#Hallucination Merle being like ''you into little girls now?'' I MEAN YEAH GIVE IT A COUPLE SEASONS

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Gonna fucking throw up 👍

Ok do the thousands of Bethyl shippers realize it means they're headcanoning Daryl as a pedophile or

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Let The Flames Begin (Chapter 3)

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Charlene woke to her small body being shaken, her eyes snapping open hastily to see Merles face in front of her. But instead of his usual asshole smile, he looked stressed.

“Gotta go sweetcheeks!” he demanded, yanking her to her feet with ease. She felt disorientated, only having just woke and when she glanced around her heart stopped. The dead seemed to be coming in all directions and Daryl was holding them off with his bow, Merle packing up their shit faster than she had ever seen him move. She was rooted to the spot, fear paralyzing her. All she could hear were the groans as Daryl and Merle yelled to each other but she still couldn't move. She hadn't really had to deal with the dead much. She had been hiding out in the store almost from the start, she had done a good job at avoiding them. With the boys, she had come across a straggler or two, but Daryl always dispatched of them easy with his bow, or Merle would gleefully ram his knife into its head. It always made her feel ill. Hearing it, seeing the blood. But now they seemed to be everywhere.

She couldn’t hear much over the groans and her own blood rushing to her ears as she stared off at the dead advancing on them.

“Daryl! Let's go!” Merle called out, having packed up all their shit. Merle shot a wary glance to the girl who was clearly spooked, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Daryl glanced over his shoulder, seeing that Merle was ready to leave and he took one look at her. He swallowed thickly as he took off, grabbing her wrist and dragging her along behind him as the brothers ran, weaving through the trees as they evaded the dead. Daryl wasn't sure how long they'd been running but they were all panting and worn out when they found it was okay to slow down.

“The fucks that? One of them assholes get ya?!” Merle asked sounding accusing, making Daryl frown as he glanced over to him staring the girl down.

“What?! Am I bit?!” she asked hysterically, making Daryl's stomach fall out of his ass as he rushed to her, hands all over her, turning her around as he checked her over waiting to find a bite.

“No, the mark on ya neck,” Merle glared, squinting at her. Relief flooded Daryl's body as he realised what he was talking about and he looked at Merle quizzically, the same way Charlene did, like he had lost his damn mind. Daryl wasn't too sure just what his brother had taken the day before, it made him more aggressive than usual and apparently messed with his memory if he didn't remember.

“You did it,” she growled, eyes ablaze as she bore holes into Merle. He looked at her incredulously and shook his head.

“Is this bitch crazy or what Daryl?” Merle snorted, looking over to his brother. The look Daryl gave him though, the one full of shame and anger, well that told him he did indeed do that to her.

Merle tensed for a moment before his mask slipped firmly back in place and he huffed, turning around to walk once more. Daryl had seen it though, he had seen the brief flicker of guilt on his face. His brother was a lot of things, hell, he had done a lot of things, but he hadn't ever laid a hand on a woman in a bad way, not until the night before when he had taken whatever the fuck that was. Charlene watched after him, glaring at his retreating form like she wanted to say something but Daryl bumped his shoulder into hers, making her bright green eyes turn to him.

“Just leave it, ain’t worth it,” he rasped. She didn't want to leave it, her neck was bruised and it hurt like a bitch, but it was obvious he didn't even remember. She contemplated stealing his stash and tossing it but then she wondered just how bad he could be when he was sober and mad about his drugs. She inhaled a shaky breath, giving Daryl one last look as he watched her, unable to tear his eyes away, like he could read every emotion as it passed on her face.

“Fine,” she sighed, making her way after the older brother before he got too far.

Merle was unusually silent and Daryl found himself looking at him every so often, he wasn't sure if he was thinking about what he had done or was plotting a god damn murder. He never knew what was going on in that head of his.

“The woods ain’t such a good idea. Think we underestimated how many of those dead fucks are around here,” Merle finally spoke after a long tense silence. Charlene shot him a glance, surprised that something intelligible came out of the assholes mouth and Daryl almost snorted, catching her look.

