#Delilah Marston

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

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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. 

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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.

-

[shadowworldwanderers]

Masterlist

Stories on AO3

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Introductory Pages:

Morvant-Adjacent Babies:

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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

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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

[emmaxmeyer]

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 )

Multi Muse side blogs:

American Gods (Canon. Multi-verse @amongthedeities )

Mr. Wednesday

Zorya Vechernyaya

Shadow Moon

Laura Moon

Dishonored (Canon. Multi-verse @amongtheisles)

Billie Lurke

Delilah Copperspoon

Emily Kaldwin

The Outsider

Mindy Blanchard  

Red Dead Redemption (Multi-verse - canon muses. @amongtheoutlaws )

John Marston

Lenny Summers

Sadie Adler

Susan Grimshaw

Supernatural OC (Multi-verse - OC muses. @xwildatheartx )

Frankie Petch

Jocelyn Slade

Ronnie Parsons

Misc (Multi-verse- canon & oc muse. @amongxthexcrowd)

Canon:

Bobby Singer (Supernatural)

Dean Winchester  (Supernatural)

Gabriel (Supernatural)

Jason Gutierrez  

Marin Delaney 

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

OC:

Erica Morris

Jude Coleman

Lanona Royal

Leah BL100  (Detroit Become Human)

Monty Slater 

Taylor Locke

Teagan Flint

McGill Sisters (OC. Multiverse @mcglls)

Amber McGill

Pearl McGill

Single muse side blogs

Canon:

Ash Williams (Evil Dead Series. Multi-verse. @ashyyslashyy )

Easter / Ostara  (American Gods. @ecstre )

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

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

Hank Anderson  ( Detroit Become Human. @fuckiingpassword )

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

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

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

Nevada (Zombieland. Multi-verse. @ncvada)

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

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

Tess (The Last of Us. @smugglcr )

Wichita (Zombieland. Multi-verse. @wxchita)

OC:

Alice Winters  (Multi-verse. @wiinters)

Anastasia Harris-Meyer (Supernatural. @annicbelle )

Dawn Decoteaux  ( Multi-verse. @dxdecoteau )

Sparrow Meyer (Multi verse. @sparrowsxwings )

[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

Confira a primeira parte da matéria.

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.

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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

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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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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.

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

(Warnings: A lot of angst in this chapter, sorry lovelies!<3)

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Daisy barely caught Jessie as Pete hit her and pushed her away before going back to attacking Rick, Daisy quickly looking her over, frowning at the bruise that was already forming on her face and she looked back at Pete with anger as Rick managed to get on top of him. “Daisy!” Carl yelled, making her look towards him and she frowned a little, following his gaze when he looked at Rick and she quickly got up, running over to Rick with Carl, both of them trying to pry Rick off of Pete but he just pushed them away, Daisy wincing a little as she hit the asphalt, scraping the heel of her palms a little but she quickly got up again, her heart racing as Deanna arrived. She suddenly felt something touch her hand and she flinched, looking down to see Carl’s hand there and she looked up at him, letting him take her hand into his own and her heart slowly calmed down. Until Rick pulled out a gun. Her eyes widened a little and she looked at Carl, the two of them sharing a glance and she looked behind her, spotting Enid standing there and her heart began to race again, looking at Carl, then Enid, and then Carl again, the pieces slowly falling into place as to why they might have showed up at the same time. Together. She slid her hand out of his, heart still racing as she glanced back at Enid when Carl looked at her with confusion and slight disappointment. She dared to glance in his direction but that was it. She didn’t look at him. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t do anything but watch Rick with a sad look in her eyes that Carl wasn’t sure if it was there before he had taken her hand or after she let go.

“And all of you don’t know that! You think you do, but you don’t!! You’re gonna kick us out? Kick me out?! Kick her out!? Do you even know what she is?! WHAT SHE COULD DO FOR ALL OF YOU?!” Rick screamed as he gestured to Daisy, her eyes growing as large as dinner plates and she took a step closer to him without thinking “Rick!”

“No! NO! You think you’re gonna kick out the cure to all of this?!” he yelled as he gestured vaguely around with the gun, Daisy looking around with utter and complete fear “Rick, stop!” she yelled loudly, Rick turning to look at her “why?! WHY?! They don’t know! They don’t know and they think they do but they don’t! They don’t even know what they have here! This is where you should be, here, safe!!”

“Rick, stop! Stop!” she screamed, tears filling her eyes as she looked around with fear, her heart racing and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Why?! You’re the cure! You’re the cure to everything! To all of this! And they wanna kick us out?! I’m not gonna stand by and watch as they kick out the cure to-” he was cut off as Michonne knocked him out from behind, Daisy staring at an unconscious Rick with wide eyes, her body practically shaking as she dared to lift her head, eyes scanning the crowd, how they all looked at her, with shock and fear and confusion. “What the hell did he mean?! ‘Cure’?! I-... of my god, she’s infected! She infected, isn’t she?! She’s been bit or scratched or something! She’s going to turn into one of those dead ones!! She’s going to kill us all, isn’t she?!”

“No, she’s not. And it’s none of your business” Glenn snapped at Nicholas, glaring at him before turning to Daisy, walking over and quickly walking away with her. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out. It’s okay” he whispered as he ushered her away and into the house, walking her up to her room. “You’re okay, alright? They’ll-... they’ll probably think he wasn’t thinking straight, or was lying to keep us here, okay? It’s alright-”

“They know…” was all she was able to say, staring at the floor as Glenn sat her down on the plush double bed, studying her before sitting down next to her. “They won’t believe it, okay? They won’t. They’ll think it was some stupid, desperate attempt to convince them to let us stay here” Glenn stated softly, the sentence would in any other scenario be perhaps a little threatening, but Daisy just nodded nervously, trying to convince that was the truth. They’d think it was a lie, to convince them to let all of them stay here. They’ll think it was some insane thing that he said for no reason. That it was a lie. He was delusional. He had taken too many hits to the head. Being out there on the road for so long had messed him up, somehow, in some way that it hadn’t messed everyone else up. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t true. That was the mantra she kept repeating to herself in her head.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t true.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t true.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t true.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t true.

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“Go away!” Daisy snapped as there was yet another knock on her door, not that it stopped her from sharpening her arrows and knife as she sat in the corner of her empty room, on the floor so she could see the rest of the room. “It’s me, Carl” he called and she hesitated before sighing “what do you want, Carl? Go away!”

“No. Are you okay? It’s okay, they don’t believe it. Maggie is already telling all of them it was just-... a lie, or something, to keep us here… they’re holding a meeting tonight, to talk about what happened… I think they want to kick my dad out and-... we can convince them that he lied, we can do that-”

“I don’t care. Go away!”

“No… Can I come in?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because the door is locked.”

“Then unlock it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to. Now, go away! Please…”

“No, I’m not leaving you-”

“Just go back to your girlfriend, alright?! I don’t want to see you or talk to you!” she yelled before sighing softly, continuing to sharpen the arrow tips and her knife, putting them away once she was done, already getting ready to leave. “Enid? She’s not my girlfriend, she’s Ron’s girlfriend-”

“So what? Go away, Carl. Just-... leave me alone!” she shouted louder than before and after a long silence, she finally heard his footsteps as he walked away. She let out a brief breath of relief, closing her eyes as she sighed, leaning her head against the wall, taking a few seconds, savoring them for herself before she opened her eyes and continued to pack. Once she was done packing she sighed, sitting down on her bed, looking out the window, frowning as the sun was still high in the sky. It’d be hours until it was dark.

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She got out a small notebook that Michonne had found for her while out on a run before they got to Alexandria, and a pencil. She quickly wrote a note before placing it on the bed, laying out the dress, shoes and leggings that Maggie got her, making sure the note was laying on top of them.

‘I’m sorry I’m not saying goodbye to you all. I don’t want them to kick you out. Judith needs to be here, so does Carl. Rick is just scared. I’m scared too but I know they don’t want me here anymore. They think I’ll be like the dead ones soon. They’re just scared because they don’t understand, and that’s okay, because now they don’t have to. They won’t have to force any of you to leave now because of me. I’ll be okay, I promise. Please don’t look for me, I don’t want you to leave Alexandria. Keep Judith and Carl safe, please. I’ll be safe too and it’s better this way.’

She read over the note briefly before walking to her window, quickly and carefully sliding it open, sticking her head outside, looking around in the dark before adjusting her backpack over her shoulders, adjusting the straps before carefully crawling out the window to the roof, slowly and quietly shutting the window again before looking around. She carefully moved to one of the posts that held up the side of the roof over the porch, looking around, seeing the light of a fire in the distance and she sighed, hesitating before carefully hanging herself down, gripping onto the post and carefully sliding down, looking around before quietly and quickly moving to where she knew the weapons were. She looked around before getting out her knife, carefully using it to slide in between the door and the doorframe, sliding down until she heard and felt a click, the lock sliding back and she quickly opened the door, hurrying inside, getting out her flashlight instead of turning on the light. She put her knife back in the sheath that was strapped to her left thigh, putting the end of the round flashlight in her mouth so she could use both hands to find her own weapons, looking through all the weapons and she resisted taking a few pieces for herself, instead only taking one and some ammo… as backup, of course. Everyone needs a backup for their backup.

