#Delilah Marston

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Days Gone By Masterlist

Status: Active and still writing<3

The Beginning

Frog Season

Sickness Within

Wounded

Pride And Joy

Family

The Prisoner

Marco, Polo

The Prison

A New Addition

Strangers In The Tombs

Dead Ghosts

Family And Others

Abandoned

30 Days Without An Incident

Under The Weather

"A Sad Soul Can Kill Quicker Than A Germ"

Help

Fate Of The Human Race

Terminus

Those Who Arrive, Survive

Plagues And Blessings

Lies

Like Everyone Else

Paranoid

Keeping Up Appearances

The Boar

The Party

One By One

It Wasn't Real. It Wasn't Right. It Wasn't True

No Belonging

Alone Again

The Hilltop

Gregory

Planning

The Compound

Bounce Back

Full Boat

Worth It

Kneel

Old Life

Reward

Escape

[silkchvffon]

delilah wolfe, by dallas marston ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ╱ @heavenstrck.

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[margowritesthings]

The Greatest Gift A Cowgirl Could Ask For

a @rdrevents Valentines gift exchange for @cowboydisaster

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader word count: 4,400 words warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, sexual themes, vaginal sex, mentions of death, unprotected sex, throwing up (TW EMETOPHOBIA), very brief mention of SA in the past, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of Micah Bell a/n: am I britney spears in her 2000 grammy award winning song??? because oops, i did it again. i don't know how I managed to get Bea as my recipient for a SECOND time, but it only felt right to carry on building this universe I've made for her and lying to her about it all week. Whoops.

Bea, my beloved, Happy Valentines Day. You deserve the world and Im so glad I could dedicate this fic to you. Honestly I probably couldn't have gotten the motivation to get back on my feet and write again if it wasn't for you. Thanks for everything you do bby and I hope this lives up to your 'if by some miracle you get me for your gift exchange disregard my prompts and write a TGG prequel' (yes she actually said that) idea. Love you lots xxx

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My Darling Wife,

I’m writing to you from up near Tempest Rim. I’ve tracked this bounty all over the goddamn Grizzlies and I’m ready to come home to you. I miss you so much and I’m real sorry I can’t be home in time for St. Valentines. Hopefully I can catch this bastard soon and make it up to ya. We’ll go to the theatre and sit right at the back, how’s that sound? I’ll move heaven and Earth to be beside you soon, you know I will.

I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. I’ll be there as fast as I can be with enough money to take you out on the town. Won’t be long, I promise. 

All my love, Arthur

All my love, Arthur

All my love, Arthur

Your finger runs over his looped script, over and over as if it will somehow will your husband out of the crumpled paper and into your bed. It’s been 2 months since the letter arrived, 2 months of the agony of not knowing if he’s dead or alive robbing you of sleep each and every night. You miss him, more than you could ever imagine one person could miss another and you honestly don’t know what you’ll do if he doesn’t come home. 

It’s a 600 dollar bounty, it’s sure to be a tough job you constantly reassure yourself, unable to focus on anything but the absence of half of your very soul in every waking moment. 

The day he comes home starts like any other. Time's arrow marches on, the sun rises and sets over your makeshift family as they work and plan and rob and hunt. You busy yourself planning a job with Karen, cushioned into your schedule between menial tasks so that it’s just that bit easier to not think about him. As usual, your efforts are in vain, but at least the chores are done, your steed Diesel is happy, and, all being well, you and Karen will have about 30 dollars to split between you when the week is out. 

An hour before he comes home, everyone retires to bed, save for John (who’s on watch tonight) and you’re left alone by the campfire. It crackles and pops, embers swirling the air around you. It feels like you stare at the twisting flames until your eyes blur and burn and you can’t tell which are tears of irritation to your senses and which are your heart breaking once more.

Moments before you’re reunited with the second half of your heart, you hear John yelling. It’s instinct that drives your hand into your holster, still resting against your hip despite the late hour, and you perk up like a startled deer, straining to decipher Marston’s words.

“Who is it?!” “Arthur, you dumbass!”

Arthur.

Arthur?

“Arthur?!” It’s a breathless shout, barely heard over the rushing blood in your ears as your feet take you to your husband before your mind can even fathom that he’s here. 

But sure enough, when you reach the edge of camp, heart racing, you see Arthur Morgan riding his chestnut mare straight towards you, spurring her into a gallop as soon as he lays his eye on his waiting wife. Marston probably makes some remark about who ‘decided to show up’, but to you, there is nothing but you and Arthur, two magnets parted by an unnatural force finally reaching each other again with a deafening crash. 

And it is. A crash, that is, when Arthur all but throws himself off his saddle and your bodies collide, great big arms wrapping around your frame. It is then that the tears fall down your cheek, soaking into Arthur’s coat that smells so much like him it truly feels like a dream.

You thought he was dead.

Only when you’re safely in his arms, when he’s pressing frantic kisses to your head, whispering your name over and over into your hair do you allow yourself to admit that fact. You thought he was never coming back, and yet here he is. Words fail you, the overwhelming emotion settling right in your throat.

“Oh, god… oh, darlin’ I-I missed you so much…” 

You feel two large hands cup your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that holds everything and anything the past 3 months could have been had you not spent it apart. But everything fits back into place, the world starts spinning again and you’re whole the second Arthur Morgan’s lips meet yours. It lasts a lifetime, it lasts a fraction of a second. You want to stop time, keep Arthur in your arms forever and never again have to go through the torture of being away from each other. The two of you only part to throw near identical scowls at John, who is amusing himself by telling you to get a room.

Unfortunately, as Ms. Grimshaw so often reminds you all, the Van der Linde Camp is not a hotel, so tonight you will not be afforded the luxury of a private suite as John so kindly suggested. There is only your tent, hitched against the gang’s weapons wagon, the old canvas pulled around to offer a little privacy when you and Arthur first started… well, needing the seclusion.

Calloused fingers intertwine with your own digits, Arthur’s other hand flipping John off before his weight pulls you towards your little corner of camp. There's so much purpose in his stride, the need to have you all to himself, not even share you with the lord above or wildlife below, driving him forward. Driving him home. 

When you’re finally, truly alone, the tears welling in your eyes glistening in the candlelight, no words are needed. Soon enough, you’ll talk for hours on end, catching each other up on every little detail of the last few months. But for now, all that there is and all that could matter is right this very second, when Arthur reaches for you, brushing a thumb over the tear tracks on your left cheek. His eyes, looking almost emerald in the dark of night, roam over each and every detail of you with such an intensity in him that you think he’s trying to remember this moment for the rest of time. You’re sure it’s one you could never possibly forget. 

Arthur snakes both arms around your waist, guiding you backwards until the backs of your knees gently hit the cot and you lay back onto it. He covers the full length of you and then some, making you feel so fragile and small. It’s nice to feel breakable for once, to let go of the need to be the strongest in the room, lest you be ridiculed for being too sensitive or too weak or too womanly. Arthur knows just how strong you are, you need to prove nothing to him, so you can submit to his embrace, allow yourself to just breathe for once knowing you can break and there’s re will always be somebody to put you back together.

He lowers himself to your lips, pressing a kiss to them that doesn’t last nearly long enough. Arthur then kisses your nose, then your cheeks and chin, before trailing down to the crook of your neck. Your skin feels as though it’s on fire, so starved for the man you cannot live without that now he’s finally here everything feels that much more intense. The tiniest scrape of Arthur’s teeth against your flesh shoots through every single nerve in your body and you moan right into his ear. You can actually feel him harden against your thigh at the sweet melody of your pleasure. 

Pushing Arthur’s hat off to the side, your fingers rake through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp encouragingly as he nibbles at your skin.

“Oh, Arthur… Oh, I missed you so much…” You breathlessly whisper, feeling your heart skip a beat when he pauses his movements to glance at you from under impossibly long eyelashes, jade green eyes glistening up at you.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. So so much.” His voice is soft, as if he’s handling the peacefulness around you so delicately and it causes the overwhelming emotion to well in your chest and choke up your throat. Arthur sees this, trying not to be too taken with his own surprising amount of emotion himself, and relieves you of your job of a response by directing his attention to the buttons of your shirt. You don’t remember him pushing your jacket off your shoulders, but there it lies on the floor beside the entrance to your tent, so he must have.

Despite the juxtaposition of such dainty buttonholes and such large fingers, Arthur expertly undresses your top half until you’re bare to him. He takes no time at all to take one of your nipples into his mouth, kissing and sucking at it with a hunger you feel right in your toes. You moan loudly, unable to stop yourself after yearning for this very feeling for so long. 

Arthur coos and shushes you and it vibrates across your skin, not helping you stay quiet in the slightest. The hand not tugging on his dirty blonde locks reaches between your two longing bodies to begin to unbuckle his belt. You can feel your own heartbeat throbbing between your legs, your coil growing tighter and tighter by the second. It’s been almost 3 months since your bodies have joined like this, and yet you’re not sure you can wait another minute. 

You’re purring for Arthur, twitching and grinding as your hand fumbles desperately at the belt. His absence from your skin is agony the second he pulls his hips back to sit up straight. Spotting your downright bratty expression, bottom lip protruding in a pout, Arthur chuckles lowly, “Patience, baby… I gotta get these damn clothes off us.” He gestures to his belt, still very much buckled around his waist. Definitely not your fault. He was being far too distracting.

He’s quick, you’ll give him that, shedding his clothes without taking his eyes off you. You burn under his stare, even more so when he crawls back on top of you to slide your boots off one by one and peel your pants and undergarments down your legs.

The heat radiates off his huge body, his cock pulsing with need. The way he’s putting his weight into his arms to stop from crushing you with his weight adds a definition to his already beautifully sculpted body. Reaching down, you brush the tip of your finger oh so gently over his rosy head, finding a bead of cum already leaking, and you snap. You can’t wait a second longer, scratching and gripping at him like he’s the air you need to breathe.

“Please, Arthur, please I need you. S-So long, it’s been so long-” “Shh, I know, princess, I know. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna take care of your pretty little cunt, I promise.” He soothes you, though his own voice is shaky from the very effort of restraining himself, maintaining his control to not drive into you and ruin you. While he whispers to you, he lines himself up at your entrance and you quiver in anticipation.

In all your years before you met Arthur, you never really saw sex as anything but something to give, or worse, something to be taken from you. You never truly understood, not until you met Arthur, who taught you it’s something to share, to experience. With Arthur, it’s different. It is connection and pleasure and it’s wonderful and god damn it, it’s addictive. So when Arthur slides into you, letting out a visceral, guttural groan as he does, everything is right in the world.

You feel so full, especially when Arthur pushes all the way to the hilt, connecting you completely at the pelvis. The moan that escapes your lips is downright obscene and Arthur crashes down into your mouth to swallow it. 

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been so long, or the emotion of it all, but you swear you can feel everything. Every vein and ridge, every twitch and movement of his perfect cock as Arthur slowly starts to move in and out of you. 

“Fuck… s-so good, darlin. So tight- y’feel so fucking good, princess…”

You’ve never hurtled so close towards a climax so quickly in your life. His torturously slow, deep thrusts drag into your sweet spot every fucking time and trying to hold back brings a blur into your vision. Your own hips grind against his, Arthur gripping into your flesh to guide you perfectly in time with him.

“I-I’m so close already, Arthur… fuck…” You breathe out, your breath tickling Arthur’s ear and sending a visible shudder down his spine. He looks proud at your admission.

“You missed me that much, huh? Gonna cum for me already, darlin’?” 

He gives you no time to respond, pressing a thumb to your clit and rubbing in time with everything else. You implode, pulling Arthur down to catch the scream you’re about to wake everybody up with. It has never felt so intense, and with every thrust Arthur fucks into you it only grows and grows, shattering you to pieces for Arthur to fix back together again. 

When you return, a rhythmic thudding in your ears, the first thing you see is Arthur, of course. His jaw is fluttering madly, a bead of sweat clinging to his forehead but the candlelight makes him look ethereal. You still can’t believe he’s here, alive.

Tears start to glisten in your eyes. You’ve never cried during sex before, not for anything positive, at least, but somehow this doesn’t feel wrong. Arthur slows again, watching you, and you spot an extra shine to his own jade orbs. He knows. He feels it too. 

He’s right there with you. As he always is.

He brushes a piece of hair stuck to your forehead away, and the gesture is enough to send the tears falling down the same worn path on your cheeks as before.

“I love you, Mr. Morgan…” “I love you, Mrs. Morgan…” 

It seems to become too much for Arthur to stay still, and you’re glad for it. You’re desperate for the friction, already flying towards another orgasm. He’s really fucking into you this time, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. He’s groaning and growling and you decide in that moment that it’s your favourite sound in all the world. 

“I… I ain’t gonna last much longer, baby…”

“C-Cum in me…” “Huh?” He slows, shuddering at the exertion required to control his movements, “I-”

But you’re not listening to his protests, your nails digging into the skin of his back and ass and anywhere else you can reach to urge him forwards again.

“Please Arthur, I-I need you… I need you to cum with me, I need you with me…” you plead with him, not truly understanding your need but honouring it. You’ve been without him for so long, you deserve him with you now.

He appears to consider you for just a moment, before diving down to lock your lips with his. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting every bit of you and he starts to pump into you unreservedly. His body grinds against yours and the friction is perfect and you’re so fucking full and before you can even try to hold back, you’re cumming again, stars scattering your vision, heart pounding out of your chest to find release from it’s mortal, physical cage. Your inner walls twitch around Arthur’s length and this time, he doesn’t hold back either. 

His eyes fly open and lock onto yours as you both climax together. It’s vulnerable and strange, but perhaps more connected than you ever thought possible for two people to be. 

Arthur’s cock twitches inside you, pumping out his spend as he groans viscerally, completely losing control of his rhythm as he thrusts into you one last time, harsh and deep. You’ve never experienced this before, with Arthur or any other man, normally erring on the side of caution when it came to such matters, but even as you come down you can’t bring yourself to regret it. Whatever you and Arthur just experienced together felt spiritual, and worth much more than a little risk.

Arthur collapses, even as depleted as he is still considerate enough to collapse onto his elbows and not crush you. He slides out of you, earning a little wince, and rolls to the side so you can rest your head on his chest. It’s like a locket that’s been ripped apart, finally fixed together with the most satisfying click. 

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Two months later, life has returned to its equilibrium. You and Arthur are perhaps clingier, still in a sort of second honeymoon phase where you just can’t seem to keep your hands off each other, more so than usual. It’s a side effect of prolonged solitude, you’re sure.

The first time it happens, you blame Pearson and think nothing of it. It’s pretty early in the morning and you’re sitting with Tilly and Abigail, peeling potatoes for the stew tonight. Abigail is venting her frustrations about when John did this and John said that, and everything feels so normal. Pearson arrives, throwing a rather large, rather dead fish onto the table you’re leaning against and you feel the thud from the weight of it vibrate against your back. 

It isn’t until the smell invades your senses that everything starts to feel off. It smells exactly like all the other fish Pearson has ever slammed onto that poor table, which doesn’t explain why you immediately lurch forwards, grabbing an empty bucket and throwing up your breakfast. The fish stench is suffocating and all you can do is get the hell away from it, not noticing when Abigail’s brows knit together almost… knowingly?

You skip the stew that night. 

―

The second time it happens, you try not to think about it. You’re riding Diesel and almost don’t make it off him in time. There is nothing to set you off, no horse shit or rotting animal at the side of the road, and yet in an instant your stomach feels like it has been flipped upside down. 

The sheer volume of your retching catches Arthur’s attention and he tugs on the leather reins in his hands to steady his mare. 

“Darlin’? Y’alright?” 

His concern is evident in his tone and in the tight line between his brows, which deepens when he finds you unable to respond in anything but a frantic nod. He dismounts, spurs clicking against the dusty ground when he approaches you. 

“Oh, sweetheart… that’s it, easy, easy… you’re okay…”

You feel gentle circles rubbed into the tense muscles of your back as you try to get through this again. It’s not lost on you that Arthur is speaking to you like a spooked horse, but it actually really does help. (You decide to prioritise peace of mind and not psychoanalyse why that is). Eventually, it relents and you regain your composure, albeit somewhat less gracefully than you’d have liked. 

“Sorry… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, maybe I ate somethin’.”

Your apology for something you can’t help earns you a sad smile from your husband, who places a loving kiss on the top of your head before reaching for your discarded hat and putting it back on for you.

“Y’don’t gotta apologise. I gotcha, darlin’.”

You know he does.

He always does.

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The third time it happens, the luxury of denial is stolen from you. It’s early enough that your view while you sit with Abigail drinking coffee involves glorious hues of orange and pink scattered around the rising sun. It’s peaceful, tranquil. The warmth of the little metal mug in your hands and Arthur’s jacket around your shoulders is enough to ward off the fresh morning chill in the air.

There is absolutely no warning when it hits, when it happens again. You’re so goddamn sick (no pun intended) of hurling. Your eyes water and your throat hurts a little and you curse under your breath when it’s over. Abi is beside you, rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. She waits until it’s over before speaking hesitantly.

“Uh, can I ask you somethin’?” 

You nod, eyes still red and glistening as you swirl coffee around your mouth to take away from the awful, acidic taste lingering. 

“When did you last bleed?”

“What, like an injury? Uh, I cut my hand couple days back, but I don’t see what-“

… Oh fuck. 

