#Becca Writes TWD

[the-delta-42]

Between Reunions 3

[Reunions]

[First] [Previous] [Next]

Between Reunions 3

“Are you nervous?” Asked Clementine, as she and Eleanor helped Kate into her dress.

“Clem, I’ve been married before.” Responded Kate, getting a snort from Clementine.

“Yeah, to a dick.” Snorted Clementine, getting a disapproving look from Eleanor.

“Clementine.” Chastised Eleanor, getting an eye roll from Clementine.

“What?” Asked Clementine, “It’s not like you’re disagreeing with me.”

“It might be true, but it might be an idea to not speak ill of the dead.” Said Eleanor, getting another snort from Clementine.

“Do you think that’s why they suddenly got up and started walking?” Huffed Clementine, starting to laugh, “Someone’s grandson said they were a dick and they took it personally?”

Clementine continued to laugh, with Eleanor and Kate joining her.

BR

“I’m still amazed you managed to get this thing running.” Said Gabe, as Gill adjusted the video camera.

“It just needed new batteries.”

“Huh.” Gabe looked over at Javi, who was fidgeting with the black jacket he’d found.

“Did your Dad fidget this much when he married Kate?” Asked Gill, glancing at Gabe.

“I can’t remember,” Answered Gabe, frowning, “I was a little kid at the time, and Mariana was asking where mom went.”

“That sucks.” Said Gill, getting a wince from Gabe.

“That’s my biggest fear,” Confessed Gabe, “having kids and then getting myself killed. I’m afraid of Clementine having to explain to them why I’m not coming back.”

Gill glanced at Gabe, “Your dad never addressed it, did he?”

“Not out loud.” Answered Gabe, “He took her pictures down, he put her things into storage. When I asked, he just said she wasn’t coming back.” Gabe swallowed, “I suppose, his reaction made it worse, he just, shut off. Part of me thinks he only remarried so Mariana and I had someone to call mom.”

“Guys,” Everyone looked towards the doors, Gabe felt his heart flutter at the sight of Clementine in a dress, “Kate’s almost here.”

BR

Violet sighed as she trudged towards the fishing shed, Tenn trailed behind her. She looked around, trying to find a weird walker that Willy had spotted a few months ago. Normally she wouldn’t bother, but Willy had mention it was walking normally when he last saw it.

“Do you think Clementine and AJ lived?” Asked Tenn, getting Violet’s attention.

“I hope so, but they probably didn’t.” Answered Violet, as they heard someone coming up behind them.

“What’s going on?” Asked Louis, frowning at them.

“We’re talking.” Said Violet, “It’s what we do to pass the time.”

Louis huffed, before looking around, “Do you think Willy was making up the Walker story?”

“Could’ve been,” Shrugged Violet, “He probably got bored. What are you doing out here?”

“Walking.” Louis avoided answering.

“That’s stupid.” Retorted Violet, as Brody appeared.

“They’re not caught in any traps, maybe they wander into a herd.” Brody froze when she saw Tenn and Violet, “Oh, I didn’t see you there.”

“Who’s they?” Demanded Violet, as Tenn looked around.

Brody nervously glanced at Louis, before answering, “Clementine and AJ.”

Violet felt a burst of anger, “What?”

“We, we thought it’d be nice if they,” Brody swallowed, “if they were laid to rest.”

Violet took a step towards them, her face like thunder, before a gunshot sent her to the ground. A man stepped out of the bushes, pointing a gun at them. Louis grabbed Violet’s bow, freezing when the man aimed at him.

“Y-your supplies.” Rushed the man, his hand shaking, “Now.”

“We don’t hav-” Louis was sent backwards, as a bullet hit him in the shoulder.

“Don’t lie!” Shrieked the man, as Violet groaned and moved.

“Wha-” Violet rolled over, revealing her left eye completely destroyed.

“Your supplies,” his hand continued to shake as he aimed at Violet, “or she dies.”

The group of four didn’t move, as a Walker stumbled up behind the man, and buried its teeth into the back of his neck. Brody quickly grabbed chairles and bashed the Walker’s head in. Looking at Louis and Violet, she quickly pulled them up.

“We need to get home,” Said Brody, as Tenn supported Louis, “now.”

BR

Clementine pushed a bucket towards Kate, not looking up from her book.

“Thanks.” Said Kate, her head still in the bucket.

“As long as you’re not throwing up on me, don’t mention it.” Responded Clementine, stretching her remaining leg out.

“How’re things holding up?”

“Well,” Clementine looked up from her book, “Conrad’s still a bit pissed about that fire we had a couple weeks back, Eleanor and Lingard are arguing over the filing system and Gabe’s being really vague about something.”

Kate was silent, making Clementine worry the woman had died. Kate suddenly retching told her that the woman was, in fact, still alive.

“Sounds like a hectic week.” Joked Kate, as Eleanor appeared at the door.

“Clem, you’ve been freed to go.” Said the medic, with Clementine getting up and leaving the room at an almost comical speed.

Kate blearily looked up from her bucket and stared at the door, “What had her in a hurry?”

BR

“Clem, I need you to go with Bonnie.” Said Javi, as Clementine drew close to the group.

Clementine froze, before looking at Javi, “Why?”

“Gill’s seen a walker herd close to the settlement,” Said Javi, “he thinks a whisperer’s leading them.”

“And you need me to tell you if it’s James or not.” Finished Clementine, before looking around, “Right, can you tell Gabe I’ll be a bit late?”

Javi nodded, as Clementine jerked her head towards the gates and set off, with Bonnie trailing after her.

“Right,” Said Bonnie, after they were a few yards from New Richmond, “So, how’re you?”

“Fine.”

“Er, how’s AJ?”

“Fine.”

“Look, Clem,” Bonnie stopped, “I know we didn’t part of the best terms-”

“You left me to die after allowing Arvo to shoot me.” Snapped Clementine, glaring at Bonnie, “You claimed to thinking about AJ, but you left him behind with Kenny. That’s not even starting-”

A crunched made Clementine stop yelling, she cursed herself, before turning and looking at the Walker. The two stared at each other, before they stumbled forwards. Frowning, Clementine swung her prosthetic leg up and kicked the Walker between the legs. Letting out a sputtering groan, James fell to his knees.

“Really?” He whined, trying not to curl into a ball.

“A normal person would’ve said ‘hello’.” Said Clementine, as James struggled to his feet.

Pulling the mask off, James glared at Clementine, “Y’know, you could be a bit more grateful for me leading those herds away.”

Clementine sighed through her nose, “Right, sorry. How many are there?”

“None, currently.” Answered James, as Clementine looked behind him, “There’s a couple that are part of a tree, but it’s otherwise clear.”

Clementine nodded, before jerking her head towards New Richmond, “C’mon, I’ll see if I can convince Javí to give you some food.”

James hummed, as Clementine turned away from him.

“Delta’s moved on from that school, by the way.” Said James, “I heard it was something to do with Negan’s group.”

Clementine stopped, frowning, “The Saviors haven’t been a threat for several months now.”

“Maybe there’s something no one knows about.” Suggested James, side stepping Bonnie, “How’s the kid?”

“AJ?” Clementine glanced back at him, “He’s doing great.”

BR

AJ brought the baseball bat down on the Walker’s head, the knife he’s taped to it becoming stuck in the walking corpse.

“Dude!” Yelled someone, AJ thought it was Jesus, “I think you got him!”

AJ rolled his eyes and gave the Walker one last blow, before walking away from it. The boy looked at the Walkers, and at the living. He saw Gabe stride past him and pull the knife out of the Walker’s head.

Nervously looking around, AJ approached Gabe, “Gabe?”

“Yeah?” Grunted Gabe, shoving the remains of a Walker off a spike.

“Can I go to a friend’s house tonight?”

Gabe froze, before looking at AJ, “You do realise that Clem has the final say in this, right?”

AJ nodded, “But if you’re okay with it, she might let me.”

Gabe sighed, “Okay, I’ll talk to Clem.” AJ smiled, “But, you’re gonna have to help me clear this shit.”

AJ hastily nodded, quickly grabbing a Walker’s severed arm.

BR

“What d’ya think your mom’s doing?” Asked Bobby, a boy around AJ’s age.

“Clementine’s not my mom.” Frowned AJ, “I think she’s spending time with Gabe.”

“What do they do?” A couple feet away, Sophie and Becca shared uncomfortable looks, having a very good idea what the couple were doing.

“Don’t.” Whispered Sophie, as Becca bit her lip.

“I’m not going to.” Retorted Becca, as Gill dropped at bucket in the room.

“I’m gonna try and get Javi or Mike to soundproof Clementine’s house.” Groaned Gill, dropping into a seat across from the girls, “Or talk to Clementine about how loud she is when her and Gabe have sex.”

“What’s sex?”

The three late-teens/early adults all froze, before slowly twisting to look at the children.

“It’s, er,” Gill looked at Sophie and Becca, “um, well, it’s…Becca’ll tell you what it is.” Gill rushed out of the room, with Sophie quickly following after him.

Meanwhile, Clementine looked up as her head lied on Gabe’s chest.

“What’s on your mind?” Asked Gabe, making Clementine shift to look at him.

“A lot of things.” Clementine rested her chin on his collarbone, “Our current situation, Richmond’s alliances, the people we’ve lost. What things would’ve been like if none of this happened.”

“Going for the deep stuff, huh?” Smiled Gabe, hooking his arms around Clementine and trailing kisses down her neck. Clementine let out a giggle, before pulling Gabe up into a kiss.

BR

Minerva did her best not to flinch as Negan slammed his bat into Sullene’s head. She caught sight of a guy with a crossbow glaring at Negan.

“Now that,” Negan laughed, “was ex-zil-la-rating!”

“What do you want?” Snarled Lilly, glaring up at them.

“You took three of our people.” Said a black woman, glaring down at them, “We want them back.”

“What makes you think they’re not dead?”

Negan hit Sullene again, sending her face first into the ground.

“If they dead,” A man crouched down in front of Lilly, “then we’re gonna turn around and pretend we can’t hear Negan bashing your skulls in.”

“Richmond.” Burst someone to Minerva’s left, “We sent them to fight the New Frontier.”

“Well,” Said the man in front of Lilly, “let’s hope they’re alive.”

BR

Clementine led Paul to their prison area, “They did seem weird, given how they just walked up to us.” Clementine pushed a door open and held it open for Paul, “What are their names again?”