Once she’d grabbed her weapons she snuck out again, carefully closing the door. She couldn’t lock it again, but at least she could make it look like she was never there to begin with. She sighed heavily, looking towards the light from the fire, her heart starting to race and she hesitated, tears forming in her eyes and she felt like she wanted to break down and sob openly. But she knew. She knew it was only a matter of time before they thought they had no choice… they thought she was infected… that she was going to turn… with her gone before they could take matters into their own hands, it wouldn’t force the others out… she left on her own… but hearing Maggie’s voice, hearing their voices, it made everything hurt even more. She forced her feet to comply with her, forcing herself to back up, her eyes still locked on the light from the fire, the light that got smaller, and smaller, and smaller until she could barely see it, letting out a shaky breath as she finally turned around. They wouldn’t have to be kicked out. They could stay. They would stay here, safe, with actual roofs over their head and food. Judith was safe. Carl was safe. She didn’t belong there anyway…

That’s what she kept repeating to herself as she continued her walk to the walls. She heard faint screams and without thinking she ran towards the garage, the make-shift church, her eyes scanning the gate before kneeling down, grunting as she tried to lift it, finally actually managing and when she did, she hurried inside, letting it drop back down, only to turn around and see Sasha pinning Gabriel against the wall, the two of them struggling with her rifle, a muffled shot being fired at the window, breaking it as Gabriel was tossed to the floor, Daisy hurrying over to Sasha’s side, hesitating, knowing that touching her maybe wasn’t the best move. “Sasha… Sasha, don’t… don’t” she whispered softly, hesitantly stepping towards her, her rifle still aimed at Gabriel who begged for her to pull the trigger, Daisy casting him a concerned glance before looking back at Sasha. “Sasha… please don’t” she whispered softly, touching her shoulder ever so slightly, her movements slow, as though she was submerged in a strong current and was trying to move against it, finally managing to reach her properly, gently, keeping her eyes on Sasha. “Sasha…” she spoke softly and finally Sasha looked away from Gabriel, tears in her eyes as she barely breathed and Daisy sighed softly. “Don’t…” she repeated carefully, Sasha beginning to cry as she finally lowered the rifle, Daisy looking over her shoulder as the sounds of footsteps approaching. “You didn’t see me. Sasha, you didn’t see me” Daisy whispered hurriedly, Sasha frowning at her “you didn’t see me. Either of you…”

“You’re leaving??”

“They know… they think I’ll turn and they’ll-... do something about it, people always do… if I leave, they won’t kick you guys out, Judith and Carl can stay here and be safe, you all can…” she whispered, Sasha studying her before sighing heavily “don’t go far-”

“You. Didn’t. See. Me… neither of you did” she hissed quietly before hurrying silently to hide behind a wall, Sasha looking at her with tears in her eyes but they shifted to Maggie who hurried over, Daisy sneaking towards the door, sharing a quick glance with Sasha before hurrying out of the room as silently as possible. Just as she was about to climb over the wall, she heard screaming, followed by a gunshot and she can’t remember the last time she ran that fast, her lungs burning for air and she nearly tripped with how fast she stopped once she arrived, looking around, her eyes finding Deanna who was sobbing over her husband, Reg, who was coated in his own blood from his throat being cut. Rick was covered in walker blood, Abraham standing by the one Rick must have shot, the guy he beat up, Pete. Michonne’s sword had some blood on it, lying next to Pete’s corpse. She felt her breath leave her body when someone touched her shoulder, her entire body flinching and she quickly stepped back, seeing Maggie with a frown, her eyes moving to the gun in Daisy’s hand and she hesitated before looking back at Reg. “It’s mine” she admitted quietly, Maggie sighing heavily before looking at Deanna who was still sobbing over Reg’s corpse. “Delilah?” she looked up to see her uncle with Aaron and some stranger, a frown on her brow but she didn’t think too much of it, starting to approach him when she saw Deanna. She hesitated before holstering her gun and kneeling down, getting out her knife from where it’s sheath was strapped around her left thigh. Deanna looked up at her and she hesitated before taking one of Deanna’s blood covered hands, placing her knife in it.

“Sometimes it happens in minutes…” she admitted quietly, looking over her shoulder at her uncle before looking back at Deanna “I’m not gonna turn… I’m not bitten…” she added before looking down at Reg’s corpse “a guy at the CDC said that the shortest time is eight minutes… I understand if you can’t do it, but it should be you… and it should be while he’s still-... him” she spoke softly, Deanna nodding, moving the knife to Reg’s heart but Daisy stopped her, shaking her head a little “n-no. It has to-... see, it has to be the brain… that’s the part that makes them come back… I’ve seen it, a guy at the CDC showed us something… it was like looking inside the brain… so, you have to sort of-... you have to destroy the brain. It’s-... Let me show you” she muttered instead of having to say it all out loud, moving Deanna’s hand that held the knife to Reg’s ear. “It’s one of the easier ways” she guided, Deanna nodding, trying to convince herself to do it but in the end, she couldn’t, Daisy gently taking back her knife “I can do it…” she offered, Deanna nodding and Daisy nodded as well, gently placing the knife at Reg’s ear, turning to Deanna “you don’t have to watch” she said softly, Deanna looking up at her before shaking her head “I have to” she muttered as she tried to stop crying, Daisy nodding before pushing the knife into Reg’s skull, making sure it was in deep enough before removing her knife and Deanna began to sob over Reg’s corpse all over again, Daisy studying her before getting up and backing up a little, turning to look at Daryl who approached “why the hell’re you wearin’ your backpack?” he asked, Daisy hesitating before looking around “they know…” she admitted, his heart beginning to race as he looked around before scoffing “so? What’re they gonna do? What, you scared or sumthin’?”

“Yeah, I am… what if-... what if they don’t trust that I won’t turn? What then? Pete was beating his wife and kids, Nicholas killed Noah, Sasha isn’t okay… so yes, I’m scared” she whispered, glancing at the others, “what if-... if this is something that’ll ruin it all?... I just thought-... that if I left, it’d-”

“Remove the problem?” Daryl asked, scoffing slightly as she nodded, studying her before pulling her into a tight hug with his free arm, sighing as he felt her hug him back. “Ain’t no one doing shit” he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at the man they’d brought back and Daisy let go of her uncle to look at him, frowning, eyeing him with caution, looking up at her uncle and then Aaron who was frowning at her with sympathy. “I don’t want to talk about it” she mumbled but it was loud enough for the others to hear it as well, making sure they heard her, and understood it. She looked over her shoulder at Rick, studying him “you look like shit” she mumbled, calmly walking away before any of them could scold her for using that kind of language.

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One By One

Warnings: Daryl teaching Daisy to drive, hints that Daisy has a Hyperthymesia Memory, angst about Noah’s fate and that’s about it for now my lovelies<3)

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“A’ight, you got the clutch there ‘n the brake, and that one-”

“Everything sounds so-... complicated…”

“‘S a lot, I know. Don’t worry. You’ll get it. Now, you got the gears there, ‘n when you wanna switch gear all you gotta do is step on that one easy. Don’t wanna floor it on this one, a’ight? You know how to wire a car, now you gotta learn how to drive it” Daryl stated with determination, Daisy looking at him with unease “uncle Daryl, I-I can barely see out the windshield!”

“You’re fine. Ya ain’t that short anymore, you’re almost fourteen.”

“But-... shouldn’t I-.. like… be taller?”

“Can ya see the road?”

“Yeah.”

“Reach the steering wheel ‘n the pedals?”

“I-I guess.”

“Then you’re a’ight” he stated with a brief nod, Daisy sighing softly “now, you can also adjust the seat ‘n bring it back and forth if there’s not enough room fer your legs or if there is too much room and ya can’t reach the pedals, alright? So-”

“Why are you teaching me all of this, uncle Daryl?” she suddenly asked, turning to look at him in the car, a frown on her brows as he studied her before looking down “that thing that Aaron wanted ter show me? It was a bike. Ain’t up to runnin’ speed but I can fix it-”

“Really? Can I see it? Can you teach me?”

“First things first, you gotta learn to drive-”

“But why?”

“Aaron-... Aaron wants me ter go out with him, out here, past the walls… want me ter help him look for survivors, figure out if they can come in past the gates, like we did” he admitted quietly, daring to glance at Daisy to find her just staring at him. “So-... you’re-... you’re leaving?”