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The anxiety bounces around your body and you decide that you’ve become far too acquainted with the concept of nausea. You can actually tell the difference between nerves  twisting your stomach and… well, let’s say it as it is:  morning sickness. This is the former, you deduce, spinning both your engagement and wedding ring around your finger to give your hands something better to do than carve fingernail-shaped moons into your palm. He should be home any minute now. Any minute now and it will all change forever.

It’s quite late, but the poker game Arthur was scoping out for potential jobs is known to last a while. You’re the only one still awake, poking the embers of the campfire to keep yourself as comfortable as possible. 

You hear hooves hitting dry dirt first, and it seems to trigger your fight or flight response. God, you’d love to run away from this, but that is pretty much impossible, so fight it is. It’ll be the greatest fight of your life, you’ll soon learn, one you’re privileged to be a part of. But right now, it feels like an all-consuming unknown. 

Arthur can tell something is wrong the second he sees you. You’re terrible at hiding things, especially from him. He always reads you as though you have a poster advertising your feelings printed on your forehead. Arthur dismounts, kissing you tenderly on the temple and wrapping his arms around you.

“What’re you still doin’ up, darlin’? Is everything alright?” You can feel his worry vibrating in his chest as you nuzzle into his embrace. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I just… Can we talk? I kept the fire goin’.” You say it into his shirt, reluctant to move from this hold.

“Of course…” there’s something in his voice, a tense apprehension that really doesn’t help the knot contorting itself in your gut. 

While you’re more than capable of keeping a fire going, Arthur is an expert, and has it healthily burning within seconds of you sitting down on the overturned log the gang has fashioned into a bench. You’re back to spinning your beautiful gold bands around your finger, trying to remember to breathe in and out every so often.

“What’s goin’ on, sweetheart?” His voice is so soft, so kind that it makes you want to cry. But you promised yourself you wouldn’t until you’d told him, because this might just be the most important conversation you’ve ever had, and you definitely won’t get through it if you’re a blubbering mess.

“I, uh… I… somethin’s happened.”

You hear his breath hitch in his throat and Arthur leans towards you, completely enveloping your hands in his. They’re sandwiched in now and you can’t fiddle with your rings anymore.

“What? What happened? Was it Micah? If he’s said somethin’ to you, I’ll kill him, the rat bastard-”

“No, no, it’s… as much as I’d love to see that, it’s not him.” 

The tension releases. Just a little bit.

“I’m pregnant.” 

Oh wait, there it is. 

The silence is deafening, even though you’re almost certain it isn’t actually silent out here right now. There's a fire going and crickets are just metres away, you’re just shutting down with nerves. 

The normally so often tense, fluttering jaw of Arthur Morgan is slack, his eyes wide and gaping at you, occasionally flicking down to your so far bump-less belly. (You should know- you’ve been obsessively looking in a mirror any chance you get for some sort of sign that this is really happening). 

Say something. Please say something. Please don’t be angry. Oh, God please don’t hate me. 

“I-I… You’re pregnant?” He repeats, reassuring you that you haven’t actually gone deaf, though his tone holds no indication of anything but shock. That’s probably fair…

You nod, hands instinctively reaching over your belly. It feels… weird. Holding your hands over your baby. Yours and Arthur’s baby. 

“It happened a couple months back, when you got back from The Grizzlies, I think… I-I’m sorry, Arthur. I shoulda’ been more careful and-and…” You’re rambling, filling a silence that probably should just be allowed to be a silence.

“There… There’s gonna be a baby?”

There. Right there, adorning Arthur’s beautiful features, is the pull of a smile. It chokes you up instantly, so far deep in nightmares of arguments and unhappiness that you hadn’t even considered the good. You start to nod, a little bit of your fringe falling in your face.

“Yeah… There’s gonna be a baby. Our baby…”

“Our baby…” He repeats, his arm raising to brush the hair away from your eyes in such a natural manner it feels like it’s just his instinct to care for you. It is his instinct to care for you, Arthur has shown you that in every minute of every day of your marriage, and suddenly you’re not sure why you’ve been so scared. 

“I’m gonna be a dad?” He still seems in disbelief, but that’s normal. It’s taken you a few days to come to terms with it, and even then the fingernail marks in your palms are still red raw. 

“You’re gonna be a dad.”

It hits him. Really hits him and he all but throws himself into you, scooping you up and spinning you around as he laughs unreservedly.

“Well goddamn, I’m gonna be a Daddy!” 

You laugh with him, worries and anxiety a distant memory as your feet swing around in the air. You’re probably waking the camp up, but you don’t care all that much. Right now, you’re the happiest girl in the world.

A baby. There’s gonna be a baby. Arthur’s baby.

Really, it’s the greatest gift a cowgirl could ask for.

[mydearhosea]

Characters: Arthur Morgan, Hosea Matthews, Colm O'Driscoll, Van Der Linde Gang.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence (Warnings will appear at the start of each chapter)

Word count: 1.7k

[@delilah-grimes]

Story under cut

Arthur had been far more excited than he cared to admit when Hosea suggested they go hunting together. It was early in the morning and most of the gang members were still asleep, apart from those who were on guard duty and the early risers of the group. So, they were lucky to get very few questions as they saddled up their mounts and packed the essentials into their saddlebags.

Then, after letting Javier know that they were leaving, they disappeared down the track at a slow canter, Hosea confidently leading the way whilst Arthur followed along behind him.

Once they were on the track that led up to Mattock Pond and there was no one around to disturb them, Hosea broke the silence that had settled between them, effectively pulling Arthur out of his own thoughts in the process. “How’s that shoulder doing?”

“Better,” Arthur replied, reaching over with his free hand out of habit to massage his mostly healed shoulder a little. “Still hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Good. Thought we was gonna lose you for a while there.”

Arthur chuckled, gently spurring the black shire beneath him back into a slightly faster pace the moment he felt him slowing down. Once they were side by side again, he shook his head. “’course not. I’ll live a while yet. The downside to that, however, is that I now unfortunately owe Marston an apology.”

Hosea cackled, his eyes crinkling a little at the sides as his smile grew wider. “I suppose you do, yes! Gave him one hell of a time over that wolf attack, mind you. He complains about it frequently.”

“I’m sure he does.” Arthur couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Where we headin’, anyway? Sounds like you been planning this trip for a while.”

“Bluewater marsh. I know you’ve been wanting to get out of camp for a while now, so I planned a little hunting trip for us. ‘pparently there’s a massive boar livin’ out there somewhere.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Who’d you hear that from?”

“Fella I met down at the saloon in Rhodes. I went down there a couple days back and had a couple rounds of poker with ‘em.”

“Without me?”

Hosea rolled his eyes, glancing over at him with a jokingly stern look in his eye. “I would have gladly taken you with me, but you always manage to get into fights when I take you drinking.”

“Hey,” Arthur defended. “Last time I got into a fight was nearly a month ago.”

“Right before you were bedridden, right?”

It all went silent for a moment as Arthur tried to come up with something else to defend himself with. It wasn’t until Hosea gave him a teasing look that the younger man scoffed and gently spurred his horse again.

“Whatever. The only reason I got into that fight in the first place was because he insulted you. I’d say he deserved everything I did to him and more.”

“You nearly killed the guy, Arthur.”

“-and I’d do it again, Hosea.”

The older man rolled his eyes at Arthur’s slightly mocking tone, shooting him another look as they headed up the trail. Other than the occasional rider and the people that owned the houses in between Southfield Flats and Mattock Pond, there was no one around but them, which admittedly surprised Arthur. More times than not, he found himself running into travellers and coach drivers that greeted him along the way, or strangers on foot that stopped to chat with him before heading off again. It was a pretty little trail to cut through and convenient to those heading to Rhodes, so he understood the attraction.

“Once we reach the end of this road, we’ll head left, up to that little abandoned town,” Hosea explained. “Then we head up that road and cross over on the bridge.”

“Been exploring, have you?”

The older man shrugged. “Wanted to know the area a bit before we left. The swamps ain’t the nicest of areas to camp in, but this boar should make the trip worth it!”

Arthur chuckled, practically feeling the excitement radiating from him as he talked about the boar he’d heard about. “You seem very confident about this.”

“I am,” he grinned, leaning down to pet Silver Dollar’s neck. “Look, even if we never find anything, we still got a couple of days to ourselves. I’d call that a win. We’ll just catch a deer or something before we head home so we keep Pearson happy.”

“So, what else are we gonna do if we’re gonna be gone for a couple of days, then?”

“I don’t know. Fishing, maybe visit a saloon or two in Saint Denis. We’ll do whatever you feel like doing! After all, this is in celebration of you finally getting back on your feet again.”

“Really?” Arthur raised an eyebrow. “I thought that was a joke.”

“I don’t joke, Arthur Morgan. You of all people should know that.”

The younger man rolled his eyes light-heartedly. “I never heard so much shit come out of one man’s mouth before.”

Hosea cackled loudly, motioning with his hand as he turned his horse in the direction of the wooden bridge to their right. “Come on, across this bridge here. The spot we’re headin’ to shouldn’t be far off now. You got everything you need?”

It was Arthur’s turn to grin. He gave Hosea a firm nod, reaching down to grab his old carbine repeater and rifle off his horse. “I think so.”

“Great! We’ll leave our horses by that big tree up there and track it by foot. Don’t want to spook it.”

Arthur motioned him forward with his right hand. “Right behind you.”

Once they finally arrived at the spot Hosea had in mind, both men jumped down from their horses and left them underneath the tree.

“Can you see anything?” Hosea asked curiously after a couple of minutes had passed, watching as Arthur crouched down a few meters in front of him, examining some foot prints he’d found in the mud.

“Found some footprints here, but I ain’t sure they belong to the one we’re looking for.”

“Fresh?”

Arthur shrugged. “Relatively.”

Hosea grabbed his hand, pulling him back up and motioning through the bushes in front of them where the tracks led. “Lead the way, then. You been out this way much?”

“Sure,” Arthur hummed. “Can’t say I like it much out here… you don’t come across many friendly people, and the city ain’t much better. Couple o’ kids tried to rob me the last time I was there.”

Hosea bit back a laugh. “Tried… that don’t sound very promising.”

“Don’t worry. I was a real gentlemen about it.”

“Meaning..?”

Arthur turned to look at him, a look on his face that already told Hosea everything. “Meaning, I killed ‘em and got my money back.”

The older man pursed his lips in a tight, knowing smile. “Should have known.”

The two continued their attempt to track down the animal as best they could, chatting quietly along the way about whatever things came to mind. There was a lot of activity going on that day – more than Arthur was used to. Admittedly, he found it rather difficult to keep track of what he was supposed to be following, but between the two of them, they managed well enough that they found what they were looking for within twenty minutes.

“Look,” Hosea murmured as he knelt down behind a thick bush, pointing out into the open where one of the biggest boars either of them had ever seen stood among some trees. “Damn, he’s big.”

“Just wanna get something straight before we go after this thing; It’s us doing the hunting this time, not the animal, right?”

Hosea turned and shot him a look, choosing to ignore the teasing grin on his face as he turned back around and reached behind him to pull out his rifle. “Shut up and grab your gun out. It won’t be long before someone comes along that path and spooks it.”

Arthur did as he was told, aiming his own rifle right at the animal’s head and waiting patiently until Hosea gave him permission to start shooting. “You ready?”

As soon as Hosea nodded, Arthur fired the first shot. Much to both their surprise, that single shot was all it took for the animal to come crashing down to the ground with a squeal, prompting both men to approach it as quickly as they could so they could finish it off.

“That’s odd,” Arthur couldn’t help but comment as he watched Hosea kneel in front of Its squirming body and dig his knife deep into the animal’s chest. He only pulled it back out after it had stopped moving all together, and that was when Arthur knelt behind it as well, resting his gloved hand on the side as he examined Its large body. “It’s already been shot a few times by someone else.”

When Arthur looked up again at the lack of response he received, it didn’t take him long to notice the abrupt change in body language, along with his tight lipped, tense frown. “Hosea?”

He briefly tried to reach out towards him, but the older man was quick to lower his hand again, his eyes focused behind him. “Don’t move.”

Arthur soon realised why when he felt a piece of cold metal press up against the back of his head. He felt a chill travel down his spine, and his breath hitched as he froze in place.

“Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, Arthur Morgan?”

Arthur firmly clenched his jaw, slowly lifting both his hands up to show that he was unarmed. “Colm…”

“Shame it had to come to this.”

No more than a few seconds later, one of Colm’s men had snuck up behind Hosea and knocked him out with a firm hit to the head. His pained hiss was the last thing that came out of his mouth before his unconscious body fell back into the thick mud surrounding them.

“Are we takin’ him, too?”

“’course,” Colm nodded. “We’ll find a use for him.”

Arthur made a noise as the realisation hit him. He struggled to pull against Colm’s harsh grip, watching as the O’Driscoll began to drag Hosea’s unconscious body towards their horses. “You can’t! He ain’t done nothing wrong-“

He was very quickly met with a gun to the head, effectively knocking him into the dirt, too. The last thing he remembered was Colm’s slim figure towering over him, a wicked grin curved on his face.

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[shadowworldwanderers]

Masterlist

Stories on AO3

Old Intros

Introductory Pages:

Morvant-Adjacent Babies:

Sunny ‘Rose’ Sonnshine

Lilah Reed Nyx Bloom Chuck Dourif Helena Reese Matheson-Adjacent Babies: Emilie Mayson Adelaide Dean Deanna Louis Ellie Sutton Marisol Swinton Delilah Symonds

Merrilees Marston Candice Castor Samantha Marston Calleigh Dean Amanda Matthews Judith Ellison Desmond/Desdemona Mercury Matilda Westwood Charlotte Jessica Burlingame Alexia Mill Hannah Hardstone Willow Walker Barbara Dean

Jessike ‘Sike’ Logan Elvie Ellory Cassidy Cole Elen Ellis Carlie/Carl Connor Essie Ellory Jenni Oriel  Jessamyn ‘Jess’ Oriel  Jessika ‘Sika’ Oriel  Josie Oriel Jodie Oriel  Jazz Oriel   Jemima ‘Jem’ Oriel Jemma Oriel Jade Oriel  Jasmine ‘Mina’ Oriel  Jo Oriel  Janine Oriel Juliet Oriel     Coralee ‘Cora’ Matthews Millie Meadows Joey Jackson Josh Jackson Gia Wolfe Darla Wolfe Arlene Wolfe Brigitta Wolfe Donna Amato Gina Amato Jeanne Amato Aria Amato Willow Amato Carla Amato Fiona Amato Fiamma Amato Isla Amato Inga Amato Anton Allegro Vincenzo Lombardi Solina Ramirez Lolita Sanchez Marisol Espinoza Jodeyne Morrison Ellory Masterson

Mallory McMichaels

Raffaela Romero Malina Ramirez Lina Markov Candida Crowe Adelaide Marconi Emilie Porter Dervla O’Brady Ava Viva DiLorenzo Jessica Dallas Melissa Madison Katrina Archibald Abigail Novak May Southerlyn April Meadows Julie-Anne Callas Pippa Galston Thea Tallis Kate Isles Lily McQueen Jewel Estella Richardson Alexia-Mae Cathstone Eliza-Beth Leigh Izzy ‘Six’ Sexton-Richards Alice Anais Andrews Britta Roslin Julie Dark Alexandra Jane Castle Jodie Noelle Richards Tallie Marx Michaela Philippa Kingsman Love Aniston Jessie Cole Tali Rice Hollie Mann Madison Mitchell-Mann Roslyn Hall Cariad Hall Joe-Lee Parton Bobby Parton Jim Parton Sonny Parton Lupa Wolfe Anne Rose

Belle Rose Jade Orton Jennifer Orton Jessica Orton Mirabelle Orton Judith Amato Angel Croft Brittany Walker Julietta Day Billy Bristol-Ives Tony Bristol-Ives Julianna-Rose Winstanley Sam Salmon Joe Vattore Danny Richardson-Drake  Mickie-Stephanie Cullen Megan Valentine Millie Maus Mattie Maus Georgina Thompson Finnley ‘Finn’ Shore Sera Shore River Morrison Max Willows Savannah Morrison Lola Claus Mira Claus Mellie Claus Maxie Claus Mirabelle Claus Missy Claus Maura Claus Maisie Claus Mindy Claus

Morella Claus Jack Wilson-Patterson

Bindi Wilson-Patterson

Freya Dalton

Michaela Swallow Elizabeth Walker

Edward Woods

Nadira Richards & Cyrene Roberts Britta Pike

Marguerite Beaulieu Agnes Guirale

Agnetha Guirale

Anya Mazur

Joelle ‘Joey’ Sink Jessica Mae Faust Ginny & Joey Brixton-Masters Honey & Jake Brixton-Masters Katie Fine River Swallows Roan Swallows Reese Swallows Shadow World Babies: Angelike Kirk Eliana Olivier Marisol ‘Sunshine’ Corazon Annabella Sciorra Gianna Fioretti Rhiannon Ellis Cara Sutton Kat Trellis Kimber Bell Marisol Lees Ria Leigh Delilah Daae Hanna Weiss Mindie Swallows Kismet Christian Juliette Loomis Vanessa Myers Arielle Sea Ellie Dewey Lace Belle Esme Innocent Katie Rollins Cherie ‘Cherry’ Garcia Jessie Wolfe Erin Willows Suzannah Davies Emilia Loss Melanie Jeffries Meredith Greylek Kelly Greylek (No relation to Meredith) Cassidy Rubirosa Candice Banks Kendra Copper Ariadne Todd Desdemona Hex Raven Rose Candace ‘Candy’ Caine Angelina Haven Mina Schiff Callie Dennis Esme Ross Susanna Johnson Consuela ‘Connie’ Sanders Raffaela ‘Raffi’ Angeles Ariel Warton Syren Sirena Hela Helios Anne Dread Rose Rayes Hope Evans Faith Hopkins Elizabeth ‘Eliza’ Eames-Olivet Alexandria ‘Alex’ Eames-Olivet April Dawson June May May Engel Augusta Haim Billy Wolfe Savannah Stanley Stanley Cyprus Kellie Cyrano Bella Wolfe Mina Marston Nadiya Corazon Annalise Sciorra Samantha Southhall Amelia Borstein Elena Greenwood Elizabeth Preston Suella Randall Marienne Rubirosa Lilith Morningstar Saralee Rayes Destiny Dracula Martha Curatola Solina Dracula

