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dixonsdarkelf · 4 months ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Fourteen

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

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Daryl and I kept our conversation going on the ride back to Alexandria, but my mind was definitely in other places. I loved talking with Daryl, and being in his presence, but damn if this man didn’t make me nervous like a 13-year-old girl talking to her middle school crush. He was easy to talk to, and despite his usual frosty and callous attitude towards others, there was a welcoming and safe energy about him, one that I didn’t find anyone else talking about. When we had conversations, he was attentive, seemed interested, asked follow-up questions & remembered the things I said. He was a self-proclaimed tough guy, but the Daryl that I got to see, when it was just the two of us, dare I say, was a bit of a softie.

After a little while, I was starting to recognize the area and figured we must’ve been getting close to Alexandria, which my ravenous stomach was thankful for.

“Can I ask ya a question?” Daryl asked, “if ya don’t wanna answer, it’s fine.”

“Uh, sure,” I answered nervously, wondering where he possibly could’ve been going with this, especially considering this was the first time he��d prefaced asking me a question by asking if he could.

“Ya said ya’d been havin’ nightmares for some time,” he said. My stomach began to lightly churn at the thought of the different directions in which he could take this. “Ya had ‘em a long time?”

“Uh, no. They only started after the world went to shit,” I explained. I wiggled my toes in an attempt to keep myself calm.

“They always been the same?” Daryl asked. I shook my head.

“So they used to be the same thing every night. I would be crossing the stage at a ceremony after getting board-certified. I’d look out at the audience and see my parents and brothers in the front row, looking so proud as their only daughter and sister became an official fully licensed surgeon. Then I look out at the audience again and see a walker coming down the aisle towards my family. He goes up to my mother and attacks her, and she screams, then everyone starts screaming. He bites her in the neck and tears her vocal cords, and when her screaming stops is always when I would wake up.” I twirled a chunk of my ponytail around my finger and chewed at the inside of my lip. “They changed around the time I got here.”

Despite the churning of my stomach, the pounding of my heart, and the sensation of feeling small that overcame me, I felt the desire to keep going. It was like the words were coming out of me whether I wanted them to or not. But there was a sense of safety, which comforted me as the words came out on their own accord. “Now, it’s still mostly just a blur of colors and physical sensations, and some sounds. But each night, the blurs get a little less blurry, the physical sensations feel more real, and the sounds get louder.” I folded my legs and brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, resting my chin on my knees. “And I’m scared for when it becomes crystal clear.”

“Hey,” he said, and I turned my face to look at him. His face had softened a little, his normal stoic expression appearing less rigid than usual, “nothin’ to be scared of. It’s not real.”

Oh, but it was. It was a very real thing that haunted my every move, that I couldn’t even escape in dreamland. Still, I appreciated his attempt to provide me some comfort.

“I know. Sure feels real though. It always takes me a minute after I wake up on the floor to realize I’m awake and was dreaming,” I explained, resting the side of my head on my forearms, keeping my gaze on Daryl. “It’s pretty jarring at times.”

We pulled up to the front gates, and he brought the car to a stop while we waited for the gate to open. He looked over at me, and his face has somehow softened even more than it already had. “I know it’s scary. Don’t worry. It can’t hurt ya.”

“Thanks Daryl,” I said in an attempt to wrap up the conversation before we got back inside the walls. I wished there was a way to explain the gravity & the reality of them without having to actually do so. Something that would help him understand without sharing too much information.

Rosita was practically at my door already by the time I stepped out of the car.

“Hi. Long time no see,” I said, grabbing my backpack and swinging it over my shoulders.

“Hi. I, umm, wanted to see if you guys needed any help,” she offered, looking past my shoulder into the back of the car, “wow, you guys did great. That’s awesome.”

“Couldn’ta done it without the good luck charm,” Daryl said as he popped the trunk open. I restrained myself from allowing the biggest grin to spread across my face. I couldn’t deny that I loved when he called me that. A couple of the guys at the front gate started grabbing food from the trunk to take to our storage area.