“Nah, nah it ain’t like that, alright? I ain’t never gonna leave ya. It’s just-”

“You’re leaving” she stated harshly, scoffing quietly as she looked out the window, Daryl sighing “nah, I’m not leavin’. I’ll come back, you really think I was gonna leave you?? Anyway, it ain’t set in stone. I won’t do it if yer not alright with it” he stated softly and she scoffed, shaking her head before reaching for the key, turning it before Daryl could ask her what she was doing. His hand went straight for the handle above his head as she turned the car around, a little sloppily, before driving back towards Alexandria, Daryl watching her closely with slightly wide eyes “ya know how ter drive?!” he asked in shock, Daisy just scoffing quietly, shaking her head “no… But I’ve seen you and daddy when you find a car, I remembered when you used the pedals and what happened, that’s all…”

“So what? Yer learned how ter drive from just-... lookin’?!”

“I guess, but you told me what to do and when to do it…” she muttered quietly, the rest of the car ride was relatively smooth, except a few times where she wasn’t quick enough to change gear, or pressed the wrong pedal. Everything else went smoothly, the gate slowly being opened and Daisy drove in, parking it in the middle of nowhere, basically just stopping, before getting out, the motor still running, she didn’t even bother to close the door as she walked back towards the house, Daryl sighing heavily in slight annoyance. Aaron walked over at the sight and cringed a little “you told her?”

“Yeah…”

“But you taught her to drive first, that’s something.”

“Nah.”

“What?”

“Nah, I ain’t taught her shit except how ter wire a damn car ‘n tell her what to do and when” he muttered with annoyance as he got out of the car, slamming the door shut before going around the side, leaning in to take out the car keys and close the door of the car, walking in front of it to rest against the hood of it. “But, she was driving-”

“Yeah, turns out she’s learned how ter drive by just-.. watching” he muttered, Aaron frowning at him “so, she’s a savant?”

“What?”

“A sort of genius, you know, really smart-”

“Nah, I know what it means, I just-... nah, she’s just good at rememberin’ things, apparently…”

“Yeah… Deanna says that she remembers every name of everyone you’ve ever lost…” Aaron stated, Daryl nodding ever so slightly, looking down. “But, at least now we know she can drive a car, that’s good, right?”

“I ain’t drivin’ with her like that again until she’s able to drive properly. She can make it go forward, that’s ‘bout it” he muttered, Aaron chuckling lightly, shaking his head ever so slightly “well, it’s something. Nowadays we have to move forward, right? She’s just way ahead of us, already going in the right direction” he joked lightly, Daryl scoffing briefly with amusement. That was one way to put it.

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“Delilah!”

Daisy sat up on her bed when she heard her name, frowning, waiting to see if she had just imagined it when she heard it again, this time a little louder.

“DELILAH!”

She walked over to her window, looking out to see her uncle down there, waving her down and she sighed, walking down the stairs and out the front door to see him walk around and meet her at the front, something standing out by the sidewalk, covered by some sort of blanket. “What?”

“Ya wanted ter see the bike, right?” he asked and she nodded, Daryl nodding as he pulled off the tarp, Daisy’s eyes widening a little and she tried to hide her smile, which made Daryl smirk “you gonna help me fix it or nah?” he asked, Daisy studying him before jogging over, looking over the bike with a big grin. Daryl studied her before nudging her shoulder a little to get her attention “hey, I ain’t goin’ out there if you don’t want me to, a’ight?...” he asked softly, Daisy studying him before sighing, looking back down at the bike “well, what else are you gonna do? Besides, I know you need to be out there every now and then, I do too… except you’re allowed to because you’re an adult…” she muttered, Daryl nodding with a brief ‘mhm’ sound before gesturing to the bike again “wanna help me get ‘er in the garage?” he asked and she grinned at him as her only response, making Daryl smirk “a’ight, c’mon, you push from behind ‘n I steer, a’ight?” he asked and Daisy nodded with a smirk, walking behind the bike, helping him get it into the garage, then helping him carry all the parts that Aaron had apparently collected, carrying them back and forth, a new smile on her lips.

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“Hey, Noah!! Uncle Glenn!” Daisy ran up to them, panting ever so slightly as she caught up to them, handing them a small note “uncle Daryl needs some of these. He says they’re really rare but you’re going to that warehouse thing, right?” Noah nodded as he read over the list, frowning as he tried to read the handwriting “y-yeah, uh… I-I’m sorry what does this say?”

“That? Oh, that’s-... uh… hold on” she muttered, taking the note back, tilting it a little before grinning and handing it back to him “it says ‘air filter’. Oh, and this one here says ‘rear axle’, whatever that is” she stated with a shrug, Noah frowning a little “okay, but-... you know we’re not going to a mechanical shop or something, right?”

“But you’re going to a warehouse, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And these kinds of parts get made in factories and sent to warehouses, right?”

“I mean-... I guess-”

“Let me know if you find them” she stated with a grin, interrupting him which she seemed fully aware of, turning around to face Glenn who walked over. “How are you?”

“Uncle Daryl left, but other than that, I’m okay.”

“Really? You don’t miss him?”

“Of course I do, but I want to be here, it’s better for me here… at least that’s what people keep telling me” she stated with a hesitant shrug, Glenn smirking slightly at her “I’m proud of you. And you really did look pretty in that dress. Have you talked to Carl?” he asked and she rolled her eyes and groaned, making him smirk with amusement “take care” he called and she scoffed “you too! Or I’ll-... be really mad at all of you!” she shouted as the loud music blasted and the car drove off, letting out a brief huff before looking up at Maggie, finding her already looking at her. “So, have you talked to Carl?”

“No! No, and I don’t intend to…” she muttered the last part quietly, Maggie studying her “he was just nervous-”

“And he told me I was ugly in the dress. The least he could have done was lied” she muttered and walked off, Maggie sighing heavily. “Trouble in paradise?” Deanna asked with a fond smile, Maggie studying her before sighing, looking down “those two are like magnets. She’ll get over it. She just doesn’t know how nervous she makes him” Maggie admitted with a small grin, Reg chuckling lightly “I remember those days, they still come around every now and then” he muttered as he nudged Deanna with his elbow, making her chuckle and scoff lightly, shaking her head with amusement while Reg gave Maggie a small smile “they’ll both get over it” he promised before walking off with Deanna, Maggie nodding to herself “they better, I can’t stand the silence between them for much longer” she admitted quietly.

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Daisy grimaced a little as she suddenly cut her thumb, wincing and dropping both the arrow with the new feather that had to be trimmed and the knife she had used to trim it, looking at her thumb, the red liquid slowly appearing, forming almost a bubble on top of her finger as she just stared at the blood. She frowned ever so slightly as she just continued to stare at it, the dark red liquid almost fascinating to her. She hesitated, slowly lifting her thumb to her mouth. It wouldn’t be the same as a bite, right? She had been scratched. Surely she wouldn’t turn from her own blood. Right? Her eyes were focused on the blood as it came closer and closer, almost at her lips-

“Are you okay?” she flinched and looked up, eyes wide as Carl stood there with Judith, Daisy’s heart starting to race and she nodded, looking down with a frown as she wiped her bloody thumb on her jeans, clearing her throat “yeah…”

“I didn’t mean it, you know… I just-... you looked really pretty in that dress… and-... and I hate not talking to you, so, I’m sorry” he stated softly and Daisy looked up at him, studying how sincere he looked and she gave a small nod, forcing a smile “it’s okay… I overreacted anyway” she stated with a shrug, looking down at her still bleeding thumb and Carl walked up the steps to the porch. He placed Judith in a rocking chair, smiling at her before walking over, ripping some of his shirt off before Daisy could protest, wrapping it around her thumb, pressing down lightly on it. She studied him under his hat, her heart starting to race and when he looked at her she quickly looked down, awkwardly pulling her hand out of his grip, adjusting the torn fabric wrapped around it before picking the knife and the arrow back up again “thanks” she muttered quietly, going back to trimming the feather on her arrow. Carl watched her for a while longer before sitting down in the chair next to hers by a small table, the furniture there meant to be for lounging. “So… are we okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re always okay, Carl” she stated with a sincere smile, smiling at him before looking back at her arrow, finishing trimming it before putting it aside, reaching down and picking up yet another arrow with new feathers that needed to be trimmed before the arrow could fly properly. “You got some new arrows.”

“Yeah, when I was out last a few of them broke or got stuck in walkers.”

“You were out there?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything??” his question made her halt, her head lifting to look at him and then at Judith, sighing softly “because-... because I still don’t trust them. And someone has to be with Judith and watch out for her…” she stated in a factly voice, looking back at Carl who sighed heavily “she’s safe here, I can come with you next tim-”

“She’s not safe here! Nowhere is safe” she whispered harshly, her eyes a little wide and although she had a look of annoyance on her face, he could see the fear in her eyes. He had known that look of fear for two, almost three, years now. “We are. It’s okay, we’re safe here-”

“Until we’re not” she whispered, looking around nervously before looking back at him “what if they decide that they don’t need us anymore? Hm? What if they don’t like us, what if they suddenly don’t want to share their food with us? O-Or demand something for it?”

