#(second hershel mention on the blog)

[hardlygaming]

Alice: Madness Returns (2011) - Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go 

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!��� 

this will be a common occurrence 

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!” 

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko  is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister 

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz

[twdeadfanfic]

Silent, fast and lethal Pt.2

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary:  The reader is very good at sneaking, moving fast and silent, lethal with her knives. She lost her camp and is wanfering the woods when she finds Maggie and Glenn being attacked by some men and she helps them, sneaking not only on the men but also on Daryl, leaving everyone impressed with her skills, and she’s taken in into the prison. Badass but rather insecure reader and shy, confused Daryl.

Slow-burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smoking, language and violence twd style. (Request turned mini-series of eight chapters)

4434 words

Chapters: 2/8

Link to masterlist with more  stories in the info of this blog.

This story will be updated on Monday and Thursday.

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Next morning you left for the run as the sun was getting up, taking two cars and a bike which seemed to be Daryl’s. Once you all arrived at the supermarket, which was bigger than you’d thought, Glenn laid out the plan for the run. You would divide into two groups, each one going to a different area of the supermarket, and inside the groups, you could go in pairs if you needed to cover more ground.

You all walked into the supermarket together, putting down the walkers that were there. You weren’t sure there wouldn’t be more roaming in the place, but for now, it seemed clear enough. You were in the same group as Rick, Daryl, and Michonne, and you four headed towards the area Glenn told you.

You were looking for certain stuff, but also you took anything else you might find useful, though most of the aisles had been raided already. At some point, you heard some quiet banging coming from some doors ahead, and Michonne and Daryl decided to go check it, see if there were walkers inside, while Rick and you kept checking the camping area aisles.

You noticed two walkers munching on a corpse, you weren’t sure if human or not, in one of the aisles, its backs to you. With a knife on each hand, you approached them silently without them noticing you, until you sunk your knives into their heads. You hadn’t noticed another one, a shelve had hidden it and it reached out to grab you, but you acted quickly, stabbing it in the eye before it even touched you.  Another one was approaching from an aisle, but it was slow and soon your knife was in his head too.

You could see Daryl and Michonne ahead too, putting down the walkers they had found behind the door. You were worried they had decided to open it just the two of them,  but they seemed to be good on their own, and so you turned your attention back to your aisle, but there weren’t any more walkers. You could see three more approaching a few corridors away, attracted by the noise, and so quietly you moved around the aisles until you were behind them, swiftly putting them down.

“They were right. You’re good.” You turned around and noticed Rick’d followed you, and he was looking at the walkers before looking at you and nodding. You just shrugged, murmuring thanks, before checking on Michonne and Daryl.

They were putting down the last remaining walkers, Michonne with her katana and Daryl with his knife. They were skillful and they made and good team, walkers falling down at their feet as nothing as they fought back to back, almost as if it didn’t take them any effort.

Once all the walkers were dead, you saw Michonne grinning at Daryl, almost as if she’d had fun. Daryl smirked, reaching out to clap her shoulder, Michonne placing her hand on top of his as they both turned towards the cleared door. Yeah, they seemed to be a pretty good team…

“Come on.” You felt Rick nudging you and you followed him towards the door too.

The door led to a corridor that you four followed until it divided in two. The corridor that went to the right side seemed to go to an emergency exit door, and three walkers were there munching on another body. You took a knife on each hand and approached them quietly, putting down two, and the third fell down onto the floor with an arrow into his forehead. You turned around to nod at Daryl and give him a smile, and he nodded back.

Following the other corridor to the left, you all found another closed room, but when you opened the door, there weren’t walkers inside. It seemed to have been used to store cans of food and it was almost untouched, and so you left it carrying several boxes of cans, which helped to lift everyone’s mood.  A couple of trips were needed to gather all your haul inside the cars, and according to Glenn, you all should be more than happy with the run.

Back at the prison, you were busying yourself organizing the cans of food when Michonne joined you and began helping you.

“Maggie was right, you’re really good with the knives and I saw you sneaking on those walkers without them noticing you,” Michonne began to say. “You’re really good at it, Rick said so too.”

“Thanks,” You muttered, a bit awkwardly, feeling yourself blush. “You all are good too.” You’d seen them, they were not only skillful at putting down walkers but also at moving around, knowing where to check for supplies and everything as if they had done it a million times before, and their runs seemed to be perfectly organized and thought through. “Daryl and you make a good team.”

“Yeah, we do.” Michonne nodded, smiling softly as she went through the cans.

“Are you two together?” You didn’t know what made you ask or why you cared, or if it might be too personal and you were seeming nosy.

Michonne stopped what she was doing to look at you, blinking before she started laughing and laughing. “What?! No!” She kept laughing, seeming thoroughly amused, and you shrugged, feeling very awkward.

“Just thought you worked good together and you seemed close.” They were a perfect team, had each other back, seemed to really know each other and be close, and they both were pretty attractive people, you didn’t think it was such a silly idea.

“We are.” Michonne nodded, still smiling amused. “But it’s not like that. He is family.” She smiled fondly. “I know that maybe when you first meet him he might seem…well, closed. Daryl’s gone through stuff. But he’s a good man, one of the best you’ll ever meet.”