“Rosita, you wanna help me get these into the infirmary, then we can talk?” I asked, gesturing to the pile of fake hands and feet, “y’know, about the concern you mentioned to me this morning?” She caught on quickly and nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

It took two trips for Rosita and I to get most of the pieces into the infirmary. For now, we placed them wherever there was room, as I would be spending the rest of my day finding them a permanent home in the infirmary. Back at the car, I took the remaining food out of my backpack and gave it to one of the guys. I grabbed the last several prosthetic pieces and shoved a couple into my bag, another couple under my arm.

“Daryl, do you want our help with the rest?” Rosita asked as she grabbed the last few prosthetics from me.

“Nah, go on, do what you gotta” he said, then turned to me, “I’ll be over when I’m done.” I gave him a smile and a nod, and I led Rosita over to the infirmary. After a minute, she looked back over her shoulder, determining that we were safely out of earshot, and she could ask questions.

“Be over for what?”

“I mentioned that I was looking forward to eating once we got back, since I didn’t eat before we left this morning, so he offered to make us food. I’m guessing that means he’d bring it over to me once it was done,” I told her. Her face lit up, and I knew this was only the beginning of the incessant questions and teasing that were to come.

“He’s making you food?” she gushed. I gave her a look that screamed for her to lower her voice.

“Shut up,” I whispered, whacking her in the arm with the back of my hand.

“What was the comment about a good luck charm?” she asked. This time, I let a big stupid grin spread across my face.

“Oh, it was a joke I made on our first run. About me being a good luck charm and that’s why we got so lucky with what we found,” I explained, “it was one of my first attempts at being flirty.”

“And he remembered it!?” I whacked her with the back of my hand again.

“Rosita please, keep your voice down,” I begged as I opened the door to the infirmary for her, “it carries.”

She all but threw the last of the prosthetics in her arms onto a counter and sat herself on an exam table, kicking her feet back and forth in excitement. I sat myself in the chair I typically utilized and wheeled over towards the table.

“You look really happy,” Rosita said, giving me a gentle kick in the knee, “tell me everything.”

I recollected the events of our run, from the moment he gave me my coffee this morning to coming back in through the walls just now, including almost every detail. I left out specifics about the things Daryl shared with me in case they were things he didn’t want others to know. Plus, it wasn’t my place to share them. I also left out the details of the conversation on our ride back here.

"And then he stopped the car, Rosita. He stopped the car!" I practically shouted, catching myself when I realized how loud my volume was. I was referencing when I was first trying to get Daryl to let me ask him questions about himself.

I was giggling like a teenage girl talking about her crush in the bathroom with one of her friends. Here I was, at my grown age of 32, blushing and kicking my feet as I told the story. I mostly stared down at the floor to conceal just how red I was. I stopped trying to contain my grins and giddiness and just let them happen.

After I finished my story, she looked at me with the biggest, jaw-drop smile I’d ever seen.

"Oh my god, Daryl’s totally into you! He has to be, he never acts like that!” she squealed. She jumped off the table briefly to give me a giant congratulatory hug. “It sounds like he was even a little bit flirty as well. You're putting stars in his eyes, girly.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with me,” I said as I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest, “Daryl’s not my usual type. I typically go for lanky musicians covered head-to-toe in tattoos who wear makeup. Guys who know how to finger a guitar...and that’s about it.”

“Vector!” Rosita laughed, her jaw on the floor at my rather lewd joke.

“I’m serious. I’ve never been this…enamored by a man before, especially one that makes me so nervous. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m usually very confident when it comes to approaching men I’m into. Maybe a little forward if I’m being honest. He’s easy to talk to, which makes me less nervous, but still.” I spun myself gently around in my chair, scratching my index finger on the side of my thumb.

“I mean, you said it yourself. You’re used to approaching a certain type of man, one that’s very different from Daryl. I guess keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Whatever it is seems to be working,” she said.

“I guess. But we’re still really getting to know each other. What if…what if he learns something he doesn’t like?”

She huffed at me. “Please. What is there not to like about you?”

