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topazy · 21 days ago

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Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 6.07

You silently prayed, holding onto the silver cross Carl gave you while Maggie slept in the bed in the RV. She was in so much pain, and eventually exhaustion had taken over her. The thought of losing her terrified you.

Rick crouches down beside you and gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you remember the night at the prison when the gate fell down and the walkers got through; it was at the same time everyone was sick with the flu?”

You wipe at your eyes, which now feel sticky with tears. “Yeah?”

“Me, you, and Carl stopped the horde from getting to the people we love.”

“I don’t understand,” you admit.

“You needed to be brave that night, just as you have so many other times. When you shot Ron... Maggie needs you to be brave now.”

“I’m scared I’m going to lose her.”

“I know, but the doctor in Hilltop will take good care of her.” Rick lowers his voice. “It’s not just your sister that needs you; Carl does as well. He’s trying to be strong, but everything that’s happened since we arrived in Alexandria... I know he’s struggling.”

You turn your head and nod, “Okay.”

Rick kisses your forehead and goes to join Sasha, Abraham, Eugene, Aaron, and Carl at the front of the RV, but just as he does, the campervan comes to a sudden halt.

“What’s going on?”

“Enemy close,” Abraham says calmly.

You stand up to look out of the front window to see a group of men with guns standing around a man who is laying on the road who looks as if he’s had a bad beating.

Rick goes to open the door, but pauses and hands you a gun first. “YN, stay here with Maggie. The rest of you are with me.”

You crouch down, trying to keep out of view while watching. It’s hard for you to hear everything that’s being said, but Rick and the other man in charge have a standoff, but surprisingly no bullets are fired.

—

Carl tilts the blinds to look out of the window, watching as Walker stumbles through the field next to the road. He closes the blinds and looks at Aaron, “Why didn’t you stay back and defend the place?”

You were sitting further up the RV at a small table with Eugene trying to help him look for another route to Hilltop from your current position, but you still had a view of the bed your sister was in, including those sitting next to her.

“I owe her,” Aaron answers, looking at Maggie. “Why did you come?”

“I owe them, plus I need to keep Y/N safe.”

You start to grow nervous when Eugene stops mumbling to himself; you’re afraid there is no other route, and the only other options are to return home and hope for the best, or fight with the men from the saviors and hope for the best. But Eugene finally breaks his silence. “I think I’ve got something.”

—

“Do you think you could do it?” Abraham asks as he drives the RV along the new route. It was only the two of you sitting up the front, so you weren’t sure where the conversation was coming from since you’d been sitting in silence.

“Do what?”

“Do what Maggie and Glenn did with Carl?”

You laugh at his words, “I’m too young to think about marriage and babies.”

“I may have agreed with you at one point, but now in this new world?” He sees the expression on your face and chuckles to himself, “I’m not saying you get Gabriel to perform a ceremony the moment we go home, but if what you have is special, then never let it go. No matter how old you are.”

You knew Abraham was just trying to distract you from being upset, but you did appreciate it. “The last thing anybody needs is a drunk behind the wheel.”

“You always had a smart mouth on ya, I was starting to miss hearing your shit talk.”

Growing up the way you did, your mother and father always drilled it into you to be polite, respectful, and never swear, and even during the apocalypse, you were afraid something bad would happen if you did. “My daddy would have said you were a bad influence.”

“That’s funny because Glenn said the exact same thing to me last week.” He clears his throat. “Tell you what? Once this is all done and dusted, I’ll teach you how to drive properly so the next time I’m drunk driving, you can take over.”

“Deal.”

A few more moments of silence pass until Abraham turns the corner and you see another group of men with guns blocking the road, “bitch nuts. Y/N, don’t get too close to the window.”

Everyone gathers to stare at the men; you gulp down. If they decided to attack now, it wouldn’t take long for all of you to be dead. Unless Abraham managed to speed away, then our group would easily be overpowered.

“Do we make a stand?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah,” Carl looks at his dad. “We end it.”

“No, we can’t. This is a trap; the moment we step out of the RV, we are dead.”

“With one of us behind a wheel that’s five on sixteen,” Rick adds. “We’re gonna play it our way, how we want.”

Abraham slowly backs the RV up, and when he doesn't, one of the men starts firing into the sky, causing you to flinch, feeling as scared as you did when the men ambushed you, Daryl, Rosita, and Denise.

You start to feel yourself panic, but a hand reaches out and holds onto your wrist. Carl keeps hold of you until you’re far enough away that the gunshots start to fade into the distance.

—

“Wait, dad, something's not right.”

The saviors were now toying with your group and had set traps up blocking the different roads. They had a row of walkers chained together blocking the road, but it wasn’t until now that you noticed what Carl was so freaked out about.

“Oh my god, that’s Daryl’s.”

One of the walkers had a piece of Michonne attached to the side of its head; the others had clothing that belonged to other members of your group.

Rick goes to stab one of the walkers in the head, but men appear on either side of the road and begin firing at you.

“Everyone into the RV now!”

Carl and Sasha cover Rick while he breaks the blockade of walkers by cutting off their arms, making space for Abraham to drive through. Once you make it back onto the RV, you immediately go to Maggie’s side and notice how much worse she looks.

—

You place your hand on Maggie’s forehead. “She’s burning up.”

“She’s going to make it,” Carl says, trying to reassure you.

“The Saviors are messing with us for fun. They’ve made sure we know they have our people; they aren’t afraid of walkers, but yet they aren’t killing us.” Each time Abraham drove so far up another road, there would be another blockage preventing you from going any further. They even hung a man and set fire to one of the blockades in front of you. “These people aren’t scared of anything.”

Seeing Maggie start to stir, you take hold of her hand. “Hey, it’s fine. It’s going to be okay.”

“I heard gunshots.”

“It was the Saviors, but it’s fine now.”

—

The odds were staking up against you, but Eugene came through with a plan. The saviors were waiting to see the RV appearing on the road, so if you waited until nightfall, you would have a better chance of traveling on foot without being seen while he still drives the RV to make them think your group was still on the road.

“Maggie, we are going to get you to the doctor soon,” you smile. “You and baby will be okay.”

Her skin was pale and sweaty, and you didn’t actually believe what you were saying. You had a feeling something terrible was about to happen.

After making a stretcher out of what you could find in the RV, all of you aside from Eugene start to go through the woods. Maggie, being her stubborn self, insisted she walk to Hilltop, but it wasn’t going to happen. You and Carl take out the walkers that get too close while the remaining four people take a corner of the stretcher.

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been walking for when you notice something shining on the ground. “Wait up,” you whisper, bending down to inspect the familiar jewelry. You pick it up but then quickly toss it, feeling the wetness on it. “Rick, Rick.”

He looks over at you with a panicked look in his eyes. “What is it?”

“We need to go back.” You hold up your hand so he can see the blood on it. “Rosita’s earrings; she was wearing them when she left Alexandria—”

Before you can say anything else, you are cut off by multiple people whistling. This whole thing was a trap, even the way the jewelry was laid out was so easy to find. The Saviors just wanted to torment as many people as they could.

“Go! Go!”

You take off running through the woods until a bright light blinds you, and you’re suddenly surrounded by saviors and different vehicles, making it impossible to run away from them. All of them were whistling.

Holding your gun, you stand with your back to Maggie, prepared to shoot anyone who tries to hurt her.

The man called Simon, who Rick spoke with earlier, appears and points his gun at Carl, ordering all of you to hand over your weapons. This was the first time you’d ever seen Rick look terrified, and that’s how you knew you were screwed.

—

“Y/N,” Carl’s face turns pale as he notices the blood soaking through your shirt.

“I know.”

Between running and being forced down onto your knees by the saviors, the stitches from your stab wound had pulled, and your wound was now bleeding.

“Hey, hey,” Abraham gets your attention. “Show them no goddamn fear.”

You wanted to be brave like them, but you weren’t. You felt completely helpless while you watched them force Maggie onto her knees.

A van door is opened, and Michonne, Rosita, Glenn, and Daryl are dragged from it, then forced onto the ground beside the rest of you. Simon gleefully knocks on the RV door, “Alright, let’s meet the man.”

Through teary eyes, you meet Carl’s gaze. The two of you were on opposite ends of the line-up. You were now kneeling on the ground between Glenn and Rosita.

The door opens, and a dark-haired man with a wide grin walks out, “Pissing our pants yet?”

Satan in a Sunday hat.

“Boy, so I gave a feeling we’re getting close.” The man walks back and forth along the line, sizing everyone up while holding a wooden basketball bat that had barbed wire wrapped around it. “It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one you pricks is the leader?”

“It’s this one,” Simon points to Rick. “He’s the guy.”

The man sighs, “Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.”

You silently start to pray again, taking hold of the small silver cross between your fingers.

“You see, stick to whatever you do; no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this: And it’s really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. Are you ready? Here goes, pay attention.” He points his bat in Rick's face, “Give me your shit, or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit; you give it to me. That’s your job.”

While Negan continues to taunt your group, your eyes move along every single person who you know is considered family. Everyone was crying and shaking aside from Abraham and Carl.

Negan keeps repeating that he wants half your group's supplies, but that wouldn’t be enough.

“So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us, and we will knock it down. Understand?” Negan mockingly puts his hand up to his ear, “What, no answer?”

Negan reminds you of the governor.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you?” Negan shakes his head. “I don’t wanna kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me.”

Just like the governor wanted you all the love together at one point.

“You can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can you? I’m not growing a garden, but you killed my people—a whole damn lot of them. More than I’m comfortable with. And for that—for that you’re going to pay.”

An eye for an eye.

“So now, I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.”

The crazy bastard introduces his baseball bat as Lucille, Negan is crazy. He stands in front of Abraham and seems amused when Abraham holds his gaze and rises up on his knees. Chucking Negan moves down the line and points at Carl, “You had one of our guns.”

Carl says nothing.

Negan crouches in front of him. “You got a lot of our guns. Shit, kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.”

He starts to walk back up the line and stops in front of Maggie. “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery.”

The second Negan lifts the bat up, both you and Glenn yell for him to stop. Glenn tries to reach Maggie but is pinned down to the ground by a savior.

“Nope. Nope, get him back in line,” Negan says, sounding like an unimpressed parent. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First ones free; it’s an emotional moment; I get it.”

You press your palm against your side in a poor attempt to stop it hurting so much, which Negan notices. He laughs, “Jesus Rick, you could have at least made it harder for me. Half your camp looks as if it’s dying off already.”

You want to cry but don’t allow yourself to, not anymore. Giving Negan the satisfaction would be more painful than the wound itself. He points to your side with his bad, “What the hell happened to you?”

“One of your men stabbed me.”

“One of my men stabbed you? A kid?” He kneels down with a smirk on his face. “So you know I have men that can and will fight for me. What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you have men who take the easy option and stab a little girl rather than actually putting up a real fight.”

His smile disappears. Negan just stares at you for a few moments until he suddenly stands and looks back over at Carl, who was glaring at him. “I’ve been trying to put two and two together, but I think I now get it; this is your little girlfriend.” He turns back to look at Rick, “And this must be your kid; you have a similar evil eye.”

“That’s enough!”

“Do not make me kill the little future serial killer; don’t make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody, and everybody is at the table waiting for their order.”

Negan starts whistling while trying to decide who to kill.

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ichorai · 2 years ago

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sorry ; daryl dixon.

track three of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; daryl dixon x doctor!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; you were on your knees, and daryl was too. he wouldn’t look at you—he couldn’t—terrified that negan would bring that bat down on your head if he noticed.

words ; 7.9k

themes ; heavy angst, mild action, doctor au

warnings / includes ; death and violence, negan at his worst, vulgar language, guns/weapons, descriptions of injury/blood, mentions of maggie's pregnancy, negan goes on long ass monologues, poor rick is going Through it, the walking dead s6-7 spoilers (fic starts right at the season six finale), mild sexual dialogue from negan

main masterlist.

Maggie hummed with discontent when you pressed a cold, damp cloth to her forehead. There was a pallid color to her skin, and her temperature was beginning to rise, despite her violent shivers beneath the blanket. The inconsistent, rocking motions of the RV weren’t doing her any favors, either.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you to Hilltop real soon,” you said, feeling mildly guilty that you couldn’t help her more, despite being a doctor yourself. Alexandria was completely out of medical supplies and this was urgent—if Maggie didn’t get help soon… you’d never be able to forgive yourself if something bad were to happen to her or the baby. “Hang on for me, okay?”

The brunette slanted her lips in a tired smile, eyelids heavy.

Rick knelt down beside you, speaking in a low, comforting tone. “We’re gonna get there. Once we get the medicine from Hilltop, Y/N will fix you right up.”

A small sigh fell from her pale, trembling lips. A thin film of tears warbled over her eyes. She was terrified.

“Oh, Maggie,” you murmured, gently pulling away the short strands of hair sticking to her face.

“How do you know?” muttered your friend, gaze trained on the ex-cop.

“Everything we’ve done… we've done it together. We got here together and we’re still here. Things have happened, but it’s always worked out for us, ‘cause it’s always been all of us. That’s how I know. As long as it’s all of us helpin’ you, we can do it.”

A hot tear meandered down Maggie’s cheek. You nodded gratefully at Rick—he’d always had a way with words that you’d never really gotten a grasp of.

The next hour passed by slowly. You switched between cooling her head, and helping her drink some water, sometimes just holding her hand and telling her that everything was going to be fine. To take her mind off the pain, she’d asked you to tell her about how you and Daryl met, all those years ago long before the dead began to walk.

“I’m glad Daryl’s not here right now, because he always tells the story differently than I do. Well, how I remember it, he and his dick brother used to come to a small convenience store near their trailer park. That’s where I worked. I was around… nineteen at the time? Almost twenty. I was just working a couple jobs on the side to pay off my growing student debt. Daryl was twenty-three, almost twenty-four. Merle tried to cozy up to me—and I didn’t have any of that. I told him to fuck right off. And later that night, just as I was to close up, Daryl came by and apologized on his brother’s behalf. He was real sweet, so I—”

“What the bitch?” barked Abraham from the driver’s seat, effectively cutting your story short and rolling the RV to a grueling halt.

“What?” asked Rick, standing up to look out the window. You followed suit, eyes widening upon the sight.

More than half a dozen Saviors blocking the road with three of their cars—and all of them holding large guns. A lump formed in your throat, and you cast your worried gaze to Rick.

“We goin’ through?” asked Abraham, jaw set.

Rick gnashed his jaw together in thought. “No,” he said. “We’ll talk to them. C’mon. Y/N, you stay here, watch over Maggie.”

Teeth worrying into your bottom lip, you nodded, stepping to the side to let the rest of them file out of the RV, their own loaded guns at the ready.

From inside, you couldn’t hear what the Saviors were saying, but from the smug expression of the one in the center with a hideous pornstache, you knew it couldn’t be anything pleasant for your group.

Three minutes later, they came back in, all looking a bit disgruntled. Rick, most of all.

“What’s going on?” you asked Carl, placing a hand on his forearm.

The young man that you were so fond of grimaced, shaking his head and lowering his voice to a whisper so that Maggie couldn’t overhear. “They won’t let us through. Want half our stuff.”

Your breath hitched. At this rate, you didn’t know how long Maggie could last without the proper care and medicine. And Alexandria was running low on supplies as it is—taking away half of everything would put the community in a pretty dire situation.

“Alright, thanks kid,” you told him, trying your absolute best not to cry from frustration, your nose burning with the effort.

The truck began to pull further away from the Saviors, until they were only but little dots against the horizon.

“Logrun Road’s a straight shot,” said Eugene, repeatedly tapping his finger against the map spread out across the RV’s pull-out table.

Next to you, Sasha shook her head. “We want visibility.”

You pursed your lips, craning your neck to scan the small, faded texts of the map. “Can we go down Shelton?”

Eugene hummed in agreement, drawling out in his thick Southern accent, “Golf course, country clubs, sloping terrain—no bum rush from the bogeymen. We’d see ‘em from a good piece. It is a longer trip by a third but we’d get the scenic safety of clear-cut dingles and glens.”

Both you and Sasha stared at him blankly.

“You’re being serious, right?” asked Sasha.

“As coronary thrombosis,” replied the man across from you, stony-faced. Besides, Eugene was never one to joke around.

Sasha rounded her gaze to you expectantly, waiting for you to explain in normal terms. “He’s serious,” you said. “It’s a longer route, but it’ll be well-sheltered and hopefully keep us hidden from the Saviors. I’ll try to keep Maggie steady until then.”

The two nodded at you, and you pushed away from the table, heading further back into the RV where Maggie and Rick were. She was pale and clammy, but still had enough energy to talk to you, so you took that as a good sign.

Not even ten minutes later, while you were taking measurements of her blood pressure and body temperature, the vehicle came to another rumbling halt.

“Bitch nuts,” cursed Abraham, loudly for both you and Rick to hear.

The Saviors were blocking the road. Again.

You could feel panic seize about your chest, constricting your lungs. The situation wasn’t looking good for Maggie, not one bit—but you couldn’t give up hope. Not now, when she needed you the most. You blew out a shaky breath, absentmindedly wishing Daryl was here with you to give you some comfort of mind.

“We making our stand?” asked Sasha, staring out of the window, where more than a dozen saviors were lined up.

Carl, ever the fiery one, spat out, “Yeah. We end this.”

