#ANYWAY. the glenns. biting them

[egcdeath]

going the extra mile

pairing: patrick zweig x reader

summary: patrick takes care of you after a rough day at work. 

word count: 2k

warnings: domesticity, established relationship tooth rotting fluff, so much fluff you might have to visit your dentist, brief mention of alcohol, eating, baths, mentions of sex but no explicit scenes, so sappy, very lightly edited

author’s note: this fic is part of my succession au (previous part here) but you don’t need to read it to read this! all you need to know is that patrick and reader are engaged. 

“Honey, I’m home!” you called out as you stepped through the door of your shared apartment, voice a little flat from an exhausting day. 

What began as a joke after you first moved in with Patrick quickly began a critical part of your evening routine, where whoever got home from work later called the cheesy phrase out to the other person, then was excitedly greeted at the door. It was a cute routine and something for you to look forward to after a long day at work—much like the one you just experienced.

Just as you predicted, Patrick appeared at your door shortly after you announced your arrival, beating your equally excited cat by just a few seconds.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted you warmly before entering your space to give you a quick forehead kiss. “How was your day?”

“Stressful,” you huffed, allowing Patrick to take your work bag and hang it up for you. You squatted down to pet your cat, who was now enthusiastically rubbing her chin on your shin.

“I figured it would be. I know big presentations aren’t your favorite,” he acknowledged, ruffling your hair from where you were petting your cat. “So I picked up a bunch of food from that Italian place you like. Want to change into something comfortable then eat?”

“Oh Patrick,” you sighed in relief, looking up at him with love in your eyes. A huge feast was exactly what you needed after such a rough day. “You might be the best fiancé ever.”

As promised, when you returned to the kitchen after putting on a satin pajama set—one that Patrick randomly gifted you early on in your relationship—a variety of takeout boxes sat on the counter from one of your favorite restaurants. You didn’t even think that they did take out, but Patrick must’ve convinced them somehow. Knowing that he would go out of his way to do something like that for you made you want to grab and kiss him. 

You grabbed what you wanted then sat down on your couch, not even bothering to care about marinara stains that might end up on the very expensive piece of furniture. At that point, your comfort mattered more than any material items—a sentiment that you were sure that Patrick would agree with. 

Your fiancé joined you not too long after you sat down, bringing you an offer of focaccia and a glass of wine. 

“You know me so well,” you practically purred, a soft smile on your lips as you gladly took the glass of wine from him. 

Patrick smiled back at you in response, not outwardly acknowledging your praise, but the light dusting of pink on his cheeks letting you know that he appreciated it anyway. You always loved seeing the effects your compliments had on him, even if he didn’t immediately speak his mind. 

“Do you want to watch a movie? Want a foot massage?” he offered, remote to the television already in one hand. It was sweet how he seemed to be going down a checklist of all of the things he knew you liked after a long, stressful day. 

“I think I just want to enjoy your company for now. Maybe an early debrief? Tell me about your day?” you suggested, setting down your glass of wine to take a bite of the food on your plate. 

“My day was pretty boring, to be honest,” he sighed. “We did some run-throughs of Glenn’s speech, then went back to the office and got some boring work done that you don’t want to hear about.”

“Maybe I do wanna hear about it,” you challenged, sitting up slightly straighter to indicate your interest. “Or maybe I just want to hear you talk a little more?” you added, figuring that it would be better to be honest. 

Information about the campaign Patrick was working on would probably go in one ear and out the other, but his voice was always a comforting, grounding thing for you. After having such a busy, stressful day, you couldn’t think of a single better way to unwind than to hear Patrick talk endlessly to you. 

Being the supportive fiancé that he was, Patrick did exactly that, telling you about all of the ins and outs of his day until you finished eating and drinking and were halfway into a food coma. 

Sensing your sleepiness, Patrick paused in his storytelling. “I was gonna run a bath for you, but I wanted to wait so it didn’t get too cold while we ate. What do you think?”

“I think I want to marry you right now,” you gushed, thrilled at the prospect of a warm bath to help you fully unwind from the day. 

As promised, Patrick set up a bath for you, complete with a candle-lit room and the soothing aroma of a bath bomb. You sat in a fuzzy robe and watched from your bedroom as Patrick set up the bath for you, flattered by his commitment to giving you a relaxing evening. 

After he was satisfied with the bath he put together for you, Patrick retrieved you from your bedroom and led you to the tub, as if you didn’t already know where it was. 

“Just yell for me if you need anything,” Patrick told you, letting go of the hand that he was holding.

“What if I need something now?” you questioned as you shed your robe and stepped into the warm, soothing water of the bath.

“What do you need?” he asked curiously, already preparing to get whatever it was that you wanted. 

“Well, I don’t need it, but it would be nice if you joined me. If you want to,” you added shyly, still worried about accommodating your partner years into your relationship. Patrick wasn’t always in the mood to do super romantic things, but after giving you such a nice night, it seemed far more likely that he would accept your offer. 

Your request was received even better than you expected, with Patrick making quick work of stripping and getting into the tub behind you, before letting you recline against his chest comfortably. 

The two of you sat in the tub for a long time, occasionally talking about whatever came to mind, but mostly unwinding in silence and sharing the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact. 

Once again, you were sure that you could fall asleep right then and there, relaxed by a tiring trifecta of your dinner, the warm bath, and your fiancé’s comforting presence. 

“I never wanna get out,” you sighed contently, turning your head to dreamily look at your partner. 

“I don’t either, but I’m starting to worry that if I stay any longer, my skin’s gonna start falling off,” he showed you his pruning fingers to prove his point. 

“Ew,” you said simply, that being all you needed to hear to get you out. Besides, the water had gone cold a long time ago, and you were itching to lay in bed. 

“I want to get out, but I don’t think any of my muscles work anymore,” you explained as you watched Patrick wrap a towel around his waist after stepping out of the tub. 

“Is this your way of asking me to carry you to bed?” he asked with a hint of laughter in his voice. 

“Depends. Are you offering?” you fluttered your eyelashes at Patrick as if that would somehow sweeten the deal. 

Patrick gave you a wordless grin, one that told you that you were about to get exactly what you wanted. He helped you out of the tub and carried you to bed as he promised, before setting you down and tossing some pajamas at you.

After he cleaned up the bathroom, Patrick joined you in bed, where you were chewing on your bottom lip as you answered a few work emails. 

“Put that away,” Patrick gently chided you, shutting your laptop for you. “They can have you tomorrow. Let me have you for now?” 

You couldn’t argue with that logic, not protesting when Patrick took your computer and set it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Though you really would like to get more work done, your partner was accurate in his assessment that nothing would change if you answered that night rather than in the morning, other than your peace of mind. 

Once your laptop was out of the way, Patrick wasted no time pulling you in for a passionate kiss, which felt like the perfect way for you to end your night. As his hands eagerly roamed your body, you thought about how this was something that you both earned, with Patrick treating you to such a lovely evening, and you needing this one final action to complete your night of relaxation. 

Just as Patrick found his way between your thighs, your heated moment was interrupted by the dejected sounding meows of your cat at the door, wanting to be let into the room. Both of you groaned, knowing that if you didn’t address the angry furball waiting for you, you really wouldn’t be able to enjoy your night. 

“We’ll pick this back up in the morning,” he promised you as he got out of bed. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” you laughed, sitting up and pulling your discarded nightgown back on while you watched Patrick open the door for your pet. Predictable as ever, she jumped into your bed and sat down where she always liked to sit between you and your fiancé.

“This has to be the most spoiled cat in all of human history,” Patrick commented as he sat back down next to the two of you in bed. 

“Whose fault is that?” you teased as you pet the purring feline. Though he would never admit it, Patrick somehow loved your pet even more than you did. You often found him holding and cooing at the cat, or doing research on new toys and puzzles to enrich her.

“We share responsibility for it,” he dismissed, causing you to giggle. 

“Sure,” you replied, not even bothering to hide the incredulity in your voice.  

As the two of you sat in bed, you settled into your typical evening routine, with Patrick reading a book beside you and you catching up with your friends over text. 

Out of the blue, your partner spoke up, grabbing your attention. “You still haven’t told me about how the presentation went.”

You groaned aloud and turned to look at your fiancé, reading glasses perched on his nose and an open book laid on his chest. His beauty, even in a moment of not being all put-together, felt like it should be a crime. 

“It wasn’t my best work,” you confessed. “It was kinda my fault. I’ve been so preoccupied with all the wedding stuff, that I basically just let Art throw together the presentation. I just felt so unprepared, but it’s fine, I guess.”

“I’m sure you did better than you think you did,” he assured you. “And if you didn’t, that’s also fine. It’s over, and I don’t think anyone’s gonna remember that you were a little unprepared.”

Though you’d reassured yourself with similar words, it was nice to hear it coming from your partner. 

“You’re right. Presentation aside, thank you for making me forget about the real world and all of my problems for a little while,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek, and felt your cheeks warm as Patrick followed up your kiss on the cheek with a real kiss. It amazed you how even after years of being together, he was still able to give you butterflies. 

“That was the goal,” he was obviously happy to see that this evening of sweet actions had the intended outcome, based on the wide smile on his face. 

You bit your tongue to hold back a sappy love confession, knowing that Patrick surely wasn’t in the mood to return you one, but you couldn’t think of anything else more obvious than the mutual love you felt sitting in that bed, thoroughly pampered after a rough day. 

As you laid there next to your grinning fiancé, you couldn’t help but wish that your wedding would come even sooner, so you could look forward to endless nights of domestic bliss. 

[woman-of-balnain]

The Claim Part 5/5 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

Previous Part | Collection Masterlist | AO3 Ver. | Next Work

Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: Now that your heat has arrived, Rick fully claims you as his.

A/N: Okay, here is the final part. Happy Valentine’s Day lmao.

First thing: I forgot to add earlier that this part will involve breeding kink elements from both Rick and the Reader. Sorry, I added it on the ao3 version but not here. So if that’s not your thing, don’t read.

This is like the size of two normal parts lol and out of the roughly 8k words, approx. 7k is smut 😅

The last bit is just some plot to wrap the story up. I feel like that bit is a little too short, so I might extend it later.

I’ve given it one read over before posting but it’s so damn long and there might still be some typos and/or errors. Hopefully nothing major.

Lastly, I do plan to write some more stuff with this particular Rick/Reader pairing, exploring some other stuff that will take place later in twd series. If you have any requests for them lmk.

Anyway, enjoy 😏

Warnings: Rick has A LOT of stamina, multiple male orgasms, multiple female orgasms, multiple creampies, shower sex, doggstyle, cowgirl, oral sex (male and female receiving), mentions of tasting blood (from claiming bites), deepthroating

Word Count: 8,308

Dividers by: @newlips​ + @cafekitsune​

Rick and Glenn had found a small and abandoned hunting cabin, that sat secluded in the woods. With your mind addled and hazed from your heat, you barely took notice of the setup, but your inner omega was happy to see that they’d established a perimeter with empty cans and bottles that would make noise to alert Rick if any walkers came too close.

 Your alpha didn’t waste any time once you arrived. Rick threw you down onto the bed, his hands instantly falling to the waistband of his pants once you were laying down in front of him. You watched with a hungry gaze as he unbuckled his belt, your slick pooling between your legs with anticipation.

 “You think this is a show, ‘mega?” He growled out, still angry from seeing you taking comfort in Daryl. “Clothes off. Now.”

 He pulled the belt away from his jeans, flinging it off to the side, but not before unsheathing the knife he kept holstered on it. Despite the way your heated skin made your clothes feel like they were scratching uncomfortably against you, every fiber of your being was so entranced by him that your hands fumbled clumsily with your dress, not wanting to take your attention off him.

 Rick was much more calculated and composed in his movements, eyes watching you intensely as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When he’d gotten rid of that too, and you had still made no progress in getting rid of your own clothing, Rick came onto the bed, moving on top of you and caging your body beneath his.

 “These damned dresses,” he muttered with a mix of annoyance and appreciation.

 He moved one hand down over your chest and then your stomach before he bunched up the skirt of the short summer dress, revealing your clothed pussy. You were soaking wet, causing the material of your white panties to be practically transparent. Rick glided two of his long fingers over you, teasing your clit, which caused your back to arch and your hips to buck with desperate need.

 “Please, Alpha…” you whined, unable to wait any longer.

 Rick’s gaze was dark and fiery, showing that he was just as eager, but he still had a lot more control than you did. When he raised the knife still held in his other hand, pointing it down at you, logically you should have been scared.

 But you knew that Rick wouldn’t hurt you, and the deep lust in his gaze reassured you of that fact. He brought the blade down slowly, applying just enough pressure to the material of your dress to cut into it and give him an opening.

 He flung the knife off carelessly after that, letting it clang onto the floor somewhere across the room. His hands were all over you then, as he tore your dress apart, desperate to explore the skin it concealed underneath. His gaze only grew impossibly darker when he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra.

 “Naughty girl,” he chastised you heatedly, his hands moving to squeeze your now exposed breasts.

 “Oh god,” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

 His fingers teased your nipples, tugging and stroking them until they were achingly hard. Then you let out a salacious moan as Rick’s head dipped, taking one of the sensitive peaks between his lips, his tongue and teeth tormenting you further.

 Your hips bucked again, and he moved his free hand between your legs, right where you were desperate to be touched. Rick’s attention on your breasts never faltered as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him access to your dripping wet pussy.

 He thrust two fingers into you, sliding in easily due to the amount of slick there. Your body moved wildly, the heat inside of you driving you crazy and sweat coating every inch of your skin. You were desperate for release, felt like you needed it, and Rick was quickly getting you there.

 But then his mood darkened as he pushed his fingers in a little more roughly, while his other hand and his teeth tugged hard on your nipples.

 “You were curled up to another alpha,” he pointed out angrily, pulling back to look you in the eye. “While you were this wet, Omega.”

 “I… I’m sorry,” you cried out, not wanting him to be mad. “I needed you so badly and you weren’t there…”

 “You’re mine,” he reminded you possessively. “This body, this pussy… everything about you is mine.”

 “Yes,” you moaned out instantly, agreeing wholeheartedly. “I’m yours.”

 Rick pressed his body closer to yours, his bare chest coming into contact with your heated skin. His nipples brushed against yours, teasing you both and his eyes fluttered shut with a groan. He rested his forehead against your own, his warm breath fanning out over your lips as his fingers continued their rapid thrusting in and out of your pussy.

 “Show me,” he requested breathlessly, his thumb moving up to rub against your clit. “Cum for me, omega. Show me you’re mine.”

 He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that one perfect spot, while his thumb continued rubbing and flicking against your clit.

 “Fuck,” you whined. “Rick, I… I’m…”

 “Let go, baby,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing his cheek affectionately against yours.

 He pressed down hard against your clit and your body gave him exactly what he wanted. You felt the waves of pleasure overcome you, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth falling open as a deep moan escaped your lips.

 “Good girl,” he praised, loving the way you tightened around him.

 You saw stars and your mind was in a state of euphoric bliss. Rick trailed kisses along your scent gland while his fingers continued to stimulate you, waiting patiently for you to come down from your high.

 When your eyes lazily fluttered open again and your body settled, you found Rick gazing at you with a mix of emotions. There was still that dark and heated lust in his eyes, but there was also deep care and affection and you thought, that due to the intensity of it, maybe it could have been akin to love.

 He didn’t give you much time to ponder over it though, because he quickly bent his head down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. The burning feeling of your heat had settled temporarily thanks to your orgasm, so you let yourself enjoy the feel of his mouth languidly caressing yours.

 Rick gently pulled his fingers from your pussy, allowing both of his hands to tease your inner thighs. He alternated between squeezing you possessively, his fingers digging into your skin, and lightly caressing you, leaving trails of goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

 His lips, the bottom one so much fuller than the other, enticed your own with their slow and calculated movements. His tongue moved in perfect harmony with your own, leaving you breathless.

 Eventually, his head pulled back and you tried to lift yours too, chasing his mouth to continue the heated kiss. But Rick just bit down on your lower lip, gently tugging on it before he completely moved away, leaning back to take you in with his lustful gaze. The effects of your heat were building up again, demanding more.

 “Rick,” you moaned out. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”

 His eyes fell to the apex of your thighs and his fingers tugged a little at your panties before his impatience won over. Pulling his hands away from you, Rick moved them to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before tugging them down his hips.

 Then his hands were back on you, pushing your panties further to the side so that your pussy was exposed enough for him. Not wasting a second, Rick pushed forward and thrust into you deeply, almost to the hilt and causing you both to let out desperate moans.

 “Damn it, Omega,” he grit out in pleasure. “You’re so tight, squeezing down on me perfectly.”

 As if in response to his words, your pussy clamped down even harder on his cock, causing his hands to reach for your hips instinctively, gripping them tightly. He kept his hold on you, using it for leverage as he pounded into you over and over and over again, setting a brutal pace.

 “You’re not…” he got out between his thrusts. “Ever gonna… even look… at another alpha… again.”

 He said it like it was a promise, as though he intended to imprint himself somehow on your body so that you were constantly reminded of him. Apparently, he didn’t realize that he’d already pretty much done so.

 “I only want you,” was your response, promising him exactly what he wanted.

 Rick leaned down, kissing you hard. The change in his angle caused him to move deeper and his cock brushed against that bundle of nerves inside you again. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, hips thrashing wildly in desperate need.

 He kept you steady with the hold he still had on you, stopping you from thrusting your hips so high that he would slip out. Instead, he ensured that you felt every inch of his bare cock, the silky texture of the skin brushing against your sensitive walls and driving you closer and closer to the edge.

 He never let up in his forceful thrusts, fucking you hard, deep and fast, until your thoughts drifted away into a mindless haze and the only thing left was Rick and how he made you feel. All the while he kept kissing you, lips claiming yours possessively until yours were swollen and bruised and aching for more.

 With each push into your pussy, the sweat-slicked skin and light hairs on his pelvis brushed against your clit and stimulated you further. You were clinging to his back, nails digging into his skin, but Rick didn’t seem to care.

 Finally, his lips left yours and your eyes opened to see his own lost in a state of ecstasy. He was just as close to cumming as you were, if not closer.

 “’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he promised in a daze, one of his hands moving to rest on your lower stomach. “Fuck my cum into you until your belly’s swollen with my child.”

 “Oh god, Rick,” you moaned with an eagerness you’d never felt before.

 “Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” he continued heatedly, head dipping again to kiss along your neck.

 You nodded fervently, loving the sound of everything he said, but you doubted he noticed, since he was preoccupied by lavishing your scent gland with attention. Rick gave a few more deep and forceful thrusts before the head of his cock hit your cervix and he groaned out desperately.

 His fingers dug into your waist, holding you steady as he came deep inside of you. The warm feel of his cum filling you up and the way his cock throbbed against your tight walls sent you over the edge. You spasmed around him, pussy clenching him even tighter, milking him completely.

 Rick’s teeth grazed against your scent gland, and you tilted your head obediently, offering yourself for him to claim you. But then he pulled his head away and you let out a whine of frustration, not understanding his reluctance.

 His gaze was still addled with lust, but there was an underlying sadness in his eyes that you couldn’t comprehend. When your legs wrapped tighter around him and you squeezed around his cock again, he lowered his head to your shoulder, biting down hard.

 It wasn’t where you wanted or needed him, but the shock of his teeth piercing into your skin and the fact he was still thrusting deeply into you, albeit more slowly, sent you over the edge yet again.