You nodded in silence. You didn’t know Daryl much but when you’d talked with him, he’d seemed nice enough, in his own quiet, shy way. He’d checked on you and made sure you were okay since arriving at the prison, so it was easy for you to believe Michonne’s words.

“We have gone through stuff together.” Michonne’s smile faltered, a frown appearing on her face for a couple of seconds, and whatever that stuff was, you knew it wasn’t good. “We spent some time alone out there, so I guess that’s how we ended up working good together, and we got to know each other well.” She was smiling again, though you thought there was sadness behind it, and you wondered what might have happened.

“So you two were together out there before finding the prison?”

“No, Daryl has been here from the beginning, with Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Hershel, Beth, Carl, and people they lost. I joined them a bit later. We got trouble, back then…”

“What happened?”

Michonne let out a long sigh, but she sat down in the table next to the boxes of cans, and she began to speak. She told you about Woodbury, Andrea and the Governor. About first meeting Rick’s group. About fighting with them against the Governor and how he’d gone against his own people, and how Rick and the others had taken in the Woodbury people. How she and Daryl had gone out for weeks and weeks to try and find the Governor and how they’d failed, but how she kept going out, trying, never staying in the prison for long, and how probably she’d leave tomorrow again. You listened to it, quietly, once again seeing how hard that people had had it too, but enjoying being able to learn a little bit more about those people who were becoming your friends.

Later that day you were walking around the prison yard, unsure about what to do with yourself, when you saw Carol and Daryl sat down on top of one of the tables. Carol was grinning and laughing as she said something. Daryl said something too, nudging Carol with his shoulder, which made her grin wider. She noticed you and waved at you, signaling you to join them. You felt like intruding, but you went to them.

“We were talking about you,” Carol told you, making you feel a bit awkward and nervous, while Daryl looked at the ground. “About the run, how Rick said you were as good as they said, he was impressed with how good you were with the knives and how silent you can move.” You knew it was something good, but it still made you feel rather self-conscious. “Daryl is impressed too, you know, saying your knife skills are so good, not to mention you managed to sneak on him, not everyone can do that…”

Daryl looked at Carol at that, frowning and blushing, and he nudged her with his shoulder, pushing her off the table, which just made Carol chuckle. Daryl seemed rather awkward and uncomfortable, looking down again, and you were feeling just the same.

“It’s not that impressive…” You murmured, shrugging.

“I haven’t gone on a run in too long, maybe I’ll join you on the next, see it by myself,” Carol said and you just shrugged again. “Anyway, I have to go get dinner ready, I’ll leave you two alone.”

She chuckled, looking at Daryl who still seemed a bit grumpy, and she reached out to wrap an arm around his shoulders to forcefully squeeze him to her and press a quick kiss to his forehead. Daryl broke away, grumbling something you didn’t catch, but you noticed his small, fond smile as he looked at Carol walk away. You got the feeling those two were close too.

“Good friend?” You asked, sitting down at the other end of the table.

“Family.” Daryl nodded, looking down again. “She was just messing around though, she does that.” He muttered.

“With everyone talking about me…I kind of feel like they’re making fun of me or something, I don’t know…I know it’s not true and that they mean well, but I can’t help it. It’s embarrassing.” You admitted, blushing.

“What? Nah, it ain’t that.” Daryl looked at you, frowning. “We just ain’t used to bring in people skilled at fighting, most of the people who came from Woodbury had never had to fight walkers or nothing.” He explained, training his eyes back to the ground. “And you good at it, you got skill.”

“Thanks…” You said quietly. “But you all are really good at it too, with your runs and fighting the walkers and all. And I’d never seen anyone shooting a crossbow before, and you’re impressive with it. I don’t think I saw you miss. I bet you never miss.” You joked awkwardly.

Daryl looked at you with a small, crooked smile. “I do miss sometimes.”

“Yeah? I’d like to see that.” You joked, chuckling quietly.

Daryl didn’t say anything for a little while, but you noticed him stealing glances at you through the corner of his eye. “Maybe then you could come hunting with me if you want, I might miss the target.” He told you quietly without looking at you, surprising you.

“Really? I know nothing about  hunting…”

“Just thought you could be good.” Daryl shrugged, eyes still trained on the ground. “Cos you move silently and all that, animals wouldn’t hear you come... but you don’t have to, it’s okay, whatever.”

“I think I’d like to, if you really don’t mind.” You liked to learn new skills and you felt like you’d like to know Daryl more, you were kind of intrigued by him, he seemed like an interesting guy.

“Okay. I’ll tell you next time I go.” Daryl looked at you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a tiny smile, before dropping his gaze down again. “I’m gonna go help Carol.”

“Alright.”

That night you were once again walking around the yard as you found yourself unable to sleep, haunted by memories, and again you found Daryl smoking on top of a table. You walked towards him, sitting down at the other end of the table, and without a word, he passed you the cigarette.

