#Hershel is just so sad I can't-

[perky89]

Artwork not mine! It belongs to hyoutas on devianart

BUT I'M STILL NOT OVER THIS FANART OMG- *cries in corner*

[yes-asil]

Been reading and rereading this fic by @fred-ascaire the past few weeks and the scene gets me every single time.

[fartquen12]

~Daryl's Girl~

Yandere!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Trigger warnings: yanderes (obviously), mention of weapons, abuse, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, overprotective Daryl.

During the apocalypse Daryl meets the love of his life... and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

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You woke up out of your bed. Another day, another terror and to be honest you weren't very excited. You had found another group of survivers to hang with until you were on your feet again. Atleast thats what you thought. You felt sad knowing you'd leave... you had kind of built a bond with these people. You climbed out of your tent to see Hershel's farm an old man who had agreed for you all to stay with him until things were better. You zipped up the tent and stood there to take in the sights of the farm. The apocolypse was depressing but seeing horses galloping and cows grazing the fields made you forget it all for a minute...-

"Shutup Daryl thats a horrible idea!" Yells out Rick.

Rick and Daryl fought a lot... you never really payed any attention to the two considering the argument was always about something irrelevant.

"Everyone come over here!" Rick shouted.

You sighed as you ran over to Rick and the others who were standing around.

"Everyone, me and Daryl have to head out to the city... we need another person... any volunteers?"

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You, Rick, and Daryl were all sat against the wall hiding from walkers.. you were in a building on the bottom floor. There was walkers in the stairwell and surrounding the whole entire building. You sat horrified looking at Rick for any instructions. No one trusted you with a gun.. not even a pistol considering you took off one of Glenn's balls with one...

"RICK.... RICK..... RICK!!!.... RICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shutup mahn we got walkers walkin' around all over here." Daryl yelled in a whisper.

"I wasn't even talkin' Daryl that was you." Rick replied in an annoyed tone.

"SHUTUP RICKY!" Daryl yells.

"dayummm..." You whisper considering how loud he was.

"HUH!?" yells Daryl.

"you know why don't you go ahead and brush your teeth emo boy." Rick replies.

"I thought we were buddies Rick." Daryl replies before knocking Rick out with the head of his gun and grabbing your arm.

"DAMN BOY THE HELL YOU DOIN!!!!" You yell at Daryl.'

"SHUTUP HO WE GOIN!" Daryl yells shooting through the walkers and throwing you into his truck and speeding off

"WHERE ARE WE GOING!!" you yell.

"SHHH..." Daryl says

"DARYL THIS IS NICE AND ALL BUT I JUST SAY.. I GOTTA GO SEE MY BOYFRIEND NOW..." you say

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?!?!?" Daryl yells pulling over and slamming the brakes.

"I said I needed to shit." You say letting out the fattest most juiciest dear diary diarrhea ever.. I mean it was so juicy and stinky!

"DAMN GURL U SMELL LIKE THE COWS!" Daryl yells giggling and driving off.

"I SMELL LIKE YOUR MOM?" You yell

well that made daryl very angy and he whipped out a whiner and knocked you out.

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You woke up in some random room.

"you 'wake?" you hear daryl say.

"Im fahtin." you say crying.

Daryl rolls his eyes and uncuffs you.

"Your mine and you can never leave." he says.

You look down and see your clothes have been changed..? You see a mirror in the room and as you look in it daryl says

"You like?"

you are wearing a shirt that says "Daryls property" on the front and "Daryls Girl" on the back.. you begin to die of cringe and start crying laughing and fall on the floor.

"WHAT ARE YOU ON BOUT' GIRL!" He yells

"CRINGEEEEE!!!" You yell. You then run up to Daryl and kick him in the balls and just as you were gonna leave you realise the door is locked...

"uh oh..." you say. You whip around and Daryl is standing next to you with a gun.

"If I can't have you... no one can." He says pointing the gun at you.

*farts loudly*

"what the-" daryl says.. and in this moment it gives you just enough time to grab his pistol aim it at his head and *SHOOT* but the kickback on the shitty gun aims it at his balls instead of his head and you shoot off not one but TWO balls off his ballsack. you grab his balls off the floor and shove em in yer pocket.

"more for my collection fuck it up." you say skipping over daryl who is crying and holding his non existant balls on the floor. However once you bust down the door... you see you are still on the farm and the whole group is there saying "PRANKED YOU!!" but daryl comes stumbling out crying and saying

"fuck you guys."

You felt so bad you had to shoot shane in the balls and grab up his balls to feel better about what happened...

You threw the balls in a jar and added some water you found on the floor (probably shanes wener or pee pee water) but you added it to the jar and chugged it for what you call "ball power"

"YIPPEEE I GOT EM BALL POWER!" You yell

you run out and steal someones horse.....

"YOW FOKER GET ON GET ON FATASS!!" you yell and the horse begans to gallop and kick and buck

"YOU ACTIN LIKE RICKY YA BUTTFUCK!" you scream biting ur shirt.

You run out into the city and gallop over walkers and shit... but shortly.. with every gallop this horse is throwing you up and down and with every throw you are shitting out so much poop and the walkers are smelling it and-

"WAKEY WAKEY SUCK MY TANKEY!"

you wake up to shane in your face with his poop in one hand and a shovel in the other-

"I HAD AN ACCIDENT MOMMY." he says handing you the shovel.

"goddamnit."

[another-clive-blog]

Just found the official French trailer for Unwound Future and I'm losing it

Short list of my favorite moments, NOT in order :

"I am Future Luke" :)*explosion* *gunshots*

The entire first chapter being there ? For some reason ?? So much more than that actually

"Solve a puzzle that even Layton himself can't solve" followed by that shot of Hershel crying like hello ??? Is he sad because he failed to solve the puzzle kdkvskxy

Honorable mention :

Playing the audio of Future Luke's letter while showing Clive obliterating London. That's both hilarious and clever

[taylormarieee]

~Until I found you~

Summary: Carl has gone through alot over the years. He got shot, lost his mom, lost hershel, lost the prison, thought he lost Judith and Michonne, and lost his eye. Nobody in the group really looked at his pain enough, until he found you.

Word Count: 624

Genre: Fluff/ Comfort

Pairing: Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, disturbing subjects, mentions of being shot, blood, walkers, typical TWD stuff

A/N: This was requested by @carlsdarling, I really like this alot and I hope u like it as well bestie!

Carl dealt with a lot. The loss of his mother. Having to shoot her. Watching her in pain just so his little sister could be born. He lost hershel, lost the farm and the prison.

Almost lost his dad, Thought he lost the rest of the group and his sister. He got shot twice. Lost his eye. Lost friends and family.

He had been through so much and couldn't take it anymore. Not until he found you. You were found a couple miles outside of Alexandria. Him, Rick, and Glenn were out on a run when they found you.

They asked you the questions and you gladly complied. When they brought you back to Alexandria, you felt a energy from Carl. A lot of pain and sadness. You noticed his eye. You always wondered how it happend.

He seemed to hang around you more and get comfortable with you. He began to start talking to you and trusting you. He told you things, things you never thought he would tell you and neither did he.

One day you decide to walk to hilltop, to check on maggie because she's pregnant. You and Carl get into an argument about going but he eventually lets you go.

As your walking there you find a bike. You decide to freshen your memory on how to ride a bike since its been a while plus, you'll get to hilltop faster. Walkers are near and they see you.

You just try to ride by on your bike before almost getting hit by a car. You thought you died but you didn't. You get off the bike and walk towards the car. You look inside and roll your eyes.

"CARL!? What the hell! You could have killed me! Do you even know how to drive!?" You yell asking him. He just laughs and says, "Thought. I could come and keep you company!" He says smiling.

"And your gonna do that by running me over with a car?" You say raising your eyebrows smiling.

He gets out and hugs you. "Well let's go pirate!" You say holding out your hand.

You two walk for a little while holding hands. Carl spots. a bookbag and walks over too it. You keep walking as you were a little far behind since he ran ahead.

"Hey look! I found some roller skates!" He says holding the rollerskates.

You laugh and walk over to Carl. Next thing you know you both are rolling down the street in skates with your hands interlocked. You both laughing and smiling the whole way.

You both are on the outside of Hilltops Gates. You look at Carl and he looks at you. He told you he was going to find the sanctuary and kill negan. "Carl don't. I-I can't lose you. I love you Carl!" You say crying.

He puts his head against yours and kisses your forehead. "Shh, I know baby girl." he says holding you.

"I love you. I always have and always will. I'll be safe I promise ok. You were there for me in my darkest moments. You were a person I could go to. Someone I could trust with my secrets and my sadness. I had just met you and already knew I loved you. You were there for me and you never left. I love you babe! Be safe ok?" He says wiping away the tears from your eyes.

"I'll be safe. I love you the most Carl. I always have. I always will. Make negan pay ok?" You say before walking away giving him one last kiss.

He always knew he loved you. From the day he found you. You were the one who understood him. You were his rock. His forever!

Taglist: @carlsdarling @sinsandsweetness @murdadixon @number1gal @the-dixon-effect @tied-in-a-knot

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[dxcter]

Bullets-Carl Grimes x Male Reader 2

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Y/n had spent three days alone out there. Running for his life, running away from danger, never stopping to kill a walker in his way. He just ran. During those three exhausting days before the barn he knew, he knew it was his fault. He was the reason his Mother and Father got torn to shreds, and he would never forgive himself for that.

"It's my fault! They're gone because of me. I'm the reason we got kicked out so its my fault that they're dead." He cried, his tears running down his face.

"No, no, no don't say that. It isn't your fault." Andrea said. She kneeled down and comforted the young boy.

"Did you say kicked out? Who kicked you out? And for what?" Hershel asked.

"I c-can't tell you. If I do you'll definitely get rid of me." He sniffled.

"It's okay. You can tell us, we wont get rid of you." Hershel's voice was calm and sincere.

"Really?"

"Really"

Y/n's e/c eyes looked at the people around him and swallowed. "I-i. . . I like boys." He confessed, his voice was quiet but everyone there heard it. Andrea hugged the boy, her hands rubbing his back soothingly. She turned her head and looked at Rick and Shane. "We are not kicking him out." She said. Rick put a hand to his holster and gave her a nod.

"I'll take him to Lori. He can be with her and Carl while the rest of you deal with Randall." Rick put his hand on y/n's shoulder and led him away to the campsite.

