#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

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Story under cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Without me?”

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

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

“Right before you were bedridden, right?”

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

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

“You nearly killed the guy, Arthur.”

“-and I’d do it again, Hosea.”

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

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

“Been exploring, have you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fresh?”

Arthur shrugged. “Relatively.”

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

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

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

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

“Meaning..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shame it had to come to this.”

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

“Are we takin’ him, too?”

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

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

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

-

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[wicked-bitch-of-the-west]

raven’s mobile muse list

Muses on primary blogs

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

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

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

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

Irene (Drive. Canon. @brideofdeluxxe ) +

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

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

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

Canon Characters (side blog)

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

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

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

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

Easter. (American Gods. @ecstre )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laura Moon (American Gods. @maggcts)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tess (The Last of Us. @smugglcr)

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

Original Characters (side blog)

Alice Winters  (Multi-verse. @wiinters) +

Amber McGill  ( Multi-verse. @mcglls)

Anastasia Harris-Meyer (Supernatural. @annicbelle) +

Dawn Decoteaux  ( Multi-verse. @dxdecoteau) +

Erica Morris ( Multi-verse.  @amongxthexcrowd​)

Frankie Petch ( Multi-verse. @xwildatheartx​)

Jocelyn Slade ( Multi-verse. @xwildatheartx)

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

Lanona Royal ( Multi-verse.  @amongxthexcrowd​)

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

Monty Slater ( Multi-verse. @amongxthexcrowd​)

Pearl McGill  ( Multi-verse. @mcglls​) 

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

Sparrow Meyer (Multi verse. @sparrowsxwings)

Sydney Barnes ( Multi-verse.  @gutsnotgarters​)

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

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

∴  more active muses + - low activity

[mondomoda]

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

Viúva Negra (Claire Voyant)- Timely Comics

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

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

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

Phantom_Lady – Sandra Knight @ Reprodução

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

Phantom_Lady – Sandra Knight – Edição Fox @ Reprodução

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

Phantom Lady Dee Tyler @ Reprodução

Phantom Lady Stormy Knight @ Reprodução

Phantom_Lady – Jennifer Knight @ Reprodução

Mulher Maravilha – DC Comics

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

Mulher Maravilha – Uniformes década de 40 @ Reprodução

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

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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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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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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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Kneel

(Warnings: Angst, angst and hints at Trypanophobia, this is just kinda angsty, sorry<3)

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Daisy was practically pulled down the hallway, her heart racing, unsure of what to expect. But what she didn’t expect was to end up in front of a door when it was opened, it showed a quite large (by her standards) living area. There was a tiny kitchen which reminded her of the one back in the shitty apartment she and her mom lived in before everything… It barely had a fridge, a stove and a sink as well as a few cabinets. There were two comfortable looking chairs in front of-... a tv?... It was one of those old box ones, but it was still a tv. On the other end of the room was a large double bed with a door beside it that was slightly ajar but from what she could peek inside, it looked like a bathroom of sorts with the tiled white walls inside. She looked up at Negan with utter confusion, watching him as he smirked proudly, as though he had anticipated her confusion and was happy to have been proven right. “What? Don’t like the color of the walls?” he asked jokingly and she looked back inside the room, still standing just outside, staring in through the open doorway “why am I here?”

“It’s your room” he stated with a shrug and she scoffed, looking up at him “my room? Do you seriously think I’ll fall for that??”

“I don’t know what kind of cave man - excuse me, cave ‘woman’ - shit you’ve been living in, but here? My people? They don’t live like shit-”

“Unless they’re useless to you, right? I saw the cells” she muttered with a scoff, studying the room once more with a concerned frown. “It’s not boobytrapped” he leaned down and whispered slightly tauntingly, his smile fading as he noticed how she kept firm in her suspicion and confusion “shit, kid, lighten up a little. It’s just a room-”

“Bullshit…” she whispered, looking up at him “just take me to the doctor so I can prove that I’m immune” she muttered bitterly, turning her back to the room and he studied her, his smirk returning “don’t you want to get settled first? I mean, damn, at least check out the tv-” he stopped when he noticed the tears in her eyes, his smile faltering and he sighed softly, looking at his men, giving them a brief nod and they left, leaving the two of them alone. “oh, damn” he muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing again “listen, sweetheart, I know this isn’t what you wanted, alright?-”

“I made the deal, what I want doesn’t matter” she stated harshly before looking up at him, her jaw clenched, the tears in her eyes still unshed “just take me to your doctor so he can do whatever, poke and prod me with whatever… then just give me one of the cells we passed by on our way here, I’d be happier in one of those than whatever fake shit this is” she muttered, looking away again and Negan studied her with genuine sadness “listen, you’re gonna get settled, alright? You can have anything you want here. You hungry? We can get you something to eat-”

“I’m not hungry…” she muttered under her breath, her arms wrapping around herself when her stomach loudly disagreed, rumbling at the idea of food, which she hadn’t had since the day before, before they left to get Maggie to the Hilltop. “Just-... come on” he almost ordered, walking away but stopped when she didn’t follow, looking over his shoulder at her and he sighed heavily, groaning a little as he walked over, shut the door to the room and grabbed her, placing his arm casually around her shoulders as he led her down the hallway “stop being so moody. Christ, you’re seriously killing the vibe I’m trying to give off here.”

“Maybe that’s because there already is a ‘vibe’” she muttered bitterly, arms still wrapped around herself and he scoffed with a smirk “that so? What kinda vibe?”

“An uncomfortable one” she admitted hesitantly and he chuckled, lifting his hand to ruffle her hair when she caught his hand, staring up at him, the action he intended to do left tears in her eyes “don’t” she hissed, letting go of his hand, quickly looking away to wipe away a tear, sniffling quietly “don’t do that” she muttered, Negan studying her before nodding “come on” he urged, leading her to get something to eat, whether she wanted it or not.

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It had been almost a week and she still didn’t like it, refusing to get settled properly, even though she had no intention of running away, she couldn’t, he’d just take it out on them, on the others back home. So she didn’t get settled. Negan hadn’t told her to go to the doctor yet for some weird reason. She had met him and he was just about one of the most creepy people she had ever met, which was really saying something when she thought about all the men her mom used to have over when she was high. She didn’t really talk unless it was to insult someone when they pushed her to do something she didn’t want or when her mother came to visit, which she never took well. She sometimes just-... walked. She just walked around, trying to clear her head. It was hell to constantly look over her shoulder, constantly worrying if this was the day where she’d become a lab rat. So she walked, that way they couldn’t come knocking on the door of the room she’d been in. Or well, they could, she just wasn’t there. Today some music caught her attention, an upbeat, jolly, joyful song that made her cringe. She followed it only to see Dwight down the hall, walking away from a cell he had just locked and curiosity got the better of her. The second he was gone, she sneaked down the hallway, studying the door as she dared to inch closer, the music still going in some room further down the hallway. She looked both ways before approaching the door, taking in the metal in front of her before stupidly reaching for the handle, trying to open the door and she scoffed when it didn’t work.

“Yeah, because that would totally work” she muttered, turning around with a scoff, shaking her head at her attempt to open a door she had witnessed being locked, unaware of the man inside, trying to hold it together at the sound of her voice, wanting to call out to her but he didn’t want to give them an excuse to do anything to her. So he let her walk back down the hallway, trying to hold back his tears.

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She was hesitant as she sat down in the chair, Negan right beside her as the doctor came closer with the needle, her chest suddenly rising and falling heavier and Negan noticed “damn, you really are scared of needles��� he stated with a smirk and she glared up at him before eyeing the needle again, unintentionally leaning away from it “yeah, well, watching their mom get strung out in front of them tends to have that affect on children” she spat, the doctor reaching for her elbow and instinctively she yanked it out of his reach, breath heavy “just wait!” she snapped, closing her eyes as she tried to get over her fear, lower lip trembling, as was the rest of her. “Hey, princess-”

“Don’t call me that” she snapped, opening her eyes to glare at him and his expression visibly softened when he saw the start of tears in her eyes. “Shit… listen, sweetheart, it ain’t gonna hurt-”

“It did the first time” she muttered, Negan frowning at her “what?”

“At the CDC… there was a guy, Jenner… he was working on a cure and he let us in before we got overrun… he took our blood, to see if any of us were infected and-”

“And you were positive” Negan finished and she nodded hesitantly, looking back at the doctor who looked utterly bored and annoyed that he wasn’t allowed to stick her with that damn needle yet. “And how did you get over it then?” he asked and she looked down, fiddling with some duct tape on her pants. She had refused to wear anything else they’d given her, so that was what she wore day after day. It’s what she slept in, too. “Someone helped me through it while-... while my uncle held me down…”

“Who was it?”

“The boy who’s father you told to cut off his arm” she stated coldly, looking up at him and he smirked again “damn… you and that boy really go way back, don’t you?”

“Since the start- why are you doing this?? Just-... hold me down and stick me with that thing and get it over with! Why are you acting like you care?”

“Did it ever cross that teeny tiny hormonal teenager mind of yours that I might?”

“Yes, but I’m too old to believe in fairy tales” she fired back and he chuckled, placing Lucille on a chair before pushing her by her shoulders, holding her down as the doctor jabbed her with the needle while she squirmed, hyperventilating as she looked up at Negan, eyes wide with fear as she shook her head, babbling brief ‘no no no no’ and quiet ‘please, please don’t please no’ as the blood was drawn, tears running down her cheeks until the needle was pulled out, Daisy instantly shoving Negan away and getting up, proving that she could have done it before but she forced herself to stay as still as possible, which didn’t help with her fear. She held the crook of her elbow, still shaking, refusing the doctor as he tried putting the small cotton piece over the wound, mumbling about him having enough of her blood and to not get anywhere near her. “Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart” Negan tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she leaned away from him, keeping her head down, her hand reaching up to scratch harshly at the scar behind her ear and Negan observed with a frown. “What is that, a tic or something?” he asked but she didn’t answer, instead scratching more furiously at it, his hand reaching out to catch her wrist and she flinched. “Gonna make yourself bleed if you keep doing that” he stated softly and she looked up at him, staring at him before yanking her wrist out of his hand “I told you, I’m too old to believe in fairy tales” she stated, hinting that she still didn’t believe he could genuinely care about her comfort in any way. “Can I go back to my room?” she asked hesitantly, keeping her head down, Negan studying her before nodding. She must have somehow sensed or seen him nod because instantly she got up and walked out of the room towards her own “wait!” Negan called out, making her stop and walk back to him, head low and he picked up a lollipop, handing it to her with a smirk “~good girls get lollipops at the doctor’s office~” he said in a sing-song voice, a disguised attempt to cheer her up, and she glared at him, snatching it before storming off to her room once more. “I’ll examine her blood as best as I can, I’ll need a sample of one of the dead ones’ blood to compare it with, I’ll use my own blood as a healthy comparison as well” the doctor stated smoothly, Negan picking up his bat as he nodded “yup” he muttered before leaving the room.