“Carl, Enid, Judith,” Jesus pulled a list from his pocket, “Henry, Joel, Adam, Paul, Cotton, Ida, Joe and Rob.”

Clementine gave Jesus a confused look, “Someone named their kid ‘Cotton-Eyed Joe’?”

“No, those are three different people.” Clarified Jesus, as they entered the cells.

Clementine stopped in front of a cell, looking at the young man sitting on the bed, “This one of them?”

Carl looked up, glaring at the woman, before he spotted Jesus.

“Yeah,” Nodded Paul, “Thanks, Clem.”

“Where’s my sister?” Demanded Carl, as Clementine opened his cell door.

“With the other kids.” Answered Clementine, “We’re not keeping toddlers down here.” She looked at Jesus, “How many were on that list?”

“Eleven.”

Clementine stopped and looked at them, “We only captured seven people.”

BR

“This,” Rick looked at Jesus, “Is Richmond?”

“Yep.” Jesus walked up to the gate and knocked on it. As if practiced, a prosthetic leg fell and hit Jesus on the head.

The gate opened and a young woman in jeans and flannel hopped up to Jesus and picked up her leg, “You here to pick your kids up?”

Rick stared at her, noting she was younger than Carl was, but acted like someone his age, “Yeah…do I know you?”

The woman shrugged, holding her hand out, “Clementine.”

Rick shook her hand, “Rick, these are Daryl and Michonne.” He pointed to each of them.

Clementine nodded, as she led them in, “We’ve put Judith and Joel in a couple of classes. It’s actually refreshing, seeing another kid who knows how to deal with Walkers.”

Rick and Michonne shared a look, before looking ahead, he spotted Carl frowning at a pond.

“You okay, Patch?” Asked Clementine, getting Carl’s attention.

“Where’d you get the fish?”

Clementine looked down at the pond, “I…don’t know.”

A crashing sound produced a groan from Clementine, before she turned and walked away from them.

“Carl,” Said Rick, quietly, “what do you know about these people?”

“They seem good,” Answered Carl, matching Rick’s tone, “they could’ve killed us, but they didn’t and their cells are pretty spacious.”

“What about Judith?” Asked Michonne, glancing at Clementine’s retreating back.

“She’s gotten into a couple of fights, namely with some kid called AJ.” Responded Carl, “He said her hair should be short.”

Rick frowned, before looking around, “I’m going to call the others, try and figure what we’ll do next.”

“Is that a pig?” Asked Daryl, nodding towards a strange creature crawling around.

A man with a metal baseball bat, who’d been walking up to them, heard Daryl and followed his gaze. He grabbed the pick and frowned at it, pulling a radio from his belt, “We’ve got a partly devoured pig.”

“Shit.” Came a woman’s voice over the radio, “We’ll look for it.”

“I’m going to need someone to help me with the pig.” Continued the man, “I don’t think bashing its brains out in front of guests would give the best impression.”

“Patch, I mean Carl,” Came Clementine’s voice, “has a spare revolver. I’m sure he’d happily shoot the pig.”

BR

Clementine poked her head around a corner. She let out a two-tone whistle, before hurrying away. A crossbow bolt pierced the walker’s eye, as Clementine drove her knife through the temple of another. Clementine looked over at the people she was with, they’d come from a settlement called Alexandria, Daryl and Abraham were retrieving arrows and wiping walker guts and gunk off the weapons they brought with them.

“This area was supposed to walker free weeks ago.” Grumbled Clementine, kicking a Walkers corpse.

“Then why wasn’t it?” Asked Daryl, getting a sideways look from Clementine.

“The Delta’s been kicking up lately,” Said Sophie, returning with Gabe and Michonne, “they tried to ram a truck into Richmond’s gates. We were lucky they couldn’t get up the hill.”

Daryl frowned, before looking at Michonne.

“What’s all this going to be?” Asked Michonne, gesturing around them.

“Once we get the walls up, it’s going to be a residential area,” Responded Gabe, looking around for any stray walkers, “we’ve got new arrivals sleeping rough, and the sooner we get this cleared, the better.”

The group looked around, as Clementine pulled a sheet from her pocket, “Right,” She grabbed a walkie from her belt, “Javi, we’re,” she looked around, “by a salvage yard, about a mile from the latest clear sight. Mike and the others are gonna have to come down and set the walls up, we’re going to tackle the rest of the walkers once that’s done.”

“Right,” Said Javi, “Becca and her group have reported the same thing, we’re gonna send Bonnie, since her group’s free.”

Clementine held back her groan, “Fine, as long as she doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“She won’t.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

A low whistle drew their attention, making Clementine scowl at Negan. The man spun a bat in his hands, before gesturing to a walker, “Tell me he doesn’t look familiar.”

Clementine looked at the Walker, her stomach dropping, “Is, is that Bob Ross?”

“How the hell do you know who that is?” Asked Daryl, giving Clementine a sideways look.

“He was on TV when I was a kid.” Answered Clementine, a small smile forming, “He’s the reason my parent’s bedroom wall turned into a mural of pink paint.”

The Bob Ross Walker growled up at them.

“So,” Clementine looked around, “who wants to make a painting with his brains?”

“…That’s dark, Clem.” Said Gabe, after a moment.

BR

Clementine stretched, AJ had spent the night with his friends again, so she and Gabe had the entire night to themselves. She smiled when she felt Gabe’s arms wrap around her.

“Part of me want AJ to stay out a bit longer.” Murmured Gabe, getting a happy sigh from Clementine.

“Yeah,” She murmured, “but, he needs to wash and change.”

“Thank god for the solar panel, huh.” Smirked Gabe, pulling Clementine’s back to his chest.

“Yeah.” Clementine sighed, “Come on, we need to get dressed.”

Gabe was silent, before making a split-second decision, “Hey, Clem?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you marry me?”

[kickin-with-dixon]

Dreams Into Reality

Rick x Reader, Rosita, Maggie, Daryl 

Prompt 100: “So I had this really vivid dream….” 

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: NSFW 18+ , Language, Teasing 

PART 2 COMING TOMORROW! 

Masterlist | Tag Lists | Ask Me Anything | SPN Blog 

A gasp falls past your lips as you sit straight up in bed. The cool air sends chills over your body as it touches the layer of sweat that broke out in your sleep. “What the hell?” You pant, “What?” The confusion of what your dream consisted of fogged everything else in your brain. Good luck getting through today. 

You pull your shirt and jeans on, lace up your boots, and head downstairs. Rosita’s sitting at the bar finishing off the apple in her hand,” You okay?” She asks with a head tilt, “I heard you talking to yourself this morning. Did something happen?” 

Rounding the island in the middle of the kitchen, you shake your head, “I uh… no. I couldn’t find one of my boots is all.” Oh yeah , real convincing, you mentally kick yourself, glad your back is to her. 

She raises her brow, not quite buying it, but she doesn’t really care enough to press any further. “Oh, okay. whatever .”  

You look around the kitchen, “Hey, are there any of those apples left?”

“In the basket.” She says pointing towards the sink. 

“Thanks,” you grab one and head for the door. She raises her hand and mumbles something as she walks off in the other direction. The sun hits your skin as you step out onto the porch, and you sigh, grateful for a beautiful day after the rain you’ve had. 

Just as you take a bite of your apple, Rick comes strolling by. He smiles up to you waving, “Mornin’ Y/N.” You just about choke on the piece of apple at the sight, and have to fight the onslaught of images from your dream that are replaying. That damn smirk. He was so cocky in the dream. Holy hell. Today’s gonna be fun. You do your best to stifle the heat flooding to your cheeks and the one settling in your core, offering a simple wave back. 

As soon as he’s gone, you take a hesitant step off the porch and head over to your post at the lookout out front. It’s a quiet morning, not much activity. After about an hour, someone climbs up the ladder to the platform, “Hey! How’s it looking today?”, the familiar drawl of Rick’s voice triggering new thoughts. Echoes of the filthy things he’d said start floating around in your head. There’s an internal battle happening. You absolutely don’t want to make any sort of eye contact right now, but that’d be a dead giveaway, and he’d ask you what’s wrong. 

Finally, you look up to see Rick’s crystal blue eyes trained on you. Oh shit bad idea. Bad idea. “Uh.. pretty quiet. Only seen one walker.” 

“Good,” he smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder,”Let me know if that changes.” Your breath hitches as you think about the feel of his rough, calloused hands against your bare skin. 

Later in the afternoon, there’s a meeting about the upcoming run in the morning. Rick’s making it impossible to focus on any of it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he knows and is messing with you. He keeps stealing glances, and god the way he looks at you. As much as you try to fight it, you can’t help but to squirm under his gaze, a rosy tinge staining your cheeks. 

Maggie starts picking up on it, watching you more closely. “Alright so it’s settled,” the clap of Rick’s hands snapping you back to reality, “Daryl, Abraham, and Sasha will head in from the East, Y/N and I from the West.” Your eyes go so wide they probably look like they’re about to pop straight out of your head, and Maggie caught every bit of it. You’d been so out of it, you weren’t aware that was the arrangement being discussed. How the hell am I supposed to be trapped in a car with him for hours?!

 While you’re walking back to your house from the meeting, and hand grabs your arm, yanking you between two of the other homes on the block. “Maggie! What the hell!?” 

She leans in, “Yeah exactly, what the hell?!”

“Excuse me?” You say, trying to play innocent.

 Her eyes scan your face, and then land right on your eyes. They could damn sure see straight into your soul, “Oh I saw the way you were acting in there. Did something happen between you and Rick?” She’s not really angry about there potentially being something going on, but rather that you haven’t told her. She quickly became like a sister to you after you’d joined the group. You tell each other everything. 

You look to the ground, kicking a stray rock around by your feet, “Uh… not exactly.” 

She shakes her head, “What does that mean?” 

Your cheeks flush for the fifteenth time, “So I had this really vivid dream…” 

“Oh, honey.” 

“Yea…. and I mean like really vivid and now I can’t look at him or be near him without thinking about it.” You admit. 

She sighs, “Well I mean I guess that would explain why you were so weird about going with him. You’ve ridden with him before so I didn’t understand why that was such a big deal.” 

You look at her with pleading eyes, “Maggie, how the hell am I supposed to do this?” 

She just shrugs, “I don’t know. But it’s not like you can go tell him no. Not now. Not unless you wanna tell him why you can’t be around him.” She starts laughing, “Sorry I can’t ride with you, I think about you-”. 