Daryl’s eyes were trained forwards towards the darkness beyond the prison fences and the walkers that rattled them, and you stole a glance at him, wondering what he might be thinking about and why he was yet another night out there alone. You didn’t ask, though, he didn’t seem talkative and he didn’t strike you like the kind of guy who liked to share his mind. You were still intrigued by him, though, and by the fact that he didn’t seem to mind you joining him, but you were glad about it too. It helped to keep the memories at bay. Even in the darkness, you could see the marks that your nails had left on his cheek.

“Do those hurt?” You asked him and Daryl turned his head to look at you confused. “The scratches I meant.” You pointed at his cheek.

“Nah.” He shook his head and his eyes darted to your arms, covered by your shirt, but you knew he was thinking about the bruises. “Do those?”

You shook your head and gave him a small smile. Daryl looked guilty anyway, and you didn’t know what to say. He nodded softly and looked forwards again. For a little while you both stayed there in silence, passing the cigarette back and forth, until it ran out.

“Gotta get up early to go hunting tomorrow,” Daryl suddenly said out of the blue, getting up.

“You meant it? Taking me with you?”

“Yeah…if you want to, you don’t have to or nothing. It’s okay if you don’t come. Don’t need to.” He shrugged without looking at you as he began to walk.

“No, I’d like to.” You rushed to say as you followed him back to the prison.

“Alright.” Daryl nodded, looking at you for a second, the corner of his mouth twitching into the smallest smile ever. “We leave when the sun begins to rise.”

“Okay!”

*

Next morning, you almost didn’t wake up on time to join Daryl, and you weren’t sure if he would have waited for you or not. He hadn’t gone to wake you up, but Carol had, also bringing you a cereal bar for breakfast and telling you to get ready quick and join Daryl.

Daryl had been silent the whole time as you followed him through the woods, and you weren’t sure of where he was going or how he decided where he wanted to go. Sometimes Daryl looked at you through the corner of the eye, other times it seemed like he’d forgotten you were there, but he always checked you were following him.

He looked around as he walked, until suddenly he stopped, totally still, and you almost bumped against his back. He pointed at a tree and you saw a squirrel there on top of a branch, he quickly aimed his crossbow and shoot.

“Impressive!” You said as Daryl went to retrieve the arrow and the squirrel, and he shrugged, seeming a bit uncomfortable. “I knew you never missed,” you joked once he came back, and he snorted but smirked.

“And I told you I miss sometimes.”

“You’d have to prove that.” You teased and you began following him, biting your lip as you considered sharing something with him. “I think I’d have no aim, I can’t shoot guns or nothing.”

“Seriously?” Daryl stopped to look at you surprised and you nodded, embarrassed. You’d only learned to use knives, since you’d only had a couple of guns in your old camp, and they were barely used anyway.

“I never had a gun or nothing and we didn’t use them at my camp so as not to attract walkers.”

“You could get a silencer or something, but there ain’t many.” Daryl frowned as if thoughtful. “But you should learn anyway, you’re gonna need it and not only to hunt. We got some spare rifles and guns at the prison, they’ll give you one and someone will train you.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly and Daryl nodded once before he began walking again. You wondered if maybe he’d be up to teach you himself, but you didn’t ask, afraid of maybe bothering him. Maybe you could ask someone else, like Maggie.

At some point, after Daryl got some more squirrels and also a rabbit without you seeing him miss a shot, you both heard a rustle and as you approached the sounds you saw a group of walkers.

“What do we do?” You asked Daryl quietly, both of you crutching down. “Do we hide until they go or do we put them down.”

“Dunno…” Daryl frowned, looking from you to the walkers and back to you, seeming unsure.

“They aren’t too many, we put them down.” You decided and began to move to surround them in silence, still keeping yourself down and hid in bushes.

Daryl got up, aiming his crossbow and loosing an arrow. One of the walkers dropped dead while the others turned their attention to him, which helped to distract them from you. Silently but quickly you moved to circle the walkers as they began to approach Daryl while he shot another dead. You reached the monsters and began to sink your knives into the heads of the ones who had their backs to you until they noticed you. Daryl joined you with his knife and soon all the walkers were dead.

You smiled to him, nodding at a work well done while he retrieved his arrows. “We aren’t a bad team.” You said proudly but shyly. You did think you didn’t work bad together, maybe it wasn’t like when he worked with Michonne or the others, but you hadn’t done bad.

“Yeah,” Daryl nodded, looking at you with a small, half smile. “Come on, let’s keep hunting.”

“You keep hunting. I do nothing. Can’t shoot, can’t track…” You let out a sigh. “Don’t even know why you’d want me to come…” Daryl said nothing, just shrugged while looking down, pulling at his fingers. “It’s not that I don’t like it, though.” You rushed to say, afraid he thought you were complaining and he wouldn’t take you with him anymore. “I’m enjoying it. Would want to do it again, if you want to…even though I’m not doing much.”

Daryl still didn’t say anything, just nodded and began walking again. As you followed him, this time he began to point things at you, little changes on branches, leaves and on the ground, as if he were subtly trying to teach you how to track, or at least show you what he could see and notice.

It was hard to learn, so hard no matter you did your best, and by the time you walked back into the prison, you didn’t think you had been able to notice anything yourself. You had to think you’d eventually learn, though, if Daryl kept taking you with him, which you hoped he would.