“What should we do?” Daryl asked, chewing his thumb as he looked to his brother. His brother wasn't really high right now and once again, Daryl was back to following, not leading. His brother was good at coming up with plans when he wasn't off his face if he was honest. It was just natural now for him to follow his brothers lead. He watched as his brother seemed to mull things around in his head for a bit.

“Grab the truck and bike, maybe head up to Atlanta, see what's goin’ on there. Maybe there's some sort of refuge set up,” he shrugged. Daryl nodded, sounded a good a plan as any, better than nothing.

“What about the cabin?” Charlene piped up, Daryl had almost forgotten she was there with how silent she was. Merle looked at her with a snort, shaking his head.

“Shit, I prolly hallucinated the damn thing,” he barked a laugh. Daryl couldn't help the small laugh that left his lips. He fucking knew the thing didn't exist, on a wild goose chase for nothing. The mood also felt lighter with Merle seeming to be in a relatively good mood, it was a rare thing indeed. Daryl warily looked to the girl who was tagging along for no other reason than she needed them to keep her safe, expecting her to be mad at his answer, but she looked like she was fighting a laugh and Daryl snorted lightly.

“How do we get back to the truck? We’ve been walking for days now,” she asked, looking to Daryl like he held all the answers again. His stomach flipped around on him and he cleared his throat with a casual shrug.

“Retrace our steps, track ourselves back,” he replied as they walked back the way they came.

“But the dead, wouldn't they have ruined the tracks?” she asked hesitantly, not really wanting to go back the way they came, even if the dead had probably moved on by now.

“We’re Dixon's sweetcheeks, trust us, we know what we’re doin’,” Merle smirked proudly, making Daryl shake his head, like being a Dixon was anything to be proud about. They did know what they were doing though, it wasn't just tracks but certain things, little things Daryl would pick up on that would be markers for the way back. He was observant, far smarter than anyone gave him credit for.

“Gonna have to find somewhere to camp out again, take days to get back,” Daryl mused as they walked, he was poised with his bow and ready at all times as he walked besides Charlene, making sure she was safe by his side. He was sick of this walking around and camping out in the open bullshit, they needed somewhere with a roof over their heads, somewhere safer. They walked until it was dark and Charlene's feet were hurting like a bitch. She was starving again and the thirst was killing her, but she didn't dare complain. She wondered if it was obvious she couldn't keep up with them, if they would just leave her there to die. She felt like Daryl wouldn’t, but his brother could probably convince him.

Daryl watched her from the corner of his eye as they walked along, her feet were dragging and she looked sickly, like she was about to keel over and fucking die. He halted his steps, gently grasping the top of her arm to still her. She turned her tired eyes up to him. Blinking slowly as she furrowed her brow confused. A deep frown etched his face. Being able to see just how tired she was.

“Y’alright?” he asked hesitantly, even though he knew the answer.

“Yeah, just a little tired,” she shrugged, giving him a little smile. His frown didn't ease up any, it was clear she was dead on her feet and he cursed himself. They hadn't found a stream for water or seen any more game around, the dead no doubt taking it all in the area.

“Maybe we should just camp out here for the night. Ya need to get ya head down, get some rest,” he muttered, his eyes flitting around to see if this was too out in the open, if it would be safe enough.

“Well fuck me up the ass and call me Shirley!” they heard Merle hoot from a clearing in the trees. Both Charlene and Daryl turned to look from where the noise was, not that they could see him with all the trees in the way. Charlene turned her eyes back to Daryl with a quirked brow as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Let's go see what the fucks goin’ on with him now,” he sighed, sounding so done with Merle's shit. The pair of them trudged through the trees only to see just what Merle was so excited about.

“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Daryl snorted loudly, eyeing the cabin in front of him.

“It was real?” Charlene asked, looking at Merle incredulously. He turned to look at them both with a grin.

“Well, I ain't gonna lie. I’m pretty sure I made that shit up. This here though is a stroke of luck,” he laughed, readying his knife to go inside and get rid of any threats.

Daryl looked to the girl, all small and defenceless, he didn't know how this would work. He didn't want to take her in there with them when they checked for anything wrong, but the thought of leaving her out here alone made his stomach clench painfully. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the girl in question talking.

“What if someones in there though? A living person, I mean,” she asked nervously, eyes glancing from one brother to another before settling on Daryl again, he really didn't get why she acted like he knew everything.