“Shut up.” You punch her in the arm, and walk away, leaving her still giggling in the alley. 

The next morning you head to the front gate where cars were being stocked and weapons checked. You bite your lip as the reality of what’s to come sets in. Rick comes up behind you, brushing his hand along your back as he steps towards the car, “You ready?” 

“Huh? Oh uh yea.” You look around at pretty much anyone but him, “Good to go.”  Real smooth, Y/N.

He smiles at you, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, “Well alright then.” He raises his hand, moving it in a circular motion, “Let’s load up.” 

About fifteen minutes into the drive, Rick looks over at you, “Hey, you okay?” His voice conveys genuine concern, not just for the sake of his safety on the run, but for your well being. “You’ve been awful quiet since yesterday.” He rests his hand on your thigh, “Did somethin’ happen?” 

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. “Um, Not. not really. I just. I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking.” 

“Oh yea? Anything I can help with?” Oh god, he did not just ask that. “I mean. I know I’m not Maggie, but I can do my best.” 

You look out the window desperately trying to hide the ever growing redness appearing on your face. After a second of regaining your composure, you finally speak up. “Thanks, but I already talked to her about it. Not much to do honestly.” You can feel his eyes on you, “It was just a strange dream.” 

Rick’s a smart man. He’s picked up on all your little moments. Truth is, he just likes to watch you try to hide it. “Alright. I get that. Should the need arise, I’m here”, he says rubbing your thigh lightly. 

The rest of the ride spent in mutual silence, each of you stealing glances at the other. The time for squirming, and nerves has passed when you turn the corner about two miles out from the target. Game faces have to be on. There’s no room for anything else. 

No casualties, no shit for once, just a successful run. “Meet y’all back home?” Daryl asks as he shuts the hatch on the SUV. 

Rick looks around, “Nah, saw a couple little places that I wanna check out.” You can’t help but give him the wtf are you talking about look. There was nothing out there. “Go ahead back, we’ll be back soon.” Daryl nods in agreement. 

Once they’re gone you turn to Rick with a boldness you’ve lacked in the past 24 hours, “What the hell are you talking about? There’s nothing out here, Rick.” 

“Oh, I know.” He has a smug look on his face when he turns back toward you. “I wanna talk more about this dream you had.” Fuck. “It’s got you really messed up, huh?” 

“ I wouldn’t say-” 

He shakes his head, “Y/N, please. I’ve noticed a lot over the last 24 hours,” He steps towards you, “You won’t look me in the eye, hell, you avoid me if you can.” He grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger forcing you to look at him, “Oh and this is my favorite. That nice shade of pink in your cheeks.” His eyes scan over your face, “Tell me, Y/N, was I in your dream?” 

Damn cocky asshole. There’s no use in lying, he’ll see right through it. “Yes.” 

He smirks, running his free hand over the back of your head, “Mhmm. I could see it the minute I saw you in the meeting. You wouldn’t look if I was looking at you, but oh when you thought I looked away, those eyes were begging me to fuck you.” Your breath catches as he backs you up against the van, “Is that what you were dreaming about?” 

His strong arms trap you against the warm metal, suddenly making you feel small. “I…mmm.”  A small escapes your lips as his travel along your neck. 

The scratch of his beard causes a delightful shiver to run down your spine , “Use your words, babygirl.” 

“Y-yes.” 

He pulls back, head tilted, “Yes, what? I wanna hear you say it.” 

 “Yes. I dreamed of you” His brow raises, and he stares you down, not satisfied with your answer, “fucking me.” 

That damn smirk spreads across his face once more, “There it is.” He shifts his weight, and places his hands on either side of your head. “Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes,” Your voice barely above a whisper, “Please, Rick.” 

A low growl rips from his chest as his lips capture yours in a demanding kiss. There’s fire behind every movement. Has he been thinking about this too? As if he read your mind, he breaks the kiss, and spins you around so that your back is to him, “I’ve wanted this for so long. You don’t know how hard it’s been to watch you everyday not being able to do a damn thing about it.” Rough hands come up to cup your breasts as his lips and teeth drag over the sensitive skin of your neck. “God, it took everything in me not to take you right then in that meeting yesterday.” 

Gasps fall past your lips as his hips grind into yours, letting you feel just how bad he wants you. “Rick…” 

His finger runs over the soft flesh of your lips and he lets out a groan, “Oh sweetheart…” Breath fans over your ear, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sweeter sound than that.” His deft fingers make quick work of undoing your belt and jeans, “Get in the van.”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

PART 2 COMING TOMORROW! 

Masterlist | Tag Lists | Ask Me Anything | SPN Blog

Talk to me people! Let’s be friends! 

I love you all dearly! Til next time! 

[wonderfulworldofwinchester]

For my Walking Dead peeps

I have a Rick Grimes x Reader fic coming out later tonight on my TWD blog -> @kickin-with-dixon ! Let me know if you want to be tagged :)

I was given the prompt “So I had this really vivid dream...”

It’s gonna be a good one!

[abbyissharp]

Name: Rebecca

Nickname: Becca or Beba

Faceclaim: Pinkie Pie

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: September 29

Aesthetics: lots of soft pinks, unicorns, coffee in cute mugs, peonies and tulips, red hair, floral patterns

Favorite muse(s) you’ve written: Tink (I’ve been writing her since I was a kid basically), Abby, Maddy Blanchard (Glee OC back in the day)

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): She was going to be a character for a novel that I was writing at the time, and I wanted to try her out to see how I needed to catch her voice. Then I played Telltale’s The Walking Dead and she became a TWD OC. 

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: Her compassion and her ability to be there for the people she loves. 

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: The people I write with definitely. But also music or what I’m watching or strict boredom. 

Favourite types of threads: Believe it or not, I actually really love threads where the muses are hanging out, just talking, doing something mundane. But also...shippy stuff. 

Tagged by: @akasupergirl

Tagging: ummm do it if you wanna

[thewalkingdeadfanfiction]

Zach Dempsey Imagine

Hey guys I know this is my TWD blog but I watched 13 Reasons Why and that really made me want to write about it. But I just want to see how my imagine goes before I think further. So whoever wants to read it, can read it and the rest of you can just ignore this pist. Hopefully I will be back with TWD soon, writers block on TWD stuff sucks :/

Anyway, enjoy the Zach imagine ;) :) https://thirteenreasonswhyimagines.tumblr.com/ Here is my 13 Reasons Why blog :)

Liberty High. Home of the Tigers and therefore home of my boyfriend’s team.

Zachary Dempsey and I have been a couple for few month now and even after Hannah’s death and her tapes, nothing could tear us apart. I understood, why Zach did what he did and I sure as hell wasn’t thrilled about it but it happened and he feels sorry for what he did. Because he knows that it was part of Hannah’s suicide after all.

But she is dead and she’ll never come back and it’s horrible because no one should be treated like that: But Zach decided to get over it and go on with his life, just more careful about his actions now.

“So, you coming to the game tonight?”, Jessica walks by my side as we enter the school and I grin a little while I make my way over to my locker. “You bet I am. Wanna hear a secret? If he plays well tonight, Dempsey is getting a very personal reward.”, Jessica raises an eyebrow before she bursts out in laughing and walks to her locker with me. “You’re nasty, Kate. I don’t even wanna know what you’re doing with Zach.”, she laughs and I wipe some hair out of my face. “Yeah, because you and Justin always keep it personal, right?”, I laugh and together we walk over to the classroom where Zach is already waiting for me.

“Ugh, I’ll give you two a minute.”, Jess laughs before she enters and Zach wraps her arms around my waist to pull me closer. “Morning beautiful.”, he smiles and I can’t help it but blush a little before he presses his lips against mine.

This is the kind of kiss that I can feel in my bones and I almost freak out because we have to got to class right now.

“Dempsey you’re making me horny.”, I laugh as he kisses my neck. But the moment doesn’t last long because Mr. Porter lets out a cough and we enter the classroom with a huge grin on our faces.

“You guys are disgusting. Get a room or something.”, Justin laughs and I shake my head as I take my seat next to Zach. As usual he pulls me close so that I can lean against him, while his arms are wrapped around me.

“Young love. So pure and full of happiness. Tell me, Mr. Dempsey, what does it take to be in love?”, Mr. Porter asks and Zach shrugs his shoulders. “A good game and even better sex?”, he asks and Justin starts cheering before Mr. Porter shuts him down again and shakes his head in amusement. “Nice answer, but no. Ms. Hale, what do you think?”, he looks at me and I raise an eyebrow before I shrug my shoulders.

“I agree with Zach. I mean you need to have a game to get the girl’s attention. And not being a dick would help.”, I sigh and Mr. Porter nods. “That’s better yes.”, he smiles and I grin a little while Zach tightens his grip around me. “This is what today’s assignment is about. Love.”, he hands out papers and we all take one before we start reading.

After school Zach and I go out for lunch at Monet’s to work on Porter’s assignment. “So, how was your test in biology?”, I look over to him and he grins a little before he pulls out an A+ from his bag. “Yeah, I kind of expected that.”, a laugh comes out of my mouth and as I see Zach sitting there, so proud, I fall in love with him even more.“I love you, you know that?”, he smiles and I blush a little before I take his hand. “Yeah, you’re not bad either.”, I laugh and he leans over the table to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Focus, Dempsey.”, I laugh before we finally get to work on that assignment.

Later that day, Zach had to leave for the game early, I am standing in my room, trying to find something to wear.Suddenly my phone buzzes and I get a message from Montgomery. Weird.

He never texts me besides asking if I’ve seen Zach. Curious I open the message and frown immediately as I can see the picture he wanted to show me. Zach and some red haired girl in a cheerleader uniform. Close and laughing. From the look of her and the hair I can only assume it must be Becca Nelson, one of Jessica’s cheerleader friends.

“Looks like Dempsey’s reasons to stay longer after practice look like this. I’m sorry Y/N”

Reading this and seeing the picture makes me fall to my knees and I feel like I can’t stand, let alone breath. Is this true? Is Zach always staying in longer because of Becca? And were his words and promises just lies to hook up with me whenever he wanted to? Tears stream down my face as I pull of the shirt and shorts I wanted to wear to the game tonight.

Instead, I take my make up off and crawl into bed while starring at the wall.After a few minutes the tears start to stream down again and it doesn’t take me long before I cry myself into sleep.