The blue of his father’s eyes flashed dangerously. “No. Not now. It’s too dangerous for Maggie. They’ve been waiting—they’re ready. We ain’t. With one of us behind the wheel, and Y/N with Maggie, that’d be five on sixteen. We’re gonna play it our way. How we want it.”

Reluctant, Carl nodded.

Slowly, the RV started backing away. Three successive, warning gunshots were fired into the air. You could feel a sick, twisted rage curl up within your stomach.

If Maggie died on your watch—her blood would be on the hands of the Saviors.

You fumbled for another map pinned up on the cork board, eyes roaming over the roads, desperate for another available route. Could they possibly have you surrounded? No—the woods were vast, and the roads were winding—there were so many paths left to take to Hilltop. The Saviors simply wouldn’t have the numbers to stop you.

Wouldn’t they?

The RV came to another stop. This time, there were no Saviors blocking the road, but instead, a line of chained-up walkers. Not wanting to risk damaging the RV by driving through them, the rest of the group filed out to check if the coast was clear. You told Maggie you’d be right back, before hopping out of the RV, lingering by the doorway to narrow your gaze at the restrained walkers.

“That’s Michonne’s,” breathed out Carl, his single eye widening. A lock of her hair was stapled against the center walker’s forehead.

Horror, as black as tar itself, seeped into your chest when you glanced over to the next snarling form, just to see two of Daryl’s arrows embedded into its decaying stomach. Daryl always retrieved his arrows. Which meant… something had happened to him.

“That’s Daryl’s,” you said, loud enough for Rick to hear. “Oh, no, Rick… they did this on purpose. They knew we were coming this way—!”

Just as Rick was about to cleave his axe into the walker’s skull, ricocheting gunfire crackled into the ground, making the dried leaves flutter up with the sudden force, plumes of dust and smoke flying with each bullet.

“Get back to the RV! Go!” yelled Rick. You scrambled up the steps and ran to a concerned Maggie, trembling as you carefully hovered over her, in case any bullets pierced through the walls and accidentally hit her. Carl and Sasha began shooting blindly into the woods, having not a clue where all the shots were coming from. Rick surged forward and thrust his axe down onto one of the walker’s rotting arms, effectively leaving a gap open for the RV to drive through.

The rest of the group rushed inside, and Abraham practically threw himself into the driver’s seat to get the RV moving.

The shots died away after a few minutes. With shallow, inconsistent breaths, you slid off of Maggie, slumping down beside her. She croaked out a question, but it fell upon deaf ears, ringing with static and white noise. A warm tear fell from your burning eyes, and you quickly brushed it away with the back of your palm.

Something happened to Daryl. And it was killing you that you couldn’t help him. That you didn’t even know where he was.

You looked out the window through a watery film of tears, watching the yellow-green fields pass by in a blur. A quick glance at the lowering sun told you that the group was going to lose daylight soon enough, as well.

A strange, creaking noise was coming from below the RV.

“What’s that sound?” said Sasha, worried.

“Undercarriage could’ve caught a bullet,” replied Eugene. “Could be transmission. Could be nothing.”

Agitated, Rick growled out, “They were firing at our feet. They blocked the road, but they weren’t trying to stop us.”

“They want us in this direction,” you murmured, making his wild gaze swivel to you. You gestured to the map. “Rick, they know we’re coming. They know we wanna go North.”

“Meadows would take us East a piece,” said Eugene, “but we can get back on track on Mayhew.”

It would take too long, you thought. Maggie doesn’t have the strength to carry on anymore.

Shaking her head, Sasha said, “We’re down to a third of a tank—we could top off at the next stop, but it’s risky. We can’t have any refills after that.”

A low moan fell from Maggie’s pale lips as a wave of pain washed over her, moving in and out of a hazy unconsciousness. You were quick to check her temperature, blanching at the fact that she was nearly scalding to the touch. You quickly placed the damp cloth to her skin again, trying your best to keep her temperature down.

“Rick, she’s burning up,” you told him, voice thick with worry.

It was then that the RV came to another stop.

This time, there were more saviors—around three dozen, maybe even four.

“Go back,” said Rick, eyes wide and stress evidently painted across his strained features.

Abraham squared his jaw. “We have nowhere to go back to.”

With a shaky breath, you stroked Maggie’s head, your heart shattering into millions of pieces. “I’m sorry, Maggie,” you said, a sob bubbling in your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry—I wish I could do something, I’m sorry.”

Disoriented and not having heard a word of your apologetic babbling, Maggie croaked out, “Are we there yet?”

More tears slipped down your cheeks. Rick was by your side, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on Maggie’s arm. You stifled your sobs with your palm, and Rick replied in your stead.

“Yeah, Maggie. We’re—we’re getting there.”

The woman’s eyelids fluttered lethargically. “Were there… I heard shots.”

Rick’s expression softened. “Yeah, the Saviors—they’re gone now. We’re gonna get you there.”

A ghost of a smile tilted the corner of Maggie’s lips up. “I know.”

“You’ll be okay,” you told her, sniffling. “The baby’s going to be okay. This isn’t the end.”

“There’s more,” agreed Rick. “There’s gonna be more, I promise.”

A beat of silence.

“I believe in you, Rick,” she hoarsely said. Maggie’s gaze slowly moved from Rick to you. “In both of you.”

Maggie was asleep again. You made sure to give her plenty of water and what was left of the antibiotics you had saved—but that was the very last bit of supply you had. There was little else you could do for her other than getting her to Hilltop for the proper medicine and treatment she needed.

“So what’s the play?” asked Abraham. “They’ve cut us off every turn we made.”

“She needs medicine,” said Rick, desperation lacing each word. “She’ll die without it.”

“We only have two plausible routes North from here. They’ve cornered us,” Sasha whispered, gaze trained on the map.

Hopelessness laid uneasy on all of your shoulders.

“They’re probably waiting for us right now,” said Aaron.

Eugene gritted his teeth. “So, they’re ahead of us. Heck, probably even behind us. But they’re not waiting on us, per se—they’re waitin’ on this rust bucket. They don’t know the moment-to-moment occupancy of said rust bucket. And the sun sets soon.”

“We need to leave now if we want Maggie to make it to Hilltop,” you said, voice trembling with a myriad of guilt, anger, and frustration. “We carry Maggie, and we go on foot. Through the woods. They can’t block us there.”

Eugene took the RV in hopes of tricking the Saviors. Everybody else in the group set off into the woods, taking turns carrying Maggie on the makeshift stretcher, bundled under two layers of blankets. The sun had long set, and the whispering winds were cold this time of year.

“Just let me walk it,” she rasped, voice scratchy and throat dry.

“No,” you were quick to reply. “You’re in no condition to walk right now, Maggie. It’s only a few more miles. Just rest up a bit more, okay?”

Though she didn’t look happy, Maggie didn’t protest any further, letting her tired eyes slip shut once more.

After a couple more minutes, Aaron stepped in to carry one end of the stretcher for you, telling you that you also needed to rest your arms for a second. With a grateful nod, you reluctantly let go, falling into stride with Carl.

“Are you okay?” the young man asked, his hand brushing yours, his nonverbal way of saying that he was here for you if you needed him. “I’m sure Daryl and Michonne are fine. They’re fighters. Maggie’s going to be fine, too.”

You sent him a fond, but tired smile. “Yeah, I hope so, kiddo,” you told him, cuffing his shoulder affectionately. The thought of Daryl out there, probably worried sick for you as well, made your stomach twist into knots. “I really hope so.”

It was at that moment, a shrill whistle sounded out from the darkness of the forest. The group halted in their tracks. One by one, more whistles were added to the ear-splitting melody. It sounded like there were dozens, if not a hundred voices surrounding you.

“Go!” yelled Rick. “Go!”

The rest of you broke out in a sprint, and you grabbed Carl’s hand, winding around tree trunks and hopping over overgrown roots, ignoring the stinging scrapes of twisting branches against your face.

The whistling only continued, growing louder, louder, louder—

Until you came face to face with the source itself.

Car lights suddenly flashed open, momentarily blinding you. You drew Carl closer to you, instinctively protecting him, but it was no use. They had your group surrounded. Saviors, hundreds of them, gathered around you with leering expressions. All of them were clutching guns.

Raw fear curled around your lungs when you saw Eugene on his knees not too far from you, tears dripping down his face.

Rick looked destroyed. Devastated.

You were shaking so hard that your knees began to buckle beneath you.

Finally, the whistling began to dwindle away.

From the crowd, stepped out a familiar face—the man with a hideous pornstache that stopped the RV on the initial route.

“Good,” he called out. He swept his arms out in a faux inviting gesture. “You made it. Welcome to where you’re going—because you ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til we’re done with you. We’ll take your weapons.”

When he pointed a gun straight at Maggie, you immediately did as he said, pulling out the pistol wedged in your belt. There was a knife inside your boot, but you weren’t too keen on giving that up yet. You tossed your pistol on the ground just as Abraham threw down his rifle. The rest of the group followed suit.

Trembling, Rick spat out, “We can talk about this—”

“We’re done talking,” interrupted Pornstache. “Okay. Get her down, and let’s get you all on your knees. Lots to cover.”

“She can’t,” you snarled, stepping in front of Maggie protectively. “She’s sick, she can’t—”

“Oh, she’ll be far worse than just sick if you don’t get her on her knees,” the man easily rebutted, eyes roaming over your protective form.

Lips trembling, you turned around, and with Abraham on her other side, you helped Maggie limp off the stretcher and gently set her down on her knees. Your eyes glistened and warbled with unshed tears. Maggie could only shake her head, as if telling you that it wasn’t your fault.

Terrified, Rick glanced around at the rest of the group. He’d failed you. All of you.

“Gonna need you on your knees, sweetheart,” said Pornstache, slowly dragging the end of his gun up your cheek with a salacious grin.

With a withering glare, you sank down beside Maggie, Rick on your left side, breathing haggard and lips quaking. Sasha and Abraham followed suit. Carl was the last, fists clenched by his sides.

“Dwight!” whistled Pornstache. “Chop chop! Bring out the others!”

A blonde man with half of his face horribly marred by what looked to be a severe burn injury, stepped forward, yanking open the back of a truck.

And, to your horror, he dragged out your boyfriend, covered in blood—blood that you could only pray wasn’t his, even though you knew deep down that that was only wishful thinking. Following Daryl was Michonne, Rosita, and Glenn, equally distraught.

Daryl caught your eye for a brief second, pure terror within his irises. He looked over you to make sure that you were alright, and you did the same with him, a tear slipping down your cheek.

I love you, you mouthed to him. He dipped his head once in understanding, before forcing his gaze away, not wanting to give the Saviors anymore reason to torture either of you.

“Maggie…?” Glenn painfully rasped once he caught sight of his wife in such a state. He tried to make his way to her, but the Saviors grabbed his arms and forced him down, guns digging harshly into his back.

“Alright!” exclaimed Pornstache. “We got a full boat! Let’s meet the man, eh?”

He knocked twice on the door to the RV you were in not even an hour ago.

The door slowly swung open, squeaking on its hinges.

And out strode a tall man clad in a leather jacket, a bat covered in barbed wire hanging off his shoulder. He took his sweet time making his way towards the group, feet languidly dragging along the gravelly dirt, and a smirk accentuating his smug expression.

“Pissing our pants yet?” he drawled, voice tapering into a light chuckle as he stepped out into the light, smiling down at your group on your knees. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re gettin’ close. Mm, yeah—it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Now which one of you pricks is the leader?”

Pornstache pointed at Rick. “It’s this one here.”

The man with the bat grinned wider, before stepping right in front of Rick, who craned his neck to glare up at him. “Hi there. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killin’ my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people… you killed more of my people. Not cool, man. Not cool. You have… no fuckin’ idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly. Mmh, yeah. You are so gonna regret crossin’ me in a few minutes. Yes, you are.” A dangerous, wolfish grin flashed across Negan’s face. “You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what—you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you may very well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes—pay attention.”

He lowered his bat off his shoulder and slotted the barbed end right below Rick’s chin. You held in your breath, your entire body wracking with tremors. Though you knew you needed to stop, you couldn’t help but chance glances at Daryl every so often, your concern for him rapidly growing. Some of that was his blood, it had to be—his eyes were sunken with exhaust and his chest, the very chest you would fall asleep on every night, was rising and falling unevenly, making you believe he was hurt, but you just couldn’t see what was hurting him.

“Give me your shit… or I will kill you. See? Simple as that.” Negan pulled the bat away from Rick, and began walking around the group as he spoke. “Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it, you most certainly will! You ruled the roost. You built something, Rick. You thought you were safe, I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged—more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit. If that’s too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it’ll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door… you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us? And we will knock it down. You understand?”

Rick swallowed heavily. Narrowing his keen eyes, Negan cupped his ear and leaned down closer to the kneeling man.

“What? No answer? You don’t really think that you were going to get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don’t want to kill you people. I just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me—and you can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can you? I’m not growin’ a garden. But you killed my people—a whole damn lot of ‘em! More than I’m comfortable with, honestly. And for that… for that you’re gonna pay.”

Your hands curled into fists on your knees. You knew what was coming. And you’d be damned if you were going to let it happen.

“So, now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.” Negan inhaled sharply, as if he enjoyed prolonging the torture. He bent down once more, showing off the barbed bat. “This right here—this is Lucille. And she is awesome. All this… all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor!”

Negan stopped in front of Abraham, who straightened and glared defiantly at the smirking man. In thought, Negan subconsciously rubbed his bearded jaw with one hand at the sight of Abraham’s own mustache. “Huh. I gotta shave this shit.”

On he strolled, before halting in front of Carl. “You had one of our guns. Hm. You got a lot of our guns.” Carl only scowled at the man. “Shit, kid. Lighten up. At least cry a little.”

Chuckling, Negan moved on.

You could feel one of your eyes twitch when you saw his shoes stop right in front of you. His bat was beneath your chin in an instant, forcing you to look up. The sharp metal on the bat painfully scratched against your jaw, and fresh tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“My, my, you’re a pretty thing, aren’t you? What’s your name, darlin’?”

Hatred simmered within your chest, but you forced your expression to remain indifferent.

You quietly told him your name, wincing when his bat dug deeper into your neck and he ordered you to say it louder. You repeated yourself, voice cracking. A single tear meandered down your cheek and slid down your chin, dripping onto Lucille.

Negan hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “Now that’s what I want to see, folks! A little emotion around here—Y/N’s got the gist of it!”

“Kill me,” you gritted out, making the rest of the group’s eyes widen. You could feel Rick’s stare burning holes straight through you, but you refused to meet his gaze, staring straight up at Negan. “You can kill me. Just don’t hurt them. Let them go. Maggie, on my right, she’s real sick and she needs medicine—if she doesn’t get the proper treatment soon, she’ll… she’ll…”

The man in front of you barked out an amused laugh. “She’ll what?”

“She’ll die,” you snarled. “So kill me. Get it over with—and let them go.”

And for a split second, you let your eyes return to Daryl, one last time. He wouldn’t look at you—he couldn’t—terrified that Negan would bring that bat down on your head if he noticed.

But it was all futile. He noticed anyway.

He followed your gaze over to Daryl, lowering his bat to gesture between the two of you.

“Ah… you two are a thing, ain’t ya? Damn. And here I thought you were available for takin’, sugar.” Negan tossed his head back and chuckled with mild disappointment. “God, look at you bein’ all heroic, offering yourself up for the chopping block! No, no, darlin’, this ain’t a game of who gets to be a martyr and save their friends. You don’t decide what’s happening here. I do. You think I don’t know you’re the doctor of the group? My people have been reporting to me—they know you’ve been the one taking care of Little Miss Sickly over there. No… you’re far too valuable for me to kill. We need more people like you, darlin’. Plus, I wouldn’t want to bash in your pretty little face, now, would I?”

With a hum, Negan stepped away from you, fixing his gaze upon Maggie.

“Jesus. You look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now—!”

“NO!” screamed Glenn, scrambling onto his feet and lunging at Negan. Before he could even begin to make contact, Dwight grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, threateningly shoving Daryl’s crossbow into his face.

Maggie cried out—both from a fresh wave of pain seeping through her bones, and from the sight of her husband being dragged back to his spot like a ragdoll.

Huffing out a sigh, Negan grunted out, “Nope. Nope, nope, get him back in line.”

Glenn screamed, choking back a sob. “No… don’t. Don’t!”

Negan could only smile. “Alright, alright, listen. Don’t any of you do that again—I will shut that shit down, no exceptions! First one’s free—it’s an emotional moment. I get it. Mmh. Sucks, don’t it? The moment you realize you don’t know shit.”

Rick trembled violently beside you. Tilting his head, Negan glanced between him and Carl, realization dawning upon him when he noticed the physical similarities between the two.

“This is your kid, right? Ohoho, that is definitely your kid!”

“JUST STOP THIS!” yelled Rick, so sudden that it made you flinch.

Equivalent in volume, Negan bellowed back, “HEY! Do not make me kill your little future serial killer! Don’t make it easy on me! I gotta pick somebody—everybody’s at the table waitin’ for me to order, hm?”

The man whistled out a shrill tune, one that sent a shiver dance down your spine.

“I simply cannot decide. But I got an idea.” With that, he pointed the bat at Rick. “Eenie.”

He moved to you, before narrowing his eyes, and skipped over to Maggie. “Meenie.”

