, turning away again. âsurvive? by running off into the woods together? thatâs how you survive?â
lori shook her head, her own anger mixing with grief. âit wasnât like that, mads. you donât know what itâs been like for me, for us. i had to make decisions. i had to keep you and carl safeââ
âsafe?â madeline snapped, cutting her off. âdonât pretend this is about me and carl. this is about you not wanting to be alone. you didnât even try to hold on. you didnât wait. you just gave up.â she knew she was being mean, but she couldnât help it. madeline had given up, herself.
loriâs breath hitched, tears slipping down her cheeks. âi never gave up on your father,â she whispered, her voice shaking. âi loved himâi still love him. but heâs gone, madeline. what was i supposed to do?â
madelineâs eyes filled with tears she refused to let fall. it hurt her, listening to how she was making her mom cry, but madeline was angry. âyou were supposed to remember him. you were supposed to wait,â she said, her voice breaking.
the silence between them was thick, suffocating. lori took a tentative step forward, reaching out to touch her daughterâs arm, but madeline flinched away, pulling her arms around her body, as if trying to protect the pieces of herself that still ached.
âmaddieâŠâ loriâs voice was soft, desperate. âiâm trying. iâm just trying to hold this family together.â
madelineâs eyes burned with unshed tears as she turned to face her mother. âyouâre not holding us together. youâre replacing him. and you donât even care.â
loriâs face crumpled, her heart breaking at the accusation. âi do care,â she whispered, her voice barely audible. âi think about him every day. i miss him every day.â
madeline looked away, back to the water. her voice was softer now, but the hurt was still there, raw and exposed. âyou donât act like it.â
lori swallowed hard, wiping at her tears. âi canât bring him back, maddie. i wish to god i could, but heâs gone. and weâre still here. we have to keep going, even if it hurts.â
madelineâs silence stretched on, the only sound the soft ripple of the quarry. she didnât respond, her face set in that same defiant expression that had become her shield since her fatherâs death.
lori took a deep breath, realizing she wasnât going to get through to her, at least not today. âiâm here, maddie,â she said quietly, her voice full of emotion. âwhenever you want to talk, iâm here.â
madelineâs eyes stayed locked on the water, her expression unreadable. âyou can go back to shane now,â she muttered bitterly.
lori opened her mouth to say something more, but the weight of madelineâs words silenced her. she turned slowly and began to walk back toward camp, her footsteps heavy as she left madeline standing alone by the quarry, lost in her anger and grief.
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daughter of the deadlands â prologue
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a/n: hi guys ! welcome to my new fic ! daughter of the deadlands is something iâve been slowly working on over the last few weeks, trying to get a few chapters written up so i can keep up, but i wanted to give you guys the prologue ! itâs not much, but iâm really excited for you guys to read it !
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eleven years ago.
the soft afternoon sun filtered through the leaves in the oak tree in the backyard, casting playful shadows on the grass below. madeline grimes, with her brown curls bouncing as she ran, squealed in delight as she ran away from her father, rick grimes. he was crouched low, pretending to be a monster, his arms outstretched and a playful growl rumbling from his throat.
âroar! iâm the tickle monster, and iâm coming to get you!â rick exclaimed, feigning ferocity as he reached out for her, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
madeline giggled uncontrollably, her laughter filling the air. âdaddy, no! iâm ticklish!â she darted away from him, her tiny feet pounding against the ground as she took refuge behind the wide trunk of the tree.
âcome here, little girl! you canât escape the tickle monster!â rick called out to her, grinning as he feigned a lunge towards her.
she peeked out from her hiding spot, her big brown eyes wide with excitement. âyouâll never catch me!â with that, she took off again, her giggles echoing through the yard.
rick pursued her, his heart light as he enjoyed these precious moments. he loved watching madeline play, her imagination running wild. she was his little adventurer, always ready to turn any ordinary day into an extraordinary one.
after a few rounds of being chased by her father, madeline finally decided to confront him. she stopped in her tracks, hands on her hips as she tried to look serious despite the gleam of mischief in her eyes. âyouâre just a silly monster, daddy!â
rick laughed, kneeling to her level. âoh really? iâm a silly monster, am i? what if i do this?â he wiggled his fingers, slowly inching towards her.
âno!â the five year old girl shrieked, her laugher bubbling up as she tried to back away, but he was too quick for her, and before she knew it, he was upon her, his fingers tickling her sides.
âgotcha!â he exclaimed, and madeline erupted into fits of laughter, writhing on the grass as he tickled her mercilessly.
âstop, stop!â she better between giggles, her cheeks flushed red with joy. âi canât breathe!â
rick finally relented, pulling back with a grin as he looked down at her daughter, her hair messy with leaves caught in her brown strands, and her eyes sparkling with happiness. âokay, okay! the tickle monster is defeated!â
madeline laid back on the grass, catching her breath, giggles still erupting from her lips every few seconds. âyouâre the best daddy ever,â she spoke, her voice sincere and full of warmth.
rickâs heart swelled with love and pride. he leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead. âand youâre the best little girl. you know that, right?â
madeline nodded her head, her face breaking into a wide smile. âcan we have ice cream now?â she asked as she sat up, her little hands moving to smooth out her hair, trying to untangle the leaves from her locks.
rick chuckled, standing up and offering her his hand. âabsolutely. a big bowl of strawberry ice cream for the best little girl in the world, coming right up!â
madeline took his hand, letting him pull her up before he was hoisting her into his arms, resting the young girl on his hip as they walked towards the house. madeline felt safe and cherished, the world feeling just right in that moment. she knew that as long as her daddy was by her side, there was nothing they couldnât tackle together.
in the warmth of that sunny afternoon, everything was perfect.
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daughter of the deadlands masterlist ( grimes daughter au )
updated october 2nd. 2024 ; scrapped/on hiatus
hiii ! welcome to my grimes ( eldest ) daughter au, daughter of the deadlands !
here you can find chapters, moodboards, headcanons, and anything else i post for dotd !
daughter of the deadland fic;
- intro
- prologue | one |
moodboards;
- 01
headcanons;
- to be announced
playlist;
- to be announced
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daughter of the deadlands ; scrapped/on hiatus
moodboard 01 â the grimes family
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slay i have the first three chapters of daughter of the deadlands written up
now itâs time for me to sleep :]
keep your eyes peeled over the next few days for the OFFICIAL first chapter of dotd ! iâm excited for you guys to read it đ«¶đ»
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chapter 01 of daughter of the deadlands is queued up to be posted in about 7 hours! iâm very excited for you guys to read the first chapter and meet madeline đ«¶đ»
please donât forget to like, reblog, and/or comment to show your support ! my ask box is open too if youâd like to chat !
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daughter of the deadlands ; scrapped/on hiatus
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madeline âmaddieâ grimes.
âthe dead donât haunt me. itâs the living i canât forget.â
she was just a teenager when the world began to fall apart. one moment, everything was normal. the next, society collapsed, the dead rose, and nothing was ever the same. as the eldest daughter of a man who would become a legend in the apocalypse, she learned early that survival wasnât a choice.
it was the only option.
as the apocalypse unfolds, madeline is forced to grow up fast, learning to survive in a world where danger lurks around every corner. with every passing day, the weight of leadership and responsibility presses down on her, especially as she watches her father take on the role of the groupâs leader.
caught between the person she once was and the woman she must become, madeline struggles to find her place in a world where every choice comes with a cost.
a grimes!daughter au, based on amcâs the walking dead. following the life of madeline grimes, rick and loriâs eldest daughter, during the apocalypse.
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