 It was like a second wave of your first orgasm, with the intensity becoming even greater. It was enough for you to lose yourself again, forgetting about your disappointment for a moment and just enjoying the feel of Rick completely surrounding you.

 As your bodies settled, his tongue soothed the bite he’d left on your shoulder and his fingers caressed along the feverish skin of your stomach and waist. Your breaths calmed and you sunk back into the mattress and then he was pulling out of you slowly, careful not to cause any more friction.

 You absentmindedly noticed that he was still completely hard, but your body was spent, and your eyes were droopy, telling you both that you needed some rest. The mixed fluids of his cum and your slick pooled out warmly between your thighs, but you paid it little mind.  

 Instead, you turned tiredly on your side and snuggled up into the sheets. Rick moved behind you, his body fitting against yours like you were two pieces of a puzzle, and he wrapped an arm around your waist.

 “Get some rest, ‘mega,” he murmured, nuzzling affectionately into your neck. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

 That wasn’t your concern, though. You were upset about him not claiming you, despite the way he was so insistent that you were his. Still, your exhaustion won out for the time being, so you let your eyes fall closed and your body relax against him.

 You’d sort it out later. For now, you just wanted to bask in the afterglow and the warm feel of his body protectively pressed against yours.

When you woke up again, the first thing you noticed was how you were even more feverish than earlier. It was unbearable in a way you’d never experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as though there was a raging inferno inside of you that couldn’t be soothed.

 Your sweat soaked into the sheets and your fever made you feel slightly delirious, like a haze was clouding your mind. You couldn’t think, only feel and when the fog of sleep finally left, you felt nothing else but Rick and the desperate state of your heat.

 You were on your back now, legs spread wide with Rick’s head buried between them. His hands were gripping your inner thighs, holding you steady while his tongue gave slow, languid licks along your pussy.

 “Alpha…” you moaned, fingers tugging lightly on his hair.

 The scruff of his beard scratched along your thighs, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against your wet folds. He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his lips sucking down at the same time and sending you into a frenzy.  

 He already seemed to know your body well and as your pussy clenched, aching for something inside of it, Rick moved his tongue down and away from your clit. His tongue pushed into your dripping core right as his nose brushed against your sensitive nub.

 He fucked you with his tongue, lapping up your slick while his hands squeezed your thighs in a vice-like grip. His hold on you was strong and a little painful, but the way he was showering your pussy with attention made any discomfort fade away.

 Then, Rick moved up again, bringing his mouth back to your clit and his fingers plunged into you instead. He moved them at a quick pace, in and out, curling up with each thrust to stimulate your inner bundle of nerves.

 All the while his tongue stroked against you and then he let out a deep, guttural moan. You were already a squirming, lust addled mess, but when the vibrations reverberating from his throat pulsed against your pussy, the extra simulation made you cum like never before.

 “Rick…” you moaned out in a complete daze.

 You repeated his name like a mantra, over and over as your body sang with its release. He just kept licking and sucking and fucking you with his fingers until the wild movements of your hips became too frantic and he pulled away.

 He was grinning at you, his gaze heated and devilish, promising that he wasn’t anywhere near done with you yet. As you settled, he moved up your body until his face was just above yours and then he brought his lips to your own in a slow and sensual kiss.

 His tongue moved with precision against yours, reminiscent of what he’d just been doing between your legs, and it made desire pool deep in your belly all over again. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer until his cock was pushing against your entrance.

 “Not yet, ‘mega,” he groaned out, breaking the kiss and rubbing his cheek against yours, scenting you.

 “Please,” you begged, fingers moving down to scratch lightly along his back.

 “You’ve gotta eat first,” he pulled back completely. “You need to drink some water too. I promised I’d take care of you, ‘mega.”

 You were breathing heavily, and you wanted nothing more than to have his cock back inside of you. But your heat was also a little more sated after your last orgasm but that wouldn’t last for very long. So, you relented, sitting up and nodding.

 Rick sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over for his backpack and taking out some of the food and water he’d managed to salvage while you’d all been on the road. You took the water first, taking long sips and letting the cool liquid soothe you.

 His fingers traced light patterns along your legs as he bit into a granola bar, needing to keep up his own strength as well. As your mind cleared, you remembered the bite he’d placed on your shoulder and decided that you needed to ask him about it.

 Remembering his marriage and how he and Lori had never claimed one another, you wondered if he had some kind of aversion to it.

 “Rick?”

 “Hmm?” He looked over at you with a lazy but affectionate smile.

 You didn’t want to tiptoe around it, so you just asked him outright.

 “Why didn’t you claim me?”

 He coughed, like he hadn’t swallowed his last bite properly and looked away from you again.

 “You wanted me to.”

 It was a statement, showing that he had known what you wanted and despite that knowledge, along with all of his words and possessive actions, he still hadn’t done it.

 “I still want you to,” you told him. “Don’t you?”

 He sighed, running a hand through his hair and you watched him worriedly.

 “Rick, I meant it every time I said it. I’m yours. But if you don’t want me to be, then –”

 “I do,” he cut you off earnestly, finally looking at you again. “I just… can’t.”

 “Why?” You asked, trepidation over your relationship washing over you. “Is… is it because of Lori?”

 “No,” he assured you, taking your hands in his. “I mean that I really can’t. I… I tried, with Lori. It never lasted on either of us and I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you. I didn’t want it to push you away. I can’t lose you.”

 His gaze held such raw emotion that you realized it was a deep-seated insecurity for him. It was something he’d been internally struggling with for a long time, and it must have been hard for him to open up to you about it.

 Nevertheless, it was a lot to process. It made the breakdown of his marriage make a lot more sense, but that was the least of your concerns in that moment. Instead, you found it hard to come to terms with the fact that, from what he was saying, you would never be able to truly claim one another.

 Maybe that was why he was so possessive and adamant about the fact that you belonged to him.

 In the end though, it didn’t really matter to you. Sure, it wasn’t what you’d been expecting your relationship with him to turn out like, but everything with Rick, from the moment you’d met him had just felt right. Like fate or whatever the hell else meant for you to find each other and be together.

 So, as you felt his scent change and his anxiety over your silence fill the room, you were determined to set his worried mind at ease. You got up, climbing into his lap so that you were facing him and stroked your fingers along the short and coarse hairs of his cheek affectionately.

 “I don’t care,” you told him, your gaze holding his.

 “Don’t lie,” he cast his eyes down, but never stopped touching you, holding you close.

 You leant forward, placing soft kisses over his cheeks, his jawline and finally one on his lips before pulling back again.

 “I’m not lying,” you insisted gently. “I want you, whatever that entails. And yes, I do want you to claim me, to bite into my gland over and over again if you have to. I don’t care if it doesn’t stick. I’m yours and I don’t want you to hold back.”

 His eyes met yours with trepidation, his uncertainty clear. But he must have seen the sincerity in your own gaze because his expression softened, and he looked at you with so much adoration you thought you would melt right there in his arms.

 “You’re sure?”

 “Yes,” you promised him.

 And then you brought your lips to his, sealing it with a kiss. You wanted to show him that your desire for him hadn’t wavered and that your words were honest. One of his hands seemed to automatically find one of your hips, keeping you close to him, while the other trailed up and down your back.

 He deepened the kiss and lifted your hips a little. You knew what he wanted so your hand moved down and grasped around his cock, lining it up at your core and pushing back down. His lips left yours as his head fell back with a groan that was filled with lust.

 You had more control in that position, and while he still gripped tightly onto your hips, you set the pace, grinding down onto him.

 “Fuck, baby,” he breathed out, still lost in the ecstasy of it all. “You always feel so good for me.”

 “Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That’s ‘cause you fill me up so well.”

 He started guiding your hips, while his own thrust up and into you, his movements a little more frantic. He’d still been rock hard when you fell asleep and was the same when you woke up. You wondered if his erection had gone down at all due to how desperately he seemed to ache for release.

 He opened his eyes to look at you again and it was like he got lost in the sight of you, with the way you were grinding down onto him and squeezing around his cock. He reached up to tuck some hair behind your ear and his thumb brushed against your cheek.

 “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, gaze still transfixed on you.

 Your cheeks heated up in a faint blush and you looked away, shy from the intense look he was giving you.

 “Hey, don’t do that,” he took hold of your chin, bringing your gaze back to his. “I mean it. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

 You nodded, biting down on your lip, and allowing yourself to get lost in his piercing blue eyes. It was raw and unyielding, the range of emotions in his gaze and you hoped that your own was conveying the same back to him.

 “I can’t hold back much longer,” he admitted softly.

 “I don’t want you to,” was your honest reply.

 He moaned at your admission before flipping your bodies over so that you were on your back again and he was hovering over you. Rick took hold of your waist, making sure he had a steady grip on you before he thrust out nearly all the way and then pounded back into you, right to the hilt. You both let out desperate and guttural sounds at the feeling of him filling you up entirely once again.

 He moved with precise thrusts, but his pace was quick and frenzied. You knew he was close, eager to cum inside you again, because it was clear through his expression and the way his body was tensed up with desire and anticipation.

 You moved one hand down between your thighs, fingers finding your aching clit and your body reacted instantly to the added stimulation. Your pussy contracted down on his cock, squeezing and pushing him to the brink.

 He was pushed right up against your cervix again, not enough for the pressure to be unpleasant, but enough for the insinuation of where his cum would go, to make you insanely turned on.

 Rick looked wild, his blue eyes feral and barely holding onto control. He gave you one last look of trepidation and you just nodded before exposing your neck to him.

 “Please, Alpha,” you begged, voice filled with desperate need.

 That was enough to make his control snap and his head bent down with lightning speed before his teeth sunk into your neck and the first spurts of his cum filled your fertile womb. Simultaneously, he lapped up the warm blood that spilled from your throat and your pussy milked every last drop of his hot cum deep inside you.

 The mixed stimulation all throughout your body made another orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave. You were clenching down so hard around his cock that you thought it might be painful for him, but Rick didn’t seem to mind. All of his attention seemed to be on your mating gland, soothing the sore skin like he was in a trance.

 You realized, as your body settled and your orgasm calmed down, that suddenly you felt so perfectly whole. As though for your entire life you had been missing half of yourself until that moment. You weren’t as unbearably hot anymore and your unbearably fevered skin seemed to relax until it just felt like you were in a regular heat.

 Rick’s fingertips glided over your lower stomach absentmindedly and as the blood flow from your neck slowed to a stop, he pressed countless kisses against the fresh mark. You didn’t care, in that moment, if he had to mark you time and time again. It felt too good and right to you, having his claim on your body.

 When his slow and languid thrusts began to pick up again, you realized that he was still hard. You weren’t complaining though, because your body was clearly willing and eager for more. After what felt like hours but was likely only a couple of minutes, Rick peeled his lips away from your neck and pulled back to look at you.

 “Feeling okay?” He asked, never once letting up in his powerful thrusts.

 “No,” you grinned up at him, not missing the way he raised an eyebrow in question. “’Okay’ would be a severe understatement.”

 He let out a light laugh, and you could tell he was relieved by it. Then you hooked one leg around his waist, pushing a little with your hips and he seemed to realize what you wanted. Rick flipped you both over, settling back into the bed and letting you adjust yourself above him.

 You ground down on him again, circling your hips and reveling in the way he stretched you out and filled you up. With each time his cock thrust deep into you, it pushed his cum further inside. You could hear the sounds of your mixed fluids every time he entered you, and it was sinfully good.

 You loved watching him stretched out beneath you, allowing you to fuck yourself on top of him and the way he was getting lost in the feel of you. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back against the pillows, and he was letting out quiet moans and groans, showing you what you were doing to him.

 You leaned forward, entwining his fingers with yours to steady yourself before you moved your hips a little harder and faster, bouncing on top of his cock and making you both wild with desire.

 “I wanna mark you,” you moaned out, still sliding up and down his hard and thick cock. “Please, Alpha, I need it. I need to claim you as mine too.”

 His eyes snapped open, and he looked at you with hesitation again, just like he had before he claimed you. But then his gaze fell down to your neck, to your mating gland which must have still been swollen and red, with the possessive mark of his bite standing out and showing who you belonged to.

 Once his eyes settled on that his features softened, and he looked back at you with a nod.

 You didn’t hesitate then, your hands leaving his as you leaned down closer to him. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you nuzzled against his neck, rubbing your nose and cheek along his gland to scent him.

 Rick gripped your hips, making sure your pace never faltered as your mouth worshiped the gland you were about to bite into so you could claim him as your own. You could hear his moans getting more frequent and desperate, his lips right beside your ear.

 When he thrust deep into you, holding you tightly against him, you let your teeth sink into his skin.

 “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips stuttering from the intensity of it all.

 He came hard for the third time that day, stuffing you just as full as the other two times. He was insatiable, his stamina doing more than just rivaling anything you’d ever experienced. Trickles of his blood pooled into your mouth, the metallic taste filling your senses. Just like Rick had done, you licked and sucked against his gland, soothing the sensitive skin and attempting to stop the blood flow.

 “Baby…” he breathed out, his voice betraying how turned on he was. “I can’t stop. You’re driving me crazy.”

 As you continued to suck against the fresh mating bite you’d made on his neck, the blood slowed to a stop, and you pulled back. Shifting slightly, you realized he was still fully hard.

 “Again?” You asked, a little incredulous, but no less enthused.

 He didn’t answer, just lifted your hips until his cock slid out of you. You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped you at the empty feeling it caused. But then he was getting up and giving you a look that conveyed his deep-seated and still yet unsated lust.

 “On your knees,” he ordered, moving behind you.

 It was an alpha command, telling you exactly what he wanted. So, you lifted your body, holding yourself on all fours and presented yourself to him enthusiastically. He let out a low chuckle at your eagerness, but you knew that he was just as lost in his desire for you.

 You choked on nothing but air when he thrust back into you, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you tightly. It was the best kind of pain, with how tender your walls were but how good it felt, nonetheless. One of Rick’s hands sat on the small of your back, while the other moved up your spine, fingers tickling your skin until he grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your head back slightly.

 “Alpha,” you moaned out, lost deep in the throes of the pleasure he was giving you.

 “That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Let me hear you.”

 “Fuck, I can’t take much more,” you cried out desperately. “But you feel so good.”

 He gave a harder, more forceful thrust into you, making you whine with need.

 “You love my cock, baby?” He demanded to know. “You need it?”

 “Yes,” you moaned out. “I only need you.”

 “That’s right,” he said, satisfied with your answer. “And I’m the only one that’s ever gonna know this tight, sweet pussy.”

 “Mmm,” you agreed, nodding your head but unable to form anymore words.

 “You want my cum again, ‘mega?” He asked. “Deep inside you?”

 “Yes, Rick, please!”

 The sound of his hips smacking against yours filled the small cabin, the continuous slapping together of sweaty skin a tell-tale sign of the illicit and sinful things he was doing to you. He let go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hands back to their familiar place on your hips and held you steady before he groaned and came once again.

 Your upper body sank down into the bed as your own orgasm wracked through your body. Your pussy spasmed and your hips moved wildly, but Rick made sure to keep you wrapped around his cock, so that you were milking him dry for the fourth time that day.

 You both stayed like that for a while, breaths panting, and bodies relaxed. Finally, you felt him soften inside you and as much as his relentless fucking had turned you on, you were glad for the sign of some respite. Rick slowly pulled out of you, and you let your lower body relax before turning onto your side.

 He came to lay down as well, facing you and looking just as tired as you felt. He reached out to brush his fingers along your cheek, eyes already drooping before he dropped his hand to caress against your mating gland. The bite he’d left was sore and sensitive, but his touch didn’t irritate you.

 You snuggled closer against him and then he wrapped him arms around you, laying on his back and resting your head on his chest. It wasn’t long before you both drifted back off to sleep, both of your bodies spent and sated for the time being.

The next time that the fog of sleep drifted away, and you woke up, you were still in Rick’s arms, and he was absentmindedly stroking his fingers up and down your back. Tilting your head to look up at him, you saw that he was deep in thought, his brow furrowed like something was bothering him.  

 “Hey,” you reached out, touching his cheek so he’d look at you. “Everything okay?”

 “Yeah, just…” he trailed off, gaze falling to your mating gland. “Something feels different.”

 You realized instantly that he was talking about the claim he’d left on you.

 “Good or bad?” You asked, a little concerned.

 “Good, I think,” his eyes returned to yours. “But I hate that it’s only temporary.”

 “Rick,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I already told you; I don’t care if we have to do it countless times. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Nothing can change that except us.”

 He nodded but still seemed upset about it. You figured it was something you could come back to later though and watched as he moved to get up.

 “You wanna shower?” He asked over his shoulder, changing the topic quickly.

 “Desperately,” you sighed. “But that’s a luxury one can’t afford when the world ends.”

 He moved a little more to face you again, lips turning up into a grin.

 “This place is solar powered,” he explained, reaching out for one of your hands.

 “You’re kidding,” you lit up at the revelation.

 His smile just widened, and he squeezed your hand.

 “Come on, baby, I’ll go with you.”

 That just sweetened the deal. Warm, running water along with soap and shampoo was one thing, but showering with Rick? The symptoms of your heat began rising within you once again at the thought.

 He led you to the small bathroom and maybe before civilization fell you would’ve lamented at the small, tight space of the shower. But such things were luxuries now and you couldn’t wait to feel the water trickling down your skin.

 Neither one of you had clothes to worry about, so Rick turned the knobs of the shower and happiness filled you at the sight of hot, running water. It was a tight squeeze, but you stepped in beside him and he moved out of the way to let you enjoy the water first.

 It was heaven; the feel of it running through your hair and down over your body. Rick picked up a bottle of body wash from the shelf and squirted some out onto his hands before lathering it up. One of his hands fell to your hip, rubbing the soap over your stomach and thighs, while the other squeezed one of your breasts.

 “Rick…” you sighed happily, your head falling against the shower wall behind you.

 His touch was gentle, teasing you a little but he still kept his primary goal as cleaning you of all the dirt and grime and the remnants of incredible sex. Your nipples hardened as his thumbs brushed over them and your pussy ached to be touched again.

 But Rick stayed focused, scrubbing the soap along your body until it washed away, and you felt cleaner than you had in over a week. Then he turned you around, his fingers running through your wet hair and his nails scraping over your scalp. It was relaxing and his touch conveyed the deep care he held for you.

 You didn’t notice him reach for the shampoo bottle, but when he massaged it into your hair your eyes closed in bliss. He was being so gentle and affectionate with you and your inner omega loved it.

 Eventually, you turned to rinse out your hair and then Rick stepped underneath the water, and you were eager to return the favor. Your movements were less slow and had much more devious intentions behind them.

 You ran your hands over the expanse of his chest, the lathered-up soap spreading across his skin. He watched through hooded eyes as you moved your touch down to his lower abdomen, fingers gliding softly over the light hairs there.

 Then you got down on your knees, eager to have his long, thick cock in your mouth again. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, tangling in your hair, but he remained silent, waiting in anticipation for you to make your move.

 You got him to break the silence that had settled around you when your lips wrapped around his hardened length and a deep groan of pleasure escaped his throat. His grip on your hair tightened and he thrust into your mouth, getting his cock deeper inside you.

 A moan sounded deep in your throat, and you began bobbing your head up and down along his cock with enthusiasm, eager to taste his cum again. You sucked down on him and teased him with your tongue.

 It gave you a deep sense of satisfaction to know you could make him come undone and when the movement of his hips faltered slightly and all you could hear was his desperate moaning, you knew that he was already close.

