#(I also hope apple cider turns out okay bc I love apple cider and that season is coming up)

[thelastspeecher]

testing different foods so I can know whether to keep them out of my diet or add them back in update:

mandarin oranges are a no-go in a v big way

but regular oranges are a-okay

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Haunted House

(Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Request: What about a haunted house with Stiles?? I love the adrenaline rush but also I think it would be hilarious for someone who deals with literal supernatural creatures to go to a haunted house 😂

Word count: 1,315

Warnings: none, just haunted house shenanigans

Notes: I added Scott bc I couldn’t help myself, hopefully that’s okay! Also, send me more fall themed requests bc I’m obsessed!!

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A high pitched scream echoed through the small hallway, making you recoil back in fear.

A broad-shouldered figure rammed into your front as they tried scurrying away from whatever had startled them. The boy turned to face you, his chocolate eyes wide with panic.

“What? What was it?” A shaky voice rushed out from behind you.

“I don’t know. I thought I saw something.” The boy’s eyebrows rose sheepishly as he shrugged.

You slapped a hand against his chest for scaring you unnecessarily. “Scott, get it together. You’re literally a fucking werewolf!”

He frowned at you, offended by your accusatory tone. This haunted house was scary as shit already, and the three of you had barely gotten ten feet inside. Werewolf or not, this was not his idea of fun.

As if on cue, an angry voice shouted urgently from the entrance. “Get a move on! We have a line out here!”

“You heard her.” You swept your arm forward, gesturing for him to finish leading the way.

He scoffed, already feeling terrified enough for one night. “No way.”

You swiveled around to look at the boy behind you, catching a glimpse of his wide-eyed expression before he forced it into a more neutral one. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat, glancing between his two partners-in-crime quickly.

“Fine. Sure. I-I’m not even scared, so...” He brushed past both you and Scott, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes in disbelief.

“Okay, Stiles.” If you knew one thing about him, it was that he liked to pretend he was fearless.

Realistically, you all knew this was fake. This wasn’t even one of those haunted houses that required a waiver or anything. It was literally put on by the high school’s theater department.

Plus, you’d already been through enough real terrors to supply a lifetime of nightmares. Jackson turning into a murderous kanima, Allison’s psychotic grandpa, a pack of alphas, and an ancient nogitsune to name a few. But there was just something about teenagers covered in fake blood jumping out of the dark that never failed to get your heart pumping.

Stiles took a few tentative steps forward and you looked at Scott expectantly when he didn’t move. The two of you fought silently for a few seconds, both jerking your arms in his direction, insisting the other go first. After a few long moments you finally relented with a scowl, rushing to catch up.

You crowded up close to Stiles’ back and grabbed one of his hands for comfort. You weren’t going to admit it to either of them, but you were actually pretty scared. Stiles spazzed wildly at the unexpected contact, whipping around to face you with wide eyes.

“Holy fuckin’ shit! Don’t do that!” He whispered harshly, his heart racing in his chest. He literally thought he was dying for a second there.

You looked at him incredulously and quietly yelled right back. “Are you kidding me right now? I thought you weren’t scared.”

His honey eyes twitched at your mocking tone before he begrudgingly turned back around. You walked forward slowly, hand in hand, for only a second before a room to your right illuminated to show a man dressed as a farmer. He was using a chainsaw to cut someone, who was suspended up like a scarecrow, in half.

It was a combination of the jarring volume of the saw, the guy’s maniacal laughter, and his victims screams that had you bolting up the narrow hall.

You put a hand on your chest as you tried catching your breath. Stiles hunched over, resting his hands on his knees for support as his chest heaved. You’d think he just tried to run a mile with the way he was gasping for air.

“Remember when I said that we should always listen to everything I say and never question any of my ideas ever?” Stiles huffed, looking up at you with a harsh glare.

You just smiled sheepishly. “I thought it would be fun...”

Fall had just started, after all. Beacon Hills tended to get freezing way too soon, and you wanted to soak up the autumn festivities while you could. Lydia and Kira had outright refused to come, despite your various attempts at bribery.

The boys were the only ones that usually humored you, anyway, so nothing was new there. Stiles turned back around and you continued down the path slowly, jumping at every single small noise or masked person who jumped out.