"You stay here with Lori, okay. I promise we won't get rid of you." He reassures. Y/n gave a nod. He watched Rick walk away, once he left his line of sight he walked to where Lori was. Lori gave him a friendly smile and continued to do whatever she actually does. The person with her though peaked his interest, he was quiet for the most part and he was the only person who hasn't talked to y/n. Maggie was nice, T-dog was funny so is Glenn, and Dale was nice to be around even if you don't have anything to say. But Carl, Carl was a whole can of worms that you haven't seen yet.

He was barely older than you, but he gave off this demeanor that made it seem like he's lived his whole life in this apocalypse. So you can imagine his surprise when Carl sat next to him. There was an awkward silence at first, but as y/n continued to write in one of his many journals he noticed Carl looking at him every once in a while.

He thought this would go on for the rest of the time there but he heard Carl clear his throat. "So... What are the journals for?"

Y/n looked at him quizzically. "It's just a hobby. I just like to write about things." He answered quietly.

"I knew that, I heard you talking to Maggie earlier. I wanted to know about what you write about." Carl looked at the many books in y/n's bag. Seeing this the h/c-ette/blond took out five journals.

"This blue one is kind of like a diary, I write about what's happened to me in their. I just think that it'll be important one day, kind of like a record of our history. . ." y/n slowly flipped through the pages, it was evident in the pages that he's been writing in it way before the world ended.

"This red one is about plants and animals, it helped me survive out there. The yellow one has random stuff in it like how to build basic things like levers and chemistry. The black one is just more random stuff." Carl listened closely to what y/n said.

"And this leather one has all the stories of people i've met. It even has other things in their like how old they are and small details like that." Y/n smiled as he looked through the book. Every once in a while a photo of a person would appear, y/n's melancholy expression painted across his face.

"How did you get all of this? Its pretty cool and they look like you wrote them yourself." Carl pointed out.

"I didn't do it myself at first. Lots of people helped me with it." He explained. "They kept me safe, they taught me things, and they were. . .like family to me." Tears welled up in his eyes.

Carl frowned at y/n's sad expression. "Well your here now aren't you? We can be your new family now."

Y/n gave a sad smile as he wiped his tears away. "I wish you could. . . I like you guys. Your nice to me but. . . I won't live for long." Y/n gazed into the sunset.

"T-thats not true!" Carl grabbed his hand giving it a soft squeeze.

"But it is true Carl. . . your strong I can see that, I'm not. I got my parents killed; My mother died saving me all because I panicked."

"Then I'll protect you! I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you Carl but you shouldn't have to be my knight in shining armour."

"Then let's be friends first." Carl smiled.

"I'd like that" y/n smiled.

The moon was up, casting an eerie glow over the farm. Carl and y/n were sitting on the front steps while the adults were talking in the living room. They were quietly talking until Dale angrily left the house. Y/n quickly grabbed Carol's arm before she got away.

"What happened in there?"

Carol gave him a sad look before saying "It's nothing you need to worry yourself about."

Y/n unsatisfied with the answer hesitantly let go of Carol's arm and watched as everybody went their separate ways. Y/n turned to Carl. "Can I stay with you. . . I have a bad feeling that somethings going to happen." Carl gave him a nod and started walking to his tent.

It was calm and quiet, the moon was big and full in the night sky. It was peaceful. But it could only be peaceful for so long.

"AAGGHHH!!"

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Hello i’ve finally gotten around to posting the second chapter on tumblr, yes this is short but i will be shortly uploading the third chapter so stay tuned!

[alto-tenure]

Fandom: Layton’s Mystery Journey (sorry if this is cheating!)

Ship: Emiliana/Kat

Character: Janice Quatlane

I mean uh. I sent Whiskers Great Ace Attorney specifically, so LMJ-specific isn't cheating. I'm sticking to game-only for the sake of this.

Favorite character: Emiliana

Least Favorite character: Britannias. ACAB is always applicable (ignore my favorite), but even more so for him.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Uh. Katriana. Whatever people call Cesar Chance/Taboras Lloyd. I'm fond of Pipper/Liza...uhhh, I don't really feel strongly about any other ships

Character I find most attractive: meh

Character I would marry: meh

Character I would be best friends with: the waiter!

A random thought: I wonder how many people end up being in the Ratman network.

An unpopular opinion:

My canon OTP: Bess/Benjy I guess?

Non-canon OTP: Katriana <3

Most badass character: Katrielle

Pairing I am not a fan of: Sorry, people who ship Katrielle and Ernest...I just can't really see Katrielle reciprocating his feelings. I think seeing more nuanced portrayals of their relationships that dug into how Case 12 affects them would help, but I don't think I could ever really see it.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Ernest. The twist with him could REALLY have used more foreshadowing (like how he would react to Katrielle getting buddy-buddy with the Seven Dragons, for instance).

Favourite friendship: I do feel strongly about Katrielle & Ernest's friendship. I think...they're similar to how I feel about Claire & Dimitri, but with much lower stakes due to being nowhere nearly as tragic.

cut here for length, but I did answer the rest!

when or if I started shipping it: It was Katrielle Layton: Wanted that really cemented it for me.

my thoughts: I really like Emiliana growing to care for Katrielle and respect her as a rival and as a friend, as well as developing respect for Katrielle's methodology.

What makes me happy about them: Rivals to lovers is a really fun trope.

What makes me sad about them: Emiliana has a pretty strict moral framework that I think is not impossible to reconcile with Katrielle, but will take a lot of work to really develop.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: This isn't really a bad thing, but I do wish there was a little less 100% fluff in the tag. It doesn't annoy me, I like the fluff, but I wish there was more variety.

Things I look for in fanfic: I'd love more stuff like the fic I wrote last year, but not written by me, lmao

My kinks: nope, not answering this here

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I respect the people who ship Katrielle and Lucy immensely.

My happily ever after for them: they reconcile their conflicting moral frameworks

How I feel about this character: I like Janice :) She's a neat character and I really like the parallels to Hershel.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: obviously Melina. and also Emmy

My non-romantic OTP for this character: her and Hershel

My unpopular opinion about this character: uhhhhhhhh I don't even know what the popular opinions are, ngl. I guess...I wish we had gotten more pre-canon flashbacks to establish her dynamics with the Whistlers?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I think she should take a break from music and figure out if she wants it for herself or if she wanted it because Melina was by her side doing it. I think she ultimately comes to the conclusion that she does like it, though.

My OTP: Janice/Melina <3

My OT3: a while ago @magicwhiskers29 and I were kicking around an Emmy/Janice/Melina triad after I shared some lines from my Janice/Emmy fic with her about how both Janice & Melina admired Emmy and her abilities. in my head there's also a version of this where Janice and Melina are still sharing a body when this happens

[des-fangirl]

daily desmond here!! sometimes i get extremely sad and can't stop thinking about des and Randall as friends aahh imagin hershel desmond randall trio😭😭 unstoppable

btw if Desmond will be in NWOS i want gim to say the first thing he told layton in AL THAT JUST SOUNDS SO COOOOL THAY HAVEN'T SEEN EACHOTHER IN YEARS💔

[call-me-rucy]

Just woke up from a Layton dream, it was kinda sad. I don't often dream of Layton. Today it was about @tiya-minuscule 's PL University AU. There was some kind of university race and Claire was on it and Randall was also on it, which doesn't make sense but had my brain go "Oooh, this is why it's called an AU, otherwise it's just canon untold". So they were running and Hershel and Clark and Thomas and co were cheering from the sides but then there was some sort of accident with a tramway and Hershel saved Claire and they were happy but later realised they couldn't find Randall.

Even my unconscious refuses to let Hershel Layton be happy, huh. He can't have it all.

[im-a-goddamn-cat]

⚠️ the walking dead: dead city season 1 episode 6 spoilers ⚠️

watched the finale of s1 of dead city earlier and omg, what an amazing ep!!! 💕

negan lying to ginny about her being just a debt that he has to pay, poor ginny. 😭 she seems so hurt by it. he did it to keep her safe tho and she is now at the bricks. 💕 but i wonder if he was telling the truth about killing her dad or if that was a lie too to get her to leave? not sure. my mom actually predicted that (the killing) tho haha. also i love that maggie finally gave ginny the dino back. 🥺💕

the neggie in this ep was so fucking good. 🥺💕

i loved the conversation between negan and maggie when they were at that window and maggie talked about what she wanted to see in new york like negan did in ep 1. 🥺💕 also their smiles in this scene, so cute. 🥰

omg, the fight between negan and maggie was wild! i loved it so much. 😍 i love seeing them get along but i also love watching them fight. 🤭 also when maggie was slashing at negan and negan was like "stop, we don't have to do this." 😭 he didn't wanna hurt her. 💔 also um... when negan was holding the knife on maggie and how close he was to her and??? whoa... hot. 😳🥵 also i loved what negan said to maggie afterwards. i especially loved that he said that they make a badass team. 🥰

when maggie was handing negan over to the croat and she looked so distraught, like she didn't wanna let him go. 😭 i think she was starting to feel guilty about the whole thing. 💔 also the way negan slowly lowered the knife she was holding, maaan. 😭 and the looks between negan and maggie in that scene. 🥺😭

poor hershel, he feels like maggie doesn't pay attention to him bc of her obsession with negan/revenge. 😭 poor maggie, she loves her son so much and she tries her hardest but she's struggling so much. i love that maggie told hershel that she has to finish this thing with negan and that she wants to let it go. 💕

also hershel rejecting the hat made me sad. 💔 ngl i laughed when he saw it and was like "whoa, a souvenir for being kidnapped, thanks." 😂💀

the scene in the ambulance when the croat was reminicing about old times with negan, omg. 💀 also what he was saying to negan as they were going to meet the dama lmao; he's really goofy, i love him.

omfg, the dama cut hershel's pinky toe off. 💀 negan seemed PISSED at that. also seems like hershel and the dama bonded or something? hmm. 🤔 also the dama trusting negan and giving him the "keys to the kingdom" or whatever, damn. 👀 but holy shit, she's threatening hershel to get negan to work for her. 😭

the dama is really cool and interesting tbh, i love her. she and the croat are awesome villians!

i love that pearlie lied to protect negan. he realized that some things are not black and white and that negan wasn't a bad person. 💕 but holy shit, the leader or whoever she was wants to know about the methane?! guess they want it for their community. i wonder how that'll go. 👀

the final shot of negan and maggie's faces together was so fucking good. *chef's kiss* 😘🤌

amazing season finale for an amazing show!!! 💕 i can't wait for season 2!!!

[glennrheesdaughter]

Picnic

The Alexandria community had decided to have a big picnic to celebrate the beautiful summer weather. The sun was shining, and a light breeze made it the perfect day for an outdoor gathering. Glenn and Maggie had brought their son Hershel along, and Glenn had set up a blanket for them to sit on. Hershel was playing with a toy truck, while Glenn watched him with a smile.