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“I get why you did it. You were thinking of someone else… So am I, that’s why I can’t.”

Daryl’s response seemed to make Dwight frown and he turned to face him fully “you think your niece would want you like this? That she’d want you to live like this??”

“I know she wouldn’t, but I ain’t never gonna kneel. It ain’t about me, ‘s about her, that’s why I can’t kneel, ‘s why I won’t” he explained calmly, Dwight scoffing quietly “she doesn’t even know that you’re here-”

“I know. She came by the door, I heard ‘er” he admitted, Dwight frowning at him “what did you say to her?”

“Nothin’. I ain’t givin’ any ‘f you sad sacks of shit an excuse to do nothin’ to her” he hissed, Dwight’s expression softening “you really think we’d do something to her? She’s a kid-”

“That don’t matter. None of it does. I ain’t never gonna kneel” he stated with determination, Dwight studying him before sighing heavily, closing the door without saying anything, locking it.

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Worth It

(Warnings: Oh boy, this is a heavy one, my dear lovelies… blood, angst, death, violence, the whole package, sorry my dears<3)

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Daisy wasn’t shaking anymore when the man kneeled down in front of her and Carl, his eyes locked on them, on their interlocked hands, a smirk spreading across his lips “well well, got ourselves a little Romeo and Juliet here, don’t we?”

“Juliet was thirteen while Romeo was between about seventeen” Daisy snapped, her heart starting to race as he raised his eyebrows at her “well I’ll be damned. You paid a lot of attention at school or something?”

“Negan, sir-” that woman from before spoke up, Negan looking up at her “what, Krystall?”

“Sir, I just-... that’s-... that’s my daughter-”

“That’s your little girl??”

“Yes, sir…”

“Well, her fire sure as shit didn’t come from you” he muttered with venomous amusement, looking back at Daisy, narrowing his eyes “she doesn’t look like you. She takes after her father?”

“No… her grandmother… o-on my side” Krystall admitted hesitantly, Negan humming “well, she’s a fiery little thing…” he muttered to himself before looking up at Krystall “oh, you were hoping by telling me that she’s your daughter that she wouldn’t be one of these poor sacks of shit who’s going to have their head caved in by Lucille?” he asked with a smirk, Krystall seeming to pale a bit at his words as she nodded a little “yes, sir. If-... please… She has a damn mouth on ‘er, always have, but she don’t mean nothin’ by it-”

“Speak for yourself” Daisy snapped, Negan looking back at her with a big grin “damn, you kiss your mother with that mouth of yours?” he asked teasingly and Daisy scoffed, glaring up at Krystall with utter hatred “I don’t have a mom. At least not one that’s her” she stated with anger, glaring up at Krystall who seemed… heartbroken… for some reason that Daisy couldn’t understand. “Shit, you are a spiteful little thing, aren’t you? Well, just so you know, I don’t appreciate little brats talking back to their parents-”

“I never talked back to my parents, just to her. Unlike her, my dad actually gave a shit about me… even though he realized it like eleven years later” she muttered the last part bitterly, glancing at Carl who gave her hand a tight squeeze of comfort. “Who was your dad? Is it this guy over there? I saw the way he almost got up when he saw you.”

“That’s her deadbeat uncle-”

“‘Deadbeat’?! Look who’s talking! He saved my life the day all of this started while you were too busy getting high and having sex with a stranger. You were even too busy to notice that I took the gun from under the sink. And your pills. And packed a bag and left!” Daisy snapped, her eyes glaring at Krystall and if looks could kill, she would have died that day in the apartment, that day that Daisy was talking about now. “Baby, listen, I-”

“Now you want to talk? That’s a shocker, since you barely acknowledged my existence unless it was to beat my ass or yell at me” she muttered, scoffing at the pleading looks in her eyes. “It’s like a little family reunion, how nice. But, let me tell you one thing right now, sweetheart, I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to your mother-”

“Stop calling her that.”

“In fact, I don’t appreciate it at all. She’s your mother and you will speak to her as such-”

“I’ll treat her like she treated me, that’s all she’ll ever get from me.”

“Shit, girl, I’m really trying not to get attached to you but you’re making it DAMN hard on me” Negan stated with utter amusement and she narrowed her eyes at him with slight confusion “you are adorable in the most psychopathic way possible. Damn!” Negan shouted with a large grin as he got up “shit. Lost my point for a moment there. Where was I?... Right!” he kneeled back down again when he seemed to remember, smirking at Carl “you got a lot of our guns…” he was still smirking as he stared Carl down, kneeling down in front of him as Carl stared right back at him “shit, kid, lighten up. At least cry a little” Negan taunted, chuckling quietly and briefly as he got up, tucking Carl’s gun into the front of his pants, covering it with his leather jacket as he walked off, Carl turning to look at Daisy who in turn looked at him, letting out a shaky breath, their eyes locked.

‘We’re gonna be okay’ was what his look said, Daisy affording him a tiny smile. ‘I know.’

As he threatened to kill Maggie, Glenn jumped forward, everything happening all at once and Daisy felt her heart race even more, her lungs begging for air as though they had been deprived of it for years now, her palms sweaty and she looked over to her uncle, her eyes a little wide and she noticed how heavy his breaths were, chest heaving up and down heavily, as though he debated getting up too, Negan’s words were distant and muffled, as though her head was underwater, the only grounding force being Carl’s hand tightly holding hers and she looked over at Maggie, how sick she looked, like she could barely stop herself from crumbling to the ground and dying. Her free hand reached up and began to scratch behind her ear, scratching at the small scar there and Carl frowned at her. He wondered if he should stop her but instead he let her, squeezing her other hand a little tighter in an effort to ground her a little.

She was the only one he didn’t point his bat at as he tried to choose someone, a smirk on his lips as he settled in front of Abraham. As he swung his bat, she didn’t even flinch, her eyes wide as she stared at the ground in front of her, her hand having stopped scratching behind her ear, her entire body felt numb, she could barely feel Carl’s hand squeezing hers. She had relied on Abraham to ‘read’ people. She knew he had military experience and so she thought he had good instincts about people, and she was right. She might not have known him as long as she had known Carl or Maggie, but he was family.

He was family.

And now… now he wasn’t anything anymore, nothing but a corpse without a head on the ground…

As he taunted Rosita, Daryl sprung up, clocking him in the jaw and Daisy got up, trying to run to him, to help, to do something, when someone grabbed her from behind, holding her back as Daryl was pinned to the ground and she sobbed, crying out for him as the guy with Daryl’s own crossbow appeared, pointing it at Daryl’s head. “Want me to do it? Right here?-”

“NO!! No! NO!” Daisy fought against whoever was holding her, the thought of watching that arrow go through his head… she let out a scream as her horror turned to rage and she fought against the grip of whoever held her, turning around, intending to do something, anything, knock her head forward and into their nose, bite them, wiggle free and scratch them, but she halted when she saw who it was that was holding her back. She let out a shaky breath of shock as she looked up at her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shook her head “no!” she screamed, trying to get out of her grasp as she turned around to look at Daryl again. Her heart was racing so fast she thought her body would collapse, unable to keep up with it. “No. No, you don’t kill that. Not until you try a little. Get him back in line” he ordered, Daryl being dragged back in line and Negan turned to look at Krystall who was still holding Daisy back. “Your little girl’s got some fire in her, Krystall. I like that. Get her back in line before she meets Lucille” he ordered casually and Krystall struggled a little but eventually managed to get Daisy back on her knees in the dirt next to Carl, who instantly wrapped an arm around her, partly to comfort her, partly to hold her back from standing up again. As Negan’s bat met with Glenn’s skull she screamed, trying to scramble over to him but Carl held her back, both of them shaking with horror and utter anger as he taunted them before continuing to beat Glenn’s head in until it was practically soup. Daisy buried her face in Carl’s neck yet her head was still turned as she watched him beat Glenn further, shaking like a leaf as the sounds of the beating turned to squelching, nothing solid left except the ground.

As he grabbed Rick, she held on even tighter to Carl, her eyes still locked on the ground where Glenn’s body was, staring at the bloodied earth, she could see his brains, the fragments of his skull, her eyes locked on one of his eyes that had popped out, shock and disbelief and numbness coursing through her all at once, she flinched when the RV door was slammed shut and they drove off, her heart still racing. Not long after the RV was gone, soft footsteps approached her, kneeling down to her level. “Baby?... Delilah?... Please, look at me, baby” Krystall almost begged, Daisy slowly raising her head to look at her, straight in the eyes, unshed tears clouding her vision but she saw her. She saw her clearer now than ever. “Baby, you have to know, I-... it had to be done. He wasn’t family like I am. I’m your mom… baby, I love you, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise, just-... do what Negan says, okay?” she asked softly, her heart silently breaking as Daisy just continued to stare at her. A tear rolled down Daisy’s cheek and Krystall sighed softly “oh, baby” she reached out to wipe the tear from her face when Daisy leaned back and out of her reach. “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise-”

“I know you won’t. Not anymore, you won’t. You’re too much of a coward to put your hands on me now that I can fight back” Daisy stated in a disturbingly calm voice, tilting her head at her as a few more tears ran down her cheeks. “I loved Abraham, I loved Glenn, he’d been there from the start… he was my friend, he was family” she stated in a soft voice “I love Rick. I love my uncle Daryl. I love Maggie, she’s pregnant and sick and she was Glenn’s wife. I love all of them… I love Sasha and Eugene and Rosita. Aaron is my friend. They’re all family” she stated calmly, more tears silently running down her cheeks “do you know what that makes you?” she asked calmly, her voice even and calm as she tilted her head to the other side as she kept looking up at Krystall “it just makes you a ghost. Just like daddy was… but unlike you, daddy realized it… do you know how he died, momma?... He died for me… he wasn’t a good man, I know that, I’m not stupid or naïve, I never was. But he died for me and uncle Daryl. He loved me… he died doing what he thought would save me and my family… and that’s more than you’ve ever done for me. Since all the world went to shit, he and uncle Daryl protected me… while you were busy getting high and fucking a stranger” Daisy spoke the last words with spite, the truth like venom on her tongue, a look of anger finally settling over her features. “Do you still get high, momma? Or did it only take the end of the world to get you clean?”