You were just beginning to think that you’d gone a suspicious amount of time without anything happening, when suddenly a person dressed in a terrible Freddy Krueger costume popped out of nowhere. Seriously, it looked like someone’s school project or something.

You screamed, more startled than actually scared. Stiles’ hands wrapped around your biceps and he shoved you in front of him, using you as a human shield. That plan only lasted a split second before he thought better of it and moved you behind him instead.

The guy’s yelling was all jumbled up beneath his mask, but he was determined to get a good scare out of you. When he slashed what you hoped was a fake knife at you, Stiles lunged forward and punched him right in the face.

Your jaw dropped in shock as the poor kid crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain. Stiles’ eyes widened in horror beside you. He was honestly more surprised than you that he’d just done that, but it was just his knee-jerk reaction to the sight of someone trying to hurt you.

He grabbed your hand tightly and speed-walked down the hall, ready to get the hell out of there. You happily let him drag you along, not wanting to be there anymore than he did. It was only after a few seconds that you realized you no longer felt Scott’s presence at your back.

“Wait!” You breathed, stumbling to a halt. You spun around only to confirm that he actually wasn’t there. “Where’s Scott?”

“Oh, Jesus. Are you kidding me with this? How did he get lost? There’s literally only one way you can go.” Stiles was more annoyed at the delay than anything. He just wanted to get this over with and drink some overpriced apple cider in the safety of the pumpkin patch outside.

“We have to go back.” You took a step in the direction you’d just come from, but had no choice but to stop as Stiles tightened his hold on you.

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head quickly and tugged you closer to his side. “He’s probably already dead, you know? He would want us to make it out of here. So we should really just—”

At that moment, someone popped out from behind a black curtain you hadn’t even noticed. Stiles spazzed beside you with a shout, dropping your hand to flail his arms upward before bolting down the hallway.

You stared at his retreating figure, jaw dropping at the way he’d just left you so easily. You glared at the masked stranger before stomping your way toward the exit, completely over this whole thing. Only a few moments later, you emerged from the haunted house, your narrowed eyes landing on Stiles as he bent over and clutched at his chest.

You were about to lay into him for abandoning you, when you caught sight of Scott sitting on a bail of hay a few feet away. He had the nerve to smirk at you in amusement, a cup of apple cider in one hand and a pretzel in the other. “Took you guys long enough.”

“We are never...” Stiles gasped for breath and raised an accusatory finger your way. “Ever doing anything like that again.”

You just rolled your eyes, knowing full well you’d force them into doing this again next year, and they would let you. 

[achieveandhunt]

live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants 

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S 

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

D̷̯͑̆̈́͝Õ̸̲͎̥̬͈̬̙͕̲G̸̢̧̠͉͚̙̲̙̓̔̀̇S̷̥̀́͆̈́̇̀ ̶̣̞̗͚̬̭̖̦͇̈́̎̈́̿̓̈́͆̒̋D̷̙̟̩̫͉̺̐̊̚Ö̶̥́̋́̓ͅĜ̵̞̌͋̏̉̌̕͝͝S̵̤̹̣̫̮̻͛̍̑̕͝͝ ̷̧̨̞̙̥̟̜͍̉̍̑̏̇̀̾D̴̻̮̩̯͓͉̖͎̘͐̒͋̓̉͝ͅỎ̶̰͓̳̥͑̅͛͊̒͐͊͘̚G̵̩̻̦̥̠̃̔Ş̶̹͚̩̱͖̀͆͘ ̸̢̢͇̻͔̗̺̼͖̱̏̾̔̚D̴̨̨̫̙̃̾̋̾̆̓̓Ớ̷̡͓͎͊G̶̱̣̣̰̝̖̰̗̓͐̐̊͋̀͊̀̕͝Ş̷̩̺̬̖͙̺̟͗̈́͒͗̀̑́́̕͠ ̷̡͈̼̲͈̳̫̺̝̈́̋͌͗̒ͅD̸̨̬̞̪̗̘̄̑͆̿̈́͘͠͝O̸̅̌͗̄͌̑̉̔��̡̡͇͕̻͎͍͉̎Ḡ̸͙̟̪̞̬̬͕͐̈̏S̶̝̪̼̮̠̜̭̳͖̘̑

urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER 

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

[even-lovers-drown]