“Is-... is that why you’ve gone out so much? You’ve been hunting?”

“I found a working freezer in the garage-”

“You’ve kept food in there??”

“It’s only a matter of time, Carl” she whispered, her voice wavering a little and he sighed heavily “Daisy, it won’t happen-”

“It will! Why can’t any of you see that?! They don’t care about us! I’m trying to keep us together, alive… I’m trying to make sure we have options when eventually they’ll demand some sort of repayment for their ‘hospitality’. We almost starved out on the road and I won’t let us starve again” she whispered quietly, a pleading look in her eyes and Carl sighed “it won’t happen-”

“You think that, but I don’t. I know it will. I’m just preparing…” she admitted quietly with a frown, going back to work on her arrows, keeping silent as Carl studied her, the furrow of her brows, how panicked her eyes actually were.

“HELP!” both of them looked up at the shouting and the sound of a car screeching to a halt, the gate being shut quickly, the metal ringing as the wall and the gate collided and the large lock was slid in place to hold it. Daisy was about to run down when she stopped Carl, who was right behind her “Judith. You can’t just leave Judith” she said softly before running down the steps, sprinting to the gate where she halted completely at the sight of Tara, unconscious, bleeding profusely from her head, both Glenn and Eugene covered in blood, the latter one hurrying Tara to the clinic while Nicholas was the last to exit the van, bleeding from his face and when she saw Glenn’s red knuckles, she had an idea of why his face looked like that. “Uncle Glenn! What happened? What happened with Tara?” she asked quickly as she ran over to him, giving what was intended for a brief hug but he held on to her, his shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his composure and that’s when it clicked for her. Six people had left Alexandria. Four had returned.

“W-Where’s Noah? Where- is he okay? What happened?” Daisy had to force Glenn to let go of her, staring up at him with wide eyes, Carl finally catching up after making sure Judith was in her room and in her crib. “Uncle Glenn? Where’s Noah?” she asked more quietly, Glenn looking at Nicholas with utter hatred, her eyes following his gaze and she frowned before looking into the open van for any clue, finding his notebook laying there. “Uncle Glenn?” she asked a final time, looking up at Glenn who pulled her into another hug, this time it was her who needed it, eyes filling with tears as she held onto him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I had him. I’m sorry” he whispered, Daisy shaking her head as she continued to cling to him “it’s okay. It’s okay” she muttered, parting from him only for Carl to hug her tightly, sighing softly. “Is he like them?” Daisy asked as she turned to look at Glenn, his silence only making tears form in her eyes and she nodded, trying to gather herself “how?” she asked, Glenn glaring at Nicholas before looking back at Daisy, the young girl nodding ever so slightly, following him back to the house with Rick and Carl, a look of rage on her face, hidden behind the tears “this is exactly what I’m talking about. They’re picking us off, one by one…” she muttered to herself, fists clenched and Rick gave her a worried glance, sharing that glance with Glenn when he turned to look at him before continuing towards the house, Rick gently catching Carl on the way, nodding towards Daisy “keep an eye on her, alright?” he asked quietly, Carl nodding and he nodded in return.

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The Boar

(Warnings: Some angst but that’s about it I think)

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Daisy was quiet as she walked towards the gates, her backpack over her shoulders with her arrows in their make-shift quiver on the side of it, her gun holstered at her hip along with the knife she was so reluctant to give up. She had heard someone come closer but she figured it was for something else, until she was by the gate, about to open it. “What are you doing?” she turned around when she heard Deanna’s voice, studying her before sighing “going out” she stated calmly, Deanna looking around with worry “alone? And how did you get your weapons back?”

“I’m going out. You’re the one who said that we could have them back if we went out” Daisy stated calmly yet with a hint of annoyance, Deanna taking a step closer “but you’re going out there? Alone?”

“Yeah” she stated with a shrug, Deanna sighing heavily “I can’t let you do tha-” Deanna cut herself off as Daisy stormed over, standing almost chest against chest with Deanna “you won’t ‘let me’ do anything. You’re not my mom, you’re not my dad, you’re not my uncle, you’re not my family and you’re not my friend. I can handle myself out there, and I’m going out there. You can come with me or have someone else come with me, or you can let me go alone, but either way, I’m going out there.”

“Why?”

“To hunt.”

“We have lots of food-”

“You have food. We don’t.”

“Of course you do! You’re part of the community, you’re one of us-”

“I’m going out there to hunt” she interrupted, turning back around, walking over to the gate when Deanna sighed, relenting “at least let me ask my son, Aiden, to come with you” she almost pleaded, Daisy sighing heavily in frustration and annoyance as she stopped right by the gate, turning to look at Deanna who just looked right back at her, waiting for an answer and Daisy gestured to nothing in particular as she scoffed, Deanna nodding as she hurried off to find her son, Daisy already regretting the decision. Soon Aiden walked over, still nursing his nose when he saw her, coming to a halt, stopping to glare at his mother who shook her head. “She’s a child-”

“She’s one of them!”

“Yeah, I am. But at least I’m not the one pussying out and tying up walkers for fun” she called with annoyance, turning around, walking out of the gate and Deanna almost had to shove Aiden to force him to go with her. “And what exactly am I meant to do with her?!”

“Keep her safe, obviously” Deanna hissed before watching Aiden sigh and catch up with Daisy, who took a small step to the side and away from him while continuing to walk. Aiden looked over his shoulder at his mother with a sigh before looking ahead, not looking forward to babysitting.

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Daisy was quiet as she focused on the boar, eyes narrowing a little, her lungs filled with air and she slowly let it out, emptying her lungs, letting the arrow fly once her lungs were empty, a smirk forming on her lips as the boar squealed but fell down shortly after, Daisy jogging over to it. She looked around, making sure no walkers were in sight before kneeling down by the boar, hearing it pant and grunt, the arrow sticking out of it’s neck and she frowned, sighing softly “I’m sorry” she whispered, getting out her knife, gently stroking it’s bristled fur “I thought I hit it, I’m so, so sorry, I’m not used to anything other than rabbits and squirrels, it’s been too long, I’m sorry” she whispered again before plunging the knife into the boar’s heart, which she thought she had hit to begin with. She sighed as the boar stopped moving, studying it, gently petting it’s bristled fur a while longer before pulling out her arrow from the boar, wiping the tip on her shirt and putting it in the hand-made quiver, wiping her knife off on her pants and then putting it back into the sheath that was strapped around her thigh. She sighed as she took off her backpack, opening it, looking around for walkers before unzipping it, digging through it and finding some rope that she had packed. She zipped her backpack up again and put it on, just as she heard some bushes rustle and branches snap. She quickly nocked an arrow and spun around, aiming at where the sound had come from “who is it?!” she snapped, Aiden appearing soon after and she sighed heavily, lowering her bow and arrow before going back to focus on the boar. “Keep watch. And keep up next time.”

“How did you know I-”

“Wasn’t a walker? My uncle taught me, the one with the crossbow.”

“You seem to have a lot of uncles…”

“Yeah, so?”

“Are they all really your uncles?”

“Why do you care?”

“I’m just-... making conversation” he admitted and Daisy sighed at his words, shaking her head with annoyance as she hogtied the legs of the boar, making those knots that Daryl had taught her, the ones that would hold no matter what. “No… my uncle Daryl is the only one who is actually really my uncle. But that doesn’t mean the rest aren’t actually family. They are. I just-... met them after all of this began” she admitted with a shrug, Aiden studying her before nodding “here, let me” he gestured to the boar after walking closer, Daisy studying him, narrowing her eyes at him before hesitantly nodding. “Put your arm under it’s belly, the legs are hogtied so-”

“I know how to carry a pig” Aiden said with a smug smirk, Daisy just raising a brow at him, stepping back and watching him struggle to get it up in the first place, making her roll her eyes and scoff. “Would you just do what I say? It’s my boar and I don’t want to be out here all night” she muttered, Aiden sighing heavily and Daisy nodded “wrap your arm around it so it’s under it’s belly, the legs are hogtied so it’ll be a little bit like a backpack. You should be able to get it up on your shoulder from there, it’ll make it easier to carry” she instructed in a bored voice, Aiden glaring lightly at her before doing as told, Daisy sighing before gesturing back towards the way they came “come on” she muttered, making sure she had everything before nocking an arrow, walking back towards Alexandria, ready to fire it if needed but surprisingly (to her) it wasn’t.