 Using one hand to cup and tease his balls and the other to grab the back of his thigh and keep him close, you pushed your head down further, bringing the head of his cock to the back of your throat.

 “Fuck… sweetheart…” he groaned, barely managing to get the words out.

 You felt the full length of him pulsate as he pushed all the way in and then his cum was spurting down your tight throat. You took it all, relishing in the way he clung to you and kept your mouth wrapped around him.

 When his hands eventually relaxed around your head and you were able to pull your mouth off him, you looked up at Rick with an amused smile.

 “Really?” You asked, before giving another quick glance to his cock that was still right in front of your face.

 You shouldn’t have been surprised by that point, over the fact that he was still rock hard. But his stamina amazed you. It wasn’t something you were complaining about though because your heat left you filled with just as much desire.

 “Come here,” he said gently, lifting you up to stand.

 He brought you close, so that your chests were pressed together, and he lifted a hand to gently stroke along your mating gland.

 “You’re perfect,” he whispered softly, eyes filled with honesty. “You know that?”

 “You’re perfect to me,” you answered, your own gaze soft and affectionate. “I know that much at least.”

 He gave you a small smile and then his lips were on yours, now so familiar in the way they felt to you and the way they seemed to work expertly against your own. His desperate need from earlier had settled and now Rick seemed intent on lavishing you not only with pleasure, but with soft affection too.

 He moved you back gently, until your body was resting against the wall of the shower and then he was lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist.

 “I need more,” he admitted against your lips, his length rubbing up and down your slit.

 “It’s okay,” you told him breathlessly. “I do too.”

 He pulled his hips back slightly and then he was back inside you, filling you up perfectly once again. Your pussy was still slightly sore from how many times he’d fucked you just on that day alone, but it was nothing compared to the sense of fulfillment he gave you as he moved his hips back and forth.

 Rick was kissing you again, one hand tangled in your hair and the other squeezing your ass, keeping you close to him. His thrusts weren’t as fast or frantic; he fucked into you with precise and deep movements, taking the time to enjoy the way you felt around him.

 It was loving and intimate, showing that he didn’t just see you as an omega to get through his rut with. He was proving to you that you meant more than that to him, and it made your emotions swirl with happiness and the sense of feeling truly content.

 You clung tightly to him, one hand pressed against his back and the other at the nape of his neck. Rick trailed his lips down to your jawline, pressing kisses along your skin while he kept slowly fucking deep into you. Then, he moved down to your throat, and it wasn’t long before he sought out your mating gland.

 He kissed along the bite mark he’d left, and then affectionately nuzzled against it. He was too lost in the haze of his rut and the feel of your pussy wrapped snugly around him to notice the change in your scent. The way it was perfectly mingled with his own and gave a clear message that you had been claimed. That you were his omega.

 Without that realization, he kept lavishing the bite with attention and eventually his teeth scraped along it, teasing you to the edge.

 “Rick…” you moaned, instinctively squeezing down even harder on him.

 It was exactly the friction he needed, because then he was cumming deep inside your pussy and you loved the fact that it still felt just as good as when he’d first done it. The intensity of it seemed to be too much for him because he sank his teeth into your gland a second time, opening up the wound and claiming you all over again.

 Your own orgasm ripped through you, and you clung even tighter to him, keeping his head buried against your neck. His lips and tongue soothed your agitated skin, and you slowly came back to yourself, the cool tiles of the shower wall behind you giving your body some relief from the heat you felt all over.

 After a while, Rick’s lips left your throat, and he pulled back to look at you. His gaze was soft and tender, conveying the depths of his feelings for you. When his forehead fell down to rest against your own, you realized that he wasn’t done yet.

 “You’re insatiable,” you quipped, squeezing down slightly on his still hardened length.

 “I’m not the only one,” he retorted, his voice gruff but no less playful.

 His lips captured yours once again and you let yourself get lost in him. If this was how all of your heats would be in the future, then there would be nothing left to complain about or dread. You briefly wondered why you’d been so worried over your inability to continue taking suppressants before your mind became clouded and all you could think of, yet again, was Rick.

Your heat was over after two days. It was the shorter than you’d expected, and you wondered, with a small, devious smile if Rick had fucked it out of you. His stamina never let up and by the end you were a sated, but exhausted mess.

 Your dress was ruined, but Rick had packed some spare clothes and you returned to the rest of the group in one of his shirts and a pair of your own jeans. And he still seemed to have the need to touch you, to keep you close. You didn’t mind, but the way that the eyes of the others lingered on you both when you returned was a little disconcerting. Sure, heats and ruts were a natural part of the world, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

 Rick and Daryl exchanged a look and then a nod, silently conveying that Rick’s earlier display, when you had both gone into rut and heat, respectively, was forgiven and forgotten. Then, after you both came back, the whole group set out on the road again.

 Two weeks had passed since then, and you often found yourself absentmindedly touching the claiming bite Rick had placed on your neck. Sometimes, your gaze would also linger on the one you left on him.

 It was confusing, because neither of them had shown any sign of truly healing. They had healed to some degree, in the normal way, with the redness around them fading and the skin no longer feeling agitated. But they weren’t fading away and once you were both no longer distracted, you and Rick realized that your claims over one another had stuck, and you were truly mated to each other.

 So, that was how you found yourselves talking to your father, with Rick asking if the older man might know what it meant. He was happy and relieved by it, but no less confused.

 “I looked into it,” Hershel told Rick. “Before we lost the farm, like I said I would.”

 You glanced between them, a little surprised by the fact that your father seemed to have known before you did about Rick’s inability to claim Lori and vice versa. But you stayed silent, interested in what he had to say.

 “We have a book, in our family,” your father revealed. “It keeps a record of omegas and alphas in our line that mated with each other. Some omegas in our family tree mated differently than others, though.”

 “What do you mean?” You asked.

 You’d never heard of that book before, and you were surprised to only learn of its existence now.

 “There are a few omegas in our ancestry where their bodies would reject attempts to claim them. The records that have been kept show that only a particular alpha, their true mate, could actually claim those omegas.”

 “True mates?” Rick asked in disbelief. “That… that stuff’s just fairy tales, stories for kids. It’s not real.”

 Hershel just gave him a look, one that conveyed his lack of amusement with Rick brushing off his words.

 “The evidence is in the two of you,” he continued. “You weren’t able to share a true mating bond until now, Rick. You’re the only alpha able to command Y/N… I’m sure there are other signs I’m not aware of and that I don’t want to know about.”

 Rick looked taken aback by your father’s words and you felt just as surprised.

 “It doesn’t matter, in the end,” Hershel said, placing a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “You were able to claim each other. That’s all that matters.”

 Rick just gave a nod, still a little stunned and then Hershel walked off, leaving you both alone. The idea left you feeling uneasy though, and you bit down on your bottom lip, looking off to the side.

 “Hey, you okay?” Rick asked, reaching out to take your hand in his and picking up on the change in your mood instantly.

“Yeah, I just… it’s a lot,” you admitted. “I mean, what if the connection we felt before we claimed each other was just… some weird thing like fate that was pushing us together? I’ve never even considered true mates to actually be a real thing, so I don’t know how it’s supposed to work, but I just… I don’t want those feelings to be fake or forced… I don’t want the way I feel about you to not be real somehow…”

 “Y/N,” he took hold of your chin gently and brought your gaze to his. “Whatever this is between us, however you want to label it, it’s real. I don’t know about all the other stuff, but I know how I feel about you. You don’t ever have to worry about that.”

 His words caused relief to rush through you and you nodded, giving him a small smile. He returned it before pulling you closer to him and capturing your lips in a kiss. It was soft and affectionate, and his lips moved languidly against your own. All of your doubts left your mind and only one thing remained – the knowledge that you both belonged to one another, fully and irreversibly.

 And with both of your mating bites sitting proudly on your necks, showing that you had claimed one another, there was no way for anyone to either doubt or deny it.

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Overwhelming Emotions

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Loyalty was a huge thing with relationships at the start of this hell, and as the apocalypse continued…you find out who really cared and who didn’t. Others just took it differently than you did • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Cheating / Abuse / Injuries / Nightmares / Self Harm / Scars / Governor Violence / Terminus / Depression / Miscarriage

It’s hard to love in these times

Why?

Because. How do I know if it’s real or not?

Mm. You’ll know

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The reunion was honestly tear jerking. Y/N watches as this sheriff that came into their group with the help of Glenn, reunite with his wife and son. She couldn’t be happier for them but her temporary happiness faded when the hand of her partner found its place on the back of her neck.

“See. This is why I didn’t have you go out the night everything went to shit. Had to keep yea close or who knows what could’ve grabbed you” Your boyfriend, Grey couldn’t help but squeeze the back of her throat. “Mm. Still need yea for certain things”

Maybe it was for your medical training as a surgical resident, or that you’re really intelligent.

No. He’s talking about your pu—-

“This is Y/N, our personal medic. And her boyfriend Grey” Her boyfriend. Yeah that’s a title he’s both proud and ashamed of whenever she’s brought up. She’ll pay for it later.

“Rick Grimes” He extends his hand seeing Y/N about to take it when Grey pushed her aside not dramatically but enough for him to notice as he took his hand instead. “Well. Thank god for yea around. Can’t wait to get to know you better”

“Same here. Now if you’ll excuse us” Grey smiles warmly to avoid any suspicion as he took Y/N over to their tent.

The two were observed the entire way back to their tent and not by Rick. But the archer that was about to find out the deer he’s been tracking has been taken by the undead. He may have not known them longer, but long enough to know she deserves better.

The night the small horde crawled in on their camp and started to do its damage. Daryl couldn’t believe what went down the second he arrived with the others after a failed rescue mission for his brother.

Grey suddenly trips Y/N for the advantage to get himself out alive. She was more panicked than anything trying to scramble to her feet as fast as she could with hatchet in hand. But as she fell back once again to the walker drawing close, she froze when the arrow went straight through its head. The walker topples over as the archer and medic locked eyes for a second both sighing from relief.

The next morning brought a lot of agony given the losses. Y/N frowns watching Andrea kneel over Amy’s dead body, understanding enough of what loss was like. But she felt awful for her friend. More awful about almost being sacrificed to the walkers by the love of her life but every negative thought that sparked in her mind faded when—

“Yer alright?”

Y/N looks up to find Daryl’s attention completely on her. “Yeah…”

“No bites?”

“No I’m…just shaken up is all” Y/N held herself for the moment as Daryl was about to ask another before stepping away when Grey made himself present sitting beside Y/N and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“You good babe?”

“Mhm”

“Cool, cuz you almost died and that would’ve screwed us” Grey laughs a bit trying to lighten his own mood only to receive silent judgement and a death glare from not only Daryl but Rick and Shane.

He was never a crowd favorite.

The CDC was a temporary luxury…

Y/N was the first to enjoy the hot water since she slipped away from the group to avoid Grey joining her. But expecting him to come anyway, she was surprised to find Carol talking to her daughter right outside the door. She looks over to Y/N the second the door was open and winked before returning to the conversation with Sofia.

“We got stuck sharing a room with the Dixon guy”

“He’s not too bad, Grey” Y/N sighs fixing the bed as Grey scoffs laying on the bed before she even finished setting it up. “I’m gonna get water…” she states leaving shortly after watching Grey wave her off.

As Y/N was walking to the kitchen she heard the struggle that she could only make out to be Lori and without a second thought she entered the room. Shane quickly removed himself from Lori as it was clear what he was trying to do and what the two have done to make him act like such. Y/N just stared, no words were exchanged until Shane tried to explain.

“Get the fuck out”

“Y/N—“

“Leave or I tell Rick” Y/N threats Shane watching his face drop before leaving on that note. Lori frowns waiting for what Y/N has to say to her about it but all she did was leave on that note.

Y/N forgot about the water and couldn’t stop thinking about what she saw as she walks back to the room seeing the lights off. Both Daryl and Grey were fast asleep. She quietly crept in laying on the same mattress as her boyfriend, not being able to sleep immediately. But she really couldn’t sleep when Grey wrapped an arm around her too tight to move.

When the next morning came and few of those were met with a hangover, the clock on the wall held a smaller time than before. Which lead to Dr. Jenner explaining the reasoning and the doors locking.

“So we’re going to die in here” Grey states joining Shane and Daryl in trying to get the doors unlocked.

Y/N froze in her place feeling all sorts of things, but when the doors were open and the only obstacle was getting entirely out of the building…she weighed her options.

“Y/N let’s fucking go” Grey snaps grabbing her arm harshly only for her to pull away. “Jesus fucking Christ are you stupid? You’re gonna stay here?!” He yells in her face as Andrea watches the interaction while having one of her own with Dale.

“Leave. Live whatever life you want. I’m done…” Y/N frowns pulling away as Grey grabbed her by the back of the throat pulling her into him.

“You’ll be killing us. You’re useful because of that stupid training that took years of our lives before this shit happened. Really think before you fucking act” He pushes her off and sprinted to the lobby with the others.

When Daryl noticed no sign of Y/N when Grey went to help get the glass broken. He growls to himself dropping everything and running back to find Y/N curled against one of the computer tables.

“Yer not stayin’”

“Daryl—-“

“Stop it! I don’t wanna hear anything and I definitely don’t wanna hear what that bastard told yea. But you ain’t stayin’” Daryl frowns dropping to her level with a quick glance to the clock feeling his anxiety get the best of him. “You ain’t stayin’ not ‘cause we need your skills. You’re not stayin’ cuz I can’t let yea. I’m not leaving without yea” he frowns and before Y/N could even stand up, Daryl suddenly picks her up anxious over the time and sprinted with her clinging onto him.

After the CDC exploded, Grey pushed Daryl out of the way taking Y/N’s face into his hands. He was trying to read her expression when Grey did such but the way she practiced a neutral expression for times like these, drove him nuts a bit.

“Let’s get goin’. Find Fort Benning” Rick states waiting for everybody to load up.

But none of them calculated the next events to happen, losing Sofia and Carl getting shot.

At first, Rick wanted Lori. He wanted his wife in case things went south with Carl but then it clicked to him.

“Get Y/N. Get Y/N and don’t tell them nothin’ but have them follow” Shane informs Maggie as she sets off on her horse to grab the resident.

When Maggie arrived and spotted Y/N, it was clear that she was the one she was looking for. “There’s been an accident with one of your own. You’ll follow me but I need her immediately” she states watching Y/N step forward as Grey tried to stop her but Glenn and T-Dog pushed him away.

“What we’re supposed to trust this girl?”

“Yes? No, yes!”

“It’s one of our own. Unless she was tryin’ to take Y/N with force, that’d be a different story” T-Dog states as Y/N quickly took Maggie’s extended hand and got on the horse with no issue.

“Ride a horse before?”

“There’s a lot I’ve done before” Y/N sighs holding onto Maggie as she quickly got the horse to sprint in the direction they needed to go.

“But what about Sofia?”

“We’ll keep lookin’ once we get our group secured wherever she’s headin’” Daryl reassures Carol as the group scrambled together to follow Maggie.

When the news got to Lori finally she was angry that they didn’t take her back first, worried that she would be losing her son, and relieved that both Hershel and Y/N were helping her son.

“We’ll need to get more medical supplies before we could even think about handling the internal bleeding”

“He won’t make it if we just work with what we currently have” Y/N bluntly says watching the fear shake up Lori as she went to hold her letting her sob uncontrollably.

As Shane leaves with Otis to get said supplies, Rick and Lori stayed to watch Carl with Hershel and Y/N checking in every now and then. Y/N makes her way to their little tent city outside of the farm house entering the one she shared with Grey as he expects her to look his direction but she was occupied searching her little belongings.

“Seriously?”

“What Grey?”

“Not gonna like say hi or catch me up on what’s going on, you’ve got a fuckin’ minute or two”

“Carl is dying. Shane and Otis better hurry up or we’re having a funeral.” Y/N deadpans hearing Grey laugh making her whip her head in his direction. “What?”

“Your whole resident shtick coming out. Makes you less human. But hell like you fucking care about that”

“It doesn’t make me less human. I’m just stating the facts to you. We need the medical supplies. We needed them yesterday” Y/N frowns watching Grey stand up from the cot standing before her. “Grey. Be useful and do something. Don’t do what you’re about to do”

“Oh I know what you could do while we wait for supplies. Seriously. That old man can handle himself for a bit” Grey at first took a hold of her neck pulling her close by such. “You need to relax and remember not to talk to me like that”

After news that the supplies arrived, Hershel called out for Y/N to join him as she came in a sprint. For more reasons than just Carl. Carl was finally in stable condition and thanks to the two docs.

“I can take care of it” Y/N reassures Hershel taking the used supplies and throwing them out where she was instructed before.

The small walk to the waste bin gave Y/N enough time to sit away from everybody holding herself.

He could’ve died and it would’ve been on your hands.

You’re a bit out of practice it could still go south, he could still not wake up

Hell. You’re trying to keep it together personally. That could’ve caused something.

“What’re you doing?”

Y/N looks up to find Glenn looking at her with concern.

“Did Carl—“

“No no. He made it. He’ll be okay, fingers crossed…”

“Then what’s wrong? Because you’ve always had this ghost look to you and like…I-I’m not one to confront others’ personal problems but this Grey guy doesn’t make me feel comfortable”

She couldn’t help the tears that fell when he said that and the laugh to follow as well. Glenn started to panic a bit, more internally to avoid drawing anybody.

“I-Im sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know what I was thinking I just—I don’t know what to do! You’re too sweet. Helpful. Useful! And he’s just. Belittling that every chance he gets…” Glenn frowns sitting beside Y/N for a bit. “Definitely rubs Daryl and Carol the wrong way. You don’t deserve this…so why are you with him? Even during all this”

“That’s the thing…because all of this. I know I’m helpful and he’s just making me feel small. But…I…I’ve never seen my life without him and my mind knows I have to protect myself. But my heart is manipulated. Needing something secured from the before…”

“Y/N…” Glenn takes one of her hands into his squeezing it tightly. “You deserve better”

You deserve better than the hell that followed you to the end of the world.

“Be safe alright? I don’t think Hershel would be too happy with you taking one of his horses” Y/N crosses her arms looking up at the archer making sure his crossbow is strapped to him.

“Gotta find the kid” Daryl mumbles, worried for Carol and worried for Y/N. He heard what Glenn said the other night and wish he said it himself but he doesn’t want Grey to hurt her over something he said. The two don’t like each other. “Ditch the scrubs though?”

“Oh, yeah…uhm. Turning to the survivalist medic. Guess I wouldn’t need the name tag anymore” She messes with said name tag in her fingers as Daryl whistles for the horse to get started walking but he quickly turns to her.

“Don’t get rid of what makes yea you” He states and with that he leaves.

Y/N watches him leave as she clips the name tag to the bottom of her sleeveless black hoodie that covered up the bruising on her neck the best. Her long sleeve taking care of the others. She makes her way back to the group seeing the rest of the men discuss about going on a run as she chimes in what she needs but Grey pushes her back.

“Your needs are hard to come by” Grey tells her and it’s not entirely wrong, medical supplies are hard to come by. But he referred to so much more.

Shane squints in Grey’s direction as he clears his throat. “Well. Gotta teach some of yea to shoot just to be on the safe side. Andrea is already learnin’”

“Don’t gotta teach Y/N”

“Why? You’re gonna? You’re not a clean shot, Grey” Dale laughs only watching Y/N look at him with fear in her eyes as Grey glares at the man.