DO YOUR WORST

tagged by @blunts182​ (I need you to imagine a row of sparkly heart emojis bc I’m on my laptop so I can’t type them in)

1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Haven’t smoked one yet, hope I never do 2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused? Very single 3: What if I told you that you were pretty?  Ahhhh, I’d probably be really awkward about it and compliment you back 
4: Ever been told it’s not me it’s you?  Nope 5: Are you interested in anyone right now?  Yes, but idk I think I’m starting to give up on it 
6: What are you looking forward to in the next week? New episode of Riverdale?? Also hearing back from a job interview I had 7: Do you want to be single?  I like my independence and I appreciate my quiet me time, but I think I’ve been single for a fair while, done my share of figuring out who I am and all that, think I’d like to be in a relationship tbh 
8: Did you go out or stay in last night?  Stayed in, I was finishing my Riverdale binge 
9: How late did you stay up last night? Probably til a little past midnight? 
10: Can you recall the last time you realized you liked someone a lot?  Yeah, it was a few weeks ago on my uni trip. This girl who I kinda thought was a bit vacant and bitchy is actually incredibly sweet and intelligent, really lovely girl. 
11: Last three things you had to drink? A cup of spicy tea this morning, I had a lil glass of mixed whiskey last night, and probably a cup of hojicha tea 
 12: Have you pretended to like someone?  Hm, to a point. Like I’m friendly with everyone even if I don’t like them. I don’t think I’ve ever pretended to like anyone, I’m usually pretty straightforward unless it would be rude or unprofessional in the context 13: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?  I hate to say it, but yes. 
14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months? Oh absolutely. I live with two girls and we’re all pretty comfortable with eachother. 
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?  Hm, yes. I think the main thing is that I tend to struggle with the principle of it, I tend to use it as an excuse to put myself down. So I’m working on that. 
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?  yessir 
17: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?  Cooking 18: Hold hands with anyone this week? I think so?  
19: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? I barely drink it now, I reckon I could give it a good bash  
20: What would you name your future daughter? I love really classic names like Alice, Lucy and Emma that remind me of books I love.  
21: Do you miss anyone? My best friend lives ages away, and my other best friend is halfway across the world, so I miss them both tons 
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?  Nope 23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?  Nope 
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?  AHH YES? NO? Idk dude. Like I’m pretty good at putting my emotions aside for a certain time and putting on a smile, but like...if I can’t be bothered, it’s all over my face. I’m so transparent, it’s so not in my nature to hide anything 
25: Have you ever cried from being so mad?  AGH YES. Definitely 
26: Who did you last see in person?  I think it was my friend Emma? 27: Are you listening to music right now?  Yeah boiii  
28: What is something you currently want right now? My dang flatmate to come home so I’m not alone in this house 
29: What is the last thing you said out loud?  “These taste stale” - on the gingerbread stars I bought from Coles 
30: How is your heart lately?  I eat pretty healthy, apart from the terrible addiction to sugar, so probably fine. Listen, it’s still beating so if it stops, that’s a problem for future Jess 31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?  I literally only own one hoodie and I mostly just sleep in it, so nah 32: Are you wearing socks?  Not currently 
33: What do people call you?  Jess, Jessica, Jeh, Giuseppina, my younger sister and cousins can call me ‘Jessie’, and they’re pretty much the only ones I let call me that.   
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?  The state of being alive 36: Who did you last share a bed with?  A drunk friend 
37: Did you do something bad today? I ate a rly unhealthy breakfast  
38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you? Like, a week ago? 
39: Do you get stressed out easily?  :))))))) yes 41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?  constantly 
42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone? My mum, or I just hold it inside 
43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? God not since I was a child, and never in an ambulance 
44: What are you listening to right now?  Mustang Kids by Zella Day  
45: What is wrong with you right now?  My knee is totally stuffed and I probably need to go to a doctor tbh 46: What is on your wrists right now? Nothing, usually a hairband 47: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing? The Netball championship in Sydney a few years back 
48: What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?  Ahhh depends how good the hot chocolate is. Usually apple cider, but if it’s like that hot chocolate in italy and france and stuff, the rly thick stuff? Well a bitch might change her mind 49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?  My birthday is 11/11, of course I make wishes at 11:11 50: Are you a good artist? I think I’m okay, I haven’t been drawing that much lately, although I did draw the characters from riverdale the other night when I couldn’t sleep 52: Do you miss the way things were six months ago? Nah m8  
53: Ever been on a golf cart?  I have not, I’ll add it to my bucket list 
54: Do you have trust issues? Ahhhhh yes and no. I kind of open up to people, but without really trusting them? If that makes sense? Like I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and I expect them to turn on me in some way, but I still open up to them and stuff? 56: Do you own something from Hot Topic?  If I lived in America, almost undoubtedly. But no, I do not. 
57: Do you use chap stick?  Always. Ya girl LIVES off burt’s bees 58: Have you ever slapped someone in the face? Only on a stage my friend 59: Do you have a little sister? Yep! She’s 12, and her name is Olivia and she would kick my ass in a fight 
60: Have you ever been to New York?  Does it count if someone I know with the same full name as me has been? (No I haven’t) 61: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?  Yep 62: Have you hugged someone within the last week?  Almost definitely 
63: What were you doing at midnight last night?  checking my clock and closing my eyes 
64: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?  Boy howdy you bet I have 
65: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?  Nope 
66: Were your last three kisses from the same person?  I don’t think so 
67: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?  Nope  
68: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?  Depends on my mood and how big the bed is and how hot it is 
69: Will next Friday be a good one? I’m either gonna be working, or I’m gonna be going to a party, we gon see I’m gonna tag @relatablealien @moonum @forestexplorer