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Daisy continued to look behind her from time to time as Aiden carried the boar after her, trying to keep up appearances despite how heavy the boar was. “Were you really going to carry this thing like this?” he asked, a little out of breath and she smirked at him before looking ahead, still smirking “no, I intended to drag it. It’s easier on the back” she stated with amusement, Aiden grunting ever so slightly as he strained while following her. “So, where exactly am I meant to be taking this?”

“To the house my group and I are staying in. I’ll butcher it on the porch. Or the garage.”

“You know, you could just-”

“I’m butchering my own boar. It’s mine, not yours” she stated possessively with a look of annoyance on her face, Aiden studying her before scoffing lightly “you don’t have to worry about it-”

“Just shut up and carry my  boar” she muttered in annoyance, arriving at the house and Aiden put the boar down on the porch by the stairs, panting heavily and she studied him before scoffing. “Thanks” she muttered, taking off her backpack, about to go to the boar when Aiden cleared his throat, sticking out his hand “I’m gonna have to take your weapons back…”

“What?”

“You can have them the next time you’re outside, but while you’re inside-”

“That’s such bullshit!”

“Daisy!” both of them looked towards the door as Maggie stood there, approaching “don’t you use that kind of language” she scolded softly before looking at Aiden, studying him before looking at the boar “you got it?”

“Well he sure as hel-... I mean… yeah, he definitely didn’t get it, so…” Daisy corrected, Maggie smiling at her “alright, field dress it ‘n put it in the garage then take a shower and get ready for Deanna’s party.”

“Her what?”

“Party, my mom’s hosting a sort of welcome party for you and your group” Aiden stated with a charming smile and Daisy glared at him “what are you still doing here?” she asked plainly, Maggie’s eyes widening “Daisy!” she scolded, Aiden nodding with a strained smile “it’s okay. I gotta get ready myself, so, see you there” he called and walked off, Daisy scoffing. “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t like any of these folks.”

“I really don’t like him… he’s-... I don’t know” she muttered, Maggie helping her carry the boar into the garage, leaning against the wall as she watched Daisy begin to field dress the boar. “You are goig’ to that party, you know” Maggie stated softly, Daisy glaring lightly at her over her shoulder but Maggie knew she didn’t mean it. “I’m not.”

“Yes you are. I’m gonna hose you down if I have to.”

“What is it with you and Carol and hosing people down? And don’t pretend that uncle Daryl is going! I won’t go if he doesn’t” she pointed out stubbornly as she field dressed the boar, not having a care in the world for the blood on hands and clothes as she did so. “You’re still goin’. You and Carl need this place, so does Judith. Y’all need some place to feel safe in-”

“Nowhere is safe.”

“And that is exactly why you have to go. You still think they’re gonna kill us, don’t you?” Maggie asked softly as Daisy got up, having finished her work and finished up the small things, turning with bloody hands to look at Maggie, studying her before avoiding answering, Maggie nodding “then you need to go. Please. If not for you then for Carl and Judith” she pleaded and Daisy groaned quietly, Maggie grinning as she already knew she had won. “Besides, your uncle is outside the walls” Maggie informed and just as Daisy looked like she was going to sprint for the gate, Maggie gently grabbed her, guiding her inside and up the stairs to the bathroom “no. Go. Take a shower. Wash all that blood off” Maggie ordered with a smile, closing the door once Daisy was inside of the bathroom, hearing a light groan and then the water starting to run. “What about my clothes?” Daisy shouted through the door with annoyance, Maggie grinning from ear to ear “give ‘em to me. I’ll put ‘em in your room.”

“I have a room?”

“You do now. It’s the one next to Carl’s” Maggie informed just as the door opened, an annoyed Daisy with a towel wrapped around her standing there with her clothes bundled up under her arm, her red and white sneakers in her other hand, her hair still up in it’s messy ponytail and Maggie reached in, snatched the hair tie, gently pulling it out of Daisy’s hair, watching the grimy, sticky and dirty auburn hair almost stay in place with how dirty it was, Maggie giving her a smile as she took the clothes and shoes. “Go on” she gestured and Daisy rolled her eyes, groaning to herself in protest but she closed the door, locked it and reluctantly decided to wash off years of dirt and grime.

Maggie was grinning from ear to ear as she passed Carol down the stairs, Carol frowning at her with a smile “what’s got you so happy?”

“Daisy’s takin’ a shower” Maggie whispered with the biggest grin in the world, Carol’s lips stretching into a wide grin as well “really? You got her to take a shower??”

“Uh-huh. Got somethin’ for her to wear to Deanna’s party too.. Can you wash these or somethin’? I know if she sees them she’d wear them instead of what I have in mind for her.”

“Of course, but… what do you have in mind for her?”

“Just something we found before we met you at the hospital in Atlanta, found some pretty shoes too and some leggings that’d look nice on her” Maggie admitted, Carol eagerly taking the clothes while Maggie put the sneakers somewhere, grabbing the bag she had stuffed the clothes into back when they found the firetruck. She was still grinning as she jogged up the steps, walking into the empty room with the big double bed, carefully and gently laying out the clothes on the bed, the shoes right at the edge of the bed on the floor. She adjusted a few more things, smoothing out any wrinkles she found and she nearly giggled before exiting the room, walking to the bathroom to knock, to know how far along she was in the shower when she heard it. A quiet humming. Daisy was humming in the shower. Maggie grinned and lowered her hand from the door, nodding to herself as she backed up. Nothing wrong with being a little bit fashionably late, after all.

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Keeping Up Appearances

(Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst with a tiny tiny hint at fluff at the end, otherwise it’s just a bit angsty I think)

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Daisy was quiet as she stood in front of the closed gate, arms crossed over her chest, her heart racing but she kept a calm expression on her face, if not a little bit serious. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she just stared at those gates. Out of everyone, Rosita was the one to come get her, slowly walking towards her, studying her before sighing, moving to stand next to her, staring at the gate as well. “What you did, just then… we all get it-”

“They don’t. They’ve been behind here the entire time. They’ve been safe. They’ve been comfortable. They’ve been fed… don’t you get that? They’ve had showers and running water and fresh food that’s not from cans. They’ve had walls, gates, weapons and safety. They’ve slept in comfortable beds, done yardwork, planted flowers, taken strolls through their little parks, they haven’t been scared one second of their lives. Not once!” there was a long silence, a very long one, before Rosita finally looked at her, a sad look in her eyes “you know… we all lost something, back at the fire truck when we were trying to get Eugene to Washington… but none of us lost as much as you did” she admitted quietly, Daisy turning to look at her, her eyes a little wide, jaw clenched and Rosita could just see the fresh tears in them. “It’s okay to be scared of this-”

“They’ve taken our weapons and now they’re splitting us up in two houses. This is exactly like Terminus. We get nice and comfortable and think that everything is okay and fine and we lower our weapons and they have a nice barbecue to welcome us but the minute we look away they’ll throw us in some dark, lonely, solitary, horrible container and wait for them to get hungry so they can eat us” she whispered hastily with what appeared to be anger, but Rosita recognized it as fear. Pure fear. “They’ll kill us. They’ll kill us and you’re all just welcoming it with open arms. Out there is better than dead” she snapped and looked back at the gates, Rosita studying her. Were it anyone else, she would tell them to stop. To just-... stop. But she didn’t. Not with her. Not with what she lost after Eugene’s lie. “It won’t happen-”

“Of course it will-!”

“Because we’ll be prepared. Even at Terminus, we were prepared-”

“And what did that do? Hm? They still took uncle Daryl, Rick and Glenn, they still took Bob. They got the upper hand on us, weakened us! Carol is the reason why any of us are alive!” she whispered harshly, still staring at the gate as though it’d open and offer up the chance of escape to her and her family that she hoped for. “I’m going to say something, and you’re going to listen; We all lost something after trying to get to Washington. All of us. But you... you lost everything. You lost your entire purpose. Your reason for staying alive. You lost your belief that there was a reason for everything and for what happened to you. You lost everything. Which is why I’m not going to tell you to suck it up. You’re scared and you’re still a kid. It’s okay to be scared and it’s okay to admit it. I’m scared, we’re all scared, Daisy. So take as long as you need, because we’re right there with you…”

“I don’t even know why I care anymore…” she replied just as Rosita was about to walk away, Rosita walking back over, a small frown on her face “I’m just as useless as everyone else. I’m of no use anymore… there’s no Washington… there’s no cure… there’s nothing…” she muttered, Rosita sighing heavily, studying her “I don’t have an answer for that, only you do and you have to find that. You lost your reason. Now go and find another one” she stated softly before walking off for good, Daisy still just staring at the gate, her lower lip starting to tremble as she felt her heart race even more, the fear slowly, finally, taking over, forcing the mask of strength to slip and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her face as stoic as possible as she just stared. She just stared. Stared at that fucking gate like it was the reason for the world ending.

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Daisy was silent as she picked at the blanket she was sitting on, leaning against the wall with a dead look in her eyes, much worse than while they were on the road, after Eugene’s lie and Beth. Maggie sighed softly as she sat down on the floor next to Daisy, studying her before sighing “how you doin’?”