Y/N was playing tug of war with Dog, the community's beloved canine member. She was determined to win, pulling with all her might as Dog resisted. Daryl, who was sitting nearby, called out to her, "Time to eat, Kiddo." But Y/N was too focused on her game to pay attention.

"I can't, I'm at war!" she yelled, determined to win against Dog. "And I refuse to lose to a dog!"

Daryl smirked, amused by her determination. He surprised her by tickling her, causing her to lose her grip on the toy. "Looks like you lost, Kiddo," he said as he picked her up and carried her over to the table.

Everyone laughed as they settled down to eat. The community had brought a variety of dishes, and the table was filled with delicious food. Glenn and Maggie had brought some of their famous biscuits, which everyone raved about.

As they ate, they chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company. The survivors had joined in on the fun, happy to be a part of this community. Rick and Michonne were sitting next to each other, enjoying the moment of peace. Carl was playing catch with some of the other kids, and Judith was happily babbling away in her stroller.

Daryl was sitting next to Y/N, teasing her about her defeat in the tug of war game. "You'll get 'em next time, Kiddo," he said with a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be ready next time."

Glenn and Maggie were sitting nearby, watching their daughter with pride. "She's growing up so fast," Maggie said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Glenn nodded, "Yeah, it seems like just yesterday she was a baby."

Y/N overheard them and chimed in, "Hey, I'm still a kid, you know!"

Everyone laughed, and Hershel looked up from his toys, curious about the commotion. Maggie scooped him up and held him, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

The rest of the day was filled with fun activities. Some of the community members started a game of volleyball, while others went for a swim in the nearby lake. The survivors joined in on the fun, happy to forget about their troubles for a while.

As the sun started to set and the picnic began to wind down, Rick stood up to give a speech. "I just wanted to say how grateful I am to be a part of this community. We've been through so much, and it's moments like these that remind us of what we're fighting for."

Everyone cheered, and Daryl added, "Yeah, and we couldn't have done it without each other. We're a family, and we gotta stick together."

The rest of the night was spent around a campfire, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company. As the survivors settled down for the night, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the sense of community they had found in Alexandria. They knew that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other.

[thesimpsbasement]

Event prompt for Mod Betty! "For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence" with Jean Descole? 👉👈

•Prompt #20: "For years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence”

•100 Followers Event [closed]

•Tags/warnings: Azran Legacy spoilers( actual names used in the beginning),childhood friends trope,not proofreaded yet

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You've known Hershel since he was a kid.Often times you,him and Theodore would always play outside till it was time to go back home.You always liked Hershel,he was a caring older brother who would do anything to make sure his loved ones were happy.You always admired him and thanks to that you've grown close to the boy. However this friendship wasn't going to last long. Hershel stopped showing up to your usual hanging out spot. You were devastated to learn about his situation,no,that's an understatement, you lost your closest friends in the blink of an eye just like that.It's not like you could've done anything about it,so you just moved on or at least that's what others thought.You still missed then,you were hoping to meet at least one of them and it seems like luck was on your side , because you met him,Hershel Layton.

At first you were confused since he seemed to resemble Theodore rather than Hershel but you just assumed that your memory was playing games on you,so you didn't asleep him about it.Being determined to find him,your closest friend,you asked him if you can be his assistant,you knew that maybe because he traveled around the world that maybe,just maybe you could find him,and seems like your line of logic was right because you saw him,Desmond Sycamore who later revealed himself as Jean Descole.

You didn't exactly have time to question him,as you were all too busy to stop Leon from reviving the Azrans but it was too late,the damage had been done.But actually there was still hope,as long as everyone sacrificed themselves, there's hope for the world to remain on tact.so you all did just that.

After Aurora revived everyone the ship you were all in began to crumble as Aurora was slowly disappearing,it was a painful goodbye but you knew it was necessary.You all jumped out of the ship and landed safely on the ground somehow but you noticed that Descole was already away from the group.He turned around and gave a smirk and turned back and started to walk away.You weren't going to let him get away,you jumped on the crumbled stone he was standing on,determined to catch up with him "____ where are you going!" Hershel yelled, noticing your change of location, " I gotta catch up with him! You go without me! I'll be fine" you shout back ,Hershel ,now remember who you were,knew he couldn't convince you to stay so he nodded and as soon as he did you made a run for it.

What felt like an eternity, you finally saw him,he was about to board his ship! " WAIT!" You yell stopping to catch your breath.He turns around surprised to see you "You…What do you want?" He asks walking to you " I- you can't just run away like that you know" you say finally looking at him " What are you trying to say?" He asks again " You can't just run away from my life only to come back and then leave again!" You yell,face contorting into sadness. Leaving you? Oh.

" _____" he said "You didn't think I'd forget you did you?" " What do you mean?" You ask,with a confused look on your face " Truth is.." He said,gripping your hands in his " For years I have yearned for you,in secrecy and silence " he declared, cheeks slightly flushed " But I knew before I had to search for you I'd have to finish this mission,but it looks like you're the one that ended up finding me" he says taking one of his hands from yours and placing it on your cheek." Oh Jean" is the only thing you say before placing your own hand on his cheek just like he did,and in silent agreement you closed the gap between the 2 of you.

That kiss made you both feel alive again,finally finding the man you've been searching for all this time. Finally both your hearts are at ease now.

[rickydickydoodahgrlmes]

It was a beautiful day, it hasn't been this beautiful in a awhile, the world is falling apart its sad but true.

I found a group finally but they don't trust me very much yet, it will probably be a while they look like they've been through a lot, we all have.

The ring leaders name is Rick Grimes he's a scary man, he almost killed me, thanks to Daryl he didn't kill me I guess he just knew somehow I wasn't a threat and I'm not.

They invited me into the prison, they have made it very livable in there, everyone is getting sick and no one has medicine, I am afraid but I will not give up I want to help as much as I can and I will.

I've had training, I was in the army, very intensive shit but im ready for anything, I know how to kill them, I know how to outsmart them and I know how to get away from them.

Me and Daryl went out on a hunting trip we found a bunch of rabbits but that's it, Daryl is really nice he taught me the in and outs of hunting and how to track the animals I appreciate him, if I ever end up alone I'll know what to do but that's just if.

We brought back the food, Rick was satisfied but he said I need to pull my weight more, I'm really trying there's not much else I can do honestly.

I talked to Hershel he said the sickness was killing people so we need to stay away from the exposed since we don't have the antibiotics to help, I'm scared but I'm not gonna let that get to me.

I decided to leave on my own, there is a pharmacy no one knows about not too far from here it may take a couple days but I'm ready for this.

I arrived at the pharmacy, I wasn't sure it their were any walkers in there so I threw a big rock in the store, they are attracted to sound, no walkers came out so I grabbed my gun and walked inside, I checked the back and I found them, the antibiotics!

I quickly got out of the store and started my journey back, I was halfway there and I ran into a walker, but it wasn't just a random walker, it was my mom.

I stabbed her in the head and found a good place to bury her, I have to be strong, I can't let this get to me.

I arrived back at the prison, Rick let me in and yelled at me, lecturing me about how it's dangerous to go out alone, I showed him the bag full of antibiotics, and he just looked up at me and hugged me.

"No need to be gushy Rick I just don't want you guys to die, I need you" I said Rick hugged me again then ran the antibiotics to Hershel.

Everyone started to get better after a couple of weeks, yes we lost a few but thats just how it goes.

[dixons-sunshine]

Had to reblog because there's no way all my thoughts would fit into a comment.

This chapter was a whirlwind of emotions. It ranged from hilarious to sad to nerve-wracking to hilarious again to nail-biting. Seriously, I don't think I've ever had to take breaks during reading in any of the previous chapters before, that's how anxious I got during some parts of this. And the fact that, for a moment, it was considered to give birth on the road was like... 😃... Hershel, I love you, but what? Thank god for Daryl and Carol. Speaking of Carol, if I'm ever pregnant, I need her by my side. She's been nothing but supportive and helpful, and she's quite honestly one of the reader's best friends. She's the only one that managed to calm ME down irl, and I'm not even the one pregnant and she's not real lmao. And Daryl was the absolute best in this. He handled this like a champ (looking past the passing out part because baby boy was STRESSED and couldn't help it.) And the way he reassured the reader and helped her keep going? And saying "I love ya" multiple times? *Proceeds to die of cuteness and loving overload.* Kinda wanna know what went through Daryl's mind when the reader went through that because I know he felt so guilty, like it was his fault (he was saying "m'sorry" so we got some insight to that). And the way my heart dropped when Hershel told them what was wrong. Thank god they managed to fix it and the rest of the labour went relatively smoothly. Thumper is finally here and they're a girl! I called it lmao. Daryl as a girl dad just makes so much sense. It would be a hilarious way to start the next chapter and Hershel says there's another head, but just having one baby girl is perfect. Can't wait to see what they name her. I kinda want them to argue over baby names for a while and Carol just agreeing with reader on the most absurd names just to piss Daryl off because they would totally team up and tease Daryl relentlessly. Carol and reader's friendship is something extremely precious to me.

Absolutely flawless writing as always. This chapter had me on the edge of my seat the whole time and I absolutely loved it. Hands down the best series on this app. 💜

Editing this to add that I instantly understood the "what's that gotta do with the price of fish?" reference. I grew up with a saying almost exactly like that one, but instead of fish, we say eggs. So basically, we say, "what's that gotta do with the price of eggs?" That was amazing to me.

Blood Ties Chapter 29

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Slightly graphic depictions of labor and childbirth A/N: Maybe a cliffhanger. Maybe not. You'll have to read to find out! ;) Daryl is definitely ooc in this. I'm sorry, I tried to get as close as I could to how he might react. Also, the saying he uses is one we use in the south that means "how is that relevant?" You'll know it when you read it, lol.

“About 4cm now. Progressing nicely.” Hershel informed, wiping his hands on a cloth that Carol had provided. 

Rick and T-Dog were out doing yet another night run in the van. It was also low on fuel but the map showed another town close by. Fuel, gloves, and other necessities were on the list. Glenn was on watch with Daryl for backup if anything happened. It wasn’t an ideal situation but it couldn’t be helped.

Thumper was calling the shots at that point. 

Before the men had left, Daryl had confiscated all the blankets except for those that were for Lori and Carl. When Glenn began to complain, one look from the anxiety-driven archer had brought the young man very close to hiding behind Rick. While some blankets were used for your comfort, others were fashioned into a tent-like structure over the bare branches of a decently sized bush. You needed some sense of privacy. 