Woken up by the continued vibration of my phone I sit up and turn on the little light next to my bed before I grab for my phone. As expected I can see at least 10 messages from Zach and a few more from Justin, Montgomery and Jessica. Just as I am about to put the phone away and go back to sleep my phone goes off again, this time with an incoming call from Zach. Even though I really don’t want to accept the call my finger hits the green button and I press the phone against my ear, not saying anything.

“Y/N? Thank god, were are you? I’ve been worried sick since I haven’t seen you at the game. Is something wrong? Did something happen? Were are you right now? Y/N?”, he starts talking and I can feel my heart getting heavy just by the sound of his voice. “Y/N talk to me. What is going on? I am worried.”, he sighs and I sit up while wiping my hair out of my face. “Really, Zach? You’re worried? Didn’t look like it when you were hitting on Becca.”, I say with a sour voice and I can almost hear Zach raising an eyebrow on the other side of the phone. “What are you talking about? Becca? What would I do with Becca? You doesn’t even make sense right now.”, he says and I shake my head in anger. “Pictures don’t lie, Dempsey. What was it, that attracted you on me? Was it the sex? Or my stupid attempt to help you in communication class?”, I whisper, afraid of what the answer might be. “What the fuck, Y/N? What picture? I love you, I thought you know that.”, his voice is as desperate as mine and I can’t handle hearing his voice anymore. “You know what Zach? Screw it.”, I say before I hang up and turn the phone off. And for the second time tonight I cry myself to sleep.

The next morning I look like hell and just as I sat down to fix whatever is to fix on my face, my door is pushed open and Jessica enters. “Okay, what happened? Zach said something about a break up? What the fuck, you guys were so in love.”, she asks before she sits down on my bed and looks at me. As I turn around I grab my phone and show her the photo, Montgomery send me last night. Jessica looks at it and raises an eyebrow before she hands it back to me. “I have no idea what this is. Really. I don’t even understand it. What is he doing with Becca?”, she shakes her head before she gets up and walks over to me. “You should talk to him in person. There’s probably more to the story than you think. It was Montgomery who send it after all.”, she sighs and I nod before she helps me getting ready for school.As she drives I look out of the window and think about what she just said.

Somehow she is right, it WAS Montgomery who send the picture and Montgomery isn’t really someone you should believe everything.Minutes later we reach the school and I grab my bag to get out of the car and walk straight in. I pass the guys and smile a little, thank god Zach is nowhere to be seen.

Just as I reach my locker I can feel a presence behind me and sigh before I turn around. Zach is standing there, looking almost as miserable as I do.“What?”, I ask with a shaky voice and he grabs my wrist before he pulls me with him until we reach an empty classroom.I don’t even have time to hesitate because he’s pulling me with him so fast.

“Look, Montgomery showed me the picture he send me. Do you really not trust me at all?”, he asks after he closed the door and I gasp in surprise. “Are you kidding me? YOU hit on another girl and suddenly I am the problem?”, I throw my bag on one of the tables and cross my arms in front of my body. “That is not what I’m saying and this is definitely NOT what was happening. Becca asked me about an advice to ask one of the boys from the team out. I laughed only because this guy was talking about her constantly. Montgomery just hit the camera at the right moment to make a story up.”, he sighs and I lower my attitude before biting my lip. “You just gave her an advice?”, I ask carefully and Zach nods before he lays his bag next to mine and steps closer. “Of course. Y/N, I love you. Babe, you’re the only girl for me. Ever. I could NEVER cheat on you.”, he sighs and I step a bit closer too, so he can grab me and pull me close into his arms. “I’m sorry, Zach. I should have never believed Monty. And I love you too.”, I whisper before he grabs my face between his hands to give me a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly escalates into a hot make out session and he carefully grabs me before placing me on one of the tables. “God I missed you last night.”, he gasps between kisses and I start unbuttoning his shirt when suddenly the classroom door is pushed open and Mr. Porter and the principal enter the room. “Holy..”, is the only thing Zach can get out before he lets go of me and we both look at them in embarrassment. “When I was talking about love for the assignment I surely didn’t mean that. I’ll see the two of you in detention.”, Mr. Porter shakes his head and we can’t help it but smirk before we grab out stuff and walk out of the room. “Totally worth it.”

[midweastindigo]

RULES: you must answer 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: my brother who NEVER ANSWERS 3. Text: paige 4. Song you listened to: start over by imagine dragons 5. Time you cried: sunday 6. Dated someone twice: never dated anyone once 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: never been kissed 8. Been cheated on: lol 9. Lost someone special: yeah 10. Been depressed: severly Gotten drunk and thrown up: haven’t thrown up yet

LIST 3 FAV COLOURS (12-14): periwinkle, sea foam green, lilac

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: no 16. Fallen out of love: no 17. Laughed until you cried: once 18. Found out someone was talking about you: no 19. Met someone who changed you: yeah 20. Found out who your friends are: i have none lol

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: ew no

GENERAL 22. How many of your fb friends do you know irl: all 23. Do you have any pets: two cats in nj, two dogs in pa 

24. Do you want to change your name: sometimes i wish it was spelled differently

25. What did you do for your last bday: got disappointed 26. Time you woke up: 7:30am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching fdtd 28. Name something you can’t wait for: imagine dragons concert 29. Last time u saw ur mom: sunday 30. Last time u saw ur best friend: uh 31. What were u listening to rn: i was watching netflix 32. Have u ever talked to a person named tom: yeah

33. Something that is getting on ur nerves: being sad

34. Most visited website: youtube

35- 37: three fav albums!! handwritten (the gaslight anthem), strange trails (lord huron), vessel (twenty one pilots)

38: Hair colour: brown 39: Long or short hair: short 40. Do u have a crush on someone: no lol 41. What do u like about ur self: my eyes  42. Piercings: they all closed up 43. Blood type: who in real life actually knows their bloodtype 44. Nickname: becca, bec 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: capricorn 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Fav tv show: sense8, twd, fdtd, stranger things 49. Tattoos: one for now; working on the next 50. Right or left handed: right 51. Surgery: wisdom teeth 52. piercing: ? 53. Sport: HA 54. Hobby: reading, painting, drawing, writing, loom-knitting 55. Vacation: virginia in august

56. Instrument: im not musically-inclined

MORE GENERAL 57. Eating rn: nothing bc my stomach is shit 58. Drinking rn: water 59. I’m about to: go to sleep 60. I just: want to feel better 61. Waiting for: stranger things s2 62. Want to: sleep 63. Get married: maybe? 64. Career: author

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: tall 68. Older or younger: older 69. i give up man: what does this mean 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: ???? 71. (yall come up with it u got this << fine i’m making my own) clouds or stars? stars 72. Hook up or relationship: neither  73. Troublemaker or hesitant: what

HAVE YOU EVER 74. Kissed a stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: too much 76. Lost glasses/contacts: all the time  77. Turned someone down: yeah 78. Sex on the first date: HA

79. Broken someone’s heart: doubtful 80. Had ur heart broken: yeah 81. Been arrested: heck no 82. Cried when someone died: too often 83. Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 84. Yourself: no 85. Miracles: sometimes 86. Love at first sight: no 87. Santa Claus: obviously 88. Kiss on the first date: sure? 89. Angels: only one

OTHER 90. Current bf’s name: lol 91. Eye Colour: hazel 92. Fav movie: Tangled, Jurassic Park

tagging: @mark-brendanaquitz @planetaryleia cause they they tru homies 

[tcxasred-blog]

hello!!  would you  please like / reblog this if you’re interested in writing with an canon divergent / original character muse twd blog for BECCA FORD / ABRAHAM’S DAUGHTER. I’m currently working on a theme && promo, so these just seem a little big easier for now :)! 

[bellarkespread-blog]

The 100 Prediction Game: Hiatus Week

We’re almost halfway through, guys! What are your predictions for the rest of the season?

Tagged by @parapluiepliant and @eskimo-whispers. Thanks for the tag, guys! This seems like a fun thing to do :) so let’s begin!

Date: 11/03/2017

Romance:

1. Bellarke kiss (How it happens is irrelevant): I’m less sure than I was at the beginning of the season, but I’m going to stay hopeful and say yes!

2. Octavia love interest (Y/N and Name): Yes. It’s very obvious that they’re setting up Ilian as her new love interest.

3. Raven love interest (Y/N and Name): Not sure about this one. Lindsey teased that there would be someone, but the only one I can think of is Jackson (maybe they’ll bond while working on the island). She had a nice moment with Murphy in 4x04, but *see #7*

4. Kabby get married/proposal in some form: I don’t see a marriage or proposal happening, but I do see them promising to each other that they’ll get through this to have a life they’ve always wanted together after this is all over.

5. Monty/Harper will stay together for the season: Yes

6. Miller/Bryan will stay together for the season: No. As much as I hate it, I have to say that the end of 4x02 hinted their breakup, and I’m pretty sure something will be going on between Bryan and Riley. Since the actor playing Bryan can only be in so many episodes this season, this is how they’ll make his character exit the show, and I’m glad that it’s not by killing him off, at least.

7. John/Emori will stay together for the season: Yes, they really seem to love each other, even though I’m pretty sure Emori isn’t being 100% honest with John (but we might find out more about it later).

8. Other: Write down other romance related plots you predict will happen.

Deaths:

1. Kane dies: No

2. Abby dies: No (even though 4x05 scared me a bit, I think they will find a solution to what’s happening with her)

3. Echo dies: Sadly, I don’t think so.

4. Jasper dies: Everything is pointing to him dying. I hate this, but, yes 😭😭😭

5. Jaha dies: I was 90% sure he’s dying this season (sacrificing himself for his people, something he wanted to do back in S1, but never got to), but now I’m like at 70%. He’s already redeeming himself and he might just stay around for longer

6. Luna dies: I’ve been thinking about this and I have to say yes. It will probably be a tragic consequence of Abbykru trying to use nightblood as the solution to save everyone. Plus the fact that she’s the last nightblood puts her in more danger plot-wise, imho

7. Indra dies: No

8. Bryan dies: No. Like I said before, I think they’ll write him off by breaking him up with Miller

9. Other: Write down names who haven’t been mentioned in 1-8.

Octavia: I have worries about her surviving this season, just because she’s already ‘died’ once and everyone was relieved when it was revealed that she’s alive. TV writers like to play with viewers like that (*cough* TWD *cough*) and make you think that the character is safe now when they actually aren’t. So, leaving this here as a possibility.