Back at the prison, you followed Daryl into the kitchen area where he began to get his kills ready. You took one of the squirrels and began cleaning it too, finally glad to have something you could do, you’d cleaned enough pieces at your camp. You both hadn’t been working on it in silence for long when you were joined by Carol.

“Seems like you two had a good hunt,” she said and you nodded and smiled to her while Daryl just grunted, not looking up from the rabbit he was working on. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it was good.” You answered. “I didn’t do much though, but we put down some walkers and Daryl hunted all that. I tried to learn something about tracking but it’s hard…don’t know if I’ll manage…”

“Have you been teaching her?” Carol asked Daryl who still didn’t look at her.

“She needs a gun or a rifle, and training,” Daryl said instead of answering. “She can’t shoot.” You blushed, mortified, but nodded at his words.

“Really? Did you survive that long without shooting? You must be really good with those knives.” Carol blinked at you and you just shrugged, feeling more and more embarrassed. “I’ll get you a rifle so you can keep going hunting with Daryl and he could teach you to shoot.”

“There ain’t no group training anymore?” Daryl asked and you wondered if he didn’t want to train you himself. It made you feel more disappointed that you thought you would, wondering if maybe he hadn’t liked much to spend time with you. You didn’t like how the idea made you feel.

“Yes but it’s on the mornings while you are hunting, and if you’re going to keep taking her with you...” Carol shrugged, looking at Daryl, and he just grunted without looking up from the rabbit.

“It’s okay, I can’t hunt, so…” You shrugged, feeling self-conscious and stupid at having thought Daryl wanted you to keep going with him when you had done nothing today. “I’ll join the training, thank you.”

“Okay…” Carol frowned but didn’t say anything else. “Do you want help with that?” She pointed at the squirrel and you nodded.

“Yes…actually, if you could just finish it for me…I just remembered I had to ask Maggie something.” You half lied, suddenly feeling like you wanted to be out of that kitchen. Carol looked at you, frown still on her face, but muttered a sure, and after thanking her you rushed out.

You did go to talk to Maggie who was with Glenn on the watchtower, asking them to count with you for all the runs as your contribution to the community, which they accepted so eagerly that made you feel a bit better about yourself. You spent the next hours until dinner up there with them talking as they explained you their system of watches and then just getting to know each other a bit better. They were friendly and nice, helping you feel a bit better.

During dinner, though, as you caught sight of Daryl sat down with Carol and Rick a few seats ahead of where you were sat down with the Greene’s, your self-deprecating thoughts were back, and as soon as you finished your stew you excused yourself for the night and went to your cell.

You light some candles to allow you to read a book Beth had lent you, hoping to lose yourself in it, and sat down on your bed. You read for a couple of hours, hearing everyone go back to their cells and every lantern and candle was eventually turned off.

That was usually the moment in which the other two days you’d tried and failed to sleep, ending up going to the yard, but tonight you didn’t feel like maybe finding Daryl there, you didn’t want to feel like a disappointment again and so you kept reading, hoping the blanket that hung over the door of your cell would stop the flicker of the candles from bothering the people trying to sleep. After a while, you heard a quiet knock on the bars of your cell.

“Come in,” you answered quietly, wondering who could be at that hour.

For a couple of seconds, nothing happened and you began to wonder if you had imagined the sound, but then the blanket lifted and Daryl took a couple of steps inside, looking at you and then to the ground. He had an old fashioned looking hunting rifle on his hand, and he held it out for you.

“Thanks.” You sat up and reached out to take the rifle, feeling a bit surprised Daryl had gone there to give it to you.

Daryl only nodded and turned to leave, lifting the blanket again, but he stopped before getting out. For a second he didn’t say anything, but then he spoke without turning to look at you.

“So… you don’t wanna go hunting nomore?”

It took you aback. It was you who had thought he didn’t want you to go anymore, disappointed at your lack of knowledge. While you had been with him in the woods you had felt like he didn’t think you were a bother, you had thought he was even teaching you how to track, but then when Carol had joined you in the kitchen…

“I thought…” You didn’t know how to put it into words and you shrugged, embarrassed. “It’s not I don’t want to...”

“So?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to. Cos I can’t shoot or track or nothing.” You shrugged.

“Ain’t easy, you ain’t gonna learn in just a day,” Daryl said, still without looking at you. “You put down those walkers and you moved in silence, didn’t scare the game away or nothing…”

“So you don’t mind me joining you?” You ventured, daring to feel a bit more hopeful.

“If you want to.” He shrugged.

“I do.” You nodded and you couldn’t help your smile as he nodded too. Daryl turned his head to look at you, the shadow of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“We’ll leave at the sunrise again tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You’d miss shooting practice but you felt you rather go out with Daryl. He nodded too and made to leave, but you called after him. “Hey Daryl,” you didn’t feel like trying to sleep, knowing memories haunted you. “How long it took you to learn to track and hunt and all that?”

Daryl seemed hesitant but finally he walked back into the cell, leaning his back against the wall in front of your bed. “Lots and lots of months. More than what it took me to learn to work the crossbow and shoot at things.”