Carol and Lori had dug through the maternity clothes that hadn’t been lost on the road and found a button up dress. It was comfortable and made things much easier than leggings. 

After your immediate needs had been met, Daryl then perched himself just beside your shoulder and hadn’t moved since. 

“S’the number we’re aimin’ for?” He asked with frustration lacing his tone, making sure the blankets were back over you and tucked tight to keep you warm. He had been muttering to himself how he wished he had made time to read the rest of the books. Daryl was not a man that liked being in the dark on anything. It made him feel helpless, as you had learned over the last several months. 

“She needs to be at 10cm and the baby needs to be in the correct position before she can push.” The old man positioned the ear tubes of the stethoscope before pressing it against several spots on your belly. “Heart beat is strong. Everything is looking good.”

You had remained quiet until that moment. “Do I just—I don’t know—lay here?”

“Walking encourages the cervix to dilate and soften. Once you dilate a little further, the contractions will likely be stronger, whether painful or not.” The calmness that man practiced really made you want to strangle him with that stethoscope. “Make sure you don’t go alone, and—”

“She ain’t.” Daryl snapped. 

Hershel shot him an admonishing look. “As I was saying, take breaks. Sleep when you can. I’ll check you periodically. You’ll need to keep timing the contractions, son.” Daryl nodded. “Sip small amounts of water, no food. Keep me informed of any changes. And as unpleasant as it may sound, if you feel the pressure and urge as if you may need to have a bowel movement, call for me immediately.”

You, as well as Daryl, reared back, lips curling. 

“The fuck that gotta do with the price’a fish?” The archer queried, not so nicely. 

“Settle down. The pressure from the baby’s head moving into the birth canal can feel similar to that.” Shaking his head, Hershel shuffled his way out of your tiny tent. 

Finally alone, you turned onto your side and scooted your upper body toward Daryl. He stretched out his legs so you could rest on his thigh. 

“Get some rest.” His hand wiggled beneath the blanket and rubbed up and down the length of your upper arm, but moved to your belly when another contraction took over. Without prompting, he slid his warm palm around to your lower back and applied the least bit of pressure, rubbing small circles. You buried your face into his thigh to ride it out, but you had to admit the light massaging helped, if only a little. 

“You’re supposed to be—” You were panting when you rolled your head to remind him, but found the watch already lifted to eye level, his gaze shifting from it to your stomach. 

“Sleep if ya can. I got this.” His brow was furrowed in concentration, your heart swelling and warm. Any worry you had entertained of him running when things got real, just gone in an instant. He was there. He was there. 

“I’ll try.” You whispered, the pain finally an afterthought. You felt him slide his hand back to the side of your stomach before you let yourself succumb to exhaustion. 

“Sorry, Sunshine. Doc says up, so up ya get.”

You let Daryl take your dead weight and pull you up by a grip beneath your arms, making it as difficult as possible so you might get to stay in your warm little nest. You were still at 4cm. Hershel had said you had to start walking to help labor progress. 

“This isn’t fair.” You whined, rubbing your back once you were upright. The pain that accompanied each contraction had lessened but was still ever present. “Can’t you walk and I dilate?”

Daryl snorted. “Don’t think that’s how it works.” He placed a careful hand on the small of your back and kept your pace, slow as it was. 

“Okay, then how about if it gets worse, I kick you in the balls and punch you in the kidneys so you can participate properly?” You were only half joking. 

“If it gets ya through this, I guess.” The archer shrugged. You regarded him with a skeptical brow arched. 

“You’d really let me do that?”

“Hell nah, but s’the thought that counts or some shit like that, right?” He didn’t even try to dodge the smack you aimed at his shoulder. 

“You’re hilarious.” You deadpanned, even as you leaned into him while you strolled in circles around the perimeter. The moonlight caught the watch in his right hand, his finger tapping against the casing. Bless him, he was taking his role of supportive partner very seriously. You gasped when the next contraction came, stopping to bend slightly and breathe through it while Daryl secured an arm around you and flipped open the watch. 

When it was clear you weren’t falling, he slid his hand to the middle of your back and massaged the length of your spine using gentle pressure from the heel of his palm. He never said much—if anything—during the episodes themselves, but kept you informed of the timing of each one. 

“Oh, goddamnit, this one sucks.” You managed through clenched teeth. You swayed slightly when it was over, grasping blindly for the man next to you. 

“Thirteen minutes since the last’un. A minute, twelve.” He was slow and careful when turning you back toward camp. “Let’s getcha back to Hershel.” 

You shook your head. “One last loop, then we can go back.” Daryl didn’t say anything but you felt him tense. “I’m sure. They’re just getting a little more painful in the stomach, less in the back.” 

He still hesitated. “Alright. One more.”

Hershel stepped into your path before you started the second loop, allowing Daryl to fill him in on the last contraction. 

“Do one more. Rest. And then again.” The old man ordered curtly. 

Once he had vanished back toward the small fire, you mocked his words. “Rest and then again.” Daryl shook his head beside you. “I mean seriously, how much help can walking actually be?”

“Fuuuuuck!” You were digging your fingers into the blankets below you, swatting away Carol’s hand when she tried to dab your face with a piece of cloth. Daryl was sitting beside, wide-eyed and lost, the watch forgotten by his leg. Hershel was between your knees, sporting his medical gloves that had been brought back by Rick and T-Dog. 

The archer cleared his throat. “She alright?” 

“Do I look alright, Daryl?!” You hissed, making an admirable attempt at breathing the way Carol was instructing. The contraction finally ended and you fell back onto the folded blankets. “I’m sorry.” You found his worried blue eyes easily and fumbled for his hand. 

“S’okay.” He whispered, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. 

“She’s at 6cm. We can still time the contractions but I think she may need your attention more than that watch does now.” Hershel reached for the item and placed it in his pocket once Daryl handed it over. “Keep moving but stay closer, no more perimeter walks.”

Daryl nodded, you whimpered. 

“I’ll be back soon to check again. If we’re lucky, things will move a little faster now that you’re in active labor.” Hershel left the tent while Carol fixed your dress. 

“I know it hurts, but you two will have little Thumper in your arms in just a matter of hours.” She smoothed your hair and tucked it behind your ears. “You’re doing great.”

“I don’t feel like I’m doing great.” You murmured, ducking your head almost bashfully. “I’m really sorry I snapped at you, Daryl. It just—well, it hurts and it’s hard to think.”

“Ain’t mad.” He tried for a half smile but it was weak. “Better than gettin’ kicked in the balls, I reckon.” You laughed and squeezed his hand. “Guess we oughtta getcha up again.”

“I’ll help.” Carol offered. You could see that a refusal was on the tip of Daryl’s tongue but he never voiced it. With Carol under one arm and Daryl under the other, you were pulled upright. 

Your body already felt wrung out and sore, and the epic finale hadn’t even begun. Still, you allowed Carol to pass you off to Daryl. 

“We movin’ on? Be better to find a house or somethin’.” He looped an arm around your back, following as you shuffled your way around. 

Carol shrugged, not touching you but keeping up with your small strides. “Both vehicles have fuel but Hershel isn’t sure we should move her. He thinks the baby will come soon and she needs to be kept in one place.”

You groaned, letting your head fall back in frustration. “She is right here. And if my opinion matters, I’d rather not—” The contraction came on strong, halting you suddenly with your hand fisting into the lower part of Daryl’s vest. The archer stepped around in front of you, rough but gentle hands grasping your wrists to guide your arms to his shoulders. 

“Try to breathe. Sometimes humming or even moaning helps, like an outlet.” Carol advised while rubbing your back. 

Your head fell forward against Daryl’s chest, a deep but quiet moan muffled against the firm muscle beyond his shirt. His hands had fallen to your hips, his body followed you as you swayed back and forth. The episodes were growing more intense, coming closer together and lasting longer. It wasn’t difficult to surmise that things would be growing more difficult to handle. 

“Ain’t nothin’ we can do for ‘er?” Daryl asked quietly above you, each word blowing his warm breath over the top of your head. Carol must have answered in the negative because his fingers flexed against your hips. 

The skin of your belly was pulled so tightly that you swore it would tear open, the muscles feeling as if they would pulse right out of the gaping hole your torn flesh would leave. 

“Shit.” You whimpered, your voice finding its way back during the last dregs of pain. You almost didn’t register warm hands gliding up and down your sides, a smaller hand on your back. “I don’t want to have the baby here.” You argued weakly. “It’s too open. Things will be too chaotic, too loud.”

“I know, Sunshine, but the doc says—”

“I don’t want to risk Thumper here in the open, Daryl. With—with walkers or people.” With enough strength having returned after the pain, you lifted your head, eyes pleading. “Please.”

The archer was visibly upset. He was just as vulnerable as you were at that moment, torn between what he felt was right and what Hershel said was for the best. His tongue wet his bottom lip before he pulled it in between his teeth, looking to Carol for guidance. 

“Could lay down the seats in the van. Use the back.” He suggested. Plenty’a room an’ if we need to move fast—”

“I don’t think that’s unreasonable.” Carol agreed, rubbing your back in a few soft strokes before beginning to move away. “I’ll go talk to Hershel. You two keep walking.”

You watched her go, turning your gaze up to Daryl when he shifted back to your side to urge you along. “Gotta keep movin’.” You groaned, dragging your feet with your head falling back in frustration. 

You were in the middle of a contraction, when you heard it. A snarl, a raspy growl much too close. You were already clinging to Daryl and breathing through the pain that was readying your body for Thumper’s arrival, but you’d have to let him go. He had to protect the baby. And to do that, he had to protect you. 

But he didn’t move. He was nearly vibrating, rigid beneath your hands on his shoulders. He was just as scared as you were, even more so. He knew he could take the walker but that would mean letting you go. He needed to protect you but he wanted to support you. He had told you he'd never let you fall and you knew he had meant it.

“Go.” Your hands slid from his shoulders, down his chest before they released him completely to clutch your belly.

His boots disappeared from your view of the ground but you couldn’t focus after that. The pain was growing in intensity, immobilizing you with your lips tightly pressed to withhold the cries that vibrated behind your teeth for release. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t make a sound. You’d attract more, endanger everyone. You’d endanger Thumper. Daryl. 

There were scuffles. More snarls. Tears were threatening your waterline. Pain was coursing through you like a serpent, slithering around each muscle and tendon and pulling them tight. You felt disappointment and guilt over all the agony when your mouth fell open with a guttural moan, your will to cut off the scream that begged to follow barely holding true. 

“D—Daryl.” You cried out. And he was there, hands on your face, your biceps, your belly. 