“Then we take care of ‘em,” Merle scoffed like it was obvious and Daryl groaned. Charlene’s eyes widened as she looked at him like he was crazy, she was pretty sure what he meant and it wasn't anything good.

“You can't just go in there and force people to give us the cabin Merle!” she scolded, making him bristle at her tone, like she was telling off a naughty child.

“We ain’t gonna,” Daryl said firmly, shooting his brother a pointed look. Merle just huffed as he stomped his way over to the cabin. Daryl chewed his lower lip, knowing he had to make up his mind now.

“Stay behind me at all times, don't wander off and don’t do a fuckin’ thing unless I tell ya,” he demanded gruffly, looking at her deadly serious as he pointed at her. Usually, she would have been annoyed at someone demanding her to do as she was told but she knew how serious this was, why he was telling her this. She nodded, feeling the fear building in her stomach at what could lay beyond the door to the cabin. Daryl looked at her, pleased she hadn't argued before he followed his brother carefully to the door, silent on his feet as always. He glanced back at her when they got to the door, checking to see if she was indeed behind him and she was.

Daryl lifted his finger to his lips and she nodded, letting him know she understood. He glanced to Merle then, the pair locking eyes. They were so in tune with each other that at times they didn't need words. Merle gave him a quick nod as he eased the door open slowly, and Charlene was a little surprised at how quiet and graceful the man could be when he wasn't running his mouth off and stomping around the place. Merle went in first, knife and gun at the ready, whilst Daryl held his bow up, their eyes scanning the area. Charlene stood close behind Daryl and her stomach was twisting, waiting to hear something. She was holding her breath and she didn't realise she was fisting the back of Daryl’s shirt as her eyes flit around in the dark. The three of them stood there for a moment, looking around silently as they waited for something, anything to let them know they weren't alone.

The cabin was pretty open plan apart from two doors which Daryl presumed was the bathroom and bedroom. He looked at his brother, the pair nodding before Merle slinked off to one door while Daryl went to the other. Charlene was still gripping his shirt for dear life, her nerves frazzled as she followed after him obediently. He glanced back at her before he opened the door, checking she was okay. In the darkness he could just make out the sparkling of her tired green eyes, looking so scared. He couldn't speak, so he hoped the tiny nod he gave her was enough to let her know she would be okay. She didn't relax any, if anything she gripped his shirt harder but he didn't mention it. He opened the door carefully and it was the bedroom, but after going in and glancing around the small room, there was nothing there and he relaxed.

“Clear,” he heard Merle call out, making his body relax even more. He looked down at Charlene, she relaxed a little but she was swaying slightly on her feet. She didn't remove her hand from the grip it had on his shirt and he couldn't bring himself to tell her to let go, he wasn't sure he wanted her to. He opted not to mention as he walked back into the large living space, the girl trailing behind him, still attached to him. He cast his eyes around the place. No one was here, living or dead. Now they just had to barricade the place up and he hoped they could stay here for a day or two. He could scout the area for some food and the girl could get the rest she so desperately needed. It made him feel good, that he could put a roof over her head even for just a few days. Granted he hadn’t found the place on purpose, technically it had been Merle that found it first. But he still felt good about it. They would be safer in here than out there, maybe he would actually get some sleep too. He fucking hoped so.

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[twdeadfanfic]

Life at the end of the world Pt.6

Summary: Your life as a zombie apocalypse survivor. It starts with the Reader settling into the camp at the quarry, before s1 and then follows the show events and storyline, more or less, but with the Reader in it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language.

Author’s note: Sixth part of my first twd fanfic, I’ve been itching to write something like this for a long while and I write it for fun, I don’t claim to be a writer so if you find you dislike this fic, please be kind and just stop reading. English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance. For the same reason, I can’t write character’s accents and things like that. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it. There’d be several parts to this.

Next morning the search for Sophia continued after Daryl informed Rick and Shane of his idea of going alone, and you split groups to search through the places Daryl and Rick believed to be your best chances.

You were with Andrea and T-Dog, glad you were still on the search even if it wasn’t with Daryl. You were feeling better and you felt a bit silly you’d reacted like that to him telling you he’d go alone, like if it had meant you were totally pushed off the search because you weren’t good enough.