Plot:

1. Roan keeps his power over the grounders: No

2. Luna becomes the new commander: No

3. The Nightblood solution will work: Yes, but maybe not in the way they expect (does it always go as expected, anyway?)

3. They will either: End up in space or stay on the ground (bonus points if you predict a possible solution)

I have to admit I’ve seen some spoilers about the finale, but since we can’t be sure that whatever the spoilers say is really what’s going to happen (I think there might be a different ending), I’m still going to take a shot at trying to predict what their solution will be.

Even though I think that space is an absurd option, after 4x05, it really looks like they might consider it at some point (even though that rocket is a two-seater; will there be more?), so I guess we’ll just have to deal with that. It was mentioned that there were criminals who were sent on a mining mission to an asteroid, and that they were the first who were injected with nightblood. Hypersleep was also mentioned. So I think that whoever is going to space might land on that asteroid and encounter their descendants (otherwise why bring it up?), which might be part of the S5 storyline. Everyone else will probably be put into hypersleep on one of the levels in Becca’s lab, but there will be a limited amount of 'life boats’, so, just like with Alpha Station, they will have to decide who gets a spot and who doesn’t.

Otherwise it will be just a select few who make it out alive, and I refuse to think about it.

4. Are we going to see any historical landmarks? (bonus for guessing which ones): Probably the collapsed Statue of Liberty that we’ve been seeing in the opening credits!

5. Gaia will find another Nightblood for the Flame: No, but she might learn about Luna and try to pressure her into taking the flame

6. Who will participate in the 4x09 battle (who’s fighting who): wait, so we know that the fight is happening in 4x09? Octavia and Roan are the only ones I can recognise from the trailer. Echo will probably be there too. I don’t really have any predictions on this, sorry.

7. Will Octavia stay an assassin (for how long?): No, I think almost dying will make her reassess her life choices

8. The Sky People and Azgeda stay allies: No, I don’t think Azgeda as a nation will ever fully accept Skaikru as their allies. But Roan will definitely work with them and stay on their side (maybe even causing many of his people to turn against him)

9. The Blake siblings will make up: Yes

10. Raven and Abby will get worse/better: I think they will get worse before they get better. I don’t see either of them dying

11. Other: Write down a plot scenario not mentioned which you think will happen.

Plot - Bellarke:

1. Will Bellarke share another hug? Yes (it will be unrealistic if they don’t! Come on, they’re constantly in life-and-death situations)

2. Will Bellamy say “I need you” in some form to Clarke? I feel like he already said it in 4x03 (“If I’m on that list, you’re on that list (because I refuse to live without you and I need you in my life)”)

3. Roan will use Bellamy against Clarke again: No

4. Someone will make a comment about their relationship/how much they mean to the other: Yes (please let it be Sassy Roan!)

5. Will either/both admit their feelings to the other: Bellamy will admit his feelings to Clarke, but only if she does first. And I feel like Clarke will be scared to do that, because everyone she’s ever loved died (but since they all might die anyway, I can see her taking this chance). We’ll see. Not 100% sure on this.

6. Bellarke sex: No, haha. That would be too rushed, imho 😉

7. Other: Write down a Bellarke scenario not mentioned which you think will happen.

Hope you enjoyed reading my answers! 😊 tagging everyone who’s reading this and who wants to do this!

[kickin-with-dixon]

I got a Daryl x Reader fic coming your way that I really think you’re gonna love! I know I am loving writing it! 

Prompt: “You’re not hurting me. You’re not heavy. I’ve got you. love” 

want to be tagged? Shoot me an ask or add yourself to the Google Doc :) 

Masterlist  Tag Lists  Ask Me Anything 

Also, how do y’all feel about Norman fics? Should I start doing those as well? Let me know :) 

My current To Do List:

- Daryl x Reader - # 3 “You’re not hurting me. You’re not heavy. I’ve got you, Love.” 

- Daryl x Reader #9 “You really thought I was dead?” 

- Rick x Reader #100 “So I had this really vivid dream…” (Pt 2)

- Dad!Daryl x Reader (Request)

- Negan x Reader (Platonic) - Caught stealing from the Saviors.(Request)

Tag Lists :

Daryl: 

@jodiereedus22​ , @queenlouisa2001​ , @milariskanavasi​ ,@zzeacat , @rhyatt-deauxtreve​ , @anmactireaonair​ ,

[kickin-with-dixon]

Mouthing Off

Daryl x Reader 

Prompts List 5 #95 “Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” 

Requested by @twdeadfanfic​

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Language like seriously LANGUAGE, fighting, mentions of typical TWD violence, anger, sadness 

A/N: Excited to be back! I haven’t written for TWD in like literally forever! Please please feel free to reach out and obsess over all things TWD and SPN with me. REQUESTS are currently CLOSED.  They will open back up after I get a couple more fics posted :) 

Masterlist  |  Tag Lists  |  Ask Me Anything  |  What’s Coming? 

The beat of your feet echoes off the trees as they will you closer to the man responsible for all this, “RICK!” His bloody bandaged hand rises beside his head, waving you off. He can’t even be bothered to turn around and look at you, or say anything. Your blood boils red hot under skin covered in blood, sweat, and tears. “RICK!” 

Finally, he speaks up, “Not here.” 

Not here, my ass. One last push, and your legs allow you to catch him, your hand harshly yanking at his arm forcing his body to turn towards yours, “NO! Right here. Right now!”  

Rick shakes his head sending beads of sweat to his shoulders and the ground around him, “Y/N, don’t do this. Don’t-” 

“Don’t what?” Your finger pushes harder into his chest as you step closer and get up in his face, “Don’t call you on your bullshit? Don’t let everyone know that all of this could have been avoided?” 

Michonne steps forward and lays a hand on your shoulder, “Y/N-” 

Your arm flies back, shaking her hand off with ease, “Get your hands off of me.” Rick holds his hand up to her, nodding to let her know to back off. “Go ahead, Rick. Why don’t you fill everyone in on what really happened.” Stepping back and gesturing to the rest of the group, “tell ‘em why we’re really out here, huh.” 

His blue eyes looked around the group, and briefly to the ground. “What I did is what had to be done, Y/N. We had to come for them before they ca-” 

Your hands connect roughly with his chest in a swift shove, “Stop with the bureaucratic bullshit Rick! This was all your ego. You had to make sure that you pissed on everyone else and assert your dominance. They were never coming for us .” 

Rick’s nostrils flared as his lip curled, “I don’t have to explain it again. I don’t have to justify my actions any further. It’s my job to keep this group safe!” 

Fury flashed behind your Y/E/C eyes, “Keep this group safe?!? Are you fucking kidding me, right now?!” Before you know it your fist collides squarely with his jaw, knocking him back a step. “Take a look around, asshole. Do these people look safe?” Your fist connects again, this time in his abdomen, “How about the people we lost? Are they safe? Oh, no, they were just collateral damage, right?” 

Michonne yanks you back, “Enough!” 

Still fuming, you begin to pace, and what starts as a faint chuckle grows into an actual laugh. Rick raises his hand to wipe the crimson leaking from his lip, “You know, you got a lot of nerve attacking me for what I did. I mean, Ya know after everything that happened to your little group.” 

“You dick!” You charge past Michonne, headed straight for him, “Are you fucking kidding me, you arogant bastard! You don’t get to ever say shit about them! You don’t know shit about any of it! Get you head out of your ass long enough to realize that.” 

Glenn and Michonne try to grab you, “Y/N, Y/N enough!” 

“Get the hell off of me!” You snarl yanking your body free of their grasps. “Can’t you see what a self centered, PSYCHOTIC, fucker he really is, or all of you really just that fucking blind?” 

Just as the words leave your mouth, Daryl appears from the words, rejoining the group after trailing off for a while. His features contort as he takes in the scene before him. What the hell? “Y/N, com’ on”, he gestures with his hand to walk away. All that you offer is a cold glare, and return your eyes to Rick, “Dammit, Y/N, com’ on. You said your peace, now let’s go.” 

“ I ain’t giving up that fucking easy. I’m not gonna just roll over and obey every fucking command out of this asshole’s mouth without a goddamn good reason!” Suddenly, someone grabs you, throwing you over their shoulder. “Dammit Daryl, put me the hell down!” 

“I got her,” he says to the group, “Meet y’all back at home.” Rick nods, throwing his hand up in a circular motion, rounding everyone back up and on their way. 

Your fists slam down against Daryl’s back, doing little against the solid muscle, “Jesus Christ, put me down.” You keep squirming, kicking and hitting making him know that he’s gonna damn sure be sore if he was gonna keep this shit up.  ‘Daryl, I swear to God. Put me the fuck down right now! 

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”  He grunts, and keeps walking off deeper into the woods. 

“Fuck you!” You punctuate your statement with a hard jab of your elbow to his back. 

His gruff breathing, the swishing of the leaves, and the occasional snap of a twig floods your senses. You’d never admit it, but you’re losing some steam. The fight earlier took a lot out of you, and this tantrum wasn’t helping anything. “Bout time ya settled down,” he says. To which you roll your eyes, and grunt back. Maybe he needs to hear it in his own language. 

Finally, the sound of a running creek falls on your ears, the movement of water offering a slight cool down in the air. He sets you down by the water, and immediately you back up, shoulders squared, “Alright fine, you got me here. Now what?” 

He shrugs. “Do what you gotta. But ya better damn sure get it out here . That shit,” he points back to the road where you had been earlier, “that ain’t gonna fly. Ya need to stop that.” 

Your arms cross against your chest, “You can’t seriously agree with that asshole!” 

“It ain’t about whether I agree with him. We don’t know that they wouldn’t have come for-“ 

“Exactly! We didn’t know.  I thought you of all people would understand that.” You begin to pace. “We lost people. Good people, for something that wasn’t even a threat.” The anger has begun to bleed into grief. “I..dammit…” you turn your back, not wanting the tears falling down your cheeks to be seen. “I… I can’t lose anybody else.” 

“Y/N…” Daryl’s voice was softer now. His footsteps light and slow as he approached. “Y/N…” HIs hand reaches out to your shoulder causing a sob that you’re fighting so hard to keep in to escape your lips. It’s all over then, the floodgates swing wide open. Every repressed emotion, every memory like a tidal wave crashing into you. You feel arms around your waist, catching you as your knees give way. “I gotcha. I gotcha.” 