“Baby, I-...”

“Are you clean?”

“Yes, baby, so please-... please-”

“Please what? The only way you got clean was there was no one left to hook you up… it wasn’t your daughter that you got clean for, it was yourself” Daisy stated once more in a calm voice, studying the heartbroken look on Krystall’s face, and maybe she should have felt something. Anything. Regret over how she was treating her. Guilt for her words, perhaps? Sorrow for the tears she caused? But she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything other than rage. She was acting as though she had the right to treat her like she was her daughter. “You might be my mother, but you’re not my mom” Daisy added in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper, Krystall’s lower lip trembling and she sniffled “baby, please, forgive me.. I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry” she nearly sobbed and Daisy’s look of rage faltered a little, showing a hint of sympathy and Krystall seemed to see this, reaching out for Daisy, cupping her cheek in her hands “please, baby, I’m so sorry…” she whispered, her thumbs stroking her cheeks in a motherly way and Daisy felt her heart flip. She had never touched her like this. Like a mother would. She was lucky she even survived childhood with how much she didn’t care about her. Not that it mattered to Daisy back then. She did all she could to try and earn a love she knew wasn’t there. She brought home arts and crafts works from the few times she made it to school, the few times she didn’t have to spend the day cleaning up after her mother’s binge the night before while she was passed out somewhere. She gave her homemade cards on Mother’s Day and her birthdays, one time she even tried to bake a cake, though she was eight and it was filled with eggshells, but all Krystall did was scold and yell at her for taking money from her to buy the ingredients and for asking a neighbor about a recipe and asking them to help her shop the ingredients.

“You might as well shoot me, momma, because if you don’t… I’ll come for you. I’ll find you and I’ll find a way of getting my blood into yours, and then we’ll see if it can work that way too” she stated calmly yet there was a hint of shakiness to her voice as she stared up at her, her gaze hardening as Krystall frowned “we’ll see if I can be a monster, too” she whispered bitterly, just as the RV pulled up and the door was swung open, Daisy looked away from Krystall, not noticing the tears in her eyes as she looked at her daughter, all that spite was aimed at her, and it was completely her own fault. Krystall was hesitant to follow Negan’s order about putting guns to their heads, her eyes darting between Daisy and Negan and he smirked when he saw this “are you hard of hearing, Krystall?”

“No, sir, I just-... y-you meant-”

“You know what, Krystall? You’re a damn fine soldier and you do what I say, when I say and how I say and I like that, so I’m going to throw you a little treat. If your little princess there can sit still for the remainder of this little lesson, I might just let you take her back home” Negan stated tauntingly, Krystall unable to hide her relief as she nodded “thank you-”

“Like hell I’ll go anywhere with her!”

“Delilah!” Krystall hissed with fear, Daisy scoffing “what? He said ‘sit still’, not ‘shut the fuck up’” she stated harshly, Krystall looking at Negan who nodded “fair point” he got up and walked over, kneeling down in front of her, pointing the bloody barbed bat at her face, his face the embodiment of anger and danger “now shut the fuck up” he stated in a dark voice and Daisy glared at him but didn’t say anything, making him smirk “there we go” he muttered to himself as he got up and walked away.

“Kid, future serial killer, come here” he stated with a smirk, Daisy’s eyes widening and she turned to look at Carl, holding his hand tightly “kid. Now” Negan ordered and Carl looked at Daisy who was already shaking her head “I’m okay, it’s okay” he whispered, about to get up and walk closer when she held onto his hand, making Carl look at her again. “It’s okay” he whispered again and she hesitantly let go, nodding her head a little, watching him as he got closer to Negan, her heart beating harder than ever, she almost thought it’d beat out of her chest, that everyone could hear it race in her chest, beating loudly like a drum. “Are you a southpaw?”

“Am I a what?”

“Are you a lefty?”

“No.”

“Good” Negan stated as he began to wrap his belt around Carl’s left upper arm, Daisy’s eyes widening as she began to shake her head, her heart racing and he looked over his shoulder at her before looking back at Negan when he spoke “that hurt?”

“No.”

“It should. It’s supposed to. All right” he stated once he was done wrapping his belt around Carl’s arm “get down on the ground, kid. Next to daddy. Spread them wings” he ordered, Daisy on the verge of getting up and hurrying over to do… something… except it’d probably make everything worse. It was torture to sit still and watch as Carl laid down on the ground as told as Negan threw his hat somewhere behind him. She watched in horror as Rick was forced to cut Carl’s arm off… Negan counting down, Rick sobbing as he hesitantly lifted the ax, as though he had a choice, when Daisy finally screamed out. “I’M IMMUNE!! TAKE ME!! I’M IMMUNE!” she screamed loudly, tears streaming down her face “I’m immune! I can cure anyone who has been bit or scratched! I’ll give you that. I’ll give you that” she begged, body shaking as tears ran down her cheeks “I have proof, I’m immune, I can prove it, just please-... we understand! We all understand! Rick too! He understands! We all do! Just please-... please” she begged, lower lip trembling as Negan looked at her, a smirk growing on his lips as he looked up at Krystall “you knew this shit?” he asked, Krystall already shaking her head when Daisy beat her to it “no, why the fuck would she know??... I’m immune, I can prove it. You said you have a great doctor, right? Take me to him, take me to him, please. You won’t ever have to worry about being bitten or scratched again, no one will if you don’t want them to, you decide, okay? You have me. You have the cure. Imagine what you could do with that! Just-... please… please” she begged, looking between a distraught Rick and Carl on the ground, his eyes locked with hers and she let out a shaky breath before looking up at Negan “do what you want with me. Poke me with needles, take my blood, whatever you need, whatever you want, just-... please” she whispered, but he heard it, she could see it by the way he smirked even more. “And how do I know you’re not lying, hm?”

“I can show you. I can prove it to you. I’ve been scratched, twice, years ago. I-I don’t know about bites but I’m immune to scratches and I can infect someone by at least biting. I’ve done it before, I’ve bitten someone and she got sick, just like if I was a walker” she hurriedly babbled, eyes wide and full of hope, hoping he wouldn’t see through the half-lie. She lifted her hands in surrender, hesitantly getting up, body still shaking “there’s blood on the RV, which means you found somewhere with walkers, right?... T-Take me there. Take me there, and I’ll prove it. If I’m lying, then I’m dead already, but if I’m not…” she trailed off, approaching Negan slowly “just-... take me instead” she whispered shakily “shit, you’d do that? For these people?”

“Yes… but if this continues… I’ll find a way… I’ll find a way to kill myself and I mean it, everything dies with me unless this ends… let tonight end and I’ll come with you and you and your doctor can do whatever you want with me, stick me with n-n-needles and everything” she stuttered, Negan narrowing his eyes at her “you’re afraid of needles?” he asked and she looked away with red cheeks of utter embarrassment, feeling humiliated, and he chuckled “shit, I might just think that you’re telling the truth” he muttered, studying her before nodding “alright, let me see ‘em” he stated, gesturing to her and she hesitantly pulled up her auburn hair, pulling it back to show the scratch behind her ear “I got this the day everything started…” she muttered, letting her hair back down before leaning down and rolling up her pant leg, showing off the scratches “I got these almost a year after… a-at least I think it was about a year… I tried to get away from walkers and climbed up a tree, one of them scratched me…” she admitted and rolled the pant leg down, turning to look at Daryl who was gently shaking his head at her, making fresh tears form in her eyes as she looked back at Negan “do we have a deal?... Please…” she begged quietly “do we have a deal?” she was pleading at this point.

“Dwight, why don’t you show the little princess here to the truck we parked a little ways from here, I’m sure she’d be more comfortable there on the way back home. Daniel, you go with her, make sure the ‘cure’ doesn’t go anywhere” Negan stated and Daisy let out a shaky breath, the man approaching her, reaching for her when she yanked her arm out of his reach “let me say goodbye, please…” she pleaded, watching him sigh as though he was done giving out favors “don’t push it, princess” he muttered darkly and she nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she walked towards the truck, ‘Daniel’ leading the way with Dwight behind her to make sure she kept up, looking over her shoulder at her uncle, then the rest of her family and finally at Carl, Dwight forcing her to keep walking when he thought she took too long, leading her to the truck and out of sight of the others before returning to Negan, Daniel forcing her into the backseat, closing the door afterwards, practically sealing her in and she began to sob, putting a hand over her mouth to muffle it.

This was it.

And this was worth it. If it meant they lived, if it meant that Rick wasn’t forced to cut off the arm of his son, if Maggie had a chance to make it to Hilltop before-...

It was worth it.

She flinched as the door opened in front of her and when she looked up, she saw Negan in the passenger’s seat, looking over his shoulder at her as Simon got in the car in the driver’s seat, starting up the truck as Negan continued to smirk at her. “Lighten up, princess, this is the start of your new life” he stated joyfully and she clenched her jaw in a mix of anger and grief, opting to look out the window, having to remind herself why she did this to begin this. Who she did it for.

It was worth it.

For them, it was worth it.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Bounce Back

(Warnings: Angst with some fluff fluff scattered along the way)

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“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Come on! Why not?”

“‘Cause I said so” Daryl muttered under his breath as he got ready, Daisy sighing heavily “I’ll just follow you! I’ll take a car!”

“Ya ain’t gettin’ a car.”

“I’ll climb over the wall and hotwire one, I can do that now” she stated defiantly, Daryl stopping in his tracks before turning around and walked up to her “Daisy-”

“I’m thirteen! I go out there to hunt all of the time, I go with Maggie or Glenn or Carl so why can’t I go on a run with you and Rosita?”

“‘Cause we already babysitting.”

“You wouldn’t have to babysit me!”

“Yeah, I do. You think I can help it? I can’t. Your mom ain’t around and neither is your dad so what I say goes” he stated harshly, Daisy staring up at him with stubborn defiance before she sighed heavily, looking away reluctantly “I just hate staying here like a-a housewife or something! I want to be out there!”

“And that’s why ya ain’t goin’ out there” he stated briefly but in a tone that left no room for negotiations, Daisy frowning at him, at his words, but before she could say anything, he had already turned around and left to meet up with Rosita and Denise.

Daisy sighed heavily, running a hand over her face in frustration before storming off, heading for the armory where she got her weapons, walking towards home to pick up her bag and bow and arrows when she met Glenn on the way “hey, where-... Daisy- Daisy, wait up!” he caught up with her as she walked past him, almost jogging to keep up the pace with her “where are you going?”

“Outside.”

“Why?”

“To hunt.”