Abraham. “Minie.”

Michonne. “Mo.”

Glenn. “Catch.”

Daryl. “A tiger.”

Rosita. “By.”

Eugene. “His toe.”

Sasha. “If.”

Aaron. “He hollers.”

Carl. “Let him go.”

And so on he went.

My mother told me to pick the very best one. And you… are… it.

Your heart dropped when the end of his bat stopped in front of Abraham.

No. No… no… no…

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we’ll start! You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that!”

And with that, he swung the bat back and brought it clean down on Abraham’s head.

Screams erupted from around you. You could feel your vision blur over with your tears, and you closed your eyes shut, not wanting to see such a gruesome sight, curling in on yourself as you listened to the repeated, sickening squelch of Negan’s bat repeatedly hitting your dear friend. Negan gloated and laughed and jeered. You cried and sobbed and flinched with every strike.

His blood—Abraham’s blood—splattered on your face. You could feel it.

Warm, moist, and thick. Dripping down your cheek.

“You guys… look at my dirty girl!” proclaimed Negan, jutting out the bloody bat for all to witness. The monster of a man tilted his head at Rosita, whose eyes were horrified and bloodshot, dripping with fat tears. “Sweetheart… lay your eyes on this!”

When Rosita began to cry harder, Negan hummed. “Oh, damn. Were you… were you guys together? That sucks. If you were, you should know—there was a reason for all this. Red—and damn if that isn’t a good name for him—he just took one, or six, or seven for the team! So take… a damn… look.”

Rosita refused to move her gaze from Abraham’s mutilated corpse.

And, much to your horror, Daryl growled out as he surged forward on his feet, landing a clean punch against Negan’s jaw. You screamed out his name when three Saviors grabbed him and beat him back onto the ground, pinning him tightly against the gravel. A sob wracked through your frame and you could feel your stomach twist into itself. Daryl was still struggling against them, clutching his side as he panted out.

“No!” yelled Negan, clearly furious. “Oh, no. That—is a big no-no. The whole thing—not one fucking bit of that shit flies here!”

Terror clutched at your palpitating heart when Negan shoved Lucille right up into Daryl’s face, smearing Abraham’s blood all over him.

Dwight strode up and pointed Daryl’s own crossbow against the back of your boyfriend’s head. A sob fell from your lips. You couldn’t watch this—you just couldn’t.

“Daryl,” you cried out, hiccupping through your words. “Negan… no. No, please, don’t! I’ll do anything, please! Not him. Please, not him!”

Amused at your pleading, Negan casted a sidelong glance to you, before grabbing at Daryl’s hair and pulling him upright. “See what you did there, Buckaroo? You got your little partner all upset! Look, they’re crying their eyes out, worried for you.” Negan got back up on his feet. “Get him back in line,” he barked, though his eyes were trained on you.

And in two quick strides, he was back in front of you, gripping your face tightly between his gloved hand. “Look at you, darlin’, all covered in blood. Would it be weird if I say it makes my dick hard as fuck?” You scowled, trying your best to pull your face away from his uncomfortably rough grip. “Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart—your boyfriend here didn’t listen to me earlier. I said the first one was free, didn’t I? And what does that mean? Second one’s got a price, hm? I said I’d shut that shit down—no exceptions. I don’t know what kind of lyin’ assholes y’all have been dealing with… but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important! I need you all to know me. Know that I’m not joking around with this shit. Now, if you weren’t a doctor and you weren’t so fuckin’ hot—I would’ve bashed your head to pieces without battin’ an eye! But, lookie here, I’m faced with another dilemma. I need to kill another one of you to get my point across.”

A wail bubbled up in your throat and you began to claw at Negan’s fingers now painfully squeezing your jaw. “No… please, please… don’t, please—!”

“And I want you, darlin’, to pick which one of your little friends I kill.”

“No!” you spat, breathing shallow and panicked. “Me—just kill me, Negan—you don’t have to hurt anyone else, please, please, let them go, you—”

Getting irritated with you, Negan shook your face until you stopped blubbering. “You’re not listenin’ to me. Pick. Someone. Not you, and not your little boyfriend. I want him to live with the fact that one of his friends died because of him. Pick someone. Anyone, sweetheart. You’ll be doin’ em a favor, honestly. They get to save the rest of you from a miserable death! Now, doesn’t that sound appealing?”

A beat of silence. Negan stared you down, and you glared right back.

“Eat my shit,” you snarled out.

Narrowing his eyes, Negan finally relinquished his hold on you. You gasped for breath, chest heaving, stabilizing yourself with your hands on your thighs. “Goddamn, you’re feisty! Might have to keep you around after this—holy fuckin’ shit. Mmh, alright… fine, then. Since you won’t pick—I’ll just have to kill your precious patient’s boyfriend, hm?”

Before any of you could react, Negan spun on his heel and arced his bat through the air, right onto Glenn’s head. Again, and again, and again.

A piercing scream echoed across the forest. Maggie’s scream.

Your mouth dropped open as a silent cry scratched down the sides of your throat.

Glenn was still alive, somehow, after all those bashes. Blood caked his entire skull and part of his head was caved in—to your nauseating horror, one of his eyes had come out of its socket.

“Buddy, you still there?” exclaimed Negan in astonishment, bending down to inspect his handiwork. “I just don’t know… seems to me like you’re tryin’ to say something! But you just took a hell of a hit! I just cracked your skull so hard, your eyeball popped right out! And it is gross as shit!”

After all that, Glenn managed to slur out, “Maggie… I’ll find you.”

Sobs rang throughout the clearing. The rest of the group cried tears for Glenn—without him, all of you would’ve been dead three times over.

“Awh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys,” said Negan. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But I did say… no exceptions!”

With that, he brought down his bat again. Over, and over, and over.

Maggie cried so hard her voice started to give out.

Daryl, your beloved Daryl, flinched with every stroke of the bat, his eyes red and puffy with tears. You could see it already—the guilt behind his gaze. He thought it was his fault Glenn was killed.

You shut your eyes again.

“Lucille is thirsty! She’s a vampire bat!” proudly declared Negan, as he swung one final hit on Glenn’s long-dead body. “What? Was the joke that bad? Tough crowd, huh?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” whispered Rick once Negan was done. Rick had blood splattered all over his face, as well. Abraham’s blood. Glenn’s blood.

Negan squatted down beside him, tilting his head. His bat was dangerously close to you. “What? I didn’t quite catch that, Rick. You’re gonna have to speak up.”

Squaring his jaw, Rick drew in a sharp inhale. “Not today… not tomorrow… but I’m gonna kill you.”

Negan sucked at his teeth. “Jesus,” he softly said. “Simon. What did he have? A knife?”

Pornstache raised his brows. “He had a hatchet. An axe.”

Snorting, Negan shook his head. “Simon’s my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without ‘em? A whole lot of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? Oh… or did I…”

The man waved the bloodied bat in front of Rick’s face, taunting him.

“Sure, yeah. Give me his axe.” Pornstache handed Negan the small weapon and Negan smugly slid it into his belt. Suddenly, Negan grabbed the back of Rick’s jacket and yanked him up, practically dragging him by the scruff towards the RV. Your breath hitched, wanting to stop him, but all the guns trained on the backs of your friends made you freeze. All you could do was lower your head and stave away your raucous sobs.

“I’ll be right back, folks! Maybe Rick will be with me! And if not… well, we can just turn these people inside out, won’t we? I mean… the ones that are left!”

They were gone for hours.

During those hours, part of you wanted to go to Maggie, comfort her, check if both she and the baby were alright. No doubt she was in a tremendous amount of both emotional and physical pain. The other part of you wanted to go to Daryl, curl up in the safety of his arms and cry into his chest.

But you couldn’t do either. Not with the Saviors pointing the barrels of their rifles to the back of your skulls.

The sun was already beginning to rise, tinting the sky a sweet, soft shade of blue. A stark juxtaposition to the dark red blood steadily drying on the rocky ground.

When Rick got back, Negan ruthlessly threw him down in front of the group. He looked exhausted. More than that—he looked dead inside. The light behind his eyes was gone.

“Do you know what that little trip was about?” asked Negan.

Rick looked around wildly, as if making sure that everyone else was alright.

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” Negan hissed.

Begrudgingly, Rick bowed his head. “Okay… okay.”

Negan wolfishly grinned, though there was a dark glimmer to his irises that you misliked. “That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you’re still lookin’ at me the same damn way. Like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that’s not gonna work!” Once again, Negan squatted down beside Rick, that smug expression still plastered across the man’s coarse features. “So… do I give you another chance?”

After a moment’s pause, Rick hacked out, “Yeah. Yes.”

Satisfied, Negan clapped Rick on the back, before getting back up onto his feet. “Alright! Here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day… or just another crap day. Get some more guns to the back of their heads. Level with their noses, so if you have to fire… it’ll be a real fuckin’ mess.”

You could feel cold metal graze the very top of your temple.

“Kid, come here,” said Negan, making your heart plummet to your stomach. Rick’s expression shifted to one of pure dread.

Carl didn’t move.

“Kid… now.”

With cautious movements, Carl stood up in front of the taller man.

“You a southpaw?” asked Negan while he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of its loops.

“Am I a what?”

“A lefty,” clarified Negan.

Carl scowled. “No.”

“Good,” retorted Negan, before grabbing Carl’s left arm and tying the belt around his bicep. “That hurt?”

Gritting his teeth, Carl bit out a negative.

“It should. It’s supposed to.” Negan smirked, knocking Carl’s cowboy hat off his head. “Alright, get down on the ground next to daddy, kid. Spread them wings!”

Slowly, Carl lowered himself down beside Rick, his cheek pressed flat against the dusty gravel.

“Simon, you got a pen?”

Pornstache nodded, brandishing a marker from his pocket and tossing it over to Negan. The man uncapped the black pen with his teeth, flashing you a wink and spitting out the cap somewhere to the side. He kneeled down by Carl to draw a straight line just below the junction of his elbow.

“Sorry, kid,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “This is gonna be as cold as a warlock’s dick, as if he were hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across your forearm! Gives you a little leverage, don’t it?”

Stammering, Rick muttered out, “Please… please don’t. Please don’t.”

Negan tilted his head, lightly chuckling. “Me? Oh, I ain’t doin’ shit. Rick… I want you to take your axe and cut your son’s left arm off—right on that line! Now, I know you gotta process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though—I’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then your kid dies. Then the people back home die. Then you… eventually. I’d keep you breathing for a few years just so you could stew on it!”

“You… you don’t have to do this,” pleaded Michonne. It was the first time she’d spoken since she got out of the truck. Seeing Carl splayed out in front of her, practically her son, made something inside her snap. “We understand. We get it, we—”

“You might understand! I’m not so sure Rick here does. I’m gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it’s gonna have to be like a salami slice. You remember those, right? Nothin’ messy. I want a clean, forty-five degree cut. Give us somethin’ to fold over. You got Y/N right there to fix him up nice and good. The kid’ll be just fine. Probably.”

Rick was just about losing his mind, rocking back and forth, murmuring incoherently beneath his breath. Sweat dripped down his bloodied face, his hair, mixing with the salty tears leaking from his crazed eyes.

“Rick. This needs to happen now. Chop, chop. Before I crush the little fella’s skull myself.”

Swallowing down his sobs, Rick choked, “It can—it can… it can be me. It can be me. Wh… you… you could do it to me. I c-can go with—with you.”

Negan smiled at his desperation. “No. This is the only way. Pick up the axe, Rick. Not making a decision is a big decision, let me tell you that. You really wanna see all these people die? Because you will—if you don’t PICK UP THE FUCKING AXE!”

Rick began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Oh, my God,” said Negan, pulling at his face wearily. “You gonna make me count? Okay, Rick—you win. I’ll start counting. Three!”

“PLEASE!” screamed Rick. “IT CAN BE ME. PLEASE!”

“Two!” Negan kneeled down and slapped a sobbing Rick across the face, before grabbing his cheeks, not unlike he did with you hours before. “This is it, Rick. Make a decision. One!”

With a gut wrenching scream, Rick’s trembling fingers curled around the handle of his axe.

“Dad…” whispered Carl. A tear slipped down your cheek as the events unfolded in front of you. “Just do it.”

Rick cocked his arm back, seconds away from bringing it down to cleave Carl’s hand off.

But Negan grabbed Rick’s wrist at the very last second, stopping him.

The man smirked, pleased with himself. “You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?”

Frantically, Rick nodded his head.

“SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TO! You answer to me. You provide for me!”

“I’ll provide for you!” cried Rick.

“You belong to me! Right?” hollered Negan.

Hiccuping a sob, Rick bobbed his head. “Right.”

“Now that… that is the look I wanted to see.” Negan grabbed Rick’s axe from him and stepped away. “We did it. All of us, together. Even the dead guys on the ground! Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure! Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope for all your sake… that you get it now. That you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you before… that is over now.”

Negan clapped his hands together, sighing out in relief.

And strangely, you were slightly relieved, as well. Maybe he was done. He wasn’t going to kill any more of you. This was all over for now.

Right?

“Dwight,” said Negan. “Load him up.”

To your shock, Negan pointed Lucille straight at Daryl.

“See, he’s got guts. Not a little bitch like someone I know,” Negan told Rick. “I like him. He’s mine now. You still wanna try something? Not today, not tomorrow? I will cut pieces off of… what’s his name?”

“Daryl,” said Pornstache.

“Wow. That actually sounds just about right. I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep! Or, better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me.”

“No…” you croaked out, when Dwight grabbed your boyfriend and dragged him back to the truck as if he were a wild animal, crossbow pointed at his chest. Maggie sobbed from beside you. “No, Daryl… please, no, don’t—please don’t take him from me!” you cried. “Please, I need him… Daryl!”

Negan smiled down at you. “Mmh. Alrighty, then. I’ll take you, too. Come on.”

A gasp lodged in your throat when he suddenly grabbed your arm and yanked you upwards.

“No, wait, I’m the only doctor they have, they need—Maggie needs m—!”

“I don’t give a rat’s flying blue ass,” growled Negan, shoving you in the direction of the truck, where Daryl watched you with wide, scared eyes. You craned your neck around to look at Rick and Maggie and the rest of the group—your family—one last time, unsure of when, if ever, you’d see them again. “You’re mine now. Got a whole lot of shit you can do for me, that’s for sure, darlin’. Load ‘em up!”

One of the Saviors pushed you into the truck just as Negan yelled out, “Welcome to a brand new beginning, you sorry shits! I’ll leave you a truck. Keep it—use it to cart all the crap you’re gonna find me. We’ll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then… ta-fuckin’-ta.”

You collapsed straight into Daryl once you were inside, thundering sobs spilling from your lungs. He wrapped his burly arms around you, smelling of dirt and blood and motor oil. No words needed to be said. No words could be said.

The both of you had lost so much today.

And now… you’d lost your freedom, as well.

Daryl began crying into your shoulder, and you could only hold him all the tighter.

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A Single Punch

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

The smallest action in a single moment can change everything.

Description: The line up ends with 3 supposed dead members of the group. Sometimes you have to know when to play dead. Even when all else goes to hell.

1.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, character death(s), very depressing, typical walking dead shenanigans)[happy ending… eventually]

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Your POV

You would have gone after Daryl when he rushed out of Alexandria on a revenge mission. If not for the terrible rattle in your lungs. Every breath you took was heard. Sharp and painful. Denise the poor soul told you it sounded like walking pneumonia. Not necessarily deadly but hard to fix with limited resources.

So here you are sitting in your bathroom on the floor with the shower as hot as it could get to open your lungs. Trying desperately not to think about Daryl being reckless and doing only god knew what. A light knocking on the door shaking you from your thoughts.

“Come in.”

The door opened hastily releasing most of the steam out the door. Rick walking in past you to turn the shower off. Rick looked down at you offering a hand up. “We are heading off to hilltop. Something is wrong with Maggie and the baby. I would like for you to get checked out by the doctor there to.” Slowly getting up nodding your head. No use arguing with him when he was probably right.

While walking to the RV you looked to Rick calmly, “Thank you Rick, for being my family.” Rick looked to you with a raised brow and smirk. ‘Your loopy from sickness and meds he thought.’ He helped you in the RV to the back with a struggling Maggie. Maggie took notice on your tired state with pale skin as you did her. Rick putting a hand to Maggie’s shoulder,

“We are leaving in a minute, everything is going to be ok.”

The ride was going smoothly until the RV stopped. You exchanged a glance with Maggie, “Let’s hope we aren’t dead in the water like with Dales RV, really don’t feel like walking.” This made Maggie smile a little thinking about Dale all that time ago. Successfully distracting her for a moment.

This smooth ride turned to a nightmare with saviors popping up over and over again. Leading to you having to walk in the beginning of dusk. Maggie being carried. The whistling stirred your already hard breathing. The headlights causing your head to spin and struggle with balance. You felt like death. You felt warm and cold- a fever you thought. You were dazed but still had the right wits about you to know you were in danger. You felt a tapping on your leg, looking to see Carl on his knees. Catching the hint you followed suit. You couldn’t be bothered and sat on the back of your legs.