Valentine Dracula Queenie Annabeth Queen Lily Sharpe Isobel Rubirosa Rose Wolfe Lily Marigold Savannah Rider Marigold Rose Baby Baker Mami Morrison Sugar ‘Sweet’ Sunshine Melody Eros Allie Gayson-Enders Pippa Gayson-Enders Michaela Orville-Hampton Janet Orville-Hampton Mariposa Shadows Lolita Mayhew Tamberlyn Alexara Sukila  Arielle Denver Suzanne Denver Thalin Chelsea Heart Jessica Brisbin Henna Jenkins Dora Jessop Kathleen Shore Samantha Carson Sarah Carson Karen Nielsen Belinda Andrews Amelie Ellis Sister Tatjana Nichols Madison ‘Sugar’ Fuller Daniel Rabebe Angelika Rabebe-Cortez

Lady Liandrin MacBeth Juliet MacIntosh John-Ross Croft Annchi ‘Angie’ Croft Morgana Addams Angeline ‘Angel’ Verna Lane Eulalie Tamerlane Poe

[wicked-bitch-of-the-west]

raven’s mobile muse list

Muses on primary blogs

Emma Meyer (Main Blog. Multi-verse. OC. @emmaxmeyer) ∴

Alexis & Olivia Cross (Multi verse. Multi muse. OC. @genusxcrucis​ ) +

Columbus (Zombieland. Canon. Multi-verse. @cxlumbus) +

Dan Meyer (Multi-verse. OC. @deadmanxdan​ )

Irene (Drive. Canon. @brideofdeluxxe ) +

Little Rock (Zombieland. Canon. Multi-verse. @littlerxck )

Misty Day (American Horror Story. Canon Divergent. Multi-verse. @mistyxday) ∴

Mr. Nancy (American Gods. Multi-verse. @tigcrballs ) +

Canon Characters (side blog)

Billie Lurke  (Dishonored.  Multi-verse. @amongtheisles​)  +

Bobby Singer  (Supernatural.  Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​)

Dean Winchester  (Supernatural.  Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​​)

Delilah Copperspoon  (Dishonored.  Multi-verse. amongtheisles​) +

Easter. (American Gods. @ecstre )

Ellie Williams  (The Last of Us. Multi-verse. @hclyshiit)  ∴

Elliot Alderson  ( Mr Robot.  Multi-verse. @paranoidisms​)

Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored. Multi-verse. @amongtheisles​) +

Gabriel - Arch Angel  (Supernatural.  Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​)

Hank Anderson  ( Detroit Become Human. @fuckiingpassword​) +

Jason Gutierrez  ( Place Beyond the pines. Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​) +

John Constantine  (Hellblazer. Multi-verse. @worldclassbastard​) +

John Marston (Red Dead Redemption 1&2. Multi-verse. @scarston​)

Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy. Multi-verse. @seeance)

Laura Moon (American Gods. @maggcts)

Lenny Summers (Red Dead Redemption 2.  Multi-verse. @lcstwatch)

Marin Delaney  (We Are Okay.  Multi-verse.  @amongxthexcrowd)

Max Caulfield (Life is Strange. Multi-verse. @superxmax)

Mindy Blanchard  (Dishonored.  Multi-verse. @amongtheisles​) +

Mr. Wednesday. (American Gods.  Multi-verse. @cneeyed)

The Outsider (Dishonored.  Multi-verse. @amongtheisles​) +

Proinsias Cassidy (Preacher. Multi-verse. @cxssidy) ∴

Sadie Adler ( Red Dead Redemption 2.Multi-verse. @wiidowadler)

Sam Winchester (Supernatural. Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​)

Saul Goodman  ( Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul. @justiceforallsaul) +

Tess (The Last of Us. @smugglcr)

Wichita (Zombieland. Multi-verse. @wxchita) +

Original Characters (side blog)

Alice Winters  (Multi-verse. @wiinters) +

Amber McGill  ( Multi-verse. @mcglls)

Anastasia Harris-Meyer (Supernatural. @annicbelle) +

Dawn Decoteaux  ( Multi-verse. @dxdecoteau) +

Erica Morris ( Multi-verse.  @amongxthexcrowd​)

Frankie Petch ( Multi-verse. @xwildatheartx​)

Jocelyn Slade ( Multi-verse. @xwildatheartx)

Jude Coleman ( Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​) ∴

Lanona Royal ( Multi-verse.  @amongxthexcrowd​)

Leah BL100  ( Detroit Become Human. @amongxthexcrowd​) +

Monty Slater ( Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​)

Pearl McGill  ( Multi-verse. @mcglls​) 

Ronnie Parsons ( Multi-verse. @xwildatheartx​​)

Sparrow Meyer (Multi verse. @sparrowsxwings)

Sydney Barnes ( Multi-verse.  @gutsnotgarters​)

Taylor Locke ( Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​)  ∴

Teagan Flint ( Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​) ∴

∴  more active muses + - low activity

[mondomoda]

A segunda parte do especial ‘As Primeiras Super heroínas das HQs‘ conta a estória da primeira Viúva Negra (Claire Voyant), Phanton Lady (Sandra Knight) e da toda poderosa Mulher Maravilha (Princesa Diana de Themyscira.

Viúva Negra (Claire Voyant)- Timely Comics

Víuva Negra – Claire Voyant for The Twelve @ Art by Chris Weston

Com o nome de Claire Voyant, a primeira personagem com o nome de Viúva Negra apareceu em Mystic Comics #3, em agosto de 1940, revista da Timely Comics (tornou-se Marvel em 1961). Foi criada por George Kapitan (estória) e Harry Sahle (ilustrador), ela não tem nada a ver com a famosa espiã Natasha Romanova, criada em abril de 1964. Claire era uma médium, que depois de morta, ganha poderes graças a acordo com Satanás com o intuito de matar seus opositores oferecendo suas almas para o mestre. A primeira versão da personagem apareceu em cinco revistas da chamada Era de Ouro das HQs entre 1940 e 1943. Seus poderem incluíam Força Super humana, Resistência, Capacidade de Voar, Tele transporte, Indução Mental, Invisibilidade, Mudança de Aparência, Toque da Morte, Imortalidade e Capacidade de se comunicar com mortos. Claire voltaria a aparecer num flashback na edição especial #1 da minissérie ‘A Time of Marvels’, em janeiro de 1994. Voltou em novo flashback numa estória do Homem Aranha ‘The Last Stand’, da série ‘Marvel Knights’, em fevereiro de 2005. Finalmente, ganhou 12 edições de ‘The Twelve’ no começo de 2008, tornando-se conhecida pelas gerações atuais.

Phanton Lady – Quality Comics / Fox Features Syndicate / DC Comics

Phantom_Lady – Sandra Knight @ Reprodução

Criada pelo Estúdio Eisner & Iger e desenha por Arthur Peddy, a primeira versão de Phanton Lady foi na pele de Sandra Knight, filha de um senador americano que morava em Washington, D.C.. Sua primeira aparição foi no Police Comics #1, em agosto de 1941. Usando um maiô amarelo com capa verde, ela tinha o poder de cegar seus inimigos e ficar invisível graças a uma luz de raio negra. Seu carro emitia a mesma luz. Eventualmente ela ajudava seu noivo, Donald Borden, um agente do governo americano. Depois que a Quality Comics deixou de publicar novas estórias com a heroína, a Iger Studios, que acreditava em seu potencial e assinou com a Fox Feactures Syndicate. Sua estreia aconteceu em Phanton Lady #13, no qual ganhou status de ‘Good Girl Art’ de Matt Baker – ilustrações com mulheres em trajes mínimos – o conceito original das Pinup. O ilustrador alterou seu uniforme e  ajustou o decote e o shorts-saia o máximo que pode. Com isso, a personagem entrou na 49# posição na lista das ‘100 Mulheres Mais Sexies das HQs’.

Phantom_Lady – Sandra Knight – Edição Fox @ Reprodução

Outras versões de Phantom Lady foram Delilah ‘Dee’ Tyler (janeiro de 1989), Stormy Knight (2006) e Jennifer Knight, em maio de 2012, na DC Comics.

Phantom Lady Dee Tyler @ Reprodução

Phantom Lady Stormy Knight @ Reprodução

Phantom_Lady – Jennifer Knight @ Reprodução

Mulher Maravilha – DC Comics

Parte da Santíssima Trindade das HQ (junto com Superman e Batman), a mais famosa heroína da história nasceu em dezembro de 1941 na revista All Star Comics#8, escrita pelo psicólogo William Moulton Marston, sob o pseudônimo de Charles Moulton e pela advogada Elizabeth Marston, sua esposa. Foi desenhada por Harry G. Peter. A estória ganhou continuação no mês seguinte. Com o sucesso alcançado, ganhou sua primeira HQ Wonder Woman #1 em maio de 1942. Super força, Invulnerabilidade, Fator de Cura, Sentidos Aprimorados, Agilidade Sobre-Humana, Projeção e Manipulação de Energia, voo, super velocidade e imortalidade são os poderes da Princesa Diana de Themyscira – Deusa da Verdade e da Guerra. O principal diferencial perante as outras super-heroínas é que ela não é um spin-off de um super-herói masculino (como Supergirl e Batgirl), nem foi criada para ser o interesse de amor de um super-herói masculino (Mulher-Gavião, Miss Marvel, Bulletgirl, Batwoman), parente (Mary Marvel, Mulher-Hulk), token de equipe (Mulher-Invisível, Garota Marvel) ou femme fatale (Mulher-Gato, Viúva Negra). Ela foi criada com estória própria, no qual, a tornou mitológica. Gal Gadot estrelou o filme solo de 2017, que rendeu U$ 821,847 milhões de bilheteria em todo o mundo. Antes, Lynda Carter estrelou uma série de TV entre 1975 a 1979.

Mulher Maravilha – Uniformes década de 40 @ Reprodução

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As primeiras super heroínas das HQs – Parte 2 A segunda parte do especial 'As Primeiras Super heroínas das HQs' conta a estória da primeira Viúva Negra (Claire Voyant), Phanton Lady (Sandra Knight) e da toda poderosa Mulher Maravilha (Princesa Diana de Themyscira.

[comatose--overdose]

I'm gonna share my favorites from video games

"Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer."

--Javik, Mass Effect 3

"Wanting something does not give you the right to have it."

--Ezio Auditore, Assassin’s Creed 2

"War is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing each other."

--Niko Bellic, GTA IV

"You are here, and it’s beautiful, and escaping isn’t always something bad."

--Delilah, Firewatch

"We all make choices in life, but in the end our choices make us."

--Andrew Ryan, Bioshock

"The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world."

--G-Man, Half-Life 2

"Even in dark times, we cannot relinquish the things that make us human."

--Khan, Metro 2033

"Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain’t nothing fair."

--John Marston, Red Dead Redemption

"Good men mean well. We just don't always end up doing well."

--Isaac Clarke, Dead Space 3

"You can’t undo what you’ve already done, but you can face up to it."

--Frank Coleridge, Silent Hill: Downpour

"It's more important to master the cards you're holding than to complain about the ones your opponents were dealt."

--Grimsley, Pokémon Black and White

“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos

[ethrlhq-blog]

Vi que acabou de conhecer a versão de conto de fadas de WILLA FITZGERALD! Por aqui o nome dela é DELILAH MARSTON WATSON e ela tem 21 ANOS de idade. Você, no entanto, deve conhecê-lo como a prole de JOHN WATSON (Sherlock Holmes). Recomendo que fique de olho nela, pois, apesar de ser DETERMINADA e EMPÁTICA, também pode se mostrar muito TÍMIDA e RECLUSA. Bom, agora que as devidas apresentações estão feitas, espero que tenha a chance de vê-la novamente em breve, provavelmente andando pelos corredores da ARMIS! ❞

— ✕ HEREDITARIEDADE;; ❞

Lyla é a única filha do Dr. Watson com Mary Marston e possui mais um irmão de outro relacionamento do pai..

— ✕ HEADCANONS e HABILIDADES;; ❞

✧ Quando a jovem de olhos verdes nasceu, não se pode ouvir apenas o choro do bebê ecoando pelas paredes do hospital. Aquele dia não ficaria marcado apenas pelo nascimento de uma criança, mas também pelo último suspiro de uma brava mulher que lutou durante sete meses para dar a vida a sua filha. Não é justo dizer que a garota foi culpada pela morte de Mary Morstan Watson. A doença que a levou veio meses antes de uma possível suspeita de gravidez, assim, ela estava fadada a morte e somente um milagre conseguiu fazer com que a somente uma vida e não duas fossem levadas. Era esperado que com a perda de sua mulher Dr. Watson se sentisse perdido e carregasse a tragédia pelo resto de sua vida, contudo, o homem nunca se sentiu mais orgulhoso ao carregar aquela criança prematura em seus braços e chamar de filho.

✧ Apesar do legado que o Dr. Watson carregava, sendo o principal auxiliar de Sherlock Holmes, isso não influenciou muito na criação de Delilah. O homem sempre procurou ser o mais presente possível e não misturar o seu trabalho com a vida pessoal. Isso não quer dizer que a relação com os Holmes não influenciou a pequena. O convívio com o detetive, bem com sua filha, fez com que a garota não só se interessasse pela arte lógica da investigação, mas também se tornasse uma grande admiradora de seu padrinho. Sim, pois Sherlock Holmes, havia apadrinhado a garota.

✧ Em Ethereal a garota se tornou soturna, quieta e preferia ficar sozinho no canto da luxuosa sala comunal da Armis. Trocava algumas palavras com os membros de sua casa, porém, nada que a tornasse intima de qualquer pessoa. Ninguém sabia sobre a história de sua família, não que devesse, mas seu ar misterioso e tímido trazia algumas conclusões sobre a morte de sua mãe e sua possível criação. Talvez este fosse o motivo que ela procurava se distanciar daqueles típicos adolescentes que apenas procuravam um motivo para minimizar os outro. Não que Lyla fosse exatamente uma santa, na verdade, ela carregava estereótipos da Armis que a definiam.

✧ Com o passar do tempo seu desejo de equiparar-se com o padrinho diminuiu e a jovem passou a admirar muito mais seu progenitor. Seu desejo passou de ser uma grande investigadora, a simplesmente ser uma grande médica, passando a se aproximar mais das pessoas de sua casa e até mesmo das que não eram dela. Ser forte e corajosa, como seu pai, era o seu maior pesadelo e maior desafio ao mesmo tempo, porém, ela não se deixaria rebaixar por meros sentimentos.

✧ CURA;

✧ APTIDÃO INTUITIVA.

— ✕ EXTRACURRICULARES;; ❞

Estudo de Escrituras Antigas, Alquimia e Esgrima.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Pride And Joy

(Warnings: Some angst, fluff, angst again and a little more angst)

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Daisy was tiredly sitting outside on the porch, eyes fighting to stay open, head resting against the pole she sat besides on the railing, a tiny yawn leaving her mouth as she tried to stay awake, Shane and Otis would be back soon with the medical supplies and Carl would get better, she wanted to be awake when he woke up again, she didn’t have time to tell him about how she wanted to find another deer they could both watch. She yawned once again when she heard the sound of tires screeching on the ground, her hazel eyes opening wide as she jumped off the railing and hurried inside “they’re here! They’re here! Shane and Otis are back!” she called and quickly ran back outside to see Shane limping with the supplies over his shoulder, eyes wide as the others rushed outside to get the supplies inside. “I knew you’d make it back!! I knew it!” she said with a big grin and grinned up at Hershel who wasn’t smiling, making her own smile drop “Mr. Greene?” she asked softly and he turned to her, forcing a smile “yes, you were right. Why don’t you go find the others and tell them we’re beginning now, it would help a lot” he said and Daisy nodded and ran off to where the others were beginning to set camp “they’re starting the surgery now” she announced and Dale nodded, waving her over “I found this hiding in the back of a car on the highway, what do you think?” he asked as he gave her a book that looked a bit battered but still in good condition. ‘Runaways: Vol. 1 Pride & Joy’ she grinned as she studied the front, her eyes moving back to Dale “can I give it to Carl? Please?” she asked and Dale nodded with a soft smile “of course” before he could finish his sentence she yelled a quick ‘thank you!’ and ran towards the house before anyone could stop her.

She sat on the porch steps with the book in her hands, pressed closely against her chest as she waited and waited, occasionally swaying a little as her eyes began to close, exhaustion tugging violently at her yet she stayed awake, always snapping out of it, only to fall right back into sleep. Though the second the door opened, she shot up, facing Hershel as he wiped his hands. “He seems to have stabiliz-”

“Can I see him? Can I give him this?” she asked eagerly yet with a frown on her face, Hershel giving her a soft smile before shaking his head “not right now, that’s for his momma and daddy, alright? Why don’t you sleep on the couch and you can give it to him in the morning? It’s way past your bedtime” he stated, turning to Maggie who gave Daisy a soft smile and guided her inside and to the couch, tucking her in and the second her head hit the pillow, she was out cold.