You guessed you’d been going through lots of emotions and even the smallest things triggered you now sometimes.

You tried your hardest but went back to the farm without any trace of Sophia, same like Shane and Rick. Daryl wasn’t back yet, he’d more ground to explore, and you could just hope he’d have better luck than all you.

There wasn’t much to do besides waiting for Daryl, so Shane decided it was time to start your shoot training. You all drove to the place he had decided was the best and started with the basics, how to hold the gun, charge, and everything you might need before starting shooting at your targets.

By the end of the practice, you were feeling content enough, managing clean shots your targeted bottles almost all the time. Still, you knew it wasn’t that easy to shoot to something that was moving, especially if you had to move too.

Later that day, you were sitting alone on the porch. Carol and Lori had told you about their plan to make a big dinner Hershel’s family as a thank you, but you weren’t as good of a cook as them, and between them, Patricia and Beth the kitchen was quite full.

When you saw Maggie walking near you, you decided to go and talk with her for a bit, maybe get to know her a bit better. Besides, you’d seen the hearts in Glenn’s eyes since they went together on a run, and the farmer girl didn’t seem to mind his company either.

“Ey, Maggie, hi!” You greeted.

“Hi, Y/N right?” She greeted you. “You need something?”

“Nah, I was just passing time. I don’t cook well enough to be making the feast they have planned.” You giggled awkwardly.

“Yeah, me neither.” Maggie gave you a genuine smile. “You can help  me set the table if you want, though.”

“Sure, fine!” You smiled back. “By the way, I wanted to ask you, what are your intentions towards my boy Glenn?” You couldn’t help but tease.

Maggie's face went serious and she frowned at you. “What the hell are you talking about.” She grumbled.

“I was just joking...” You raised your hands in surrender. “But everyone can see how he looks at you...”

“Really?” Maggie seemed mortified.

“He gives you the heart eyes.” You chuckled fondly. “You don’t like him then?” You had thought she did...if not then Glenn’s heart was going to break and you really hated having to see that.

“Not really...I mean...I don’t know?” Maggie shrugged and his cheeks turned pink, and you couldn’t help your smile... Maybe she did like him after all.

“He’s...he’s sweet, I enjoy being with him...but I don’t know if I like him like that, you know?” Maggie kept talking. “We just met and...I don’t know...”

“Well, all I can tell you is that Glenn is really a good guy.” You said seriously. “And good things don’t seem to happen much in this world anymore, so if you enjoy being with him, then maybe you should? I don’t know, I’m not that good at this stuff actually...”

“Yeah, well, maybe you are right...Thanks.” Maggie gave you a smile. “Help me with that table?”

“Sure thing.” You nodded but didn’t move, your eyes scanning the path to the woods.

Daryl hadn’t come back and you knew he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, it wasn’t the first time he was alone in the woods, he’d been there at night too, but still, you worried. What if something had happened to him and you didn’t know.

You tried to end that train of thoughts. Probably he was just taking advantage of as many sun hours as he could, he’d be back after dinner when the sun went down. Maybe he had even found Sophia.

“The man of the crossbow’s still out there looking for the little girl, right?” Maggie asked you, following your eyes, and you nodded. “I hope you’ll find her soon.”

“Yeah, me too...” You murmured, following Maggie inside to prepare everything in the dining-room.

A moment later you were back at the porch. Hershel had walked into the room and had looked pointedly at you, making you understand he wanted to talk with her daughter alone, so you shrugged, gave Maggie a smile and left, hoping she wasn’t about to be scolded for Glenn or something.

You were sitting down on the stairs, focused on your book, when you heard a gunshot. Dropping the book you rushed to your feet and ran towards the sound. You gasped aloud when you saw Rick and Shane dragging a blood-stained, unconscious Daryl.

“What happened?!” You asked panicking.

“I...I shot him...I thought he was a walker...I...” Andrea replied, seeming in shock.

“Not time for that now.” Rick cut her off.

You nodded and ran back to the farm as fast as you could, calling for Hershel, who rushed out, helping Shane and Rick carry Daryl into the downstairs room, Patricia rushing in too, carrying everything Hershel might need.