I discreetly rubbed my rope scars under my sleeve and swallowed to keep the churning of my stomach at bay. “I don’t know, I just…I really like him. I don’t wanna fuck it up.” She reached out and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“You’ll be fine. Just take it slow, and…let whatever happens happen. I have a good feeling about this.”

“Promise me you won’t talk to anyone else about it unless you’re indoors. Carol now knows because she overheard Maggie and Glenn talking about it last week,” I said, and she chuckled a little. “I still need to talk to them about that. Tell ‘em to square up.”

“I won’t, I promise. I can tell Maggie to come by, if you want. I’ll tell her to square up,” Rosita offered, eliciting a giggle from me.

“That’d be great. Thank you.” I grimaced as I looked around at the prosthetics that were now strung out everywhere. "Wanna keep me company while I deal with this? Probably gonna be in here a while.” She sighed as she hopped up off the exam table.

“I should get back to the garden. Plus, your man should be here anytime now. Maybe he can keep you company,” she teased, winking at me. I rolled my eyes so hard, I could see my brain.

“Shut up,” I laughed as Rosita made her way to the door, “oh and don’t tell Aaron about any of this. It’s a surprise for when he’s healed.”

I spent the next hour or so sat on the floor, sorting the limbs into different piles and measured them to figure out their different sizes as best I could. I used sticky notes to label them accordingly. Rosita’s words kept playing over and over in my head as I worked.

Daryl’s totally into you! He has to be, he never acts like that! It sounds like he was even a little bit flirty as well. You're putting stars in his eyes, girly. You’ll be fine. Just take it slow, and…let whatever happens happen. I have a good feeling about this.

I didn’t know what scared me more—the possibility that he could not be interested in me and I’m just reading into everything too much, or the possibility that he is interested in me. Because if he was, there would be things he would have to learn. Things I intended to take to my grave. Things that very well could scare him away.

A knock and then opening of the infirmary door sucked me out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked up over an exam table to see Daryl, carrying a plate with steam coming off of it and some silverware. I couldn’t see it, but whatever it was smelled incredible. Though at this point, I was so hungry that just about anything sounded incredible.

“Hey, be careful, there’s body parts everywhere,” I called out. I pushed one of the piles near me out of the way to clear a path for him.

“Sorry it took so long. Took a while to find a pasta that wasn’t spaghetti,” he said. He squatted down next to me and handed me the warm plate and silverware. “Didn’t wanna make ya sick.” The plate was piled with penne pasta, tomato sauce, and some kind of meat, which I guessed was likely venison. The fact that he went out of his way to find a different pasta shape for me was heartwarming. I could feel myself blushing, just a teeny tiny bit, hopefully so teeny tiny that it wasn’t noticeable to him.

“Do not apologize. The fact that you did this is more than enough. Thank you.” I reached up and set the plate on the exam table and leaned back against the wall. “Do you wanna keep me company while I sort through all this?” I asked, gesturing to the piles of fake limbs scattered across the floor.

“Got watch or I’d say yes” he said, “take a rain check?”

“Yeah. Definitely.” I gave him a warm smile as he rose to his feet and started to leave. I got up into my chair so I could take a break to eat. “Hey Daryl?” He turned back to me, his crossbow swaying against his back and tapping the door. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No, not just…not just for this.”

“For what?”

“For letting me get to know you a bit…listening to me yap on…for caring,” I said, looking up to meet his eyes. Even though he was several feet away, and strands of his gorgeous chocolate hair hung in his face, I could feel that our eyes were locked, and I gave him another warm smile. “You’re a good man.”

“Ya ain’t so bad yourself, sunshine,” Daryl said. I felt my knees give out when he called me sunshine. If I wasn’t sitting, I would’ve crumbled to the floor. I could listen to him call me that all day.

“See you tonight,” I said, and with a nod, he was out the door. I heard him say something to someone, and then in came Maggie. As the door closed behind Daryl, she gave me a look that was begging for more information, probably both about why she was being summoned to see me and what Daryl was doing in here.

“What’s going on in here? Also Rosita said you wanted to “square up?”” she said. I laughed and pointed to the chair opposite me.