[izthecannibal]

Take Over for Me (Part 2) - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

requests: Okay so Ive had this in the back of my head for the longest time and I just wanted to share it with you BC I love you: so imagine if Negan had a son (like Geazy the rapper BC THEY TOTALLY LOOK A LIKE) and like you and him fell in love but can’t be together BC you both are on opposite sides.. I’m so conflicted and convinced that Geazy is Megan’s son or Neagn is old geazy LOLOLOL

You need to do a part two of take over for me!!

pairing: g-eazy x reader

a/n: i wasn’t expecting anyone to like the first part of this let alone request a part 2 so that was kinda shocking but ya know i had fun writing this and i hope you like it :-)

word count: 1,391

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 

You had never cried as hard as you did when your suspicions were confirmed: Glenn was dead. Maggie was gone, and so was Daryl. Rosita and Sasha were messes--each in different ways. They all had a way of taking out their frustration; some more pleasant than others. 

Maggie and Sasha never came back to Alexandria. You hadn’t seen them since the line up, and you weren’t prepared to face them. You feared a mere glimpse of you from their perspective would make their blood boil in memory of what happened the night you were taken from them. 

Rosita was there when you couldn’t sleep alone. She told you she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Abraham left her, and that she’d much rather have someone there to keep her company. You never admitted it, but Rosita felt more and more like a mother to you as each day passed. 

You had no idea Daryl was at the Sanctuary the same time you were. If you had known, you wouldn’t have left until he was by your side. According to Gerald, Negan was going easy on you. If that was him being lenient, the thought of him being angry made your stomach ache. 

Gerald told you he would visit sometime. A week had gone by, and you still hadn’t heard of him. He was probably joking when he told you he was going to stop by again, but there was something inside of you desperately hoping he was being serious. 

You didn’t go on walks anymore. You and Glenn used to do that while Maggie napped. He would ramble on and on about how excited he was to be a father, but you also knew that he was terrified. There was no way you could really prepare for having a kid, and the situation you were all in didn’t ease his nerves a single bit. 

Instead of strolling around Alexandria, Aaron took you on supply runs. You were never as helpful as you were after coming home from the Sanctuary. The death of two of your dearest friends and the capture of another was enough to light a fire beneath you, though. 

You always knew every move you made was a risk. Before Alexandria, you were more prone to taking risks that endangered you more than most of the adults in your group were comfortable with. You were young, though, and someone was always linked at your hip to defend you if necessary. 

As you grew older and became more experienced, you became harder and harder to scare. The things that once scared the life out of you were no longer seen as threats in your eyes. 