“Fine.”

“You know, I never got that. I never got how a single word could describe how someone’s feelin’” she stated softly, Daisy just shrugging ever so slightly “I’m okay” she muttered, Maggie smiling a little at her “no, you’re not” Maggie observed softly, smiling down at her when Daisy looked up at her. “Gotta be” she muttered, looking down, continuing to fiddle with the blanket and Maggie sighed “not always…” Maggie said softly, Daisy just keeping her gaze down “it’s alright to not be alright” she reminded her and Daisy halted, hesitating in her fiddling with the blanket before shrugging “maybe… but I can’t… they’re going to hurt us… I know you don’t see it but they will, they’ll hurt us” Daisy mumbled, still not meeting Maggie’s gaze and Maggie sighed softly “Daisy-”

“It’s okay… I’ll keep watch tonight” she stated softly, getting up from where she was sitting, about to sit by a window when there was a knock on the door, Daisy’s head whipping around and locking on it before moving to stand next to where Carl was sitting, her gaze moving to her uncle before looking at the crib he stood by as Deanna spoke to Rick. Judith began to cry a little and Daisy turned, walking over and gently taking the girl, shushing her quietly as she bounced her a little in her arms, Carl unable to tear his eyes from her, smiling ever so slightly at the sight even though he wasn’t even aware of it. “I’m closing in on Sasha. And I’m just trying to figure out Mr. Dixon and his niece, but I will” the second the names came up, Daisy looked away from Judith to look at Deanna, a frown forming on her brows. “Daisy? What about Carl?” Rick asked softly, Deanna shrugging lightly “I think Miss. Marston, out of the two of them, would be the one to need a job already now the most, just a small one to start” Deanna stated softly and Daisy frowned at her, glancing at Carl, Daryl and then Rick before looking back at Deanna who gave her a final smile before going back to talk with Rick, Daisy studying her a while longer before focusing on Judith again, smiling a little at her.

As the night went on, Daryl had convinced Daisy to sleep instead of keeping watch, even though she claimed to be wide awake and okay, and now she was laying next to Carl, mouth a little open as she slept, completely in another world, thoroughly knocked out and asleep, as though someone had either taken a brass mallet to her head or doped her with several tons of sleeping pills.

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Daisy was sharpening the arrows that no one had dared taking from her when a boy walked over, wearing a sweatshirt with something under it, probably a shirt or t-shirt. His hands was in his back pockets and she only looked up when he blocked the sun, the front of his shoes in front of her and she slowly raised her head to look up at him, raising a single brow as he smiled awkwardly at her, stretching out his hand “hi, I’m Mikey. You’re with those from outside, right?” he asked, Daisy studying his hand, for some reason remembering Patrick who thanked her for the deer she bagged the day before, shaking her hand as a display of gratitude, she remembered that... “So… what’s your name?” he asked awkwardly, lowering his hand when she didn’t shake it, Daisy studying him before looking back down at her arrow, continuing to sharpen the tip, lifting it up to inspect it before moving on to the next one, not saying a single word. “So… you’re, like… an archer, right? Can I see your bow?” he asked, already reaching for it and in the blink of an eye he had an arrow close to his throat, the tip barely poking the skin and flesh. “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours” she muttered annoyed, moving the bow away from him before finally removing the arrow tip from his throat and he nodded awkwardly, clearing his throat a little “right, sorry. I, uh… s-so, what’s your name?” he asked again, watching her as she sighed heavily, stopped sharpening her arrow tip to look up at him with annoyance “Delilah” she finally relented before going back to sharpening the arrow tips, Mikey nodding awkwardly.

“Delilah? That’s a pretty name-”

“I hate it” she stated flatly, moving on to the next arrow when she was finished with the one she was working on, Mikey nodding again, just as awkwardly as all the other times before “right, sorry, uhm… so… do you like it here? I can show you around a little, if you want to, I don’t mind, I don’t have school until later” he stated casually and this caught Daisy’s attention, lifting her head, her eyes locking with his as she frowned “school?”

“Yeah. The little kids go in the morning and then later in the afternoon we go. It’s not like a real school, I mean. It’s in a garage, so-”

“You have time for school?” she asked with raised brows of shock, Mikey nodding as he shrugged “yeah, I mean, education and all that. You’ll probably go there too, right?” he asked and she cringed, studying him before scoffing, looking back down at her arrows as she resumed her work. Mikey studied her a little longer before nodding “so, how about I show you around?”

“How about you drop that sweater?” she retorted without even thinking, Mikey staring at her with slight shock, looking down at himself before hesitantly taking it off, Daisy looking up at him with confusion as he actually took off the sweater, Daisy studying him closely in his t-shirt before sighing heavily “you won’t accept no for an answer, will you?” she asked rhetorically, Mikey smiling a little “not really, no” he stated and she studied him before sighing, shaking her head a little as she thought it over. “Do you have anything to hunt here? Birds? Rabbits? Rats?”

“Rats??”

“Yeah, rats. Are you deaf or something?”

“N-No no, it’s just-... I mean… we have apple trees?” he offered nervously, Daisy studying him before getting up, glaring lightly at him “if you try anything, I’ll kill you. I don’t need a weapon to rip open your throat” she threatened lightly, frowning when Mikey oddly enough smiled a little. He nodded before gesturing down the road, Daisy hesitating following after taking her bow and gathering her arrows, putting the home-made quiver over her head and shoulder before following Mikey, looking around, assessing every single thing they came by, from the pond to the trees to the walls, not that she could help it, it was an instinct by now, making sure she knew every angle, just in case something happened. “You’re safe here, you know-”

“Nowhere’s safe” she replied casually as she looked around. “It is here… a-anyway I think there-... might be some birds or something-”

“It’s okay, we’ll find something.”

“But-... you don’t have to, we have lots of food and apples a-and all kinds of things” Mikey tried, Daisy frowning at him as though his offer was insane before looking ahead, studying the apple trees as they came into view “these are the apple trees?” she asked, stepping closer while Mikey stopped and watched her as she walked around one of the trees with a small frown. “Yeah. I mean-... last year they didn’t really give us anything, which was confusing because the year before that it was, like, a lot of apples…”

“It’s normal” she replied calmly, reaching up and gently turning one of the apples on a branch, moving on to another one, then another one, and then another one, until one easily fell into the palm of her hand with barely a touch, a small smile on her lips as she looked at the apple.

“You have a really pretty smile, you know” Mikey suddenly stated and Daisy looked at him with a frown as she instantly stopped smiling, studying him before stuffing the apple into the pocket of her jacket, walking towards him and back to the house, Mikey catching up quickly “sorry, sorry, I just-... you do, you know? Y-You have a really pretty smile a-and your hair is really pretty and I know you might not like it but I-I think your name is really pretty, too” he kept babbling, even as she sped up a little, following her all the way to the house, stopping at the steps to the porch as she turned around to face him, frowning at him, studying him. He thought for sure she was going to kill him. She looked like she was going to kill him. She looked like she was about to murder him brutally and then casually eat her apple while sitting next to his mutilated corpse. And then he saw it. Her cheeks, under all of that dirt and grime, they were pink. She was blushing.

Suddenly she spun around and walked back inside the house after hastily grabbing her things, Mikey smirking a little, looking at the door a while longer before wandering off, picking up his sweater that he took off before he showed her where the apples were, fiddling with the knitted threads as he had an almost cocky smile on his lips.

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Daisy hadn’t even noticed that he was there as she walked in, her eyes fixated on the windows, a part of her wondering how to best fortify them. “Hey” she jumped a little at the voice, turning around to see Carl just laying on the giant bed, Daisy smiling a little before looking back out the window, briefly, turning back to look at him “sorry, didn’t realize you picked this room.”

“I haven’t. I mean, not really. You can have it if you want-”

“No, no it’s-... too big” she admitted nervously, looking around the large room, Carl studying her, noticing the new shade that still lingered on her cheeks “hey, are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah. Why?”

“Your cheeks are all pink and flushed” he sat up, frowning at her with worry and she subconsciously reached up her hands, cupping her cheeks, feeling their warmth before removing her hands, shrugging “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, there was just this other kid…”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, he said his name was Mikey” she admitted, walking over and kicking off her heavy boots, getting onto the bed, sitting so she could face him, both of her legs on the bed. “Mikey?”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, sort of. I played video games with him and Ron.”

“Who’s Ron?”

“I’m not sure. I just know that he lives a few houses down” Carl admitted, Daisy nodding casually, looking around the room as she sat there. “But-... why were your cheeks flushed?” his question made her stomach feel… strange… for some reason, her brows furrowing as she shrugged, moving to lay down on the bed with her legs over the side, staring up at the ceiling and Carl followed suit, laying down next to her. “I don’t know. He called me pretty a lot” she stated with amusement, as though it was the most outrageous thing in the world, Carl frowning at her, turning his head to study her “why’re you laughing?”