“You hunted two days ago” Glenn pointed out and she stopped, sighing heavily as she turned to face him, hesitating “I-... y-you wouldn’t get it, uncle Glenn… I’m going out there but I’ll be safe, I promise-”

“You don’t belong out there, Daisy… not in the way you think.”

“You’ve talked to Maggie…”

“She IS my wife” he pointed out and Daisy sighed again “I just-... need to be out there” she muttered, Glenn studying her before nodding “okay, I’ll come with you- and don’t try to argue, you’re not going unless I am too” he stated and she hesitated before rolling her eyes, Glenn smirking a little, knowing her so well that he knew it was sort of her way of relenting and giving in. He jogged towards the armory, returning soon after with his gear, finding Daisy still waiting for him, kicking a small rock on the street. She looked up as he approached, forcing a smile before walking towards the gate with him. As soon as they were out there, Daisy was much lighter on her feet, barely making a sound, her eyes scanning the area, an arrow ready on her bowstring. “I don’t need a babysitter, you know” she stated quietly, Glenn nodding to himself as he walked behind her, keeping an eye out for walkers, or game. “I know.”

“So why are you babysitting me?” she asked, not once did she stop looking around for any type of game, Glenn sighing softly as he followed after her “maybe we’re the ones who need to understand that you don’t need a babysitter. That, or we’re worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. You’ve been distant since-”

“Since I got captured with Maggie and Carol” she finished, stopping to turn around and look up at him “I’m fine. I just-... need to forget it and it’s hard to forget it when everyone keeps reminding me and worrying about me like I haven’t done it before” she hissed, Glenn sighing softly as he nodded “you don’t have to do it anymore-”

“Yes, I do. I’m alive. You’re alive. Judith is alive. Maggie is pregnant. Of course I have to. And I’ll keep doing it. Maybe that makes me messed up but I don’t care. I’ll do anything for my family… anything. And I don’t regret that, I’m not ashamed or worried, even though maybe I should be. I’m good at what I do and if I need to be good at something else then I’ll learn to be good at that too. I can hunt, I can drive, I can shoot and I can kill. I’m not like Carol” she stated softly before turning around to continue looking for game, Glenn catching up to her with a frown “what do you mean? What’s wrong with Carol?”

“Haven’t you noticed?... She doesn’t want to kill anymore… it’s-... it’s like it’s killing her a little bit every time she has to and there’s barely anything left of her” Daisy muttered, looking over her shoulder at Glenn when she was met with silence “she’s not afraid of dying, she’s afraid of killing for us… and in general” Daisy added before sighing, stopping to turn and face Glenn once more. “She’s alright. She’s-... not good, but she’s alright” she added before continuing to walk, sighing heavily after a while of walking with Glenn behind her. “Nothing…” she muttered, looking around, ready to ask Glenn if they should head back when they heard something rattle, growls and groans following, making Daisy frown. If it was free, she would definitely have heard it coming for them, Daryl had taught her how to hear the difference between a warm body and a cold one stumbling their way towards her.

“What do you think?”

“I’m thinking that I don’t want to go back home with nothing” Daisy admitted, looking over at Glenn who nodded softly, raising his rifle a little higher as the two of them began to make their way towards the sound, cautiously. “Ever been out here before?”

“No, it’s a new area for me” she admitted quietly, the two of them coming to something that made Daisy laugh briefly. Up in the trees, nestled between two large trees, was a treehouse. “Holy shit!” Daisy cussed with a big grin, jogging towards it before Glenn could scold her for her language. She quickly made sure the area was clear before looking up at the treehouse from below, smiling when she saw a hatch. “I’ve always wanted a treehouse” she admitted softly, Glenn smiling at her briefly before gesturing to it “well, did you think it’d have a walker with it?” he joked lightly and she giggled briefly.

“Nope, that’s a bonus” she joked back, grinning up at Glenn before circling the two large trees and the treehouse, trying to find a way up there. “The hatch is closed. It must be stuck, somehow… think they locked themselves in there to get away from something?” she asked, Glenn shrugging lightly “maybe- Daisy, wait- Daisy! Delilah!” Glenn hissed quietly, looking around quickly before looking back up at Daisy who was climbing up one of the large trees on the side where there was a window. Or really it was just a square hole in the wall but still, it worked as a window. She managed to get up high enough to peek in, straining herself and she spotted the source of the growling and groaning. And it spotted her. What she hadn’t been prepared for, however, was that it was a kid… it stumbled to it’s feet, stumbling towards the window and Daisy looked down “look out!” she called, Glenn hurriedly stepping a few steps back, watching from below as the walker’s rotten arms stuck out through the window, trying to reach Daisy. “Come on. Come on, just a little further” she muttered to herself, making sure she was as steady as possible on the tree, which really wasn’t all that much but she tried. She hesitantly reached over, just out of reach of the walker’s short arms, it’s small hands trying to grab her and she could feel her heart race. This was a kid. A kid who was probably scared and alone and had hidden himself in the only place that he felt was safe from the chaos that came crashing down over his unsuspecting head.

“Daisy!” Glenn’s voice made her snap out of her trance, looking down at him before looking back up at the walker. Daisy quickly reached forward and yanked the walker’s arm, immediately letting go afterwards to not get scratched and the walker fell to the ground, Glenn quickly digging his knife into it’s skull the second it landed, though not that much of it’s rotten skull was left, most of the walker had been cracked open like a couple of eggs once it hit the hard ground, it’s black blood and guts spilling out from under it, staining the leaves. He looked back up only to see that Daisy was gone, the hatch soon opening and a rope ladder rolled down. When he approached it and looked up, he saw Daisy peering down at him with a large grin, making him scoff slightly, half-amused with the girl. He looked around one last time before putting the rifle over his shoulder, climbing up the rope ladder, sitting on the floor, his legs out through the hatch as he studied Daisy while she looked around, taking in the small place. “Daisy?”

“Hm?”

“What you just did, it-... it wasn’t smart, reaching for it, and were it anyone but you I’d-... but it isn’t. It’s you. Scratches won’t do anything to you, I know, but what if it’d held on? What if it’d dragged you down with it and I wasn’t there? What then? We don’t know if bites are the same as scratches for you…” Glenn explained with an almost pleading tone, Daisy turning to look at him, her expression softening and she sighed softly, nodding. “Okay… I just-... I’m tired of being left behind. I’m tired of being kept out of everything. It’s okay for Carl and that’s great, he’s there with Judith, but not for me… I want to be out there with you guys, helping… who am I helping sitting back home, doing nothing? I’m not doing anything. I’ve nearly killed all the wildlife around here because I need to do something! So I’ve hunted, it’s the only thing I can do… I’m not the type to plant flowers o-or sit up in my room all day, reading comics… I don’t do that anymore because-... because Carl reads them all with Enid anyway and that’s fine, I just-... need to feel like I’m something… like I’m someone who helps… my blood, my… ‘condition’ isn’t doing anything, so what am I meant to do?” she asked with desperation, Glenn studying her before gently shaking his head as he shrugged “I don’t know” he admitted and she sighed, sitting down against the wooden wall. Or at least that was the point. The second her butt touched the floorboards, they cracked, Daisy letting out a brief scream as she fell through the hole in the floor, plummeting to the ground and Glenn practically jumped down as well, barely using the rope ladder. The second it was safe to let go of the ladder, he did, spinning around to find Daisy just laying there, staring up at the hole in the floorboards above her. “Daisy?? Daisy, are you-”

“I really need to fix that” she mumbled, brows scrunching together in a frown as she continued to stare up at them, Glenn frowning with worry “Daisy?”

“Do you think Tobin could help with it? He’s good at building things, right?” she asked, finally looking at Glenn who just stared at her, making her frown “what?”

“You’re-... okay??”

“‘Okay’ is a strong word-”

“Delilah!”

“Yeah, I’m fine” she admitted with a chuckle, sitting up, her grin gone as she winced in pain “my butt hurts, though, and I feel like I don’t have any air in my lungs” she muttered, stumbling to her feet, wincing in pain “and my back… and my everything” she groaned quietly, Glenn letting out a brief sigh of relief, nodding to himself before sighing “alright, well-... let’s go back, alright? We can come out tomorrow to look at the damage or something” he joked lightly, honestly just wanting to take her to the infirmary to wait for the others to come back so Denise could take a look at her and make sure she didn’t hit her head too hard from the fall. “Wait, how do you close it from down here?”

“I don’t- Daisy!” he hissed as she was already on her way up, peeking her head up through the hatch, looking around before smirking. She crawled up into the treehouse, pulling up the rope ladder and shutting the hatch, sliding the lock into place before walking to the window she had crawled through in the first place, carefully climbing out of it and out onto a small branch that she could hold onto. She leaned forward and let her body fall, grabbing the branch before maneuvering herself closer to the trunk, climbing back down, sighing softly as she wiped her hands on her jeans, smiling up at Glenn who shook his head with a scoff, trying to hide his smile from her as he gently pushed her back, making her walk in the direction they had come from, Daisy walking without protest. As she walked he could see that she had scraped her palms a bit, probably while climbing the tree. She had a tiny branch tangled in her ponytail and a few leaves stuck to her hair from her fall to the leaf-covered ground. The back of her clothes had a little more mud and dirt on them from when she fell but she hadn’t even seemed to notice a single one of these things, a small smile on his lips as he followed after her.

He was convinced that she could bounce back harder than any of them.

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The Compound

(Warnings: A few mentions of blood, fighting, angst and then some fluffy fluff)

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Daisy tilted her head at the severed head, a sight that should horrify a girl her age but she just narrowed her eyes a little at it, pulling out her knife and carefully cutting some of the hair a little shorter before nodding to herself, putting her knife away. “It’s a good thing that it’ll be dark” she muttered to herself with a wince before turning to the others, picking up the severed head as though it was a loaf of bread, throwing it at Rick who caught it, studying it before nodding “you should become a hairdresser… Carl could use a good haircut” Rick joked and Daisy scoffed with a smile “sure, if you’d like him to lose an ear too. I’ll probably cut it off by accident and cut off my own finger at the same time.”

“I’ve seen you with a knife, you could do it.”

“I’d rather eat worms again” she muttered and Daryl scoffed, gently shaking his head at her and she shrugged, smiling when she noticed the tiny smile he had on his lips, trying to hide it, but she saw it. “Hey, pie” Maggie called, Daisy jogging over and Maggie smiled at her “I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout names” she stated, Daisy frowning “baby names?”