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Daisy was sitting next to Carl when she heard heavy footsteps, turning to look at her uncle who had his hand raised, ready to knock, and she grinned, getting off the chair and running over to him, hugging his legs tightly. “Hey, listen, Daisy-”

“You’re going out to look for Sofia” she stated with a smile, Daryl studying her before nodding, making her nod in return “I’m gonna stay here and watch out for Carl, I’ll be on watch duty, I promise I’ll be good” she stated with a huge grin and he nodded, a hand gently running down her hair as he smiled a little. Just a little bit. “I know, you keep ‘n eye on him, a’ight? Do what Hershel ‘n the others say, I won’t be long” he stated and she nodded “Mr. Teddy will help keep watch” she stated with determination, as though informing that more troops would arrive to save the day on the battlefield, making Daryl smirk with amusement “damn right he will” he stated, ruffling her hair before leaving, Daisy walking back to sit next to Carl on the bed, pulling out her stuffed teddy bear and laying it next to Carl’s head, keeping an eye on him, just as she promised.

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Daisy stormed into the room the second she saw him there, running towards the bed, already jumping up, mid-air when Rick caught her before she could land on Daryl, arms outstretched, expecting a hug until she was caught in the air like a bird that had just been snatched just as it’s feet had left the ground. “Easy, easy, he’s still being sewed up, you gotta be careful, sweetie” Rick stated softly as he placed her back to the ground, until Daryl slapped Hershel’s hands away the second he was done sewing him up “nah, fuck that” he muttered, reaching for Daisy and she ran to him, hugging him tightly as he hugged her. “You scared me” Daisy muttered as she hugged him tightly, Daryl wincing a little in pain but he ignored it, holding her as close as he could “shouldn’t be so easy to scare then” he muttered and she leaned away from him to slap his shoulder, a pout on her lips and he scoffed “you done?” he asked and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking down, still pouting, before nodding, making Daryl scoff “then what the hell‘re you still poutin’ for?” he asked and she smiled, this time hugging him much softer and Daryl sighed heavily, eyes closing and Rick smiled at the sight, until Daryl opened his eyes and saw it, glaring lightly at Rick “the hell’re you starin’ at?” he hissed and Rick couldn’t help but smile, looking down and raising his hands in surrender “nothin’” he muttered, looking up at Hershel who smiled at the scene.

Daisy jumped down from the bed before running around it to Hershel, hugging him tightly before stepping back “thank you, Mr. Greene” she stated in a sweet voice before walking around the bed to look at Daryl again, wincing at the wound on his head and then the one at his side, cringing a little at the sight. “What? You scared?” Daryl teased and she glared lightly at him “no!... Can I touch it?” she asked hesitantly and he shrugged “sure, if yer hands ain’t dirty.”

“But you’re dirty!”

“Then go on ‘n wash yer hands, stinky” he stated almost in a stern voice, scolding, but she just grinned and ran off, Hershel chuckling “it’s a sweet girl that you have” he complimented as he packed up, Daryl looking over his shoulder at him, almost glaring at him “she ain’t mine… she’s my brother’s” he admitted, Hershel just nodding “well, she’s a sweet little girl anyhow” he stated before leaving with Shane who waited outside with Lori, Rick nodding with a small smirk “he’s right. She’s doing well, in spite of all of this… she’s good at adapting” Rick complimented and Daryl scoffed, relaxing a little more as he laid on the bed “yeah, kinda had to… her momma was a junkie, got high with my brother and, well…” he trailed off, insinuating that the exchange led to the pregnancy, Rick nodding. “Momma was a bitch to her, kept calling her by her name even tho’ she knew she hated it… she even forgot her birthday, the day before all this shit went down” he added quietly before realizing he had just shared all of that with-... anyone in general, a scoff leaving him as he looked up at the ceiling “whatever” he grumbled, Rick staying silent before shaking his head “nah, not ‘whatever’” he stated and got up, leaving Daryl in the room just as Daisy returned, fingers clean as she ran up and got onto the bed, inspecting the wounds with a cringe. “Ew…” she muttered, Daryl scoffing at her “ew yerself” he fired back and she giggled, getting off the bed to smile at him and he almost smiled back “how’s Carl?”

“He’s not awake…”

“The hell’re you doin’ here then?” he asked with a frown and she frowned as well “thought you were supposed to take watch. You slackin’?” he asked and she hesitated before nodded, leaving the room, stopping at the doorway as he called to her. “Hey!... You doin’ good, a’ight? ‘M proud ‘f ya” he stated softly and despite not being able to roll over on his other side to look at her, he just knew she was smiling, he could hear a new skip to her step as she continued down the hall and down the stairs to Carl’s room.

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Daisy practically stormed into the tent, nearly stumbling as she did and Daryl frowned at her “the hell?”

“Can I shoot??”

“What?”

“Can I sh-”

“Nah, I heard that bit” he muttered, forcing his numb body to sit up a little more “the hell you wanna shoot for?”

“Carl’s learning. Shane says he can teach me-”

“Nah. Shane ain’t teachin’ you nothin’” he muttered bitterly, laying back down and Daisy pouted “why not? I want to learn to protect the camp! I want to look for Sophia!”

“I said no-”

“Please?” she begged, Daryl looking at her again, studying her and her damn puppy eyes, sighing heavily as he let his head fall back down onto the pillow, groaning before looking back up at her “Rick’ll teach ya-”

“Thank you!”

“You better be careful! Or I’ll kick your ass if you ain’t!” he called out after her, hearing her shout ‘I love you’ as she ran off, Daryl smirking a little “love you, too” he muttered quietly to himself before laying his head back down on the pillow.

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Daisy couldn’t help it as her tongue poked out a little bit at the right side of her mouth, one of her eyes squeezed shut as she held the revolver, arms outstretched and brows furrowed in deep concentration that made Lori smile with amusement. “Relax your arms” Rick advised, kneeling down next to her with a small smirk “there ya go, alright, now you relax as best you can and-” he was cut off as a shot rang out, the revolver smoking and when the smoke cleared, the oil can was long gone, laying somewhere with a bullet in it and Daisy gasped, eyes opening wide with a large grin on her face as she turned to Rick. “I did it!”

“Yeah, you did! Hey- woah, watch the gun” he warned with a chuckle as she moved to hug him, Daisy sheepishly retreating, putting the gun down in the grass before hugging him tightly, picking it back up and grinning at Carl “did you see that?”

“How are you so good with a gun already?” Carl whined, Lori and Rick about to tell him that he’d be good at it too when she walked over, standing right next to him, gesturing to him with one hand while the gun was in the other hand. “Show me how you are with it… see? Your arms are too stiff” she advised as though she’d done it a million times before, lifting her own gun, just like she had done before, and let Carl copy every aspect of her, eventually firing his gun and the bottle shattered, Carl and Daisy laughing and giggling before turning to Lori and Rick, both of whom looked utterly proud as the two children continued to almost advise each other, discussing what seemed like the best way to hold it, where it was most comfortable holding their fingers, if closing one eye was better than keeping both eyes open, but what Carl wanted to discuss the most was why the hell Daisy’s tongue was poking out the side of her mouth when she focused intently on something, to which she replied ‘it’s gotta be somewhere and it helps me focus’ and left it at that, Carl easily accepting the answer.

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Daisy was quiet as she walked towards the stable, having seen her uncle stumble out shortly before and she peeked her head inside, spotting Carol as she appeared to be crying. “Mrs. Carol?” The small voice snapped the woman out of her tears, her eyes locked on Daisy as she approached “it’s okay, we’re gonna find Sophia” Daisy said softly, walking closer to her and Carol forced a smile “I know we are, sweetie…”

“Uncle Daryl’s going to find her, Rick too, and Shane! Carl and I want to go out there, too, but we’re not allowed” she pouted at the last part and Carol chuckled lightly “well, we have to have someone here protecting the farm, don’t we?” she asked, Daisy smiling a little “Carl and I shot a gun today! He was really good!”

“Yeah? What about you?”

“I was good too.”

“I bet. You miss any shots?”

“Only a few” she stated with a shrug and Carol nodded with a smile, “good, we’ll need all the protection we can get” she stated softly, placing a hand on Daisy’s brown-red auburn hair, stroking it softly as Daisy smiled up at her. “He doesn’t mean it when he’s mean, you know” she spoke suddenly, Carol frowning at her before smiling “I know…”

“He’s just scared… he doesn’t want anyone else to go missing…”

“I know…” she stated softly, Carol taking her hand before leading her out of the stables.

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Wounded

(Warnings: blood, angst, a lot of more angst and some angsty angsty on top:3)

Note: part 4 of Days Gone By and last time I’ll detail it<3<3 look for the moodboard if you’re unsure if it’s part of the Days Gone By series or look for the Days Gone By tags, they’ll be uniquely in every Days Gone By story so that it’s easy to find them<3

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Daisy grinned as Carl showed her the various weapons he had just found, her hands wrapping around a machete with a big grin, showing it to Carl “how do I look?” she asked and he smiled at her “awesome! What about me?” he picked up a small axe and Daisy nodded “no walker is going to stand in our way now!” she said giggling, Carl and her laughing as they examined the various weapons until Lori showed up, taking them away from the both of them, leaving Daisy pouting, glaring at her “you’re not my momma! I want one of those weapons, I know it’s not a toy” she said stubbornly, Lori looking her up and down before sighing “go ask your uncle then” she said and steered Carl away, a frown on Daisy’s brows as she watched Carl cast a look over his shoulder before being ushered away by his mother. Daisy stuck her tongue out at Lori before turning around and walking off to the RV, climbing up on top of it and sitting down, pouting, arms across her chest as she stared at the nearby trees. Dale studied her for a few seconds before putting down his rifle and sitting down beside her on the edge of the roof, groaning as he moved down, making her look at him. “What’s with the pout?” he asked and she looked down “Mrs. Grimes said I can’t have a weapon…” she muttered and he chuckled lightly “well, you’re only a kid” he reasoned and she pouted even more “I know how to take care of myself! I know it’s not a toy, it’s a tool, I know that. My daddy and uncle Daryl taught me, I know how to fight” she said proudly and Dale smiled softly at her before nodding to himself “alright, if I find something small but handy, I’ll ask your uncle if you can have it, deal?” he asked and she nodded softly, her pout gone as she smiled up at Dale who gave her a small wink before getting up, once again groaning loudly, picking up his rifle and smiling down at her “you wanna help me keep watch? Could use some good eyes” he offered and Daisy nodded, getting up and looking out over the highway, the way they came from, while Dale kept watch the way they were supposed to be headed.

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“Dale?” Daisy asked softly, hearing him humm in response but he didn’t turn to look at her. She gulped as she watched the walkers stagger closer, more than she had ever seen before, not even the night they were let into the CDC. “Dale” she said more loudly and this time he turned, his eyes going wide as he hurriedly grabbed her shoulders and made her lay down on the roof of the RV with him, his hand softly on her head, making sure it stayed down. “Stay down, don’t move, alright?” Dale whispered and she nodded, making sure to stay low… that is until she heard a scream, from inside the RV, she raised her head but Dale quickly put a hand on her head and softly lowered it before crawling over to peek into the RV to see who was in trouble. Daisy stayed flat on the roof for a long while until she heard another scream, lifting her head and looking over the edge she saw Sophia run over the edge of the road railing and down a slope into the forest with two walkers after her “Sophia!” she screamed, about to crawl down when Dale pinned her down and put a hand over her mouth “Rick’s going after her, it’s alright” he whispered as he continued to hold her down while she kept her eyes on the spot she ran off into, whimpering as she ever so slightly tried to fight Dale’s grip and go after her. The second Dale let go she crawled down and ran over to where she last saw the weapons Carl found and grabbed the machete she liked earlier, running towards the edge of the forest until someone picked her up, spun her around and put her back down, turning her to face them and she saw Shane as he held her in place, his hands on her shoulders as she struggled against his hold “hey, hey- Delilah! You gotta stay here, you can’t run after her, Rick’s already on his way to her” Shane hurried out but she shook her head “what if she’s scared?” Daisy said with a crack in her voice and Shane sighed, took the machete from her and kneeled down, hugging her “it’s alright, princess, it’s alright. Rick’ll take care of her, alright? He’ll take care of her” he assured and Daisy nodded, turning to look at Carl who clearly wanted to go after her as well. “Carl, keep an eye on her, alright?” Shane asked and Carl nodded, walking up to Daisy and putting a hand on her shoulder, steering her away from the road railing while glancing nervously over his shoulder at Shane.

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Daisy walked through the woods with Carl, eyes on the ground with her head down as she stepped over a large, broken off branch. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re going to find her” she looked up at Carl and nodded at his words, looking down again. It wasn’t long after Carl’s words that she heard a branch snap, looking up to see a beautiful deer walk right in front of the four of them. She quietly walked closer alongside Carl, smiling brightly at the animal, her hazel eyes glancing to Carl, her smile brightening as she saw his fascination. She looked back at the deer and took a step closer to Carl, taking his hand in her own as she watched the deer with a big grin, so big her cheeks started to hurt. She let out a quiet giggle and looked over her shoulder at Rick and Shane, her hand still holding Carl’s and she couldn’t help but giggle again, looking back at the deer, admiring it. She was considering stepping closer, slowly, maybe it wouldn’t run away, she almost took a step forward but froze when she heard a shot ring out and she frowned, watching the deer fall, Carl’s hand slipping from hers, her head turning to see him fall to the ground, eyes closed, blood pooling at his chest, soaking his shirt. Daisy let out a scream and took a step back as Rick frantically kneeled by Carl’s side, holding on his chest and picking him up, getting up from the ground while Shane was pointing a gun at the stranger’s head, the one who had shot Carl. Daisy’s hand gripped the machete in her belt, eyes wide as she looked between Shane and Rick while they shouted and talked. She doesn’t remember how long she was running for, she remembered Shane telling her to go back to the highway, to her uncle, to everyone else, but she was already following after Rick as he ran towards where the farm was supposed to be. Her vision was cloudy as tears ran down her cheeks while she ran, ignoring Shane yelling at her to stop, to wait for him, to let him catch up as he made sure the stranger kept up with them.

Daisy was panting heavily as she finally reached the farm house, feeling dizzy and weak but she stayed in her spot, looking between the strangers and the bleeding Carl in Rick’s arms. “Please! He’s my best friend” she said sobbing and the oldest man nodded, allowing Rick into the house but casting a nervous glance at Daisy “not you, darlin’, it’s not something someone your age should see” he said softly and Daisy were left to sit on the step outside, crying her eyes out, knees against her chest with her arms wrapped around, head hidden away behind her knees. She wasn’t sure how long she cried but Shane arrived with the stranger who shot Carl, seeing her crying he shook his head softly and she got up, ran to him and hugged him tightly “they wouldn’t let me come with him!” she sobbed and Shane breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around her, still panting heavily from running. Shane’s eyes shut for a moment in relief that at least Carl was still alive when he was brought into the house, his eyes opening when Rick walked out, hands shaking, blood soaking his shirt with tears in his eyes.

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Daisy sat in the room with Carl, asleep in a chair on the other side of his bed, knees tucked up as her head rested on the back of the chair, her cheeks and eyes red and puffy from crying for so long, exhausted from running and sobbing she had fallen asleep while at Carl’s side. Rick had gotten up at some point and put a blanket over her, taking a pillow from a chair in the corner and softly putting it under her head so she’d at least be somewhat comfortable. Her eyes fluttered open as she heard footsteps, turning her head to see Shane walk in, giving her a weak smile before kneeling in front of her “hey, princess… Rick’s donating some blood, I’m gonna watch over Carl, it’s okay. Hershel has offered his room to you, get you more comfortable” Shane whispered and Daisy glanced at a pale and sweating Carl before yawning, her eyes closing as she shook her head. Shane nodded and sighed lightly “alright, how ‘bout the couch, hm? Does that sound good, princess?” he asked softly and Daisy nodded tiredly, Shane picking her up and walking out of the room with her in his arms, the blanket still over her as she was on the verge of falling asleep again. Shane put her on the couch and sighed at Rick who raised a brow “wouldn’t want to be too far from him, so I offered her the couch instead” he explained quietly and Rick nodded, the two of them thinking she was already asleep until she popped your head up, looking over the back of the sofa with tired, red eyes “can I give some blood too?” she asked quietly, a small chuckle coming from Rick but it was Hershel who answered, walking into the room to check on Rick and smiling softly at her “well, do you know your blood type?” he asked and she scrunched up her nose as she shook her head, Hershel nodding softly “well, then it wouldn’t work, but you’re a brave little girl for offering” he said and she smiled softly in response.

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“Daddy?... What’s going to happen to all those people in the city?” Daisy asked in a tired voice and Merle sighed heavily, tensing up as he always did when he had to answer her questions that he deemed ‘soft’. “Well, er… the government bombed the hell outta them, sweetheart” he said in a raspy chuckle and looked down at her, seeing her frown deeply and his smile instantly dropped. He cleared his throat and thought over a good answer to her question “they’re-... I-I’m sure they’re alright, sweetheart, daddy was only joking” he said quickly and she shrugged lightly, continuing to stare at the dark city that should light up like a beacon of safety. “No, they’re dead, or worse… just like momma” she mumbled quietly and Merle studied you with a deep frown, a certain sadness tainted his eyes “yer mom’s probably alright, kiddo, yer never know, some of them folks in the city might’ve survived the bombs” he tried to cheer her up but she just shrugged once again “no, they didn’t” she said and turned around, going back to the fire and sitting down next to her uncle, Merle studying her for a few seconds before sighing heavily and walking over, joining them by the warm fire, despite how low the flames were.