His body sinks to the ground with yours, holding you tightly as you shake with the weight of everything. You stay like that for what seems like an eternity. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there, your back resting against his chest until you’re ready. Your voice was barely a whisper, “..I’m sorry…” 

His chest rumbles against your back as he speaks, “What?” 

“I’m sorry…” You raise your head, and wipe your face, “ I shouldn-“ 

“Hey. Stop that.” His breath fans against your neck, “What ya went through…. It’s terrible. Ya lost a lot of people. Ya seen things no one should have to see, but that don’t mean that everythin’ around ya is gonna fall apart. It don’t mean that everythin’’ is gonna break you.” Sobs rip from your throat as he continues to speak. “Ya got a choice to make, Y/N. Ya can let it keep eatin ya until there’s nothin’ left,” 

“Or?” You sniffle.

 “Or ya can remember ‘em. Ya remember why ya fight. Ya honor ‘em by living.” He releases a ragged breath, and you can tell he was on the verge of letting his own tears fall, “I was angry for a long time. I damn near got myself killed. Hell, I wanted to die. I picked fights, did stupid shit, but then I realized I have a lot left to fight for. Even though I don’t understand why, I got a lot of people left who care about me. So do you.” He rests his head on your shoulder, “You ain’t alone. S’bout time ya stop actin’ like ya are.” 

Your fingers lightly trace a mindless on the back of his hand, “How…?” 

He stands up, and offers his hand, “For starters, don’t start shit in the middle of the road in front of everybody.” You take his hand, and wipe a final tear from your cheek as you get to your feet. “Not everyone’s against ya, ya hear me.” 

Nodding your head in agreement, you square your shoulders again to regain composure. “Thank you, Daryl.” 

He offers a nod in return, “yea.” His hand reaches for yours, and starts back toward the road, “Now com’ on, let’s get back before it gets dark. Ya gotta make it right.” 

“I know.” 

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I love y’all so so much!!! Til next time <3 

Tag lists: 

If you’re in bold, tumblr won’t let me tag you :) 

Daryl Dixon

@jodiereedus22​ , @queenlouisa2001​ , @milariskanavasi ,@zzeacat , @rhyatt-deauxtreve​

[kickin-with-dixon]

Fic Preview

Dude I am so excited about this Rick x Reader fic I have coming your way!!!!!  Here is a tiny little snippet: 

His strong arms trap you against the warm metal, suddenly making you feel small. “I…mmm.”  A small escapes your lips as his travel along your neck. 

The scratch of his beard causing a delightful shiver, “Use your words, babygirl.”

I wish I could give you more, but it would give too much away :) 

If you want to be tagged, send me an ask or add yourself to my tag list! 

Masterlist  |  Ask Me Anything  |  Tag Lists  | What’s Coming? 

[the-delta-42]

Friends

[First] [Previous] [Next]

Friends

Sarah nervously glanced between Clementine and Becca. The three of them were serving their detention, which they’d learned would be until the end of term, along with another student called Gill.

“I’m just saying, heavy objects should go on the bottom.” Said Clementine, shoving a massive brick of something with her feet.

“What do you know about stacking?” Demanded Becca, her voice still slightly stuffy.

“I visited a dairy once.”

“Ooh, a dairy,” Becca sarcastically waved her hands, “what’d they do? Show you how they inbreed with each other?”

Clementine, Sarah and Gill stared at her.

“You, you do know what that means, right?” Asked Gill, as Clementine opted to glare at Becca.

“Only a…” Becca suddenly froze, noticing Clementine’s glare, “…idiot wouldn’t know what that means.”

“I don’t understand the appeal of having sex with your family,” Said Sarah, frowning, “I didn’t understand it with Game of Thrones, and I don’t understand it now.”

Clementine let out a snicker, before looking at the object she’d been pushing, “Why does the school have a salt lick?”

“They have horses.” Said Gill, trying to pick one up, “God, these are heavy.”

“They’re supposed to be.” Grunted Clementine, kicking the salt lick, “I saw a guy get his head caved in with one of these.”

“Jesus.” Muttered Gill, as Clementine kicked the salt lick again and slipped.

Clementine let out a short scream, before catching herself. There was a crack and the ring finger of Clementine’s left hand bent backwards. Becca gagged and ran off to throw up, while Gill and Sarah stared at it with a mixture of shock and morbid fascination. Clementine stared at her hand, before pulling the finger off and shoving it in her pocket.

“Maybe we should carry them.” Said Clementine, crouching down and heaving the block into her arms.

Becca got back and froze as Clementine carried the salt lick towards the school’s barn. Sarah chose to follow Clementine’s original method and shove the block with her feet, while Gill tried to pick the salt lick up. Becca looked around, before her gaze fell on a trolly. Without a word, she hit Gill’s shoulder and pointed at the trolly.

Gill looked over at Sarah and Clementine, the latter had already reached the barn and the former was making steady progress with her block. He then turned to Becca and helped her load their salt licks onto the trolly and calmly walked towards the barn.

“Is this it?” Asked Becca, as she and Gill joined Clementine and Sarah, “Seems pretty easy to me.”

“Nothing’s this easy.” Said Clementine, frowning, “Where’d you get that?”

Becca and Gill looked down at the trolly.

“Found it.”

Clementine glared at Becca, before turning to look at the doors.

“I suppose we’re supposed to wait for someone to unlock the door.” Muttered Clementine, shifting the salt lick in her arms.

“How are you able to hold that?” Asked Sarah, looking at Clementine’s arms.

“One of my previous fosters had me hold a car engine.”

Sarah frowned, as Gill leaned against the trolly.

Becca sucked air in through her teeth, “So, what do you guys do for fun?”

The other three turned and looked at her, Clementine raised her eyebrows, “What?”

“N-nothing, I just thought I make conversation.” Muttered Becca, becoming interested in her shoes.

“I build models.” Said Gill, getting a jump from Becca, “I usually build cars and stuff.”

“I like to read books.” Mumbled Sarah, fidgeting with her glasses, “I, um, also like drawing.”

Gill looked at Clementine, who looked vaguely annoyed, “What about you, Clem?”

Clementine glanced at him, “I’m not allowed to talk about my hobbies.”

“Why, cause they’re boring?” Snarked Becca, folding her arms.

Clementine was silent, before sighing through her nose, “I listen to music.”

“That’s it?”

“Am I being interrogated?”

“Yes.”

Clementine closed her eyes and leaned back against the door, “I shoot.”

The other three stared at her, before Gill leaned towards her, “Like what?”

“Guns, a bow, some other things.”

“Do you have a gun?”

“Used to.”

“What happened to it?”

“I dropped it.”

“Where?”

“In front of a homeless guy.” Clementine opened her eyes and glared at Gill.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Demanded a gruff voice.

The group of four turned and looked at the source of the voice. A scruffy looking man in a sleeveless shirt stood in front of them, he looked like some strange survival expert. He had a crossbow in his arms, Clementine frowned and leaned closer.

“Daryl?”

The man frowned, before looking at Clementine, “Aw, shit.”

Clementine leaned back against the door, “What are you doing here?”

“I work here, why are you here?” Retorted Daryl, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder.

“Detention.”

Daryl looked at the other three students, before groaning, “Please tell me you didn’t come out here alone.”

The four children stared at him, getting a curse from Daryl, “There’re wild animals around these parts, I’ve had to chase a few coyotes away from here.”

“They’re gone now, right?” Asked Gill, nervously glancing around them.

“Obviously, I wouldn’t be here is they weren’t.” Grumbled Daryl, stepping past the small group, “What’re you doing with those salt licks?”

The small group glanced between each other, “We’re supposed to bring them here, aren’t we?” Asked Clementine, getting a snort from Daryl.

“Nope.”

Daryl unlocked the barn and led them inside, six horses were quietly eating their food, ignoring the new arrivals.

“If you’re here, then Mr ‘I’m the big man in charge’ wants you to clean out the pens.” Said Daryl, grabbing some shovels and handing them to them.

“You mean to tell me; I didn’t need to lug this around with me?!” Demanded Clementine, dropping the salt lick to the floor.

“Yep.”

F

“Okay, I love horses,” Said Becca, “but this is the worst!”

Clementine bit her tongue, shovelling a pile a manure into a wheelbarrow. Without thinking, she stopped and rolled her sleeves us, revealing a smattering of scars. Including one long, jagged scar that looked like a chunk of her arm had been torn out.

“What the fuck?”

Clementine looked at Becca, Sarah and Gill stopping and staring at Clementine’s forearms as well.

“What?”

“What the fuck happened to your arm?!” Demanded Becca, making Clementine look down.

“Animals.”

“What animal does that?” Exclaimed Becca, pointing at the large scar on Clementine’s arm.

“Are you seriously asking me this, while we’re all standing in shit?” Demanded Clementine, grabbing her shovel from where she left it.

Becca, upon seeing Gill frantically wave his hand in front of his throat, dropped the subject. They all resumed shovelling the manure. Clementine grunted slightly as her shovel caught on the floor of the barn. The wood splintered, making Clementine slip and land in a heap of manure.

Almost immediately, Becca and Gill started laughing and Clementine threw manure at them. Within seconds, the four were throwing manure and hay at each other, until a stray handful of dung hit Daryl square in the chest.

Daryl looked down at the muck covering his chest, “I think that’s enough for today, call your parents so you can get clean clothes.”

The four all looked at each other, before hurrying out of the barn.

“I thought he was going to go apeshit.” Gasped Gill, as Clementine wiped her hands on her jeans.

“Did you mean to make a pun?” Asked Clementine, Sarah snickering quietly as she wiped manure off her glasses.

“How do you know Mr Dixon?” Asked Becca, looking at Clementine.

“I got lost for a little bit,” Said Clementine, “Daryl found me and, after giving me a brief and unsuccessful lesson on how to defend myself, took care of me.”

“Was he the one who gave you that nasty scar?” Asked Sarah, glancing at Clementine.

“No, I got that from a dog called Sam,” Answered Clementine, “he literally tore my arm apart, so I was forced to kill him.”

“It must’ve hurt.” Remarked Becca, getting a wince from Clementine.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t advise stitching your own arm up.” Muttered Clementine, absently rubbing her arm.

“Does anyone have a phone on them?” Asked Gill, scratching the back of his head, “I kinda left mine at home.”

“I don’t have one.” Said Clementine.

“Shel took mine.”

“I think it’s in my bag.” Said Sarah, as they reached the school, “Our gym clothes should be in our lockers.”

Clementine groaned.

