#Eugene Porter imagines

[justanoasisimagines]

I don’t want to sleep alone - Preference-Set A

Warnings; Mentions of anxiety and past trauma, typical canon violence. Requests are open! Guidlines are pinned at the top of my page A/N; Part two will be up in a few days! So if you don't see your favourite character here, they might be in Part 2 Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

Rick Grimes; The two of you nearly died after an encounter with the Saviours. Both of you are dragging your feet, both physically and mentally exhausted. When you turn to head towards your bed for the night, Rick stops you. He te;;s you he nearly lost you today and he doesn't want to sleep without you. Taking hold of his hand, you ask him which bedroom. He leads you toward his room because in Rick's opinion, your bed is like sleeping on concrete.

Abraham Ford; Ever since the two of you started getting serious, Abraham began to fear losing you. It comes from losing his wife and children. One thing is for certain he refuses to let that happen. This leads to Abraham asking you if you want to stay the night or insisting you two sleep close to each other for safety. Abraham wants to hold you close to reaffirm your there. It does begin to ease his anxiety when you agree.

Shane Walsh; It's you who tells Shane you don't want to sleep without him. The new world is ferocious, unpredictable, and deadly. Shane has adapted to the new world quickly, without question. So it makes sense for the two of you to share a space. Shane accepts because he doesn't like the idea of you being so far away from him when anything could happen.

Father Gabriel Stokes; Before the dead rose, Gabriel couldn't imagine sleeping with anyone whom he hadn't married. It was a sin in his eyes. The realization death is around the corner for anyone forces Gabriel to realise he doesn't want to miss out on these experiences with you. Gabriel eventually picks up the courage and expresses his feelings, you made sure he's adamant before agreeing.

Merle Dixon; Merle doesn't want to sleep without you. For a couple of reasons; one he doesn't like waking up alone. He wants to wake up with your bodies pressed together. Secondly, if Merle was being completely honest with himself, he doesn't trust anyone in Woodbury, There's no way in hell someone's going to hurt you while he's around. He'd gladly die trying to protect you.

Luke; Luke doesn't want to sleep without you. He feels like it's the next natural stage within your relationship. Living together, sharing a bed etc. Luke is grateful the two of you have found each other. It's only natural he wants to progress your relationship as normal as possible. For Luke, sharing a bed feels like the next step.

Siddiq; Siddiq is shaken from his encounter with the Whisperers. He's never been more terrified of dying before. He's struggling to adapt back to real life, constantly dealing with nightmares When you make the suggestion, Siddiq agrees. He'd thought he'd never see you again. He considers your warm embrace will help him sleep through the night again

Eugene Porter; Eugene is taken aback when you tell him you don't to sleep without him. He can't fathom why you would want to share a bed with him. His reaction is adamant, of course, he does. The entire interaction is awkward, soft and endearing as you both decide who's bed to share.

Benjamin; Benjamin never expected to fall in love. Never expected to find someone in the apocalypse, but he has. He's lying in bed one night, tossing and turning, struggling to sleep. His feet instinctively head him in the direction of your room. When he knocks, you are half asleep. He blurts out he doesn't want to sleep alone. You reply by opening the door wider and allowing him in

Beta; Beta insists you don't sleep alone. Living outside with the Whisperers is dangerous, there's danger at every turn. Beta hasn't cared in the past. When you two get together. things change. Suddenly, he's scared to lose someone. There is someone in his life that he wants to protect. So he insists you two sleep side by side.

Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas; When everyone's sorting out sleeping accommodations in the prison. You surprise him when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. T-Dog immediately goes in search of a comfortable place for you to sleep. It's nice at the end of the end of the day, to know he's going to fall asleep with you in his arms.

Alden; You and Alden are sitting together reading, your eyes drooping, struggling to stay awake. Alden makes the suggestion you go to bed. However, you refuse telling Alden you don't want to sleep without him. Alden smiles, he truly adores it when you're sleepy and completely honest. Alden replies with you don't have to. Alden leads you up to his room.

Justin; Justin doesn't want to sleep without you through jealousy. He doesn't like the way Daryl's been staring at you. He wants to remind everyone, especially Daryl who you come back to after your day has finished. Who keeps you warm on those cold nights

Noah; Things are always tense in the hospital. There's always some politics going around. Noah's favourite part of the hospital is you. You two are hanging out, when Noah brings it up. He doesn't want to sleep alone, because its time he could have spent with you. The sentiment is sweet and when you agree, Noah asks you which side you prefer.

Jerry; You come to Jerry in the middle of the night, tears running down your face, pain-stricken. Immediately Jerry opens up his arms, embracing you. Jerry sets into consoling you. The world is harsh and cruel and even the strongest people break. When you tell Jerry, you don't want to sleep without him, he tells you you don't have to because he's right here.

Axel; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Gareth; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Micheal Mercer; Micheal is always busy. He takes the job seriously because it's important. However, sometimes he can feel like he's not spending enough time with you. It's why one night, he decides to ask you, to stay. He tells you, he doesn't want to go to bed alone anymore. Not when he can fall and wake up to something beautiful

Negan; Negan smirks when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. He's been waiting for you to come to him. He didn't want to put any pressure on you, but he's been wanting to share a bed with you for a while. In Negan's mind, it's another way to be close to you. An excuse to feel your body against his.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

reader pronouns: she/her

Your figure was still retreating down the sidewalk. That interaction hadn't gone well. Even Eugene could sense that. Daryl sighed and looked at the mullet-wearing Texan. “Hey—Ya want to die or somethin'?”

“I beg your pardon? No. I do not have any sort of wish to contribute to my own mortality. Quite the contrary,” he said stiffly.

Daryl sighed. “Then why the fuck are ya pushing her fuckin' buttons like that? If ya dun let up, she’s gonna poison your water just to get you to stop askin' and tryin' to worm yer way into her day to day shit... Take the hint, man. She doesn't wanna date ya."

"I've always been told that persistence and determination are qualities that are commendable," he retorted, looking somewhat hurt, but straightening his back as if to show he was strong.

Daryl let out a wry laugh. "Not with Y/N, they ain't. If ya dun quit askin' her, annoyin' her, she'll contribute to your mortality before ya know what happened." He heavy-handedly patted Eugene on the shoulder. "Move on, man." Then Eugene watched as he jogged to catch up with you down the block and felt a pang of jealousy as you received the archer with a smile.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Daryl: If ya bite it an’ ya die, s’poisonous. If it bites ya an’ ya die, s’venomous.

Carl: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Enid: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Carl, learn to listen.

Glenn: What if it bites itself and I die?

Michonne: That's Voodoo.

Abraham: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Eugene: That's correlation, not causation.

Tara: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Y/N: That's kinky.

Daryl, throwing his hands up and walking away: Oh my god.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XX)

XX. I want it

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your adventure in DC continues.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, mentions of domestic violence, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, implied intercourse, blueballzzzz (we are not getting any yet, sorry), WARNING, scenario were suicide was commited (implied by situation and walkers), talks about periods, A FIST/KNIFE/AX fight!, hopefully entertaining! someone being shot, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright, the mission is heating up! I’m super pumped with this story that I have been neglecting all my others, AND… I might be writing another part of “The course of Nature” because I got too inspired. ANYWAYS a thing that wasn’t even in my plans is getting more chapters then I even expected! like WHAT? I got so inspired!

“I’m really sorry”, you whispered, as you accommodated your head on Daryl’s chest. You had found refuge in an office building near the smithsonian, you were excited to see the city center tomorrow, but still, you found refuge before sunset. Rosita and Abraham were a couple of offices down, but you could still… hear them. You had eaten the food you had brought from Alexandria, still not finding anything in that category to take back home. But the office building was empty except for a couple of walkers on the first floor.