“Well we ain’t gettin’ a dog, are we?” she asked jokingly and Daisy smirked “why not? We could call it ‘Dog’ and it could be all warm and snuggly and-”

“Okay okay, yes, baby names” Maggie clarified, Daisy chuckling before shrugging “I don’t know… I don’t know baby names…”

“Well, what was your grandma’s name?”

“Peggy.”

“Peggy?”

“Maggie, my grandma was born in Texas, what did you expect?” Daisy asked with utter amusement, Maggie chuckling lightly as she nodded “fair enough. Alright, maybe not Peggy” she decided, grinning at Daisy until she saw how she hesitated, fiddling with her hands and avoiding her gaze. “Pie?”

“What-... what about-... Beth? Or Bethany?” Daisy suggested hesitantly, daring to look up at Maggie who gave her a soft smile, her heart melting at how considerate Daisy was being, gently bringing up Beth, as carefully as possible. “Maybe… I like Bethany” Maggie stated, a hand quickly and fondly smoothing down Daisy’s auburn hair, almost in a motherly way, and Daisy smiled, happy to not have crossed a line with her “me too… oh! Or… Daisy” she added, Maggie chuckling with amusement once more “wouldn’t that confuse things a bit?”

“I can deal with it” Daisy defended with a light shrug and Maggie smirked, once again fondly stroking her hair in one smooth movement “I know you can, pie” Maggie muttered, mostly to herself as she smiled at Daisy.

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“It doesn’t matter what happens to me… just don’t hurt Maggie… don’t hurt the baby…”

Carol’s words made Daisy shift a little where she sat, her gag still in place as she sat against the other wall, far away from both Maggie and Carol, much to her frustration. As the woman with the gun turned around and pointed it at Maggie, Daisy couldn’t help but shift, a frown on her brows as she groaned, trying to get their attention, to get the gun off of Maggie, muffled curses spilling from her lips, the gag catching them which was probably a good thing, some of the things she said would probably have earned her a bullet through the head, no questions asked. Even as they talked to Maggie, about her being pregnant, she didn’t quiet down, not so long as the gun was still on Maggie. Not while it was pointed at her.

“You. Shut. Up” the gun was finally pointed at Daisy and she smirked as much as she could through the gag, a muffled ‘make me, bitch’ leaving her lips and she leaned back against the tiled wall triumphantly as the woman with the gun approached her, the barrel nearly touching her forehead and Daisy edged forward, the cold metal touching her forehead as Daisy stared right up at the woman with defiance. “Calm down, ‘Chelle” the red-haired woman spoke before leaving the room, the woman with the gun, ‘Chelle, walking back to a corner, pointing the gun once more at Maggie and Daisy groaned quietly in anger at this. As the man in the corner continued to groan, Daisy mumbled something, pointing at his arm as if she was pointing out an obvious flaw, the woman who had lit a cigarette walked over, yanking the gag out of her mouth “what? You mouthy little bitch.”

“The tourniquet isn’t done right” she pointed out casually, looking up at the woman with a small smirk, the woman scoffing “and what would a kid know about that?”

“He’s still bleeding like he’s an open tap, isn’t he?” she fired back, the woman with the cigarette scoffing “and you think you can do better?”

“Well with the way it’s done now, it can’t get worse” she muttered casually, the woman scoffing, about to put the gag back in when the man spoke up, desperate “please. Please, let her try and fix it, I’m bleeding to death here!” he begged, the woman scoffing, shaking her head “you’re fine, just don’t touch it” she ordered before putting the gag back in Daisy’s mouth, or at least she tried to. Until Daisy bit her hand. The woman recoiled, cursing, looking at the wound, seeing small spots of blood before backhanding Daisy, Maggie and Carol yelping in shock, Maggie’s eyes burning with a fiery rage as Daisy looked back up at the woman she had just bitten, her lip busted and bleeding ever so slightly. “You little sick bitch!”

“Oops” Daisy stated with feigned innocence, the woman reaching for the gag once more when she noticed the look in Daisy’s eyes. The look that proved that she would do what she just did over and over again, for as long as the woman dared to try and gag her again and something told her, from the look in the girl’s eyes, that her cancer wouldn’t be the only thing to kill her if she tried again. She hesitantly scoffed as if she didn’t care, ignoring Daisy and the second the woman turned away from her, Daisy poked her tongue out, licking her wound, wincing a little as she clenched her tied hands in annoyance.

Daisy’s attention shifted from her bruised lip to the man as he struggled to get up, advancing on Carol demanding some kind of repayment or something for the bullet she put in his arm. When he doubled over in pain, Daisy could see his face, her eyes growing wide and she tried to launch herself forward “he’s faking!” just as the words escaped her lips he backhanded the red haired woman, who apparently was named Paula or something. He went for Carol, Maggie swiping his legs out from under him and Daisy jumped forward, trying to get his head in between her arms so she could pull back and try to choke him with her tied hands but he got out of it before she could do that, beginning to kick Carol until Maggie got on him. As he gripped Maggie by her hair and she headbutted him, Daisy did what she had attempted before, managing to jump up and wrap her tied hands around his neck from behind, pulling, stumbling back against the tiled wall, the back of her head colliding with it but she ignored the throbbing pain and dizziness, her eyes feeling as though they went in separate directions and so she did whatever she could. Which was to bite him. She was infected, after all, so if his arm didn’t kill him, she would enjoy the twisted poetry of him dying because she bit him. If such a thing was possible. She hoped it was.

He suddenly bent forward, swinging Daisy with him, smacking her to the tiled floor, kicking her spine before Paula managed to knock him out with the butt of her gun, Daisy cringing in pain but the first thing she did was lift her head to Maggie, who gave her a brief nod. “I’m alright, pie” she muttered softly and Daisy turned her attention to Carol, groaning in pain as they took Maggie away for questioning, Daisy managing to make her way over to Carol to check on her.

Daisy could barely take how slow time was going, listening to Paula talk about her boss, then conversing with Rick and finally they left. The second they were out the door, Daisy’s body tensed up, like a spring trap ready to go off, she waited a few seconds longer, making sure they were really gone, before turning to Carol, springing into action. She quickly began to use a tiled corner to dig her duct taped hands into while Carol used the cross she’d snatched, sharpening it before cutting off the duct tape around her hands, getting loose much faster than Daisy. The second she was free, she turned to Daisy, cutting her loose before moving to her ankles while Daisy focused on her own ankles, helping Carol stand once they were both free. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah-”

“You took a beating, Carol” she whispered harshly, Carol studying her before sighing “not more than you. I’m fine. Let’s go, we have to find Maggie” she whispered, Daisy already nodding, in complete agreement with the woman she thought of as an aunt. As they sneaked through the damp halls, Carol nearly passed by a door until Daisy peeked in through the window, grabbing Carol by her sleeve and carefully yanking her inside, both Carol and Daisy hurrying to Maggie, getting her out of the duct tape. Carol was closest and so she was pulled into a hug first, both of them standing up and when Maggie parted from Carol, she turned to Daisy, pulling her into a tight hug, both of their hearts a little lighter at the sight of seeing each other unharmed. “You alright, pie?”

“We have to be” she whispered in return, Maggie nodding, holding on just a while longer before parting from her. “We have to go-”

“We can’t leave them here alive” Maggie protested, Daisy frowning a little at her before looking at Carol, moving away to peek out the door while they decided on what to do. Finally, Carol neared the door and Daisy nodded, Carol carefully prying the door open, peeking out before hurrying down the hallways with Maggie and Daisy right on her heels “so, what do we do?”

“We end this” Maggie whispered harshly, Daisy frowning at her, a hint of hesitation in her eyes that Maggie didn’t see as she was behind Daisy, who was behind Carol.

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Daisy was quiet as she sat outside, eyes almost vacant as she stared at the pond, her head still throbbing with pain, shooting through her entire skull, reminding her constantly. Everything was quiet, calm, peaceful… it made her sick to her stomach, the serenity of everything, the trees, the bushes, the green grass, everything was so… serene… surreal. “Hey?” she flinched as someone waved a hand in front of her face, her eyes turning to look up at the boy in the sheriff’s hat that blocked the sun. She blinked, snapping herself out of her daze as she cleared her throat, frowning “uhm, yeah, sorry” she muttered, Carl studying her before sitting down next to her on the steps, studying her as she stared vacantly at her own hands, as if seeing something that no one else could see, like imaginary blood coated her fingers, sticky and wet and metallic. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine-”

“No, you’re not” Carl stated with a brief and dry chuckle, making her look up at him and she hesitated “do you think-?... I’m-... I’m infected… so-”

“No, you’re not-”

“I am, Carl. A-And so long as I don’t turn, I don’t care, but-... I am infected… so… if I bit someone, or scratched them…”

“You’re wondering if that could turn them?” he asked and she nodded ever so slightly, Carl looking ahead before shrugging “I don’t know… why?”

“I just-... when they had Maggie and Carol and me, I bit two people… I-I mean one of them was already dying and he attacked Carol, and the other tried to gag me,” Carl couldn’t help but smirk and look down at the thought of her biting someone because they tried to gag her, it sounded like something she’d certainly do, “and she was sort of dying already, too, only slower, but-... what if they’d lived through that? Lived through us… would they have turned?” she asked quietly, Carl studying her, how much this seemed to trouble her, yet he wasn’t exactly sure why. Yet. He took off his sheriff’s hat and placed it on her head, purposefully tipping it down over her eyes and she laughed briefly as she lifted it up, taking it off and placing it back on his head, unevenly, which was on purpose as well, the two laughing briefly. They both sat there for a while longer before Daisy sighed, getting up “I uh… I have to help Morgan do something… so…” she trailed off, Carl getting up as well, nodding “yeah, sure. What is it?”

“He’s, uh… building something, actually… I said I wanted to help” she stated with a sheepish smile, Carl nodding again “sounds good. You sure you can handle it?”

“Yeah, after what happened with-... yeah, I need something-... non-apocalyptic” she admitted awkwardly, Carl nodding with a smile before approaching, hugging her tightly and she eagerly hugged him back before parting from him. She tapped the tip of his hat so it fell down and covered his eye as she walked backwards, hands in her back pockets as she smirked at him when he lifted up his hat to look at her “give Judith a kiss for me, will you?”

“And a hug?”

“Most definitely a hug” she called before turning around, jogging to meet up with Morgan, Carl watching her with a smile and a strange and weird sensation in his stomach, like he was afraid, for some reason… but he wasn’t. He’d been afraid before, he knew this wasn’t it, but it was the closest feeling that he could attach it to.