“My gun is actually…hers.”

Yeah, it was the first thing he grabbed when the news came out about the end of the world. Before Y/N and Grey found the camp, Y/N was teaching Grey how to shoot her gun. That did not help her in the slightest given some social standards he believes in.

But at least she knows how to shoot.

“If she weren’t a doc, we’d have her on our runs.”

“Don’t give her too much credit” Grey rolls his eyes walking away as Y/N steps toward the car gesturing for Shane to hand her the list he was making to add a few things.

“Just if you happen to come across it…don’t need to kill yourselves getting it” Y/N frowns going to follow Grey and console him.

That didn’t go smoothly, nor did Andrea shooting Daryl.

“Woah put the gun down Y/N”

“She didn’t mean to”

“It was an accident”

Y/N held her gun at Andrea glaring into her soul as she held her hands up after setting the hunting rifle down.

“You’ll die being trigger happy. Know that” Y/N rasped out holding her throat with her free hand for a second before lowering her gun and taking the hunting rifle.

Once Andrea finally exhaled, Y/N handed her gun back to Grey taking the hunting rifle for herself. He couldn’t believe what he saw and wanted to say something, but for once, he didn’t. The anger in her eyes stopped him. She was never that way about him.

“How is he?”

“Stitches are clean. You can check my work the next bandage change if you’d like. But I’d like to check your cheek from your “fall” earlier” Hershel asks finishing the bandage on Daryl’s side as he did his head lac first. Thinking the archer was out cold when discussing Y/N’s injury but he heard it all and knew it wasn’t a fall.

Carol smiles on her way out after giving Daryl his dinner, holding the door open for Y/N to slide in with new dressings and clothes she got from Daryl’s things.

“I’ll grab your other shirt if you want from the arrow wound. But just thought you’d want to wear something else” She drops the clothes at the foot of the bed along with the bandages on top. “I’ll let yea eat before—-“

“Sit.” He states holding the bowl in hand as Y/N sat in the chair in the room. “What happen to yea”

“Fell…”

“Mhm…” Daryl gave her a look of I know the real reason and Y/N couldn’t help but feel small. She brought her knees to her chest in the seat staying there knowing she’d have to leave the room once she redressed his wounds and he knew that. But. “I feel dizzy”

“What?” She looks up from her feet concerned. “Daryl why didn’t—“ then he winked at her keeping his serious look on his face. “Daryl…”

“Gonna need observin’ from a doc. Others’ll understand” He says calmly finishing his meal setting it off on the nightstand before moving to the edge of the bed. “You fine observin’?”

Y/N didn’t say anything and nodded as she got up to check and redress his wounds. He gently takes a hold of the hospital name badge and laughs a bit internally seeing her picture. He doesn’t deserve her. She looks so happy here. He stopped fiddling with it to let her change the one on his side but the second she sat down he took a hold of her chin making her turn to expose her bandaged cheek more and the slight bruising around the eye.

“Gonna scar”

“Yours are too yknow”

“Yeah…b-but…ugh never mind just. Can yea change it?” He was trying to say something but didn’t want anyone overhearing anything.

The farm had two more incidents. 3 counting Rick and Shane’s fight. But one revealing what happened to Sofia and then the barn fire with the walker outbreak. Leaving the group to leave urgently and Grey watching Daryl quickly pull Y/N onto the back of his bike while he followed Glenn.

Rick taking on a whole new vibe to his way of leading things after everything that happened. The others just let him deal. Finding the prison was a safe haven after clearing the walkers in the gated field.

“Y/N…have you ever performed a c-section before?” Carol asks as the two scoped the outside of the prison within the gates.

“My focus was going to be OBGYN before the end of the world happened. I know how to perform one. Never done it”

“Well…Carl was a c-section so—“

“This baby most likely will be as well…Carol, I can do it and I’ve been checking on Lori. I’m afraid it may not go the right direction if it comes to it”

“Promise me you won’t leave her side. I can tell she’s scared and hell I’ll keep Grey away if it means—“ Carol stops when Y/N took her hand.

“I’ll stay with her. I have to check Hershel first then I’ll be glued to her” Y/N reassures and does exactly that.

Especially when she was trapped in a dire situation with a laboring Lori, her worried son, and a helpful Maggie trying to calm her while Y/N had to be real with what’s to happen next.

When the little baby came and Y/N had handed her off to Maggie. She looked up at Carl giving him her sorry expression as he wanted to cry. But part of him couldn’t. He couldn’t…in that moment he was numb and draws his gun once Y/N rose to her feet.

“I could—“

“No…I have to” Carl assures Y/N as she moves to be by Maggie.

The two flinched to the sound of his silencer. Maggie turned to Y/N seeing her hands still dripping of Lori’s blood as she was about to say something, but the doc walked shortly after Carl not acknowledging anybody that looked in her direction.

“Y/N what—…” Grey stopped himself seeing Maggie come out with the little baby. Rick’s expression immediately dropping approaching the two. “Y/N wait come here” he frowns grabbing her shoulder on her way out when she quickly turned.

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME” Y/N snaps startling everyone in the cell block. Grey went from sorry to anger instantly watching her leave the cell block as he was about to chase after her when Glenn stopped him.

“Move out of my way”

“Give her a second, man. You’re not going to hel—“ Glenn was cut off by being pushed out of the way by Grey as he was about to grab him by the ankles when Daryl tripped him on the way.

“Give her a goddamn minute” Daryl growled watching Grey look up at him angrily as he scrambled to his feet stepping over to the table and sitting. He helped Glenn up watching his friend brush himself off while Grey stews.

It’s just blood

You’ve never seen a hemorrhage before? It happens Y/N. It happens more than you think

You’ll be seeing this every day for the rest of your life

Even when it’s no longer on your hands

Y/N didn’t resurface until Rick did. Which wasn’t for a few days and her friends knew where Rick was, was a bit angry not knowing where she went off to. She stayed in the bed of the truck they brought through and was surprised no one went looking after the first day. Even surprised by Grey not doing so. But when she rejoined the group and sat down beside him, he leaned into her whispering.

“It’s your fault you know” just to drag her deeper into the pit of her mind. With that said she unconsciously followed Grey once he got up.

Daryl watches the two leave the room they were all in as he held the little ass kicker. His anxiety crept up his back wanting to follow after them but the baby in his arms had other plans and started to wail.

“Hey shush…you alright” He reassures in a whisper.

You’re gonna be alright…he’ll make sure of it

“Seriously, Ricks got his head up his ass”

“He ain’t the one taking issue with you.” Daryl frowns walking through the woods with his brother behind him.

“The nurse?”

“Ain’t a nurse. She a doc” He sighs. “She ain’t got an issue with you. Understands your bullshit to whatever extent”

Merle grabs his brother’s shoulder to get his attention knowing damn well he was going to get swatted away because of the earlier incident of ripping it shirt revealing his back.

“She too good for him”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t act coy. I’ve seen how you look at her. Even back at the quarry. She in that situation and it’ll only be hard for her. She’s too good for anybody but for sure that bastard.” Merle begins with glaring at his brother. “Don’t be stupid with me out here. You know damn well leaving that group is eating yea alive in more ways than one and she’s one of’em reasons. I may not be the best at advice here little bro. But you know I’m right saying all that shit”

It hurt more that he was right, and died on that uphill climb. Many died and survived that night at Woodbury. The prison grew but hell. Who’s ever going to forget what happened?

“How’re you feelin’?” Rick broke Y/N out of her thoughts as he was referring to the hidden injuries that she’s been keeping from everybody but he saw what happened. Hence why Grey is stuck on watch tower duty.

“Didn’t need to get Hershel”

“I did. He’s better at keepin’ this shit a secret unlike others. Which reminds me you shouldn’t even be out here”

“I can walk just fine…when you got the leg for Hershel he still kept his crutches and I’m not using it to go back inside when they’re about to come back” She frowns fiddling with her sleeves as Rick took the seat beside her watching the kids playing in the field while his son keeps most of them out of trouble.

“Yknow we could get rid of him. Daryl definitely wants to”

“You’d feel bad leaving him out there”

“Nah I wouldn’t. He almost killed yea. Several times but if I didn’t find you, he might’ve this recent one” Rick frowns still thinking what he saw was awful, and knew she wasn’t going to like it when he tells Daryl.

________

“Rick” Daryl walks away from the run group to Rick for a second seeing the sheriff’s confusion. “I need a favor”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah”

“Name it Daryl”

Daryl didn’t know how to be anything else but blunt. He also didn’t have to say much for Rick to instantly know where he was getting at.

“Watch her. Yknow who I’m talkin’ about”

“I do. Daryl, you sure you’re alright to go on this run? This won’t—“

“Wont distract me. I just. I trust yea. You saw it when you first arrived day one. You know. You’ll know what to do” Daryl states about to head out as he stops for a second. “Tell me if that bastard does anythin’. He ain’t living if he hurts her again”

“Daryl we don’t—-“

“Ed didn’t live. He hurt Carol. Shane didn’t. He hurt Lori. Sometimes we gotta pick n choose. I’m done letting Y/N stop me from keeping her safe” and with that Daryl left for the run.

Not witnessing the horror of finding Y/N at the bottom of the stairs in their cellblock in a pool of her own blood. Thank god for Rick coming in at the right time and for Hershel keeping it to himself.

But god this wasn’t going to be easy

________

For either parties

“Yknow what hurts the most about what happened?”

“Enlighten me”

“Hershel and I agreed to keep a certain antibiotic for dire needs. Since it was in low supply. But it was also meant to keep one who suffered a miscarriage from developing an infection” Y/N turned to Rick when she stated that last part, and that’s how she ended up at the bottom of the stairs.

Some people have a village to take care of a child. Judith has exactly that.

But when Y/N found out and told Grey. He didn’t want to have to deal with it.

Didn’t before all of this

“Y/N. You shouldn’t be out here then. Should be resting”

“I’m going crazy being in the cell stuck to a bed…just let me sit out here for a little while longer and then I’ll go back” She tells Rick through tears as she tenses up when he took care of the ones that fell.

“I ain’t leavin’ yeah then”

“Deal…” Y/N sobs a bit more relaxing as she leans against Rick.

After another hour or two, the group from the run came back with what they could scavenge as Daryl parks his bike spotting Y/N sitting in the middle of the field since she convinced Rick to let her stay outside but as long as he was around. He turns to Rick walking toward them from the garden spot as he didn’t have the best poker face.

“She ok?”

“No but Daryl. We need to find a way to just get rid of Grey that won’t hurt Y/N in the process”

“That chokehold he’s got on her, it’s gonna hurt no matter what we do” He frowns looking over to see Beth approaching Y/N with Judith as she sat with her. “Chokeholds illegal…don’t matter mental or physical, shits illegal” he picked up the stuff he received on the run to put it with the rest of their findings.

When the night came in, Grey watches Carol collect Y/N’s things from their shared cell with the help of Maggie. Neither of them explaining and none of the men from the original group had him go search for Y/N.

Who hasn’t moved from her spot in the fields, now with a lantern beside her and Judith wrapped snuggly close to her. Carl with her as well to keep an eye on both her and Judith.

“Grey is going to be mad”

“Meh” Carl shrugs taking his hat off and laying in the grass beside Y/N. “He shoulda seen this coming”

“…he’s going to still—-“

“We know. But you’ve got us. Hey maybe you’ll get your strength back and beat the shit out him”

“Language Carl”

“Sorry, Y/N” He frowns seeing her fixed gaze on the sleeping baby. “Have you wanted one? Like…before all of this”

“Yes…but with the right person”

Daryl frowns watching the two talk in the yards of the prison keeping his distance and making sure Grey doesn’t come out of the cellblock he resided in.

The sudden touch of a hand on his shoulder blade startled him out of his thoughts. Quickly acknowledging the youngest Greene’s presence before bringing his eyes back to where he wants them to be.

“Maggie and Carol got her in a cell next to Rick. Wanted me to come grab Judith and have her go inside. Sleep”

“She needs it.”

“Mhm” Beth of course noticed how fixated the archer was on the doc, and part of her wanted to be her teen self to gush about how much he cared about her. But the past few days have been awful…she didn’t want to press anything.

Even when everyone’s suspicions were true.

Daryl cares deeply for Y/N.

Once everyone turned in for the night, Daryl found that his mattress was moved from the catwalk to be right outside of Y/N’s and the Grimes’ cells. He didn’t mind it one bit and found himself staying awake for a little to see if anything would happen because of recent changes.

So far…nothing has happened. Forcing the two to separate for Y/N’s well-being, has done some good. Even if Grey’s anger gets the best of him most days as he tries to approach the doctor but gets blocked by anyone from her family near by.

“What is your issue man?” One of the Woodbury folk, Brian, catches Grey off guard from his brooding point at the tables outdoor furthered away from the watchtower by the main gate entrance.

“Why do you care? You don’t know me”

“I know you as the creep stalking that one doctor chick”

“I ain’t stalking my girl”

Brian gave him an even more confused look turning to the direction Grey was looking and finding Y/N talking to Daryl.

“I don’t think that’s your girl no more”

And that seeded a brand new thought in Grey’s mind. One he couldn’t accept, but he was going to for the sake of his self-centered self.

One of the run days came and Grey knew that Daryl would be the forerunner on that trip along with Glenn. Which meant Maggie will be with her father, on watch, or with her sister. He is pin pointing location to those who are willing to fight him when it comes to going anywhere near Y/N. Carol and Rick were his main concerns when it came to those three being occupied. Granted Michonne would be another—but she is on a trip for who knows how long, Grey doesn’t entirely pay attention.

“Hey, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be back in 30 to help with lunch.”

“Alright…I’ve got my eyes on Grey, so you should be fine” Carol reassures the doc watching her smile temporarily before heading inside the prison.

Grey gave it five minutes before taking the lit cigarette from his mouth and tossing it in the bin that Rick collected a lot of dead leaves to help with composting. Another thing Grey has now idea how any of that works.

The second the fire broke out and both Rick and Carol were drawn away from their duties along with a few new friends they made since they started letting people in—-Tyreese and Karen. Grey immediately headed inside. He always had a sense of sneaking up on Y/N, even when he’s a walking red flag for everyone.

“What are you and Dixon”

Y/N froze under the running water as her whole body was exposed to Grey given he didn’t care about space. Never did. She tried to cover herself as he looms over making her realize how close he has gotten since entering the washroom.

“We aren’t anything”

“But yea want him?”

“I didn’t fucking say that” Y/N flinches when Grey punched the wall dangerously close to her head.

“I know you’re lying. You may not be fucking under him every night but you want him. You’ve always fuckin’ have”

She felt herself cower like she used to when she felt his hand on the back of her neck. “I’m not yours. I’m not his. I’m no one’s”

“I’ll make sure of that princess.”

Once the fire was taken care of, Rick couldn’t help but grow anxious suddenly. Who could’ve caused it? This wasn’t natural. He quickly scanned those outside to get a headcount of his people as Carol notices her friend grow frantic. Then it clicked to them instantly.

Grey did it.

Carol knew immediately where to go and checked the washroom not finding Y/N or Grey. She then went to the cellblock finding Rick approaching her cell on the other side. Both of them looked in to find Y/N putting away her shower supplies in one of her milk crates that act like storage compartments.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re not lying are you?” Rick frowns watching Y/N immediately look away from him as her body cowered once more. Giving him his answer.

“I’m settin’ a council meeting with whoever is left on it that’s here. He’s not staying here”

You best believe it was unanimous.

The previous run group came back to a small crowd by the gates blocking a frustrated Grey that had all his bags (2) on him. The shouting became more audible when their car and Daryl’s bike came through after Carl and Tyreese opened it up for them.

“What’s going on?” Daryl asks approaching the crowd and watching Grey’s already enraged expression get worse bringing himself toward the archer. “Back the fuck up”

“You just couldn’t keep shit to yourself. Yea think you’ll keep her fucking safe?” Grey spat in his face which didn’t make matters better for him. “You’ll hurt her just like I did”

Oh he’s done Daryl snapped and immediately socked the abuser in the face watching him fall. He was about to do more damage when Glenn held him back, but Grey wasn’t done. He needed to lash back.

Except he didn’t get back up on his feet right away given the gun that was drawn to his face. The one holding it wasn’t Rick or any of them, but Y/N.

“Stand down and get the fuck out”

“You’re making a mistake”

“Am not” Y/N frowns keeping her gun locked on him, even when he rose to his feet and was shoved out of the prison entirely.

Y/N didn’t lower her gun until she saw him fade out of view but even then she was stuck in that position. A few started to disperse, leaving those from the farm to remain worrying for their family that seemed stuck. Carol quietly approaches her now shaking form, taking the gun from her hand and unloading the magazine to realize it was never loaded.

A weight was suddenly lifted as the tears came abruptly causing her to drop to her knees and bring herself into a ball.

Years…fucking years trapped in that relationship…

She’s actually finally free.

The archer was ever so careful when approaching her fragile state, bringing himself to her side resting his hand on her back and giving a look to the others to leave. He remained by her side for however long she needed, and was going to remain in that spot for whenever she needed him.

He’s never going to hurt her like him

When the illness came through the prison, Daryl didn’t like the idea of Y/N joining the group on the run to get medicine. But she was the best asset along with the military doc Bob, even if he turned out to have an ulterior need that Daryl threatened if he had a drop of the alcohol before the medicine got to their people he shall meet the consequences.

Daryl couldn’t help but watch Y/N do her magic, what she trained to do, by helping those still living to get the medicine they need to survive and live. She was gentle and told the truth about everything she gave them, what it did for them positively and what could happen negatively. But in the end, the bad will be overlooked once the good saves their life.

In that moment, he knew what he wanted. But only at her speed…if she’ll ever have him.

And he’ll never know.

“Daryl we have to go!” Beth yells in his deaf ears as he scanned the ruins of the prison while the chaos still commenced.

He will never know

She will never know

Reunions are bittersweet. Nothing will beat the once lost sheriff reuniting with his wife and son. Except maybe theirs.

Cannibals. Of course they would be a threat at least once during someone’s life during the apocalypse. Except one wanted to expect that this sanctuary called Terminus would be the light the group needed after the hell they endured with a villain they had once thought was gone for good. But they turned out to be just as devious and their main course were the living.

On the chopping block was Daryl, Rick, Glenn, Bob, and then two other individuals they have never met before. But they met their fate of being sliced opened and the blood poured into the trough they were propped against. Then the explosion happened, taking their leader Gareth away to investigate. Giving Rick his window to take out the two butchers and free his friends.

After getting their weapons and trying to get back to their people in the train car. There was the threat of the Terminus people and the walkers that were flooding in, but moments where the walkers got dangerously close to the four making their way to the car—-the undead would drop permanently dead to the bullet shot by the unknown source.

The unknown source being Y/N. She came into view when dropping grenades she found during her separation onto larger groups of walkers to give the four their path—and inevitably their entire group. But she wasn’t the one to think of the break in or to know where they can find their supplies. The plan’s credit goes to Carol who neither Daryl or Rick hesitated to hug once they regrouped in the tree line.

“Well you certainly did some soul searching” Maggie smiles wrapping her arm around Y/N’s shoulders making comment of the changes to her person.

Hair was cut shorter.

A short sleeve shirt, no longer hiding her scars made by the past.

Combat pants she snagged on an abandoned army vehicle.

She kept her converse because they brought her joy.

She looked better, still healing. But better.

“I did, but I’m only rather relieved to be back with y’all…you’re my home” Y/N smiles as Maggie instantly pulled her into a hug once she said such.