“You said that”, he said, caressing your shoulders and back softly.

“I meant it”, you whispered. You felt extremely guilty for lying to him

“I said its fine”

“I don’t want to break your trust”, you said

“Ya’ didn’”, he whispered into your temple, “I pushed ya”, he said, “I wanted to keep ya safe, lockin’ you up in there”

“I get why you did it”, you said softly, “but you had been avoiding spending time with me alone”

“I know”, he mumbled

“I thought you were regretting kissing me that day and… I wanted to go away a few days so we could have some perspective on things”

“No need no perspective”, he said with a chuckle, “I wanna be with ya”, you let out a breathy chuckle, relieved.

“Oh good! I wanna be with you too”, you said, squeezing his torso with your arms, and cuddling more into him. 

“I remember all thing ya said to me”, he whispered, “that I deserve to be loved, and cared for, and that I belong with y’all”

“Good”, you said, feeling happy tears, a tingling in your nose. You pressed a kiss against his clothed chest. He placed his fingers on your chin, raising your head so he could kiss you slowly, gently, passionately.

This was going too fast, you believed, you were questioning yourself a lot, but… fuck it, the world has gone to shit, and everytime you said goodbye to someone, might be the last. Daryl wanted to be with you, you wanted to be with him, and that was all that mattered, you only had today, you couldn’t take tomorrow for granted.

You moaned softly into the kiss, as you took your hand behind his head, and caressed his soft locks. 

Was this it?

He grunted into the kiss, grabbing into you tighter, his big hands touching your back, and your sides, not letting them wander to more interesting places. Your hand sneaked through the open buttons of his shirt, finding his skin so warm, it was soft, but it had ridges, scars you’d guess. 

You were so warm yourself, especially in your lower abdomen. Daryl could turn you on with just looking at you, or talking, or just… standing there. It was a bit embarrassing really… 

You wanted him so bad…you unbuttoned the third one of his shirt… to feel more of him. 

“Wait”, he said, and you stopped in a second, you looked at him with curious eyes

“What’s wrong?”, you asked him

“Not ‘ere”, he said softly, caressing your cheek with his hand, “home”, you only smiled and kissed his cheek

“Alright”, you whispered, “sorry, I got carried away”, you admitted, 

“Besides, I think Eugene is watchin”

“That little creep”, you laughed. 

“Sorry”, you heard from behind the door.

“Sleep”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll watch”

“Promise you’ll wake me to relieve you?”

“Sure”, he said, you were accommodated by his side, allowing him free movement but close enough that you could feel him. You felt a bit of uncomfortable wet panties… but well… you couldn’t do anything right now.

You understood it, he wanted to be home, safe, it was a bit reckless to do it here, like… well… like Abraham and Rosita. Especially if it was going to be the first time of the two of you. It had to be special.

. . .

“We should… send someone”, murmured Rick, watching his clock

“You said 96 hours”, said Michonne, “they still have little less than 72 to go”, she giggled

“I shouldn’t have let them go, and Eugene is missing”, he said, looking at the road from the highpoint in the gates. 

“He is with them for sure”, she said, she looked at Rick with a raised eyebrow, “you really underestimate her”, she asked him, entertained, “you realize she killed two men the second night we ever met her?”

“That was circunstancial”, he said, shaking his head. 

“She lived alone out there for months”, Michonne said, “they will be fine, if anything, Rosita and her will keep Daryl and Abraham safe”, she said with a laugh, grabbing his shoulder, “we have bigger concerns now”, she murmured. Rick frowned.

“I never thought I’d found a huge canyon filled with walkers”, he said

“Maybe they find something good in DC”, muttered Michonne

“What? a nuclear weapon?”, mocked Rick

“Let’s wait for them”, she said, “until we figure out what to do”, she muttered.

. . .

“Wow”, you murmured, it was quite impressive, and surreal, the huge monument to Abraham Lincoln. That severe-looking man sitting there, looking down at you. 

The building had been kept mostly intact, some graffiti here and there, but mostly intact. 

“Let's keep moving”, you said to the team, this was an indulgence, and so far in your trip you haven’t managed to secure any of the five items. 1.Intel, 2.Medicine, 3.Weapons, 4. foods, 5.Clothes and others.

You looked like tourists as you passed by the White House, this did look like it had received some damage, as you started to see remnants of the military all over the park that led from the Lincoln Memorial to the Capitol itself. 

So far the mission has been going well, but… you needed something to show for it. So you were going to the CDC, it was insanely close, at least in the map. 

But you didn’t even to get out of the truck, the place was completely destroyed, it looked like it exploded

“Just like the one in Atlanta”, muttered Daryl, who was not impressed. He expected this to happen. 

He had his doubts about this mission, he came along first and foremost to make sure you were safe. He thought this was a huge waste of time, he knew the probabilities of the CDC being destroyed, and he didn’t understand the importance of ridiculous papers that nothing could do for you right now. But again, something might come out of this trip.

“We went to the CDC in Atlanta”, he said, “ a couple of months after everything went to shit, there was only one guy there”, you stopped the car to listen to him. “he was done, lost comms to everybody else, said they gave up”, he mumbled, “these buildings blow themselves up when something goes wrong”. That made complete sense. 

“Well, we tried”, you said, putting the truck in motion again

So you continued to the next item in your list, a huge shopping mall. You needed to get at least a couple of decent meds to make the trip worth it. Or at least some clothes… or canned goods.

You got the truck all into the parking lot underground. A couple of dozen walkers were roaming around, coming rushing to where you were driving through. Abraham got ready to jump out of the car, instead you stopped him. 

“Hold on tight”, you announced, as you hit the accelerator, coming straight for them, and then you turned quickly, turning the truck around and sweeping a bunch of them. Luckily all your people were inside the truck, and you managed to incapacitate a dozen at least of the walkers. 

“Badass”, muttered Rosita

“Thank you! I love driving!”, you said cheerfully, and now you jumped out of the car to end the rest, and finish off the ones who laid broken on the floor. 

The underground entrance was all closed up with shopping carts, chairs and clothing department stores accessories, for the dead, it was impossible to sort out, but not for you -living people-, you climbed over pretty easily. 

Clearly people had been holding up in here, so you tried to not get your hopes up, as you came across the supermarket. Some walkers grunted towards you, but only three, Daryl took one as you took another and Abraham shot the last one. The shot rang through the store, you heard some other grunts from afar, but nothing mayor.

There were some things missing in the hallways, but the canned aisle still had much to show for it, to your relief.

“Let’s go to the shopping part of the mall”, you commanded, we pass by on the way back to the truck”, you commanded.

You sneaked a peak at them, and they seemed pleased and happy, and you therefore were happy and relieved. Eugene walked a few steps back, looking at everything with doubting eyes.

You were relaxed now, you had food, somewhat assured, you were going to be great, you were going to be great…

You heard more grunts, but as you walked towards the open space of the shopping mall, the one with all the mechanical stairs, you found… what happened to all of those who had been cupped up in here. They had ended themselves by jumping off the higher floor, they were seven of them. 

“Heads up”, you called, with your ax, you started pounding a metal SALE sign. It resounded everywhere, but no grunts or others could be heard near.

“Looks like we are in the clear”, muttered Abraham. 

“Now it's the time to split”, you called, “Rosita, girl’s shopping trip, guys, you know what to do, we meet here in two hours”, you said.

“Yes boss”, you didn’t want to micro-manage, so you let them decide the minor details of their safety concerns, as Rosita smiled at you.

“Let’s start at the top and go down from there”, you said happily. You found the stairs and climbed swiftly to the fifth floor. 

Daryl watched you leave with a frown, and then looked at Abraham and Eugene.