“M’here. M’here. Gotta move, though.” He swept you up with the slightest strained noise. “Gonna getcha to the van. Gonna find somewhere safe for ya.” The pain was fading. You could focus on the dark blood on his face, the dirt and grime. 

“Herd?” You whispered. 

“Ain’t your fault.” His expression emanated fear and stress. “The hatch.” Someone was with him. The small hands that opened the back of the van and spread out the blankets, those were Carol’s. She sat a pile of smaller blankets and squares of fabric toward the indents on the floor where the seats had been stowed. 

“Get as many in the truck as you can! In the cab and the bed!” Rick was calling out at the same time that Hershel climbed into the van. Daryl was careful when he placed you inside, climbing over you before pulling you further in to make room for Hershel and Carol. 

Through your haze of exhaustion, you saw Rick climb in the driver's seat and Maggie beside him. That meant that five others had to somehow fit into the truck. 

“Is everyone okay?” You asked, eyes pleading with Daryl for an honest answer. 

“Yeah, they’re all good.” He nodded, smoothing a hand over your hair. 

The van was moving, though you didn’t realize when it had started. Hershel was between your knees when another contraction came. It felt like only moments had passed since the last one. In the safety of the van, though you couldn’t be bothered to consider that, you bowed forward with a scream. Daryl gingerly worked your fingers loose from the blanket to take your hand. 

“She’s at 9cm. This baby is coming soon.” Hershel didn’t move this time, he and Carol began sorting things that you couldn’t see. Panting, you leaned to the side, knowing Daryl would be there. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed. 

“What—” He swallowed audibly. “Tell me what I need to do.” 

“Just be with her.” Carol poured some water from a bottle onto a piece of fabric and passed it across you for Daryl to take. “Wipe her face, put it behind her neck.”

The archer’s hand was trembling fiercely when you felt the blessed cool cloth touch your forehead. The moan that left you was not one of pain but utter relief. “Oh, that’s nice.” You breathed. Your skin was on fire, every cell of your being felt twisted and wrong. But that trembling cloth wiping at your face grounded you, centered you around what your body was preparing to do. 

You were so close to being a mother. 

But that didn’t stop the scream that ripped from your throat when the next contraction tore through you. You sat up, propped on your elbows with your eyes screwed shut. Tears leaked from the corners, the wailing cutting off into wretched sobs when you felt Daryl’s forehead fall against the crown of your head, his mantra of m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry shattering you into a million shards. 

You couldn’t tell him it was okay. You couldn’t remind him why you hurt. You couldn’t reassure him that he was the one you wanted and you were more than happy to do this with him. For him. You didn’t have the breath. 

“Don’t push, Y/N. Not yet.” Hershel’s tone was even but not cruel, his gloved hands on your knees. 

“It fucking burns!” You shrieked, squeezing Daryl’s hand until you were certain you felt the bones shift. The contraction let up, the fiery sensation dulling but ever present. 

“What’s happenin’?” Daryl sounded breathless. Terrified. You were still catching your breath when you looked up at him. His tan skin was white as a sheet, no color in his lips. His blue eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them. From tears or fear, you couldn’t be sure. 

“The baby’s in the right position. Y/N, it’ll be time to push soon. It’ll be very important for you to listen to everything I say. Can you do that?” Hershel wasn’t looking at you, between moving around things Carol was handing to him and keeping a constant eye on your progress. Distantly, you wondered why it was Carol at his side and not Maggie. Maybe because you were close with Carol? For your comfort? 

“Yeah. Yeah, I can.” You turned your attention back to Daryl when his grip on your hand loosened slightly. He swayed, the pallor of his skin growing more concerning. “Daryl?”

The archer shook his head almost violently. “M’good.”

“Okay, I just—oh, fuck, already!?” You grit your teeth as your stomach tightened, a visible shift beneath the fabric of your dress. 

“Maggie, can you climb back here?” Hershel requested calmly. His eldest said nothing but maneuvered her way into the back and on your opposite side. “I fear we may lose Daryl at any moment and Y/N will need support.”

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Daryl snapped but it was a weak effort. He inhaled deeply and began squeezing your hand to keep you from dislocating his fingers. 

“Here.” Carol passed him an opened bottle of water. “Drink a few sips. You’re white as a ghost.”

You were barely aware of everything happening around you, shaking almost violently to refrain from bearing down until Hershel told you to do so. It was bordering on excruciating. 

“Jesus Christ, it feels like you’re holding a flamethrower to my fucking pussy!” 

Hershel sighed while Maggie and Carol chuckled and Daryl snorted out a quiet nice, Y/N. 

“It’s just the birth canal stretching to make room for the baby.” The veterinarian explained coolly. 

“Just?” You mocked. “Just, he says while it’s my—oh Jesus fuck!” With all the presence of mind you could summon, you managed not to start screaming at Daryl for putting you in that position. You knew that beyond the pain and fear, you wanted Thumper in your arms more than anything in that fucked up world. 

“Okay, Y/N,” Hershel patted your bare knees just at the tail end of the contraction to ensure he had your attention. You had fallen back against Maggie while Daryl held the cool cloth against the back of your neck. His hand was vibrating your skull to the point that you nearly asked him to move away. “You’re ready. On the next contraction, you need to push.”

“God, your calm voice makes me want to kick you in the teeth.” You didn’t mean it—mostly. Hershel must have known that because he chuckled. You could feel the next contraction already building when the van lurched to a stop, throwing everyone in it. 

“We got a herd in front of us!” Rick called from the front. 

“Go ‘round it! Turn ‘round! Just keep ‘em off us!” Daryl yelled as the pain peaked. “Fuck!” He bellowed when your hand began to shake with how hard you squeezed his own. 

“Push!” Hershel shouted over the bumps and jerks of the van doing whatever Rick had deemed best. “Good, good!” He began to countdown from ten while you screamed.

You were being torn open. Thumper was going to rip you in half on their way out. Your throat was raw, surely bleeding from your wails. When the old man reached one, you fell back against Maggie but Daryl’s hand was there too. 

“Maggie, Daryl, hold behind her knees. Help support her legs. It’ll keep her hips open.” Both moved forward, taking you with them to sit you up a little straighter. Daryl had to release your hand to hold you and your leg. The archer hissed with the pressure against his abused palm. “Perfect. Alright, Y/N. A nice, strong push this time.”

You almost snarled. “Last one wasn’t good enough?”

“Easy, Sunshine.” You felt Daryl's lips against your temple and yearned to keep them there. 

“I’m sorry, Hershel.” Once again, the man simply smiled. Lori had told you that childbirth in the movies was often dramatized but so far, you weren’t seeing the truth in that statement. When the contraction reached a crescendo, you leaned forward while Maggie and Daryl held your legs steady. The pain was extraordinary. You almost wished you could see what was happening, but any train of thought was derailed with Hershel’s next words.

“The baby is crowning!” 

Gasping, you swallowed hard, glancing at Daryl—who had a front row seat to what was happening—and then back to Hershel. “Crowning?”

“The head will be out soon.” 

“All this and we don’t even have the head out?!” You screeched, just as your stomach rippled into a rigid mound and you were pushing again. This pain was different. Thumper was definitely ripping you apart. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! It burns!”

“S’that—” Daryl cleared his throat and swallowed, swaying on the spot. “S’that normal?”

“Perfectly normal.” Hershel glanced up at the archer, back down, and then up again. “Carol.” He needn’t say anything else. The other woman was moving to grab the back of your leg and let Daryl fall against her so he didn’t smack his head on the side of the van.

You were completely unaware, your entire focus centered on the inferno between your legs. There was no way any woman would willingly do this unmedicated. Never in your life had you wanted drugs more than you did in that moment. Thumper. Thumper, Thumper. You chanted internally, even as your vocal chords vibrated harshly with your screams. And just as you thought you would lose consciousness from the pain, it lessened. It hadn’t disappeared but comparatively, you would take that over the prior. 

“The head is out!” 

Panting, you smiled but then fell into confusion when you saw Carol beside your leg and Daryl slumped against her. “Daryl? Daryl?!” You shifted but Maggie held you still. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine.” Hershel chuckled. 

“Who knew a man that could gut a walker without batting an eye couldn’t watch his baby’s head come out?” Carol smiled but began to act, jerking her shoulder to jar the archer. “Daryl. Daryl, wake up. You don’t want to miss this.” He stirred and started to lean back. “Think you can take a look without losing it again?”

“Shuddup.” He shook his head hard, grunting. His hand was the first thing to move, sliding beneath Carol’s to take hold of your leg. Then he was looking at you. “M’sorry. That was—fuck, m’a pussy.” Maggie was moving your hand and pulling you forward as you watched your partner. 

Then your fingers were touching a soft, albeit slimy, head. 

You gasped. “Daryl.”

The man gulped, but then sat up on his knees a little. You watched the fear and apprehension melt away into awe, his jaw loosening, eyebrows rising, and eyes beginning to shine. “S’that—”

“That’s Thumper.” You were able to say before Hershel announced your miniscule break was over. He didn’t need to say a word, your body was already letting you know. Daryl’s hold felt stronger now and he was watching with an awestruck intensity that just made your heart want to explode even as you rode out the waves of agony. You were going to be a little family.

Then, out of the blue, you could feel something was different, wrong.

“Her—Hershel—Ow, fuck—” You fingers clawed at Daryl’s chest, his wet eyes going wide with concern. The contraction ended and you were gasping and swallowing convulsively, feeling nauseous regardless of your lack of food. Daryl’s eyes were darting back and forth between you and the old man. “Daryl, something—something’s wrong.” You could tell the baby had not moved an inch during the pushing, but not only that, it felt like they had actually pulled back toward your opening. 

“I know.” Hershel’s voice had lost the calm and was taking on an emergent edge. “The baby is stuck.”

Panic flashed over Daryl’s face in the form of anger. “The fuck ya mean stuck?!”

Still trying to catch your breath, sweat dripping into your eyes, you thought for certain Daryl was going to jump across your leg and attack the old man. Thankfully, he remained at your side. Trembling and breath stuttering, but he wasn’t moving. 

“Shoulder dystocia. The baby is turned in such a way that the shoulders can’t fit through the pelvis. Carol, I will need your help, please.” You were already on the edge of the next contraction when Hershel nearly barked “Y/N, don’t push.”

“What the fuck’re ya doin’?” Daryl snapped, leaning over your leg to investigate. So many emotions were battling for dominance in his expression that you couldn’t even begin to imagine how he was feeling.