“And how’s that you began learning?”

You both kept talking for a little while, Daryl telling you about how his uncle had got him his first crossbow and taken him hunting with him when he was a little boy. You told him about how you began sneaking around as a kid as a game until you became quite good at it, and you also told him a bit about your job. Time seemed to fly as you shared little things about yourself with each other, and it was late at night when Daryl finally left. You were bound to be sleepy in the morning, but you didn’t regret it. You kind of liked it, getting to know more about him. There was more to him that what could be seen at first glance, and somehow, you felt you wanted to know it all.

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They’re hunting together! What did you think of this? if you have a moment, please let me know your thoughts of this chapter. Also, I love richonne but I thought, back in season 4, that Daryl and Michonne could have been good together, and I think Michonne’s one of the people left who loves Daryl the most...it’s going to hit him so hard when Danai leaves next season, I don’t even want to think it.

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7, 11 and 16 for the salty asks!!

7. Is there anything I used to like but can’t stand now?

TWD as a whole

Man, I loved TWD. I was so invested on that show, on those characters. When Lori died and Carl had to shoot her? Man, that fucked me up. When the Governor killed Hershel in front of Maggie and Beth? U G H. The second half of S4 when they’re all divided into groups and find each other in Terminus? Talk about relief. Daryl and Beth? THE FEELS, NONNY. THE FEEEEEEELS. When they reach Alexandria, after being through hell? Again, talk about relief. Like I said, I was super invested on the show. But from S6 onwards, it just went downhill. Somewhere during S8 I stopped watching because I didn’t see the point in watching a badly written show that was way past its prime when I could be doing other things, things that brought me some kind of joy. I didn’t even watch when Carl got bit and died. That’s when the show jumped the shark, IMO. Then losing Rick and Maggie? Nah. I’ll stick to the comics. 

When I was a part of the TWD fandom, I was a huge believer in the “Beth survived the gunshot” theory (AKA Team Delusional/Defiance - I still see you, fam!). I read a lot of metas, I even wrote some of my own in my old blog. But seeing how all those very specific clues were there but there was no real resolution... IDK. I didn’t give up per se; I like to think she’s out there kicking walker ass with a crossbow, looking like a total badass with those scars. But far away from the Atlanta group, since the show (as far as S8) was a complete mess. 

I never felt so cheated in my life as I did with TWD (that is until GOT S8, lmao)

11. Is there an unpopular character you like love that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Sansa Stark and Beth Greene

They’re both hated because the fandom thinks them weak. They’re both hated because they think them useless. They’re either too dumb and girly or too bossy. They’re either reliant on other people (which makes them a liability) or they’re suddenly too strong for their own good. They either cry too much or they’re stoic. They’re either stupid for believing or they’re stupid for not having hope. They’re either too weak or not strong enough. They stand up to the male fave and call them on their bullshit, but ofc nobody can do that, especially stupid girls like Sansa and Beth.

At least one of them got a happy(ish) ending.

I gravitate towards those type of characters. The ones that fandom likes to shit on just for existing. So I claim them as my faves and swear to protect them. I guess it’s in my nature. 

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

The two last seasons of GOT

Apart from the writing, which I think we can all agree that is the one thing that needs changing the most, I’d make them a 10-episode season each. Have more time to properly develop the story without rushing it. 

But if we’re talking about the writing exclusively:

Season 7

The Winterhell plot. Don’t show Littlefinger do The Creep™ around Winterfell. The plot is about the Starklings working together, so let’s show that. Let the audience know that Littlefinger is fucking clueless about what’s coming for him.

The Dany-Cersei war. Give Cersei more to do than just drink wine and look at KL from her window. She’s Tywin’s daughter, FFS. Show her scheming and double-crossing people. Have Lannister forces take Dragonstone the minute Daenerys heads north. 

Bran. Let him have emotions, y’know, since he’s still a person. Show the conflict of having to live with the world’s past in your mind while still being a young man that defends his family fiercely.

Show Jon to be a player, be manipulative, in other words, make Pol!Jon a lil bit more obvious, for the people in the back. Also, give him his POV.

Make Dany feel more torn about the political conflict and the supernatural conflict, and not make it a line in the final episode of the season.

Season 8

Again, give Jon his POV.

Make RLJ about Jon, not Daenerys.

Show how RLJ changes different dynamics, not just J/onerys.

Show Sansa bonding with someone, anyone (her sister, Theon, Jon, Gilly) instead of her talking to the Hound about her abuse.

Have the Battle of Winterfell have more emotional impact.

Jon doesn’t ride Rhaegal.

Show the reactions of Arya and Sansa to RLJ.

Show the Starklings doing something else than fight.

Again, give Cersei more to do than just drink wine and look out of her window. Definitely don’t make her sleep with Euron.

Mention the burning of the food and the Tarlys.

People (Varys, Tyrion, Cersei) find out about what happened to Littlefinger.

Show that the North as a whole has legitimate reasons not to want Daenerys as their Queen.

Show Dany sharing some moments with Missandei and Greyworm, not just Jon.

Not kill Missandei (especially like that).