But their hug was very short given the archer waiting patiently for his own. Maggie couldn’t help herself by pushing Y/N toward Daryl making all three of them laugh slightly, Daryl’s being more nervous than anything.

“Yer pretty badass now huh?” Daryl comments watching Maggie and Glenn walk away to give the two time to themselves.

“Oh I’ve always been. Just had a weight on me for most of my adult life. It was always there”

“I knew it was”

They both were still feeling overwhelmed by the horrors within Terminus and granted the time apart. He couldn’t stop thinking about where she was and how she was doing. If they’d ever meet again. As Y/N had hope that she would meet him again. She only feared that she lost him along the way.

Then here they were. Too lost in their own minds but their hearts wanted to act on its fate.

“I’m not ready…”

“That’s okay”

“But…” Y/N brought herself close to Daryl watching his hands hesitate to touch her but she gently took his hands into hers. “I wouldn’t mind going slow”

“Neither would I”

[catt-leya]

Okay, okay, okay, I have a request and just to be clear I entirely blame that gif of Rick laying in bed for giving me ideas 👀

So, Reader is Maggie's sibling, and has had feelings for Rick for a while, which he's completely oblivious to. They stop by Rick's house in Alexandria early one morning and find him in bed (looking like that yum) and decides to act on it. Rick's about to get up but Reader gently pushes back onto the bed and climbs on top of him, Rick is completely got off guard but is /very/ into this especially when Reader starts getting naked-

Just as things start getting heated though Maggie arrives wondering what the hell is taking them so long, cue Reader and Rick frantically scrambling to act normal and get dressed-

Provoke (18+) || Rick Grimes

Who does not get interesting ideas with that GIF 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Yawning, you lean against the railing behind you and look up at your sister, "I hate the shift in the morning."

Maggie looks from the woods to you, "Everyone knows that, Sweetie. But everyone has to go through it."

Every time you have the morning shift at the gate, you could cry. You hate getting up when it's still pitch black outside, and it's even worse when it's cold as hell, too. The only good thing is that you have today's shift with your sister, so at least it turns out to be something to lift your good mood.

Sighing, you put your head back and grumble, "Who's next after us?"

You count the clouds above your head as Maggie leans the gun against the gate, "Sasha and Michonne."

Because you can't wait to be relieved, you look to Alexandria to watch for your rescue and hesitantly ask, "So what else is on the agenda today?"

You don't even finish the question before you hear Maggie laugh, "Are you asking me now because you don't feel like doing anything at all today, or because you want to know what Rick's up to today?"

Grinning, you look over your shoulder at her, "Both?"

She rolls her eyes and brushes her hair out of her face, "That was obvious, and you don't have to do anything after your shift today."

Now she leans over the railing, "As for Rick, you probably won't get to see him today. Glenn said Rick wants to go out with Daryl, so they won't be back until nightfall."

You bite your lower lip, "But he's still here now?"

Smiling, she shakes her head in disbelief, "I can't believe that you are into him. But yes he will probably still be there, but does it make a difference? You'd never tell him you have a crush on him anyway, even though you know full well he's probably already figured it out, the way you're always ghosting around him."

Where she's right, she's right.

You take every chance to be around him, and he'd really have to have fallen on his head a lot not to notice that you adore him, but you've never dared to say anything.

Actually, it's not that tragic either, except that you keep seeing that you're not the only one interested in your leader and every time he smiles at another, your heart breaks a little.

Your eyes wander over your home and miraculously, you see Michonne and Sasha walking towards you.

Before Maggie even understands what's happening, you're already downstairs yelling, "Let's get out of here. If you want, I'll help you in the garden later, but please let's get out of here."

Slower than you'd like, she comes down to you and looks at you sternly, "I'll take that as a promise, sis."

You grab her arm and couldn't be happier as you walk past Michonne and Sascha and say in a sing song, "Have fun."

Shaking her head, Maggie withdraws her hand from you, "We can probably harvest something later."

Instead of listening to her, you stare at the house you're slowly walking toward and mutter, "I'm going to see Rick for a minute."

Rooted to the spot, Maggie stops, "What?"

You bite your lower lip and turn to her, "I want to ask him if he can bring me some chocolate."

Playfully, you grin at her, "And then I might as well adore him again."

In fact, it gnaws at you that Maggie doesn't trust you to make the first move, and as you think about it, you don't know why you shouldn't just tell Rick. You can't actually make the situation you're in now any worse, and a very small part of you hopes that it's not just one-sided.

Skeptical, she starts moving again and stops for a moment in front of Rick's house, "I'm going to stop by Glenn's for a minute, then I'll come here and we can go out in the backyard. See you in a bit."

You can tell she's anything but convinced by your idea, and she doesn't even know what you really want to do.

The longer you stare at the steps in front of you, the worse the climb seems, but you don't always want to be ridiculed by Maggie and want to take a chance for once in his life. So you take a deep breath, adjust your top, and head inside.

As you close the door behind you, you notice how quiet it is in the house and wonder if Maggie made a mistake and Rick has already left with Daryl.

Crossing your arms, you call out to Rick but get no answer and you turn to the stairs upstairs.

Again you call his name and once at the top you hear his muffled and sleepy reply, "If it's important, just come in."

At first you hesitate, but to be honest, it IS important and you push open the door to the room where you suspect Rick is.

You just glance into the room and stand rooted to the spot.

Actually, you don't even know where to look and your mouth is hanging wide open, which looks anything but attractive and there's probably some drool running right along with it, but you just can't control yourself for a moment.

You never thought that you would see him THAT WAY once in your life. Sometimes you dreamed about it, but in reality it is completely different.

Lying half naked in his bed, he turns to you with a groan so he can rest his head on one arm and mumbles in a sleepy voice, "What's up?"

You close your mouth, only to open it again immediately after and stammer, "I…Uh…"

Like an idiot, you stand in the doorway and can't manage a complete sentence.

In your head you're still working on words you might be able to say when he starts to get up and you shriek almost hysterically, "No, wait."

Totally confused by your violent reaction, he remains half-sitting up in bed and a voice in the back of your head bellows, "Now or never. Now or never."

Hesitantly, you take a step toward him and croak, "Stay right there."

You can literally see the question mark on his face and can totally relate, but with your current vocabulary, maybe actions speak louder than words.

So you stop in front of his bed, praying that your hands aren't as sweaty as they usually are in stressful situations, as you place your small hands on his bare shoulders and push him backwards onto the bed.

In fact, you were expecting more resistance, but he complies surprisingly easily and just frowns, "What is this turning out to be?"

Actually, you're not quite sure yourself what it's going to turn out to be, but you just go with your intuition and sit astride Rick's hip.

Briefly, it flits through your mind that Maggie would never believe you and might not even need to know, before you reach for your top and pull it over your head.

In your bra and pants, you sit on it and look down at Rick.

He could throw you off with ease, but doesn't and instead places his hands loosely on your hips.

"Do I need to understand what's happening right now?" his voice is rough and you close your eyes briefly before looking back into his blue ones: "You like it?"

At your question, he snorts softly, "Do I like it that a woman just sits on me like that and takes her clothes off?"

Uncertainly, you bite your lower lip, "Do you like it that it's me?"

This seems to be the moment Rick understands what this is all about and grips your hip tighter, "This is about you having a crush on me, isn't it?"

You actually figured he knew, but hearing him say it out loud makes you blush again and you look down at his chest to keep from looking him in the eye, "I guess I won't have to say it then."

His hands, now sliding to your thighs, distract you and you barely notice him murmuring, "It was hard to miss."

Your whole body is tense as he slides his hands up again, this time not holding onto your hips.

You forget to breathe.

Light as a feather, his hands rest on the clasp of your bra and he gently pushes your torso down.

You were so determined to be brave, but somewhere between the moment you sat on him and his statement that he knows you have a crush on him, that bravery has gone down the drain and now you're sitting on him more insecurely than ever, not really even knowing what you want to do or what your goal is.

The only thing you are able to do is to support yourself with your hands on his chest to avoid crashing into him.

You finally look him in the face again and are aware of how close his face is to yours as he whispers, "What do you want?"

You can feel his breath on your lips and gather the last of your functioning brain cells and breathe, "You know it."

Tighter than before, he presses you down and your heart stops as he kisses you.

A half-naked Rick kisses you, and it's not a quick smooch. It's a kiss like you've always imagined.

Your hands run over his chest and your fingers graze the scar he received from the gunshot that put him in a coma.

For a long time the kiss remains gentle and almost innocent, but without thinking you shift on his hip and get a muffled moan in response, which he clearly wanted to suppress because he mumbles "Sorry" shortly after.

Hearing that sound from him only turns you on more and you begin to slowly move back and forth on his hips, "Again." That's all you can bring yourself to say, and Rick releases his lips from yours to reach your throat, growling hoarsely, "You sure?"

Groaning, you dig your fingers into his skin, "Yes, please."

Breathing heavily, he pushes you a little lower on his body and you feel his erection pressing against you.

The man has a lot to offer and you are about to ask him to finally take off your bra, when you hear your sister calling for you.

Panicked, you tear yourself away from Rick and you can see his amusement in his eyes, "Your sister."

Hectically, you scramble off of him and hiss, "I know, Mister Obvious."

The faster you try to put your clothes back on, the longer it takes you and just as you're pulling your shirt over your head, you hear Maggie on the stairs, "You're taking forever."

You grab some shirt that's on the dresser and toss it to Rick, "Get dressed."

He looks like he can barely hold back the loud laugh, "Why? You came into the room earlier too when I was barely wearing anything."

Begging, I look at him and he hums softly, "All right."

Rather reluctantly he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head making the boxers look a little better and just in time as Maggie strides through the door, "What's taking so long?"

I hope she doesn't notice as I explain in a high pitched voice, "I was just telling Rick what to bring me."

Apparently he does want to come to my rescue, "Right, she asked for…"

Silence.

He doesn't know what to say because I never told him, so he gestures with his hands, "Well, that thing. You know."

Your mind goes completely blank and it's only when Rick looks at you for help that you call out way too loudly, "Chocolate."

His eyes light up, "Yeah right and I'll bring it to you when I find some."

You mumble quietly, "Thanks," and look at your sister, who frowns at your behavior, but doesn't dwell on it and points with her head toward the stairs, "Come on. You said you were going to help me in the garden."

I nod and want to follow her out of the bedroom, when Rick holds me back by the arm for a moment and whispers softly in my ear, "When I get back tonight, I'll climb through your window. Stay awake, please."

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[decarabiandivorce]

Til my voice grows tired, I only ask for your embrace.

okay @cashewally-sarcastic when you said Nameless Bard playing the lyre for the ffd au my mind went crazy <3

Anyways here is some Red-haired warrior and Nameless Bard cringe :3 featuring Venti and Amos

He could never forget the smile his friend had when he played that lyre.

It reminded him of the day that they met when he acted as courier between the city and desolate wilds.  The bard sang and sang until his voice began to fade, and he had realized he stood still for the entire day. The wanderer was just another member of the audience, a sword for those who needed protection.

They didn’t talk that day. Nor the day after that. Nor the days or weeks after that.

Yet whenever he wandered back into the city, delivering supplies from the snow-drifting clans to the isolated city, he would spend an hour or so listening to the bard.

There weren’t many musicians in that city, he realized around his fourth visit. Unlike the other nations he had been in, there weren’t people playing the drums on the street corners nor the piano being practiced near a window. It was as if the source of all music came from a single boy with pale blue eyes.

To speak so eloquently was a skill, and the bard smiled as his audience gifted him with coin and cuisine. It was a kind the smile, the one without malice nor bite. He talked a bit with some of the kids, letting them pluck his lyre’s strings.

It was routine.

Until it wasn’t.

“Mister Warrior,” The bard spoke to him around his fifteenth visit. “There is snow on your cape.”

“There is.” He replied.

“Mister Warrior,” the blue eyes looked so wide, “Do you come from outside?”

Then a new cycle began. While the man had coin and cooking, the accounting of a record would do just the same. He told the bard the vast seas of Liyue, and how their mountains were as tall as the very tower they were under. He told of fishes so large that they could swallow a great sword in one fell swoop.

The bard chuckled with delight as he went over every detail, staying quiet as he absorbed every word. As he held the warriors hand and the lyre in the other, the warrior knew that this was no ordinary fellow. He didn’t know what to say when his story was done and silence blanketed them both. To ask about the fellow’s family? To ask what it was like to live under such tyranny? It would do harm to be persistent so soonly met.

But there was one question that had been burning in his heart since the day he listened to the lyre’s master, “O’ Bard, what is your name?”

Then there was something else in that man’s eyes, a child-like mischief, “Oh? You make sure to secure yourself a front row, yet my name you do not know?” He giggled at the warrior, “Guess.”

“Guess?” The flame-haired man barked, “There are a million different names one can go by!”

“And you have millions of seconds to try and try again.” Spoke the bard.

He stared at the person, that kind smile revealing itself to be that more mischievous than a wind sprite, “You can’t be- fine. Are you…. Named after a plant?”

“A plant? In this city?” chuckled the bard.

“Dose it start with a vowel or consonant?”

“Those aren’t guesses.”

“Do I have to say your last name, or-“

“Oh!” The bard laughed and laughed, a chime in the soundless city, “You are so…. Ahahaha! I’ll give you a hint, it’s a lot more obvious than you think.”

Day by day. Night by night. Song by song the warrior returned.

The Gunnhildr clan requested his assistance in transporting some wool they received, to be a bodyguard for a meeting with a Lawerence. Yet as the high priestess, a young women with soft blonde hair, argued with her equal- a lady clad in jewels and dancing hues, his mind wandered to that bard.

“Is it Josh? Adam? Orville? Blake?”

“Do I look like an Orville to you?” The bard giggled during their 21st meeting.

“Cyrus. Gwen. Vergil. Glenn.” “Fine names they may be, but none of them are me!” his laughter was the brightest in the entire nation. His head would tilt just slightly, and his braids would follow alongside it. There was a strange allure to it all, one that kept him as captive without song. Or perhaps this was a song on its own, one without a tune or notes.

“Erik.”

“No.”

“Wendy?”

“Nope!”

“Did I say Blake?”

“Yes you did my dear friend!” The warrior tried keep his heart steady at the words, “Are you running out of names? Then do you wish for a hint?” He nodded, smiling as the bard began to play, “It’s closer than you think, a mouse beneath a sink. It is right in front of you, don’t you worry. It is something that exists within the heart of every being. The name I have- one not in any record, it the name I made for myself- of my own accord.”

Ragnvindr sighed as he tried once more, then concluded the day- determination in his core.

25th, 28th.

32th. 34th.

The time moved on, meeting after meeting, as he tried to list out anything that would fit those qualifications. What could be in plain sight, perhaps sun right in front of him night after night?

“I give up, “hissed the warrior, his arm around his friend’s waist as he did so. “What could be matching such a saint’s voice? No name spoken in human tongue could be of worth.”

The bard laughed, “Well if you must know… the name I have shared so freely with other is the very song I sell. For my name is Carmen, you see and that is song in it’s entirety.”

Ragnvindr stared at Carmen, the only person he had felt such a closeness with for a long long time, and punched him on the shoulder. “Carmen…” He repeated like a prayer, “Carmen… it fits you.”

Carmen grinned as he rubbed his shoulder, “Of course I have used other names in the past, if you were to guess those a point I would award. Himmel like the sky in my eyes. Ventus like the wind that surround by life. Names are the shortest poems one can give, and Carmen is the name what which I live.”

Even after that game was finally done, the meetings between the two were not undone. Stories were spoken, and from then on Ragnvindr knew- the boy in front of him was no sheep. A contender against the very wolves that threatened his home, the bite beneath that silver tongue was a sight to behold. Hawks and eagles were this man’s kin, for the soul of a fighter shined within.

“Soon, I will see that sky,” Carmen muttered as he pressed his face into Ragnvindr’s coat, his voice muffled by the fur.

“I don’t doubt that,” He replied, “I would be more than willing to take you with me the next time I leave.” His friend stiffened, as if he was struck. “Hm?”

“That would be easy,” Carmen’s words were soft now, an air of uncertainty and one other emotion contained within it, “To leave Mondstadt and never return. To fields of yellow and trees that could reach the moon. Yes, that would be nice.”

Carmen’s eyes no longer looked a soft blue, but instead a cold steel, “But I am sorry, dear warrior, I can not leave. Not yet.”

“What could possibly lead you to stay here? In this sunless city of drab and dreary? Shouldn’t a bard such as yourself yearn to make the world your muse?”

He could feel Carmen play with the ends of his red hair as he replied, “Fly fly fly, like a bird in the sky to a ship in the sea. A branch within it’s beak, hope for only those in misery.” He did not chuckle, “This is my home, for the people of Mondstadt need me. They need a song in their steps to help them throughout the day, and while I do need food in my stomach, their smile is all the pay I need.” He brushed Ragnvindr’s bangs aside, “I…. I am planning something. Would you help me?”

Silently, the warrior nodded.

Carmen reached into his pocket, and a small little paper folded into a flower emerged from it, "Pray repay me with hope and a smile, and stand with me to welcome the day when the storms blow no longer."

He held it gently in his hands, his eyes widening,

“Carmen.. what are you planning?”

“Be my warrior, my dear Ragnvindr. Please, I beg of you. Let me see Mondstadt shine with the sun you speak of.”

“I….”

“Ragnvindr….”

“Carmen...”

“…” Ragnvindr’s heart wavered for just a second at Carmen’s silence. The calculating look he had for penning words and analysis was on full display. The eyes of a beast more fearsome than Lupus Boreas was in front of him, and what was worse was he was not after his blood nor his flesh- but his heart and will.

“I do. I promise to stick by you, til the very end.”

--

Whispers of the rebellion snuck into every conversation, tiny non-verbal cues to not let the wind carry their voices. All of it composed by a lyre playing bard, the one who is sitting right besides him holding a small creature.

“What is that.” Ragnvindr asked, pinching its weird feather ears. “It looks evil.”

“It’s not!” Carmen cried out, “His name is Venti!”

“Venti,” Ragnvindr looked, “You named him Wind. Is it cause he can fly!”

Carmen ignored his words as he slowly pet his friend, “He is like one of those birds.”

“I can assure you, he is not a bird.” Ragnvindr grumbled into his palm, “Seriously where did you even get such a thing.”

Carmen gasp and held the creature tightly, “Don’t you dare call Venti a thing! He is a wonderful little wind wisp!”

--

Ragnvindr’s frown turned into a scowl, “A wind wisp. As in. A wind elemental being. When we are going to have Windblume soon.”

“Yes.” Said Carmen, “Well I think its going to take a couple months or so before the final date is settled, Venerare is still handing out ‘props’ to the people.” He hugged the little wind wisp some more, before his smile graced his face. “I wrote another song! May you lend me your ears?”

“Of course,” Ragnvindr said in-time with a chirping from the wind wisp. Venti said on top of Ragnvindr’s friend’s head while Carmen began to tune his lyre. Soon enough he was set to play a song. It was a lullaby, one that whispered of smelling baked goods in the air and spices from afar. As the notes dwindled out, Ragnvindr thought of the cinnamon sticks from down south, and internally promised to buy a jar for him.

Amos was the next person Ragnvindr befriended, even then he would have called that a generous statement. She was Decarabian’s wife to him at first. Then she was Carmen’s other friend. Then she was a pretty good hunter. But a friend? He would have to think about that a bit more. Friendship was something sacred, more divine than the lord of the city. To call a person he had spent time with but not laughs with a friend… hm.