Daisy jogged down the steps and into the makeshift jail that Morgan had been building, looking around as she sheepishly approached, clearing her throat awkwardly to make her presence known “you’ve come far with it…”

“Yeah. You wanted to help, right? What do you want to do?”

“I-I don’t know… h-honestly I just-” she hesitated, studying him before sighing, relenting “I just need to do something… something-... boring… no offense” she stated awkwardly, Morgan smiling with amusement as he looked down and nodded “none taken. We only need a few more stones to line the walls. Why don’t you mix mortar?”

“The what-now?”

“The-” he couldn’t help but laugh a little before walking over, showing her the various things “see, you mix these and it becomes a sort of… paste. You apply it where you want the brick to be and then you slide the brick into place.”

“Won’t that push some of it out?”

“Well, you wipe that off with this,” he lifted up what looked like some kind of weird spatula “and use it for the next brick. Once this dries, it’s like cement, it keeps the bricks in place” he explained, noting how interested Daisy actually seemed in all of this “did your dad ever make stuff with you?” he asked as he began to mix the mortar, making sure that she was paying attention to learn what to do “uh, no… he once had me help him look for drugs in a prison, but it was after the world went to he-” she caught herself, clearing her throat “it was after everything happened” she corrected, Morgan smiling a little at how she caught herself before she’d cussed. “Well, I’m glad that you’re doing this with me” he stated honestly and she smiled up at him, shyly, before looking down at the mortar “so… I just keep mixing it?”

“Yup, it keeps it wet so it doesn’t dry up before we’ve had a chance to use it. With you here, I don’t have to stop every once in a while to stir it” he admitted with a smile and she nodded, continuing to mix it as Morgan began to work on the bricks, sliding them in place, Daisy providing the mortar paste while also helping carrying some of the bricks over so he didn’t have to cross the room to get new ones, even though the room was tiny already. Some time passed by with this and Daisy was actually having fun, chatting occasionally with Morgan, though the conversations were always brief, barely more than a few words being exchanged before another comfortable silence fell over them. Morgan slid the last brick into place, stepping down from the ladder, turning to look at Daisy who turned around and continued to stir the mortar paste a few times before she heard footsteps, turning to look at Rick who walked closer to the jail cell. “Daisy” he greeted, Daisy looking like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes a little wide as she glanced between Rick and Morgan “I-... I just-”

“It’s alright” Rick assured and she relaxed when she realized he wasn’t mad at her. She nodded awkwardly and Morgan walked over, taking the weird spatula thing, which she’d already forgotten the name of, and nodded to her “go on, it’s okay, I can take it from here” he stated softly and she nodded, wiping her hands carelessly on her old jeans, the duct tape on them catching some of the dust on her hands and she opened the cell door and slipped past it before closing it again, Rick wrapping an arm briefly around her, pulling her closer in a brief hug, pecking her head before letting her go past him, all happening in barely a second yet it made her feel safe, she needed that after what she went through with Maggie and Carol, and he knew that.

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Planning

(Warnings: Some angst, angsty fluff, fluff and some fluff at the end<3)

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Carl knocked on the doorframe as the door stood open, Daisy raising her head, thinking that maybe Maggie or Glenn had come back from the meeting early but she frowned when she saw that it was Carl, holding Judith. “Hey…” he muttered and she studied him before looking back at the small notebook she had with her, “hey” she muttered as she continued to write with a pencil that grew increasingly shorter with each page being filled. “What are you writing?”

“Names…”

“Names?”

“Of everyone…” she admitted, Carl studying her before walking inside with Judith, sitting on the windowsill with her in his lap and Daisy smiled at the baby girl. “She’s so cute” she muttered and Carl smiled and looked down at his sister “she is… she looks like my mom, doesn’t she?”

“She does… especially the eyes” Daisy agreed and Carl looked back up at her, the two sharing a brief look with faint smiles before she went back to writing names. It had barely been a few days since she moved out and moved in with Maggie and Glenn and he had to admit that he missed her. A lot. He missed seeing her, watching her babysit Judith and smile, he missed making her smile. And laugh…

“What kind of names are you writing?”

“Everyone who died…” she admitted quietly before frowning, without a doubt searching her memory for a last name or something before writing it down, adding a few more names before putting the book away on the nightstand with the pencil neatly placed on top of it. “Can you really remember all of them?”

“Yeah… I remember the names… I don’t know why, though” she admitted and Carl got up, walking over and sitting down on the bed where she was sitting, placing Judith on the bed and the baby girl lit up when she saw Daisy, crawling over to the middle of the bed against the wall where Daisy sat, who grinned and picked her up halfway, placing her in her lap. “She misses you…”

“I don’t think she’s old enough to miss me like that…”

“She does” Carl insisted with a smile, making Daisy smile as well when she looked at him. “She has your mom’s nose too” Daisy noted and Carl smiled “yeah, I’ve noticed that too… Do you look like your mom? Or… your dad?”

“You’ve seen my dad” she pointed out with utter amusement, laughing quietly “do you really think I look like him?” she asked jokingly and Carl laughed, gently shaking his head “not really, no” he admitted and she chuckled, looking back down at a grinning Judith “my mom always said I looked like my grandma…” Daisy remembered and gave a faint smile at Carl, who smiled in return “do you remember them?”

“Bits and pieces… but not really, no… I remember faintly that she had a garden out in front of her house, she had flowers there, all kinds, but daisies were her favorite” she admitted, Carl grinning “is that why you prefer Daisy instead of your name?”

“I remember that she used to call me her little daisy” she admitted sheepishly and Carl smiled “she sounds nice” he stated and she nodded in agreement “I think she was. I think my grandpa was too… I remember him letting me sit on his lap as he watched sports on the tv but I’m not sure if it’s even a real memory” she admitted, Carl shrugging lightly “I think it is.”

“You do?”

“Yeah” Carl stated with a shrug, smiling at Judith with a big grin. “Daisy? We’re back! We have to talk” Glenn called out, Daisy frowning at Carl, handing him Judith before scooting out of bed, Carl following her downstairs. “Hey, pie” Maggie greeted, a frown forming on her brows when she saw Carl coming down right after her with Judith. “Carl, you should talk to your dad” Glenn stated softly, Carl studying them before nodding, turning to Daisy “see you?”

“Yeah, sure” she nodded, watching him leave with Judith and Maggie sighed, approaching Daisy and sitting her down at the dining table with Glenn. “So… what?”

“We’re gonna fight” Maggie admitted, Daisy nodding with a light sigh “‘n Glenn and I have talked, and you should talk to your uncle ‘bout this… I’m going to keep watch on the perimeter-”

“But-”

“It’s alright, pie… we’re gonna fight for this place, for the Hilltop, ‘n this is the safest way that I can do it. You need to talk to your uncle about all of this…”

“Then I’m going to be on watch with you too” Daisy stated with a shrug, arms crossed over her chest and Maggie smiled softly at her “talk to your uncle ‘bout that, alright? But no matter what, if he says no to anythin’, you have to listen, pie… don’t go off thinkin’ of doing your own thing, not now, not this time” Maggie stated softly, Daisy studying her before nodding, Maggie nodding as she sighed “best go talk with him ‘bout this now. Go on, now” she urged and Daisy nodded, standing up, giving Maggie a brief hug before moving over to Glenn who hugged her, kissing the top of her head briefly before gesturing to the door “go on” he muttered, mostly to himself, and Daisy nodded, leaving the house to walk down the street to the house Daryl and Carol stayed in. She walked inside, looking around to find Daryl in the kitchen, an odd sight. He was sitting on the counter, fiddling with something on his hunting knife until he heard the door open and close, lifting his head up to see Daisy. “Hey” Daisy muttered, walking over and Daryl sighed heavily, putting his things away and got off of the counter, leaning against it “hey” he replied quietly, the two of them just standing there, a bit awkwardly, before he spoke up “you ain’t comin’ in with us, understand? I know you wanna help but you ain’t helpin’ with that… you’ll be outside, a’ight? With Maggie ‘n Carol” he admitted quietly, watching how she lit up at his words and he shook his head “you do as they tell you, a’ight?” he asked sharply but his sharp tone and harsh expression was gone the second she hugged him tightly, surprising him, but he eased into the hug, hugging her back. “Thank you, uncle Daryl… I just-... I don’t want to be on the sidelines all the time…” she stated quietly, Daryl taking in her words before sighing, hugging her a little tighter as he nodded “a’ight…”

“Can I crash here?”

“Sure, I’ll take the couch” he muttered casually, moving towards it when Daisy scoffed and made a run for it, somehow managing to vault herself over the back of the couch and land in the seat without breaking every bone in her body, destroying the couch or the coffee table in front of it, a proud smirk on her lips as she took up all of the couch, not that she was long enough that he couldn’t find a spot if he was truly dedicated to it, but he just scoffed and lifted up her feet, sitting down before placing them back in his lap as he got comfortable on the couch, Daisy giggling at the compromise. She had a grin on her face until she suddenly didn’t, Daryl noticing in an instant and he poked her foot, catching her attention “hey” he stated and she studied him before looking down at her hands, fiddling a little with them “I wish it could be like this… like if everything hadn’t happened… like if-... if that shop owner hadn’t been robbed that day… if he hadn’t died… if dead people hadn’t come back to life… I don’t think I’d be doing well in school…” she muttered, Daryl studying her with a frown before scoffing quietly “whatchu talking ‘bout? Why not?”

“I didn’t do well before” she pointed out and Daryl sat up a little straighter, Daisy mimicking him, pulling her legs to herself as she turned to face him on the couch, crossing her legs as she picked at her pant leg and a loose string by her ankle. “Lotta shit went on before” Daryl pointed out, Daisy nodding, keeping her head down “do you think momma is alive?...”

“Don’t know… Why? You been thinkin’ ‘bout her?”

“Not really… I just-... she was high and with some stranger when I left… and I took the gun under the sink with me. I didn’t want her to do something with the gun like last time…”

“Last time?” Daryl asked a little more sternly, Daisy’s cheeks turning red as she looked like a deer in headlights “what happened ‘last time’??”

“Nothing-”

“Delilah…”

“She-... she had been drinking a little and a friend of hers was over and he gave her something in a bag and after she took it she kept talking about the FBI and CIA watching us…”

“She hurt you?”

“No! No, she just-... she didn’t hurt me, she just-... shot at the wall a couple of times… and…”

“And?”

“And-... she turned to me and asked me if I could see them. She asked if they were dead… and she was smiling…”

“Whatchu say?...”

“I said ‘yes’… it seemed to make her happy and calm her down” Daisy muttered quietly, Daryl running a hand over his face in anger and although he’d never laid a hand on a woman, if his niece’s mother was here right now, he would have been close to knocking her out for this. “This ‘friend’, was he there when you left?”