“Sit. You and I need to have a chat.”

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the-name-is-z · 6 months ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 36

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Summary: As the group thrives at the prison, fate finds a way to kick them back down. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; canonical character death; disgusting illness causing brain implosion; epidemic; quarantine; murder; burned bodies; betrayal; inter-group conflict

Chapter 36 - Too Close

Iris clutched her knees to her chest as she sat on the floor beside her bunk. Daryl was telling Beth what happened to Zach. Unfortunately, what Iris was really afraid of was that Beth didn’t care. She wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t say much. Iris told Daryl that’s what would happen, but he said he was holding out hope that they’d be okay. When he walked down the hallway and appeared in her doorway, his face told her all she needed to know.

“You told me so.” He murmured quietly. Iris nodded, looking up at him.

“Anything?” She asked. He shook his head, then paused.

“She hugged me.” He replied awkwardly. Iris raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. Well, it was more of a wince.

“And?” Iris asked. He shrugged again. Iris scoffed, shaking her head. It was almost a laugh. “Sounds like that went well, then.” He grunted in response.

“Gonna hit the sack.” He stated, his mood lightened a little more than before. Iris smiled softly.

“Goodnight.” She murmured.

“Night.” He replied, before disappearing from the doorway once more.

Iris waved to Carl and Rick as she walked down the gravel road in the yard. She paused as a shot echoed, coming from Cell Block D.

“Cell Block?” Maggie called from the tower.

“I don’t know!” Rick yelled in reply. Iris was already running to the courtyard.

“Walkers in D!” Glenn called as she and Rick burst through the second gate.

“What about C?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know!”

“Clear! We locked the gates to the tombs.” Sasha called as she, Daryl and Tyreese ran out from C. “Hershel’s on guard.”

“It ain’t a breach.” Daryl stated. They took off running into the cell block, Daryl immediately ripping a rifle from the hands of a man who stood there doing jack shit. People were screaming, being eaten, there was blood and gore littering the hallway. Iris just started shooting. Rick and Tyreese started ushering people out to safety while Daryl and Iris cleared the walkers.

“Check all of them! Every cell!” Rick yelled. They went through each of them, checking on those that survived, the kids, making sure no one was bit. Carol was already amputating the arm of one man. “Are we clear down here? We’re safe?”

“Yeah!” Iris called back, breaking out her knives as she and Daryl climbed up top. A walker jumped out at Glenn, Daryl calling for him to get down before putting an arrow in it’s brain. Iris leaned down, pulling back the curtain of the cell to see the walker’s face. “Oh my god.”

“Oh, it’s Patrick.” Daryl murmured. Iris’ heart sunk. He was such a good kid. What the hell happened here?

“Other cells are clear.” Glenn confirmed, walking back over. “That’s all of them.” Anyone they found dead they made sure to prevent from turning, starting to count bodies. Soft sobbing was coming from a few of the survivors, saying goodbye to their loved ones. Iris was still knelt beside Patrick, looking over his face.

“Rick?” She called softly. “We need Caleb.”

“Why? What is it?” He asked, coming over and kneeling down beside her. Glenn already ran to get the doctor they'd saved from Woodbury.

“He’s not bit. Not injured. Nothing.” Iris said, looking up. The doctor hurried in, Hershel on his heels to get a better idea of the situation. “I think… he just died.”

“Horribly, too. Pleurisy aspiration.” Dr. S concluded, looking over Patrick’s body.

“Choked to death on his own blood.” Hershel translated. “Caused those trails down his face.”

“I’ve seen them before. On a walker outside the fences.” Rick murmured.

“Saw a couple others with ‘em, too.” Daryl murmured. Iris frowned. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

“They’re from the internal lung pressure building up. Like if you shake a soda can and pop the top.” Caleb explained, looking up at them. “Only, imagine your eyes, ears, nose and throat are the top. These things happened before they were around… could be pneumococcal. Most likely an aggressive flu strain.”

“Someone locked him in just in time.” Hershel mumbled.