Yet he could not fault her with anything. The way she took care of herself was perfect. The way she took care of other was perfect. In another time and another life they would never have interacted and perhaps would have never even known each others names. She would stare at him sometimes, her eyes drawn to his hair like so many other Mondstadters.

Her hands were soft. Her heart was soft. Her eyes however, colder than snow.

His hands were rough, his heart closed off, and Ragnvindr would never listen to what Carmen said about his eyes. Calling them a kind hearth amidst the winter. Foolish.

“Is there something wrong with my form?” Ragnvindr muttered to her as he practiced his swings in the courtyard. The gales have been getting rougher with Amos now permanently out of the tower, for her spouse was growing desperate.

“I have never seen such a style before, I apologize if I stare.”

Ragnvindr grunted in response, taking the statement for what it is. “Have you ever held a greatsword before?”

She looked nostalgic, “A long time ago. A lady who’s hair was darker than night wielded such a blade. Her family had long since departed and she was going to head out. She was the first to leave, to read the writing on the wall in the midst of the war.”

“Any clue where she went? Perhaps I know of her decesenednts.”

Amos laughed, but it was not a happy laugh, “As if she would tell me. Even so, to befriend someoe’s kin just because I knew their ancestors centuries ago dose not seem fair. Their lives are their own and to bind them to the actions of another… I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

Ragnvindr swings and she rambles, occasionally grunting in response, “That tone of yours…. You sound like you don’t miss her.”

“I do miss her. As I mentioned its been years. I.. have made peace with that. I made peace a long time ago. It’s fine.”

The practice dummy was beginning to break, “We can change the subject if you want.”

“….”

“….”

The duo stood in silence, the only noise being the rustling of wind and the practice of form. Amos played with her hair as she fiddled with the string of her bow, the only gift from her lover she refused to part with.

Ragnvindr readied his stance once more, the movements becoming routine and clockwork. He grumbled, knowing that relying on such muscle memory could make unpredictable movements his downfall.

“Fight me.” He whispered, Amos’s head snapping up as he dose. “Fight me, “ he repeats himself , a little louder this time.

“I don’t want to shoot an arrow though you.” She smiled.

He laughed, “Then pick up a sword and I shall pick up your bow. You could even use a lance if you want.” Her eyes glanced over to rebellion’s hidden armory, amusement dancing on her face as she imagines using such weapons after so long. Perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps things will be okay.

--

It all comes crashing down like a stack of cards.

A mission gone wrong, intel not accurate. His back is against a wall with a squad of about thirteen men besides him. Carmen is staring at him, that look in his eyes tells him all he needs to know.

“What ever you are planning don’t do it.” He wants to say. He wants to shout and scream at his friend, but they all know what’s behind the corner- blocking their only way out.

Pale blue eyes already look glassy and dead as the bard reaching onto his chest and plucks the metal flower Ragnvindr gave him for their rebellion’s anniversary-placing it on the warrior’s chest. The hesitation in Carmen’s actions as he raises a finger to his mouth only worsens the pain in Ragnvindr’s chest. He hates this. He hates this so fucking much.

Quietly, Carmen makes it to the edge of the corner, and dramatically walks into the tyrant’s gaze. The remaining rebels manage to crawl though a window as their leader talks to the tyrant, his heartbeat pounding in his ears preventing him from listening to what they were saying. He just needed to trust his friend, even if it kills him inside.

Venti and Amos are asking him what happened as the squad recovers from the failed mission. They see Carmen’s symbol. They don’t want to believe it, and neither dose Ragnvindr.

Still, the Windblume must survive, even if its leader’s heart does not.

--

The announcement shatters them.

It shatters everyone.

--

Venti keeps asking why everyone looks so mad when he asks about Carmen.

--

He and Amos aren’t fighting! They aren’t!

--

--

Venti is gone.

--

He wants to storm that tower with Amos. “That would be easy,” he thinks, the dream of taking all away from this panopticon. To leave Mondstadt behind and say fuck you to all that scowl at Carmen’s face. Where the four…three… of them could sit on the deck of a harbor without care.

Yet there were still rebels who believed in them, and that’s what made it hurt even more. Perhaps if everyone simply abandoned their ‘traitorous’ leader, then things would be a clean cut. No. Gunnhildr was adamant that Carmen was innocent. That Decarabian’s machinations were working on them all and that without sunlight, sleep, substance, and song they were all starting to succumb.

His song. His wonderful wonderful song.

In the distance howling winds and the turning of the gales, he could make out the softest hints of a harp. It wasn’t a lyre, but he could feel in his heart that it belong to Carmen. Call him delusional. Call him insane. That was Carmen playing in the tip of the tower, playing a song without a name.

He doesn’t talk on those days, the audience within him not wanting to break the performer’s spell. He feels as if he was back then, just two people meeting on the street with duties of so routine. Yet whenever he wandered back around the city, delivering supplies from the snow-drifting clans to the very few rebels that remained, he would spend hours or so thinking of that bard.

Amos gets him, she understands his hurt. Perhaps far too well, for the one with her heart on her sleeve has given up trying to yell. She cries and sobs into his arms, until he is also weak in the knees. He holds her like a lifeline, another one taken from her by divinity.

Days and days pass, and the nights feel the same. The world around him is as grey as the stones, perhaps another side effect from it being so long without sunlight. The tower feels larger, and he is so small. The tiny spirit of hope that used to beg for fruits from him now shot by an arrow by ones Ragnvindr called friend.

That person was drinking on the edge of bridge, not caring a bit about what they did. Was it because it was so long ago? Or perhaps the alcohol had darkened their soul. The flame of rebellion and blasphemy raged in Ragnvindr’s heart, for he knew that his friend would not want him to taint the rebellion by killing it’s members. That part was soon quelled with the memory of Carmen’s adoration for Venti, how the wolf in sheep’s clothing would be quiet stabby.

It's so easy, such a simple action to do. He was already intoxicated, so a simple push was all he needed to do. Fall from the sky, like the wisp that they killed. Ragnvindr wishes he could sink that low, but he knows himself and his morale code.

He feels frustrated every day, as more and more complain. He tells them to shut up and behave, and they call him a lapdog for a master who is away. For once Amos is the one to tell him not to storm the tower, but he sees in her eyes the thoughts of retaliation. Another announcement comes that day, from the man he hates the most and his best friend right besides him.

He looks healthy, his cheeks never looked fuller but all that doesn’t matter with his now cold eyes. “What happened to you?” He wants to shout, but instead he clutches at the flower on his chest, desperate to not throw such a sacrifice away.

Decarabian places a hand on Carmen’s shoulder, blabbering about how wonderful his son is to the crowd. He can’t read the room, nor tell from the rebel’s hooded glances the emotions boiling within. Amos grips his hand tight, but before he could retort she gestures to a group of people- rebels in their own worth. They see Carmen as bad as his ‘father’ and driven to desperation the people will slaughter. Amos’s sharp gaze catches their movements, as their hold their swords and lances with gazes murderous. He can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t give a shit, when the world itself turns back on someone so perfect.

That night the warrior prays for forgiveness, of a festival for a dawn is something he cannot gift him. Windblume- what a joke. A terrible irony. What use was love when the one he cares about the most was suffering? To save the people of Mondstadt without any adoration was always the goal, but to see them turn their back on the one that sparked that fire made his eyes darker than coal.

Hand in hand they walk to the front gates of the tower, not caring whoever sees them. He can only hope the letter towards Gunnhildr and Venerare was enough, for there was too much rage in his chest to wait to say ‘I am sorry’ out loud in front of both of them. He followed right behind the silver-haired archer as the two of them walked up step by step.

Together they opened the doors, and their fates were set.

--

Carmen looks so peaceful as he plays the injured Venti a tune. Ragnvindr can not help but stare at his friend, as if he was the sun and the moon. He missed this. He could never put into words how much he missed him.

He was using a harp. Ragnvindr tried not to smile as he knew he was right. It was Carmen that played those notes.

He hadn’t asked about the state of the rebellion. The returning of the flower was all the confirmation he needed. Did his friend yearn to take his offer all those months ago? As much as he knew his friend, he could never read his thoughts. They were like a language written by the ancients that made the ruins all across Teyvat, and only Venti was the archaeologist.

Carmen buried his face into Ragnvindr’s new coat, this one with the symbol of the storm god on it. It wasn’t as fluffy as the one he used to wear, but it was okay. This was all okay.

He ran his hand down Carmen’s back, a part of him still in disbelief that the bard was right in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, hugging Carmen tight.

“It’s… fine… You just…cared….” Carmen did not cry, but the faint glimmer in his eyes told him all he needed to know. Venti burrowed himself between the two men, Ragnvindr’s face softening as the wind wisp leaned into the warrior’s palm. Carmen watched as his friend held up Venti like a vase of glass and yawned.

“Perhaps I should sing you the lullaby this time?” Ragnvindr asked.

Carmen shook his head,” Do you even know a lullaby?”

“I’ve been reading some of them.... while you were gone.”

“Oh.” Carmen held Venti tight, “I… am not in the mood for stories.”

Ragnvindr’s heart sank.

He should have arrived sooner.

Carmen brushed Ragnvindr’s hair away from his face, “Tomorrow… let’s do something. Not a story- something real.”

There it was, his Carmen. The bags under his eyes and the crown on top of his head may have suggested otherwise, but Ragnvindr knew that it was still Carmen underneath all those fancy layers.

“I can’t wait to accompany you.” The knight smiled as he pulled Carmen into an embrace. “That man… is going to let me take you into the town tomorrow.” Ragnvindr closed his eyes and felt Carmen’s breathing and his heartbeat. Sure, it was pacing a lot faster than normal, but he had to believe it wasn’t out of fear.

“That sounds wonderful.” Carmen spoke softly. “I don’t have my lyre anymore… so no playing for the crowds.”

“Mh.”

Carmen tried opening his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a yawn.

He was tired.

So tired.

And to lay within his warrior’s coat while holding Venti and Ragnvindr?

It…

It left a bitter taste in his mouth but perhaps… it would be okay…

…

.

The prince of the tower closed his eyes, sealing the fate of all the rebels in and out of Mondstadt- as the last star of hope became complacent.

[scarisd3ad]

Invisible string

(Part of the to the end and back series)

Pairing - platonic!glenn Rhee x fem!reader

Summary - who knew that a pizza delivery boy you met 2 months before the apocalypse began would end up being your absolute best friend.

Warnings - regular twd warnings

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A/n - just a little fic that takes place before the timeline of the main fic! Also, s3 ep1 should come out this week or next! also I love adding more depth to the readers character like I never really said where readers grandparents farm was but it's in the same town as Hershel's might also write a fic where reader and Maggie meet when they were younger!

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I sat in my boyfriend's living room, my face buried into Jack's chest as he talked to the pizza place on the phone. This was a rare occurrence, us spending time together. He lived in Macon while I lived in Atlanta for school, so we only did this once every month. "Yes, just one medium pepperoni. 12.49? Alright, yes, that's fine, thank you, yes, yes, alright," he says before hanging up the phone. I look up at him, and he looks down at me before pressing his lips to my forehead. "they'll be here in 30 minutes," he says before pressing play on the movie we were watching before we decided to order pizza.

 About 30 minutes later, a few knocks are on the front door. Jack is about to get up when I pat his chest. "I've got it," I whisper. he takes his wallet and hands me a 20-dollar bill. I get up and walk over to the door. I unlock the deadbolt and the door's primary lock before opening it. In front of me is a guy probably around my age with a black hat with the words 'pizza palace' embroidered and a pizza delivery bag in his hand. "Um, one medium pepperoni that will be 12 dollars and 49 cents," he says. I nod and hand him the bill. "keep the change," I say as he passes the warm pizza box to me. "Thank you. Have a good day," he replies as he stuffs the bill into his pocket.

 "no, thank you..." I look down at the badge pinned to his chest, Glenn. "Glenn"

 August 28th, 2010

"No, Jack, please, you can't go down there," I cry; we're stuck up on the roof of an apartment building after the world has presumably gone to shit. Down below us, the streets are crowded with people trying to escape the city and the crazy people within. I don't know what's happening, but everyone is going crazy, biting and attacking people. It was something straight out of a horror novel. "I've gotta get us something to eat, honey. I'll be right back," he whispers as he cups my face. "I-I'll go with you. Please don't leave me," I cry out. "Please, Jack, I don't want to lose you too." 

"Alright, but we've gotta be fast, okay?" he says, grabbing my hand. We were going down into one of the empty apartments below. We couldn't stay here anyway. Maybe we could hunker down in one of them until the government figures out what the fuck is going on. There's no one in the building as we walk down the blood-covered hallways. We assumed there was no one until we saw a group of those crazy people stumbling down the hallway. "Jack," I whisper as I back up, "Go, you go, I'll find you, I promise." 

September 27th, 2010

It's been a month since the world ended. I waited a few days for Jack to find me, but he never did, so I assumed he died and left. I had to go. The building was starting to become overrun with what I call walkers. I'm stumbling down some road, I don't know which, but I know I'm out of the city. I'm covered in blood when a jeep pulls up before me. "Are you bit?!" I look up at the man in the car. I don't know if I should trust him, but I shake my head. "c'mon, I've got a group up near the quarry." I get into his car despite the concern that fills me. "Shane, my name is Shane." I don't answer at first; I'm shaking from pure fear. "I-I'm y/n," I whisper. 

We arrive at Shane's camp; there's a big RV parked far back near a bunch of tents while the group huddles around a fire. Shane helps me out of the car. "Found her out near the road, scared to death," he whispers to a lady I assume to be his wife. I take a seat near the fire and stare into it. I'm traumatized. I've seen so much death in the past month that every time I close my eyes, I see every single replaying in my mind. "I'm Glenn." I look to my left to see an Asian guy I've sworn I've seen before. I remember that name, voice, and face, but I just can't figure out where I know him from. He smiles at me, and it is comforting to see someone smile. He wears me down until I tell him my name. "I'm y/n," I whisper; he smiles again. How could he smile during this? "Where are you from?" he asks. I let out a sigh as I looked over at him. "Um, I'm from Senoia but moved to Atlanta for college," I say.

My grandparents owned a farm out in Senoia, while my family lived in a small town about 40 minutes away, but I spent most of my life in Senoia. "Cool, cool country shit," he whispers, which makes me laugh, "Yeah, I guess my grandparents did own a farm, so country shit." I look into his eyes, studying his face a little more before asking, "Have I met you before?" he shrugs. "I do. Maybe I did deliver, but out in Macon, so..." Pizza delivery, the guy that had delivered our pizza when I had gone out to Macon to visit Jack. I don't know why I remembered his face. Maybe we were supposed to meet again, and my brain ensured I remembered him. perhaps it was an invisible string tying us together.

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hello my friend !!! offering you a strange question here.

so, question. you like to speak about werewolf/vampire tropes, but what about a Frankenstein type situation? out of all your pairings, which pair do you think would create their partner from scratch? maybe raise them from the dead? would the raised character despise their creator?

Oh, FUCKING. Do you think Daryl would bite someone just to keep them around? Do you think Negan would bite someone just to KEEP them? Can you imagine 'hating' this man and having him be your maker? Who do you think would accept the change willingly? Who would fight against it? I am rambling. Do you see my brain.

Theres a lot going on in this ask so i hope I answer everything!

Typically I don't find Frankenstein-esque monsters sexy so I don't focus on them, but I will say, the element of reanimation is really good. Especially ESPECIALLY if it's someone the person loved.

Imagine Rick bringing Lori back or Negan bringing Lucille back, imagine their wives hating being alive again, hating to see all the things they've missed and who their husbands have become. Despising the men they are now and breaking their hearts by pulling away from them.

And even looking at it nonromantically, imagine Rick bringing Carl back and Carl is furious. Absolutely livid. I just???

Yeah reanimation and the dissonance between creature and creator is DELICIOUS and I'm gonna be Thinking about it from now on tbh

As for the second part of this...

I think early season Daryl wouldn't, he's too stubborn and headstrong, but then he loses his friends, his brother, he feels responsible for Glenn's death, yeah I think Daryl would absolutely turn someone to keep them around forever. Even if they hated him he'd know they were safe.

As for Negan though...yeah it would be a power trip for him to turn someone. He'd do it specifically to show them that they're entirely indebted to him and will never be able to escape him. Even if they hate him and run off, they're only alive because he wanted them to be.

And I think, as far as fighting or embracing it would go, it depends on the person AND who is turning them.

I think after losing Carl, Rick might be more easy to break but he'd still fight it (especially if it was Negan) and try to desperately hang onto his humanity.

But Maggie losing Glenn would be the opposite. I feel like she'd want to be a monster if given the opportunity, regardless of who turned her. (Of course then she'll eventually have a dilemma of outliving the rest of her family so there's that too)

Anyway yeah I see ur brain and I'm loving ur thoughts

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When they had got back to the church, they pushed the trolleys up the stairs and into the place.

Abraham was under the bus, fixing it up whilst Rosita helped him.

Sully ran towards Natalia, barking as his tail wagged, but he halted when he sniffed her, walking in a circle as he ran his nose along her legs, trying to work out what it was.

"What the hell happened to you?" Carol asked, looking down at her from the steps, Daryl was smoking, as he leaned against the railing.

"Oh, y'know, just a leisurely swim in walker infested water, that has been brewing for god knows how long, heh, get it, god knows." She pointed at the church. "Anyway, I got a cool jacket." Natalia shrugged, "I'm going to be fishing walker goop out of crevices for a week, and almost got killed cause of a priest, all in a days work."

"What?" Daryl asked, talking to her for the first time in a while, looking around for Gabriel.

"Got scared, shoved me out of his way as he tried to flee, totally bombed it though."

"Did you get hurt?" Carol asked, Daryl was still scanning the brunette, like he was trying to find any injuries.

"Nope, no bites, no scratches, all good."

"Are you sure?" She pressed.

"Yes, you want me to strip so you can check?" Natalia huffed, walking past the pair and heading into the church, Sully walked beside her. "I'm offended people ask me that so often, I can handle myself."

"It's okay to accept the fact that people love and care about you." Carol called after her.

Later that night, when the sun had set, The group sat around the church, enjoying their first proper meal together in a long time, chatting and laughing, enjoying each others company, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

Glenn and Tara had formed a game of how high can Sully catch, where they would take in turns throwing a piece of food into the air and see the furthest he could catch it from, the people around them found this pretty amusing, pitying the dog by giving him a spoonful from their own plate, he was definitely enjoying the buffet.

"I'd like to propose a toast." Abraham gathered the rooms attention, standing at the front of the room with a glass of wine in hand.

Michonne and Natalia took their seats beside each other as everyone went quiet, waiting to see what the man had to say.

"I look around this room and I see survivors." He started. "Each and everyone of you has earned that title. To the survivors."

"Survivors! Cheers!" Everyone chanted, raising their glasses.

"Is that all you want to be?" Abraham continued, Natalia knew where this was going, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. "Wake up in the morning, fight the undead pricks, forage for food, go to sleep at night with two eyes open, rinse and repeat? 'Cause you can do that. I mean, you got the strength. You got the skill. Thing is, for you people, for what you can do, that's just surrender. Now, we get Eugene to Washington and he will make the dead die and the living will have this world again. And that is not a bad takeaway for a little road trip. Eugene, what's in DC?"

"Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics. Even of this Fubar magnitude. That means food, fuel, refuge. Restart."

"However this plays out, however long it takes for this restart button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you've been since this whole thing started. Come with us. Save the world for that little one. Save it so you can take your dog on walks without fear of it ending up something's dinner. Save it for yourselves. Save it for the people out there... who don't got nothing left to do except survive."

Judith began to make noises, as she sat on her fathers lap.

"What was that?" Rick asked her as people laughed. "I think she knows what I'm about to say. She's in. If she's in, I'm in. We're in. Let's do it."

Everyone cheered and clapped for the plan, Sully let out a howl, joining in on the noise, Tara copied the dog, letting out her own howl.

After a while, people gradually went outside, getting some fresh air.

"Has anyone who's gone outside come back yet?" Natalia asked Rick, looking around.

"Sasha went out to look for Bob, said he'd been out for a while." Tyreese weighed in.

"Carol and Daryl's been gone for a while, too." Natalia hummed.

"Alright, me and Tyreese will go look for them, everyone stay here, I don't want anyone else disappearing." Rick said, standing up.

"I'll help." Natalia offered, going to stand up, but Rick stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"No, I need you here, to keep an eye on Gabriel, he does anything, I know you can handle it, we'll find them." He assured her.

"But-"

"Natalia, I need you in here." He repeated.

"Fine, take Sully, he'll be able to sniff them out from anywhere, especially Daryl." She mused, knowing full well how much fond the dog and man were of each other, even if Daryl didn't express it, but she could tell by the way he kept Sully's rabbit in his back pocket If the dog had forgotten it, or dropped it when something else caught his attention.

"We'll take care of him." Rick nodded.

"I know you will." She offered a small smile.

Natalia was sat in a pew, her eyes never left the father, watching his every move, her gun in her hand, resting in her lap.

The other people went about doing their own thing, waiting for the arrival of their family to return.

The doors opened with loud creaks, Tyreese, Rick and Sully returned with Sasha, but no Bob, Daryl or Carol.

Sasha walked towards Father Gabriel.

"Stop." She told the man in a hushed voice.

He stared at her, pausing the motion of pouring himself another glass of wine.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "What are you doing?" She repeated, much more slower, when he had yet to answer. "This is all connected. You show up, we're being watched, and now three of us are gone."

"I..." He started. "I don't... I don't have anything to do with this."

Sasha pulled out her knife, walking towards the man as he backed up.

"Wait!"

"Don't!" Rosita ordered, lunging forward, but Abraham grabbed a hold of her.

"Sasha, put it away." Tyreese told his younger sister.

"Who's out there?" Sasha asked, ignoring the other people in the room.

"I... I don't have anything to do with this." Gabriel put his hands up in surrender.

"Where are our people?"

"I don't have anything to..."

"Where are our people?" Sasha screamed at him.

"Please, I don't have anything to do with this."

Rick pulled Sasha back, taking her place.

"Why'd you bring us here?" He asked.

"I... I... please." Gabriel stuttered.

"Are you working with someone?"

"I'm alone. I'm alone. I was always alone."

"What about the woman in the food bank, Gabriel?" Rick pushed forward. "What did you do to her? "You'll burn for this." That was for you. Why? What are you going to burn for, Gabriel?"

Gabriel had yet to answer him, ticking the man off even more.

Rick grabbed him by the collar, pushing him against the table full of candles.

"What? What did you do?" He shouted, his jaw clenched. "What did you do?" He pushed the man away, taking a step back.

"I lock the doors at night. I always lock the doors at night. I always lock the doors at night." He repeated, breaking down. "I always- They started coming, my congregation. Atlanta was bombed the night before and they were scared. They were- They were looking for a safe place, a place where they felt safe. And it was so early. It was so early. And the doors were still locked. You see... it was my choice. There were so many of them and they were trying to pry the shutters and banging on the sidings, screaming at me. And so the dead came for them. Women... children. Entire families calling my name as they were torn apart, begging me for mercy. Begging me for mercy. Damning me to Hell." He sobbed. "I buried their bones. I buried it all. The lord sent you here to finally punish me." He collapsed to the ground as he continued to cry.

Natalia was feeling more angry by the second, he was the sole reason that countless of families had suffered brutally, because he couldn't be bothered to help them, to offer shelter, and he was feeling sorry for himself?

"I'm damned. I was damned before. I always lock the doors. I always lock the doors."

A whistle sounded outside the church, Sully began barking and howling at the door, Natalia headed towards him, pulling the dog away as Glenn headed for the window.

"There's something... There's someone outside lying in the grass."

Sasha had ran for the door.

"Sasha." Rick followed.

The others chased after them, running outside.

"Oh! Bob!" Sasha shouted, as everyone set their sights on the passed out Bob.

Two walkers were heading for them.

"His leg." Maggie looked in horror, Bob's left leg was missing.

"Get Bob inside. We'll take care of them." Glenn ordered, him heading for the first walker as Natalia ran to the other, her knife pushing into it's eye.

"Can you help me, please? Help me. Help me." Sasha sobbed to Tara, trying to pick her boyfriend up.

"Get inside! Go!"

More walkers were appearing, Rick had started shooting at them as Natalia and Glenn ran back to help everyone with Bob.

"Rick!" Natalia called out, staring at the big red A that was painted on their wall.

"Let's go." He told her, pushing the small woman in the building and locking the door.

Everyone gathered around Bob, he had managed to wake up.

"I was in the graveyard. Somebody knocked me out." He told, once he was able to. I woke up outside this place. It looked like a school. It was that guy, Gareth. And five other ones."

Natalia looked at Rick, they were the ones who demanded to finish it off.

"They were eating my leg, right in front of me. Like it was nothing. All proud like they had it all figured out."

"Did they have Daryl and Carol?" Rick asked in a gentle tone.

"Gareth said they drove off."

"What?" Natalia hissed. Why the hell would they drive off? Unless... that black car.

Bob tried to sit up, groaning in agony.

"He's in pain. Do we have anything?" Sasha asked Rosita.

"I think we have a few pill packets in the first aid kit." Rosita said, getting up to fetch them.

"Yeah." Sasha nodded at her.

"Save 'em." Bob called towards her.

"No."

"Really." Bob sniffled as he sat up, pulling his T-shirt down to reveal a tear of flesh.

Bob was bitten.

"It happened at the food bank." He told Sasha, who stared wide eyed at it.

"It's okay." She whispered, helping him lay back down.

"Bob?" Sasha asked, when he fell. Tara caught his head, so he didn't hit it on the floor.

"There's a sofa in my office." Gabriel offered. "I know its not much, but..."

"Thank you."

"I got him." Tyreese stood up, helping Bob into the office.

Rick and Natalia moved towards the father, seeming to have the same thought.

"Do you know the place Bob was talking about?" Rick beat her to it.

"It's an elementary school. It's close."

"How close." Natalia asked, before he even finished the word.

He hesitated.

"How close?" Rick pushed.

"It's just a 10-minute walk through the woods from here, due south of the graveyard."

Judith started to cry, so Carl carried her into the other room, in her basket.

"Does he have a fever?" Rick asked Maggie.

"He's just warm."

"Jim lasted more than two days before we left him." Glenn remembered.

"Time for a reality check." Abraham called out. "We all need to leave for DC right now."

"No way! Not when Daryl and Carol are missing." Natalia snapped.

"They're gonna be back." Rick agreed. "We're not going anywhere without them."

"I respect that, but there's a clear threat here, to Eugene. I need to extract his ass before things get any uglier. So if y'all won't come, good luck to you. We'll go our separate ways."

"Well, bye!" Natalia waved at the large man.

"You leaving on foot?" Rick asked his retreating back.

"We fixed that damn bus ourselves." Abraham turned around.

"There are a lot more of us." Rick marched towards him.

"You want to keep it that way? You should come."

"Carol saved your life. We saved your life."

"Well, I am trying to save yours! Save everyone's."

"We're not going anywhere without our people."

"Your people took off."

"They're coming back."

"To what, picked-over bones?"

"You're not taking-" Rick reached for the man.

"Do not lay your hands!" Abraham grabbed him.

Natalia took her gun off safety whilst Glenn ran over to intervene.

"Abraham!" Rosita shouted.

"Hey, hey, stop! Now!" Glenn came in the middle of the pair, creating distance. "Do you really think that you're gonna be any safer leaving right now, in the middle of the night?" Glenn asked Abraham.

"Yeah." Abraham nodded. "Yeah."

"What about tomorrow? We need each other for this. We need each other to get to DC. We can get through all of it together." Glenn expressed.

"I have an idea." Tara stepped forward. "If you stay here just one more day and help, I'll go with you to DC no matter what." Abraham seemed to think this over, when she turned to Maggie. "Okay?"

"Glenn and Maggie, too."

"No." Rick declined.

"Good luck, then. I'm not interested in breaking up what you have here. Rosita, grab your gear."

"Abraham."

"Now." He ordered. "Eugene, let's go. Eugene. Move it."

"I don't want to." Eugene stayed seated.

"Now." Abraham growled.

"Okay." The scientist whispered, getting up from the pew.

The three moved towards the door.

"You're not taking the bus." Rick told him.

"Try to stop me." He responded.

Rick waited a moment, before walking towards the redhead, who passed his gun to Rosita.

"Hey, wait, wait wait, wait, wait, wait!" Glenn ran forward, breaking them up again. "Hey, hey, hey!"

He looked between the pair before speaking again.

"You stay. You stay and help us, and we will go with you."

"No." Rick refused.

"It's not your call." He looked back to Abraham. "You stay, help us."

"Half a day." Abraham bargained. "Come high noon, we're taillights. I'm not waiting for the other damn shoe to drop."

"And we will leave with you." Maggie spoke up.

"12 hours." He declared. "Then we go." He walked towards the first pew, narrowly missing barging into Rick.

The group gathered around, as Rick hatched out the plan of action to put an end to Terminus as they loaded up guns and got ready for the fight.

"We're in here and they could be anywhere." Rick said. "But we know exactly where they are."

"Plans got stones, I'll give you that." Abraham said.

"Make our move before they do." Glenn nodded.

"That's right." Rick nodded. "They're not counting on us thinking straight"

"But what if that's their idea." Natalia thought out loud. "Draw us out to their spot and leave our vulnerable unprotected, give themselves leverage, just like how they used Carl at the train carts."

"Then we make sure we get to them first, before they get the chance." Rick said. "Tyreese."

"Yeah?"

"You up for this?" Rick asked the man, who looked to be somewhere else.

He didn't answer, their attention moved towards Sasha, who had walked out of the office.

"I'm going with you." She declared.

"You should stay with Bob." Tyreese told her.

"No, I want to be out there. I want to be apart of this."

She didn't give anyone a chance to argue, walking back into the office.

Tyreese went after her.

The group carried on, whilst the siblings spoke in the office.

Rick had took on what Natalia had suggested, Carl, Judith, Gabriel, Rosita, Eugene and Tyreese sat in the office with Bob's passed out body, Sully paced around the room, missing his owner and sensing that something was happening.

If the cannibals were to turn up, they would be ready to deal with them.

The remaining members of the group vacated the church, heading into the woods and towards the elementary school.

When they had got there, the place was empty, no one in sight, a fire was put out recently.

"I knew it!" Natalia hissed.

"Go, lets go!" Rick ordered, and they all ran back towards the church.

They had got back quickly.

Before she was given a chance to get turned down by Rick, Natalia sneaked up the steps and into the open doors, the rest were on her tail, making sure they were deadly silent.

"Are we done?" A man with a hood up asked, he was stood behind Gareth.

"We'll hit the hinges." Gareth said lowly, gesturing for the two people who were stood outside the office to do exactly that.

Before they were given the chance, Natalia shot down the man, than the woman at the door to their people.

"Put your guns on the floor." Rick had walked further into the church, the end of the building looked pitch black to the enemies, not a person was in sight.

"Rick, we'll fire into that office. So you lower your gun..." Gareth pointed at the door.

Rick took aim, shooting the mans two fingers straight off as he screamed in agony.

"Not nice when someone takes your body parts off, is it?" Natalia pouted, staying in the shadow, her gun aimed at the next potential threat.

"Ah!" Gareth whimpered, keeling over.

"Put your guns on the floor and kneel." Rick repeated, walking forwards.

"Do what he says." Gareth groaned.

Natalia put her gun away, taking out her knife as Terminus followed the order.

"Martin there's no choice here." Gareth told the only person who wasn't kneeling.

"Yeah, there is." Martin disagreed.

Abraham stepped towards him, his gun pointed at the mans head.

"Wanna bet?"

He threw his gun down, kneeling.

The group stood in front of the surrendering cannibals, Sasha and Rick had boxed Gareth in as he moved around on the floor, looking at Rick.

"No point in begging, right?" He asked.

"No." Rick breathed.

"Still, you could of killed us when you came in. There had to be a reason for that."

"We didn't want to waste the bullets." Rick shrugged.

"We used to help people. We saved people. Things changed, they came in and After that I know that you've been out there, but I can see it. You don't know what it is to be hungry. You don't have to do this. We can walk away. And we will never cross paths again. I promise you."

But you'll cross someone's path." Rick said. "You'd do this to anyone, right? Besides, I already made you a promise." Rick pulled out his red handled machete, slashing it into the man's head.

This was the signal, to attack the other terminus members.

Michonne, Sasha, Natalia and Abraham attacked them brutally as the others watched in horror.

Natalia slit one of the men's throat, blood spraying around as she kneed him in the face, letting him fall on his back as he choked on his blood, before ending his misery and stomping hard on his skull, smashing it into brain matter and goop.

The room was silent when they had dealt with every single one, blood, stained the floor of the church pooling on the wood and the carpet, as mangled bodies layed across it.

Michonne had found something among the Terminus's stuff, pulling it out, to reveal her missing sword.

"It could have been us." Rick told the group.

"They gave us a reason, we were just food to them." Natalia agreed, wiping her knife on the dead bodies shirt. "This was self defence."

"Yeah." Sasha whispered, her voice shaking as she took in what she had just done.

Gabriel stared in horror at what had happened in his holy sanctuary, Rick, Natalia, Abraham and Sasha passed him, walking into the office to check on their loved ones.

"This is the Lords house." Gabriel uttered.

"No." Maggie denied. "It's just four walls and a roof."

The sun had rose, and Bob was losing the battle against the fever, everyone gathered around the office to say their final goodbyes.

"You'll always be with us." Maggie told the man. "Part of us." She kissed his hand, smiling at him reassuringly.

"And, if It clears your conscience, I forgive you for the time you went to shoot me." Natalia teased, as they both laughed, smiling at each other.

"I'm glad I didn't." He told her.

The group went to leave the man in peace, Sasha moving towards him.

"Rick." Bob called out to their leader.

Natalia took Judith off his hands, so he could talk to Bob.

"Come here, Judy." Natalia cooed, walking outside the room, Carl beside her.

She sat on the pew, Judith on her lap, and Carl next to her, petting Sully, Judith reached out for the dog, grabbing at his ears.

Natalia wondered if he was reminded of someone else, the same person she was thinking off as she watched the baby interact with the dog, who was gentle and patient as anything, making the little girl giggle as he licked at her hands, that Natalia made sure went nowhere near her face before being cleaned.

"He's good with kids." Carl said.

"He's good with everyone." Natalia smiled. "I got really lucky with him."

"Do you think Daryl and Carols gonna come back?"

"Of course they will, something probably just came up and they had to deal with it, they wouldn't leave us." She tried to reassure him.

Soon enough, noon had come.

Sasha sat by Bob's grave, wearing his jacket as she made sure the cross was tied securely.

Abraham was bidding Rick, Michonne and Natalia goodbye.

"This is our route to DC." He said, handing Rick a map. "We'll stick to it as long as we're able. If not, well, you got our destination. Once Eugene gets to the big brains left up there, things are gonna bounce back. This group should be there for it. You should be there for it."

"They will be." Maggie assured.

"We will." Michonne nodded.

"We will." Rick repeated.

"I guess we will." Natalia joined in.

Abraham nodded, turning around and back to the bus.

"Let's go."

"You both better be safe, save the world for all of us." Natalia told Glenn and Maggie, hugging both of them.

"You better make sure everyone here is alright." Glenn told her, patting her back and stepping away, patting Sully's head.

"Keep her out of trouble." Maggie told the dog, patting his head as well as he let out a woof of agreement.

The DC group got into the bus, as the others stood on the steps of the church.

Rick and Abraham shared another nod before the redhead closed the doors of the bus, setting off on their journey.

At night, Natalia sat on the front steps of the church, keeping lookout, but also wanting to keep an eye out for Carol and Daryl, they still hadn't come back, she missed them both, and was driving herself mad, coming up with loads of different scenarios of what could of happened, if it wasn't for the fact that she had no idea where they could be, she would be out looking for them, she knew that she was being harsh and cold towards the pair, especially with Daryl, but she didn't know how to act around him, after what happened, they were equally mad at each other, how they handled the claimers, and they weren't given a chance to hash it out, but he had made it obvious that he still cared and worried about her, she just couldn't deal with it, when everything was still so fresh, and she could feel the lingering weight, the bruises and cuts on her face still stung, her back was itching as the graze was scabbing over, it was too much, she felt she was suffocating but she didn't have the time to cry for herself, to reflect on the events, Natalia had to push through, put her energy into protecting her friends.

Michonne had come outside, sitting beside her friend, her sword in her lap. Neither woman had to say anything, just sat in each others company as they battled their own thoughts.

Longer into the night, the door opened, Father Gabriel stepped out.

"I can't sleep." He announced, leaning against the wooden rail. "And now, sitting in there... Quiet."

Natalia, nor Michonne answered him.

"It isn't just what happened last night. Saying what happened before out loud, I see it all again. I hear them."

"Yeah." Michonne whispered. "That won't stop."

"But it'll get quieter." Natalia added.

"And it won't be all the time."

A rustling sound cut the conversation.

Natalia jumped up, grabbing her knife, as Michonne slowly followed, signalling to Gabriel to be quiet, who went back inside.

Natalia moved towards the sound, Michonne was right behind her, unsheathing her sword.

They walked towards the trees, where the sound had come from, but not being able to see anything.

Something was emerging from the leaves, coming towards them.

It was Daryl.

Natalia stepped towards him, hitting his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, as he put his arm around her middle, as Michonne laughed, breathing in a sigh of relief.

"Where the hell were you? Where's Carol?" She asked, looking behind him, but not seeing the woman.

Daryl stepped back from Natalia, looking over his shoulder.

"Come on out." He said.

Next

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Not the same anon but I assume they're mostly referring to those posts I keep seeing on dndads blogs that will provide propaganda for Glenn, an "epic takedown" for Carlos and then a link to the poll. It's very annoying and maybe helping their vote numbers but definitely not other fandoms' opinion of them...

As of now I think it's just the one that was deleted (saying something's wrong w you if you find carlos hot) + the teeth gap thing nd calling him ugly qhoch just feels. Weird. Yucky Anyways, thank you, and also I'm really sorry about this, you should take some time to yourself after this because i imagine this is. quite stressful jfknf

EDIT: I have been notified that the block-quoted ask came from a separate Anon.

(Context. See also this post, this post which is about a now-deleted comment you can see my response to on the Glenn vs Carlos poll, and although it wasn't referenced in the ask this post is also relevant.)

Yeah that was a nasty comment.