“Let’s start here, meet the girls in the middle”, he said

“Yes Boss”, said Abraham, entertained.

They started on the first floor, going through the different stores, not many useful things, Abraham took the time to end the walks that were smashed on the floor, and Daryl thanked him, he couldn’t stand the grunting sometimes. 

They entered a clothing store, mostly fashionable things that couldn’t be too useful, but they grabbed some shirts.

Eugene begged them to stop by an electronic store, so they mounted guard as he went inside, mumbling something about radios and signals.

Just across the hall, stood a jewelry store, one of the fancy ones.  Abraham walked towards it, and Daryl, thinking he was onto something, followed him.

“Ever thinkin’ about settling down?”, Abraham asked him. Looking at the rings trough the shopwindow, Daryl just looked back at him, a month ago, he would have said, fuck no, that nothing is settled, and it kept being true, everytime they thought they were doing alright something else happened… but, against all odds, he immediately thought of you

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile. Abraham smiled at the archer

“As you should!”, he said, pointing with a finger. “That one’s a firecracker, why don’t you make an honest woman out of her, uh?”

“Is not good timin”, he whispered against the glass. It was insane, he knew you since so little ago, and yet, you had lived together so many things… you had connected in a way that was insanely different from anything he had felt before…

“I don’t know if you noticed son, but the whole damn world came crashing down on our goddam asses, when the hell is going to be a good time?”, he asked, “we make it”, he said, he broke the glass in front of him, where the most luxurious rings were. “I’m taking one for my missus”, he said gingerly. 

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?”, you asked, pointing, Rosita followed your sight and smiled

“YES IT IS!”, A completely untouched underwear store.

“The girls are gonna love us”, you said with a big smile.

“The boys too”, she teased, as you cracked the window and managed to open the door. 

You grabbed everything made of cotton or seamless, as it was the most comfortable, in all sizes so anybody could take them 

“You should grab a special one for Daryl, if you know what I mean”, muttered Rosita with a wink

“I don’t think he is into this sort of thing”, you said, looking at the most… intricate pieces. “You should grab some for Abraham”, you teased back

“I already did”, she mocked back. You kept looking through the store, you took some bras too, you had spent some really uncomfortable weeks out there, especially when the wire in your bra tried to stab you in the heart, you couldn’t even trust your underwear… 

“I feel like shit for even looking at this stuff”, Rosita murmured, the store also sold perfumes and creams and other objects of more of an… intimate nature, “we should be scouting for medicine or food”, she said, and you were not gonna lie, that was on your mind too.

“I’m done feeling guilty for enjoying the little things”, you said with a soft smile. “we should enjoy them while we can”, you took some candles, a body lotion for massages, and a perfume. “After all the rot, we deserve something nice”, you said. “at least, that smells nice”, you said, and she nodded grabbing some things for her too, those were going into your personal bag.

Alongside a set you liked…

Then, right across, there was a pharmacy

“See? back on track!”, you said. You raided the shit out of it. As you had grabbed a cute looking bag from the intimate store, and you filled it to the brim with medicine. 

You grabbed hygiene products for the ladies. 

“Grab those”, said Rosita, pointing at some tampons. 

“Haven’t gotten mine since like a year”, you mumbled. referring to your monthly bloods

“Me just last week, but before that, months”, she muttered. “Well, nutrition and…well… stress has a BIG role”. she said, and you just nodded, grabbing some alcohol 

You grabbed some condoms too, just in case. And you grabbed everything you could get your hands on, but you were being smart, you grabbed antibiotics, antiallergics, and all the generals.

This was a gold mine, it was so strange to find things that haven’t been raided, and you were so relieved, because your mission was becoming a success. But you didn’t want to claim victory yet.

The situation was getting heavy, so you started packing everything.

First mistake in your mission, you should have gotten another vehicle before getting all the goods. With Eugene in on it you hardly believed you could fit half of it, you will need to hijack something soon.

You kept searching through the upper levels of the mall, scavenging, in the sports store you got some good comfortable first layers of clothes. And then, in a corner of the third floor, you found a little gold mine

“Oh!”, you pointed at Rosita, a Japanese Store, which sells all types of candy and… instant ramen, “those could go a long way on runs!”, you said quickly, she nodded, they tools pace, but they were very light, so it was worth a shot.

“I’ll go check the store in front for some thick jackets”, she said with a soft smile, and you nodded, if you could find a box, you were golden.

You entered the store and you couldn’t believe it, they had your favorite flavor! roasted pork. You found a  box in the back and started grabbing ramens with both hands full. Your favorite flavor, because it was rare and you were the scavenger so…

Scavenger’s choosing

You had already filled a box with them, taking them out of the shelf, when you saw movement in the corner of your eye. You turned quickly, hand in your holster. 

As you did a 180 degree turn, you came face to face with a huge silhouette, a mask was hiding the identity of what you could assume was a guy. SO close, you wondered how the fuck he manage to sneak up so close to you without noticing

“Hey!”, you managed to say, you grabbed your gun in a quick movement, dropping the ramen in your other hand. It was a mere second, he moved so quickly, it was extremely odd for someone of his size. He kicked your gun out of your hand. and then he turned and slapped you across the face. 

You were barely processing what was going on, you were going to grab your ax then, but he put his closed fist in front of his mouth and blew. A red dust came flying into your face. And you immediately started coughing 

“Sriracha!?”, you screamed, as your eyes started burning, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”, your eyes burned like hell, preventing you from seeing how he grabbed you, and threw you against piles of boxes. You let out a short scream as you felt how bland food inside those packages turned to mush under your weight. Oh now you were angry. 

The man was running towards the door of the store, in your anger, you threw yourself at him, grabbing him by what looked like a military jacket, you couldn’t quite see yet. You grabbed on what you could, like a freaking koala, as you started throwing hands in the hallway, not letting him get away. 

“HEY!”, you heard Rosita scream. She ran towards you like a spitfire, she dropped to the floor in a second, sweeping him off of his feet, making drop to the floor and you with him. You managed to hold onto him to subdue him. Rosita threw herself at him, but he kicked her far, making her slide over the slippery tile floor. He grabbed you from your jacket, dropped you to the floor as easy as you were some rag doll, and then let his fist drop to your sternum, stealing all of your air.

“Motherfucker!”, you cursed.

“Come at me!”, Rosita called, and you both witnessed how this dude ninja jumped himself from the floor in a single movement, making you drop your mouth to the floor. 

Rosita squared out to him, inviting him to a fist fight, you managed to regain your breath, standing from the floor behind him.

You grabbed your ax, Rosita grabbed a knife, and this guy grabbed fuckin nunchuks that were hanging from his belt

“What the fuck?”, you whispered to yourself. You triangled with him, he was with his back to the glass railing that led to the emptiness five floor down

You wanted to communicate with Rosita, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him for a second, this guy was like ninja.

Rosita attacked him first, she was a fine wielder of the hunting knife, but this guy was again, a freakin’ ninja! He managed to perform some sort of a Chuck Norris’ roundhouse kick, making Rosita lose the knife as quickly as she wielded it. Then, he pushed her so hard she broke an entire shop window of a crystal shop

You threw your ax at him, but he quickly evaded it, it flew through the air, and dropped five stories down. Why would you do that? Well, you didn’t think you were gonna miss…

He was looking at you, you were looking at him, both standing still. But you had one more weapon on you. You grabbed the knife. You were no expert in hand to hand combat, but you threw yourself at him nonetheless…

You tried to stab him, grabbing the knife like a stabber in a slasher movie, playing with it, as he blocked you one hand, you dropped the knife to grab it with your other, you almost caught him, but he was so quick, like a freaking cat. 

Let’s just say, he kicked your ass. 