“So, what… theres a virus floating around now?” Iris asked, paling.

“How could somebody die in a day just from a cold?” Daryl wondered aloud.

“I had a sick pig. Died quick. Saw a sick boar in the woods.” Rick stated.

“Pigs and birds. That’s how these things spread in the past.” Hershel nodded. “We need to do something about those hogs.”

“Maybe we got lucky. Maybe these two cases are it.” Caleb suggested, though it seemed fatally hopeful.

“Come on. When are we that lucky?” Iris grumbled. “These are close quarters. We’ve all been exposed.” There was a long silence before they stood and dispersed.

The council sat around the table in the library, discussing their options. There wasn’t much. Iris kept picking at her nails and tried to pretend she didn’t have a headache that was worsening every passing moment.

“Patrick was fine yesterday and he died overnight.” Carol stated. “That quick? We’ll have to separate everyone that’s been exposed.”

“That’s everyone in that cell block.” Daryl replied. “That’s all of us. Maybe more.”

“We know that this sickness can be lethal. We don’t know how easily it spreads.” Hershel added.

“Can’t take any chances.” Iris shook her head.

“Is anyone else showing symptoms that we know of?” Hershel asked.

“We can’t just wait and see. There’s children.” Carol protested. “It isn’t just the illness, if people die, they become a threat.”

“Okay, well, we can’t euthanize everyone that was exposed, that’s ridiculous. We have to wait.” Iris countered.

“We need a place for them to go. They can’t stay in D.” Hershel shook his head. “We can’t risk going in there to clean it up.”

“We can use Cell Block A.” Carol offered.

“Death row? I’m not sure that’s much of an upgrade.” Glenn huffed.

“It’s clean. That’s an upgrade.” Daryl replied. “Think that’ll work for Dr. S?”

“I’ll help Caleb get it set up.” Hershel agreed, nodding. They all froze as someone coughed down the hallway. They stood, following the noise to see Tyreese escorting Karen down the hallway.

“You okay?” Tyreese asked her quietly, his arm around her shoulder. She nodded.

“You sure?” Carol asked. “You don’t sound so good.”

“I’m just taking her back to my cell so she can rest.” Tyreese replied.

“Tyreese, I don’t think that's a good idea.” Hershel said quietly.

“Why? What’s going on now?” Karen asked, frowning.

“We think it’s a flu or something.” Glenn offered, the council all looking at one another. "That’s how Patrick died.”

“Judith was in that cell block.” Hershel said to himself suddenly. “She’s vulnerable. Anyone that may be sick or even exposed should stay away.”

“I-It killed Patrick?” Karen stammered.

“She’s gonna be okay.” Tyreese assured. “Now that we know what Patrick died from, we can treat it, right?”

“Don’t panic, we’re gonna figure this out, but we should keep you separated in the meantime.” Hershel explained. “We’ll have Caleb take a look at you, and I’ll see what we have in the way of medications.”

“David from the Decatur group, he’s been coughing too.” Karen said quietly, folding her arms across her chest.

“I’ll get him.” Glenn sighed. “There’s some empty clean cells in the tombs, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll meet you there.” Sasha called. Glenn nodded, running off to find David. “Come on, let’s get your settled.” Sasha urged, leading Karen and Tyreese to the tombs. Karen covered her mouth as she walked by, fear in her eyes.

“Have to call another meeting later.” Hershel said briefly.

“Alright.” Daryl nodded. “I’ll get to burying the dead ones.”

“You wear gloves and a mask.” Hershel urged. Daryl nodded again, watching as Hershel walked off with Carol.

“You alright?” He asked, looking to Iris. She seemed paler than usual.

“Yeah, just worried.” She replied, staring into space before looking up at him. “You?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, taking a deep breath. “Got to be.” Iris nodded too, sighing.

“Here. For protection.” She handed him her bandana, placing it carefully in his palm. “Don’t get sick.”

“Thanks.” He replied, running his thumb along the centre seam. He looked up and Iris smiled softly, trailing off down the hallway.