“No, it was some other friend… they were doing gross things in the living room…” Daisy admitted with a scrunched up nose and Daryl scoffed, hiding an amused smile behind his hand, the only source of amusement for him being the way she had scrunched up her nose. “‘s good you came, ya know… ‘n took the gun with ya” he stated and she forced a smile and nodded, looking up at him briefly before sighing “so… when are we leaving?” she asked and he wished to God that he didn’t know what she was talking about, but he did, and he wished to hell and back that she wasn’t coming along with them, but she was. Honestly, she’d probably have strapped herself on top of the RV in order to come with them, whether they wanted it or not.

“Tomorrow” he replied and she nodded, a small silence filling the room before she slouched back down on the couch, placing her legs up over his again to get comfortable, grabbing a pillow to put under her head and Daryl scoffed. “A’ight then, but you ain’t gettin’ rid ‘f me that easily” he stated and she smirked “I wouldn’t have made it this far if it was that easy” she stated quietly, smiling at Daryl who scoffed and gently slapped her legs “c’mon, we’re meetin’ with the others to go over this” he stated and she nodded and got up after him, following him out of the house and towards the others. 

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Daisy stood at the end of the table as the man drew the map, silent, drawing in her own notebook with the worn down pencil that had small bite marks at the top of it. Her eyes flickered between what the man drew and her own notebook, taking note of everything, writing down notes so small that Maggie could barely read them when she peeked over her shoulder. As they continued to talk, Daryl noticed how Daisy’s ears wiggled every once in a while, as if she was on a different wavelength and sometimes tuned in on their station, catching glimpses of what they were saying, putting it together in her head and then continued writing and drawing, a small smirk on his lips at the sight. How the hell did her mom and Merle make her? How the hell did she come from either of them? He knew how, of course, but… how?

“We’ve done more with less” she stated suddenly and he was thrown back into the conversation, eyes lifting to look at her as she finished writing a sentence, closing her notebook and reaching over, pulling out the first sheet of paper that the man drew on, pointing at the lot. “It’ll be at night, so visibility is low. They want Gregory’s head, and they’ll get it. He put up a fight, which surprised everyone, you had to break his nose. You made sure to mercy him before cutting off his head as proof. You’ll bring it to them, late at night, showing them the head. You’ll have to get up close or they’ll have to come to you, either way we get them. They’re the lookouts, and since it’s night it’s highly unlikely that there are more than those two, though if they had a brain, they would have more” she commented the last part under her breath before pulling up the second sheet of paper, gesturing to the hallway “we’ll secure the pantry and once we’ve confirmed it’s location we’ll likely split up and go down each hallway, securing any armory and weaponry there is” she stated plainly, standing back up straight, Rick trying to hide his smirk, as did everyone else, except Jesus, the man who had drawn aaaaand… Daryl. “‘We’... ‘We’” he stated firmly and gestured to everyone but her, Carol and Maggie, and Daisy blushed a little before forcing herself to shrug “of course” she stated quietly, awkwardly clearing her throat “but my plan… it’s good, right?”

“Yeah… yeah, it actually is” Rick agreed, gesturing to a very proud Daisy “I agree. They want Gregory’s head, so we’ll give it to them, let them open up the place for us” he stated and Daisy grinned “so am I coming along tomorrow to help find-”

“No”

Pretty much everyone except Jesus and the guy who drew the map spoke in unison, Daisy pouting a little and Rick smirked at her “don’t worry, we won’t start anything without you” he almost teased and Daisy was about to say something when Daryl whistled briefly and sharply, catching her attention “go home, get some sleep” he ordered softly and she thought about saying no before just deciding to agree, turning around and leaving for the house.

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A single lamp was on inside the living room when Daryl returned to the house, he carefully opened the door, peeking inside at the living room to find her laying on the couch. She had closed her eyes, probably already miles away by the state of how relaxed she looked, his heart aching, bleeding for her and he saw that little girl that she was a nearly two years ago, laying on the couch at the Greene farm after having bolted after Rick when Carl was shot, not even stopping to catch her breath and the second she was there she had offered up her blood, only to practically pass out when she was told that it wouldn’t be possible and there was nothing she could do but wait. He studied her a while longer before nodding to himself, reaching over and grabbing a blanket from the chair nearby, unfolding it and laying it across her to cover her. He quietly and carefully reached down and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed, making sure she was under the covers, the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. He sat at the edge of the bed a while longer, studying her. He remembered how dirty and greasy her hair had been every time he saw her when she was a little kid, her mom dropping her off to party or get high and drunk, or all three together. The only time she ever looked happy, well-fed and clean was when she had been staying with her grandparents whenever Merle refused to let Daisy be dropped off at his place, usually because Daryl wasn’t around to take care of her.

Now she was in a real bed for the first time in years. Her hair was clean… -ish... Her clothes were clean, sort of, but she wasn’t dirty, her hair wasn’t greasy and matted, she didn’t have to go to school in old tattered clothes with shoes held together by duct tape. Though she still refused to part from her red converse sneakers and jeans, both having a few straps of duct tape on in their respective places, though it made it easy to track her, looking for the shoeprint of half a shoe and then duct tape. He nodded slightly to himself before quietly getting up, leaving the room but leaving the door ajar so if she woke up, she wouldn’t panic too much, she still had nightmares, Rick and Michonne had told him that, as had Maggie and Glenn when she moved in with them, that sometimes they’d hear her sobbing at night and Glenn would be the only one who could calm her down and sit with her, not even Maggie could, possibly because Glenn had known her longer, since the start of everything, the start of this new world.

He’d keep an ear open throughout the night for her.

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The Hilltop

(Warnings: Slight angst mixed in with fluff, a hint of more angst and Gregory himself is a warning because he’s a slug with a very punchable face and attitude, so yeah lol, fuck Gregory)

Note: This is not meant as romance, this is the OC growing up with the Survivors (Rick’s Group), though there might be some Carl x OC later on. Might.

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Daisy was quiet as she got up into the RV, her bowstring fixed, bow ready, backpack with her, arrows tied to the backpack in a make-shift quiver, her dagger strapped to her left thigh, a gun resting on her belt, another knife on the other side of the belt, a few bullet in the small satchel tied to the strap that was around her left thigh and an automatic rifle with her. Compared to the others, she looked practically vulnerable, just a handgun and a bunch of knives and a rifle, besides the bow and arrows, of course. “You sure that’s enough?” Jesus joked but Daisy just looked straight ahead at him with an emotionless expression “I don’t need guns to kill you” she just stated plainly before looking down at her bow, making sure everything was as it should be. “Why do I get the sense you’re probably more dangerous than everyone else?” he joked nervously and she looked back up at him, putting her bow aside, signaling that he had her full attention “my mom shot up drugs while pregnant with me, and after. My dad dealt drugs and shot them up himself, I’ve never had all of my vaccinations and I’ll probably die because of it, or some walker tears me apart before I can blink. I don’t really have anything to lose, that’s all” she stated casually, a few heads turning in the RV and she leaned back in her seat, looking around at them “what? No one is alive to make some kind of cure anyway” she muttered bitterly, Maggie frowning at her “Delilah” she said softly, enough to get the girl’s attention and when she did, her look softened, her eyes moving to Maggie’s stomach before looking back up at her “I’m sorry… I didn’t-”

“It’s alright, just-... don’t think like that too much, alright? Don’t get stuck in your own head” Maggie advised with a soft smile, Daisy nodding softly, making Maggie smile “you should get some sleep, you always look so tired these days…”

“I’m alright… hey, can-... can I move in with you guys?” she asked hesitantly, Rick and Michonne looking at her with a frown, though Michonne was actually able to turn to look at her since she wasn’t in the driver’s seat and behind the wheel “why? You’re the one who wanted to stay with us to begin with…”

“Yeah, just-... Carl and I-... don’t really work well… I don’t want to stay in the same house as him” she muttered bitterly, Jesus frowning at her “why do you think you won’t survive long? You’ve made it pretty far from what I can tell-”

“I don’t think I’m immune to bites like I am to scratches” Daisy muttered casually, everyone turning their heads to look at her, making her scoff “what? It doesn’t matter now, so why hide it?” Daisy asked with a quiet voice, Jesus frowning with shock and disbelief “what do you mean ‘immune’?” he asked with shock, Daisy scoffing as she rolled up her pant leg, showing him the scratches “got that when I was like eleven or something-”

“Eleven ‘n five months” Daryl spoke up without thinking, all eyes turning to him and he noticed, scoffing “what? I can’t know how old my niece is?” he asked rhetorically before looking out the window again, Maggie smirking “you countin’ the days too?” she teased, Daryl scoffing at her and she grinned at Glenn, even though Jesus was still frowning with disbelief and shock “but-... these scratches, they’re from a dog or something, right?”

“No. I crawled up a tree to get away from walkers-”

“So you scratched yourself on a tree-”

“If you’re going to interrupt me you might as well just stop asking me questions” she snapped, Jesus swallowing the lump in his throat “but-... you’re-...”

“Yeah, and the only two guys who could make something with it can’t do it. One is dead and the other is a lying son of a-”

“Delilah!” Daryl warned, Daisy quieting down as she looked down. “It doesn’t matter, anyway… there’s no one who could do anything with me… my blood doesn’t work either… we tried that…-”

“Deanna was already bitten’, pie, she was already dyin’, one way or another with that leg of hers, too, maybe it has to be before they die or get bit” Maggie tried, a smile on her lips that Daisy just frowned at “no one is going to willingly get bitten or scratched to test that… besides, I don’t want any needles-”

“So what, you’re going to cut a hole in your arm again and hope a tube will fit in it?”

“It was the best I could do” Daisy muttered bitterly to Rick’s question, Daryl frowning at her “you did WHAT?!” he snapped, Daisy turning a little more pale as she looked at him “I thought it was worth it if it helped her…” she muttered, her hand covering the crook of her elbow without realizing it, covering the small scar that was there, even though it was already covered by the fabric of her sleeve, Daryl scoffing “gonna take away yer knives too if you ever do somethin’ stupid like that again” he muttered and Daisy scoffed, leaning back “great, then we can test if I’m immune to bites too-”

“Delilah!” Daryl snapped and she restrained herself to not groan or roll her eyes, simply looking in his direction and he scoffed “go ter the back of the RV.”

“But-”

“Now!” he snapped, Daisy scoffing as she got up, about to grab her things when Daryl stopped her “nuh-uh, leave ‘em.”