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Daryl hurried into the house, eyes scanning the house until he saw Daisy on the couch, eyes closed, and his heart nearly stopped but luckily Lori saw it “she’s alright, just tired. Rick and Shane said she ran all the way here with them while crying, not slowing down one bit, not even to catch her breath” she said quietly and Daryl couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head lightly, scanning her small form for any sign of injuries, but when he found none, he looked down and nodded “yeah, sounds like her” he mumbled quietly as he walked over, kneeling down and eventually sitting down on the floor next to her, his back against the couch so she’d see him when she woke up. “She’s brave, she offered to give some blood for Carl, so Rick wouldn’t have to give so much…” Lori continued and Daryl glanced at Lori before back at the wooden floor, softly nodding his head “yeah, girl got a lotta fight in ‘er…” he mumbled, his eyes glancing to Daisy’s sleeping form again and he couldn’t help his soft smile, his whole expression softening as he watched her. Lori smiled softly at the sight, perhaps they were wrong, perhaps at least one of the Dixons would be a good influence on Daisy, perhaps she really was better off with Daryl, though Lori hated to admit that she didn’t want the little girl to leave with him if Daryl decided to go off on his own.

Daisy’s eyes fluttered open and looked around, Daryl noticing and smiling softly at her “hey, ya awake, kiddo?” he asked softly and she whined quietly before sighing, sitting up and looking at Lori with hopeful eyes “Mrs. Grimes, is Carl okay?” she asked and Lori smiled softly and nodded “yeah, yeah he’s alright, he’s still asleep” she said and Daisy nodded hesitantly, looking down shyly “can I see him anyway?” she asked and Lori nodded, stretching her hand out “yeah, come on” she said and Daisy got up, hugging her uncle briefly, pretty much wrapping her arms around his head since he was sitting on the floor, and went with Lori, her small hand in hers. “Hey, Daisy, I’mma be outside, a’ight?” Daryl asked and Daisy nodded as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Daryl nodded and got up, watching Daisy enter the room, the door closing, and he walked outside, eyes surveying the area. Daisy walked over to Carl and frowned as her eyes scanned his pale body. She bent down and began to dig through her backpack that she had left in the room earlier, getting out Mr. Teddy and placing him on Carl’s chest, softly placing one of his hands over the teddy bear, “you can borrow him… just be okay… do you remember that deer? It was so beautiful… maybe one day we can see another one… maybe we can get closer, I think I would like that… just wake up, Carl… please, you can come too, when you’re better… we’ll go into the woods and look for another one...” Daisy muttered and Lori couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her hand to not let a small whimper disturb the sweet moment, her eyes watering as she frowned, looking at a tired Rick who was sleeping in the same chair he had been sitting in for an hour now. Lori looked back at Daisy and saw that she was sitting on another chair, the same one she had been sleeping in earlier, and was laying her head on the edge of the bed, eyes watching Carl for any sign of movement, vigilant of every shallow breath that her best friend took.

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How It's Gotta Be

(Warnings: Aaaaaangst and some more angst and some angsty angst on top<3)

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Daisy was quiet as she watched herself in the mirror, the bite on her neck, the scratches along her upper arm, she could still feel it’s nails digging into her like claws… it’s teeth buried in her flesh and she closed her eyes, brows furrowed as she tried to think of something else, anything else, and somehow, in some way, it worked, she felt a soft hand on her waist and when she opened her eyes again, it was Carl, looking at her through the mirror in the bathroom. Her eyes began to tear up and she turned to face him, lower lip trembling as she looked down at him, her hand coming up to hover over where his own bite was, her breath shaky as she looked up at him. “Why me?... Why me?... Why not you?...” she asked quietly, on the verge of sobbing at the thought of losing him. Unlike him, she hadn’t shown any symptoms. No fever, no pain or aches besides the obvious, no nothing. “It’s just-... how it has to be-”

“No… no” she whispered, tears starting to run down her cheeks as she leaned in, resting her forehead against his as she gently shook her head. Why her? Why not him? It should have been him. She should be feeling the symptoms, not him. In what world was this okay? In what world was this fair or right or how it was meant to be?? This isn’t how it was meant to be. This isn’t how it should be. It was wrong. Why her? Why not him?

“Hey, it’s okay-”

“No, it’s not… how am I meant to-... how? How?” she asked in a whimper, Carl cupping her face in his hands, his forehead still resting against hers, burning up and sweaty, his skin pale and she wanted to sob when she felt how warm his forehead was. Too warm. “You have to… you just-... have to, alright? Not just for me… for Judith, for Michonne and my dad and your uncle and Maggie and her baby and everyone else” as he continued to list off the names she began to shake her head, shutting her eyes tightly as a sob began to build in her, her chest burning with a pain unlike anything she’d ever felt, much worse than the bite and scratches. “It’s just-... how it’s gotta be-”

“No! No… no no no no no no no-” she was shut up when she felt his lips on hers, soft and sweet and real, like always, and she kissed him back, their first real kiss, not just on the corner of the mouth but a real one, the kiss wet from her tears and his thumbs gently stroked her cheeks so tenderly, wiping away her tears. “It is… it’s just-... it just is…” he whispered and she let out a choked sob, tears freely running down her cheeks as she shook her head. “Why me?? Why not someone useful? Someone like you! Someone good! Someone who deserves this!”

“You do-”

“No! No, I don’t! If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve even thought about going back for Siddiq, I never would have cared!”

“I don’t believe that… you hung up those squirrels and that rabbit for him. You did that. You deserve to live, and who knows? Maybe-... maybe one day-”

“‘One day’ is too late! You’ll be gone” she hissed with anger, lifting her forehead from his to look at him and he sighed, continuing to gently stroke away her tears, his touch gentle and featherlight and she let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch, brows still furrowed in mental anguish. “I can’t-.... I can’t, not without you, I just-”

“Yes, you can… For me? Please… for me” he almost begged and she let out another choked sob, wrapping her arms around him despite the pain she felt in her shoulder and upper arm, the bite right in the crook of her neck but she couldn’t care, not when she felt his arms wrap around her in return “you have to, okay? It’s how it’s gotta be… it just is” he whispered and she couldn’t help but cry into his shoulder, clinging to him, afraid he could drop at any moment, scared to watch those eyes turn pale and lifeless as he’d reach for her and snap at her, trying to rip into her flesh… she wouldn’t let it get that far. She wouldn’t.

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Daisy was grinning as she snapped the picture of Carl and Judith together, watching it slide out before taking it, shaking it as she moved to sit next to Carl, showing it to him, both of them waiting anxiously for it to show the picture, grinning as it slowly did. Carl had done everything to make her forget about his bite, trying to be as ordinary as possible, visiting Siddiq with her. She even set up a small bed for him in the sewers, ‘just for now’ she’d told him with a soft smile before leaving. Right now Carl had taken the camera from her, Judith still in his lap as he turned the camera around, intending to take a picture of her when she hid her face in the crook of his neck with a grin that she couldn’t wipe off, Carl snapping the moment anyway, both of them watching the picture pop up and Carl grinned at her as she snatched it, shaking it before looking at it, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment as the picture slowly formed and she saw herself.

“I look-”

“Beautiful… you look beautiful” Carl interrupted and she looked at him, a small smile forming on her lips as she looked away shyly, fiddling with the picture before looking back at him. “You need to shave” she stated softly, lifting her hand to run the tips of her fingers over the growing stubble for a brief second before grinning. She grabbed the camera and lifted it, intending to take a picture of the two of them together and Carl was smiling, looking at the camera but right before she took a picture, she spoke his name, making him look at her and when he did, she kissed him softly, snapping a picture when she felt him kiss her back and she withdrew from him to look at the picture and it slid up and out of the camera. Carl watched her with a smile as she shook the small picture and waited for the darkness to fade and give in to the light and shapes and colors. He knew how he looked, he’d seen himself in the mirror, but she looked as beautiful as ever in his opinion. She wasn’t pale, wasn’t sickly, her cheeks were red from slight embarrassment when she previously had her two pictures taken, embarrassed to be in front of a camera. Her auburn hair was recently washed, making it soft and wavy as it hung in a loose, long braid that almost reached her midsection, he enjoyed the sight of her. Hair washed and clean, giving way to it’s true color instead of being darkened by dirt and grime, her cheeks warm and rosy, her brown eyes sparkling and warm, a hint of something gold in them, reminding him of honey. He began to wonder how she’d look in a few years, how she’d look when she was his dad’s age… how she’d look when she was older… He wished he could see it.

He wished he could see all of it. But he couldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t. It just wasn’t in his cards.

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God, it hurt. It hurt like hell as she carried the bags over her shoulder, she wore a new shirt she had found in a drawer that went up above her collarbone, hiding the bite and scratches as she fought to not give in and drop the bags. She could do this without the bite and scratches, that meant she could do it with them too. She caught Carl by his wrist as he passed by her, their gazes locked, her heart pounding in her chest “Carl-” his lips were on hers before she could finish the sentence, tears in her eyes as she eagerly kissed him back, her eyes shut tightly as she frowned, parting from him with shaky hands “don’t die…”

“Not yet” he responded softly and Daisy let out a breathy chuckle followed by a brief sob, nodding at him “I love you…”

“I love you too, Carl” she whispered, kissing him again before they had to go their separate ways. Two minutes remaining.

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Daisy was quiet as she moved through the sewers, being careful not to splash too much water about, trying to avoid it as much as possible as she made her way over to her uncle, forcing a smile at him, her hand itching to scratch at the bite marks that had begun to itch so terribly, but she refrained from it, her eyes moving to Siddiq, giving him a gentle shake of her head when his eyes moved to where her bite was and he quickly looked down again, Daisy looking at her uncle as he glared at Siddiq “it’s okay, Carl and I brought him back…” she whispered softly, sitting down across from him, her eyes on her hands as she fiddled with her fingers, twisting them and tugging at her nails.

“Why?” Daryl suddenly asked and Daisy lifted her head to look at him, studying him before sighing “because it was the right thing to do. And I don’t regret it one bit,” she said as she looked at Siddiq “and I know Carl doesn’t either” she added, making sure that Siddiq heard her before looking back at her uncle “it was the right thing to do” she muttered softly, glancing at Carl before looking back down.

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“He’s not here!” Carl yelled as he stood on top of the walls, Daisy next to him and Negan smirked at them “well well, hold your fire everyone! It’s Carl and little miss Daisy” he spoke into the microphone “look at you two! Answering the door like a big boy - and girl. Like some old married couple who just don’t give a shit. I am so proud. Daddy’s not home, huh? What about your uncle, princess?” Negan called and Daisy sighed and shook her head with a sigh “they’re not here, asshole” she muttered the last word quietly and although he didn’t hear it, Negan sure as hell knew she said something, his smirk widening at the idea. “Well, then. I guess they’re gonna come back to a big old smokey surprise!”

“There’s families in here” Carl spoke softly yet loud enough for Negan to hear him “kids. My little sister” he added. Even in the darkness Daisy could see his beads of sweat on his forehead, her hand reaching for his subtly and he kept his eyes on Negan, not changing one bit, but his hand locked with hers. “Well, that shit just breaks my heart. There’s kids at the Sanctuary, you must’ve seen ‘em. Both of you. I remember you talked with a little girl, didn’t you, Princess? She was over the moon to meet you, her big hero, ‘the girl who lived’” he joked, referencing something she didn’t even know, her brows furrowing and Negan’s smile fell “really? You don’t know Harry Potter? What kind of shitty upbringing did you have?”

“The kind where mom and dad dealt and did drugs in front of me” Daisy scoffed, making Negan smirk again, back to his usual good mood “about that. You broke mommy’s heart when you just took off-”

“She doesn’t have a heart.”

“That may be true, but that doesn’t make it any less wrong-”

“What’s wrong is that that woman was allowed to keep a child” Daisy spat, shaking her head with a scoff, turning to look at Carl before looking back at Negan “there’s children here, just like at the Sanctuary-”

“There was a little baby at one of the outposts… wonder what happened to her.”

“We’re not like you, Negan, we wouldn’t hurt a kid!”

“So… she’s alive, then?”

“Of course she’s alive! Not everyone is as fucking depraved as you are!”

“Well well! Look who’s found her bark!!”

“I always had it, you didn’t take that from me, not that” she hissed and Negan frowned “what the hell-”

“Is David with you? Maybe your creepy doctor who wanted to massage my thighs?! Or maybe David’s waiting to finally do all the things he said he would??”

“What the hell are you talking about-?”

“You know! You know what they did to me!!” she screamed and there was a long silence, a hint of genuine shock in Negan’s eyes as he just stared at her through the darkness. “Shit… listen, princess-”

“I’m not your princess! I’m not your daughter and I’m not your little pet project or your lab rat. You knew. In some way, you knew. You couldn’t not have known! It was right in front of your face. You knew. That makes you just as bad as them…” she hissed, turning to look at Carl before looking back at Negan, the flashlights aimed at her, showing off her wet cheeks from the tears “you knew” she spat before turning to Carl, crawling down the ladder only after he gave her a small nod.

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Daisy was quiet as she walked over to Carl, kneeling down next to him, moving to lean up against him on his right side, laying on her left, her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her, careful of her shoulder and arm. “Did you tell him?”

“Did you tell him?” she asked quietly, Carl scoffing with a soft smile, already giving away the answer and she sighed. “Are you okay?...”

“No… are you?”

“No…” her eyes moved to Dwight and Carl leaned a little closer to her, his lips near her hairline, just resting there “Daisy-”

“He should die.”

“Daisy-”

“He should.”

“No” Carl whispered softly and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to not cry. She’d cry in front of him. Not in front of a Savior, not in front of the others. Just him. At least she’d try not to.

As Rick and Michonne arrived, Daisy leaned off of Carl, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up at Carl. He was burning up, sweaty, pale, his eyes red, everything about him screamed sickness and she loathed it. More than anything. More than Dwight. More than the doctor, more than David. More than Negan. “I brought him here. It’s how it happened” Carl lifted his shirt up, exposing the bite under the bandage taped over it, Daisy’s lower lip trembling at the sight but she kept her composure, as much as possible, looking up at Rick and Michonne as they both fell to their knees, Daisy looking at Carl, leaning closer, her head resting on his shoulder, a silent attempt at comforting them both before she got up, leaving him with Michonne and his dad, walking over to her uncle instead, silent tears running down her cheeks despite not wanting to cry in front of the others.

“Daisy” Carl called weakly after a while and she looked up, walking over when he smiled softly at her, walking around Rick to kneel down next to Carl, his hand weak and slow as he lifted it up, gently and carefully pulling her shirt collar aside, showing off the matching bandage, gently lifting it to show them the matching bite. “She’s going to hate what I’m about to say next,” he stated as though it was something funny that brought him waves of comfort and warmth, his hand placing the bandage back down, readjusting the shirt collar before interlocking his hand with hers “keep her safe, dad… there has to be someone out there… someone who can make something… it’s why it’s her…” he stated weakly before looking back at her “she’s going to save the world…” he muttered and Daisy let out a weak whimper, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks as she leaned her forehead against the side of his head, clutching his hand even tighter as she shook her head before looking at Rick and Michonne “I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry, I thought I got the walker in time, before-... I’m sorry” she sobbed, Carl clutching her hand a little tighter, making her look at him “it’s how it’s gotta be” he whispered softly and she shook her head, leaning closer to him, her forehead against his warm, sweaty one, her eyes shut tightly “it just is” he whispered softly and she nodded, still clinging to him as she let out a shaky breath, feeling Rick’s hand on hers, giving it a squeeze, a silent reassurance that he didn’t blame her and neither did Michonne as she gently cupped Daisy’s cheek.

This was just how it’s gotta be.

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Hungry Dogs

(Warnings: Some slight fluff at the start and then some angst, blood and some more angst at the end)

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Daisy wiped away the sweat from her brow as she panted heavily, tucking a stray strand of hair out of her face as she looked over her little ‘project’. So far, so good. She continued to use the small shovel to dig the hole and when she was satisfied with it’s depth, she put the shovel down, walking over to a log she had used a small hatched to cut down, the bark removed as she dragged it towards the hole she had made, straining, groaning as she managed to push it and drag it closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” 

She spun around at the sound of the voice, her gun out and aimed but she quickly lowered it when she saw who it was, sighing heavily “don’t sneak up on me, Carl! I could’ve shot you” she scolded before continuing to try and push the log towards the hole, Carl scoffing as he walked over, taking off his hat before helping her. They both managed to get the end of the log into the hole, using a rope and the tree the log would stand near to lift up the log, tying it to keep it in place while Daisy and Carl shoved the hole full of dirt, packing it tightly to keep the log in place. For now. “I’m-... it’s nothing” she muttered concerning his previous question and Carl frowned at her, looking up at the old treehouse “what are you going to do with it?”

“I don’t know… make it more-... durable? I don’t know, it’s a good place to stash weapons, not many people could just stumble around and find it” she admitted with a shrug as she continued to pack the dirt as tightly as possible, Carl watching her before standing up with a sigh “what are you doing out here, Daisy?”