“Y/n…”

That what caught you out of your stupor. His voice. Daryl’s voice. You look up to see him. Pale and cover in his own blood. Tears now rimmed at your eyes. The RV door opened to reveal a man with a bat. “Pissing are pants yet?” You looked back to Daryl staring at him from across the line of your family. The slight sound of the whistle of your breathe could be heard. You were hazy struggling to comprehend the conversation going on. The man Negan you think, was walking and had stop in front of you yapping on and on about something like “was I dying of the plague” and “look like shit my dear.” He waved his hand in front of me.

“She doesn’t have a clue what’s going on does she.” Negan huffed.

Negan was walking between everyone reciting Eenie, Meenie Miny, Moe. ‘He was choosing which one of you to kill.’ You thought. He stopped in front of Abraham. Your breathing was turning faster from fear, there for making it harder for you to breath. “If any body moves-“ your ears are ringing. The first crunch of the bat to his head made you gasp then cough.

“Suck my nuts.”

Your ears ring in your brain watching blow after blow to Abraham. Negan flinging his blood in every direction. Your breathing hard, tears burning in your eyes. You reach a hand to curl to the back of your head. The other hand curling into a ball at your chest. Your clucking the hair so hard in your grip you might pull a chunk. You simply couldn’t inhale.

Negan turns to Rick then brought his eyes to you. “Well shit, looks like are little plague here bout dead.” Daryl watch’s as you try and take a breathe in, tears streaming down his face. You look worse than you did this morning. “I’m a merciful man!” Negan proclaimed, sauntering over to you. “Let me help sweetheart…” You just begin to look up at him catching a glimpse of the bat swing down to you. A crushing pain radiates through you head as you come crashing to the floor. But not just your head but hand as well.

“NOOO!” Daryl speeding toward Negan rocking him with a punch. Daryl getting easily pinned. He sobbed looking at your still body.

You were in pain and frozen like a deer in head lights. Your vision blur and the feeling of blood flowing from somewhere. The hit knocked some air into you and you tried you best to calm it. It was sallow but there. Your vision started to tunnel, blackness taking you into unconsciousness hearing sounds of the sobs of your family.

Daryl POV

In a single moment you were gone. They drag me back to my spot in line but I could only look to her still body. What was the last thing she had even said to me. This asshole killed you and he was blabbing on. He stepped out of line and was going to be joining you, he accepted that. The burning hate looking into Negans eyes. Negan only smiled, “That little plague was yours huh.” He chuckled to himself. “You should be thanking me, poor thing was dying, it was a mercy kill.” He back up a little.

“I don’t know what kind of lying asshole you’ve been dealing with but, I did say you only get one! No expectations.”

Daryl clenched his teeth, he expected his fate and accepted at least your body’s were to be buried together. “Welp, back to it!” But Negan pivoted and hit… Glenn. Sinking he felt like he was sinking. His mouth wide with shock. Glenn started stammering, Negan taunting him. “M-Maggie I’ll f-find you.” Negan winding up to hit him again. Daryl listened to Maggie’s pleas just like how his were he assumed. Hit after hit felt deeper like they should have been the one to be on him. Silents for a moment with Negan catching his breathe from exertion. This didn’t feel real. He had to be dreaming.

“Load him up.” He was being dragged away. He had little fight left in him but he fought against it. Hearing the people around him plea. He looked on to where you lay. His world, was gone and yet he still walked among it. His action then got someone’s else’s world killed. Guilt ate at him. Doors slammed in front of his face back to the darkness he once came, but now pieces missing inside him.

Rick POV

It was silent after the saviors left. Sun rising. Everyone trying to comprehend everything. Rick thought when he was being dragged to the RV with Negan that he was next. His anger at the time was now just fear. It was Maggie first to move toward her dead husband. They all scrambled to help her. She sobbed and still despite it all was still in need of a doctor.

Rick kneel next to her above Glenn. “Let us help please, he was are family to.” She agreed and stumbled into a hug with Carl. Rick looking down toward Glenn, his savior, this man was the reason he was alive and found his family. Rick gasped at the thought, ‘Thank you Rick, for being my family.’ He looked back to you, your body less maimed than the rest. You were here because Rick made you go. Hilltop, Maggie. He turned back to Maggie, “We still need to get you to Hilltop.” he looked to her with a little resolve.

Maggie clearly distraught, “I’ll get there myself, you were out here for me. I can’t let anything else happen. I just can’t.” Before he could even begin to disagree, Sasha spoke up. “I’ll take her. You need to get back to Alexandria.” Maggie agreed adding, “Y-you need to figure out to take them out.” Rick looked at her slowly shaking his head. “They have Daryl.” Rick said, and at mention of Daryl’s name the turned to your body.

Rick bit his lips trying to not break. Everyone started to move to put the bodys in the back of the truck that Sasha and Maggie were taking to Hilltop. Your body being the last, Aaron picking you up in one swoop as everyone help to lay you down into the bed of the truck between Glenn and Abraham. More tears were shed.

Before splitting into different cars, Rick goes to Maggie hugging her before she gets in the passenger seat. The rest follow to say there goodbyes for now and hope for the baby to be well.

Looking into the side mirror he look back to seeing puddles of blood and a walker kneeling down to it. Looking forward to not break from the sight and think about those he lost he make eye contact with Michonne. Then he started to drive.

??? POV

Sasha was driving to Hilltop periodically looking towards Maggie. Her mission. Maggie had tears from pain a lost going down her face. The silence was cut with a slap to the back window of the truck. A bloody hand smearing down the glass. The girls turn to each other. You must have turned, head not completely crushed like the others. Maggie sniffled, “Pull over, I don’t want her eating them.”

They both circled the back to put you down. Hearing the grumbling noise coming from you. The tailgate fell with a loud bang. Sasha climbing up knife in hand. When they heard it.

“I can’t, please it hurts.” Slurred and rough. You were alive.

Part 2

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hisdahlia · 3 months ago

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to who knows when.

wc. 1.9k. fem aligned. graphic depictions of gore somewhat. lack of dialogue on daryl’s end (sorry).

upon maggie falling victim to some sort of potentially life threatening ailment, you practically threw yourself toward the opportunity of escorting her alongside rick and the others to the doctor you all knew resided in hilltop. given the fact you’d been home bound since the group arrived in alexandria, you did all that you could to contribute, this included safeguarding maggie throughout her pregnancy. you had to be there for her, you wouldn’t forgive yourself if you weren’t there. it was so eerie being on inside those walls all the time, almost suffocating. you didn’t want to cling onto this false sense of security, daryl was in the same boat as you.

you knew of the attack on a sanctuary that held ammunition owned by the saviors, the undeniably grotesque plan to both raid and slaughter in cold blood. it was so awful how quickly everyone acclimated to such a brutal escalation. you knew it was going to cause some turmoil … and boy, was this the last thing you all expected. as the rv slowly broke down from underneath you all and saviors taunting you no matter what route you went, you knew it was all toppling over and crashing down onto you all. eugene put himself up to bat, taking initiative in attempting to draw your assaulters away from maggie so you could still get her to hilltop. you were set on joining rick and the rest of the group to transport her on foot.

hard breaths, akin to a dog, pupils blown wide, skin clammy. you all peered around as you were caged in with vehicles and blinding headlights, the bird calls of twice your army blaring in your ears as it settled in the pits of all of your stomachs that, no, today was your last day on earth. you brought a hand to your face to sit at your brow line, blocking out the sudden luminosity of your surroundings, trying to make out what was going on. rick, everyone, was so sure of the fact that they had taken care of this infamous ‘negan’, but that had been far from the truth. your stomach in knots, knees aching as you were forced down onto the earth beneath you to kneel. your group mates were all snotty nosed and tearful, you were just trying to make out your surroundings still.

soon joined by a battered eugene, followed with an order toward a man named dwight, brandishing daryl’s crossbow, you grit your teeth as you see a bloodied daryl coerced out of the back of one of their vans alongside michonne, rosita, and glenn. you fell forward, your palms making contact with the gravelly floor beneath you. the tips of your fingers digging into the jagged soil only to be met with the barrel of simon’s pistol pointed at your skull, and a demand being barked in your direction to sit pretty on your knees. your eyes trailed over to your wounded boyfriend, sniffling as you forced yourself back to your knees, somewhat slumping your shoulders as you let defeat sink in. daryl knew you had no part in this, knew you just got yourself into this whole mess unknowingly and he felt so disgustingly ashamed that he let you get caught up in his wrongdoings. his expression hardened as a voice spoke out against the silence.

“pissin’ our pants yet?” the figure emerged from the rv, clad in a black leathered biker jacket and a red tassel-like scarf roped around his neck. he held a barbed wire bat within his grasp as it rested atop his right shoulder. he slowly moseyed his way over into the light as if you all had stricken lucky with front row seats to the show he was about to put on for you all. being appointed to your leader, he began chastising rick, along with confirmation of the fact that, he was negan. lecturing him about how killing his men wasn’t going to go unpunished. he seemed oddly charismatic about having all of you in the palm of his hand, defenseless and seeking for mercy. he went on a tangent about how half of your findings were his now, how you all now worked for him. due to shock, you had tuned him out, all you could look at was daryl, noticing his breathing was rather labored.

this was until … you heard the phrase, laced with malice, “i’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.” as soon as those words left negan’s mouth, you were petrified. not for yourself, but for your boyfriend whom was possibly in his sights due to the injury he had sustained. he introduced his bat as if it were a tangible entity, which was characteristic of him, even in the short span of time you’ve known him. her name was lucille, he praised her as if she weren’t just an inanimate object. it was practically the ramblings of a madman. with introductions aside, he began going down the line, all of your breaths mingling together in occasional hitches and sharp exhales.

it was as if he was sizing up all of you, trying to predict which one of you would garner the most screams out of one another if he brought lucille down into your skull, brutalizing it in various blows. he got to maggie, racking his brain for the idea of just putting her out of her misery, earning an explosive response out of glenn. as dwight pinned him down on the floor because of his outburst, negan stated firmly that whatever your accomplice just did not fly with him, how it would be shut down instantly. he then made his rounds over to carl, making an inference that he must’ve been rick’s son. rick immediately shouted for negan to stop this, only to be forcibly piped down by the man with a similar tone in a snide quip. negan was visibly stumped on who to choose. you all exchanged glances with one another fearfully as a sinister smile stretched across his face, cheeks flexing into small divs in his face in the shape of dimples. he spun the bat in his hand, pointing it near rick’s jawline before uttering the word ‘eeny’. he was just trying to draw this whole thing out, just making possibly the last moments of their lives a nightmare incarnate. he went down the line, one by one further stretching out this sequence, making it out to be a carousel sent from hell. he had this smug look on his face as he played with his food.

daryl had a war in his mind, not even bothering to look over at the bat pointed in his direction briefly. he got you in this situation. he had you in the hands of this man you had done nothing to, now you were going to lose your life because of the things daryl had done. he had you all cooped up at the house for this very reason. he couldn’t stomach let alone digest the idea of you getting hurt. yet, when it’s by his hand? god, he was absolutely war torn. you on the other hand, stared up at the bat all wide eyed, lashes clumped together with tears that threatened to fall from your waterline as the bat left your sight. you bowed your head, trying to shield your eyes from the suspense that was gnawing at you before you heard a pair of heavy boots shuffle in front of you, looking up to see the top of the barbed wire wrapped baseball bat pointing right at you, the words ‘it’ leaving your captors lips to end off his little nursery rhyme.

daryl’s ears were ringing, heart pounding in his throat as he saw you knelt before lucille, fat tears now rolling down the apples of your cheeks as you whimpered out feeble pleas for your life. you could hardly breathe, sitting there motionlessly. daryl was unable to say anything, he couldn’t protest the inevitable, he could hardly get a word out, his jaw going slack as he attempted to find the right words to say. you let out a strained whine of his name, his head bowed, cowering away from the scene, he was frozen. “anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start,” negan’s voice pierced through the static in his ears, causing him to shut his eyes slightly, gripping onto the blood soaked fabric draped over his shoulders like vice. his eyes scattered around toward the floor, his blood running hot as his jaw clenched.

“you can breathe, you can blink, you can cry…” negan inhaled a breath, folding his lips in on one another before swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it as that same smile carved itself into his face once more, “hell, you’re all gonna be doing that,” he delivered his final set of words before the bat was raised above your head. your eyes locked with your assailant’s, your body trembling as your own bottom lip jutted out in a frown, your hair falling in your face to frame it, the last thing you heard that was audible was daryl yelling out for you before the the bat swung down, hammering your skull in with one singular blow. your jaw shattered completely, leaving you lying face down, incapacitated and hardly hanging onto consciousness. you heard the sound of your blood rushing through your ears, the squelch of the bat making contact with the carnage of your scalp a second time as you laid there lifelessly.

the group, including the man you vowed to be with for eternity was forced to bear witness to you being beat into a bloody pulp against the earth. the woman he loved was killed by chance, yet he couldn’t help but feel like it was all a play against him. he sat there and wept like he were a boy again, flinching as the splatter from the gore that was what remained of your head hit his face, into his eye as he struggled to blink it out of the whites of his eyes. all that he had promised her, all that he had promised everyone before, he couldn’t deliver on his end. it was becoming apparent now, palpable. he looked down at your remains, watching as your fingers spasmed and twitched involuntarily, he croaked out a meek ‘no’ as he collapsed into himself completely, a mere shell of a man was the only thing that remained within him.

negan took a knee in front of daryl, nudging the fabric wrapped around his shoulders off of them before wiping the bloodied remains of his girlfriend onto his shirt, tutting as he shook his head. “take a damn look. you’ve been shying your ass away from lucille this whole damn time and she is not having any of that shit,” he spoke firmly before his expression dropped suddenly, “hoh, damn,” he drawled out, looking over at your corpse then back to daryl, “were you… were you together? that sucks.” he stifled a small laugh, retracting lucille to rest idly at his leg as he stood. “always hated killing women, she could’ve been a nice piece to have on my hip if you didn’t decide to fuck around with my shit,” he said, attempting to drive the idea of her death being his fault into his head. before negan knew it, daryl took off like a rocket, lunging toward him in a fit of rage.

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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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He’ll pay, sunshine. I’ll make sure he does

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The lineup. Took more than what you expected. A price had to be paid… • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Injuries / Scars • rewriting canon, baby

Requested by: Anon

“Hm. Well don’t we have a looker here” The leader smirks bringing himself over to the woman shaking beside the retired sheriff. “Now I have a proposition for yea…that leaves all of y’all alive” he states gently taking her chin in between his fingers.

The smallest action lead the archer to get up and lunge at the head Savior, only to be knocked down by a henchman and the guy the pinned individual had brought up before. The man that took his crossbow during the wolves attack, aimed his arrow at his head. Making the woman the leader fancied to start sobbing.

“Should I end him?”

“Nah, stand down Dwighty boy.” He laughs at his enthusiasm. “Now on your feet little lady” he extended his hand toward the crying woman as she was extremely hesitant. “If yea don’t do what I say…I’ll have him kill what I could only assume is someone you care deeply about” he kept the smirk on his face knowing it was adding to the intimidation factor as the woman felt every part of her scream when she took his hand.

Once she was brought to her feet, the man carefully took a hold of her face making the tears fall even harder. He couldn’t help the amusement he was receiving.

“God you’re gorgeous when you’re cryin’, doll” He chuckles to himself as he pulls her along with him while his bat dragged in the dirt on his other side. “If you accept my offer, no one dies. If you refuse…it’s the pretty one to go first”

The offer wasn’t even stated but the anxiety lead to the sickly woman to yell out at the leader to this gang.

“She’s pregnant! You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman…”

“Hm. You’re right, but it’s the two for one special if yea don’t listen” He scoffs followed by a laugh. “To Ricky Rick, y’all’s fearless leader…who is shakin’ in his boots as I manhandle one of his own…will be making the deal”

The growling that came from the archer pinned only grew louder and occasionally cut off by the man who pinned him, shoving more into the gravel. He didn’t like this one bit.

“I don’t take any lives, if I can take her as my wife”

The words rang out to everyone in the lineup as the archer started to thrash under the henchman even more.

“Shut him up or I’ll make it—-“ The leader stopped speaking when he felt the woman grab at his leather jacket bringing her closer with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything…don’t hurt him, don’t hurt anyone” She begged as his smirk grew to her words.

“Yeah…I’ll take that instead. Simon!” He yells as his right hand approached the man.

“Yes Negan?”

“Take her to the truck…and knock her man out. Don’t kill’em. I need some leeway” Negan states watching Simon take his new wife away as he couldn’t help but smack her rear as she walked away. “Hm. That was too easy” he says while watching his men knock out the archer before dragging him back in line. “Gotta show you I mean business somehow…” he sighs parching the retired sheriff grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the RV. “Watch them boys, gonna take our new bitch boy on a joy ride”

Everything happened so quickly…the archer sat there taking it all in, even after the cars drove away once Negan told them what to prepare for. He was frozen in his spot…his girl, his partner,…his everything, and his unborn baby…were taken from him. It may not be in death, but the pain sure felt like it.

“Daryl…we gotta go man…” Glenn frowns feeling his own tears get the best of him as he tried to help Daryl off the ground but the man was cement. He couldn’t stay much longer because of Maggie’s condition but his worry got the best of his expression making Rick take over.

“Brother, we gotta get Maggie to the Hilltop…then head back”

Daryl stayed put, not wanting to leave or the reality will consume him. He’s not going home with his partner…he’s alone. He feels…stuck.