“What?! But what am I supposed to do then if I can’t-”

“No, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ in there except not actin’ like this, now go on, get” he ordered and she glared at him but stomped off, Daryl groaning as he looked back out the window “brat” he muttered and everyone but Jesus knew he didn’t mean it. “So, she’s your niece?” Jesus asked, Daryl glaring at him “shut up” he muttered before looking back out the window again.

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Daisy was quiet as she sat on the grass while Maggie guarded Jesus, Maggie sighing softly “you really wanna stay with me and Glenn, pie?”

“Yeah, maybe I can help with the baby, I’m pretty good with Judith…”

“Why? I thought you and Carl got along really well?”

“Do you know the last time he’s actually talked to me like we used to before we got here? And not just ‘hello’ or something like that. Months. It’s been months and he didn’t even realize it had been that long, or that he hadn’t even talked to me…”

“I’m sure there’s a reason for it-”

“Yeah, her name’s Enid” Daisy muttered bitterly, getting up, taking out her knife from the sheath that was strapped to her thigh, walking over and mindlessly sticking the knife into a wooden post, clearly a bit bored. “Enid? I-”

“It’s-... I’m not mad at her, it’s not like I don’t like her, I’m sure she’s really nice and all but I just-... I don’t mind him being friends with her, but he forgot about me, that’s all” she muttered, Maggie sighing softly “don’t worry too much ‘bout it, pie, alright? It’ll pass, you don’t have to move out-”

“No, I do… I don’t want to be in that house with him if I don’t exist anyway. He was literally the reason why I wanted to stay with them and not uncle Daryl and Carol” she muttered, Maggie giving her a sympathetic smile “I know, pie…”

“And now my uncle thinks I’m insane…”

“He don’t-”

“Yeah, he does!... I-... I just-... thought it’d help, you know? That maybe, somehow, I could still do something with this, with me, my life… I-I’m not stupid, okay? I know it’s not that simple but-... what if it was? What if it was and I just-... didn’t do anything because I thought it wasn’t that simple?” she blabbered, Maggie sighing softly “I know, pie. And your uncle doesn’t think you’re insane, he’s just worried. I know you don’t like needles and doin’ what you did was just your way of doing that…”

“Yeah, we couldn’t exactly make a pit-stop at the infirmary to grab some needles and empty blood bags” she muttered, Maggie smiling at her “I know… but I also understand why he’d react like that. None of us like the idea that you hurt yourself, even though you didn’t think of it like that, alright? Just-.. promise you won’t try that again and that’s it, okay?”

“I promise… it didn’t work anyway” she muttered, Maggie giving her a sad smile “I know how much you wanted it to, pie…” she muttered and Daisy nodded, taking a heavy sigh before sheathing her knife again, leaning against the post “whatever” she muttered, Maggie sighing softly.

As the others came back out again, Daisy frowned at all the new people, her hand going to her gun but Daryl shook his head as he approached “nah, ‘s alright” he muttered and she nodded, hesitating before pulling him aside as the others got in the RV. “I didn’t-... I didn’t do it because I wanted to or because I felt like it, I just-... I-I’ve seen momma shoot up and I remembered it to be in the crook of her elbow and that guy at the CDC took from the elbow too and I just thought that if it worked, IF it worked, it-... no one would have to get sick, no one would have a fever and then die and then come back and hurt and kill everyone and-” she sighed heavily as she cut herself off “I didn’t hurt myself because I-.. liked it… I just-... I wanted to help and I didn’t know how else… I mean-... giving blood to people is supposed to help them, right? It’s what they do at hospitals and all that and I just-... I hoped it’d work, you know…? That the fever would go away and that-... she wasn’t dead while she was still breathing” Daisy pleaded quietly, Daryl studying her before scoffing, pulling her into a brief but tight and secure hug. “Don’t ever do somethin’ stupid like that again, alright? Don’t matter if you think it’ll help, promise me you won’t” he whispered and Daisy hugged him back, nodding as she smiled a little “I promise, uncle Daryl” she muttered, Daryl nodding as he parted from her, studying her before ruffling her hair, making her giggle as she pushed his hand away “I’m not five anymore!”

“Damn straight, yer bagged ya first deer at the prison, you’re an adult now” he teased as they walked towards the RV, Daisy smirking up at him “damn straight I am” she fired back and he scoffed, ruffling her hair again and she pushed his hand away and hurried ahead a little while giggling and smiling, getting up into the RV, turning to Maggie who smiled at her “you two work things out?”

“Yeah…”

“Good. Now sleep, you look exhausted” Maggie encouraged and Daisy scoffed but with a smile “you’re already like a real mom” she muttered, Maggie chuckling as she watched Daisy sit down, looking out the window and she smiled “Daisy-”

“It’s okay, I’m not tired” she stated with a soft smile, Daryl sitting down next to her “I am” he muttered and turned to lean against a wall, throwing his legs up on her lap and closed his eyes, smirking when she scoffed and shook her head at him, having opened one eye to look at her before closing his eyes, not really sleeping, but Maggie was right, she looked exhausted, so maybe if she saw him sleep, she’d follow suit and nod off, or something.

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Daisy didn’t even wake up when the RV got stuck in the mud, her mouth a little open as she leaned against Daryl’s shoulder, the large man completely unbothered by it, at least she was finally sleeping, relaxing and letting herself rest. Daryl grunted a little when he realized he had to wake her up, turning to look down at her, his hand gently shoving her shoulder and the second her eyes opened up, he grabbed her hand before she could pull the knife out of it’s sheath on her thigh, Daisy looking around before relaxing, having reached for her knife out of instinct. “‘S alright, c’mon” he urged and she nodded, yawning a little, closing her eyes which looked adorable. She stood up, smiling at Maggie as the others got out “c’mon, pie” she urged, smiling at Daisy who smiled back at her, walking out of the RV after her, walking ahead a little to stand next to her uncle before halting completely at what she saw, her eyes widening a little and her brows furrowed. “That’s us, that’s the hilltop” Jesus announced and walked ahead, Daisy turning to Daryl who gave her a hesitant nod and she walked with the others, Daryl keeping her in his sights at all times. “What’re you worried about?” Maggie asked, Daryl looking at her, studying her as they both walked before looking ahead at Daisy again. “You know, you’ve been what her mom wasn’t. You’ve been there, watched her grow up and all of that, ‘n that shit on the way to Washington before all ‘f y’all met us in Atlanta at the hospital? You get her…” he started, Maggie smiling at him with joy “but?”

“Nah, no ‘but’... just wanted to mention it, wanted ter make sure you knew it. She feels like that too, you know. Don’t imagine she’d let you call her ‘pie’ if she didn’t” he teased and Maggie chuckled, shrugging “she’s a good girl. She’s strong, smart… and she’s got quite the memory” she added with amusement and Daryl nodded with a smirk “yeah, like she remembers every damn thing.”

“It’s good to remember. It’s healthy, so long as she doesn’t stay too much up in her head, lookin’ too far back instead of ahead, you know?”

“Nah, she don’t. She just remembers ‘s all. A shame she don’t remember any of the good things, though… before all of this. Don’t think she remembers her grandparents… they were real good people, they took care of her, they weren’t fond ‘f my brother, her dad, but they let us visit, you know? They didn’t allow drugs, or alcohol. No cussin’ ‘n all of that. They said they liked me, though… they was good people. They tried to get custody of her when she was three, I think, but they lost for some damn reason… They tried” he concluded with a small nod, Maggie smiling at him “you did, too. You’re a good man, Daryl, and an even better uncle. I don’t know if that little girl would be who she is today if it hadn’t been for you. She’s a bit guarded, sure, but she warms up to people. And when she does, she sticks by them, through thick and thin. It’s lucky that we have her with us” Maggie admitted, Daryl nodding as he kept his eyes on her, looking at Maggie when he felt her staring and he scoffed at her smile, looking ahead again “I ain’t gonna cry or some shit if that’s what you want” he joked lightly, Maggie chuckling “and here I was hopin’” she teased with a grin, Daryl merely scoffing at her with a hint of a smile on his lips, Maggie giggling lightly before falling back a little to walk besides Glenn.

“Stop right there!” Daisy lifted her rifle, stepping a few steps back to stand next to her uncle as she aimed at the other one atop the wall, the one Daryl wasn’t aiming at, that way they both had them should they do anything stupid. “What? Are you gonna make us?” Daisy fired back, Jesus quickly holding out his arms and facing the group, trying to get them to lower their arms “Jesus, what the hell is this?!”

“Open the gates, Cal. Freddie’s hurt” Jesus ordered before turning back to the group “look, sorry about these guys. They get antsy standing up there all day doing nothing” he stated calmly as he faced those two atop the gate “they give up their weapons. Then we’ll open the gates-”

“Why don’t you come and get them, then?” Daisy asked with a scoff, raising the rifle a little more to have a much better aim as the doctor they had found from Jesus’ group hurried forward “gentlemen, look, we vouch for these people, alright? They saved us out there!”

“Lower the spears” Jesus ordered tensely right after the doctor spoke, Daisy turning her head to glance at her uncle before looking at Jesus as Rick walked forward “look, I’m not taking any chances. Tell your guy Gregory to come out here-”

“No” Jesus turned around to face Rick, Daisy taking a step closer to him “don’t you see what just happened? I’m letting you keep your guns-”

“You’re not letting us do anything” Daisy said calmly yet with distrust, Jesus sighing heavily as he turned to face her “we ran out of ammo months ago” he admitted quietly, first to her before looking at Rick “I like you people. I trust you… trust us” Jesus asked, turning to look at Daisy who just glared at him once more before looking back up at the people atop the wall with spears, narrowing her eyes a little at them. “Tell them to lower those sticks and we’ll lower our weapons” she demanded stiffly, Jesus sighing heavily and Rick hesitated before stepping towards her “Daisy-”

“I’m not lowering shit if they don’t.”

“Language” Glenn scolded over his shoulder while still having his rifle aimed at those atop the gate and Jesus sighed heavily. Again. He turned to Rick and Rick gestured above his head, Daisy’s family all lowering their guns except for Daisy, a fiery look in her eyes and Rick glanced at Daryl with a pleading look. The archer noticed and sighed, gently nudging his niece with his elbow, his crossbow still in his hands “hey, they ain’t gonna do nothin’, a’ight? I ain’t gonna let ‘em, this ain’t going down like that” he stated quietly and Daisy waited a few seconds before lowering the rifle, looking up at Daryl who nodded “that’s it. C’mon” he urged and she walked in front of him like he urged, the gates creaking as they were pulled open, revealing the community inside.