You didn’t even want to see the bruises that were going to be left on your skin after he hit you with the nunchucks. You just felt yourself losing your footing, falling against the window railing that cracked under the pressure. An immense feeling of dread/vertigo filled you when you realized. He grabbed you by the neck, making your back bend in an incredible angle, your head on the very cliff. He wasn’t choking you, he just wanted to push you, his masked face over you. You tried to grab his neck back, but he was wearing a field military uniform, and a thick mask, you could squeeze him, and you could remove his mask either. It wasn’t even a costume or anything, it was like a black ops thing, something you’d see in a war video game.

You heard your name being called from below, you tried to see the guys down there, but you got incredibly light headed 

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!”, Rosita commanded, and you did.

Then Rosita appeared behind him, breaking a freaking crystal base on his head. you felt the pieces dropping on your face and falling over. He released you, stumbling backwards. Rosita grabbed your jacket and pulled you towards her in a single movement, saving you from the cliff. 

Now that this person was stumbling a bit stunned by the hit. You and Rosita threw yourself at him, full on sprinting, you pushed him, the three of you falling into the crystal shop. Glass breaking everywhere, a noise that could draw walkers from ten blocks away. the three of you stood up in the middle of the chaos, this was personal, this guy tried to throw you over a railing.

You grabbed the next big thing that you could, it was a glass sculpture of a cat, Michonne would have loved it, and you threw it at him with all your might. 

He evaded it, turning towards you, grabbing you and throwing against a 4-shelf rack filled with crystal knick knacks. 

You were amazed nobody was bleeding, as you destroyed every single thing in that store, throwing punches against the stranger. IT WAS HIS TURN TO END UP UNDER A SHELF, as you grabbed one that was behind him as he fought with Rosita and you threw it over him 

“Where’s your gun!?”, she asked, as you could catch your breaths for a second as he tried to pull himself from under the wooden shelf.

“Somewhere in the ramen store”, you whined, you were hurting all over, but nothing was broken or bleeding, so you guessed you were fine.  

You placed yourself on Rosita’s side, and both raised your fists, preparing for like… the fifth assault, as he still fought against the shelf. This man broke through the shelf like it was made of paper, and threw himself at you in a desperate attempt. He pushed you both through the showindow, falling into the hallway again. This time, the wind had been knocked out of you both, you stood up whoever you could, helping each other. But he had other plans…

He pushed past you, grabbed the box filled with roasted pork ribs ramen, and ran away so quickly that for a fraction of a second you believed you had hallucinated the whole thing. 

“Pendejo!”, cursed Rosita, helping you up

“What’s that guy’s problem?”, you asked, wiping the pieces of glass off your clothes. 

Abraham and Daryl appeared in the hallway, running

“Ya alright?”, asked Daryl, appearing with his crossbow up, checking the both of you, “who the hell was that!?”, he dropped his weapon, and he grabbed your chin softly, to watch your face, making you look at him, “Are ya alright?”, he whispered

“He kicked our asses”, you whined, now feeling the bruises you were NOT going to look at. 

“We got some good licks in him”, said Rosita, smiling widely. You fistbump her. Now that you both had survived it, you could actually laugh about it. This wack job just wanted some ramen

“The ninja left the building”, said Eugene, appearing through the emergency stairs, he looked positively traumatized. 

“Your ax almost took his head off”, said Daryl with a concerned whisper.

And it was true! It took everything you had to retrieve your ax from where it had landed, nailing itself deep on the tile and the cement underneath. This was some good ass ax. 

You grabbed everything you had scavenged and gathered everything on the first floor. You had so many things now you didn't know what to do with them, especially when you got to a store that sold a lot of denim. 

You scavenged all the stores in that damn mall, that you spent the night, -a very comfortable night- in the bed and mattress section in a huge departmental store. 

You searched for some privacy, you tapped and shaked everything in you, and still small pieces of glass kept dropping from your person. 

When you moved, you could feel them, bruises on your sides, your ribs, he got some hits in your arms… you were “lucky” it had been so close to him, he didn’t manage to get some really good punches in, not enough space to gain traction for the hits. 

You grabbed some ointment from the pharmacy, placing yourself in front of a mirror.

You could barely raise your right arm, now the adrenaline had passed. Daryl appeared through the mirror, behind you

“Let me help you”, he said softly. you nodded. You didn’t had the energy to concern yourself with small things, you just stripped from your jacket and your shirt, leaving yourself only in a sports bra.

He hissed when he saw them, you did too. 

“Bastard got you good”, he whispered, you hissed when the cool ointment couched the skin of your side, but he was gentle and kind, an amazing feat with those big hands of his. “are you sure ya alright?”, he whispered. You barely nodded

“Yes, we got off easy, that dude was like a freakin’ ninja”, you whined. 

“Dude attacked you both for some ramen?”, he asked, almost chuckling

“I can relate”, you said with a chuckle, “after all I fought him off for those, they are really good”, you laughed, he chuckled. being done with applying the soothing cream, he dropped a kiss to your naked shoulder, you turned around to meet him. looking at his beautiful eyes. “Thank you”

“You’r surreal”, he whispered with a soft smile. You felt your cheek heated, your vision got a bit blurry with happy tears and you laughed nervously

“I’m very real Daryl Dixon”, you said, a bit embarrassed. He kissed you softly, considering you had just gotten the beatin’ of your life. 

You slept cuddled in the bed next to the rest of the group, so no funny business, but it was sweet, as you felt him next to you, as he couldn’t touch you much due to your bruises. 

And in the morning, you hit the hardware store. 

“Is that transparent tarp?”, you asked Abraham, he looked at it, checking it

“Yep, thick and uncut”, he said, winking at you. You chuckled.

“I want it”, you said, “I saw Reg’s plans for a greenhouse, and that’s how we do it”. You should have made a list, because you were grabbing things randomly. 

“Yes ma’am”, he said.

“Found a siphon, to get gas out of cars!”, said Rosita from two aisled over

“We’ll take it!”, Daryla actually found arrows for his crossbow. 

“How are we going to take all these things?”, asked Rosita, as you had gathered a good pile of things you needed. 

“Good question”, you mumbled

“I can go out there”, mumbled Daryl, “get a car”

“Not alone”, you said quickly, looking at him, he nodded. “we gather all the things, go for a vehicle outside later”

And that’s what you did. 

It was already midday on the third day. Being inside the mall made you forget about the outside for a while, but the sun was shining and you felt optimistic. You were not concerned for the military ninja, you were five, or at least, four fighting bodes and he was one, so you decided to just let him go, it was better if you never saw him again

That ramen-stealing bastard. 

You stepped onto the streets, they were still pretty clear but with a bunch of trash in it, weird, as it was the only one, the others were pretty cleared….

You were near Constitution street, one of the most popular ones… the centric one…

“We need to get a big ass vehicle”, said Abraham, as he stepped into the street.

it all happened in a second, in one he was there and in the next, he was on the floor, being dragged by a cable. You all jumped like springs into action, Rosita and you tried to grab his arms, as he was being dragged through the streets.

The sound of a whirring, a mechanical pulley or something was pulling him, it was a trap.

The thing stopped on the other side of the street, and it was tangled good around his ankle

“Abraham!”, called Rosita, he was moving rapidly.

“IT'S A TRAP!”, he screamed, enraged from the floor.

Daryl grabbed your ax you passed him and snapped the metal cable

“TAKE COVER!”, you commanded, and Daryl and Rosita helped Abraham jump towards the closest building, away from enemy eyes.

Immediately they lowered in the lobby of an office building, to check his injury

“It’s fine”, he grunted

“Stay alert!”, you commanded, grabbing your gun, “we need that rifle Rosita”, she pointed and through the scope. 

Eugene checked the wound as Daryl helped him get out of the metallic tangle on his ankle.