“Daryl, please.” You pleaded, trying your hardest not to sob. For once, you cared nothing about being self-reliant or what the group thought of you and how much you needed Daryl. As you fought through the pain and against your body’s natural insistence to push, you just cried. Daryl kept a hand below your knee, too afraid to move unless Hershel gave the okay, but he leaned as far as he could to hold you without influencing your position.

“S’okay, Sunshine. S’gonna be okay.”

“Y/N, listen to me. I can feel the shoulder.” Now, the veterinarian’s tone was just downright frightening. “Maggie and Daryl are going to pull your legs back on the next contraction. I’m going to apply some pressure above your pubic bone. It’s not going to be pleasant, but if I’m correct, the head should come and then the baby. I need you to push with all you have, do you understand?”

You pressed your cheek further into Daryl’s chest and nodded, hiccuping through ragged, exhausted breaths. When the contraction began to tear through you, Maggie and Daryl reacted immediately, pulling your legs toward your belly while you curled inward with a guttural scream. Hershel pressed into the area just above your pubic bone, the pressure only compounding the whirlwind of pain you were already caught in. And then it was over and you let the two supporters take your weight.

The van rocked again, but was ignored. Hershel looked at Carol gravely and shook his head. 

“S’that ‘bout?” Daryl hissed, trying hard for your sake not to lose his cool.

“It didn’t work.” Before Daryl could speak, the old man continued. “We’re going to try one more time. If it doesn’t work, there are a couple of other things we can try but time is of the essence. The baby isn’t getting the oxygen they need like this.”

“Whatever ya gotta do. Just take care’a both’a ‘em.” 

Hershel nodded. “Alright, same thing, Y/N. A big, big push for me.”

You shook your head, exhausted. “I can’t.” You whispered, your eyelids heavy as hope attempted to flee and you accepted that once again, the world would take from you. It would take from Daryl. “I’m so tired.” You felt movement beneath your left leg and then Daryl’s hand was grasping your chin, firm but gentle. 

“Hey. Cut that shit out.” He wasn’t angry. He was using the same tone you’d heard him use when he had told Thumper to cut you some slack. When he had started communicating with the baby. “Ya’ve gone through hell an’ back for this an’ I ain’t lettin’ ya quit at the goddamn finish line, ya hear me?”

“I’m tired, Daryl.” Your face screwed up in pain as the next contraction began to build.

“Nu uh. Ya ain’t gonna bust into my life an’ fuck up my world six ways from Sunday, make me love ya an’ this kid, an’ then just give up. S’you an’ me an’ Thumper. S’what ya said!”

You blinked at him, slowly starting to sit up.

“I’ve seen ya be a badass before, Sunshine.” Your breaths were coming faster, the contraction nearly on top of you, but you only had eyes for Daryl. “Be a fuckin’ badass now.” His hand left your face and went back to your leg, pulling it toward you at the same time Maggie moved the right one. 

You screamed so loud that you were certain the rocks and bumps of the van were due to your wails alone. Something shifted, you felt it and it hurt. You were on fire and aching at the same time. When the contraction ended, you still felt painfully stretched and bruised and uncomfortable. “Did—did it work?” You panted, grasping desperately for Daryl’s shirt.

“The head is out, the shoulders are turned. One more big push, Y/N. Just one more.”

You breathed harshly through your nose, trying to amp yourself up. Maggie and Carol were throwing encouragement your way, but you didn’t hear them. You only felt Dary’s breath against your ear, his stubbled cheek rubbing against your skin.

He whispered, only for you to hear. “I love ya.” Kissing your temple, he moved back to his spot and when you looked at him, exhausted and crying, the corner of his mouth twitched and he nodded.

You could do this.

When the next contraction ripped through you, the world went silent. It was only you and the pain, white hot and all consuming. You were indeed being torn in half but if it meant Thumper would take that first breath, would open those little eyes to see the world—fucked up or not—then you would gladly be wrenched into pieces. 

The moment the baby slipped free of you, you felt the emptiness. You still hurt, but the worst of the pain was suddenly absent. Sound and sight came back to you in an onslaught that had you sucking in a breath like your lungs had been starved. 

“Is—Hershel, the baby?” You asked, trying to move as Daryl and Maggie lowered your legs. The archer was leaning across your knee. You couldn’t even tell if he was breathing, but his eyes were wide and darting. 

“Doc—”

The ferocious first cries of the distraught newborn echoed throughout the van. Maggie had moved behind you to keep you sitting up while Daryl had staggered backward and fallen on his ass against the interior wall, eyes on the little thing that Hershel was looking over intently. Maggie reached over your shoulder and began unbuttoning your dress, whispering in your ear as she moved.

“The baby needs to nurse, bond with you on your skin and it’ll help when you have to push out the placenta, okay?” You blinked at her, concerned. “It’s okay. It’s nothing like what you just went through. One or two small pushes and it’s out.”’ You nodded robotically, watching Hershel maneuver some sort of tape around a slimy cord.

Thumper was not happy. They were probably cold and that thought made your heart ache. Your baby should never be uncomfortable. Daryl was slowly, clumsily making his way toward you, but wasn’t taking his eyes off the baby. When he was sitting beside you, Hershel finally leaned over you and placed the squirming, slippery baby on your chest.

“Congratulations. You have a daughter.”

[catt-leya]

Smutty May 08.05.

First Choice (18+) || Rick Grimes

A sweet Anon had a very specific request and I did my best to make it all happen 💓

At one point, however, I had a little problem with how the consent thing works and modified the request a bit to make it all consensual 👀

Summary: Rick is going through a tough time in the prison and you offer to always be there for him. You actually mean the conversation, but he understands something completely different.

Trigger: Little confusion about consent, semi-public sex (?), age gap (OF AGE), dirty talk and as always the smutty stuff

I gently rock Rick's little daughter back and forth in my arms and follow the corridor that leads out to the prison yard.

For days the weather has been incredibly beautiful and I try to take Judith out onto the lawn as often as I can.

Because I'm Hershel's youngest daughter, I don't often get asked to go out for a run, but I'm not sad about it at all, because I can take care of Rick's daughter that way.

The little girl lost her mother some time ago and has only her brother and father left.

My thoughts slip back to the handsome ex-cop when I spot him at the fence in front of the Walkers.

As if casually, I walk in his direction and pretend I'm just taking the little girl for a walk, although I'd like to see the much older man up close.

I've had a bit of a crush on Rick since he showed up at the farm with his group, but he still had a wife at the time.

The marriage was practically over by then, but there still remained the glaring age difference that I've come to terms with and can actually completely suppress my ridiculous feelings for him.

The only one who knows about how I look at Rick sometimes is my big sister Maggie's boyfriend.

Glenn noticed it when we had the plague in the prison and I had a weak moment or two and looked at Rick in a specific way.

Since then, things have slowly gone uphill in terms of living with everyone together, but still, something irreversible has changed in Rick. He has become colder and tougher than he used to be and you can see it in every kill he brutalizes through the fence.

I let Judith play with my hair and stand as close as I can to the fence behind Rick as I ask, "Do you need help?"

He winces violently, then turns to me. At first his veiled gaze falls on his little daughter before he looks me in the face and shakes his head: "It's okay."

That ends the conversation for him and he turns back to the Walkers. He is engrossed in his work and it doesn't seem to bother him one bit that I am just staring at him.

I silently follow every muscle that shows under his sweaty shirt and then close my eyes with a sigh. If he won't talk to me, then I can't help him.

I spend the rest of the day outside with the little one and only notice in the corner of my eye how Rick marches past us, drenched in blood, and disappears into the prison block.

Slowly the sun sets and it is time for Judith to go to bed. Gently, I lift her off the grass and murmur, "Well, are you getting tired?"

I get a yawn in response and carry the little one in with a grin.

I take my time and nod contentedly as she lies in her crib next to Rick's bed.

I have no idea where her father still hangs out, but I'm sure he should be there soon and then I won't be needed in the cell either.

So, I take a step back and my eyes fall on Judith's father sitting on the floor next to his cell. His eyes are lazily fixed on me and I squeak out in surprise, "Oh, what are you doing?"

Quietly, he clears his throat, "I didn't want to disturb you, so I waited until you were done."

I don't take my eyes off him and nod slowly. My first reflex is to go to my own cell, but after my first step I stop.

I know that everyone has an incredible amount of respect for Rick and his dominant character, and because of that, they tend not to ask how he's doing. After all, the strong and controlling Rick can never be unwell.

But he doesn't look like that, sitting there on the floor and not even making an effort to move into his cell.

So, I make a decision and drop down on the floor next to him. Immediately he looks back at me and I have to swallow hard as his blue eyes are so close to me.

I know I need to focus on other things, so I look down at his hands resting in his lap and the ring he still wears after Lori's death and the demise of his marriage.

I tighten my legs and arrange myself into a cross-legged position as I ask him quietly, "What's wrong? And please don't tell me now that everything is fine, because I can see that something is very wrong."

There is an oppressive silence for a short while and I look him in the face again.

Patiently, I wait for his answer, which can be a really long time coming, before he sighs, "You're right. After all we've been through, I wonder..."

He breaks off and averts his eyes, staring at the wall as he continues, "I wonder if I could have done anything differently. Whether I should have listened better. Tried harder. Maybe then not so many of us would have died. Maybe things would have turned out differently."

Without giving it much thought, I lean forward and reach for his hand, feeling the cool metal from the ring on my fingers.

Immediately he jerks his head around and looks at our hands as I say in a firm voice, "That's exactly the point, Rick. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe more people would have died, or maybe not. Who really knows for sure? The only thing that matters is that you try. That we all try and fight."

Gently, I slide my fingers between his and add softly, "You're a good man, Rick, and you're doing what you think is right. But you're not alone, either. We-"

I clear my throat, "I'm here for you if you need anything." Lightly, I squeeze his hand, then whisper, "Anything."

He lifts his chin and looks me in the eye.

His features have changed and it's only then that I realize how I worded it earlier.

I hope he didn't completely misunderstand, but the way he looks at me feels like he's seeing me for the first time.

As if he had never perceived me before the way he does now.

As if he is only now seeing that I have become a woman despite the immense age difference.

I can't help my cheeks turning red and I don't correct my statement.

A few moments pass before I realize that I still have my hand intertwined with his and swallow hard as I take it from him.

That seems to be the moment he regains consciousness and blinks several times before coughing softly, "I should go check on Judith."

Absently, I nod and watch him sit up and reach his hand out again to help me up.

But I pretend I didn't see it and ignore his help as I sigh and stand up, nodding slightly to him, "Good night, Rick."