Michonne watches Rick fail to get Daryl to move while Abraham, Sasha, and Glenn took care of getting Maggie to the Hilltop. Aaron checked on Carl as Rosita checked on Eugene. She stood watching the two as she quietly approaches giving her partner a look that led to Rick leaving with the remaining people back to Alexandria.

Leaving Michonne and Daryl alone at the line up.

“You need to get up” Michonne knelt down to him listening to his soft sobs and the smallest whimper that escaped him. “You need to get up for them. We need to go home…prepare…and come up with a plan to save them”

“I failed—-“

“No you didn’t. We know you didn’t” the heartbreak in her own voice lead him to look her in the eye. “Cmon now. She can’t have you die right here” she refers to the bullet wound in his shoulder, but also the mental toll of what has happened weighing him down.

He would’ve laid to rest there, if it weren’t for the hand Michonne provided.

Now all he needs to do is get her back.

The right hand to Negan, Simon, led Y/N into a room with a handful of other women as they all wore black. Felt like a funeral and in her mind, she wishes this was hers and it was some nightmare…that she’ll wake eventually back in his embrace but the anxious pinching proved her wrong and one of the women noticed what she was doing. She didn’t speak up until Simon left the room leaving the women to do their routine whenever Negan received a new wife.

“Where did Negan find you?”

“And why” Another wife asked as Y/N stood there trying to keep herself from crying.

“Usually he takes wives once their community folds, it’s always another brute that’s taken to get mentally beaten into submission”

After hearing that she couldn’t hold it in anymore and started crying, which to three of wives made them quickly try to console Y/N because they didn’t know when Negan would return and knew he wouldn’t like this very much. The fourth one was Sherry, a relatively one like Y/N.

Lives over mine and I’ll never see him again Y/N’s thoughts panicked her as she held herself fearful of what’s to come.

The four got Y/N ready in the attire that Negan has been making his wives dress in. Which a black dress wasn’t all too fancy but it didn’t take long for the other four to take notice of what Negan could also be hanging over Y/N’s community’s heads.

“Did he threaten your life and your baby’s?” Learning their names slowly, Amber had asked Y/N once she was dressed watching her protectively hold her stomach.

“When we said about the brute…this group, these people…must’ve been a real threat to him if they rolled over when you were taken” The one wife with black hair, Tanya started to go on. “They didn’t react like others or you wouldn’t be here, and people from your group would be dead”

“So not to shine a light to the horrors that you might have to endure here, but you saved lives with being taken” Frankie tried to smile it off but hers faded as fast as Y/N’s.

But as much as she wanted to outwardly panic for everyone to see. If what they were saying is true, she needs to suffer. And take care of what’s with her right now.

Their unborn child

“How long have you and Y/N been expecting? You two really kept it a secret up until…” Michonne cut herself off but alluded for Daryl to continue while the two were out hunting.

“Found out right before the prison fell. Thought she was gettin’ sick from the illness…but she took a few tests” Daryl frowns loading the shared hunting rifle between the two. “Came out positive every time. Then the Governor took our home”

“Oh Daryl…why didn’t you say anything—-“

“Cuz we wanted to keep it to ourselves in case—“ Daryl didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to or who knows what cosmic consequence would occur if he said it while she was away from him. “…it only came out cuz of Dr. Carson, only Maggie knew. Now everybody knows so it don’t matter why we kept it from yea. Alright?” He was getting defensive and Michonne knew she struck a nerve.

She felt awful. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to you, but nothing like having someone taken.

“In some sick way, she saved a lot of us by being taken…”

“Should’ve fought harder…”

“We all should’ve” Michonne sternly states to make it clear to Daryl that they’ve all failed Y/N, that it shouldn’t all be on his shoulders alone.

It’s already been a few days without his partner and he had to be taken out of Alexandria before he punches another person. It’s fine Spencer was the one he punched…a few times. Michonne wasn’t particularly happy with everything either, not that Rick rolled over on his back to Negan but it felt like that. The second his son’s well-being was threatened, the man folded even harder on himself.

When the two returned from the game Michonne had landed the shot on, Daryl stopped in his tracks seeing the back of his girl standing beside the man he wishes would fall into a pit of walkers.

“Ah!” Negan smirks turning toward the two as he eyed the deer over Daryl’s shoulder. “Now ain’t that a beaut you’ve got there, not as beautiful as my wife” he gripped onto Y/N’s bicep bringing herself toward them and forcing her to turn around.

The sudden drop of the deer startled everyone that was tense just from Negan’s presence. Daryl frowns noticing the bruising on Y/N’s neck and how the cardigan he could only assume she was forced to wear to cover up the bandages on her arms.

“Now don’t worry your little head about her” Negan strides over to get up close and personal to Daryl. “Both girls are doin’ fine”

The archer clenched his fists trying his best not to tackle the man down as he couldn’t believe that a special moment that was meant for him and his girl. He didn’t utter a word, knowing damn well he’ll get physical.

“We’ll take your deer, and that gun of yours…then be on our merry way” Negan continued to have that annoying smirk on his face as he headed toward his truck grabbing Y/N once more.

Daryl didn’t stop himself that time as he quickly approached the two but right before he got close, Rick stepped in his way.

“You could kill her if you try anythin’ right now” Rick whispered to Daryl who wasn’t in any mood to have his rage directed toward anybody else.

But he was back in that position, just watching Y/N get taken away by this asshole.

He’ll be six feet under by his hand

“There was a stowaway”

Frankie randomly blurted when the wives were regrouped once Y/N returned with Negan. When the other wives noticed what he has done to her in private quarters, they were plotting their own murder.

“A stowaway? Who would WANT to come here?!” Amber scoffs watching Y/N’s face contort. “You have an idea?”

“I do…but I hope I’m wrong” Y/N frowns rising to her feet approaching the door to the room they were all in, with a bit of hesitance on leaving.

Anything can happen.

You can get people killed.

He could take his life.

Weigh your options.

I’m done cowering Y/N pushes the door open seeing the few men assigned to watch the women staring at her. It was only two, and two she can handle.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I heard Negan’s back…can I see him?”

“He’s in a meeting, princess” One of them scoffs. “You gotta stay out and we’ll radio him” it only took a second for Y/N to step back in, grabbing the wine bottle from behind the wall that was gifted to the women.

“Y/N…” Sherry frowns a bit afraid of what she was going to do and next thing they witnessed was Y/N knock one of them out with the bottle causing it to break and before the other could react, she stabbed the broken end into his throat. “Fuck”

“Who woulda thought we needed an angry pregnant woman to get those two off our asses” Tonya laughs quietly as she waves Amber and Frankie over to help her drag the bodies into the room to keep the evidence hidden for Y/N’s sake.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Get to Negan”

“And kill him?”

“I’m afraid I’ll die trying. I need to get whoever he took, out of here. Whether that be his doing or mine” Y/N frowns toward Sherry as she quickly ran in grabbing one of the knives off the body before giving it to Y/N. “Yknow this is your moment”

“We’ve been here the longest. The guards know our tactics” Frankie frowns, but was quick to recuperate with a smile. “But they obviously don’t know yours”

“If you have the chance? Take it. We’ll get rid of these two” Amber adds as Tonya approaches Y/N.

“But once your group has a plan to tear this place down, don’t forget about us”

“I won’t, I promise”

Sherry led Y/N to where Negan’s room is in the Sanctuary, or close to it as they both noticed the two standing outside the room.

“I’ll distract them”

“How?” Y/N questions as she watches Sherry immediately run over to them in a theatric panic.

“Help! One of the wives is missing” Sherry states in a panic and that was going to be the case, but they were far from where the women stayed and where they currently stood. So Y/N did her best to hide in the blind spot of the turned corner as she watches the three run past.

As Y/N was about to approach Negan’s room to confront him, she quickly whipped back when the door swung open and out came Negan and Carl. Of course it’s Carl that snuck his way here. He shouldn’t have done that…for whatever reason. But now she was alone. No one watching her. This really is her chance.

Y/N immediately went into Negan’s room stripping herself of the annoying dress, and finding her belongings in his room. Which were weird but as she struggled to get, once fitting jeans, onto her person. She noticed the picture that stuck out from her pile of clothes as the panic from the moment she was stripped of her clothing the first night there subsided. She thought she had lost the sonogram that Dr. Carson gave her but the relieved tears spilled happily as she carefully puts it in her back pocket before getting the already oversized black jumper on.

Once the woman got her shoes on and managed to take a gun from the leader’s room, she had taken notice of several things she found in there while making her way to the loading bay without being noticed.

A picture of a woman with him

A discarded wedding band

Polaroid pictures of victims to his actions

and a whole lot more that Y/N knew she was never going to forget. But hopefully keep her child away from in the future.

When she finally reached the loading bay, Y/N felt something. It felt off and her anxiety started to crawl up her spine again that when she heard the footsteps. She didn’t hesitate to aim her gun, only to be met with Jesus’s concerned expression on the other end.

“Oh thank fuck” Y/N sighs holding her belly and the same flutter from seconds before happened again, making her sob as it was another moment missed. “I need to get home…”

“You need to get to the Hilltop, and I’ll take you”

“But—-“

“You’re escaping, Negan will flip Alexandria over first to find you if it comes to that. You’ll have to make do with Hilltop…besides. Maggie and Glenn are there and maybe bringing you there will stop their suicide mission to come and get you”

“W-Where’s—-“

“Daryl? We’ll get him once you’re safe, okay? Once you both are” Jesus reassures as he led the way for Hilltop, or at least far from the Sanctuary enough to Hotwire a vehicle and drive the rest of the way.

Arriving at the Hilltop felt weird, all Y/N thought while stuck in the Sanctuary was the second she escapes she’s going straight to Daryl. But this man still has some sort of chokehold on her and everyone knows he’ll come after her, it was best not to return to the obvious place first.

As the gates opened, Y/N was met with the sight of a sprinting Maggie coming toward her as she couldn’t contain her emotions anymore. She quickly met her halfway, latching onto her the second they embraced.

“Thank god you’re okay” Maggie sighs a whole lot of anxiety away the second Y/N was taken. “I know the others didn’t know til that night but I couldn’t let him—-“

“Yeah no I understand why you said it, Mags” Y/N pulls away wincing slightly as Maggie couldn’t help but gently touch the healing bruises on her neck. “It’s okay, I’m okay. She’s okay”

“We’re still gonna have you checked out” Glenn interrupts the two as he quickly brought Y/N in his embrace watching Maggie behind her be silently excited over the fact that she’s having a girl. The excitement in the dark times made him smile for the moment.

“Everyone’s still alive?”

“Yes” Glenn handed the canteen to Y/N before sitting with Maggie on the couch across her in the Barrington House. “There were a few fights that had happened with the Saviors, but Negan only came once here and once at Alexandria”

“Daryl?”

“Michonne has been keeping him sane enough until we came up with a plan to go and get you” Maggie frowns watching Y/N’s worry get to her again. “He’s okay, from what we’ve heard last…”

“Maggie and I were trying to come up with a safe way to get you. Jesus said every idea was too risky until someone scouted out the place”

“But thank god when he went to do so, he came back with yea. Hopefully the reunion you’re hoping for can happen soon” Maggie smiles watching Y/N lean back into the couch bringing her legs up onto it as she took notice of how protective she was over the tiny human she was preparing for. “Uhm. What happened with Negan when you were with him? Anything we can—-“

“Maggie, I don’t…”

“Right right. Sorry. You just got out. Selfish of me to jump right into—-“

“I don’t want to talk about it…but I can write it down”

Sometimes, when everything is still fresh, you have to do something. So while Y/N was stuck hiding out in the Hilltop until anything, she wrote everything down that she knew about the Sanctuary from what she saw and took notice of. She even drew a mock up of the lay out according to where she’s walked and where she’s been in.

While in the middle of a thought, Glenn opened the door to the trailer they were staying in looking at Y/N as she quickly took notice of him.

“Come on. We’ve got you something”

With a confused look, Y/N brought herself to follow her friend out of the trailer and inevitably toward the front of the Hilltop. Where she noticed Maggie hugging onto Rick given it’s been some time since they’ve seen each other. Since the line up. Wow. That day really separated a few for some time. And her heart started to quicken as her eyes scanned the field noticing Michonne, Tara, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Carl,…and him.

Daryl watched their backs when entering the Hilltop and it didn’t take the archer long to notice. No one said anything or dared to interrupt his current thoughts.

She’s alive

They’re alive

My girls

MY GIRLS!

The archer suddenly ran toward who he was staring at which led the others to look his way. Everyone felt a wave of relief when taking note of Y/N standing still, which brought on the following…

“Don’t tackle her Daryl!” Rick laughs watching the man slow his pace when getting close.

“Oh thank fucking god she’s alright” Michonne sighs as she started to make her way over but giving the two enough time.

Y/N instantly wraps her arms around Daryl’s neck pulling him close as he carefully brought his around her pulling her as close as humanely possible to his chest. The tears fell naturally from her eyes as she gripped onto her partner not wanting to let go any time soon. Not like he was going to either.

“He’ll pay Y/N…that fucking bastard will pay” Daryl felt the whimper escape from him as he was holding onto a lot of his feelings ever since she was taken. “He hurt my girls, he’s not living after this”

“Can we not talk about it…I just wanna be right here” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder feeling him adjust but still hold onto her, not ever wanting to let go.

After reuniting with the rest of her family, Daryl and Y/N were left alone in the trailer she’s been staying in as she was laying down in the bed with him right beside her. His hand resting on her belly waiting for it…then when the smallest kick happened, Daryl felt himself fall apart all over again as Y/N gently wiped away his tears.

She’s okay

They both are

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ghostboneswrites2 · 5 months ago

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Hii!!! This account has been my go-to for daryl fics since ive been into him. And i really love the way you write!! But since im a sucker for angst and anything cry-worthy, ive been wanting a fic where its in pre-negan and to negan's first appearance timeline— after rick decides to bring maggie to the hilltop to figure out what's wrong with her, the reader is to stay with gabriel to watch out for alexandria, but considering how her anxiety for daryl and the other's safety is eating her she went out to look for them, using the tracking skills daryl had taught her. The time she found the group was at the lineup, Abraham's head already bashed to a unidentifiable pulp. Due to the scene she couldnt help but act in fury and tried attacking negan but his men was able to catch up and before she could even lay a finger on negan, she was kneeling aswell. this triggers Daryl, not being able to see reader in such danger as he vowed to protect her at all cost and punched negan which causes him to stumble. And instead of glenn dying at Daryl's outburst, its the reader who gets a taste of lucille.

And i leave the rest to you! :DD

Well first of all anon I am HONORED to be your go to 🥹 please accept this flower as a token of my appreciation 🌸

Anyways, I’m an absolute sucker for angst and you have INSPIRED ME. I hope you’re ready for the b i g sad.

*ahem* *cracks knuckles*

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Warnings: blood, gore, profanity

With your teeth chewing tirelessly at your nail beds, the flesh had become raw. A faint hue of blood settled in between the cracks on your lips.

A deep pit had formed in your gut. It was vacuous, consuming. Your nerves were eating you alive. Nobody had come back yet. You knew it wouldn’t be a quick trip, but still. And nobody had radioed back in over an hour.

You sucked in a sharp breath, partially in hopes that the sensation of air filling your lungs would calm the rapid pace of your heart.

“Is something the matter?” Gabriel asked you, having picked up on your restlessness.

“We haven’t heard from them.” You said simply, foot tapping against the ground. Gabriel pressed his lips together and nodded.

“The Lord is with them. They’ll be okay.” He assured you. With a scoff, your rolled your eyes. Who was he to preach to you in times of need? What did he care? He left his entire congregation to be eaten alive.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You announced abruptly, pushing your chair back and exiting the room with haste. You stomped down the hall into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You stared at yourself for a while, begging your reflection for some guidance. Daryl told you to stay put. You made a deal with him a long time ago, never to break away from the plan unless you had no choice. However, would he sit idly by if he didn’t know you were safe? Surely not. You may have made a deal with him, but the two of you had also taken an oath to each other.

It was the silent, unspoken kind of promise. Neither of you needed to say it out loud, you just knew. You’d always protect each other, you’d always find each other, and you’d never leave the other behind. So why were you still standing there?

They would have contacted you by now if they were okay. That was the plan, and you never strayed away from the plan.

Without a second thought, you marched out of the bathroom and made hast to the armory, mapping out a plan in your mind as you did so.

……

The engine sputtered as you pulled the key from the ignition. You’d been driving for roughly an hour, following the route the others would have taken. You only pulled over when you saw the RV parked on the side of the road.

As you examined the scene around the vacant house-on-wheels, you were able to put Daryl’s teachings to use in identifying the tracks leading into the trees. The woods were eerily quiet as you followed the trail of disturbed undergrowth. Dusk was settling in, and the only sound to be identified were the rhythmic chirps of frogs and crickets.

Nightfall crept up on you quickly. Your breath had become visible in the moonlight, chills crawling all over you. Regardless, you pressed on. The night could throw anything your way, but you wouldn’t turn back. The idea that something was terribly wrong hadn’t eased. If anything, the feeling grew more dire, as if you were running out of time.

You had been consumed entirely by your thoughts at this point, worst case scenarios floating around in a sea of worry inside your mind. You were only brought back to the present when you caught a glimpse of shining lights just up ahead. Hurriedly, you crouched down into some shrubbery. The bright lights casted shadows through the leaves that danced over your face as you peered through the bushes to see what was going on.