Time seemed to pass slower than ever as you waited for news about Daryl’s condition. You were sitting down with Carol, holding hands as you both looked anxiously towards the corridor. Carol’s other hand hold Sophia’s doll against her chest. T-Dog had given it to her, telling her Daryl had brought it with him.

After what seemed an eternity but wasn’t even that long, Rick finally appeared with news.

“He’ll pull through, he’s doing fine.” He reassured all you.

You grimaced as Rick explained how Daryl had taken an arrow to the side, besides the bullet that grazed the side of his head, and seemed to be pretty banged up,  amazed he was still not only alive but doing fine, as fine as anyone could be after all that.

“He told us where he found the doll, Carol, we can keep looking around there,” Rick told to Carol gently, but she just nodded silently.

That evening you were all having the most delicious, yet silent and tense dinner you had had since the world went to hell, when you saw Maggie and Glenn passing notes under the table. You smiled, arching your eyebrows at the girl and she rolled her eyes but smiled.

You saw Dale and Hershel were noticing too, as if the dinner weren’t uncomfortable enough. Still, you almost had to chuckle, Hershel was Maggie’s daughter and now Dale seemed to be acting like Glenn’s father, both worried about their kids dating. Some things never changed.

“I’m gonna get Daryl some dinner,” Carol told you and you nodded. You finally got to have a real dinner and the poor one was bedridden.

It seemed the mood wasn’t going to improve anytime soon, so right after you finished everyone got up and began helping, taking everything back to the kitchen and doing the wash-up, making plans for the morrow and taking care of everything that needed to be taken care.

You made your way to see Daryl, wanting to check on him, you hadn’t seen him yet and also intending to take his plate back to the kitchen. You knocked on the door and walked in.

He’d the sheets wrapped around him tightly and up to his chin, his back to you, and you couldn’t help a soft giggle. You thought he looked kind of cute like that, like a Daryl burrito wrapped in sheets.

You’d thought he was asleep but the turned to face you when he heard you snicker, frown on his face and glaring at you.

“What you laughing at?” He growled.

“Nothing...” You shook your head, not wanting to voice your silly thoughts.

Daryl was looking at you angrily and you realized he thought you were laughing at him.

“I just thought it was fun to see you so wrapped in sheets.” You tried to explain without making an idiot of yourself. “Looking like a human burrito or something, you know...” You tailed off, embarrassed.

Daryl was still eyeing you warily but eventually seemed to decide you weren’t making fun of him and relaxed a bit, but still looked at you cautiously.

“You okay?” You forced yourself to ask despite the awkwardness, you’d gone there to check on him after all.

“Vet says I am...doesn’t feel like it though.” He grumbled and you thought you’d never heard him sound so tired.

“I bet...” You murmured, looking at the bandage that covered the side of his head were Andrea’s bullet had grazed him. “You were just shot.”

“Fell on my own damn arrow too.” He growled grumpily. “Fucking horse threw me downhill..”

So that’s how it’d happened, you’d been wondering about it. You still thought it was a miracle he was alive.

“Too stubborn to die, right?” You joked darkly and nervous, trying to lighten the mood a bit and to your surprise, Daryl chuckled at your words.

“Wanted to prove something to my brother.” He rasped. “Piss him off too.”

“I saw him, hallucinated him or something.” He explained when he saw your confused face. “Told me I was going to die there.”

“Always an ass even in hallucinations.” You rolled your eyes.

“I liked to see him...” Daryl murmured, sounding vulnerable. You knew he missed his brother, no matter how Merle had been. “Until he started talking bullshit. Said some truths, tho.”

“Like what?” You were genuinely curious. Merle wasn’t there, whatever he’d said to Daryl had to come from his own mind.

Daryl said nothing, shifting to the further side of the bed and turning his back to you again, finishing the conversation for good. As he turned, though, the sheets fell off his back and your eyes opened wide when you saw the scars that marred his skin.

“How you got those?” You asked, shocked, before you couldn’t stop yourself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t...” You added quickly, flustered at your indiscretion.

The scars were intentional, there was no doubt about it, as they seemed to follow patterns. And almost all his back was marked with them, different sizes but all looking deep and painful.