“I’m fine!”, he said, freeing himself, his ankle was fine, not broken, it didn’t even break his skin.

“I don’t see anyone”, said Rosita, still pointing and checking the building in the other side of the street

“Could be an ol’ trap”, muttered Daryl. You took a long breath. From one moment to the next, everybody was looking at you.

“Are you alright to keep moving?”, you asked Abraham

“Yes Ma’am”, he said quickly

“Alright, we need to find and hijack a vehicle, a big vehicle, we move through the lobbies of the buildings, away from the open until we see one”, you said assertively 

And that’s what you did

With a trembling Eugene you almost ran down the street, from lobby to lobby, trying to gain more terrain as you progressed, but again, there were no more signs of anybody, no walkers, no snipers, no military ninjas, no anything.

You all stopped in a building in front of a huge esplanade, where more rests of the military stood, and there, sitting gingerly, a huge jeep

“I want it”, you said, the four of them looked at you, and you pointed right ahead, at the military vehicle. 

Was it a Hummer? It looked like a special edition Hummer, but bigger.

“That thing consumes more gas than…”, started Abraham. 

“And I want that too”, you said, pointing at a huge wagon, with tall railings made of thin metal tubes, it could be able to transport things, animals, or even people who misbehaves, stood in the other side of the esplanade, “We are going to fill it up with all the things we are going to bring home, and then carry it with that thing”

“That would be a High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle”, muttered Eugene, “or HUMVEE for short”

“I don’t care what it's called, it's cool, and I want it”, you said with a wide smile. 

“Yes ma’am”, said Abraham with a smile on his face, adjusting his gun ready to shoot at whatever might come at you.

“We go first, you cover our asses”, you muttered to Rosita and Daryl, you looked at Abraham, who just nodded at you

You both walked together towards the vehicle, you must have looked badass.

“This vehicle can work anywhere, anyhow, the wheels don’t get flat, and they can work with different fuels, this vehicle will work like a charm for us, especially if we connect the wagon”, he said excitedly as you were, and you felt weirdly validated.

“Great, that is what we need”, you said happily

He wasted no time in opening the front, where the engine was, to check it

“Light it up!”, said Abraham as you discovered the vehicle was indeed open. You sat behind the wheel and started it. It ran like a charm, almost too good to be true, the tank was a bit empty, but you could siphon out of any cars around, really. You had enough to get somewhere. At least back to the shopping mall

Once it was running, Daryl, Rosita and Eugene came, all with weapons in the air. You looked around, you were surrounded by two big buildings, one right next to you, and the other on the other side of the esplanade.

A battle had been fought here, there were bodies… or rather… skeletons in some places, rests of bullets, a small fight… and on the other side of the long esplanade, that must have been a plaza or some sorts, was another big vehicle that you recognized immediately due to the shape of the back

“IS THAT A WATER TANKER?”, you asked excitedly, looking at the big truck ahead 

“Let me guess…”, mumbled Daryl

“I WANT IT!”, you all said in unison. You had a big smile

“With it, we can have water wherever, or gas, or anything!”, you said excitedly, “we NEED it”, you said with a smile. “We could fill wells! we could take water to whomever needs it! we could…!”

“We get the picture”, said Rosita with a wide smile.

“This is like Christmas”, you said excitedly. 

“I’ll attach the HUMVEE to the wagon”, said Abraham

“I’ll help him”, said Eugene.

“I’ll go check it out”, said Rosita

“We’ll cover”, you assured her, looking at Daryl. 

It was open, just like the HUMVEE, inside there was a corpse, blood splattered over the copilot’s window. Daryl took it out as Rosita opened the front to check the engine.

“You know how to drive this thing?”, Daryl asked. 

“I can drive tractors, once a friend taught me how to drive a truck, but I forgot a bit”, you mumbled, “but how hard can it be, right?”, you asked joyfully, “I’ll check it around”, you said, there was a metal stair welded to the side, so you climbed to the top, to check if there were holes in it, or if it was clean at least. 

It was clean. You looked around and you couldn't believe it, this city was almost untouched, maybe a couple of herds formed and left the city, but this was great, you could come back…

“Looks like if we can hijack it, we can take it!”, said Rosita, “looks good!”

“That’s great!”, you said with a wide smile. This was actually great. You could breathe more easily, this was going great, you were going to be set for months! the whole of Alexandria, you were pulling your weight! you were…!

A shot rang through the air at the same time you felt a lightning bolt hitting your shoulder from side to side. You actually felt like your arm had detached, or rather, had been ripped from your body. 

You heard your name being called but your body, your mind, had been gripped tightly by adrenaline, as you didn’t even feel when you landed on the street below. The impact throwing you out of the top of the truck

You had been shot

ACN: I think this must have been one of my favorite chapters to write! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writting it! jeje

taglsit <3 @crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

[strangerthingslover69]

The Bee Sting 🐝

Okay so I have this idea just roll with it…

~ In Alexandria you are happily sitting on your porch watching the world go by when a bee stings you. You manage to get the bee away however the stinger is trapped. You go to see Denise to get it removed however she is not there and who you aren’t expecting is. ~ So I love two characters, Daryl and Eugene. I’m gonna write a part for both of these characters. ~ You are freaking out cause it hurts and you can’t remove it yourself. So you ask Daryl to remove it (located on your inner thigh) The other story is Eugene to remove it (located in your chest)~ Obviously gonna lead to smut

~ Opinions?

[liliesdiary]

hii babe i love your moodboards! i was wondering if you could do a eugene porter x southern girl? thanks!

His Sweet Southern Girl

[breannaakadarylswife]

I know I'm not big yet on here but I have noticed a few likes or so....

So I decided to ask you all a question. I'm up to write so if anyone has any suggestions, I will tag things I'm Interested in and you can give me your ideas even tho I'm not very good, I'm still willing. I'm also on Spring break so I have alot of free time. 🙂 I do accept sexual themes but it can always be fluff 💋💌💘

I will not write about-

Under 18.

$e×ual assault.

Children.

Ab×se.

Dr×gs.

Mole$tation or r@pe

Please do it, loves! ❤

[alyssaswrld999]

Why Me? Chapter 1: Why Did This Happen To Us?

I never expected this to happen to us...

I never wanted this to happen to us...

Why did this happen to us?

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"Sky" I heard a voice say. I look up to see Rick walking towards me. "Hey I need you to do me a favor" Rick asked. I nodded my head yes while my mind said no.

I really didn't want to do anything for anyone at the moment. Then again I'm sure the group including Rick have done plenty of things for me that they didn't want to do.

"Whats the favor Rick" I asked. Rick sighed and then began to speak again. "I need you to do a supply run up North. It's two hours away and I was gonna send someone with you" Rick said.

"Who's the person" I asked curiously. "It's Spencer" Rick said. I nodded my head and then Rick handed me the map for the location. "Alright so I'm gonna go tell Spencer that your going with him and that you will meet him at the gate in thirty minutes" Rick said.

I nodded my head and then Rick walked forward to me a little more. Rick then kissed my temple and patted my shoulder. Rick understood that I was hurting because I lost Glenn. I am hurting and I'm really numb because he was my brother ya know?

The only thing I don't get is Why Me? Why do I out of all the people here get picked? The only reason I'm even alive is cause of Glenn. I ain't special and never have been. Heck I'm even surprised Daryl likes me.

As Rick walks away I decided to ask him one simple question. "Hey Rick I have a question" I said. Rick stopped and turned around to look at me. "Yeah Sky" Rick asked.

I sighed and then moved my shoulders a bit. "Why Me?" I asked. Rick then took a moment to think about what I just asked him. "Cause your one of the people I can trust going on this run especially with Spencer" Rick said.