It was hard to make out, but you could see a wall of people surrounding another RV. There was a voice, too, hidden behind the barricade of bodies. It was giving some kind of speech that you couldn’t quite pick up on. The people surrounding the scene were predatory in their demeanor, like a pack of hungry hyenas cornering their kill.

You watched for some time before you caught onto a second voice — one with more grit to it — and you recognized it immediately.

Rick was on the other side of these people, which meant the rest of your family was too. It meant Daryl would be there too.

As carefully as you could, you crawled closer, sticking low into to the shadows. You could almost make out what was being said when a strong pair of arms yolked you up by the waist. A gust of breath escaped you as your back impacted a solid chest. You flailed your arms and legs, hissing profanities in between your hunts and growls. Whoever it was struggled to contain you, but they were still just strong enough to hold you.

The people who previously had their backs to you parted, allowing entrance into their circle. The man who had your restrained dragged you into the middle. When you finally grew tired of struggling and had a chance to look around, you took it all in.

Your friends were all kneeling on the ground, shock and grief written all over their faces. People you’d never seen before surrounded you.

Your captor threw you down in to the dirt. You caught yourself with your hands. A pair of boots stepped in front of you. Your eyes followed them up to a face.

He was tall and menacing. A wide grin spear over his lips as he chuckled, swinging a bat over his shoulder.

“She was watching from the bushes, sir.” The man who found you reported.

“Huh.” He hummed, spinning on his heel to face Rick. “One of yours, I take it?”

Rick hesitated to nod. The man thought for a moment, as you continued to study the scene around you. When your eyes fell on Abraham — or, what used to be Abraham — a wave a nausea washed over you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress a gag.

“Oh, shit.” The man chuckled. “Guess you missed that part. See, that’s payback for fucking with me.”

“You cocksucker.” You growled, scowling as you lunched up at the man. Arms wrapped around you again, shoving you back down into the dirt. He dragged you over to Rick and the others, kicking you into place.

That was all Daryl could bare. His chest tightened, a sharp feeling darting from his core down into he tips of his fingers. His face went numb with nerves. He had no time to think. Before you could even push yourself off the ground, Daryl sprung forward and landed a solid punch across Negan’s face.

Two men quickly dragged Daryl back into place, one of them holding a familiar crossbow to his head. “Let me do it, boss.” The man begged.

Negan recollected himself quickly, laughing at the audacity required to attack him under such circumstances. Had he not made himself clear?

“Nah. That’s not gonna work.” Negan shook his head. “I told you. No exceptions.”

In the blink of an eye his bat was raised. Time slowed down, nearly halted for those around you. You looked up, tears flowing softly down your cheeks. For a moment, you felt peace. The next moment, fear. Finally, pain. A searing, crushing, all-consuming kind of pain. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. Your ears rang loudly, vision blurry and red. You blinked rapidly, throwing to clear whatever was in your eyes.

Gasps and sobs followed. Your friends and family around you watched in horror as you struggled to sit back up. It didn’t seem like you really registered what happened. You were too disoriented from the first blow to feel the second one.

You gurgled as tried to speak, blood spurting from your lips. Daryl’s cries rattled his body, barely able to make a sound as his breath seemed to be knocked out every time the bat fell down on your skull.

The only thing you could see was a blur of lights and shadows, tainted red with your own blood. For everyone else, the view was much more gruesome. Bits of bone and brain were hanging from your frizz of hair, some of which had been snagged on Lucille’s barbed wire dressing and ripped out. Only two blows from the bat and your were fully incapacitated, reduced to a bloody blubbering lump on the ground with a dent in your skull.

Weak with horror, Daryl lost the strength to sit straight. He fell tot he ground, attempting to drag himself toward you. A heavy boot pressed into his back, holding him firmly down.

Even Negan seemed to falter at the sight of his own destruction. Killing women was a new low for him, even with his track record. Especially in such a barbaric fashion. A sniffed and frowned, gripping Lucille tightly. It was too late for second thoughts. Daryl had to be taught a lesson. He had to understand how things would be from now on. There would be no more bravery or heroism. There would only be Negan.

He raised the bat once more, glancing over to Daryl as he groveled and sobbed below Dwight’s boot. The pain in Daryl’s eyes struck a chord in Negan. It was an unmistakable kind of reaction. The kind you could only bring out of a man when you were taking away the person he loved. Negan knew that feeling all too well. His eyes fell back down to you, twitching and squeaking with pain and confusion. He decided the best thing he could do for you was to swing hard and end your misery.

The final blow was the loudest, the messiest, the one nobody could bare to watch. Blood and brain matter splattered across those close to you. Daryl, Rosita, Negan, Dwight. Everyone was silent, save for a few sobs and the only pairs of eyes that never left you were those of Daryl and Negan. The man who loved you, and the man that killed you.

……

On days like this, Daryl found his peace in the woods. His fondest memories were there.

It was the only place he could still be close to you. Near the small streams, he’d hear echoes of your laughter from years passed. He’d see the glow in your hair as the rays of sunlight filtered through the treetops, and he’d smell your sun baked scalp in the wind, just like when he’d hug you tight and press his nose into your hair.

You were everywhere around him, even if you were long gone. He’d visit this spot often. Some found this place to be haunted. Too many bad memories plagued the grounds. But, to Daryl, it was sacred. It was the last place he saw you, living and breathing.

Your body was gone from there, but your presence lingered. Your blood had soaked into the dirt long ago, mingling with the rain as it watered the earth to sprout new life. When he cremated you, he spread the ashes here. You’d be part of the earth now and forever, and he’d always have this place to visit when he missed you.

Hell, he always missed you. He never stopped thinking about you. The war was over years ago, and new threats had risen and fell. Still, you were all around him. He vowed to protect you always. He may have failed at that, but he’d never allow himself to stop honoring you. He was the man who loved you, and he’d be the man who remembered you even when no one else did.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the bouquet of flowers he’d picked at the Kingdom. A long time ago, when he first escaped the Sanctuary, he returned to this spot to decorate it. He’d lugged heavy stones and sturdy branches over and arranged them around the spot where you died. Every time he came back, he wove flowers into the crevices between the stones and twigs. He swept away fallen leaves and shooed away unwanted pests. He’d bring random trinkets and pieces of jewelry he thought you’d like and arrange them atop the stones. There was a blend of old tarnished items, dead flowers, and the new trinkets and floral arrangements he’d brought just now.

The most important thing, though, was the handwritten letter he’d always bring along. He’d wait until he had enough to tell you, then he’d write up a lengthy letter, just to sit and read it to you there. This time, he could only write of how much he missed you. How dreary life had become without you. How he missed your sarcasm, your giggle, your voice, your singing. He talked about Judith and RJ, and how he wished he could have had a child with you. He was always afraid of fatherhood, but somehow it seemed possible with you. If only you were there.

When he finished, he let the tears flow freely. He cried to you, cried for you. Eventually he’d clean himself up and place a kiss on the necklace draped over the biggest stone. It was your necklace, the one you had never taken off since he met you. It was the last tangible part of you he was able to touch.

“See ya later.” He whispered as he walked away.

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richonnesbitch · 8 months ago

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Any favorite Richonne moments? Rewatching season 6 and forgot about Michonne immediately slamming the woman who punched Rick. I couldn’t help but think how that meme of kevin hart being held is so Richonne coded lmao

Every richonne moment is my favorite moment tbh 😂

I, too, really love when Michonne body slammed that random woman who punched Rick. And it being directly after their first night together makes it sexier. Like that is HER man, she's decided. Like, they're so iconic. Imagine every scene with your ship being their best scene. That's crazy!

But to answer your question I'll name a few of moments I especially love. Some of these are probably underrated, others probably not. It's not gonna be in any type of order because it's too hard to rank lol. But here are five.

1: Taking Judith To Hilltop

Whenever Carl is dying and Alexandria is getting bombed by the saviors, the group decides they need to evacuate to Hilltop. Rick asks Michonne, the person he trusts most in the world, to take Judith to Hilltop. And we all know how much Rick (and Michonne) loves his children so this was definitely a huge thing to ask. I just find it beautiful the amount of trust he has in her. I love that Andy quote where he's like "Rick trusts her with his life and his children's lives." I can't remember the full quote so I'm definitely paraphrasing but it's a great moment. And unfortunately I can't find a picture of the moment either.

2: Mowing Down Walkers with the RDIM

This whole scene is just so crazy to me. It starts off with Michonne annoyed she has to just stand around while everyone else does all the work. Fed up, she decides to ignore Thorne and take charge. She grabs the RDIM and runs and runs and runs pretty far away from everyone else, mowing down walkers along the way. And then all of a sudden who appears next to her? Rick. Do you know how fast he would have to have been running to catch up with her? He's crazy lmao! It's also really sweet in another way too because he knows she might get in trouble for this so he gets himself in trouble with her. Partners in crime! And also im sure he couldn't just let her run into a horde of walkers by herself. Anyway, they mow down the walkers and then Rick sets the RDIM up to explode and grabs Michonne's hand and runs away from the impending explosion with her. And if you notice when they go behind the tree, Rick puts her ahead of himself. He also shields her body with his when the explosion happens. We know what happens next. They start staring into each other's eyes and neither of them are capable of resisting each other so they have a little makeout session complete with tonguing and moaning. Classic richonne. Noticing their connection, Michonne says "come on" referring to how he should leave with her. He warns that "They'll find us, they will." She tells him "we'll make it so they can't." And he's under her spell so of course all his most recent refusal just goes out the window as he tells her "not like this." It ends with a signature forehead touch. I feel like this is a thing richonne generally does when they feel distant from one another. Physical touch is big for them so I feel like the forehead touching is a way to reconnect them I think. It's beautiful. So anyway they head back to the rest of the group to help. Thorne's goofy ass decides that Michonne, or Dana, is more trouble than she's worth and aims her big gun at her. Somehow Michonne's bodyguard Rick notices this immediately. It's crazy how he ALWAYS has eyes on her to protect her. No wonder she said she only feels safe with him. He sticks himself between the gun and Michonne, blocking her from Thorne's view and successfully saving her from being killed. I love seeing how protective Rick is of his lady.

3: Rv Hand Hold

So after their first kiss and first night together, they are tragically robbed of the chance to spend the morning together when Jesus lets himself into their home to speak to Rick. This world moves fast so they don't really get the time to breathe before Jesus and the rest of the group are on their way to Hilltop. Michonne sits bashfully in the passenger seat, wondering if last night meant as much to Rick as it did to her. And Rick notices this (because he always has eyes on her) and eases her mind by grabbing her hand. Of COURSE it meant as much to him as it did to you.

4: Michonne Saving Rick From Winslow

So I've talked about how much I love Rick being protective of Michonne but I also love when Michonne is protective of Rick. Okay so this moment happens when Rick and Michonne are trying to recruit those worthless useless garbage people to fight against the saviors. Their leader (who I'm not naming because fuck that bitch) wants to put Rick to the test like the dumbass she is. To test him, she decides to take him "up, up, up" which is code for "throw you in a hole you can't climb out of with no weapons while a spiked walker comes at you." Michonne, sensing this bullshit, nervously grabs Rick's hand to stop him. She goes to say something but Rick stops her and comforts her. He goes up there anyway and gives Michonne a reassuring nod once up there. The leader says some sort of bullshit to him, I don't know what because I zone out any time she speaks. Anyway she pushes him down the hole. Michonne screams at her "what did you do?!?!" before running to find Rick by looking through a hole. She yells his name and he looks around confusedly for a few seconds before figuring out where her voice is coming from. He lets her know he's okay. And then Winslow comes at him. Again he has no weapon so he frantically tries to climb out but to no avail. Michonne watching this through the hole yells directions to him. "The walls. USE them!" And he does! And it works! Michonne's plan works and she saves his life. It's just a fun example of how Michonne's guidance always helps Rick.

5: Unclenching His Fist

So after a very endearing family fun day for the Grimes family, it sadly gets cut short when Scott (or whatever his name is) delivers the news that some random ex savior (that really no one cares about) got killed by someone. This is bad news and Rick is visibly upset by this. Michonne notices this and reaches a hand out to him.

His hand is closed and she gently opens it.

She not only comforts him but let's him know this burden isn't only his. It's hers too. And that they will get through this together. Michonne has always been able to comfort Rick in a way no one else can and vice versa.

So in conclusion, these are just a few moments I really love and why I love them. Again I wanna say that every moment is my favorite richonne moment so this is definitely not a ranked list. I had to limit myself to just five because I could go on and on and on and on and on and on if you let me 😂 but if you wanna know more of my favorite moments I don't mind sharing them. Thanks for the ask! This was so fun to write.

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 1 year ago

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close to home | chapter forty eight

plot: the reader gets to Hilltop and reunites with her family

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,536 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! As promised, here is a long chapter

The trip to Hilltop was about fifteen miles or so, but the car held up. With the A.C. blasting and some old CD playing, it was actually a nice drive. And Tora enjoyed spreading out in the passenger seat. Each time you looked at her and remembered you were free, you were overcome with such joy that you wanted to pull over and cry.

But you knew you weren’t safe until you were inside those walls, and you wanted, more than anything, to be there.

You started recognizing the area decently well, and to make sure you saviors never find the car, you set it in neutral a few miles out and let it drive itself into a tree. Then, you and Tora set out on foot. Unfortunately for you, it started raining when you were halfway there.

It was nearing noon when you knew you were getting close, and with each step, your anxiety got the better of you. What if they’d left the community and headed back to Alexandria? And now the car was trashed, and you’d have to walk all the way there. You scolded yourself for being so stupid, for letting your excitement get in the way of reasoning.

When you finally arrived at Hilltop, and it was just a drizzle, you hesitantly waited behind a tree. Tora, soaking wet and in your arms, was getting impatient. But you'd like to scope out the area first. You waited a few minutes, watching a man stand at their watch post you didn’t know.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped at the sound behind you, and Tora scrambled out of your arms. You grabbed your new knife and spun around, ready to attack, when a hand wrapped around yours.

“Jesus,” You sighed. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Jesus laughed and let go of your hand. “You scared me. I couldn’t tell who you were while I was following you. Finally spotted Tora in your arms, and I knew.”

You shook your head and put your knife in the holster before giving him a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“Are you okay?”

You stepped away from the hug and nodded. “Daryl’s here? And Maggie?”

“So are Sasha and Enid. Come on, I’ll bring you inside.” He said.

You smiled, wiping wet hair from your face, and whistled for Tora, who followed you up the hill.

“What were you even doing out here anyway?” You asked.

“Gregory pissed me off; I needed air to cool off.”

You nodded and looked at the enormous walls that were now only meters away. The guard yelled down for them to open the gates, and slowly they pulled open.

Your stomach was riddled with nerves as you walked through the gates. The light rain didn’t keep anyone down; you watched the community work through it. You supposed they had to, with the saviors taking half of what they owned.

You were looking around instantly, trying to spot someone you loved. Finally, at the blacksmith hutch, you saw your cousin and dropped your bag. She was staring at you as if you were a ghost, and then broke out into a run.

Already crying, you ran toward her and met in an embrace. Her body shook against yours, and you don’t think you’d ever felt her hug you that tight. When she pulled away, she grabbed your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” She asked you.

You nodded, bringing her into another hug as you cried. You closed your eyes and squeezed yourself against her. “I’m so glad you’re okay, how’s the baby?” You asked.

“The baby’s fine,” She said.

When you opened your eyes and pulled away, you saw Enid and Sasha approaching you. You felt tears come on again, and you quickly gave them both a hug. Then, you heard one of the RV doors close, and you looked over to see Daryl walking out.

You covered your mouth as you choked back a sob. You watched him freeze when he saw you there, but you couldn’t wait. You broke out into a run, your boots thudding against the muddy ground. Your gaze stayed focused on him as he ran.

Your body slammed against his, and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You cried hysterically as he gripped you tight, and you dug your face into the crock on his neck. Your hand ran down the lengths of his hair a few times before you leaned back and cupped his face in your hands.

You didn’t hesitate before kissing him. You couldn’t take waiting any longer. You kissed him quickly like you couldn’t get enough of him. Like each movement of his lips brought life back into your body. You didn’t care that you could taste both of your tears; you were just so relieved to be back in his arms. To be with him again.

“I missed you,” You told him between each kiss, “I missed you so damn much.”

When your feet were on the ground again, you couldn’t help but pull his face towards yours for another kiss. His hands squeezed around your waist, and you had to pull away from him so you could cry.

“I thought ya didn’ get out,” Daryl said, breathing heavily and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to cry. “I was so scared. Maggie wouldn' let me go try and find ya, was tryin' find a way to get outa here.” He admitted to you, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder. You pressed a few long kisses against the side of his head.

“I’m here; it just took me a little while,” You told him reassuringly.

That was when you felt the presence of others, and you and Daryl pulled apart. Maggie, Enid, Sasha, and Jesus were waiting for you. You felt your heartache at Maggie and Sasha’s pained expression, and you walked over to your cousin to give her another hug.

“I’m so sorry, Maggie.” You whispered to her.

“Let’s get you inside, we can go to my trailer. Let’s get some food in you,” Maggie told you.

You nodded and let her walk you towards the trailer she lived in. You grabbed Daryl’s hand as you passed him, not that he needed any encouragement to follow you anywhere. You whistled for Tora, who came running.