As you became acclimated to Alexandria, your invincibility began to wear off. The things that you were once willing to risk your life for no longer seemed worth it. Before, you had nothing to lose. In Alexandria, you had it all made for you. 

Being helpless in the face of danger woke you up. You were no longer willing to stand back and let others do your work for you. You had nothing to lose, and you were going to fight to defend your family, no matter what was at risk. 

It was late out, and Aaron was able to get the two of you inside a little shopping center. You were pleasantly surprised at how lifeless the place seemed. There were no walkers within sight of either of you. You both came to the conclusion that it was probably cleared out by a group early on, and nobody ever came back for anything. 

“The place seems empty to me,” Aaron stated, sweeping his eyes over the center one last time. You nodded, taking in the high ceilings and scratched floors. “I’m gonna go this way. Check out that area over there. Okay?” You nodded again, pulling out your knife, just to be cautious. “Yell if you need anything, and I’ll come running.”

“Same goes for you, big guy,” you joked. Aaron smiled at you and shook his head at the ground, the ran off in the other direction. You tried to read the letters hanging over the different stores and restaurants, but they were all coated in such a thick layer of dust. 

A sign across the way from you was so close to falling off the wall that you were hesitant to go near it. Ralph’s was written in cursive with what seemed to be red neon lights. The color was barely there, but you took notice of the plastic around the faded light and tried to imagine what it looked like before. 

Something about the way the sign hung so dangerously drew you in towards it, almost as if it was luring you into a trap. You grew up believing that if something was too good to be true, it was probably a lie. Nobody ever warned you about the things that look so terrible, but they draw you in anyways. 

You entered Ralph’s and were immediately overcome with the smell of booze. The floor was sticky beneath your feet, and your sneakers created a smacking sound each time they rose and fell from the ground. Aside from that, the place was in pretty good shape. 

From what you could tell, it was previously a bar. The back wall was decorated with shelves of beautifully crafted bottles of all kinds of alcohol. You were tempted to take one off the shelf, just to feel the glossiness of the glass. As you neared the bar, you heard voices coming nearer. 

In a state of panic, you ducked behind the bar, squatting so you were on your feet and ready to fight anyone who came at you, but low enough so you wouldn’t draw any attention into the bar. You were able to make out two voices; one which you recognized instantly. 

“Have you ever seen a shrine like this?”

“Yeah. Your dad’s.”

“No, man. These are so nice. Look at those bottles! They’re all engraved and shit.”

“Don’t let the companies draw you in with fancy bottles. Most of that external stuff is all a shit show just so they can get you to buy their shitty product.”

“Well, I don’t know where you’ve been the past few years, but I’m proud to let you know I haven’t paid a single dollar for anything; shams and real deals alike.”

The conversation between Gerald and another man was so innocent. They really sounded like teenagers, which was probably all they were when their lives were stolen from them. You began to think of what it must have been like to have Negan as a father, and for it to be normal. 

One of the men came around the bar, and it wasn’t Gerald. You tucked yourself behind a counter so you were out of his sight, trying your hardest to keep your breathing quiet. The man scanned over the rows of liquor bottles, stopping every now and then to pick one up and read the label. 

“Will you do me a favor?” Gerald asked. His friend nodded, turning to face him. “Grab me one of those apple ciders over there.” The man who you didn’t recognize walked closer towards you, picking up a bottle and handing it over the counter. “I got a cute girl to give it to.” You quietly sighed to yourself at his mention of another girl. You should have expected it, to be honest. 

“Did you hear that?” Gerald asked. You closed your eyes and mentally swore to yourself for letting your guard down so carelessly. The room was silent for a moment, but his friend shrugged. 

“I don’t know, man.” 

You could hear footsteps coming around the counter, and all you could think to do was draw your knife. Before you knew it, Gerald was in front of you, looking you in the eye over the barrel of his gun. 

“Jesus, (Y/N)!” he sighed, lowering the weapon. “I could’ve shot you!”

You smiled a little, admiring his concern. “Sorry. I’ll try not to get shot next time.”

Gerald smirked at your remark and set down his gun. He popped open the bottle of apple cider and rose it up to you.

“Cheers,” he whispered, “to the cute girl who seems to love making people want to kill her.”