Faster than perhaps I should, I disappear into my cell and can't breathe properly until I feel the cool lattice of my bed under my fingertips.

***

A few days pass in which I barely exchange a word with Rick, but I catch him staring at me far too intensely again and again.

I try not to think too much of it, and it's not until days later that I muster all my courage and walk up to him as he's working in the small field with our crops.

It seems as if he senses my presence and turns to me even before I can brace my arms on the fence.

Goosebumps cover my arms as his gaze glides over my body before he looks me in the eye and finally speaks to me properly after days, "You look beautiful."

My mouth drops open in surprise and I can't get it closed either for a few moments.

I expected a lot of things, but not that he would give me this kind of compliment.

There's a strange silence before Rick leans his butt against the fence next to me and looks down at me from above, "I've been thinking about what you talked to me about in front of my cell."

Slightly lowering his eyes to my still slightly open mouth, he murmurs, "More often than maybe I should."

Finally regaining my composure, I straighten up a bit to at least somewhat compensate for our size difference and try not to sound too confused, "I'm glad. I'm sure I'm not necessarily your first choice, but I'll try my best."

I feel like everything I say sounds totally ambiguous coming out of my mouth and I don't dare look him in the eye.

Actually, I can only hope that he is so focused on my words with which I offer to always talk to me, that he doesn't notice my physical reaction to his closeness and smell.

Rick is standing so close to me that I'm aware of his every breath when he suddenly runs his hand along my forearm and whispers, "Who said you weren't my first choice? Don't sell yourself short."

Immediately I look him in the blue eyes, which look at me slightly veiled and I do not get enough air in the lungs.

Does he mean his words ambiguously now? Or is my brain just way too horny for him that I take in everything he says sexually?

I pray that I look somewhat graceful as I pull myself up onto the fence and sit next to him. All the while, there's a strange tension between us that I can't gauge.

But because I somehow don't expect a man like Rick to be interested in a woman like me, I try to focus on the conversation and not on the topics my mind would like to deal with.

So, I ignore the fact of how rough and excited my voice sounds when I say, "You've got quite a few here to choose from."

Now he's the one who turns around and rests his muscular forearms on the fence, pressing his arm against my thigh and partly against my butt.

He's bent over so far that I'm now the one looking down at him, staring in fascination at the curls on the back of his neck.

When he notices, he ignores it and instead mumbles, "You know, I actually didn't really consider this with you because I thought you weren't interested in me at all. But really, you're all I've ever thought about."

Confused, I frown and shake my head vigorously, "Of course I'm interested."

I skillfully block out his last sentence, which I'm sure he didn't mean the way my traitorous brain wants me to think, and sigh softly, "I meant exactly what I said, and if you want you can come by my cell tonight."

His eyes flash before he nods slowly and sits up, "I have to go out with Daryl again later and then I'll come see you."

The fact that he really wants to talk to me that fast makes me blink several times and then I slide off the fence.

Silently we look at each other before I clear my throat, "I'll see you later then."

***

Several hours later, I sit jittery on my bed, wincing at every sound in anticipation of Rick coming to my cell.

He did say he would come, but maybe he changed his mind?

Frustrated that I'm so upset just because he wants to talk to me, I drop backwards onto my bed.

The cool fabric from the bedding is comfortable on my heated skin, exposed to the warm air through my short shorts.

Sighing, I close my eyes and decide to wait a little longer for Rick.

Unfortunately, he takes so long that I fall asleep in my cell on the bed.

Normally I'm not a person who has the most interesting dreams, but in my doze, I imagine that Rick has come into my cell after all, and his warm, heavy body is pressed against my small one.

I dream that he first hesitantly places his lips on my neck, and as I softly sigh his name, he gently licks over my racing pulse.

I have never felt like I do in this dream and I lift my hands to place them in his dark curls.

But when I actually get a few strands between my fingers and hear him moaning softly, I'm wide awake.

I didn't dream it.

It's merciless reality.

Instead of pulling my hands out of his hair, I lie there paralyzed, unable to believe that Rick is actually lying between my legs right now, trying to give me a hickey on my collarbone.

Unwillingly, a whimper slips across my lips before I gasp, "Rick?"

Somehow, he seems to take the whole situation the wrong way, and slowly I realize that he also took my offer to talk quite differently than I actually meant it.

My unhappy way of expressing myself must have turned him on and he whispers against my heated skin, "I'm sorry baby it took me so long. I couldn't decide if I should come or not...Fuck you're such a good girl for doing this to me. You have no idea how much this means to me.'

Weakly my head falls onto the pillow behind me and I know I should stop him because it's just not right, but it feels so right.

God, I can even feel how much I'm turning him on as he moves a little between my legs and presses his hips against my embarrassingly dripping wet middle.

My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as he slides a hand under my shirt and his callused hand touches my soft belly.

My fingers grip tighter into his curls, eliciting another low moan from him and that sound is exactly what brings me back to reality and I squint my eyes because I can't believe myself saying, "What are you doing, Rick?"

Fluttering, I open my eyes and still don't stop him as he pushes down further and very gently kisses my thighs, his slightly longer beard, scraping across my sensitive skin.

Looking up at me cockily, he smiles slightly, "What do you think it looks like?"

His warm hands reach for my legs and he certainly pushes them further apart, I must be doing the stupidest thing in the world and sit up jerkily and mumble, "That I totally misspoke a few days ago and also earlier."

I see the exact moment when he realizes what I just said.

As if he had been burned, he lets go of me and sits up himself with a jerk.

His beautiful eyes are huge and he stammers, yes Rick Grimes stammers, "I'm so sorry...I thought...Fuck...I don't know what I was thinking...I should have asked you directly and not jumped all over you like some horny dick...Fuck, I'm sorry..."

He makes a move to get up from my bed, but I quickly grab his arm and immediately he looks at my small hand clutching his arm.

I take a deep breath, "You didn't understand me the way I meant it at the beginning, but I might as well repeat it: I didn't think I was your first choice...that's why-"

He quickly undercuts me and clenches his hand into a fist, "You don't have to say anything. I completely misread the situation and I'm sorry for pushing you like that. When you said that out by the fence, I kind of thought you meant that you didn't think I'd take you up on that..." Embarrassed, it points to the big bulge showing in his pants and then continues, "…way and the truth is I was ashamed of wanting a woman who could be my daughter and yet I couldn't help thinking about you all the time."

I bite my lower lip and look down at his crotch, "Now may I please make excuses?"

Still clutching his arm, he mumbles a 'sure' as I whisper hoarsely, "I didn't think I'd have been your first choice to talk to and that's why I didn't even hope to be your first choice to make out with, let alone move on."

His arm, which had been totally tense the whole time, goes limp and he gasps in disbelief, "What?"

I gather all my courage and scramble toward him. His arms hang next to his body and I push myself onto his lap.

He does not resist, but also does nothing to touch me in turn. The moment I push myself onto his hard cock, he bites down hard on his lower lip to show no other emotion and I rest my forearms on his broad shoulders.

I'm not the most experienced at this, but as I slowly grind myself against him, I'm sure he likes it.

I lean forward teasingly and I notice him trembling as I breathe a shy kiss behind his ear and whisper softly, "I want you to touch me. I want you to finish what you started earlier. You can't even imagine how wet I am for you already."

I can guess he's still totally confused by the about-face, so I tilt my head and pause just short of his slightly parted lips, "I want you to fuck me. I want to be claimed by you." And then I press my lips hard against his.

For a second, he doesn't respond, but then he's a changed man. He's like he was when he was between my legs.

Although I have been the one to initiate the kiss, he is the one to take it over.

I don't even get to react in any way as he pushes me backwards again to force me onto my back and I groan louder than I intended as the jerky movement pushes his cock into just the right place and he tries to speak in a controlled manner but all that slips out is a gasp, "You like that?"

Unable to form even one word other than his name, I nod and he thrusts his cock against me again.

But when I start to moan again, he quickly presses his hand over my mouth and muffles my sound, then strains to whisper, "You have to be quiet, or do you want everyone to hear how I can make you moan?"

The question is only rhetorical and I already realize that, but the way he's talking to me and the thought of how everyone on the block can hear Rick fucking me turns me on beyond belief and I unintentionally arch up to meet him and gasp into his hand.

Suddenly he pauses and I look at him languidly from under my lashes as he tries to suppress a grin and asks curiously, "It really turns you on that the others can hear us, doesn't it?"

When I say nothing, he presses back against me and purrs, "I can make your fantasy come true. You just have to tell me."

This is the moment my head completely fails me and I whimper against his hand, "Yes, please, Rick."

Still not taking his hand from my mouth, he whispers, "Speak it out, Baby."

Only now does he let me speak freely and I place my hands on the back of his neck as I gasp, "I want you to fuck me so everyone can hear how good you're doing me."

He slips out a simple 'fuck' before reconnecting his lips with mine in.

Without beating around the bush, he slides his hand under my shirt and just pulls the cup down from my bra to touch my breast with his big hand.

It's all happening so fast, like he can't wait to sink himself into me and I certainly have no problem with it.

Gently he pulls on my nipple and I cry out softly.

Having Rick on top of me feels so good.

So right and I pull maybe too hard on his curls as he gently bites my neck, but he doesn't seem to mind.

On the contrary, it only turns him on more and he gives a muffled moan against my neck, "Have you ever slept with a man?"

Because I'm so young, I guess the question is more than justified, but I did sleep with my best friend once in high school, so I nod, "Yeah, once."

Slowly, he leans on my elbow and looks down at me: "Then I'll show you how to do it right. Turn over onto your stomach and your butt up."

With a lump in my throat, I do as he asks and with his help, lift my butt up so that I'm practically presenting myself to him.

My voice breaks a little as I mumble, "Do you want me to lean on my hands?"

I don't even wait for his answer and go to straighten up a bit, but his hand settles heavily between my shoulder blades and pushes me down on the bed with my chest.

Softly, he growls, "No, stay down."

My breath escapes my lungs completely as he reaches around me and pulls my jeans off my hips.

Suddenly, I'm embarrassingly aware of the underwear I put on this morning.

Maggie has a habit of always bringing me some cute panties when she's on a run and today I opted for a pair that are baby blue with a little teddy keying on my butt.

It's quiet for a second and I just know Rick is looking at my ass and sees the teddy.

How was I supposed to know I was going to get fucked and really I shouldn't be so uncomfortable because it's just underwear, but I suddenly don't feel grown up enough to sleep with a man like Rick and regret not putting on plain black underwear.

That's when Rick puts a big hand on my butt and squeezes lightly, "Fuck, that's cute."

Surprised, I flinch and whisper, "I...it's..."