Iris found Carl in the cafeteria area they’d turned into a little games room for the kids, with puzzles and board games and comic books they’d found on runs. He was seated in the middle of the floor, with wire, a hammer, nails and a few pieces of wood around him. He turned to her, holding up a wooden cross he made, a grave marker.

“Do you know if Patrick was catholic?” He asked. Iris sighed, sitting down at the table beside him.

“He was proud to say he was a practicing atheist.” Iris replied, recalling the fond memory. Carl frowned, turning back to the marker and taking it apart. “I’m sorry, Carl. I know you two were friends.”

“Not really.” Carl replied softly, sighing.

“Still.” Iris breathed. “You doing okay?”

“I have to be.” Carl replied with a shrug, turning to look at her. Iris sighed.

“A popular sentiment.” She murmured.

Iris felt sick as she looked over the charred bodies Tyreese had discovered. He came running as soon as he found them, out in one of the small back courtyards for solitary inmates. Iris, Carol, Tyreese, Daryl and Rick stood around the burned corpses of Karen and David in shock.

“You found them like this?” Rick asked, fist clenched.

“I came to see Karen.” Tyreese all but whispered. “I saw the blood on the floor. Then I smelled them. Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire! They killed them and set them on fire!” He cried, his voice breaking. He turned to Rick abruptly, causing Daryl to jump, ready to take him down if need be. “You’re a cop.” Tyreese hissed. “You find out who did this and you bring ‘em to me, you understand? You bring ‘em to me.”

“We’ll find out who—“ Daryl put a hand on his arm to console him, but Tyreese ripped out of his grip.

“I need to say it again?” Tyreese questioned. Rick sighed, shifting his weight.

“No, no. I know what you’re feeling. I’ve been there. You saw me there. It’s dangerous—“

“Karen didn’t deserve this. David didn’t deserve it. Nobody does.” Tyreese cried.

“Alright man, let’s—“ Daryl tried again, only for Tyreese to whip around, grabbing him by the shirt collar and slamming him against the nearest set of bars.

“Man, I ain’t going nowhere till I find out who did this!” Tyreese yelled. Daryl put his hands out, stopping Rick and Carol from lunging at Tyreese. He paused, finding Iris standing behind him with a knife poised to strike between his ribs.

“Back off a little.” Iris warned quietly.

“We’re on the same side, man.” Daryl said.

“Hey, look.” Rick continued, using his soothing voice. “I know what you’re going through. We’ve all lost someone. We know what you’re going through right now but you’ve got to calm down.” He put his hand on Tyreese’s shoulder. Tyreese dropped Daryl, turning back around to shove Rick away.

“You need to step the hell back!” He yelled.

“She wouldn’t want you being like this—“ Rick tried, earning a swift punch to the jaw. Rick hit the floor, Carol letting out a cry of surprise.

“Stop! Stop!” She screamed. Rick tried to get up, and Tyreese punched him again. Daryl launched himself at him, hooking his arms around Tyreese’s neck.

“That’s enough.” He said firmly. Iris knelt beside Rick, helping him back up. Rick used the opportunity to punch Tyreese right back. He went down, and Rick kicked him in the stomach before laying waste to him a few times. “Rick.” Daryl called. “Stop!”

“Let go of me!” Rick screamed as Daryl pulled him off Tyreese.

“No.”

“Let go of me!”

“No!”

“Jesus Christ.” Iris muttered, rubbing a hand over her face. Tyreese rolled over on the ground, curling into himself as he sobbed. Rick broke free of Daryl’s grasp, panting as blood dripped from his mouth. His hand was shaking, dripping with Tyreese’s blood.

Carol quickly took him back inside to get his cuts treated by Hershel. Daryl and Iris stayed with Tyreese as he let it all out, waiting for him to finish before helping him up to get back inside. He quickly shrugged them both off, heading to the yard to dig two more graves.

They followed him, leaning against the truck in the yard a ways off, just to keep an eye out. Bob kept him company, chatting idly but respectfully while Tyreese worked. Iris felt her headache worsen, the pain blooming on the side of her temples. She cleared her throat, feeling saliva build in her mouth as nausea settled in her stomach.