"Yeah but why do you trust me" I asked. "Cause you don't take any bullshit from anyone. You also know how to plan out things if something goes wrong and your already a step ahead of everything we do" Rick said.

I then took a moment to think of what he just told me. I nodded my head again and then began to walk to my and Daryls shared house.

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[ceciliasthings]

Eugene taking care of reader who broke her ankle on a run? 😍 pretty please?

•Eugene taking care of you who broke your ankle in a run would include•

- You two were on a shortcut to Alexandria when you slipped into a hole and landed hard on the ground.

- Shit!-You feel a huge pain in your ankle.

- Y/n are you okay?- Eugene crouches next to you trying to see if you don't have any more serious injuries.

-Yeah, dammit I think I twisted my ankle...- you press your hand over the top of your boot in hopes of easing the pain a bit.- It's okay i think i can walk to alexandria

You try to get up but Eugene stops you, you are confused at first but he shoots you a serious look.

- Negative, you don't know how your ankle is if you force it it can get worse, so if you allow me, climb on my back.- He turns his back in front of you, looking at you sideways.

You gave a little laugh he got cute when he worried about you, you without much choice lean on him he carefully puts his hands on your thighs his cheeks burn feeling you so close to him.

- Ar-e y-ou comfortable y/n?- He asks stuttering.

You run your hands over his chest and brush your cheek against his you can feel their heat and see his eyes they shone even though you were dating he was shy when he touched you.

- Yes..- your lips press his cheek- Thanks for being a gentleman Eugene..

You feel his hands squeeze your thighs while he raises his steps,When you arrive he takes you directly to denise she says it's nothing serious but that you'll have to rest for a few weeks Eugene was by your side as she listened intently and asked a few questions.

- He quickly took over as your personal caregiver, he seriously very strict about his care even though it's not a serious injury he cares a lot about your well being.

-Get ready for him to be by your side 24 hours a day, he wouldn't let you get out of bed on your own he would carry you in his arms, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like being with you all this time,You feel loved when he offers to bathe you or when he pats your head before bed.

-He would make you snacks during your rest time he says that a healthy diet would help you get better you don't understand what this has to do with your ankle but the snacks are delicious!

-If you were lying on the couch he would occasionally sit up and put your feet in his lap and give you a massage while he talked about the benefits.

-If you were making love he would be very careful and the whole process would be very slow and pleasurable he is in no rush anyway he wants you to feel all the way.

- When your rest time was over he was happy your ankle was better,but he was kinda sad that he couldn't do it any longer you realized that and told him he can spoil you any time he wants that made him break into the biggest smile you've ever seen.

Notes: I don't know if this is what you expected but thanks for the request, and I don't know if you're the same person who asked me for the fanfic that y/n is pregnant but I'm already doing it, but this fanfic is big and I'm going to divide it into two chapters

[justanoasisimagines]

Eugene Porter Blurb #1

Requests are open, request guidlines are at the top of the page! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and the banner.

Sweaty palms rubbed on damp fabric. Eugene had gone over every potentional outcome, all the external and internal factors.

He'd analysed everything three times. All he had to do was make his move.

Yet Eugene's feet refused to move closer to you. Like someone had stuck his feet down with cement.

Eugene was sure you returned his affections, yet he could be wrong. He'd been wrong plenty of times before.

If he wasn't wrong tha this would be the start of a possible long-term relationship. His heart raced at the thought of being with you until the end of his life.

The two of you sitting on your front porch. Reading, watching the world pass by. Making comments about the state of the world, reflecting on memories from the past.

Maybe the two of you would have a couple of older children, maybe you wouldn't. Decisions like that could be made a later date, after a full and frank conversation. You'd do what was best for you as a couple.

You laughed at something Rosita said. Eugene raveled in the way your head titled back, the way your arm holding your stomach.

"You were a beautiful person, inside and out. Eugene wasn't a fool, believing you had no bad traits. However, it was something Eugene had realised about love. Love is about accepting someone through the good and the bad points. To love their stregths and weaknesses.

With one last palm wipe, Eugene straightened his shirt before walking towards you. It was time to tell you.

Hopefully, by the end of the day he'd have you on his arm.

[talknerdytome18]

𝐇𝐒𝐌𝐓𝐌𝐓𝐒 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Best TV show ever (Real). Literally need to rewatch it because it's so good!

Gina Porter as Rapunzel: She is such a Rapunzel. Gina has such a heart of gold and is so fiercely loyal to those around her. Also, imagine her singing The Girl Who Has Everything??? Omg??? This is her role.

Ricky Bowen as Eugene FitzHerbert: Ricky is such a Eugene. He's hilarious, charming, wins over everyone's hearts, and is such a supportive boyfriend like Eugene is to Rapunzel. Also, the chemistry between him and Gina would be INSANE.

Ashlyn Caswell as Cassandra: Yes, this may seem like an unexpected choice, but I think Ashlyn would be incredible as Cassandra. She can be snarky, witty and sarcastic on the outside, but deeply cares about the ones she loves on the inside. The bickering between her and Ricky would kill me too.

Seb Matthew-Smith as Varian: LITERALLY THE MOST PRECIOUS CHARACTERS IN THE WORLD. Seb is such a Varian and I am not just saying this because Varian was voiced by Jeremy Jordan... who also originated Jack Kelly in Newsies, but Seb would nail the misunderstood antagonist who redeems himself in S3. IMAGINE HIM SINGING LET ME MAKE YOU PROUD? NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE WITH ASHLYN? READY AS I'LL EVER BE? TRUST ME ON THIS, OKAY?

Jet as Lance Strongbow: Lance was hard to cast but I ultimately went with Jet. This is because just like Lance, Jet did come off as arrogant at first but once his walls were torn down, he was easygoing and a true softie at heart. Also, the bond between him and Ricky would be immaculate.

Mr. Mazzara and Miss Jenn as King Frederic and Queen Adrianna: The true parents of HSMTMTS. These two just care about their wildcat children deeply, just like how Adrianna and Frederic care about Rapunzel.

Emmy and Alex as Keira (Angry) and Catalina (Red): The youngest on HSMTMTS will be playing the children on TTS. Their bond would just be so pure just like how they played Young Elsa and Young Anna in Frozen.

Lily as Zhan Tiri: Do I even need to explain? DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN? LILY IS ZHAN TIRI PERIOD.

Antoine/Andy as Andrew: Shady boys who appear charming at first but are actually deceitful and have ulterior intentions. Listen, I know that Antoine/Andy is now "redeemed", but he's playing Andrew no matter what.

EJ Caswell as The Captain of the Guards: Beefing with Ricky just like how the Captain beefs with Eugene. He also gets to play Ashlyn's dad and he would LOVE getting to boss her around.

Big Red as Shorty: Clueless kings who are supportive to the ones they love and are quite loyal... we don't talk about S4 Big Red, okay? My man is loyal and not whatever they did to him in S4.

Kourtney Greene as Adira: I didn't know what to do with her, but she does have that fierceness that Adira has.

Maddox as Vex (S2): The no-nonsense attitude that Vex has reminds me of Maddox, especially regarding Maddox's attitude towards following the rules and stage management.

Carlos Rodriguez as Xavier: I don't really know anyone for Carlos. Maybe he would be a great Eugene?

Might drop my Criminal Minds cast list next, then Ride the Cyclone.

[amiranne]

Welcome to ✨Disney High School✨, where dreams come true... or not

For the first time ever I’ll be sharing my personal gameplay. 

I made a whole new save file, which took me months, where every single townie is Disney related (except Jack Frost and How to Train your Dragon), and all the main movie protagonist are teenagers in high school. I’ve been playing this since November 2022 and they’re all in college already, but I really wanted to share this cause I’m too into it and I’m gonna explode. Forgive my non HQ screenshots...