“I’m trying to convince myself to not murder Negan” she answered honestly, looking up at Carl before sighing, getting up herself and wiping off her dirty hands on her old, tattered jeans that were barely held together by patches and duct tape. “Okay” Carl sighed, taking off his gun belt and knife, placing them near Daisy’s other things before kneeling back down, continuing to pack the dirt around the log. “Try and untie it” he ordered softly and she studied him before smiling a little, nodding to herself as she walked over to where the rope was tied securely, making sure Carl was out of the way before untying the rope, slowly letting it go, a large grin forming on her face when she saw that it held, the log staying in place “oh my god…” she muttered with a big grin, Carl sharing her grin. “So, what now?”

“U-Uhm, I-I found this old survival book a while back and I was thinking of making a ladder?”

“A ladder?”

“Yeah, it looks easy enough” she admitted with glee and a spark in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in years, a big grin on her lips as she giggled, hurrying over to grab the small hatchet and her gun, the rope still in her hand that held the hatchet. “Keep an eye out, okay?” she called before jogging off somewhere in the woods, Carl scoffing quietly with amusement as he waited for her to return. A few minutes later, she returned, dragging a bundle of smaller but reliable logs and sticks behind her, all of them quite long, almost twice her size. Probably twice his size too, the rope tied around them as she used it to drag them, a few specks of blood on her cheek and he frowned but she looked almost euphoric “there was a walker. Or two, I got them” she replied, dragging the long branches and small logs over before jogging over to his knife, grabbing it and walking back over to him, handing it to him “okay, so, the book says to peel off the bark and you can sort of peel it off like an orange? It’s what I did with that log that we just pulled up. Like this,” she kneeled down to one of the thicker, more reliable of the small logs, using the hatchet to hack a line down the wood, from one end to another before using the blade to gently pry off the bark where she had cut it, continuing along the line she had made and then she rolled the log, a big grin on her lips as it was just as she said, like peeling an orange. “See?” she asked with joy and he smiled, nodding and she walked over, showing him how to cut the bark without damaging the wood under it too much, showing him how to carefully peel and lift the bark before he could roll it off like she had done.

Both of them were sweating by the time the walkie talkie that Carl had brought with him clicked, a large grin on Daisy’s lips as she sat on a log they hadn’t pulled up yet, Carl getting up to grab the radio while Daisy grinned from ear to ear as she ate from the can she had brought, mouth full when Carl turned to her with a smirk “your uncle is back” he stated and her eyes widened. Carl grinned as she got up and gathered her things, a grin on her lips before she jogged out of the woods, Carl catching up with her after getting his own things, placing his sheriff’s hat on her head as he caught up with her from behind, making her giggle a little as they both continued towards Alexandria. Towards home.

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Daisy was quiet as she tugged on Carl’s shirt, making him look in her direction and then he saw it. Or rather, he saw him. Daisy turned her head to look at Carl, their gazes locked and she frowned, a silent question; ‘Are you sure about this?’

And he gave a brief nod, making her nod as well, sighing a little before continuing to approach as quietly as possible, both of them watching as he took out a walker. “It’s okay” Carl whispered as Daisy held onto him as he tried to step forward, Daisy hesitantly letting go and he cupped her cheek lovingly before turning back towards the guy. “Hey” he called, gaining the man’s attention and instantly he raised his hands, the bag still in his right hand as he dared to approach, slowly, as slowly as humanly possible. Daisy was about to put an arrow on her bowstring when Carl held his hand out behind him “no, no don’t” he whispered and she sighed, putting away the arrow and then the bow, raising her hands a little as she looked around, looking out for any walkers as Carl approached the man “it was my dad. They- They were warning shots, above your head. He wasn’t shooting at you” Carl assured him as he continued to move towards the man, the stranger’s eyes moving to Daisy as she remained put, looking around with a small frown, clearly keeping an eye out and Carl followed his gaze briefly before looking ahead again, smiling as he continued to walk closer “I’m Carl, and that’s my girlfriend, Delilah. She’s just-... nervous around strangers-”

“I’m not nervous!” Daisy hissed, making Carl smirk a little, trying to hold back a laugh as he continued towards the stranger “she won’t shoot you, I promise” Carl added, the man studying both of them before looking back at Carl, his knife lowered a little, but still held up. “Siddiq” he muttered and Carl nodded, looking over his shoulder at Daisy and she hesitantly walked closer, her hands raised as well, her expression was softer when she looked at Siddiq. “We brought you some food and water…” Daisy gestured to the bag that Carl had, Siddiq studying both of them with suspicion “why?” he asked and Daisy turned to Carl, the three of them interrupted when they both heard stumbling, Daisy already taking out her knife, slowly so as to not scare Siddiq. “I’m just going to take care of that walker, okay?” she asked and when he nodded, she nodded in return, looking at Carl briefly before walking over to the walker, whistling, guiding it away from Carl and Siddiq before plunging her knife into it’s skull, pulling out the knife as the walker fell to the ground and she looked around, wiping her bloody knife on her jeans before walking back to Carl and Siddiq, seeing that Carl had thrown the bag towards Siddiq and he had emptied the bottle of water, clutching it between his hands. “Thanks…” he murmured and Daisy looked at Carl, the two sharing a brief moment in silence before Daisy sheathed her knife, stepping a little closer before kneeling down to be at level with Siddiq, even though he was still a few feet away from her.

“We’re from a community, Carl and I, and his dad…” she noticed how his eyes lit up and she sighed softly “we’re going to ask you a few things… three questions… Please, answer honestly… How many walkers have you killed?...” she asked softly, Siddiq studying her with slight confusion and she nodded towards the walker he had taken out before and then the one she herself had taken out “it’s what we call them… how many walkers have you killed?”

“Why?”

“Just-... answer?...” she asked with a small wince and he studied her with slight confusion. “I know it’s hard to keep track-”

“237…” Siddiq answered her and she nodded, standing up when he did “really?”

“Give or take a couple” he muttered as he looked over his shoulder at the dead walker, Daisy smirking a little, looking at Carl who smiled at her, gesturing to her and she nodded, stepping forward again. “How many people have you killed?...”

“One…”

“Why?”

“The dead tried to kill him, but-... they didn’t…” he admitted and Daisy frowned, reaching up to scratch behind her ear but Carl caught her hand before she could touch the scar, interlocking his fingers with hers as they both shared a look before Carl looked ahead at Siddiq again. “You’re making walker traps, is that how you’ve killed so many?”

“It’s… it’s only part of it” he admitted quietly “my mom thought, or hoped, that killing them would-...” he cut himself off and Daisy sighed “that it would set them free” she finished, Siddiq nodding ever so slightly “yeah” he muttered and she looked at Carl with soft eyes, carefully sliding her hand out of his to approach Siddiq, stepping a little closer before stopping “I can’t remember how many walkers I’ve killed… I can’t remember how many people I’ve killed… but I remember why… it was all to protect my family… Carl, his dad, his sister, my uncle… everyone back home… and I remember the names of everyone we’ve lost along the way… I don’t forget their names… I write them down in a little book because I don’t want to forget why I’ve killed all the walkers I have, why I had to kill the people that attacked them…” she stated softly, looking over her shoulder at Carl before looking back at Siddiq. “We have a home… you can come back with us, if you want?”

“A-Are-... are you honoring your parents? Is that why?”

“If he was honoring his dad he wouldn’t be here, and he most definitely wouldn’t bring you back with us to our community” Daisy stated utterly amused when she gestured to Carl, turning back to look at Siddiq with a small smile “and my mom and dad couldn’t give two less shits about me, even before all of this. But the woman who helped raise me after all of this began, she would, and I know my uncle would be mad at me for being out here but he’d also know it was the right thing to do” Daisy admitted sheepishly, looking at Carl before looking back at Siddiq. “Come on. We have a ton of apple trees” she added the last bit jokingly, seeing the first real sign of a real smile on Siddiq’s lips at the joke.

Everything was quiet on the way back until they all heard growling, Daisy frowning at the sight that met her when they got closer, an arrow on her bowstring and Carl looked at her as she raised her bow, drawing the string back before lowering her bow and releasing the string without firing the arrow “they’re hunched over, I can’t get their heads. I could try moving to their side, fire from there? I should be able to take them out.”

“No, it’s too dangerous for them to just stumble towards you. We’ll sneak up from behind and-”

“Carl” she turned to face him, putting her bow and arrow down to cup his face in her hands, grinning from ear to ear “it’s not like I’ll lay myself down on the ground and ring a dinner bell, it’s just three walkers, I’ll have you, at the very least” she stated with a shrug, Carl studying her before gently shaking his head “no, we do this together, please?” he asked and she nodded with a soft smile, putting her arrow and bow away as Carl turned to Siddiq “for your mom” he stated softly. Daisy carefully dropped her backpack near Carl’s as they got closer and closer to the walkers, her knife out of it’s sheath and she looked at Carl, smiling softly at him, how focused he was on being quiet. He looked cute when he focused. As the walkers noticed them and got up, her focus was brought back on the dead ones ahead of them, her grip on her knife tightening briefly as she made sure to stay near Carl. “One each” she stated softly, looking at Carl and Siddiq to see them nod before looking ahead again.

As a walker charged at her, she held out her hands, holding it back as it growled at her, snapping it’s bloody, dead jaws at her before she managed to kick it’s leg, it’s fragile bones breaking and when it was on the ground, kneeling, she quickly thrust her knife into it’s skull, hearing Siddiq telling them that they didn’t have to do this but she quickly ran over anyway, piercing the walker’s skull with her knife from behind, freeing Siddiq, just as Carl was pushed to the ground by a walker. “CARL!” she screamed, hurriedly leaning over and plunging her knife into it’s skull, yanking it off of him with a groan, helping him up just as more walkers filled the area, one of them attacking Siddiq and Carl hurried over while Daisy killed another walker with her knife. She heard Carl and Siddiq groan in struggle and turned to look at them, a loud scream of agony leaving her soon after as she felt white hot pain burning through her shoulder, right above her collarbone where her neck and shoulder met, the walker’s hand clawing at her right upper arm to hold onto her as it’s teeth bit into her neck. Her blood poured out from the wound as Carl killed the walker and Daisy slumped forward, searing pain burning through her as she held her hand over the wound, quickly stumbling to her feet and attacking another walker that reached for Siddiq who had stared at her with shock and worry, her knife piercing it’s skull before she stumbled to the ground, holding her hand over her wound, hovering above it, her hand shaking as she groaned in pain. It hurt to be scratched, it hurt to be cut, to be shot, but this… this was different… This hurt worse than all of them combined, four nasty scratches trailing down her right upper arm as well from where the walker had gripped her to hold onto her.

A few more gunshots rang out before something touched her shoulder and she jumped back, gun out and raised, ready to shoot the walker that had grabbed her, instead she saw that it was Carl, not a walker. She quickly lowered her gun, her eyes wide, heart racing as she slowly turned her head to look at where she’d been bitten, her eyes growing even wider at the sight and she hesitantly lifted a shaking hand, her fingers barely touching the crimson liquid that poured out of her before she retracted it with a hiss of pain, staring at the blood on her fingertips with absolute horror. She slowly turned her head to look at a shocked Carl, tears starting to cloud her vision, her breath shaky as she felt like she couldn’t breathe, her lungs collapsed and she stared at the walker that Carl had killed, her blood staining it’s mouth and teeth.

“Carl?” her voice was quiet and meek, trembling, as she looked back up at him, her eyes locked onto him as he quickly kneeled by her side, carefully moving the collar of her shirt a little more to expose the bite a little, using his sleeve to gently wipe away the blood, only for more and more to come pouring out of it “it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s not that deep, okay? It’s not that deep-” he cut himself off, swallowing the lump in his throat, too hyped up on adrenaline to feel the hurt and pain in his side, his focus solely on her as she sat there, on the verge of hyperventilating as she just… stared at him… she stared at him like she was committing his face to memory, as though he’d die at any second now. Siddiq was also on the verge of panicking, guilt flooding him like a river that broke through a dam“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I didn’t-... I shouldn’t-”

“It wasn’t your choice” she finally stuttered out, voice still shaking and she shook her head, still staring at Carl before looking at Siddiq, tears rolling down her cheeks “it’s okay…” she mumbled, turning back to Carl who stared at her, tears in his eyes and she gently shook her head, forcing a smile despite the agony she felt in her shoulder and upper arm “it’s okay… it should’ve happened a long time ago” she whispered, Carl shaking his head before standing up, leaning down and helping her to her feet, throwing her healthy arm over his shoulder “no. No, we’ll get you back to Alexandria and-”

“And what, Carl?... Cut off my neck?” she asked with bitter amusement, wincing in pain “I can walk” Daisy muttered, Carl frowning at her “are you sure? I don’t mind-”

“I can walk, it’s okay” she muttered, ripping off a part of her long sleeved shirt’s left sleeve, wincing in pain as the muscles in her neck and upper right arm were strained. She used the torn piece of cloth to dab at her wounds, Carl taking over with gentle hands, carefully dabbing at the wound but Daisy stopped him after the first few times, forcing a smile at him “it’s okay” she muttered, taking the cloth for herself while Carl nodded, hesitantly stepping back “I’m okay, just-... get our things?” she asked as she leaned against a tree, Carl nodding, hesitating before kissing her sweaty forehead, Daisy’s eyes closing in bliss at the small gesture, her shoulder felt like it was on fire, Carl picking up her backpack for her, intending to wear it himself, along with his own, when Siddiq hesitantly stopped him, putting on the backpack so he didn’t have to carry both of them, just his own. “You should’ve just left me…”

“You would’ve probably died” Daisy noted and he turned to her “but if you didn’t-... if I hadn’t-... I don’t want to be any more trouble than I’ve already been… I’m so sorry… I’m so so so sorry, I never meant for anyone to get hurt-”

“We’re both responsible for you now… that’s how this works…”

“I’m sorry, Delilah-”

“Daisy” she corrected, giving him a weak smile despite the pain she felt “my friends and family calls me Daisy” she muttered and Siddiq let out a shaky breath with tears in his eyes, turning to Carl as he spoke but Daisy tuned them out, closing her eyes as she tried to steady her racing heart, the fear creeping up in her…

“Daisy… come on” Carl said softly as he walked over, Daisy nodding, wincing in pain at her shoulder before turning to Siddiq “hey, it wasn’t your fault… it wasn’t anyone’s fault except that walker” she said to Siddiq and nodded towards the dead walker that had bitten her, forcing a smile as she kept the cloth over the wound, trying to soak up some of the blood, it was no use running around smelling like bacon when surrounded by hungry dogs, after all.

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Rest

(Warnings: some angst, more angst and then a hint of fluff and then maybe a somewhat angsty ending?)

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Daisy was quiet as she sat in the RV, staring out the window, into the darkness outside, the dark trees that they passed, the abandoned dark houses, the few walkers they passed. She’d take care of them later, maybe once it was morning, they weren’t a threat with the walls up, not one lone walker, a herd, however… that was a different story. “Hey, are you okay?” Carl sat down next to her and she blinked as she returned to reality, forcing a smile as she nodded “yeah… just wish that Oceanside would have joined us… their guns wouldn’t have been the only advantage we could use…”

“They’re just scared, maybe they’ll come around.”

“I hope so, we could use the bodies, for sure” she stated with a soft smile before looking back out the window, Carl studying her with a frown “have I done something wrong?” he suddenly asked and she frowned at him, gently shaking her head “no… why-?”

“It’s just-... you’re-... different” he admitted and he took in the way she paled. She thought she had hid it better. But then again, if anyone knew her inside and out, it was Carl, at the very least. “I uh… I’m fine, just-... sometimes my head is still at the Sanctuary” she admitted hesitantly, looking back out the window and Carl frowned even more “did… something happen?”

“Yeah…” she responded after a while of silence, Carl looking over his shoulder when he felt eye burning holes in the back of his head, seeing Enid staring at him, staring at him a while longer before turning back around, Carl looking back at Daisy. “What happened?” he asked and she tensed, taking in a sharp breath, holding it before letting it out slowly, eyes closed as she did, hands clenched into fists. “A lot… just know that-... you haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… I’m the one who’s the problem, not you, I promise-”

“You’re not a problem, Daisy… I just-...” he trailed off and Daisy nodded softly, looking back at him with small tears in her eyes “I think I just need time… to-... forget… to forget all that they did to me” she whispered the last part as she looked back out the window, jaw clenched, brows furrowed as her hand reached up and gently scratched behind her ear at the old scar. “Can I-... do something?” he asked hesitantly and she looked at him, studying him before swallowing thickly, glancing at Enid who gave her a soft look from behind Carl, Daisy’s eyes returning to Carl afterwards. “I just-.. I want to tell you… I do… but I can’t-...” she sighed heavily, clearly trying to keep her composure, lower lip trembling a little and she looked away from him, biting her lower lip to keep the sobs back “I want to tell you, so you understand… but I-I-I can’t-... I-I can’t and it’s not because I don’t trust you I just-... can’t say it again… I can’t say it again” Daisy admitted through gritted teeth, as though she was angry with herself and her emotions, the way she was reacting with tears in her eyes. “I can’t-... spit it out again, I can’t… I can’t but I want you to know so you can understand but I can’t-” she cut herself off, clenching her jaw and soon Enid walked over, walking over to Daisy, lifting her hand, hovering over her shoulder before carefully and gently placing it on her shoulder, her thumb gently rubbing the area in an attempt to comfort her and Daisy shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head and standing up, about to move to the back of the RV when Enid took her hand, Daisy looking at her and then back at Carl “I can’t say it again” she admitted in a whisper, Carl watching the entire exchange with a frown and concern.