“Because he called me pretty, it’s stupid” she managed to get through a new fit of laughter, yet Carl just frowned even more. “Why? You are pretty” he pointed out casually and her smile faded, turning her head to look at him as well and she frowned a little, studying him closely, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then she suddenly grinned and laughed, gently and playfully pushing his shoulder before looking back up at the ceiling “liar” she stated with utter amusement, Carl just studying her, taking in her smile, the way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she laughed and her lips parting in a wide grin. “Hey, guess what I got” she stated and leaned up on one elbow, digging out the apple from her pocket, showing it to Carl before laying back down. Carl propped himself up on his elbow as he looked at the apple with amusement, looking back at her “an apple?”

“I took it when Mikey showed me where the apple trees were… can you believe he just let me?!” she asked with outrage and a large grin, laughing with amusement “he just let me take it! They must have a lot of food” she stated with a smile, her laughter fading as she just stared up at the ceiling, Carl studying her before laying down as well, the apple still in his hands “I don’t think we have to worry about that here” he muttered and she turned her head to look at him with a frown, thinking. “Maybe not… but they’re still weak” she stated softly, looking back up at the ceiling and Carl nodded, mostly to himself. “Yeah…”

“I don’t want us to get weak, too…”

“Me neither… and we won’t. We won’t get weak” he stated softly and she turned to look at him, Carl doing the same thing as they looked at each other. “I’m scared…” she whispered after a long, long while, the two of them having just stared at each other. Carl nodded softly, sighing ever so slightly “me too…” he whispered back and she nodded, tears forming in her eyes, her brows furrowing and she kept her gaze locked with his a while longer before turning her head to look at the ceiling, a tear rolling down the side of her face, dripping onto the blanket she was laying on while she still stared at the ceiling. “Do you think I’ll turn into one of them if I’m bit?” she asked hesitantly, Carl continuing to study her, as he had continued to do even after she looked back up at the ceiling “I don’t know, but-... you don’t have to worry about it anymore” he stated softly, letting go of the apple with one hand, taking taking her hand into his own, giving it a gentle squeeze and she turned to look at him, giving him a weak smile as she squeezed his hand as well, Carl returning her smile.

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Daryl winced a little as something on his crossbow cut him, Daisy glancing briefly at him before looking towards the door as Carol walked out, Daisy’s brows almost reaching her chin with how deeply she frowned, eyes a little wide. “Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles.”

“What?” Daryl and Daisy said in unison, the two sharing a quick glance before looking back at Carol “make dinner for the older people, moms who need a break, people who can’t cook. Get to meet a lot of the neighbors that way” she explained and Daryl scoffed lightly, going back to his crossbow “alright” he muttered, Daisy studying Carol a while longer before going back to her bow, making sure everything was as it should be, looking out for any signs of damage or tear. “Have you taken a shower yet? Either of you?” she suddenly asked and Daisy looked at her with confusion, glancing at Daryl who nodded, making her scoff “he hasn’t” she revealed, Daryl glaring lighty at her while she kept fixing her bowstring. “Take a shower, both of you, and I’m gonna wash that vest and that shirt” she gestured to Daisy when she mentioned the shirt, Daisy stopping everything to look down at it. Sure, it was worn, dirty, had some blood on it, both her own and walker blood. It maybe had a few holes at the end of the sleeves and a patch sewn over a hole in the shirt just above her left shoulder, but so did her pants. It had countless patches, even some duct tape to hold it in place.

“We need to keep up appearances, even you two” Carol continued as she walked down the steps from the porch “hey, I ain’t startin’ now” Daryl pointed out, Daisy scoffing quietly “me neither” she added loudly enough so that Carol could hear her. “I’m gonna hose you down in your sleep!” Carol commented, Daisy laughing a little at the idea until Carol added something “you too, Daisy!” she added as she went down the street, Daryl scoffing as he watched her walk away while Daisy’s smile and amusement was completely gone at the threat. “You look ridiculous!” Daryl called out after her, turning to look at Daisy who looked right back at him “I’m not taking a shower just because they don’t like how I look” she stated calmly but firmly, Daryl nodding before going back to his crossbow “me neither” he mumbled, the two of them going back to what they were doing before mamma bear Carol decided to threaten them with hosing them down in their sleep. All for a shower, a dirty vest and an old shirt.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Paranoid

(Warnings: Angst, angst, angst and more angst)

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Daisy stared up at the gates, studying them, looking around with a frown, keeping an eye out, the arrow still on her bowstring. As a trashcan rattled and toppled over, a possum scurrying out from behind it, it ended up with two arrows in it, one from a crossbow and one from a regular bow, both of them turning to look at each other, Daisy smirking a little as Daryl nodded at her before picking up the dead possum, giving her back the arrow and she wiped it with her shirt, even though her shirt wasn’t exactly clean either. “We brought dinner” Daryl joked dryly at the guy staring at him as he stood there with a dead possum with an arrow through it, Daisy putting her arrow back on the bowstring once she was satisfied with wiping off the blood, her eyes scanning the man who had opened the gate the rest of the way for them. As they walked inside, Daisy halted completely, eyes wide as she stared at all of the houses, completely in shock. “Dais-” before Aaron could finish saying the word, Rick stepped forward a little, Judith still in his arms “Delilah” he corrected quietly with a hint of a scowl on his rugged features, Aaron nodding hesitantly before looking back at Daisy “Delilah? Are you okay?”

“Why are they so big?”

“What?”

“The houses… you must have, like… hundreds of people here. Why are they so clean? They don’t look old at all…” she murmured with wonder, Aaron frowning at her, about to say something when Daryl spoke up “nah, just some regular shit.”

“Mom never lived in a house like that, she lived in an apartment, and you and daddy didn’t live in a house like that” she pointed out, Daryl humming quietly “didn’t have the money” he admitted with a shrug and she nodded hesitantly, continuing to study the area while Rick, Aaron and the guy who had opened the gate, Nicholas, spoke. “What’s that for?” she asked with a cringe, gesturing to a flower bed outside one of the houses, Aaron frowning even more at the girl but Maggie stepped forward “it’s called a flower bed. You plant flowers there, to make it all pretty” she explained, Daryl nodding when Daisy looked at him for confirmation “ya grandma had some like those, you don’t remember that? Ya grandma had one just like it.”

“Why? The house is gigantic already, like the one at the farm…” she murmured, Maggie smiling softly at her “it is.”

“Why would you need another floor? It’s so wide, aren’t there a lot of rooms in them? There were like a ton of rooms at the farm but there was only one house…”

“I-I’m sorry, but-” Aaron cut himself off, studying Daisy with concern “I just-... you don’t-...”

“Ain’t none ‘f your business” Daryl growled as he stepped a little towards Aaron who nodded and lifted up his hands in surrender “you’re right, I’m sorry” he stated quickly before turning to Rick. “Why don’t you go first? Be the first one to talk to Deanna” he offered, Rick looking over his shoulder at Daisy who nodded, Rick nodding in return before walking ahead after handing Judith to Carl.

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“Hello, my name is Deanna Monroe” Deanna stated softly, studying the way Daisy continued to look around, as though she hadn’t heard her but she saw the way Daisy glanced at her out of the corner of her eyes, making Deanna smirk. “Would you mind if I filmed our talk?” she asked, Daisy glancing in her direction before shrugging, making Deanna nod, turn on the camera and sit down on the couch, studying the way Daisy picked a book off of a shelf, studying it, her dirty fingers grazing over the cover without a care in the world for getting it dirty. “Do you like to read?” Deanna asked softly, Daisy looking at her, studying her before shrugging, putting the book back in place before continuing to pace around a little, looking around as she did. “What’s your name? Rick mentioned you as Daisy but Aaron said that your name is Delilah. Which is it?”

“Delilah… Delilah Marston” she admitted hesitantly, Deanna smiling when she had gotten the girl to talk. “Hello, Delilah. Do you want to sit down?” she asked politely, Daisy moving a hand up to nervously scratch at the scar behind her ear before sitting down in the chair, still looking around. “How long have you been with your group?”

“Since the beginning… a lot of them wasn’t there right at the start… a lot of people who was at the start aren’t here now” she admitted quietly, Deanna nodding ever so slightly “I’m sorry to hear that. Are your parents in your group? Aaron said that you’re close to the one called Maggie, is she your mother?”

“No, my mom and dad are dead” she replied plainly, Deanna studying her “I’m sorry about that, too” she spoke softly but Daisy just shrugged, picking at her nails while looking at them. “Can you tell me a little bit about your group? Rick mentioned that you’re all a family.”