Have Arya use her faceless man abilities.

Let people (by people I mean northern lords and the like) find out about RLJ.

Have Dany and co. flee Winterfell in anger after people find out about RLJ.

Have Dany burn both Tyrion and Varys.

Cersei-Sansa reunion.

Sansa tries to raise her banners (and the Vale’s and the Riverland’s) against both Cersei and Daenerys.

Euron dies after killing Rhaegal.

Bran tells Jon about what Dany might do in KL, so Jon leaves to find her in time.

Jon finds Dany but she imprisons him under the charge of high treason.

Ep 5 plays out exactly the same, only that Missandei witnesses it all and from then on questions her loyalty towards Dany.

The massacre of KL is bigger. There’s a lot more losses.

Have Arya kill Dany instead of Jon.

Dragonpit meeting in which the lords and ladies of the different kingdoms declare the 7K to be independent again, the way they were before Aegon’s conquest.

Jon is liberated by the northern forces with the help of Missandei.

Missandei goes back to Naath, trying to find peace after seeing so much bloodshed and thirst for power.

The Starks go back to Winterfell. Sansa is named QITN as the oldest legitimate daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. Jon and Bran are her closest advisors. Arya decides to go west of Westeros.

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A not-so-quiet life Pt.13

Summary: You could say your life at the Greene’s farm after they took you in was a quiet one… as quiet as it could be considering corpses were walking around as flesh-eating monsters. At least, until a group of survivors in need take shelter in the farm.

Inspired by the request: The reader used to have an emotionally and physically abusive ex and the group runs into her ex and his group and shit hits the fan and the reader gets hurt.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Violence and language typical twd style. Mentions of abuse and quite a lot of self-deprecating thoughts…and in the midst of all that, quite a lot of fluff too and also slow burn.

Chapter: 13/13

Link to my masterlist with the other chapters and my other works can be find in the description of this blog. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags.

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This is the a short chapter to bring this story to its end.. Will we get a happy ending?

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They were all dead, monsters feasting on them, but you didn’t know how it had happened. You had heard the screams and had run as fast as you could to the clear in the woods just to find everyone else dead, overpowered by the monsters.

Maggie seemed to have died trying to protect Beth, half lying over her, but the girl was dead too, holding Hershel’s hand while walkers devoured them. Daryl was lying down next to them, another monster entertained with him.

You sobbed aloud, didn’t care if the walkers heard you. There was something familiar about them, though.

The one feasting on Daryl looked at you and you saw it was your husband, bleeding bullet hole in his head. He smiled to you and you could see blood and pieces of flesh falling down his mouth, but when you tried to close your eyes you couldn’t.

One by one the monsters began looking at you and all them were the men that had been with Dan. The one you had killed looked at you with his face full of Carol’s blood, your knife embedded deep into his head.

Your husband got up and began stumbling towards you, reaching you quickly. You almost welcomed his teeth and claws so you wouldn’t have to see your family dead, knowing you hadn’t done anything to help them…

You jostled awake, panting, heart beating fast, scared. A nightmare, just a nightmare…another one…

“It’s okay, you’re okay.”

You heard Daryl murmur as his arms wrapped tighter around you. You had once again fallen asleep sitting down with him while he kept watch. Around a week had passed since that horrible day but you still had nightmares night in night out.

Daryl always kept watch for the most part of the night so you always went with him, not looking forward to sleep and be haunted by nightmares, waking up alone as a sobbing, terrified mess. Most often than not, you ended up asleep curled up with him while he kept watch, warm and comforted, and when you woke up from a nightmare you always calmed down quick with him holding you.

You nodded, your breath evening, but you had to look around the clear in the woods where you had settled down for the night. Once you were sure everyone was alright, you snuggled against Daryl’s chest again.

“Where they walkers again?” He asked softly.

“Yeah…they had gotten here, killed all of you, they were eating you…” You couldn’t help but shiver again, but you smiled as you felt Daryl press a kiss to the top of your head.

“That ain’t happening.”

“I know.” It didn’t seem like the nightmares were going away, though.

You wiggled a bit, trying to get your aching muscles a bit more comfortable. Your ankle and wounds were better, but you were sore and tired. You all had been constantly moving from here to there during that week, barely managing to stay for a day in a place after clearing it from walkers before another herd made you leave. It was challenging and tiring, both physically and emotionally.

You all knew Lori was due at any moment, couldn’t be longer than two weeks by now. Her big belly and how the weather, whereas cold during the night, was milder now, were the only way to see the pass of time. You needed to find a place or else Lori could very well end up delivering while on the road…and how were you going to take care of a baby like that? Lori was scared, yet she never complained, did her best to hide it and keep going.

Rick was scared too and beyond stressed, which made him snap easily. You could see how his eyes reflected more and more despair as days passed and you couldn’t find a safe place to settle down.

All while your supplies kept getting lower and lower, Daryl coming back from his hunting trips empty-handed and angry at himself more often than not.

“You should go lie down, get some proper sleep.”

Daryl’s voice took you out of your gloomy thoughts. You shook your head, there was no way you were going to move away from his arms. You didn’t sleep better in any other place.