Daryl looked over his shoulder and lifted the sheets to cover his back again quickly when he saw what you were talking about. You apologized again, taking the trail and making to leave.

“Told you my father was an ass...” Daryl muttered so quietly you almost couldn’t hear him before you could open the door.

You were horrified. You’d already put together that his family had treated him badly and that he’d probably been neglected as a kid, but this was something else. You couldn’t believe his own father could have done something like that to him. It broke your heart.

“I’m sorry...” You whispered, making Daryl turn around to glare at you angrily.

“I need no pity!” He snapped, looking at you in disgust.

“It’s not pity...” You tried to explain. You felt sorry, yes, but it was no pity. What you felt was the need to protect him and it took you aback. You knew Daryl needed no protection whatsoever, but still, you felt the urge to guard him against any more harm. And you were totally enraged at his family.

“Yeah, I know what you and your friends think of me.” He grumbled, still glaring you.

You were confused for a second but then realized it might be something his hallucinated Merle had told him. Which meant it was something he thought deep down, and it pained you to think he might believe all of you thought ill of him. You couldn’t speak for everyone, but you knew most of them appreciated the efforts he was doing and valued him. At least you did, and for Carol, he was a hero.

“I don’t know what you think...what Merle told you...but you said it, it’s bullshit.” You gathered enough courage to speak, no matter the angry way he was looking at you was making you uneasy and telling you to fly out of the room.

“I think you’re brave and I’m grateful you are helping us and looking for Sophia. And so is Carol.” You blushed at your words.

Daryl said nothing but his eyes were not that angry anymore, just wary, but you saw he’d blushed too. He said nothing and turned his back to you again and without another world, you left the room.

****

You yawned, getting out of the RV early in the morning. Carol had offered to keep sharing the bed and you had accepted, not only to sleep in a real bed instead of in a sleeping bag but also for the comfort of sleeping next to someone instead of in the loneliness of the tent.

Since the dead started walking the earth, you didn’t enjoy your time alone as much as you used to. And you had gotten used to always have someone not far from you. You felt vulnerable alone in the tent.

You saw Daryl limp out of the house and made his way slowly into his tent, grimacing here and there.

“I feel so bad...” Andrea complained, stopping next to you.

“Come on, it was a mistake, you thought him a walker...” You tried to comfort her. Stumbling around covered in blood he had probably looked like one. “And if he’d been a walker you’d have almost nailed him.” You chuckled softly, wondering when you started to have such a dark sense of humor, but Andrea didn’t seem amused at your words.

“I almost killed him...” She blamed herself.

“But you didn’t, he doesn’t blame you,” Carol assured her.

“I’m going to apologize,” Andrea said before heading towards Daryl’s tent resolutely.

You saw Rick and Shane were looking at the map again and you made your way towards him, eager to start doing something. Turned out you weren’t starting the search for Sophia right away, first you’d do some shooting practice.

You knew it was important, but looking for Sophia should be the priority. Still, you didn’t complain aloud, not wanting to cause an argument.

This time, Andrea and you tried aiming at further and further targets until you couldn’t keep up with her.

“Damn girl, have you been practicing in your sleep or something?” You chuckled softly, amazed at her. You could just hope your aim would be that good someday.

After your training session, you split to look for Sophia again. Shane told you he’d go with Andrea to check some housing area in which he thought Sophia might have hauled up while Rick, Carol and you checked the woods again.

Both places where a bust and you felt your mood going down and down. You felt you weren’t doing enough and you were frustrated, but didn’t know what to do about it. You got into the RV, lying on the bed and intending to finish Glenn’s book, oblivious to any drama that might’ve been going on outside.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep on the book until you felt the bed shifting under the weight of Carol. You opened your eyes and realized the sun was already down.

“Ey...” You greeted groggily, shifting to the side of the bed to give Carol more room.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” Carol said quietly. “Go back to sleep.”

You nodded, yawning. “Have you seen Daryl?” You hadn’t seen him since he went to his tent in the morning, and you wondered if he was doing okay.

“Brought him dinner, he’s doing fine,” Carol told you with a small smile. “Bored. Cranky. But okay.”

“Good...” You whispered half asleep and soon you were dreaming again.

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