But he interrupts me by gently tugging on the band of my panties and harshly saying, "You're just perfect."

Sighing, I lean into his touch and slowly realize that all these little things are what he likes about me.

The hair pulling or my girly underwear. They're all things that he likes and that I do out of reflex and habit.

My breath catches as he grabs the waistband on both sides and slowly slides it over my upturned bottom.

Slowly he exposes my most intimate part and I just wiggle back and forth to encourage him to pull my panties to my knees faster, which elicits a hoarse laugh from him, "So impatient?"

I just whimper a soft 'please' and almost lose control of my knees when I feel his breath on my ass.

I quickly try to look over my shoulder at him, but it's too dim in the cell and I just can't shift that far, so I settle for the feel of the mattress moving as he slides a little lower and gently kisses my thighs.

Impatiently, I push myself towards him and moan loudly as his tongue slides up and he kisses me gently on my little bundle of nerves between my legs. I never knew it could feel so good to be in bed with a man.

Rick's tongue slowly slides over my middle and I moan into the pillow in front of me.

I stop thinking about what I'm doing and try to push my knees further apart to give him more access, but the stupid pants won't allow it and I cry miserably, "Rick, undress me."

I feel his breath on me as he laughs softly and then murmurs sensually, "It's actually quite nice like this."

And before I can react his tongue slides inside me and I would have lost my footing if he hadn't held me by my thighs.

My former boyfriend has had his face between my legs a few times, but he couldn't begin to do what Rick is doing to me right now.

I can barely stand the fact that my stupid pants are stuck to my knees and I can't give him any more access. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to mind and I just press myself harder against him.

My whole body is trembling with desire and I can hardly think of anything else but wanting his hard cock inside me more than anything else.

I totally don't care who hears me as I moan loudly, "I want you to fuck me."

I get a low growl in response and then he lets go of me to spin me around with his strong arms. As our eyes meet, he murmurs, "By your command."

Gently he helps me out of my rolled-up pants and I stare at him as he stands up and completely undresses in front of me.

We're both aware that I'm staring unabashedly at him, but I just can't take my eyes off his torso and especially off his cock, which is hard and big and waiting for me.

Rick opens his mouth to say something, but I'm far too fascinated reaching for his cock, which is so close to my hand I and he visibly flinches, gasping softly, "Oh fuck."

Still in bed, I move my hand gently up and down and he braces himself against the top bunk bed, cursing, so that his knuckles stand out white.

Rick is warm and heavy in my hand and reflexively I open my legs to where his eyes immediately move and he closes his eyes moaning, "I don't know how I've lasted this long not fucking you. God, I don't even know how I lasted just looking at you, even though I immediately got a boner."

A soft whimper escapes me at his words and apparently that makes it too much for him and he grabs my wrist to pull my hand away from him and push himself a little awkwardly between my legs.

Somehow, it's funny that I still have my top on and he makes no move to take it off.

But the moment I want to ask him if I can take my shirt off, Rick grabs the hem and wordlessly I help him first pull the shirt over my head and then drop my bra to the floor of the cell.

Immediately, he lowers his mouth to my breasts and without any digression I reach hard into his dark curls and press him even closer to me.

Groaning, he allows it and gently rubs against my thigh.

I can't hold back anymore and gasp, "Please stop with the foreplay. Just take me."

His voice is muffled against my chest as he moans, "Fuck." And I feel his cock twitch because of my words.

He lifts his head just a few inches and I'm already pulling him up to me, kissing him hungrily on the mouth as he positions himself between my legs and gasps against my lips, "Ready?"

Softly I murmur a 'yes' against his lips and that's all it takes for him to enter me in one fluid motion.

It's been a long time since I've had sex and accordingly it feels unusual to be filled by him in this way.

It seems to totally fuck him up too and his whole body quivers as I move under him, eliciting a growl from him, "Fuck, you're so incredibly tight."

My chest tightens to bursting point and I claw my way into his shoulder blades as his chest slowly lowers onto mine until there isn't a sheet of paper that fits between us and I feel his weight comfortably on top of me.

His lips travel down my jaw to my neck and I whimper, "You can...God please do something."

He doesn't need to be asked twice about that and slides out of me enough that I don't think I have him inside me anymore before he gently pushes his hips forward again.

He's barely done anything and yet my center is already pulsing around him and he tenses above me and thrusts, "Wait." Out.

I try to let myself fall and gasp weakly, "I can't last much longer."

I'm still totally wet and horny from his tongue that was previously in my pussy and to feel him now warm and heavy up in my belly is too much for me.

I really try and bite his shoulder hard as he keeps pushing into me and whispers, "That's good. Hold it back nice and easy, Sweetie."

Except, unfortunately, his intent is completely the opposite and I can't even give him a heads up before my insides tighten up and I'm pulsing around his cock and he just keeps fucking me.

I slip out a drawn groan, "I'm sorry." and look into his face contorted with arousal so close to me that I can see the bright spots in his blue eyes.

Hectically, he shakes his head and growls, "You're so perfect, like you wanted me that way, you came right away. That's how I like you."

I roll my eyes and wrap my legs around his waist so he can take me deeper and sure enough, that only seems to please him more and his thrusts become more erratic and messier.

Gently, I run my hand over his collarbone and murmur, "I've always wanted you, Rick."

Unexpectedly, he flinches and I too am surprised that my words have actually made him come.

His chest rises and falls way too fast and I carefully slide closer to the wall so he can roll next to me, even though the bed is actually way too narrow for two people.

My eyes are closed, but I can feel his gaze on me. I notice him staring at me and I clear my throat quietly before looking at him again, "Was that..." Briefly, I bite my lower lip and then whisper, "a one-time thing for you?"

His blue eyes are fixed piercingly on me and his hand absently plays with one of my nipples as he whispers, "No, it wasn't, unless you want it to be a one-time thing."

Of course, I want more from Rick and place my hand, on his beard covered cheek before murmuring, "I want more from you too, Rick. A lot more."

And in his eyes, I see the life again that he lost so long ago, as he leans in and kisses me softly on my swollen lips.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader (HE CHEATS)

You two have been arguing a lot lately. Not understanding why but you both did. Everything you both did just seemed to annoy each other. And your arguments got so bad that Rick had to sit you both down and tell you, you can't be arguing late at night anymore. It kept the main group and everyone else in the prison awake. Worst of all it kept Judith awake.

So you both decided you needed some space. He slept in one cell and you slept in another. It had been days since you two decided to have some space and neither of you had spoken to each other. You both felt shitty, missing each other but too stubborn to apologize or say anything to each other. You were currently getting the crops with Hershel, he kept on looking at you with worry, seeing your frustrated and sad face. He decided to break the ice.

"Y/N? Can I ask you something?" You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at him. "Yeah Hershel what's up?" You ask. "What's going on with you and Daryl?" He asks. You stare at him for a moment before looking back down at the crops. "I... I don't know. I just love him so damn much y'know? But being cooped up together is driving us mad. I'm worried I'm losing him." You say while bending down to grab more crops. "Maybe tell him how you feel. Sit him down and work it out. Even though you love each other you don't have to be together twenty four seven, just have time to be together and times where you're not." You chuckle. "Like a normal couple?" You ask. "I guess." He chuckles too. "That... That doesn't sound half bad Hershel. Thank you." You turned to him and smiled, he gave you one back.

But meanwhile as you were fawning over this the last couple of days in your head Daryl had been putting his frustrations out on... Something else. More like somebody else. For months Karen had been trying to get him into bed, but he refused. But on the first night you two had some space he sneaked into Karen's cell and had sex with her. Over the past few days that's all he had been doing was sex with her.

He was so sure you two were done... He had never seen you like this. You were usually so kind and sweet to him and now you were just screaming at him and calling him names. He thought you had finally grown tired of him just like everybody else and was just sticking around to not hurt him. And that same night he was walking over to Karen's cell when he heard someone call his name. He turned his head and saw you jogging towards him. "Hey.. Can we talk?" You ask. He looked down the hall before looking back at you, nodding. He followed you back to your cell and you ordered him to sit down. He stared at the ground as you both sat in silence. You were standing in front of him... Thinking of the first thing to say. His breath hitched, waiting to hear the 'we're over' words come out of your mouth.. But instead...

"I'm sorry." He froze. He looked up at you and saw how upset and sincere you were. "I'm sorry for everything I... I've just been frustrated because we've been cooped up in the place for.. Forever." You shook your head, staring at the ground in shame with tears in your eyes, one slipping from your eye. "I don't want to lose you Daryl.. I want to work things out... If you want to of course.." You whispered the last part. That's when the tears started to pour down his face. You didn't look up until you heard his breath hitch. "Daryl..?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly and crying into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so so sorry..." He cried. You hugged him back tightly. "It's okay Daryl.. You're not at fault." He shook his head and continued apologizing. He apologized so much that it made you worry. You pulled away and looked at his teary eyes. "Daryl... What's going on?" You ask. He stared down in shame, taking in the possible last time he'd ever hold you like this again.

"I.. I've been sleeping with Karen." Your face fell. You stood up from him and he whispered a 'no' and wanted to hold you back but he knew he couldn't. "You... You did what?" You stumbled on your words. "Y/N I am so.. So sorry." You looked around in a panic, looking for answers, desperate for answers. "W-Why?" Was all you could mutter out. "I thought you were going to leave me. I was sure of it. I wanted to put my frustrations out on somebody else." He sniffled. "I love you-" "Don't touch me!" You smacked his hand away as he tried to touch you. "I love you." He muttered out again. "You just don't love me enough to not sleep with someone else when things get tough." You say while clutching your chest. "No.. No that's not true." He shook his head. "Why... Why would you do this to me?" You ask, your voice breaking as you broke into a sob.

His heart shattered seeing and hearing how broken you were. "Did you do this just to hurt me?" He stood up. "No... No god no. I thought that maybe if I distracted myself with something else before we broke up that it wouldn't hurt as bad." He explained. You chuckled through your sob. "Even if we did break up the pain I'm feeling now wouldn't even be a comparison." You sobbed. "Is that where you were going when I came and found you?" You asked. He didn't answer, he just stared at the floor with a heartbroken expression.

You let out a broken and exhausted deep breath. "Oh god..." You cradled your face in disbelief. "Y/N please..." He tried to hold you but you just shoved him away. "NO! Don't!" You yelled. "I can't even..." You started to hyperventilate. "I can't even look at you." You whispered while turning away and leaving the cell. Daryl just stood there and sobbed, hearing your footsteps echo down the cell block. He sat down on your previous shared bed and cried into his hands.

What had he done?

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