“Alright…there’s a couple hours still before the sunrise, try to sleep. It’s gonna be another long day.”

*

The day ended up being longer than any of you could have thought but in the best way.

Rick and Daryl had gone hunting and had come back with good news. They had found a place where you could settle down, with sturdy walls and fences. A prison. Problem was, you needed to clear the big amount of walkers that were in it, or at least part of them. It was dangerous, but you needed to do it.

That day you managed to clear the outer field, sleeping behind fences that night was a blessing. Next day, Rick’s plan to take over a cellblock worked too, managing to get also that cellblock’s field clear of walkers.

There was still a lot of work to do clearing the remaining walkers, but they were too many and so you had to do it little by little, starting with the ones that surrounded your cellblock and field, but that’d be work for another day. It was also a priority to find the infirmary for Lori and the kitchen for much-needed supplies.

That would wait until the next day, for now you were all beyond happy. It was like a dream. You were behind not only sturdy walls but also fences. You even had rooms…well, cells, but rooms nonetheless, with beds and all. Not to mention the perspective of having an infirmary and a kitchen with supplies.

You had been so elated that you had stopped Daryl to kiss his cheek, not caring everyone was around, when he walked past you as you all worked cleaning and tidying up the cellblock. He had blushed, turning all flustered and babbly, but he’d returned your smile.

You all hadn’t smiled that much in what felt like too long.

Despite all that, despite your happiness and relief at finally having found a safe place, that night you found yourself unable to sleep.

You tossed and turned in your bed. You couldn’t fall asleep, no matter the bed was surprisingly cozy and no matter how excited you’d been at the prospect of finally sleeping in a real one after all this time camping here and there.

You got up and walked to the door, you had chosen a cell from which you could see the perch on which Daryl had decided to settle for the night, saying he was sleeping in no cage, knowing that if you felt scared or anxious, seeing him close would help you calm down.

He had settled on there with his sleeping bag and seemed to be already asleep, it was unfair. You longed to snuggle with him but you weren’t sure about joining him.

You and Daryl…you two didn’t really go to sleep together. It was more like joining each other during watch shifts, cuddled together, and you falling asleep in his embrace.  After a moment of just standing in front of your cell, you decided to join him. Finally you’d gotten yourself a comfy bed and you were giving it up to go and sleep on the floor again, just so you could curl up with Daryl…you got it bad, a part of your brain told you, but you silenced it.

You tiptoed carefully around him, kneeling next to him in silence and slowly lying down next to him, careful not to wake him up. When you lied your head on his chest, though, he woke up with a start, sitting up as if startled, looking around for any threat and reaching out for the knife he kept next to him.

“Shit, woman,” he grumbled when he saw it was you, letting go of the knife. “Thought you were a walker or something.”

“I’m sorry…” You’d pulled back, startled at his reaction, and were looking down guiltily, biting your lip.

“Nah, I’m sorry.”

Daryl reached out to cup your face with his hand, making you look up to him again and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and lean into his touch. When you opened them you found him smiling softly to you and you smiled back, biting your lip as your gaze dropped to his lips for a second. How you wished to kiss him, but you never acted on that impulse, afraid it’d scare him away from you.

“Come here.”

He lied down again, carefully pulling you with him. You threw your arm over him, contenting yourself with kissing his cheek instead of his lips, and you rested your head on his chest again, letting out a content sigh when he wrapped an arm around you, burying his fingers into your messy hair.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” You whispered.

“Didn’t scare me…”

“Yeah, sure.” You chuckled softly. “Walkers can’t get through the fences we closed, we made sure, and we’ve closed the doors too. Rick’s keeping watch. We’re safe.” You added softly.

Daryl said nothing, just kissed the top of your head before he began to tentatively ran his fingers through your hair, and soon you were asleep.

*

Turned out you had been wrong, you weren’t safe. First you had underestimated the threat of the walkers that roamed the corridors of the prison and when you went looking for the infimary and kitchen, you had found yourselves face to face with a herd. Daryl had kept you at his side all the time, but still you had been terrified, and that was nothing compared with how you felt when you saw that Hershel’d been bitten.

Rick had acted quick, cutting off the infected leg, and you’d been sure you were going to pass out, feeling light headed and finding it hard to breathe. Daryl’d been helping hold Hershel down during the process but he reached out for you, taking your hand and squeezing it, helping you ground down and fight your anxiety.

And then, when you had barely recovered, another shock hit your group as you found out the prison wasn’t deserted as you had thought and there were a group of inmates hiding there. There was no time to do anything about it as you all had to rush back to your cellblock in order to help Hershel.

After Carol did as much as he could for Hershel, who was unconscious still, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl went to negotiate with the inmates.

And so now you were anxiously waiting for them to come back after they had gone to help the inmates clear a cellblock for themselves, and also anxiously waiting for Hershel to wake up. He did before the others were back, and even though you were beyond grateful he seemed to be out of danger, you couldn’t help the worry that twisted your stomach as you wondered if Daryl and the others were okay.

When they came back you rushed to Daryl, barely stopping yourself from throwing your arms around his neck in front of everyone. When he reached out to take your hand and lace your fingers, though, you wondered if he’d have minded it.