“What is it?” Asked Gill, looking in Clementine’s direction.

“I don’t have gym clothes.”

“We’ll take from lost property.” Said Becca, as they climbed the steps, “I just hope the showers are open.”

“They should be.” Mumbled Gill, flicking some dung off his hand.

Clementine ignored Sarah and Becca’s shrieks as the water hit them. She rolled her shoulders, wincing as her left shoulder twinged in pain. She absently brushed her fingers over the bullet scar. Becca whistled and slid a small body wash bottle under the cubical wall.

“Here, since you probably don’t have any.”

“Thanks.”

A few minutes later, the three girls were waiting for Gill.

“What’s taking him so long?” Grumbled Clementine, absently rubbing her arms.

They’d taken a plain t-shirt and shorts for Clementine, she had to place her hat with the rest of her dirty clothes.

“Do you think he’s, you know,” Smirked Becca, “‘relieving tension’?”

Clementine and Sarah pulled a face, “That’s not a mental image I wanted.” Grumbled Clementine, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“No, I was getting shit out of my hair.” Said Gill, appearing behind them.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Gasped Becca, as Clementine stiffened and relaxed.

“You were really quiet.” Said Sarah, gnawing at her nails.

“Okay.” Gill raised an eyebrow, “I think we’re just free to go, see you tomorrow.”

Clementine waved at him, before she and the other two girls went their separate ways.

F

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at Clementine, “Alright, surprise me.”

“We were cleaning the school’s stables and we, kinda, got into a fight.” Winced Clementine, nervously grabbing her arm, “Not a punching fight, more a throwing shit at each other fight.”

Rebecca raised her other eyebrow, as Clementine nervously fidgeted, “You were ‘throwing shit’ at each other, why exactly?”

“I, er, might’ve slipped in it and then threw some at Gill and Becca.” Mumbled Clementine, scratching the back of her head.

Rebecca sighed, “I’m assuming you washed at the school?”

Clementine nodded, “Yeah, Sarah got involved too.”

“Well, I hope you had fun, Clem,” Said Rebecca, rubbing Clementine’s shoulder, “I think it’s good you’re making friends.”

“Friend.” Corrected Clementine, “Becca and Gill are just acquaintances.”

“Sure.” Smirked Rebecca, walking over to the cot in the corner, “Acquaintances.”

F

Clementine winced as a horse kicked Daryl in the chest, she didn’t understand how Daryl could wear sleeveless shirts in the middle of winter. Sarah sniffed, prompting Becca to hand her a tissue. An almost inaudible sneeze made Clementine sigh.

The riding club had just left the horses tied up outside the barn, leaving seven cold, hungry horses waiting for Daryl and his four new helpers. Becca and Gill were now considered friends by Clementine and Sarah, Becca ceasing her bullying of Sarah and Gill hanging out with them in his spare time.

“Right,” Said Daryl, rubbing his chest and guiding the horse back into the barn, “I should be able to handle things from here, go back inside.”

The four hurried towards a small cabin, before Clementine heard a growl. She froze, before slowly turning around, and found herself face-to-face with a coyote. The animal snapped and snarled at her, Clementine found herself unable to move. Then the animal shot towards her.

Clementine suddenly found herself on the ground, with a coyote trying to tear her arm off. Blood fell down onto her face, the coyote’s claws tearing at her coat. Clementine found herself thinking she was going to die, before Gill charged at the coyote and hit it with a shovel. Becca and Sarah grabbed Clementine and hurriedly pulled Clementine into the cabin.

A gunshot rung out, making everyone freeze. The coyote dropped to the ground, with Gill standing with the shovel above his head. Daryl ran over to them, stopping when he spotted a man holding a rifle.

“Holy shit.” Swore the man, hurrying forwards, “Luke, get your ass over here!”

A younger man appeared, freezing at the sight of the coyote, “You killed it?!”

“It tore open a girl’s arm, it needed to be put down!” Growled the man, crouching in front of Clementine.

Clementine cradled her arm, her throat tight. The man placed his rifle on the ground, and looked up at Daryl and Luke, “We need to get her to a hospital.”

“Why?” Asked Luke, frowning, “We can treat her here.”

“No, we can’t.” Said Daryl, nudging the coyote with his foot, “Look around it’s mouth, the damn things got rabies.”

Luke swore, “Pete, doesn’t Nick work around here?”

“Does Nick have a car?”

Luke remained silent.

“We can take her back to the school and have an ambulance come out to her.” Said Daryl, as Luke quickly scooped Clementine into his arms. The girl too focused on her arm to notice.

The group quickly made their way to the school, another staff member spotting them and called the emergency services when they saw the state of Clementine’s arm. Clementine found it difficult to stay awake, she groaned, before passing out.

F

Clementine woke up in a cold room, she could hear Larry banging on a door and Lilly telling him to calm down.

“I knew we never should’ve taken that brat in.” Snarled Larry, shooting a hate filled glare at Clementine.

“Dad, that’s not going to help.” Said Lilly, not looking at Clementine.

“It’s not?!” Demanded Larry, “If that brat didn’t ask to come here, we wouldn’t’ve had Mark fed to us!”

“Clementine didn’t know they were cannibals, Dad.” Sighed Lilly, sighing through her nose.

“The hell she didn’t!” Bellowed Larry, “Why else would she bring us here? Why, why-”

Larry grabbed his chest, his eyes widening, before he collapsed to the ground.

“Dad?” Asked Lilly, “DAD!”

Clementine fearfully watched as Lilly tried and failed to resuscitate Larry.

“L-Lilly?” Asked Clementine, timidly.

Lilly stiffened, as if she just remembered that Clementine was there.

“You…” Snarled Lilly, rounding on Clementine, “This is all your fault!”

She backhanded Clementine to the ground and started beating her, grabbing anything she could use as a weapon. Clementine curled into a ball with her arms covering her head. Lilly grabbed Clementine’s left hand and grabbed the ring finger and bent it backwards.

Clementine screamed and pleaded with Lilly, only to get kicked in the face. Once the finger was mutilated to a satisfactory degree to Lilly, she then grabbed Clementine’s throat and started to strangle her. The door to the meat locker was flung open, and one of the cannibals barged in and grabbed Lilly, before dragging her out and slamming the meat lockers door.

F

Clementine woke with a gasp. She raised a shaky hand to her face, her eyes focusing on her mutilated ring finger. She didn’t know what happened to Lilly, but Daryl said he didn’t find her or her remains in the house. She remembered Daryl’s friend that she’d stayed with for a couple of months after her three weeks with Daryl. Rick had put up with a lot from her, she remembered that he was kind, and that he had a son.

Rick and his family had to move, which then placed her with Jane.

Clementine shook her head, dispelling all thoughts she had of the past. She didn’t even know why those memories came up. She looked down at herself, before realising that she was in a hospital bed, with her right arm stitched up and bandaged. Then Clementine remembered why those memories came up. She was with Jane when Sam bit her.

The door opened and a tired looking Rebecca stepped into the room. She glanced at the bed and spotted Clementine sitting up.

“Clementine?” Asked Rebecca, before she crossed the room and pulled Clementine close to her, “Jesus, I thought you’d never wake up.”

“W-what do you mean?” Asked Clementine, her voice raspy.

“Clem, you, you’ve been unconscious for a week.” Said Rebecca, gently caressing the back of Clementine’s neck.

“W-what?”

“Clem,” Rebecca sighed, “you had an allergic reaction, presumably to one of the meds they gave you.”

Clementine slowly looked around the room, Rebecca said she’d been asleep for a week, meaning it was almost Christmas. She tried to adjust herself, only to groan when she felt a sharp, burning pain in her chest and right arm.

“Careful,” Murmured Rebecca, gently helping Clementine, “that animal’s claws were pretty deep, I’m amazed you didn’t feel them when you woke up.”

Clementine let out a strangled groan. Rebecca finished helping Clementine, before sitting on the side of the bed.

“A new family moved in next door,” Said Rebecca, gently, “I’m not sure about the man, but his girlfriend and son seem to be alright.”

“That’s nice, was anyone else hurt?” Asked Clementine, looking up at Rebecca.

“No, but you were lucky,” Responded Rebecca, “apparently, that animal had rabies.”

“What’s that?”

“Rabies? It’s a disease that, if not treated, can kill you.” Said Rebecca, gently, “Although, we were told you were lucky to have just been put in a coma.”

“Did,” Clementine swallowed, “Did they say what caused it?”

“The said something about opioids,” Answered Rebecca, frowning, “Clem, is there something we should know about?”

Clementine was silent, making Rebecca sigh.

“Are you still having trouble looking at my file?”

Clementine spoke so suddenly, she made Rebecca jump, “Yeah, why?”

Clementine coughed, looking over at the table next to her bed, “Do you have a pen and some paper?”

F

Joan frowned as she scrutinized the piece of paper, it was definitely Clementine’s handwriting, “May I ask what prompted her to write this out?”

“She had an allergic reaction to the morphine they gave her.” Said Alvin, leaning forwards, “She said it would answer most of the questions the doctors asked.”

Joan sighed, picking up the handset for her phone and dialling. The phone rang a couple of times, before someone answered, “Natasha, could you bring Kate up here, please?”

Alvin frowned, wondering who Kate was, while Joan placed the phone down, “This will probably take a while, would you like a coffee?”

F

Clementine gagged, emptying her stomach into a paper bowl. Rebecca held onto her shoulder, while a nurse removed the plate of food that triggered the reaction. Clementine coughed, groaning as she spat out remnants of her last meal. She’d never look at chicken the same way again.

“You okay, Clem?” Asked Rebecca, gently rubbing Clementine’s back.

Clementine struggled to speak but nodded. Rebecca pursed her lips, not believing her, “Clem, you know you can tell me anything.”

Clementine swallowed and shook her head, mumbling “I don’ wanna eat Mark.”

Rebecca frowned at how small Clementine’s voice was, wondering who Mark was.

R

Alvin stared at the document, struggling to believe what he’d just read, “Jesus.”

“Perhaps you can see why we don’t want people to see this unless they’re seriously considering adoption.” Said Joan, silently resigning herself for the inevitable fall out.

“Do, do any of those people still have contact with Clem?” Asked Alvin, looking at Joan.

“Mr Dixon works at her school as a part-time groundskeeper, Mrs Sheffield has a no contact order against her, Mr Carver is, understandably, currently being detained, Ms Fleece has all but vanished of the face of the earth,” Listed Joan, looking at the list of names, “The Carter’s went through a sudden bereavement. The Saul’s had a baby of their own. I hope you don’t mind if I stop there, all the relevant details are in the file.”