They had never been close, at least he didn’t think that they had been or were, which just confused him even more when Enid nodded as though she understood what Daisy had said without Daisy actually saying anything. She let go of her hand and Daisy moved to the back of the RV, Enid sitting down where she had been sitting, looking out the window as Carl stared at her and she sighed softly, looking back at him. “What’s going on? What happened??”

“You can’t tell anyone… she doesn’t want anyone else to know” Enid started sternly, keeping her voice quiet. It didn’t seem like anyone had taken notice of Daisy’s quiet outburst but that didn’t mean that the topic could be shouted loudly. “Since when are you two close??”

“Since she and her uncle left the Kingdom and got back to the Hilltop…” Enid admitted quietly, looking down, fiddling with her hands and Carl frowned with even more worry “you can’t tell anyone. She doesn’t want anyone to know”

Enid began again, looking up at Carl “promise me” she ordered, Carl nodding ever so slightly “I promise” he muttered softly and Enid sighed heavily. Daisy wanted him to know, so he could understand, so he knew why and knew that he hadn’t done anything wrong, that it wouldn’t be his fault, that he wouldn’t be the reason for anything she’d say or do or how she felt.

He needed to know, in Daisy’s opinion, but the words were like poison on her tongue… like a curse where she was unable to move her tongue to speak the words again.

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It didn’t take long for them to reach the gate, Rosita pulling it open and the second the RV stopped, Daisy exited from the back, daring to glance in Carl’s direction, a sad look on his face as he watched her exit the RV quickly, Enid following close behind, carefully putting a hand on her shoulder in silent comfort before removing it when Daisy looked at her, giving her a soft smile. Daisy glanced at Carl before looking back at Enid, Enid noticing the quick glance and she sighed softly “it’s okay… I told him to just-... give you time and space…”

“What’d you say?”

“That while you were with the Saviors they-… wanted to do things to you…” Enid admitted as they both walked towards Rosita with the others, Daisy nodding, forcing a weak smile. “Thanks…” Daisy muttered, Enid nodding softly at her. Daisy frowned as Rosita looked at her with sad eyes “what?” she asked softly, Rosita swallowing thickly “there’s someone here” she stated after Jesus had asked where Sasha was. “Who is it?”

“Just-... come” Rosita stated weakly, a hint of apathy masking sadness in her eyes and Daisy frowned. She trusted Rosita, so she knew Rosita wasn’t trying to trick any of them. As she led them to the cell, Daisy’s frown only deepened, her eyes moving to Carl but the second he looked at her, she felt a hint of shame and guilt, making her quickly look away again. Once she saw who it was, and once her uncle saw it, everyone tried to restrain Daryl from killing him right away, allowing Daisy to sneak by, her knife out as she pushed Dwight against the wall, the knife at his throat as she glared up at him with utter hatred. “Daisy-... Daisy!” Rick tried while also trying to keep Daryl in place but it fell on deaf ears as Daisy just pressed the knife closer to his throat “give me one good reason…” she demanded harshly, the blade so close that it almost cut the skin “he says he wants to help us-” Daisy scoffed loudly at Rosita’s words, looking at her with tears in her wide eyes “help us?! Help us?!? He tortured my uncle!! He let Negan hand me over to that doctor!! Help us?! The only way he could ‘help’ us would be if he tore out Negan’s throat as a walker!” Daisy screamed as she looked back at him, Dwight frowning at her “I’m sorry-”

“BULLSHIT!!... You knew… David told me that you knew! That everyone knew and no one cared!” she screamed again, Dwight shaking his head with confusion “knew what-?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT!! You even took me to the doctor one time when Negan was too busy screwing your wife!”

“Delilah!”

“You took me to him!! I told you, I asked you not to!! But what was it you told me?! ‘Just do what you’re told.’” she remembered, lower lip trembling and she pressed the knife even closer to his throat, a small trail of blood running down his throat. Just a small one. “You knew” she whispered harshly, her arm moving to cut Dwight’s throat when a hand caught her elbow, making her turn and look at Carl with wide eyes, unaware of the tears that ran down her cheeks. “Daisy-”

“He knew!” she snapped, Carl glancing at Daisy before gently moving his hand to hers, carefully and gently prying the knife from her hands. “Come on” he whispered, nodding towards the door and she turned around to walk out. “I’m sor-” Dwight didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, Daisy’s fist colliding with his nose, knocking his head back into the brick wall behind him and he groaned in pain, blood covering his hand as he held his nose, Daisy glaring at him before storming outside. The second she was outside she fell to her knees, unable to keep whatever was left in her stomach where it should be. She felt it creep up her throat and suddenly it was on the ground in front of her, that horrible taste filling her mouth as she felt cold yet she was sweating. She flinched when someone touched her shoulder and she stumbled back, eyes wide to see who it was but she relaxed when she saw that sheriff’s hat and that calming blue eye of his. She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes briefly before opening them, a hand over her mouth as she gently shook her head, staring ahead at nothing in particular. “He’d-... touch me…” she finally admitted, turning to look at Carl, her jaw clenched as she placed her hands on her hips, feeling her legs restlessness, wanting to pace but she looked down instead “he’d… touch my thighs… tell me things… and David-” she scoffed with a bitter smile on her lips, looking up as tears formed in her eyes “David did a lot of things… he’d pin me against a wall… whisper things in my ear about me… about my body…” she admitted further, watching carefully as Carl stepped closer, a hand slowly reaching out to her, watching to see if she pulled away and when she didn’t, he placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling her carefully crumble and fall into his arms, allowing him to hug her tightly and she didn’t feel… bad… not like the last time he hugged her. She felt good. Warm… safe…

She leaned away from him and wiped her eyes, sniffling quietly, though she tried to hide it “I’m sorry, I just-”

“Don’t. It’s not your fault” Carl quickly interrupted and the tears returned to her eyes as she looked at him, pressing her lips together in a firm line to not sob as she nodded ever so slightly. “Would-... would it be possible for me to move back in with you guys? Just for a little while?” she asked with a wavering voice and Carl nodded, taking her hand and calmly walking back home with her, leading her up to her old room, the room completely bare except for a mattress, some covers and a few pillows. “They took everything?” she asked quietly with a frown, Carl nodding “yeah…” he muttered and she let out a shaky sigh, moving to sit on the mattress, Carl sitting down next to her. He studied her before taking off his hat, putting it on her, smirking as it seemed to make her smile as she lifted it since it was too big for her. “You know, you’ve been shot too, you’ve got as much right to wear that as anyone” he stated and she chuckled, taking it off and studying it, dusting it off a little before looking back at him. “I’m tired but-... I don’t-... want to be alone” she admitted in a whisper, Carl studying her before laying down on the mattress, opening his arms and Daisy laid down next to him, her head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her shoulder, his hat placed next to the mattress on the floor. It didn’t take long before he felt her relax, her body less tense than when she first laid down and when he looked down, her eyes were closed, steady breaths leaving her slightly parted lips and Carl softly and gently kissed the top of her head, careful to not wake her up, holding her a little tighter before falling asleep himself.

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Carl woke up before her, looking down at her, studying her, admiring her, and she seemed peaceful. And tired. Like now that she was finally relaxing, all of the exhaustion made itself known, taking over and commanding her to stay asleep for as long as it required. He got the sense that she hadn’t slept more than what was necessary to stay sane since the night she possibly saved his life and arm by offering herself to the Saviors. He couldn’t help but smile a little when he saw a small wet spot on his shirt where her mouth was. She had drooled a bit. Maybe he should have been disgusted but all he could do was smile softly, she looked adorable… and perfect… he dared to lift a hand, gently tucking a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and she moaned quietly as though she was dreaming, brows furrowing and he was afraid he’d disturbed her, or worse, done something wrong, touched her in a wrong way, but instead she nuzzled closer to him, letting out a heavy sigh as her face was buried in his neck, her breath tickling his skin ever so slightly and he felt… warm… happy…

He had been happy before, of course, but this was… unfamiliar… unfamiliar yet good and familiar at the same time. Was this how his dad and Michonne felt around each other? Was this how his dad and mom had felt around each other? Whatever it was, it was beyond nice. It was comfort personified. The door to the room opened and he quickly looked away from her and to the door, a finger over his lips as his dad had poked his head in, looking for him, his mouth open as he was about to speak but he closed it when he saw her. “How long has she been asleep?” he asked in a whisper, carefully walking inside, leaving the door ajar before sitting down on the floor next to the mattress, Carl shrugging as much as he could without waking her up “I don’t know… I fell asleep too” he admitted sheepishly and Rick smiled at him, looking back at Daisy “how’s her nightmares?”

“I didn’t hear her or feel her move at all… I don’t think she had any” Carl admitted and his dad raised his eyebrows in slight shock “really? Daryl and Maggie said she has them every night…” Rick noted and Carl looked down at her, smiling softly at her and Rick smiled at his son. “What time is it?”

“It’s six, you both slept through the night in here…” he admitted and Carl nodded ever so slightly. He was about to respond when both of them heard a quiet groan, looking down at Daisy who had her brows furrowed as she let out a heavy, almost dramatic sigh before opening her eyes, blinking before looking around, unmoving, and she noticed Rick, her frown deepening. “Mornin’. Mind if I borrow your pillow for a few hours?” Rick teased and Daisy looked up at who she was laying on, sitting up as straight as a board with wide eyes and burning red cheeks, Rick trying to hide his smile of amusement while Carl sat up and smirked at her. “What time is it?”

“Six in the morning-”

“I slept? Through the night?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… what happened to-... to Dwight? Is he still in the cell? We could use him for information-”

“Hold on, hold on…” Rick held up a hand to stop her, sighing softly as he looked down briefly before looking back up at her “Dwight’s not here-”

“What?”

“Daisy-”

“What do you mean ‘he’s not here’??”

“Delilah, he wants to help-”

“Bullshit he does!” she snapped, Rick sighing heavily “do you know who let you and your uncle out?” he asked and she frowned, studying him before gently shaking her head “n-.... no….”

“His wife” Rick revealed and Daisy frowned again “she let you both out, she got you your things, she’s the reason why you both could get away from the Saviors” he added and Daisy frowned even more, looking away from him as the gears in her head turned. After a while, she got up, adjusting her shirt a little “I should have killed him in that cell” she muttered as she walked out of the room, Rick sighing heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as Carl picked up his hat. “I’ll talk to her-”

“Later, alright? You and I gotta go out, find some gas or something” Rick muttered as he stood up, Carl following and he nodded “she can come with us, maybe hunting and being out there will help her get a bit better” he stated, Rick studying him before nodding “alright, convince her” he stated, patting his son on the back once as he passed by him, Rick pinching the bridge of his nose again. He was getting too old for this. At least that’s what it felt like sometimes.

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Revenge

(Warnings: There’s going to be hints at a topic of SA, that’s the biggest warning I think)

A/N: SA, as I’m sure many of you know what that stands for, comes in many forms, unfortunately. I might use a few cringy words but I want to draw attention to this so bear with me; SA is not just penetration. It is any sexually physical interaction that you are not willing to participate in. It can be someone groping you (which is also sexual harassment, not that that is any better than SA, of course), or it can be someone touching you in a way that alludes to anything sexual that you don’t want and have said no to, such as someone touching your thigh, backside, chest, etc. and they don’t stop when you say no or try to push them away, and it is never okay. If you have experienced anything uncomfortable, it doesn’t matter if you think you’re overreacting or people won’t believe you. If you are uncomfortable, DO NOT STAY QUIET. I understand, personally, that it can feel like maybe things aren’t as bad as they could be, that it could get worse if you tell someone, but I can assure you, from personal experience, that it won’t get better either if you don’t speak up. Have courage and faith in yourself. Find your strength and be your own hero, all of you deserve happiness and comfort. If someone makes you uncomfortable, tell someone, maybe they’re not aware that they’re making you uncomfortable, or maybe they’re aware and in that case, telling someone is the best thing you can do for yourself because it means that they don’t care for your comfort if they know they’re making you uncomfortable and always remember that consent can be taken back AT ANY TIME!! You can always say no, even if you at first said yes. Always take care of yourself first. It’s your comfort first, then other’s. Speak up because if they’re doing it to you, you may not be the only one. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, then do it for someone else. Help them and yourself at the same time. If your comfort doesn’t matter to you, then focus on other people’s comfort if that’s what it takes for you to be brave. That’s what made me step forward after it had happened to me, the only thing I regret is how long it took me to do so. I love you all and please take care of yourselves, you deserve all the love in the world!<3

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Jim.

Jacqui.

Amy.

Andrea.

Patricia.

Otis.

Shane.

Patrick.

Dale.

Sophia.

Beth.

Hershel.

Bob.

Axel.

T-Dog.

Lori.

Merle Dixon.

Tyreese.

Jimmy.

Oscar.

Zach.

Karen.

David.

Ryan.

Chloe.

Owen.

Greg.

Charlie.

Mr. Jacobsen.

Mrs. Keller.

Mrs. Hanzon.

Mr. Morgan.

Tilly.

Mary-Beth.

Sadie.

Abigail.

John.

Arthur.

Owen’s mom.

Henry.

Noris.

Dr. S.

Mika.

Lizzie.

Noah.

Reg.

Carter.

Deanna.

Sam.

Jessie.

Ron.

Mickey.

Denise.

Abraham.

Glenn.

Olivia.

Aiden.

Spencer.

Nicholas.

Benjamin.

She was quiet as she sat on the ground outside. It was night, Maggie and the others were grilling but Daisy had sneaked off, she wasn’t sure if they had noticed or not, not that she particularly cared, all she could focus on was the two graves in front of her, the small dirt mounds. All those names, she didn’t even know everyone’s full name, especially not from back at the prison, ‘Mrs.’ or ‘Mr.’ was all she had to go by, or someone’s mom or dad, but she never forgot them.

“Daisy…?” she looked up from the graves, squinting through the darkness to see Enid walk over, a plate in her hand as she dared to inch closer, sitting down on the ground next to her, putting the plate between the two and Daisy picked up the meat, hesitantly biting into it, only to stare at it with a frown. “What? Y-You don’t like it? Maggie said that-”

“It’s rabbit” she mumbled, Enid frowning at her through the darkness “you-... you can taste that?”

“It’s the first thing I ever caught that Maggie tasted” Daisy admitted, giving Enid a soft yet forced smile before looking back at Glenn’s grave, Enid studying her before looking down “do you love Carl?”

“Do you?”

“No. I mean, not in that way…” she admitted, Daisy nodding ever so slightly, keeping her eyes on the grave “I do” Daisy answered Enid’s original question, Enid giving her a soft smile “I tried to stop him…”

“I know, thank you” Daisy mumbled with a faint smile, sighing softly as she put the meat back on the plate, her smile fading as she thought of the Saviors… David… and the doctor…

“What is it?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing-”

“You don’t have to do that, you know… not with me… I-I mean, if you want, you don’t have to but… you know?” she assured softly, Daisy turning to look at her in the darkness, studying her before looking down. “I’ve never really-... my momma was high more often than she was sober… my daddy didn’t care about me… I didn’t really go to school… I-... w-what I’m trying to say is that I-... I’m not used to talking to someone… I can talk about things but I can’t really talk about things…” she admitted, Enid giving a brief scoff of amusement “me neither… maybe that’s why we could talk about things?”

“Maybe…” Daisy stated with a faint smile, looking down before looking back at the grave, her brows furrowing, tears forming in her eyes and Enid noted how she pulled her knees to her chest, as though trying to shield herself, cut herself off, block any access to her body. “Back there… where I was… it was-.... I hate all of them, Enid… I hate all of them” she muttered with spite, her body shaking with anger “but I hated those two the most” she added in a quiet tone and Enid frowned, making Daisy sigh softly. “There-... there was a doctor back at-... t-they call it the ‘Sanctuary’…” Daisy muttered, Enid staying silent as she watched Daisy, how uneasy she seemed “he-... I-I’m immune, Enid” Daisy admitted, Enid nodding with a soft smile “I know, and I don’t care. I mean, of course I care. I just-”

“No, I know what you mean. Thank you” Daisy stated quietly before sighing “this doctor, he, understandably, wanted to-... see how far my immunity goes… he convinced Negan that I should be-... scratched… I have two other scratches but-... he said it should be on my thigh… he decided where… so-... every time he wanted to see how it was healing, I had to-” Daisy cut herself off, jaw clenched in anger and disgust, tears in her eyes “he’d-... touch my thighs… massage them… he’d tell me how ‘good’ I was being. How ‘well’ I was healing… how ‘special’ I was…” Daisy muttered with disgust, shaking her head to try and make the nauseous feeling go away. “He’d take my blood almost every other day… he’d poke me with a needle and he’d smile that disgusting smile whenever he saw me cry. Afterwards… he’d give me a lollipop and stroke my hair and-” she pressed her lips tightly together, tears running down her cheeks, her fingers digging into her arms, creating crescent shaped marks that almost drew blood, her body shaking by now as she tried to play it off as anger when in truth it was fear. “I can still hear his voice, both of them… feel that doctor’s hands on my thighs… feel David’s hand on my shoulder and in my hair…” Daisy muttered with disgust, flinching when a hand was on her shoulder but she quickly relaxed when Enid pulled her into a hug, Daisy slowly letting herself hug Enid back and once she did, she began to openly sob, burying her face in Enid’s embrace. “It’s okay…”

“I keep hearing his voice… I feel his hands and every time I look at Maggie I see Glenn and when I look at Sasha I see Abraham and then I hear his damn voice again, over and over and over and- D-David he’d-... t-touch me… he’d sniff my hair when I walked by, he’d-... touch my shoulders… he’d lean in really close and whisper in my ear and he’d touch my shoulder and down my arms and my hair a-a-a-and-”

“He’s not here. I promise” Enid whispered, Daisy nodding into her embrace, continuing to sob, both of them unaware of Maggie that had walked over to ask if everything was alright and if they needed something, tears in her eyes as she watched them, a sick feeling taking over and she knew it wasn’t from the baby she was carrying, this wasn’t that kind of sickness, it was a disgusted feeling of pure anger and rage and an urge for revenge.