I enjoyed this play-through sooo much, you can’t even imagine. I played rotational with most of my 30 students, creating crazy drama like a proper American movie lol

So, the faculty of Disney High School is...

Principal: Professor Archimedes Q. Porter (Tarzan)

Main teachers: Merlin (The Sword in the Stone), Jane Porter (Tarzan), Phil (Hercules)

Substitute teacher: Eugene Fitzherbert (Rapunzel)

Janitor: Mr Smee (Peter Pan)

Let’s unleash the magic!

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Eugene: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Daryl, leaning close to Y/N: The hell’d ya say to him?

Y/N: I asked if he wanted the first piece of birthday cake.

[ivegotalongmemory]

twd 11x20 thoughts! (with spoilers):

-my disney+ took me like 5 tries to load up this episode so it better be good after all this

-bakery carol!

-i love a dramatic moment but there is absolutely no way they grabbed zeke that silently

-did Carol just hit that guy with a rolling pin? queen

-yess yumiko coming in ready to fuck shit up, I missed her

-this bitch really asking yumiko to prosecute eugene? lmao I can't wait to watch yumiko ruin the commonwealth

-"they even took dog" THE MOST DEVASTATING THING TO HAVE EVER HAPPENED ON THIS SHOW

-nice to see tomi again too, I feel like he's been gone for so long

-OH HEYY CONNIE

-love carol saying it wont be easy as if they didnt just storm in there and take the soldiers out in 2 seconds

-okay so lance has lost his mind and dead Sebastian is wiggling around on the ground like Heidi Klum in her worm costume, nice!

-that shot of sebastians corpse was actually so grim

-commonwealth soldiers riding motorbikes?? nuh uh only person on this show allowed to do that is daryl >:(

-eugene and yumiko's talk made me sad but also I can't believe they're just chatting away when there's soldiers stood like 1 foot away

-daryl always shows up at the perfect moment, imagine if he just didn't

-yumiko is like that one kid in drama class who absolutely despises it but begrudgingly does their lines anyway

-TO DEFEND EUGENE PORTER YEAH THATS MY GIRL

-lance is like an annoying sales guy who wont shut up, I'm so glad daryl and carol finally got sick of him, rip<3

-this is very much giving concentration camp vibes btw

-1 more ep and then I am all caught up!

[a-typical]

If your powers of imagination are great enough to enable you to place yourself in the position of a Negro baby born and brought up to physical maturity in Birmingham, you would picture your life in the following manner:

You would be born in a Jim Crow hospital to parents who probably lived in a ghetto. You would attend a Jim Crow school. You would spend your childhood playing mainly in the streets because the “colored” parks were abysmally inadequate. When a federal court order banned park segregation, you would find that Birmingham closed down its parks and gave up its baseball team rather than integrate them.

If you went shopping with your mother or father, you would trudge along as they purchased at every counter except one, in the large or small stores. If you were hungry or thirsty, you would have to forget about it until you got back to the Negro section of town, for in your city it was a violation of the law to serve food to Negroes at the same counter with whites.

If your family attended church, you would go to a Negro church. If you attended your own Negro church and wanted to play safe, you might select a church that didn’t have a pastor with a reputation for speaking out on civil rights. If you wanted to visit a church attended by white people, you would not be welcome. For although your white fellow citizens would insist that they were Christians, they practiced segregation as rigidly in the house of God as they did in the theater.

If you wanted to contribute to and be a part of the work of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, you would not have been able to join a local branch. In the state of Alabama, segregationist authorities had been successful in enjoining the NAACP from performing its civil rights work by declaring it a “foreign corporation” and rendering its activities illegal.

If you wanted a job in this city—one of the greatest iron-and steel-producing centers in the nation—you had better settle on doing menial work as a porter or laborer.

If you were fortunate enough to get a job, you could expect that promotions to a better status or more pay would come, not to you, but to a white employee regardless of your comparative talents.

If you believed your history books and thought of America as a country whose governing officials—whether city, state, or nation—are selected by the governed, you would be swiftly disillusioned when you tried to exercise your right to register and vote. Your race, constituting two-fifths of the city’s population, would have made up one-eighth of its voting strength.

You would be living in a city where brutality directed against Negroes was an unquestioned and unchallenged reality. One of the city commissioners, a member of the body that ruled municipal affairs, would be Eugene “Bull” Connor, a racist who prided himself on knowing how to handle the Negro and keep him in his “place.” As commissioner of public safety, Bull Connor, entrenched for many years in a key position in the Birmingham power structure, displayed as much contempt for the rights of the Negro as he did defiance for the authority of the federal government.

You would have found a general atmosphere of violence and brutality in Birmingham. Local racists intimidated, mobbed, and even killed Negroes with impunity. One of the more vivid examples of the terror of Birmingham was the castration of a Negro man, whose mutilated body had then been abandoned on a lonely road. No Negro home was protected from bombings and burnings. From the year 1957 through January 1963, while Birmingham was still claiming that its Negroes were “satisfied,” seventeen unsolved bombings of Negro churches and homes of civil rights leaders occurred.

In Connor’s Birmingham, the silent password was fear. It was a fear not only on the part of the black oppressed, but also in the hearts of the white oppressors. Certainly Birmingham had its white moderates who disapproved of Bull Connor’s tactics. Certainly Birmingham had its decent white citizens who privately deplored the maltreatment of Negroes. But they remained publicly silent. It was a silence born of fear—fear of social, political, and economic reprisals. The ultimate tragedy of Birmingham was not the brutality of the bad people, but the silence of the good people.

In Birmingham, you would be living in a community where the white man’s long-lived tyranny had cowed your people, led them to abandon hope, and developed in them a false sense of inferiority. You would be living in a city where the representatives of economic and political power refused to even discuss social justice with the leaders of your people.

You would be living in the largest city of a police state, presided over by a governor—George Wallace—whose inauguration vow had been a pledge of “segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever!” You would be living, in fact, in the most segregated city in America.

The Autobiography of Martin Luther King Jr.

[underatedcharactersunite]

Beauty and The Scientist; The Saviours

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Chapter Summary; Eugene has a question pondering on his mind, but he’s terrified to ask you. The Courage is there, the perfect setting is finally set but the moment is forced to a halt the second Negan and the Saviour show us days early for their first pick up. With Negan and the Saviours around nothing is ever good...  Paring; Eugene Porter X Female Reader. WordCount; 1,999 Warnings; Dwight being forceful, Angst, fluff A/N; You don’t need to have to read the previous chapter to understand what’s going on but if you could it would be brilliant.  Tagging; @eugenessix​

Arriving back home, everyone should have been in high spirits. Everyone should have been gathering around welcoming people home as you successfully got Maggie to Hilltop. However, the scene you imagined from your head was far from that, instead, everyone was consumed with grief and sombreness. Suddenly, the high morals of Alexandria had been blown to smithereens. Two incredible people had been lost by the hands of the Saviours. It felt everywhere.

The Saviours had made their presence known to Alexandria in the same manner as they had with Hilltop. They point had been made they wanted to control everything. Negan wanted to be the King of the new world.

Except they had never encountered a group like Alexandria, we had faced many battles already, and the Saviours would one day be just another story. It was natural that everyone in Alexandria was currently petrified by the new threat, and what it would eventually bring. Another fight. More death and destruction coming their way. The Saviours might have already killed Abraham and Glenn, but they couldn't stop Alexandria from regrouping.

With Negan's pending collection, everyone gathered around putting supplies in place. Every time anyone went out, people were going the extra mile to bring back more than we needed to survive. Terrified they might lose someone else.

You and Eugene had been in sort of trance. The two of you had spent considerable time apart with Rick needing you on different things, but when the two of you came together, it was like the vacuum.