“Iris. Hey, you okay?” Daryl asked, leaning forward off of the truck to get a better look at her. Iris swayed, feeling the blood drain from her head. Her lips looked suddenly pale, a little chapped. “Iris.”

“I don’t…” She slurred, swaying on her feet even more. Daryl lurched forward to catch her elbow, pulling her bandana over his face as he turned her to face him. Her eyelids fluttered, adjusting to the sunlight behind his head. She let out a soft groan, blinking slowly. Why was it suddenly so cold?

“Damn it.” Daryl muttered. Iris swayed again, her knees buckling beneath her. Daryl scooped her up into his arms, finding her far too light and shockingly limp. Her head lolled back against his chest and he started jogging toward Cell Block A.

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smnet · 6 months ago

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H3C UniServer BT616E 16 Ports 25G Ethernet Direct Connect Module

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howlytic · 1 year ago

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How do I activate AMC Theatres on various devices?

AMC Theatres is a popular movie theater chain that also offers an online streaming service called AMC Theatres On Demand. To enjoy the wide selection of movies and TV shows available on this platform, amc.com/activate on your preferred devices. In this guide, we will provide step-by-step instructions on how to activate AMC Theatres on various devices, including smart TVs, streaming devices, and mobile devices.

1. Activating AMC Theatres on Smart TVs:

a. Turn on your smart TV and connect it to the internet.

b. Launch the AMC Theatres app on your smart TV or download it from the app store.

c. Open the app and select the activation option.

d. You will be shown an activation code on the screen.

e. On your computer or mobile device, visit the AMC Theatres activation website.

f. Enter the activation code displayed on your smart TV.

g. Follow the on-screen instructions to complete the activation process.

h. Once activated, you can start streaming movies and TV shows on your smart TV.

2. Activating AMC Theatres on Streaming Devices (e.g., Roku, Amazon Fire Stick):

a. Connect your streaming device to your TV and ensure it is connected to the internet.

b. From the home screen of your streaming device, navigate to the app store.

c. Search for the AMC Theatres app and install it on your streaming device.

d. Launch the app and select the activation option.

e. An activation code will be displayed on your TV screen.

f. On your computer or mobile device, visit the AMC Theatres activation website.

g. Enter the activation code shown on your TV screen.

h. Follow the on-screen instructions to complete the activation process.

i. Once activated, you can start streaming AMC Theatres content on your streaming device.

3. Activating AMC Theatres on Mobile Devices (iOS and Android):

a. Open the app store on your mobile device (App Store for iOS, Google Play Store for Android).

b. Search for the AMC Theatres app and install it on your device.

c. Launch the app and sign in to your AMC Theatres account or create a new account if you don't have one.

d. Follow the on-screen prompts to verify your account and permissions.

e. Once you are signed in, you can start streaming movies and TV shows on your mobile device.

Conclusion: Activating AMC Theatres on various devices is a simple process that allows you to access the vast collection of movies and TV shows available on the platform. Whether you are using a smart TV, streaming device, or mobile device, following the step-by-step instructions provided in this guide will help you activate AMC Theatres quickly and start enjoying your favorite content. Sit back, relax, and immerse yourself in the world of entertainment with amc.com/activate.

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kcyars52 · 2 years ago

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Emmys 2023: List of Nominees

'Succession,' 'The Last of Us,' 'The White Lotus' and 'Ted Lasso' are among shows that landed the most Emmy nominations, which were revealed during a virtual ceremony Wednesday.

Hilary Lewis

'Succession,' 'The Last of Us,' 'The White Lotus' and 'Ted Lasso' are among shows that landed the most Emmy nominations, which were revealed during a virtual ceremony Wednesday.

The nominations for the 2023 Emmy Awards have been revealed, with Succession, The Last of Us, The White Lotus and Ted Lasso among those landing the most noms.

Actors earning nominations included Pedro Pascal forThe Last of Us, Jeremy Strong for Succession, Quinta Brunson for Abbott Elementary and Jenny Ortega for Wednesday.