Alvin nodded, shakily picking the folder up, “I keep this, right?”

“Yes,” Confirmed Joan, looking up at Alvin, “I suppose this changes things.”

“Yeah, probably.” Said Alvin, heading for the door, “I, er, I suppose we’ll be in touch.”

R

“So, you can’t eat pork?” Asked Becca, through a mouthful of chips.

“The smell set me off.” Said Clementine, her voice hoarse.

“I still can’t believe you caught a cold, in hospital.” Muttered Gill, looking down at Sarah’s book, “Are you going to be discharged soon?”

“Hopefully, they might keep me in here so I don’t pass it on to AJ.”

“AJ’ll be fine,” Dismissed Rebecca, coming into the room, “he’s up to date with his vaccinations, the doctor’s can’t say the same for you, though.”

“My parents didn’t believe in them.” Shrugged Clementine, trying to hide how nervous she was.

“They managed to give some standard ones while you were asleep,” Rebecca told her, “They cleared it with Alvin and I, but you’ll need a few more before they’re ready to discharge you.”

“When are they going to do them?” Asked Clementine, nervously scratching her unbandaged arm.

“They’ve got them planned for this afternoon, hopefully they’ll discharge you tomorrow.” Answered Rebecca, before spotted Becca with her cheeks bulging out, “Becca, it might be a good idea to swallow.”

“That’s what she said.” Muttered Gill, making Rebecca glare at him and Becca to start choking.

Without looking up from her book, Sarah thumped Becca, causing her to expel the chips from her throat.

“Dude, gross.” Grumbled Clementine, as Becca coughed.

Rebecca took a deep breath and sighed, hopefully Sarita wasn’t having any trouble with AJ.

R

Clementine sluggishly got out of the car, her hand loosely gripping her hat. Alvin had shown Rebecca her file and, while they hadn’t said anything, they were treating her as gently as possible.

“I thought vaccines were supposed to make you feel better.” Grumbled Clementine, struggling to stay awake.

“They make you feel horrible for a couple of days,” Said Alvin, as Rebecca went over to their neighbour, “but, it’ll pass.”

“You mean like old people do?”

Alvin snorted, “Don’t let your grandmother hear you say that.”

Clementine frowned, confused, “Both my grandparents are dead.”

Alvin looked down at Clementine, who was struggling to stay awake.

“Let’s talk about it after you’ve had some sleep.” Suggested Alvin, getting a small nod from Clementine. Rebecca re-joined them with a sleeping AJ, as Alvin guided Clementine into the house, the girl tripping slightly on the step.

After seeing Clementine to her room and putting AJ to bed, Alvin and Rebecca dropped themselves onto the sofa.

“I’m assuming we’re not going to talk about the other common names in that file.” Said Rebecca, making Alvin sigh.

“It was bad enough to know she was with Carver, but I didn’t expect to see Jane or Troy’s names.” Admitted Alvin, “You don’t think that Kenny in the file is, you know, the guy that moved in next door?”

“I don’t know.” Sighed Rebecca, “But, she was abducted, twice. Sure, neither situation lasted long, but one was with a psychopath and the other was with a family of cannibals.”

“I’m surprised she’s still alive.”

“Do you think,” Asked Rebecca, “Do you think that, if she’d come straight to us after the Everetts, do you think she could’ve stolen from us?”

“No,” Answered Alvin, taking his glasses off, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to steal those things in an attempt to get back to one of the families she had before.”

The pair sat in silence, Rebecca resting her head on Alvin’s shoulder.

“What’s ‘Duck’ like?” Asked Alvin, making Rebecca glance up at him.

“He’s like a six-year-old on a constant sugar rush.”

“Best leave it a week before introducing Clementine to him then.”

“Hmm.”

R

Clementine nervously tugged at the hem of the dress Alvin and Rebecca bought her, “I feel stupid.”

“You look nice.” Responded Rebecca, adjusting AJ as Alvin knocked on their neighbour’s door.

“Why are we doing this?” Asked Clementine, her breath coming out in white puffs.

“Because, they have a son your age, and they watched AJ while you were in hospital.” Answered Rebecca, as the door opened.

“Alvin, Rebecca,” Greeted an Indian woman, “I’m glad you could make it, I hope your daughter’s alright.”

“Yeah, she’s all awake and aware now,” Chuckled Alvin, guiding Clementine forwards, “This is Clem.”

“Hello, Clem,” Said the woman, “my name’s Sarita, I like your hat.”

“Thanks.”

Sarita blinked, before looking up at Alvin, “Not used to strangers, I take it.”

“Clem’s a bit guarded when it comes to new people.” Alvin apologised, as Clementine winced.

“It’s fine, Ken’s similar in that regard.” Sarita brushed it off, her right hand twisting off as she ushered them in, "Ah, shit. I'm sorry, this’ll take me a minute.”

“Don’t worry about that, Darlin’,” Said a male voice that made Clementine freeze, “I knew a guy who used his arm to open a door from another room.”

“Kenny?”

Kenny stopped, looked down and gaped at Clementine, “Clementine?”

There was a gasp, followed by someone running into the room, colliding with Clementine and knocking her to the floor. A pair of pale blue eyes stared down into Clementine’s amber.

“Duck, you’re kneeling on my spleen.”

[kickin-with-dixon]

What’s Coming?

As of 5/6 I have these requests/ in progress and shall be posting them in the coming days: 

Mouthy - Daryl x Reader ( “Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”) Coming 4/9/20         Posted : Mouthing Off 

Daryl x Reader - “You’re not hurting me. You’re not heavy. I’ve got you, Love.” Coming soon 

Daryl x Reader - “You really thought I was dead?”  Coming Soon 

Rick x Reader - “So I had this really vivid dream…” Coming Soon

Dad!Daryl fluff. Him and the reader have a 2 months old. Coming Soon 

Negan x Reader (Platonic) - Caught sneaking in to steal from Saviors. Coming Soon 

Right now, I have my requests closed (Sorry). Once I get a couple of these posted, I will open them back up. I don’t like having too many active requests going so that they don’t get all backed up and stuff lol 

Thanks for understanding! Love y’all 

Masterlist  |  Ask Me Anything  |  Tag Lists   |  SPN Blog 

Tag Lists 

If you’re in bold, make sure I have your username right :) 

Daryl Dixon 

@jodiereedus22 , @queenlouisa2001 , @milariskanavasi ,@zzeacat , @rhyatt-deauxtreve

[kickin-with-dixon]

Tag List Info

Here you will find all the information on my Tag Lists :) 

What Is a Tag List? A Tag List is exactly what it sounds like. Tag Lists allow fic authors to keep track of people who want to be tagged (notified) when they release new work. Many authors, myself included, have several different options for tag lists so that you can pick what you want to be tagged (notified) on such as specific characters genres, and on multi fandom accounts, shows. 

How Do I Get On a Tag List? It’s very simple, you can either send me an ask  and let me know what list(s) you would like to be on and I will add you, or you can add yourself to my GoogleDocs Tag List .

Is GoogleDocs safe? Yes. Google docs does not give me any information about you. All it tells me is that an edit was made by Anonymous. Your personal information stays perfectly safe. 

Do you have to have a Google account? Nope. 

Is It Easy To Add Myself To GoogleDocs? Can I mess it up? It’s very easy to add yourself. I have all the instructions written out first thing when you open up the document. 

What Tag Lists Do You Currently Offer? 

The Anything and Everything 

(Tagged in all updates, upcoming fic announcements, imagines, and any fics that I put out.) 

Dixon’s Vixens 

(Tagged in all things Daryl Dixon , i.e fics, imagines, and upcoming content announcements regarding Daryl.) 

Rick’s Chick’s 

(Tagged in all things Rick Grimes,  i.e fics, imagines, and upcoming content announcements regarding Rick.)

Negan’s Angels 

(Tagged in all things Negan,  i.e fics, imagines, and upcoming content announcements regarding Negan)

Will There be more Tag Lists offered? Yes!  More tag lists will be added as I start to get more content out with different characters. If you want to be added to a character you don’t see here, feel free to drop me a line here, or there is a place to put it on the GoogleDocs form. 

What If I Want To be Removed From a Tag List? All you have to do is reach out and let me know which list(s) you want to be removed from and I will take care of it no questions asked :) 

How come I am Not Getting Tagged/Notified When I was Added To a List? Sometimes Tumblr doesn’t like to be nice and it’s a freak thing, but to be sure look at the tag lists at the end of whatever fic it is that you were supposed to be tagged in. Make sure your username is correct and send me an ask if it’s not. If it’s correct but is in bold, that means Tumblr won’t allow me to tag you, and you need to play with your settings. 

[kickin-with-dixon]

So excited to tell y’all this will be posted tonight!! If you want to be tagged be sure to let me know or add yourself to my tag list :)

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” for Daryl maybe?

Ooh, I like! 

Thanks @twdeadfanfic

————————————————————————————-

Wanna be tagged? Add yourself to my tag list or send me an ask :) 

Masterlist  |  Tag Lists  | Prompts 

[abbyissharp]

12 people i’d like to know better.

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): Becca

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  September 29

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Libra

FOUR ( HEIGHT ):  5′0″

FIVE ( HOBBIES ):  writing (rp and otherwise), singing in the car, video games (usually Sims 4 honestly)

SIX ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):  Peter and Wendy, This Lullaby, Wicked, Coraline

SEVEN ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

EIGHT ( LAST SHOW and MOVIE WATCHED ): WandaVision (still need to catch up to last Friday) and Captain Marvel

NINE ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): So Abby was brewing in the back of my mind for a while. I was actually going to use her in a short story I was writing. Her name was Abby Sharp. Around the same time, the Telltale TWD game came out, and you know, it was set in Savannah for a bit there. I also had been on vacation to Savannah so I was kind of obsessed with the place. She then became Abby Oglethorpe. And I’m sure there are things from Gilmore Girls that bled into it too. 

TEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): She didn’t become Abby Oglethorpe really until after I started writing her bio so she was Abby Sharp for the longest time. In fact, her name was going to be Abigail Isabel Sharp. Hence Abby Is Sharp. It also was a statement about her, saying she was a sharp person. 

tagged by: stole from @gatecoeur tagging: myself as @tinkeringwings and then anyone else who wants to