“Everything was okay?”

“Could have been worse…”

“What happened?”

He told you how two of the five inmates had died, maybe three, one put down by his own friend after been bitten and another killed by Rick after he tried to murder him. Another prisoner had tried it too, but Rick had thrown him out to the walkers of the yard.

A shiver ran through you and Daryl tugged at your hand to pull you closer, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go see Hershel, heard he’s awake.”

“Yeah, he’ll pull through.”

“He’s tough.”

*

That night you couldn’t sleep and you’d decided you’d join Daryl on the perch as soon as you heard him coming back from his watch shift. You had been with him for a while but he had sent you to bed, noticing you were tired. Still, you couldn’t sleep.

You heard footsteps climbing up the stairs but they didn’t stop at the perch, instead making their way to your cell and soon you saw Daryl’s standing at the door.

“Hey,” you greeted when he didn’t say anything.

“Hey…can I…” He trailed off without finishing his question but you thought you understood.

“Yeah.”

Daryl walked into your cell and your heart began beating faster at the idea of him joining you in bed. Carefully, he curled up next to you, throwing an arm over your waist and resting his head on your chest. You were surprised, you hadn’t expected him to cuddle to you like that, but you were melting at it, warmth spreading through you.

“Is this okay?” Daryl asked quietly, sounding unsure, and you wondered if he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s perfect.” You rushed to assure him, wrapping your arms around him afraid he’d pull away. He didn’t, snuggling to you as he felt your arms hold him to you. “You okay?”

“Just tired.”

You kissed the top of his head and began playing with his hair as you contemplated admitting your feelings to him for once and for all. You wanted to but it scared you, afraid it might drive him away from you, from whatever was this thing you two had. You wanted to come clean with him, though, and so you gathered your courage.

“Daryl…” You whispered and he hummed sleepily. “Daryl, I gotta tell you something.”

He lifted his head from your chest at that to look at you, seeming a bit worried.

“What?”

“I…em…” You didn’t know why it was so hard or why it made you feel so embarrassed. “I like you.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“And I like you too.” He said, making your stomach do funny twirls, before snuggling to you again, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, his breathe forming goosebumps on your skin as he whispered, “I thought it was clear.”

“No, but I mean…” You began again, trying to fight your awkwardness and shyness. “I mean that I really, really like you…like in I love you.”

He looked up again at that, pulling back so he could look at you but you had turned your face to the side, unable to meet his eyes.

“Yeah?”

You nodded but couldn’t look at him.

“I love you too,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

You looked at him at that, the butterflies in your stomach out of control, feeling like your chest couldn’t hold your heart no more. It was Daryl’s turn to avert his eyes, seeming shy too, a lovely, crooked smile on his face. In the dark, you could see the blush that spread through his cheeks and you reached out to softly brush your fingers over it before cupping his face.

“That means I can kiss you?” You whispered.

Daryl looked at you for a second before he leaned down, bringing his lips to yours for a tentative, sweet kiss. You smiled into the kiss, the butterflies in your belly going crazy,

When he pulled back his smile mirrored your blissed-out yet shy one. He kissed your lips again softly before snuggling to you, hiding his face on the crook of your neck again. You smiled, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him to hold him close, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and press a kiss to your collarbone before resting his head on your chest again, closing his eyes with a content sigh.

“Goodnight, Daryl.”

You kissed the top of his head and whispered into his hair, closing your eyes.You could have spent the whole night kissing him but you weren’t going to push him. You were happy to take whatever he wanted to give you and to follow his pace.

You didn’t remember the last time you had felt this happy. You had a family that cared for you. You had a home with safe walls, though it didn’t felt half as safe as Daryl’s arms. And you had him. Daryl loved you, you didn’t doubt it, he really did. You felt so giddy you could barely sleep. He’d protect you from anything, you knew, and you’d protect him too. You felt safe with him, and he made you feel strong and capable too, there was nothing you two couldn’t face if you were together. You were sure.

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And...the end! Of course we’d get a happy one! I’m sorry if the end feels a bit abrupt, though. I wanted to finish it here, when they are happy, when nothing too bad had happened to them in their new home...yet, you know what I mean? I could have keep writing this two forever, though. Why last chapters always feel this bittersweer? I’m happy we’re closing this story but I’ll miss the characters...

I hope you enjoyed this finally chapter, I hope it didn’t dissappoint, I hope you enjoyed the series. Let me know what you think if you have time!  As always, English is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes.

Thank you all for your support, your likes, and reblogs and your lovely comments, they really mean the world to me and inspire me to keep writing. It’s been a ride, and I’m so glad for all of you that have gone through it with me. Thank you all so much!!!

Endless thanks to @sourwolf-sterek32 whose request inspired me to create this series, which I enjoyed so, so much writing. Thank you!! I owe you! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My next series, “It’s a dog’s life”, will start the last week of February, that one will be a bit different, and I loved writing it too! Also, the 11th February I’ll post a request, “Not this time”, and the week of the 18th I’ll be posting an angsty mini-series, “Don’t look back”. You can check the descriptions in my masterlist.

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