Emmy-nominated actress Yvette Nicole Brown and TV Academy chair Frank Scherma announced who will be competing for some of TV’s highest honors during a virtual ceremony on Wednesday.

Brown was nominated for an Emmy for her work on The Black Lady Sketch Show. Her other credits include Community, Central Park, Elena of Avalor, Disenchanted, DC League of Super Pets and Lady and the Tramp.

In order to be eligible for this year’s awards, TV shows had to have aired between June 1, 2022, and May 31, 2023.

The 75th annual Emmys are currently set to air live from the Peacock Theater (formerly the Microsoft Theater) on Monday, Sept. 18, from 5-8 p.m. PT/ 8-11 p.m. ET on Fox, with the Creative Arts ceremonies set for Sept. 9-10. A host for the Fox ceremony has not yet been revealed, but Jesse Collins, Dionne Harmon and Jeannae Rouzan-Clay are set to produce the telecast.

The Monday airdate for the Emmys is unusual for a year when the telecast, which rotates among broadcast networks ABC, CBS, Fox and NBC, doesn’t air on NBC.

The Emmys usually air Sunday nights, except when NBC hosts the telecast, when the awards ceremony has aired Mondays due to the network’s Sunday Night Football commitments. Indeed the 2022 Emmys aired on a Monday, Sept. 12, on NBC. Fox last aired the Emmys in 2019 when the show aired on a Sunday, Sept. 22.

Still, it’s possible that the awards presentations could get delayed if there isn’t a resolution to the ongoing writers strike later this summer. The possibility of an actors strike also looms as SAG-AFTRA continues contract negotiations with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) group representing studios and streamers, and the deadline for those talks is set for 11:59 p.m. PT on Wednesday. While the union agreed Tuesday to engage a federal mediation agency in its talks, which have been taking place since June 7, it said it would not extend discussions beyond Wednesday night’s deadline. The Directors Guild recently reached a new deal with the studios and streamers.

Read on for this year’s Emmy nominees in select categories. A full list of this year’s nominees is available at Emmys.com.

BEST DRAMA SERIES

Andor (Disney+) Better Call Saul (AMC) The Crown (Netflix) House of the Dragon (HBO/Max)The Last of Us (HBO/Max)Succession (HBO/Max) The White Lotus (HBO/Max) Yellowjackets (Showtime)

BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES

Jeff Bridges (The Old Man) Brian Cox (Succession) Kieran Culkin (Succession) Bob Odenkirk (Better Call Saul) Pedro Pascal (The Last of Us) Jeremy Strong (Succession)

BEST ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES

Sharon Horgan (Bad Sisters) Melanie Lynskey (Yellowjackets) Elisabeth Moss (The Handmaid’s Tale) Bella Ramsey (The Last of Us) Keri Russell (The Diplomat) Sarah Snook (Succession)

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES

F. Murray Abraham (The White Lotus) Nicholas Braun (Succession) Michael Imperioli (The White Lotus) Theo James (The White Lotus) Matthew Macfadyen (Succession) Alan Ruck (Succession) Will Sharpe (The White Lotus) Alexander Skarsgård (Succession)

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES

Jennifer Coolidge (The White Lotus) Elizabeth Debicki (The Crown) Meghann Fahy (The White Lotus) Sabrina Impacciatore (The White Lotus) Aubrey Plaza (The White Lotus) Rhea Seehorn (Better Call Saul) J. Smith-Cameron (Succession) Simona Tabasco (The White Lotus)

BEST COMEDY SERIES

Abbott Elementary (ABC) Barry (HBO/Max) The Bear (FX) Jury Duty (Amazon Freevee) The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (Prime Video) Only Murders in the Building (Hulu) Ted Lasso (Apple TV+) Wednesday (Netflix)

BEST ACTRESS IN A COMEDY SERIES

Christina Applegate (Dead to Me) Rachel Brosnahan (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) Quinta Brunson (Abbott Elementary) Natasha Lyonne (Poker Face) Jenna Ortega (Wednesday)