Once inside, Maggie quickly found some dry clothes, and everyone turned so you could quickly get dressed. Maggie busied herself by making you a sandwich, and when you saw it was peanut butter and jelly, you laughed.

“Where’d you find this?” You sat down at the table and quickly devoured it. Then, after Maggie told you about Jesus’ last run, you spoke through a full mouth. “The Kingdom gave me a shit ton of food. It’s in my bag.”

They laughed at you, aside from Daryl, who nervously paced and kept looking at you. When you nodded towards the seat next to you, he sat down.

“How the hell did you end up there?” Maggie asked you.

You wiped crumbs from your mouth, took the glass of water Maggie had given you, and took a long sip before you answered. “It’s a long story. Everything is a long story.”

“I need to know everything,” Maggie said, grabbing your hand across the table. “What did they do to you?”

You gulped and looked around at Enid, Sasha, and Jesus. Daryl knew parts of what happened, and Maggie knew nothing. You slowly nodded. “Okay. I was held in this closet of sorts. I don’t know what it was. I was there for… two or three days, I think. And one of Negan’s wives came to me--”

“One of his wives?” Sasha asked you.

You nodded. “He has several. The one that came to me was Sherry. She brought me to this room where the wives mostly stayed. She showed me what was going to be my room. And she told me… she told me that if I didn’t submit to Negan that it would mean bad things for... for Daryl.” You said, looking at him. He was staring at you, biting his lip, and shaking his leg with anxiety.

You turned back to everyone else as you touched Daryl’s knee. “So I did. I said I was Negan, and I agreed to marry him. Sherry told me she had been in the same situation and had to do the same. So that’s what I did because I was scared.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Maggie rubbed your hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Once I was his- his wife, things changed. Sherry showed me around. I got to take whatever I wanted. I got to just take things. I didn’t feel right about it. And the wives… guys, they weren’t evil women. They were just like me. Scared. Desperate to live or help their families live. I couldn’t hate them. I tried, but I couldn’t. And not Sherry. She helped me with everything.

“And Negan, he took a liking to me, I guess. He did things for me. He brought Tora to me. And when Carl came, he let me talk to him. Sherry told me Negan didn’t do anything like that.”

Maggie looked at you and squeezed your hand. “Did he…?”

You shook your hand. “No. There’s a rule about that kinda stuff. It’s not allowed. If you even try it… you’ll be killed. But Negan knows the wives were only doing it because they had to. They wouldn’t have said yes otherwise. And I knew, I knew that if I was there any longer, I would have to do the same.”

“That bastard,” Sasha muttered.

You took a deep breath and blinked back a few tears. “I’m okay. I am. Sherry planned it all. She got Daryl out. We had to take a different exit and just needed to put as much distance between us and the compound. And then she told me she wasn’t coming with me. She wanted to leave, get far away. And she was gone, and I couldn’t find my way here. I was lost in the woods for days.

“When I finally found a town, I guess it was near the Kingdom. They saved me and brought me back. I met Morgan there. I got there only a day after you left,” You looked at Daryl. “I met Ezekiel and everyone else. They wanted me to stay, but I couldn’t. I wanted to come home.”

Maggie stood up from the table and gave you another hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too."

***

Eventually, Enid, Sasha, and Jesus departed, and Maggie followed soon after. They were working at making as many weapons as possible, and she had gained some leadership roles. You weren’t surprised.

So it was finally just you and Daryl, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. He looked so defeated and run down. It broke your heart.

“Ya want somethin’ else to eat?” He asked you, “I can make ya ‘nother sandwich.”

You shook your head and reached out to him. Daryl let you touch him, of course he did, because he’d been craving that touch for weeks. So you climbed onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to sit, but you didn’t care.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more,” You told him, hiding your face in his neck.

Daryl shook his head as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Ya did everything,”

You started to cry again. “I’m so sorry, Daryl.”

“Don’ say sorry. ‘M the one who should be sorry. I couldn’ protect ya like I promised I would. I couldn’ stop them from tryin’...”

You leaned back and looked at his face, brushing away his hair so you could see him. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. It wasn’t your fault.”

Daryl nodded, and you could see tears forming, and you knew that moment would haunt him for a long, long time. You leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose.

“It wasn’t your fault.” You told him.

“Do ya promise he didn’ touch ya?” He asked you.

“Negan didn’t touch me. I promise.” You reassured him, running your fingertips down the side of his face. “God, I missed you so much,”

You were kissing him again, hard, trying to show him how much you missed him. Tears burned your eyes as you did, and you sighed into him. His chest was moving quickly against yours, and he squeezed your waist. It was like a reflex to him, and you loved it.

You pulled away before the kiss led to other things, and you looked at his face, taking in the bruises and cuts, the bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted, and you knew he probably wasn’t sleeping. You furrowed your eyebrows and ran your fingers against his face again.

“You’re the most handsome man in the world,” You whispered, giving him one final, light kiss. “I thought about you all the time. I watched you from that wives' room. Out on the fence. I’m sorry they did that to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it.”

“Stop,” Daryl whispered. “Please don’ say ya sorry.”

You closed your eyes and nodded. “I don’t wanna be apart again. I know things were up in the air before, and I know things are going to be harder, and we’re going to war with the saviors. But I can’t do that again. I wanna be with you. Always.”

“Nothin’ gonna take ya away from me again,” Daryl told you. You knew that was him agreeing to it. Agreeing to be with you, whatever that means in this world.

“We should go out and help,” You finally said. “There’s a lot to do. And I wanna help.”

“Just like at the prison, throwin’ ya self right in there.”

You smiled and slowly moved off his lap. “Why would you expect anything else, Daryl Dixon?”

When you stepped outside, the sun was breaking through the clouds. You looked up at it and smiled, enjoying the feeling of it being on your skin. You’d missed it so much when you were at the Sanctuary, and this was nearly heaven to you. It was a blissful feeling.

You spotted Maggie at the blacksmith and led Daryl over to her. She smiled when she saw the two of you, even though it had only been a few minutes since she did. When you asked her what she needed you to do, she put you and Daryl to work. She asked Daryl to help with the blacksmith and you to help her tend to the gardens.

You knew Daryl didn’t like the idea because he wanted to stay close to you, but you gave him a reassuring nod and followed Maggie to get the supplies and head to the garden. Besides, you could see each other clearly.

“So you two are together now?” Maggie asked you, handing you gardening gloves.

“We were before, just… I don’t know. We are.” You said quietly, as guilt consumed you. “Maggie, where’s his grave?”

She froze for a moment and looked up at you. “He’s here. I should’ve brought you sooner. I know how much you loved him.”

Her words stabbed your heart, and you followed her to where the graveyard was. Only two bodies were buried there. Glenn and Abraham. She brought you over to Glenn’s, and you knelt beside it.

Tears spilled out, and you placed your hands on the dirt. “I miss him,” You said quietly, “Both of them.”

“Me too,” Maggie said.

You looked up at her then, at your beautiful, strong cousin. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I am so sorry, Maggie,” You said.

“Hey, you didn’t know what Negan would do. You were trying to save Daryl. I don’t blame you or him for anything,” Maggie grabbed your hand. “He’s a monster and a killer. Glenn was beautiful. And we both know he would’ve been glad it was him instead of one of us.”

You nodded slowly and squeezed her hand. “Daryl blames himself.”

“I know. He won’t really talk to me.” Maggie said, “I don’t blame him. He’s the only one that had the courage. He couldn’t have known…”

“I love you, Maggie.” You told her. “We’ll make this right. He’ll pay for it.”

Maggie smiled at you, “I love you too, (Y/N).”

***

You helped Maggie with whatever she needed for the rest of the day and then sat with Enid and Sasha in the trailer while Maggie finally talked to Daryl. You knew that what you told her affected her, and you knew how much she loved and respected Daryl. You were all family.

When Maggie returned with teary eyes, she looked relieved and hugged you. Then she sat down with you and helped herself to a second plate of the meat pie that was made for her and, by extension, you.

“Daryl’s been sleeping in a tent in the back, says there’s too many people here,” Enid told you. “It’s been me, Sasha, and Maggie, so I guess I don’t really blame him.”

“He seemed like a burden was off his shoulder, but he might need some company.” Maggie told you.

You nodded and finished your last bite of dinner. “Subtle.” You told the two of them, to which they chuckled. It was good to see Maggie laugh.

After clearing your plate and kissing your cousin on the head, you left the trailer. The night air was cooler, and thousands of stars were in the sky. It was breathtaking, and one of the things you loved about this new world. No light pollution.

Daryl was sitting at one of the tables, and you approached him slowly, giving him a once-over. You didn’t want to crowd him after his conversation with Maggie.

“Hey, old man,” You said quietly, walking up to him.

He grunted, “Not an old man.”

You smiled at his words and looked at his plate. “Finish that, okay?”

He nodded, and you sat down next to him. Well, he was sitting on the table while you took the bench. You watched him eat, not seeing his face well because of the night, but enough. He looked so handsome, despite how rough he looked.

“I hear you got a tent. Room for one more?”

Daryl looked at you then. “I thought ya woulda wanted to be in there.”

You shook your head, “I love them, and I’m so happy to be here, but I don’t miss all of us cramped in one space. Besides, I wanna be with you, Daryl. So, do you have room for me?”

He stood up and jumped down, then reached out for your head. “I’ll make room.”

The tent behind the medical trailer that belonged to him was decently big. It reminded you of the tents you used to have camping with your family. There was enough room for two people to fit comfortably, but that was about it.

Daryl turned on a lantern and you watched with a smile as he moved around things to make room for you. Smiling to yourself, you zipped up the tent behind you and helped him spread out the blanket and pillow, and move everything else to the side. You took off your knife holster and set it with your boots, and then slid out of your leggings and took off your bra.

“Sorry, it’s on the ground,” Daryl said to you quietly.

“You realize I’m the same woman who spent weeks sleeping next to you on the ground without a tent, right?” You said. “You don’t have to be nervous around me. It’s me, okay?”

He nodded and pulled the cover back for the two of you. Within a few seconds, you were cradled in his arms, and the lantern was out. Your cheek pressed against his shoulder, and his arm around your waist. The blanket was wrapped around the two of you, keeping you from the chilly night air.

“I missed this,” You mused, bringing your leg up to rest against his and trying to get closer to him.

Daryl kissed the top of your head, and you smiled, soaking up your pure happiness. You never thought you would have this again. And now that you did, you would never give it up.

“What ya did for me, back there, I don’ know how I could ever repay ya,”

You looked up at him, “Daryl, you never have to. After everything you’ve done for me. I would’ve done anything to keep you safe.”

“Ya married him to keep me safe. I don’t…” His voice trailed off. “It’s all I could think ‘bout.”

You pressed your hand against his cheek and propped yourself on your other arm. “Of course I did. And you never have to thank me for it. Never.”

“(Y/N)...”

“I’m here. I’m right here.”

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seriesxwriting · 2 years ago

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Lost time

W Negan!

Series- the walking dead

Warnings- murder (use of guns), swearing, kissing , mentions of blood/death. Negan stuff basically.

Summary- you are Negan’s wife from before the world went to shit. You finally find each other after years of thinking the other was dead.

“What’s going on?” I whispered to Rick trembling on my knees surrounded by the saviours. “I don’t…” rick was cut off my the sound of whistling. The door of the RV opened in front of us after Simon tapped on it. A tall man dressed in a tight leather jacket and skin tight trousers stepped out into the darkness. He had a baseball bat over his shoulder as he walked forward towards us in a line.

“This looks fun, you lot look scared as shit- anyone pissed themselves yet?” He laughed out loud, but I knew that voice. I’d never forget that voice.

“My name is-

“-Negan?” I gasped covering my mouth with my hand as a tear fell down my face and I dropped off my knees onto the backs of my legs. “Y/n?” His forehead wrinkled as he froze in his place. “Shit- I was here to make an entrance” “wh- what’s happening here?” I winced practically shaking in my spot with more tears falling now.

“Get her into the RV” he ordered to Simon ignoring my question. “She doesn’t need to see what happens to the rest of them” negan looked back down the line. I instantly felt rough hands grabbing at me pulling me upwards. “BE CAREFUL” neagan shouted storming over and pushing Simon off me. He stumbled backwards looking confused and definitely embarrassed.

Neagan wrapped an arm around my lower back guiding me to the RV “what are you doing neagan what are you doing” I shook my head grabbing his hand not letting him go. “just get in the RV y/n you don’t need to see this” his hand brushed my hair off my wet face. He smiled at me exhaling as his hand then wiped the tears away. “see what?” I asked following his sentence instantly taking the hand on my face in mine.

“If you don’t wait in there I will get Simon to shoot one of them now- I’m trying to protect you” negan frowned sounding ice cold getting defensive now. “Please just talk to me first- please” I begged him with my eyes.

“If I still mean anything to you- please” “I have people waiting on me y/n I can’t just drop everything because you want to catch up” he hissed after taking a look around the scene. All his men and my people were watching us now. “You can” i nodded looking into his eyes squeezing his hand gently.

“Fine” negan nodded at the RV door after a few seconds. “watch them, keep them in line! I’ll be five minutes” he pointed at my group before shutting us in the RV. I looked at him for a second and he looked at me before I collapsed into a hug holding his neck never wanting to part again. “I can’t believe your Alive” I whispered softly.

Slowly his arms wrapped around me and his hand held my head into his chest “I thought you were gone” he exhaled giving in to the weak emotion of love. “I can’t believe I found you” negan lowered his head kissing the top of my head. “Yeah but like this?” I pulled away from the hug looking at him still.

“Are you gonna kill them? Do your men want to kill me?” “No one’s touching you” neagan’s jaw locked in anger with the thought of that happening. “But don’t ask me not to kill them- did you see what they done to my out post? To my men?” Negan half laughed.

“You mean- What I did?” I bit my lip making my eyes wonder, his hand came up to his face and he closed his eyes letting out a deep sigh. “You helped kill my men?” “Well I didn’t know they were your men! But what your doing at the hilltop- that’s wrong” “wrong? Have you seen this world recently?” He let out a small laugh looking straight back at me.

“There still human- we’re all human! we’re breathing we’re alive” “so what you did at the outpost? That was right huh” “no” I shook my head sadly looking at our feet.

“What do you want from me y/n- right now what are you trying to get” “you- I just want you” I answered him softly and honestly, a small smile grew on his face. “Then come back with me to the sanctuary, we can have a life again- forget about them” negan tried to convince me stepping so our body’s were touching. “You know me, better than anyone, I can’t just forget about them I won’t” I shook my head vigorously. “I’d be dead if it wasn’t for everyone out there- they’ve all helped save my life multiple times I owe them my life negan”

Negan sighed rubbing his temple before holding my waist with a hand. “y/n I know what your getting at but I can’t just-.” “Do you remember that time a few years ago, we were at a party and some dude tried to grope me when you were in the bathroom?” I asked him desperately. “Mmh” negan hummed remembering back. “And that random man saved me from- from being prey to that dirt bag” “don’t” negan shook his head closing his eyes. “Do you remember what you said to that man who saved me negan?”

He exhaled before looking at me in the eyes again. “Anyone who protects my girl has my respect for life” he whispered making me smile as another tear fell down my face. “But the world has changed” “but where we stand hasn’t- I still love you negan- unless where you stand isn’t with me…” “I love you y/n- that’s never changed” he whispered wiping my tear away with his thumb. “Just make peace with us- be with me but this is the only way, what do you want more” I questioned.

Negan pulled away picking his bat up and examining it. “I named her after you- she’s all I had left of you” he told me quietly. I didn’t know what he was going to say I was so scared. Out of nowhere he tossed the bat behind him, it fell with a clatter. “I want you” he stepped back toward me guiding my face into his. Kissing me again after all this time, all these years, It felt so right. We were back together finally. He held me close to his body clutching my waist as I held his face.

“Promise me peace” I whispered against him. “I promise you peace” he told me kissing me again.

In that magical moment we heard gunfire from outside. We turned to look at the door before hearing another one. I ran to swing the door open while negan grabbed his bat. I stepped outside to floods of tears and death. “What happened!” Neagan boomed seeing Glenn and Abraham dead on the floor.

“They tried attacking me” one of the men shrugged with out a care still holding his gun up. “NO” negan shouted. “NO NO NO NO” he carried on before smashing his bat into the floor.

My eyes watered seeing two dead bodies and Maggie whaling for her husband in her weak state. Negan held his gun out and squeezed with out hesitation shooting the murder in the head. “Let that be a lesson- You wait for my orders!” Negan shouted at his men. “I said watch them- NOT SHOOT THEM”.

“It’s done” I cried looking at my husband. “We killed your outpost, you killed two of us- it’s over, there’s peace now right?” I sobbed as he looked at me sympathetically, his eyes soft. Negan came over to me hugging me tight holding my head. “There’s peace” he whispered kissing the top of my head.

“Your letting us go?” Rick frowned filled with confusion. “You have y/n to thank for your worthless lives” negan confessed giving Rick a dirty look and keeping me evidently close to him. “You go back to Alexandria, all of you- but if I find you’ve touched even one of my men” “you’ll what?” I asked looked up at him. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that” he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Clear out” negan yelled at his men. On command they all got into vehicles and drove away leaving negan with me and the rest of my group.