As the early hours of the morning came, the sun played peek a boo behind the walls of Alexandria. You sat on your porch enjoying the quietness, that seemed to surround the place. There were no secret discussions about Rick's role of leadership, no looks of fear plastered on the faces of adults and children alike. It was peaceful, it felt like it was as if the world wasn't ready to mess with Alexandria just yet.

"You know it's an ungodly hour to be up and outside in such cold temperatures." Eugene's voice broke your concentration from the scene that currently surrounded you.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you. It's just so peaceful. Like nothings wrong and the Saviours won't be here in a few days, taking whatever they please." Eugene wrapped his arms around your waist, nustling his head into the curve of your neck.

"Everything's going to be A-Okay, as long as we comply with Negan's needs. I've started repairing a radio so they can at least listen to some tunes while they do whatever Saviours do." Laughing, maybe some of the Saviours found comfort in music like you used to. Perhaps there was a part of them that held human emotions.

"Perhaps Negan will appreciate some tunes it might put him in a better mood." Eugene seemed to appreciate the idea as you felt the rumbling of his chest against your back. Eugene would never admit how scared he was of the thought of losing you. So he decided he was going to hold onto you for as long as he could. When he remembered he could have forever as the perfect symbolism was sitting in his bedside table.

"Come on, let's get back inside and I'll make you a cup of coffee while we still have it." Eugene twisted you around before going back into the house that the two of you shared. Flipping the switch of the coffee machine, you observed Eugene's hunch over. This wasn't how he wanted to propose but with the Saviours looming over everyone's head.

"What's wrong, my love?" You questioned as you walked up behind him, this time you were the one to wrap your arms around him. Eugene adored whenever you came up behind him, to comfort him. The relationship was purely equal, and the two of you balanced each other out, and he liked that. Eugene knew that you wouldn't care about a fancy proposal. However, he wanted to make an effort. He knew that at times he wasn't exactly great at showing emotion especially, of the romantic kind, but he wanted to give you this. Yet the Saviours were forcing his hand it was now or never.

"Would you make the coffee? I'll be right back." Eugene sped off, leaving you speechless, was something wrong? Trying to ignore your mind beginning to overthink, you pulled two mugs from the cupboard and prepared to make the coffee.

Moments later, Eugene came back downstairs, running over to you passionately melding his lips with yours. Unexpecting the kiss, your eyes widened in shock but quickly melted at his touch reciprocating the kiss with matching eagerness.

Eugene began to question why he didn't kiss you like this more often. The sensation running through his body was pleasurable, and he could tell you were enjoying it too as you run your hand through his Tennesse top hat. Never had he found a woman who found it as intriguing as you had.

Eugene never meant to get caught up in the moment, but you were the only person in his life who ever treated him in such a way. As his hand went under your shirt, you suddenly stopped.

"I never meant to-" You pressed your hand to his lips softly, with you closed your eyes. Eugene had seen that look on several times you used it whenever you had thought you heard something.

"Sorry I thought I heard something." Leaning in for another kiss, this time Eugene stopped you.

"We can finish this afterwards, but before I get distracted by your beautiful body and your delightful touch. There's something I need to say first."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Far from that, we've been together for a while now, and I wanted this to be romantic, but with everything going on. I don't know if we're going to get a moment where the two of us are not running around like headless chickens. Which is a technical-scientific impossibility? This is the biggest thing I have ever thought about doing in my life-"

"They're here." Rosita came bursting in through your front door, your eyes widened. They were early. Too early. The two of you were forced to pull away from each other, as you grabbed your coffee cup and headed outside. This was probably going to be the last one you had for a long time.

You took two steps outside of the house to see them already going through houses, procuring furniture and food. They were savages. Unrespectiable savages, who thought they could take whatever they pleased. Someone barged past you and Eugene as you entered your home.

When the world ended, for a long time you didn't have a lot. You starved and struggled to survive. Until you got to Alexandria and they gave you a place to call yours, a base you called home. Now it was being ransacked.

"Go on and find Rick. You don't need to see this." Eugene pressed a kiss to your temple as you walked away. You were well aware that wherever Rick was, Negan would be. You would gladly punch him in the face, a hundred times over until he resembled Abraham or Glenn's bashed-in skull.

Meeting Rick and Negan, you knew immediately that Negan was going to say something. You had to prepare to grit your teeth through the entire encounter. Knowing that one day, Negan would be the one suffering, regretting the day he ever decided to mess with any of you.

"What's in that cup gorgeous?" Negan asked you as you took a sip the still scalding hot coffee.

"Coffee. Take it if you want." You offered your mug to him, anything to keep him sweet.

"See. Rick, I like her. She immediately offered her stuff to me. Just like that, I didn't have to ask. Now because of that, she gets to keep her cup of coffee. Tell me Sweetheart are you currently with anyone?"

"I have a boyfriend if that's what your asking?"

"Well, that's a dam shame. Sweetheart, if your boyfriend and you ever decide to part ways. Just know that you can always share my bed back at the Sanctuary. I've heard break up sex is great, especially when it's not with your ex." Your eyes widened, at Negan's bluntness. He had most definitely come onto you.

"Y/N, can you go and do that thing I asked you to do earlier." Nodding, you walked away rather quickly. You couldn't believe that Negan dared to hit on you. Just days after he bashed two of your dearest friends skulls in.

Strolling through Alexandria, you realised Rick didn't give you anything to do. So you observed the Saviours taking everything from your friends and family. You've never met a group of people who would just take everything from everyone.

"You looked pretty relaxed, for someone's world who has just been smashed to pieces."

"You would know that, wouldn't you? I really do not understand why Daryl ever tried to help you. It makes me wonder, how you can stand by a man like Negan." You snarled, recognising Dwight. You would never forgive him for what he did to Denise.

"You know I like my woman feisty. Perhaps I could see if Negan will let me take you back."

Dwight pushed you up against the house. The touch of his skin made your skin crawl. He was just as bad as Negan was. The feeling of his breath on your skin, the closeness of the two of you was all wrong.

"Get off of her!" Rosita snarled pushing Dwight off of you. You were relieved, which was an understatement. Standing up to Dwight, the two of you stood side by side.

"You are here to collect food and furniture. Not people, now get away from here, and if you ever touch her again, you'll be the one dead. Do I make myself clear?"

"The last time I checked I wasn't a piece of property, now go."

"This isn't over."

Dwight pretty quickly scrambled away, leaving you and Rosita standing together. She put an arm on your shoulder as you thanked her. She knew where you needed to be, who you needed to find. He was the only one who made you feel comfortable after anything happened.

Running all over Alexandria, searching for Eugene, you eventually found him passing something to a Saviour. He didn't notice you at first until he was further away from the Saviour, you ran into his arms, catching him off guard.

"Hello to you too." When you didn't reply, he immediately knew something was off. At first, he didn't push it, rather than that he cradled your head reassuring you.

"What happened?" Pulling away from him just enough so you could face him. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the loose hairs at the bottom to comfort you.  

"Dwight just came onto me. He pinned me up against the house. I didn't know what to do- I just froze."

Eugene's stomach sunk. They thought they could do that? Trying to force someone into a situation like that, Eugene brought you closer together letting you, nuzzle your head into his neck. He knew you needed to feel close to him right now. Slowly rocking you back and forth, Eugene realised something.

The Saviours were going to attempt to destroy all of you by destroying the world that you had built for yourselves. They didn't want a world where they weren't in control of it. Most importantly, he realised that now the Saviours were calling all of the shots, there would be no right time to propose to you. He needed to let them all know that you were with someone, and if you wanted him to let them know so was he. He would gladly wear a ring on his wedding ring finger. Now, however, time wasn't on his side. So he would propose, tonight.