On it's own I think the tooth comment is fair game but of course nothing exists without context and people making arguments for Carlos's sexiness or unsexiness based purely on his physical features when we live in a racist society that both holds up eurocentric white-supremacist beauty ideals as the standard and objectifies people of color both as undesirable and dangerously sexual (see the Latin Lover and related tropes)("dangerous" because of the threat that people of color will seduce good moral white people and sully the bloodline) is certainly A Choice.

Taking the military-cemetery quote literally is something that is honestly in Night Vale's style, but also yeah plenty of people find gap-tooth smiles sexy. Also I thought someone's response to that comment being "biting you. biting you so many times. hope this helps." to be really funny.

[littlegodzilla]

Hi Anon!! I can't find your request but I think I reply you in other post telling you that I'll write a one shot for your request.

I take some liberties I hope you'll like it anyways!

Enjoy!!

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Our little Secret.

Daryl Dixon x SisterGlennReader.

One shot. Anon request.

Warning: Not too much plot. Smut.

Words: 978 (wow that was very short)

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"Don't go." She whispers with a purr looking up at him with a small smile.

"I gotta go, babygirl." Daryl says finishing getting dressed.

"But I just need you..." She stretches out on the bed seeing him standing in the doorway of the room.

"Rick and yer brother are waitin' for me to go on a scouting trip." He tries to talk some sense into her, but she raises her hips and wiggles her ass in the air. "Ya wanna yer brother to know what we're doin'?" Her smile falters for a second and she shakes her head.

"You love Glenn too much, you wouldn't."

"If ya make me late, I'll have to tell him." It's a small threat but it's not real, he appreciates Glenn, knows he'd freak out too much if he suddenly found out about their relationship. But she insists, biting her lip letting out a small moan of need. "How can ya be his sister?" He huffs feeling him start to stiffen inside his pants.

"Someone had to wear the pants at home." She jokes and Daryl laughs.

"Okay, you've convinced me." He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. "Come here, girl."

Happy crawls over to her man climbing into his lap, Daryl and she kiss intensely, her hips moving against his thigh and she gasps as her clit sends waves of pleasure throughout her body. Daryl grunts as her knee squeezes his between leg every time she moves, stimulating his hard cock. His hands squeeze tighter on her waist and he sits her firmly against his thigh helping her move, rocking her hips back and forth, the thick fabric of his jeans rubbing her clit, making her moan against Daryl, who snaps and kisses her mouth, her neck, hides his head between her tits playing with her nipples in his mouth. She moans arching her back moving her hips faster, her fluids wetting the fabric of Daryl's pants who squeezes his hands tighter on her thin skin, slides them to her ass to hold her firmly and grips her skin making her moan again. The pleasure is getting more and more intense, each time he rocks on her thigh the thick fabric rubs her clit getting her to increase the knot of pleasure in her lower belly forcing her to move faster looking for that relief.

"Come on, girl, we ain't gotta much time." He whispers against her mouth and his fingers play and twist her nipples.

She can't hold on any longer and with a cry of pleasure she cums, her body shakes, her legs jerk and Daryl keeps touching her nipples watching as her face turns into a grimace of pleasure and he smiles, he loves to watch her. As she slowly begins to recover, Daryl kisses her and with ease moves her off his lap, he lays her down on the bed, her chest and stomach pressed against the sheets as he makes her lift her hips and spread her legs apart. She settles into the position, exposing herself completely to him. Daryl removes his pants and rubs his cock as he spills some drool on his fingers and slips them into her tight pussy. She moans at the sensation and wiggles her hips with her fingers, fucking herself on them, but Daryl quickly pulls them out, holds her hips and guides his cock inside her with a single thrust. Without giving her time to adjust he starts moving fast inside her, holding her hips preventing her from moving, his hips slamming again and again against her ass. A quick fuck has never been to Daryl's taste, but now he's in a hurry. She arches and stretches out on the mattress, her hands clenching the sheets, her moans muffled against them.

"Touch yerself, baby." He tells her without stopping moving inside her. "I wanna feel ya clenching against my cock as ya cum." He grunts and she moans louder but hides a hand under the sheets and starts rubbing her clit rapidly. Her whole body trembles and her pussy contracts against him. "That's it, cum on my cock, milky me." He grunts and feels him on the verge too, his fingers clench tighter on her hips and his rhythm becomes erratic. "Fuck I'm gonna cum so hard, I'm gonna fill ya so fuckin' good." He assures her and she sighs without stopping touching herself.

Her pussy clamps down around his cock again, hard, sending spasms of pleasure up and down his length as she reaches her second orgasm, Daryl groans through his teeth and his cock spills completely inside her. Slowly, when he manages to recover, he pulls out of her giving her a little spank, she purrs and smiles, looking up at him lying on the bed, biting her lip. Daryl smiles too, looking for clean clothes.

"Y'always get what ya want" He tells her as he leans over her to kiss her.

"That's because you adore me." She jokes and they both laugh softly. "Be safe... and get home safe and sound..."

"I promise." He whispers against her lips before leaving the room.

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"It's about time!" protests Glenn as he sees Daryl appear through the streets of Alexandria, still wearing his hair disheveled and sweat decorating his forehead as he adjusts his crossbow on his shoulder. "Where the hell were you?"

"Fuckin' yer sister." He says as he walks past him, straight towards the door of the community.

"Ha ha, very funny." Glenn growls.

However a strange silence settles in among the rest of the group. Rhee looks at them all for answers, Maggie smiles awkwardly and Rick looks away.

"Wait, what?" he stammers and runs over to Daryl to ask for explanations, but freezes when he sees the huge smirk on his face. "What?!"

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The End

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Why Glenn's sister? I don't have an exact reason, I was working and the idea just came to my head, I found it funny to imagine Glenn's face when he found out that his sister was dating Daryl and I decided to follow that line. I hope no one is offended.

I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

[strivia]

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Alright y'all, it's the

Demon Ron AU

This one was a bit of a Rodie roleswap, but also not exactly. A lot of it was brainstormed with @thumperdaetime, hi thumps! 💖

In this AU Jodie is just one of the human dads, and he signs Ron's equivalent of the Battleaxe of Hatred, which is a harp guitar. When Ron first properly shows up and the party is worried, but he just acts cute and has useful information and seems to only want to flirt with Jodie.

"You really didn't define any terms here at all. That's just bad business. Anything could happen."

Anyway, Ron is the son of a powerful demon lord (Willy). But he doesn't fit Willy's ideal of what a demon should be: ruthless.

Ron's given name in this is actually Ragnvaldr, an Old Norse name composed of the elements reign meaning "advice, counsel" and valdr meaning "power, ruler"

But he chooses to go by Ron, which has the meaning "song, joy"

Oh also, Samantha and Terry Jr are from the Forgotten Realms in this AU and Ron meets Samantha because Terry Jr. summoned him in an attempt to get his dad back. Ron won't make a soul deal with a child, and talks to Samantha about it, and ends up staying to keep an eye out for any other dangers Terry might summon while he's working through this.

Willy doesn't initially care that he's gone until he realizes what he's up to. Willy is the one to imprison Ron in the harp guitar for "not being demon enough". Aka having a loving relationship with a mortal and choosing to help her raise a kid. After being imprisoned his memories are a bit scrambled, but he does want to get home to them too.

The harp guitar also has the potential to be very destructive, cause it's Willy going "No matter how soft you talk, this is what you are. You are made to take and destroy. You can't run from what you are."

Jodie may be the one who signed the guitar, but Glenn is the one who fucking loves it initially. Ron is not super lucid in the guitar but he feels loved and cared for and appreciated. Handled gently. Ron feels a lot of affection off the bat for Glenn.

I did write a little snippet for Ron getting out of the guitar. This is one of the rare AUs where I sibling-zone Glenn & Jodie:

Glenn yelped as fire split the center of the double necked harp guitar, dazzling up the strings like a sparkler on the 4th of July. "Just drop it!" Jodie hissed next to him, whacking his brother on the shoulder as his voice lilted up a few octaves. Glenn grimaced, but reluctantly dropped the beautifully crafted instrument. It was going up in flames anyway. The moment it clattered onto the hard stone ground it split into two with a loud pop, like logs on a fire. Fire flared outward in a magical pulse, but did little harm more then just flaring hot and biting across their skin. When the glare of light faded from their eyes, it was to a demon standing in the rubble of the fractured instrument. Or, Glenn assumed it was the demon. He was short. Shorter than Glenn anyway, and only a little shorter than Jodie, with cloven feet and arcing rounded horns on his head, like a ram. The man shook ash from his hair, flicking floppy, soft looking ears, and blinking eyes with goat-like pupils as he got his bearings. He touched his hands together, a look far too much like childish wonder sparking in his ember orange eyes as he realized he was tangible. And then his gaze drifted over to the two of them. "I- um, Hi, I'm Ron."

Willy is still a source of power to this settings Omega Daddies too, but as a patron.

There a scene vaguely planned where Ron tries to distract Willy during a confrontation, and one of his horns gets snapped after Willy flings him and he whacks really hard into something.

When he found him, Ron had tucked himself into a small alcove, like a wounded animal desperately hiding from a predator. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut, body trembling. Glenn sucked in a sharp breath. His right horn was broken, a jagged edge of keratin where it was supposed to arc back around. The area was matted with blood, slicking that side of his head in a sickly sheen. "Shit," Glenn hissed. Ron cringed away from his voice, a soft keening noise of pain and desperation escaping him as he tried to burrow further into his earthen hiding place. "Hey, it's okay," Glenn intoned, trying to soften his tone of voice. He needed Jodie or Henry, he needed someone who could heal properly. "Shhhh," Glenn soothed, running his thumb along Ron's soft ear. A softer whine escaped Ron, one more sad and pleading, as opposed to scared. "Nobody is gonna hurt you," Glenn promised softly. He started to hum gently to the demon, who sank more heavily into his touch.

Anyway, uh yeah. Enjoy dear anon. 😂

[soldier-lodbrok]

"we don't have to talk about it."

Glenn did not want to listen to this. He did not want to hear a word. But he could feel that Sephiroth's tongue had burned all the flight back to Midgar. Glenn had not even looked his way. Just sat there with crossed arms and stared with a glare out of the window of the chopper.

Now they were all sat in a corridor in HQ. There would be "talks". Higher ups wanted to have conversations with them. Supervisors. Psychiatrists. Evaluation of the mission, of their insubordination. Glenn was sure he'd end up fired by nightfall.

And if not, he'd fucking leave.

There just was numbness and rage at what had happened back at the islands. It was all for nothing. All these people, their home, the beasts... it was all for nothing.

And they couldn't even have saved Rosen.

The mere thought made his throat feel choked, and he could feel the tension settling all over his face and down his spine. He wanted to scream at that. He wanted to scream and bash something to pieces. But he could not. he had to stay calm... Refu had hidden behind his legs, just whimpering every now and then by now.

And then Sephiroth dared to pipe up.

Glenn's expression tensed even more for a moment. He kept his eyes staring straight forward. Because he was sure he'd lose it, if he now looked at the silverhaired boy.

But his biting sarcasm couldn't stay down at this.

"Oh? Do we not?", he replied, tone all hollow and cold, like a threat, "Interesting. Well, I suppose a stupid P0 like me won't understand the thought process of a SOLDIER prodigy like you anyway. Surely there were very fucking good reasons to kill an unarmed boy, we agreed to save. But I am just too unfit with all my emotions and that other unnecessary stuff, right? You said so yourself."

"Will you at least include your reasons in the report you will have to write as the great leader of this mission, huh?"

@sephaeroth

[ediblehype]

Annaka: Would you guys fuck, marry, or kill me?

Glenn, teasing her: Oh Kill for sure.

Cross: Double for me. I’d chose Kill.

Dazai: Hmmmmmmmm. Kill!

Annaka: Oh you all think you’re so fuckin’ funny huh? Well I’m about to be hilarious. *starts crying*

Gilbert, pulling her to his chest and glaring at them: Honestly!! Manners are dead!

Glenn, opening his mouth before closing it. He bites his lip but says it anyways: A lot like Annaka in this theory-

Everyone: RADARS COME ON-

Glenn: The door was open!!!! What?! Was I not supposed to notice how open the door was?

[oqal]

Hi! I just saw ur au!!! Its very cute and I have questions bc I have been scrolling.... for quite a bit.

1.Whats Glenn's relationship with the twins? I saw you saying he's their unofficial 'ugly grandpa lmfao

2. What's up with the twins and JR? Does he acknowledge then at all or they just there?

swings my feet i am SO glad you ASKED

i don’t care if people don’t like glenn, i personally really like glenn bc he’s hilarious and he gives that old-school dad/grandpa warmth so

SO GLENN!!

glenn is the obvious, the term escapes me, the unasked for advice kinda parent. because what we learned from the show, he has a daughter presumably in middle/high school, and he’s the only parent on the team. he annoys reagan and brett a lot with inane advice bc he think he knows it all and shit. but when the twins are born, menaces from day one but in their own way

glenn has a propensity for being chaotic and violent, which is just may’s speed. even glenn had trouble catching up to her in the store-bought armageddon that is cognito when the twins are older. when he’s going batshit about something, pulling out flamethrowers, may is right behind him with a mini flamethrower he custom made for her. she feeds off his literal military-grade havoc. and glenn really likes may for that as well! (so she kinda faces the same PUT THAT DOWN kinda backlash glenn gets kdjsjsk). she’s kinda like a feisty kitten that bites a little too hard and then bounces off the walls with glenn lmfao

ian is the gentler of the two, he’s very shy and timid and sensitive as a little kid so kinda like andre, glenn matches his interests. glenn will show him all his little gadgets and model planes from his years in the service, lets ian take them apart and put them back together. ian is clingy and likes being carried when he’s young, so it’s Ian Shoulder Time but all the time with glenn. he’s shy but not very scared of things, thanks mom for desensitizing him to everything. ian is definitely the easier-going of the two, but sometimes you’ll catch ian stuffing something into his blowhole out of curiosity then baby laughing like crazy when glenn is absolutely choking

AND FOR JR

okay so i know jr shot reagan in the finger but lets just say that was a random shot so anyways

jr watched reagan grow up, and i discussed earlier in some headcanons that rand often handed toddler reagan to jr when he wanted to go get drunk in a corner or something. i still appreciate the fact that jr doesn’t coddle reagan, i don’t think he’s ever been family-oriented, but he would be amused by the twins, definitely!!

it would just be a rinse and repeat with toddler reagan, except actually way more dynamic and chaotic, and because it’s nearly uncontrollable, i’ll compare it to early season four of wwdits w laszlo and baby collin robinson. just putting them in like the most baby training courses, baby-dummy courses with how to become fearful and powerful only for it to end with ian short-circuited an entire floor of electricity and making the water sprinklers go off in cognito and may chasing him with plasma-ray gun because she thinks it’s a toy when she’s actually shooting around his feet and baby laughing bc it’s funny

just imagine a torched, electrical-sparkling from his hair jr handing the twins back to reagan and brett like “i’ve seen murder mazes in shadow prison x scarier than them” jdjdjsjs

[besidesitstoowarm]

series 1 retrospective

i'm not going to pretend this is anything literary, anything more than my random thoughts about the show i just rewatched. this is my blog. other, smarter people have said more intelligent things 20 years ago. this is the sicko blog for insane people, pull up a chair

so i have not watched s1 in its entirety since junior year of high school, which was a soul-destroying 12ish years ago. i liked nine well enough but i was already on tumblr at the time and was eager to get to ten, whose good looks and charm had been already sold to me. early into college i began to prefer the moffat era to the davies one and never turned back (i'm interested to see now how i'll feel) and rapidly got soured on the davies era by ten/rose shippers (this was not fair of me). 2014 was a dark time, you had to be there

ANYWAY other than the occasional episode in isolation (rewatching "dalek" for example) this is the first opportunity i've had to just enjoy nine without baggage and without being overly eager to skip ahead to "the good part" and like, god damn. the show is good lol

i remembered nine as being "dark" for some reason, more serious than ten or eleven, and i don't think that's fair. he has subjects he's touchy on and he's a bit rude but he's unbelievably earnest, undeniably goofy, and ridiculously loving. he imprints on rose immediately and protects her like a mother hen. he flirts with jack and only gets annoyed when jack flirts with rose. he really isn't that harsh on mickey after the first episode or so. ten is very dramatic in his wailing pathos (not a criticism) but the depth of feeling in nine, mostly good sometimes negative, is unreal. eccleston absolutely crushes the role and i'd kill to see more of him

this is the first time i've loved rose in like a decade. she's grounded, she cares about the average person. she's kind of got brienne energy if brienne was pretty. she's unapologetic about who she is and where she came from, she throws herself whole-heartedly into everything, she has this subtle dark streak where she chases excitement at any cost and flirts with death. she really seems like she'll kill herself if she doesn't risk her life with the doctor, it's kind of scary. you know that speech at the end of "family of blood" about like the fury of the time lord? rose would do that shit for real, ten got it from her. nine may be the navigator but rose is the swashbuckler. i wish we got to see her go ape shit

i found jack surprisingly obnoxious in his first appearance, which i did not recall ever feeling before. saved only by multiple instances of glenn miller. the glenn miller orchestra still exists and tours, did you guys know that? my dad founded a big band with someone who played in it. just a little fun fact for you. the rest of jack's episodes were fun, i like him well enough. wish torchwood had been good, he's a natural leading man with a good mix of humor and dramatic ability. he gets to play the zoe to rose's jamie. did you guys know john barrowman had a cameo in the producers? anyway

mickey was the character i was most surprised by on this rewatch. wow! poor tin dog of a boy. his teary outburst in "boom town" had me genuinely emotional, i really felt for him. i can't imagine how it felt to be left behind like that. he's not a natural fit for companion in the way rose so obviously is, i think it was good for both of them that they broke up, but it hurts anyway. i want to compare him to someone but i don't really know who. he's kind of rory, but rory insisted on coming along and made a pretty good companion. he's not really danny, bc danny was ian, to me. idk. i like you, mickey

i think the tone of the whole series was sublime. about half the episodes were biting political/media commentary (the slitheen/satellite five respectively) and most of the rest were classic doctor who "idk, you figure it out. there's a guy here" charm. "dalek" was an obvious standout for both the quality and the best introduction to the emotional core of the time war. eccleston is able to slide on a dime between bad puns and heartwrenching sorrow, and he carries the show sometimes, he's so adaptable which is perfect as the show found its footing. i was surprised to have genuinely enjoyed every episode this season. "the end of the world" doesn't quite have the polish of a classic moffat ep like "the empty child" but its place as second in the series (after "rose" as a perfect introduction) really sells the premise here, not just "what is this show about" in a literal sense (alien with a time machine) but in an emotional sense, why are we watching this, what's the purpose, why does doctor who exist (or STILL exist)

one of the things i distinctly remembered feeling when i first watched the show, and this will come up again in "christmas invasion," is "why is rose so sad that the doctor regenerated? it's the same guy, but now he's way hotter" but like i get it now. for the first time i understood and felt her confusion and grief. ten is fun and there are a lot of reasons to love him in his own right, but he's not nine, and it's understandable to sit with that emptiness. [clears throat] more like "are you my dadd–" [i am shot and killed for my sicknesses]

[bi-demon-ium]

im also now thinking about his name legally being “nicholas glenn” for a while but he never calls himself that and never gets used to it (like in school when asked to line up by last name alphabetically or being sorted like that he always goes to the front, with “B”, and then gets “corrected”) and once he’s old enough to be legally independent he immediately changes it back again