“We are… there’s my uncle Daryl, he’s the one who made my bow and taught me how to use it. Uncle Rick helped teach me how to shoot. Maggie’s dad used to teach me some about plants and Eugene knows a whole lot of things” she stated casually, looking around the room once more “I promise you, you’re safe here, Delilah” she stated softly, Daisy studying her with a weary look before looking away again “nowhere’s safe… can’t stay in one place for too long” she muttered, Deanna frowning at her with sadness before sighing a little “why don’t you tell me a bit about your family? Who are they?”

“What do you mean?”

“What kind of people are they? Are they the kind of people we should take in? Are they dangerous-?”

“We’re all dangerous, except Judith” she replied calmly, as though she was just commenting on the weather and Deanna leaned back on the couch, studying the girl with intrigue “are you dangerous?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirteen… I think… Or twelve…”

“You think?”

“We’ve been on the road a long time” she stated plainly as the excuse and explanation, Deanna nodding softly “You didn’t answer my other question,” she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she studied the young girl “are your family the kind of people we want here?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“If you want to survive. You’ve been behind these walls the entire time, right?” Deanna nodded quietly at the question, making Daisy nod as well “then you need us. My family-... we’ve all done horrible things, all of us, even me… but all we’ve done was for each other, to stay alive. We’ve done a lot of things to stay alive, to not get hurt… we’re capable, strong, and we know what to do… we need this place, too, but if you don’t accept us then we’ll make it out there just fine, too. We’ve done it for so long…”

“I think I understand what you’re saying… the archer, Daryl, you say that he’s your uncle?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened to your mom and dad? You said they’re dead.”

“I was at my uncle and dad’s place when all of this happened, so I don’t know what happened to my mom… she was probably still back home, getting high… my dad died too, he died-... he died for me” she muttered the last bit with a frown, looking down as she fiddled with her fingers to distract herself. “He-... he tried to do something bad, he wasn’t always a good person but-... he died for me… for my uncle…” she admitted, reaching up and fiddling with the necklace that had been under her shirt the entire time. The small pebble of amber with a tiny green leaf encased safely in it. “It’s a pretty necklace. You touched it when you talked about your father, did he make it for you?” Deanna asked, Daisy studying her before letting go of it reluctantly, leaning a little back in the chair she sat in, facing Deanna and the camera with a much colder expression “no. I found it while we were on the road a few years ago and my uncle helped me make it into a necklace.”

“How many times have you been on the road?”

“There was at the start, where my dad and my uncle and I were on our own for a bit, then we met a group, but that didn’t work out… then there was another group, near Atlanta. Then there was after that, then we got to a CDC place, there was a guy left, Jenner… that didn’t work either. Then we were on the road again… a lot of those in my family have been picked up along the way but those who were there at the beginning and up to now? I’d say-... seven? Eight? Seven or eight times.”

“That’s a lot. And all of you were at the beginning?”

“No. And there were more… Jim was bit and we had to leave him at the side of the road, it’s what he wanted… Jacqui and the scientist at the CDC, Jenner, both died a little afterwards. Dale died at the farm, so did Sophia- or, she died in the woods, but-... we found her at the barn… and Shane died there too. Lori died at the prison when she-... when Judith was born… Carl had to-... he just had to” she stated more firmly, studying Deanna before looking down, frowning a little while Deanna studied her with a sad look “you seem to have lost a lot of people along the way…”

“Jim, Jacqui, Amy, Andrea, Beth, Hershel, Patricia, Otis, Shane, Patrick, Dale, Sophia, Bob, Axel, T-Dog, Lori, my dad, 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…”

“That’s a lot of names.”

“I’m good with names.”

“I can see that. What was your parents’ names?”

“Why?”

“Do you remember-”

“Of course I remember their names” Daisy snapped with anger, glaring at Deanna who nodded “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“To ask me if I remembered by dead parents’ names” Daisy finished, shaking her head with disbelief, standing up “Merle Dixon and Krystall Marston. That was their names… Krystall with a K and two L’s” she stated harshly before moving towards the door, opening it, hesitating “if you want to survive, you need us… you haven’t been out there, you haven’t had to do the things we had to do but all of the things we’ve done, even though it might make us seem like monsters… it’s nothing compared to the things that are out there… cannibals who lure people in so they can take your stuff and eat you if you don’t join them, people who roll up to your gates with tanks and run down your home while your people, your family and friends, are dying left and right and are sick with some sort of new flu that kills you! People who lie and manipulate you, use you because you finally thought that all the bad things would have meant something, led to something, but they didn’t and they kept making you believe that they did… that’s what’s out there… and we survived” she stated harshly, walking back into the living room, standing in front of Deanna, facing her and thus facing the camera, though her face wasn’t in frame because she was standing up.

“We survived. And we’re not them. We’re not them and we’re not dead” she stated harshly before storming out of the house, Deanna staring at the spot in front of her with slight shock. In all her years, only one person managed to truly surprise her. And she just walked out the door in a rage.

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Daisy stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping against the ground as she deliberately looked away, Rick staring at her with his hands on his hips. “Daisy-”

“No.”

“Delilah-”

“No.”

“Delilah-”

“I’m not giving up my guns!” she hissed quietly, glaring at Deanna before looking up at Daryl “tell him!” she almost pleaded, Daryl studying her before giving over his own weapons, turning back to look at Daisy who stared at him. “I’m not-”

“Give ‘em up, ‘s alright” Daryl stated softly, Daisy studying him before sighing, stepping forward after Carol had put her weapons with the others’. First was the snub nosed revolver. Then the Glock 19 on the corpse of a former paranoid (not so paranoid after he was dead, hence the ‘former’ part) guy who had tried to build a ‘walker-proof’ shelter, as he had called it in his diary which was practically unreadable, in the middle of the woods with no coverage at all. Then the knife in her boot. Then the other boot. Then the knife strapped to her left thigh on the outside, taking out a swiss army knife from her worn jacket’s right sleeve, the thing just gliding perfectly out from the sleeve, fitting perfectly in her palm as it did. Remaining was her bow and arrows and an old knife attached to her belt as she stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest but Rick just kept giving her that ‘look’. She shook her head “I’m not giving them my knife!”

“Delilah-”

“Uncle Daryl gave me that knife! I’m not giving it up! You’ll have to pry from my cold, dead, walker hands!” she hissed, Daryl sighing very heavily “I’ll get ya a new one or sumthin’” he promised, Daisy looking up at him, hesitantly before shaking her head “no. No you gave me this when we got to the farm. You gave me this! Do you remember what you said? Do you remember? You said that you couldn’t always take care of me and that it was time I knew how to take care of myself and others. You told me I’d use it to help find Sophia. You said that… I’m not giving it to them now. Not now, not ever” she whispered quietly, Daryl studying her with the tears in her eyes before sighing “you’re gonna get it back-”

“No! This is how they do it! They take our weapons and they cut our throat when they want to!-”

“Delilah!”

“No! They will, uncle Glenn, they will” she didn’t bother to lower her voice anymore, her heart racing as she felt like her throat was closing, choking her, tears in her eyes as she shook her head “they’ll cut our throats when we sleep. They’ll probably-... burn us in the house or something! It’s what they do! It’s what people do!”

“Delilah, I know you’re scared-”

“You don’t know shit!” Daisy spat at Deanna, the tears still in her eyes as she shook her head “no… no I’m not giving it up… YOU can give up your weapons if you want but I won’t. I won’t! I’ll be the one who protects this family since all of you don’t care! You’re giving it up! They’ll kill us! Don’t you see?! Can’t you see that?!” she screamed with panic, brushing off anyone who tried to touch her or reach her in any way, slapping their hands away as she felt like everything would crumble, like the reaction to finding out Eugene wasn’t really a scientist was first hitting her now. “They’ll kill us and take our stuff and they’ll kill us! They’ll kill us!”

“No, they won’t, Delil-” “They will! You can’t see that! You WON’T see it!” she snapped at Glenn as he tried to reach for her, tears running down her cheeks. “They’ll kill us! One way or another, they’ll kill us all!” she snapped, pushing past everyone to leave when one of them grabbed her wrist, Aaron already warning the guy when suddenly the man who had grabbed her was on the ground, Daisy standing over him with the knife so close to his face what she could cut him if she leaned barely an inch closer “don’t ever, EVER touch me!” she screamed, tears running down her cheeks and moved the knife closer, almost pressing it against his cheek. “Delilah!” Daryl’s voice broke through to her, lifting her eyes to stare at him, tears running down her cheeks and he sighed “give ‘em the knife. They ain’t gonna do nothin’. They ain’t the damn Governor. They ain’t like those people from Terminus… they ain’t gonna do all that… give ‘em your knife, ‘s alright, I’ll get it back, I promise. ‘M keepin’ my crossbow, ‘s alright” he stated softly as he approached with much less care than anyone would dare to do, gently taking the knife from her and the second it was out of her hands she scoffed at all of them before storming off.