Yeah…

Revenger definitely sounded quite good right about now.

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“Nah, see, gotta get that one first, okay? That one right there” Daryl pointing to a tiny cog inside of the gears of her compound bow, Daisy scoffing “who the hell makes something that small?!”

“Language” Daryl scolded softly, Daisy scoffing with a smirk, shaking her head as she continued to try and map her new bow out in her head, if ever she needed to put one back together… or sabotage one if the Saviors used one…

Her focus shifted as there was an alarm being rung, the Saviors coming closer and Daisy’s eyes widened as she looked at her uncle who grabbed her hand as Enid ran over “where’s Maggie?”

“Come on” Enid hurried, Daisy quickly packing everything that could be seen as hers before following after her uncle and Enid, the three of them finding Maggie, Enid guiding them around a corner just as the cars drove in through the open gates, Daisy feeling her heart race as she hurried down the steps and into the pantry, Daisy being the last one to enter “Enid-”

“I’m okay” she assured, Daisy nodding before hurrying down the steps so Enid could close the shutter doors, Daisy making sure that Maggie was backed up and deep into hiding, Daisy hiding her bow and arrows before getting out her knife, looking at her uncle in the darkness before looking back at Maggie, her eyes moving through the darkness to where she knew Maggie’s stomach was, Maggie quickly cupping her cheek “we’re all fine” she whispered and Daisy nodded, letting out a shaky breath before composing herself. “Uncle Daryl!” Daisy whispered harshly when Maggie didn’t seem to get his attention, his head turning to look at them and she waved him over, finally convincing him to slink back into the darkness with them to hide.

Her heart was in her throat as she watched the door open and the man enter, picking up a bucket and placing it by the doors before looking around, her grip on her knife firm, her palms sweaty as she had her mouth open a little bit on purpose so it made less sound when she breathed, taking light, even breaths through her mouth, her throat felt dry and her lips felt chapped as she stayed behind the shelf with Maggie behind her and her uncle in front of her. Until she saw that the man was carrying Enid’s knife.

The second she saw that knife on the man’s belt, she felt like her lungs couldn’t get enough air in them. Not another person. No one else. She couldn’t lose someone else. Without even realizing it, she slowly advanced once the man had his back turned, unaware that her uncle was doing the same thing, but Maggie had to wrap an arm around each of them to stop them, and it worked, the man leaving the room after taking what he wanted, the door closing and the second she heard the outside shutter doors close, she let out a shaky breath, shaking her head as she clutched her knife even tighter “that was Enid’s knife…”

“Daisy-”

“It’s Enid’s knife, it doesn’t belong to him” Daisy muttered sharply, moving out from hiding to check the door with her uncle, Maggie’s voice distant and muffled as all Daisy could think about was why he had that knife. Why did he have Enid’s knife? She was so busy staring out a hole in the door, keeping watch, that she hadn’t noticed that her uncle was crying, she only noticed when she saw Maggie hug him out of the corner of her eyes. She turned to look at them, Maggie looking at her with sad eyes, reaching out a hand as she hugged Daryl and Daisy watched that hand before looking back out the hole in the door, hesitating before sighing softly, grabbing Maggie’s hand that was still outstretched and Maggie pulled her into a tight hug just as she parted from Daryl, Maggie was about to stroke her hair when she remembered yesterday night… what she heard… and instead she just hugged her.

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Too Fast

(Warnings: This is pretty angsty, I’m sorry my lovelies<3 I don’t think there’s any major fluff in this)

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Daisy was quiet as she sat on the couch, staring out the window, legs tucked up to her chest, a frown on her face. Her entire posture was almost… defensive… it made Daryl’s stomach turn to think about why. He knew she was a defensive, closed-off person by default, hell, she was Merle’s kid, of course she was defensive and closed off. And maybe a bit aggressive. Most definitely passive aggressive. But she’d never been so… defensive… not in the way that she was trying to shield herself from something, not something that was physical or could be stopped in any way, which is why it worried him. What could she be trying to defend herself from? He knew it had been worse for her at the Saviors’ than what she let on and told him, but had it been that bad…?

“Is she okay?” Carol asked quietly, Daryl gently shaking his head as he shrugged “don’t know…”

“What happened?”

“Lotta stuff” he mumbled, looking down and away from his niece who sat across the room by a window, looking out into the night, far away in her own little troublesome world. “Stuff like what?”

“Don’t matter now, she’s outta there…”

“Daryl-... the way she’s almost-... shielding herself…” Carol trailed off, looking at Daisy with concern. She’d sat like that before. Trying to close herself off after her husband… whether it’d be that he yelled and screamed or threw his fists at her. As the topic drifted, it didn’t take long for Carol to be unable to hold back, begging Daryl to tell her if the Saviors had come, if anyone had gotten hurt, if they had been the reason why Daisy was clearly hurting in some way, tears running down her cheeks, the two of them so focused that they hadn’t heard Daisy get up and walk over. “Everyone’s okay. Maggie’s baby is okay. She got a little sick but they’re both okay now, there’s a doctor at Hilltop and he took care of her” Daisy stated softly as she sat down on a chair by the small table, Carol looking at her before looking at Daryl, desperate to know if it was the truth or not and after Daryl glanced at his niece, he nodded and looked down. “‘S ‘aight” he muttered, Carol letting out a relieved sob. “Maggie’s staying at the Hilltop, just until she gives birth” Daisy added to lighten Carol’s mood and it worked, Carol smiling at her “is-.. they’re both okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, they’re fine… The Saviors, they uh… they came, we made a deal with them, just like the Kingdom and Hilltop, everyone back home is alright” Daisy stated with a soft smile and Carol nodded with a grin, looking down in relief as more tears ran down her cheeks at the good news, Daisy looking at her uncle when Carol couldn’t see it, Daryl giving her a soft nod of approval, approving of her lie. Daryl awkwardly cleared his throat and tapped a little on the table “are we gonna eat or…? I gotta be a king around here to get some food?” he asked jokingly with his dry humor but Carol laughed as she wiped away her tears “shut up” she muttered, stoking the fire a little before getting up to get some food, giving the top of Daisy’s head a kiss on the way past her.

As they ate, Carol barely managed to eat anything herself, watching with a grin as both Daisy and Daryl ate the stew she had served. They both wiped their mouths with the back of their hands, wolfing down the food, an unspoken compliment to the woman who made it, telling her it at least tasted well enough for them to keep eating, not that Daisy ever really turned down food so long as she knew it wasn’t poisoned. She smiled softly at Daisy, she had grown so much already, at least in Carol’s eyes. She was a woman almost, fourteen, almost fifteen if she remembered correctly. Her auburn hair was long, even as it was tied up in a lazy ponytail. It was a bit greasy, proving that it had been a while since she had cared enough to wash it, much to her joy, proving that not all things had changed after she left. She had grown a little heavier in stature, she was still a small, quick little thing, but she didn’t look as thin as before, she had begun to truly believe that she didn’t have to hoard food out of fear of being cut off at some point, allowing herself to eat full meals and not just small ones to keep going. She also seemed happier, despite the new sadness in her eyes, a sadness Carol loathed that she recognized a little of.

Carol gave Daisy a tight hug before allowing them to leave after they’d finished eating, Daryl hugging her afterwards, having turned around to do so before joining Daisy on their way back to the Kingdom. Daryl soon caught up with her, walking alongside her, at first it was in silence but he could see that she was deep in her own thoughts, and he knew why. “It was the right thing to do” he stated and she sighed, already knowing what he was referring to, nodding a little “I know…”

“So don’t feel guilty ‘bout it.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. I can tell” he admitted and she sighed, looking up at him through the darkness before looking ahead again “I know” she muttered, Daryl wrapping an arm around her briefly, giving her a side hug as they both walked before letting go of her again.

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“Hey, Delilah!” she spun around at the familiar voice, frowning at Benjamin as he jogged to catch up with her “how are you?”

“Why?”

“Just-.. making conversation. I’m going out today with the king and a few others” he stated with the same cheery tone, making her frown even more “I’m… good” she decided after hesitating, about to turn around when she stopped, sighing softly. She could almost feel him next to her, smiling at her, she could almost hear him.

‘You could at least try to be civil.’

He said and she could feel the shade that the shadow of his sheriff’s hat cast and she turned around, forcing a polite smile. “How are you?” she asked stiffly, Benjamin smiling a little, like he was trying to hold back a laugh as he nodded “I’m good, thanks” he stated and Daisy hesitated before clearing her throat awkwardly. Right. Civil. How the hell was she supposed to do that?

“I uh, saw your brother train with a stick…” she stated awkwardly, Benjamin nodding with a smile “yeah, he’ll be better than me soon.”

“You’ve had more time to practice” she stated casually, crossing her arms over her chest after adjusting the backpack she had on and he shrugged “yeah, I guess… hey, I was wondering… maybe once we get back, you could show me how to shoot a bow? I-I can’t do it and I think it’s a good idea that I learnt” he asked nervously and she frowned, studying him “why are you nervous?”

“Because I like you?... I-I kinda thought you already knew that” he admitted and she frowned even more “how am I supposed to know that??”

“I-I don’t know, you just-... seem to know everything… you observe everything…” he stated with a nervous smile and her eyes widened a little, still frowning as she stared at him before looking away “you won’t shoot mine. Find your own first when you get back” she ordered harshly and with that, she spun around, almost glaring at someone, someone who wasn’t really there, she knew that, “civil” she muttered with a scoff, she could feel the way he’d smirk at her.

‘You’ll get it. One day.’

“You wish” she muttered to herself, a small smile on her lips as she continued to walk away from Benjamin, not particularly interested in if he’d heard her talking to herself or not. She jogged up to her uncle once she saw him, a smile on her lips “I’m going over to Carol’s, I’ll be back before it’s dark, promise-”

“What? Nah, you ain’t goin’ anywhere” he stated as he got up from the steps he was sitting on, fiddling with his new crossbow, and Daisy sighed heavily “please?” she asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes and he sighed heavily, looking up at the sky before looking back at her “you better be back, we goin’ to the Hilltop and I don’t wanna start walkin’ in the dark” he muttered and she grinned, nodding “I will, I just have to show Benjamin how to stand with a bow before we leave and then I’ll be ready! Promise!” she called as she jogged towards the gate and he scoffed, sitting back down, shaking his head. Too fast. Everything was happening too fast. It felt like yesterday that she stood at the steps to the rundown house he and Merle stayed in, having snuck out while her mom was high, and now she was almost (almost) fourteen, going outside the walls to visit someone, knowing that a scratch wouldn’t do anything but draw a little blood from her.

Time had passed by too fast for his liking.

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She smiled as she saw Carol outside, carrying a bucket and a small pack of something, barely bigger than her hand. “Carol!”

“Daisy?? How-... you didn’t trip my wires-”

“They’re easy to spot” Daisy admitted as she stopped outside of the gate, Carol sighing heavily, getting up and walking over, arms crossed over her chest as she met her at the other side of the gate but didn’t open it. “Does your uncle know you’re here?”

“As long as I get back before it’s dark” she admitted with a shrug and a smile, Carol feeling her own lips tug upwards a little and she unlocked the gate, letting her inside “you know, I got out here to get away from everyone” she reminded her as she walked back to where she were before, picking up a seed packet and opening it, carefully laying out some of the seeds on top of the overturned bucket, taking her gardening tool and Daisy dropped her backpack and weapons before kneeling down, helping her make a small line in the dirt for the seeds, making Carol smile. “I know… I just-...” Daisy trailed off, clenching her jaw as a wave of disgust flooded her, Carol studying her before nodding “okay… well, help me plant some things and then head back, deal?”

“Deal” Daisy agreed with a big grin, Carol chuckling lightly, shaking her head at her “you’re adorable” she muttered, Daisy blushing a little, the two continuing to plant in silence and comfort. “I kissed Carl…” she admitted suddenly, Carol looking up at her with wide eyes, making Daisy smile with red cheeks, looking down again. “You what?”

“I kissed him. I-I mean it wasn’t right on the lips! Not really… more like… the corner of his lips…”

“About time!” Carol laughed, making Daisy’s cheeks grow even more red as Carol just stared at her, “what??” Daisy asked in a mumble.

“When?” Carol asked with a smirk, Daisy’s grin widening until it suddenly fell when she remembered what happened shortly after, her brows furrowing as she cleared her throat and looked back at the ground, continuing to plant the seeds “uh, a while ago” she muttered quietly, Carol’s smile fading and just as she was about to ask what was wrong, they both heard the distant roar of an engine, the two sharing a quick glance before both of them got up, Daisy picking up her new compound bow, nocking an arrow and looked back over her shoulder at Carol. “Could it be your uncle?”

“He’d walk” she muttered and Carol nodded “go inside-”

“I’m fourteen-”

“In four months-”

“Is everyone but me keeping track of that?” she asked with utter confusion and shock, Carol smirking a little “apparently” she admitted and Daisy scoffed with a smile that she tried to hide, readying herself for the approaching vehicle, as did Carol when she realized that Daisy wasn’t going to let her take on whatever was happening on her own. “That’s one from the Kingdom” Daisy muttered as it came to a sudden spot outside of the gates, Daisy dropping her weapons as she and Carol bolted for the gate, Daisy opening it as Carol led them inside, the door being broken down as someone was being carried inside, Daisy grabbing one of the guards she’d seen once or twice “what happened??”

“The Saviors-”

“Fucking assholes” she growled before he could finish, hurrying inside to see what had happened and who was hurt, all color draining from her face when she saw who it was. “It’s okay… it’s okay-”

“Like hell it is! Shut up!” Daisy snapped at Benjamin as she hurried over, ripping off her belt as Carol gave her an iron poker from the fireplace. “Step aside” she ordered Ezekiel and he did as told as Daisy and Carol began to try and help, Daisy started to try and make a tourniquet with the belt and iron poker while Carol tried to press down on the wound “it’s too much, I can’t stop it” Carol admitted to her and Daisy sighed, straining as she began to twist the tourniquet, Benjamin crying out in pain “it’s an arterial bleed… how long ago? What happened?!”

“The Saviors… they shot him” Richard’s words made her halt completely, her eyes wide as she stared at him, her chest bubbling with utter rage “how long ago?”

“A few minutes” Morgan answered and Daisy felt her face burn hot with anger. “Ezekiel, take over! I mean-... sir-” she was cut off as he did as she said and she nodded her thanks before grabbing Richard, throwing him outside of the cabin, slamming the door once the two of them were outside. “What did you do?”

“It was supposed to be me…”

“What. Did. You. Do?!”

“It was supposed to-”

“You son of a bitch!!” Daisy screamed as she threw her fist at him, she had to stand on the tip of her toes, but it didn’t make her punch hit any less hard, making Richard stumble back a little. “They can still save him-”

“NO THEY CAN’T! It’s an arterial bleed! Are you a fucking idiot?! If it’s an arterial bleed he only had literal minutes, five, maybe ten at most since it’s in the thigh!!...” she screamed, unaware of the tears in her eyes, even though her vision was blurred. “He was GOOD!!... He was INNOCENT!!” she added with anger, continuing to shout and yell at him. “What was his name?”

“W-What…?”

“HIS NAME!!” she screamed, punching his side as best as she could, shoving him. “Benjamin Sutton” they both turned at the sound of the voice, seeing Morgan with some blood on his pants and an empty look in his eyes and Daisy couldn’t help but let out a small sob as she nodded “Sutton” she muttered to herself before looking back at Richard. “You couldn’t hold it, could you? You just had to. You just HAD to, didn’t you?? Whatever you did, I hope it was worth it to you because that just cost you a life. You thought it’d be your own?! THEY WOULD NEVER DO WHAT YOU WANTED!! Why would they have chosen you?! You wanted it! So why would you ever think they’d give it to you?” she asked through a sob, shaking her head at him, pushing past him to her backpack. She scrambled through it, found a small notebook with a pencil and stormed back over, thrusting it into his bloody hands “write his name” she growled, watching the tears fall down Richard’s face as he opened the notebook, having to go past several pages before finding one with an empty and open spot, the pencil shaking in his hand. “WRITE IT!” she screamed, Richard writing the name down and she snatched it from him, glaring at him with utter anger and disgust “coward” she muttered before pushing past him again, putting on her backpack and getting her weapons storming towards the gate when Morgan caught up with her “and where do you think you’re going?”

“To the Kingdom.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. And why shouldn’t I? It’s not like you’re family. Or a friend” she muttered bitterly, stopping to turn and face him “do you still think you were right? What just happened… that would have happened no matter what we did because of that asshole” she asked spitefully before turning around, opening the gate and began to walk in the direction of the Kingdom, her hands stained with Benjamin’s blood. Had it been an inch to the left… just a small inch…

It was too fast.