“Maggie” I whispered ran up to her as she crawled over to Glenn. “Thank you” she looked up at me with sparkling eyes from her tears. “Are you coming back with us?” Rick asked me looking at negan who was looking at me. “I’ll be back- but I need to catch up with my husband” I nodded with a little smile. I hadn’t used that word in so long.

Carl out of nowhere came to hug me “please be back” he whispered squeezing me. “I’ll be back” I ruffled his hair underneath his hat. Rick came over to hug me. “Nuh uh” negan coughed from where he was standing.

I turned around to look at him shaking his head. “Seriously?” Rick asked raising an eyebrow. “I don’t like how you look at her rick” negan frowned clutching his bat. “Or me” he continued. “I’ll see you soon” I whispered patting him on the arm before walking back over to negan.

His arm slid round my waist as he led me to his car leaving the RV for my group. “I didn’t mean for that to happen” he told me after a moment of silence “I know” I whispered sadly.

He opening the car door for me. “You haven’t changed that much, your still a gentleman” “for you and only you” he kissed my hand smirking. And with that Negan drove me back to sanctuary, so we could catch up on lost time.

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topazy · 5 months ago

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Little dark age

Paring: Rick Grimes × reader

Warning: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 1.02

It’s hard to hold a smile back when Glenn looks so happy when he speeds by the van in the sports car. Everyone was so caught up in talking about Merle being left behind that they failed to notice.

“Who’s Daryl?” Ricks asks.

Morales snorts, “Merle’s brother, he’s going to be so pissed. It's probablyIt's probably best if Sammie tells him Merle was left behind.”

“Yeah,” T-dog says in agreement. “He won’t beat her ass.”

You turn back to squeeze his shoulder and say, “T, this wasn’t your fault; it was an accident.”

The rest of the ride back to the hilltop where your camp is set up is mainly in silence, aside from Morales giving the new guy directions. The guys weren’t wrong; Daryl Dixon was going to kick up one hell of a storm when he found out his brother hadn’t come back with the rest of you.

When you finally reach the camp, the first thing you see is Glenn standing by the red sports car. He drove back proudly, a wide smile on his face. Flatly, Rick asks, “Is this the place?”

“Yeah, home sweet home,” you snort. “It’s not so bad; most of the guys here are alright, a couple of assholes, but you’ll get used to working in law enforcement.”

“A cop?”

“Oh yeah. He’s told us plenty of times how he was a sheriff's deputy.”

You slide the door open, jump down from the van, and immediately receive a warm hug from Dale. “I’m glad to see your back without a scratch on you. Glenn told me you both had a couple of close calls.”

“It’s definitely an interesting story,” you laugh. You catch Shane’s gaze and greet him with a slight head nod before looking over your shoulder at Rick; he was still sitting inside the van, rubbing his eyes.

As others in your group reunite with their families, Shane asks, “How’d y’all get out of there anyway?”

“A new guy helped save our asses.”

“New guy?” He questions.

You walked towards the truck and knocked on the side of it, getting Rick’s attention. “Hey, sheriff, you should come meet everyone.”

Looking sad and unsure, Rick gets out of the truck and slowly makes his way towards everyone. Your eyes shift between him and Lori, who was consoling her son, who was crying. You really hoped, for the sake of the sake of the kids, that your theory was right. After a few seconds, Rick stops walking. He points and whispers, “Oh my god.”

Rick and Carl run to each other and say, “Dad! Dad!”

Lori looks shocked at first and stares stunned at her husband and son. Carl leaps into his dad's arms, causing them to both go down to the ground. While sobbing, Rick picks his son up and goes over to his wife for the three of them to reunite as a family.

Tears swelled in your eyes; it was the first time in a long time you’d seen such a sweet interaction.

—

Sitting atop the RV, legs dangling over the edge, you keep watch while everyone else is tucked up in their tents. There had been no movements, and the only sounds you could hear were light snoring and animals in the distance.

It was starting to become concerning that Daryl hadn’t returned from tracking since you'd been back.

Hearing footsteps, you flick the torch on and shine it where the sound is coming from while hoovering your thumb over your gun's safety. When you see it’s only Shane, you lower your weapon and say, “I thought Jim was on the next shift.”

“He was, but I couldn’t sleep, so I told him I’d take this one.”

He climbs up the RV and sits down beside you. Shane wasn’t one to usually show his emotions, but it seems like something has gotten under his skin. You reach for your backpack and say, “I got you something.”

“Oh.”

You pull out two packs of cigarettes and hand them to him. Before the apocalypse, you only ever smoked when drunk at a social gathering like a party, but now you allow yourself to indulge every once in a while. It was something you needed to completely nip in the bud, but the stress that came with living life the way you did didn’t make it easy.

When you pop the cigarette between your lips, Shane lights it for you, then does the same for himself.

“What do you think of Ed?” You ask quietly.

“He’s an abusive asshole. Why?”

You try to figure out the right wording for what you want to say next, and eventually you lick at your lips. “We have all seen the bruises on Carol. How long do you think it is before we see them on Sophia?”

“If it’s true, then Sophia’s life will become worse the older she gets.”

Everyone knew how bad of a man Ed was and that he abused his wife. But recently, there had been whispers about how he ‘looked’ at Sophia. The main reason you became a cop was to keep kids safe, but it was much harder to do that in a world already gone to shit. You finish your cigarette, then toss it to the ground. “Everyone is so concerned with keeping an eye on the dead that we forget how monstrous humans can be.”

Shane takes a deep inhale before saying, “I’ll keep an eye on it.”

—

Hearing a commotion, the closer you get to camp, the more you draw your weapon and step in front of Amy protectively. It’s not until you hear T-dog say someone’s got a knife that you sprint forward, holding Amy’s hand tightly to make sure she doesn’t get lost behind you.

When you reach the RV, you see Shane putting Daryl into a chokehold and then forcing him to the ground. “What the hell is going on?”

“Daryl didn’t take the news about Merle well,” Glenn says.

You swat at Shane’s shoulder, “Get off him.”

The former cop moves off him, then Rick kneels down so he’s eye level with Daryl. “I’d like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?”

Shaking your head, you offer Daryl your hand and help pull him up. Merle was the only family Daryl had left; of course, he wouldn’t take it well that his brother was left behind to die. As Rick and T-Dog explain what happened, you watch as Daryl wipes tears out of his eyes. He was struggling to hold it together.

You felt bad for him.

After some back-and-forth discussion, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and T-Dog decided to go back into the city to the building Merle was left in. Much to Lori and Shane’s dismay, understandably Lori didn’t want her husband gone again, and Shane was worried about the lack of bodies around camp.

Reloading his gun in preparation to leave camp, T-dog asks. “Sammie Rose, are you coming?”

“No, she’s staying.”

You frown at Shane, who answered for you, “Excuse me?”

Sighing, he steps out of earshot from the others and waves you over. Arms crossed, you walk over to Shane, waiting to hear his explanation: “Rick’s taking a lot of manpower with him; I’m going to need all the help I can get. I would massively appreciate it if you stayed in camp.”

You contemplated what to do; you had a routine with Glenn whenever you went on supply runs, and it went without saying you trusted him, T-dog, and even Daryl to watch your back. But at camp, who would have your back the same way they would? Something so minor has your head spinning.

“Sammi?” Carl walks up beside me, his eyes bloodshot from crying. “Are you going back into the city with my dad?”

You look behind the young boy and lock eyes with Rick, who looks beyond guilty. It couldn’t have been an easy decision for him to make. Smiling, you look back down at Carl and say, “I’m staying where you are. Besides, I believe I promised to show you how to start a fire. But only if your mom and dad are okay with it.”

Rick looks over and nods.

Lori sighs. “That’s fine, but Carl, you stay close to Sammi Rose and don’t wander off.”

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Crouching down by the rocks in the quarry, you do your best to stay out of view of the other women. You liked them but didn’t want to revive another lecture about smoking, so until you’d finished your cigarette, your plan was to stay out of sight. Sitting in the long grass, you lean back against a rock, enjoying the peacefulness, until you hear Shane’s agitated voice.

“Lori, I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Shane, shut up. Don’t!”

You were confused. The last time you saw Shane, he was teaching Carl to hunt for frogs, and they seemed to be having a lot of fun. Curiosity gets better if you and Lori look over just as Lori walks over to him and pushes him back before slapping at his chest. You suspected they had sex previously, but listening to them argue only confirms your theory.

“Sammi?”

You leap to your feet and loudly ask, “Did you catch any frogs?”

“No,” Carl says, shaking his head. “My mom says I’m to go back to camp.”

You glance over the young boy's shoulder to see both Lori and Shane staring at you wide-eyed and terrified. You just hoped the kid didn’t hear anything. Smiling, you say, “Your mom’s just coming.”

Lori keeps her head low as she walks by you; Shane, however, doesn’t move his gaze from you.

—

“It’s not my business, Shane. I don’t want to hear about it.”

“I thought Rick was dead,” he murmurs. “He’s my best friend... I never would have—”

You toss the butt of your cigarette on the ground and start to walk towards the water to finish doing your laundry. “Seriously, the less I know, the better.

Rick seems like a nice family guy, but you weren’t about to get dragged into some kind of soap opera drama. When you get closer, you look down and see Ed gripping ahold of Carol on the arm and dragging her by it. The other women were trying to intervene, but it only caused Ed to become aggressive towards them as well.

“Shit!”

You jump down the small path and slam into Ed, causing him to stumble back and let go of his wife. Andrea catches Carol, who is sobbing, before she falls back. Ed regains his balance and slaps you hard across the face; your cheek stings almost immediately.

Shane appears behind Ed, gripping him by the shirt. He drags him further away, tosses him to the ground, and starts punching him repeatedly. It’s only when Carol begs for him to stop that Shane stops beating him.

“You put your hands on your wife, your little girl, or anybody else in this camp one more time; I will not stop next time. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?”

Ed slurs in response, “Yes.”

“I’ll beat you to death, Ed.”

Shane punches him once for time, then stands, kicking him in the side. Carol runs to her husband's side, sobbing apologetically, while the other women stare at Shane, horrified. Finally, lowering your hand from your cheek, you chase after him. Maybe it was wrong, but Ed was nothing but an abusive asshole who had it coming; it would just take the others time to see things that way.

Shane flinches when you grab his arm. He raises his arm to swing it back, but stops noticing it’s you. “I—he—fuck.”

“Come back to camp with me. I’ll clean your knuckles up.”

#the walking dead #little dark age #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes/you #rick grimes x you #Rick Grimes #Rick Grimes fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #little dark age 1.02 #rick grimes x reader

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hawkeyetrained · 2 years ago

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Negan’s Sister

Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader Negan x sister!reader

Warnings: angst, language

Summary: My take on s6ep16 and what follows. No real spoilers, it’s pretty much a rewrite and I changed the plot a bit. Negan finds his sister, who he thought was dead, in the line up

Word Count: 2,369

The group had been keeping something from me, and a lot of the other Alexandrians, and I could tell it was something big. I had tried getting Rick or Daryl to tell me but every time I brought it up, they just dropped the subject or didn’t answer. I was starting to get frustrated, especially with my best friend being pregnant. Maggie was only a month or two along and I was so happy for her, she being just as happy. I thought it would only be fair for the group to tell me so I could help protect Maggie no matter what.

“Daryl!” I begged for the hundredth time in the past hour. “Why won’t you guys tell me anything? You leave one night with ten guns and come back with no ammo and no explanation. What’s going on?” I pulled at my hair.

“Y/N, I just can’t tell you. Rick’s orders.” He sighed and rested his head on the table.

“Look, my best friend in the whole world is pregnant and I need to be able to protect her! She’s like the sister I never had.” I told him, my face getting red with my anger.

“You don’ need’a protect her from anythin’.” He put his hands on his head, his voice full of sadness.

I groaned. “Then where did the bullets go?” He didn’t respond, just kept sitting at the kitchen table. “Fine.” I grumbled and stood up, harshly sliding my chair back into place and stalking upstairs. I went into the room Daryl and I now shared and slammed the door.

“Don’ be such a child!” I heard Daryl yell up the stairs.

“Fuck off!” I screamed back.

I had been in the room for a few hours, not trusting myself to go back down in case Daryl were to set me off again. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the front door open and shut, then two rushed voices started talking downstairs before footsteps came up the stairs and a knock sounded at my door. “Y/N?” I heard Rick ask softly.

“What do you want?” I spit through clenched teeth.

“I need your help.”

“Bull shit.” I called. “You haven’t needed my help for the past month and a half.”

He sighed. “It’s Maggie. We need to get her to the Hilltop now. She’s in a lot of pain.” My head snapped up and I scrambled to open the door, my weapons belt already on my waist.

“What’s wrong? Is she ok? Is the baby alright?” I ran out of the room with him following behind closely. “Where?”

“RV, we need to go now. She was askin’ for you.” I ran out of the house and down the street to the waiting RV, most of our group already inside.

“Maggie?” I walked on and went into the back where the beds were. She laid on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth clenched together with sweat dripping down her head. “Oh my god.” I knelt down on the carpet and took her hand in mine. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’re going to get you to Hilltop and have Jesus’s people look at you.” I told her softly, a small smile on my face as to not freak her out anymore. Someone started up the RV and we drove out, the group packed together and sat in silence, except for Maggie’s moans of pain.

I sat with her the whole way; my hand held in hers even as she fell asleep halfway through. We didn’t make it as quickly as we hoped, road blocks seemingly set up at every possible turn towards Hilltop. Groups of men, each larger than the last, all armed with huge guns and enough cars to block us in all said the same thing, that we needed to give them everything we had. I had stayed back in the RV with Maggie as the group dealt with the people and tried to figure out what to do.

“You alright back here?” Rick asked, coming up beside me as the RV continued down the road.

“Yeah, I guess. She’s holding out.” I spoke.

“Guys. It’s another block.” I heard Eugene say with a shaky voice.

“Shit.” Rick cursed and went to the front of the RV.

When they came back in, they sat at the table with a map for a while, trying to find another way to the Hilltop. We realized that there would probably be more men at every turn and huffed in defeat. We sat silently, Aaron taking my spot, and I, now with Rick up front. Eugene came up with the idea of us getting as close as possible before letting us out and him continuing driving, drawing the attention to him as we snuck through the woods. Rick gave in and had us pack up weapons, another pistol getting tucked in my waistband. I had to admit, Daryl and Glenn not being on the RV had me worried, but I couldn’t do anything if he didn’t want to face me right after I yelled at him like I did.

The men helped Maggie onto a homemade stretcher and carried her out of the RV and into the surrounding woods with us. I stayed beside Maggie, keeping an eye on the woods around us as we walked. Maggie’s face was covered in sweat, and she looked pale with the dark circles under her eyes standing out. She groaned in pain every time one of the men jostled her, resulting in them saying sorry more than a million times. We were making pretty good time until two-note whistles filled the air, grabbing our attention. I pulled out my gun as we ran forward, hoping to hit a clearing so we could see through the darkness, and fortunately we did. We set Maggie down and stood around her protectively, keeping our guns raised high. “Good, you made it.” Someone with blonde hair and a scared-up face said, coming out from behind a tree. “We’ll take your weapons now.”

“We can talk about…” Rick got cut off sharply.

“We’re done talking.” The man snapped. “Gonna need you on your knees.”

“Dwight!” Someone else called. My head snapped to the voices location and fear filled my heart, praying nothing would happen to us.

“Yeah!” He yelled back. “Alright, let’s meet the man.”

We were shoved to the ground. Michonne, Carl and Rick off to one end, our new friends in the center, Aaron, and I on the opposite end. Someone walked out of our RV a few yards in front of us. “Are we pissing our pants yet?” The man had a black leather jacket on and held a bat wrapped in barbed wire. I stared at the man, not believing who I was seeing in front of me. My brother held the bat in front of my new family as a few other men threw Rosita, Glenn, and Daryl to the ground on my side.

“Daryl?” I whispered in agony. He was pale and had a bloodied blanket thrown over his shoulders.

“Y/N?” He stared at me with wide eyes. I began to shake; I had left my brothers group almost two years ago when he started killing people to get supplies. He probably thought I was just lost, that I disappeared when a horde of walkers hit us, or maybe he thought I was dead.

“I gotta pick somebody.” Negan was walking around our semicircle of people, his bat named Lucille hanging in their faces. “I just can’t seem to decide.” He stated with a cruel smile on his face. “Oh, I got an idea. Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch a tiger by his toe.” He trailed over everyone except for me, my eyes locked on Daryl the whole time. “If he hollers let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.” His bat landed in front of Daryl, and I let out a strangled scream.

“Negan!” I jumped forward only to have one of the men catch me. “Let go of me you son of a bitch!” I thrashed in his arms as tears ran from my eyes and matted some hair to my face. “Look at me!” I screamed as I thrashed in the arms of the man holding me.

He turned his head slightly, his sadistic smile dropping once his eyes found mine. “Y/N?” His bat fell slightly, and I felt hope slightly rise in my chest.

“Hey.” I whispered but when the arms tightened, I screamed again. “Back the hell off man!”

“You best let ‘er go!” Daryl shouted, jumping forward himself only to get held down in the dirt. “I’ll kill you if ya touch ‘er!” Rick and Aaron yelled at Daryl for moving, worried he’d get killed that much faster.

“Negan, you know this girl?” The blonde scarred man came out of the shadows with a gun held tightly in his hand.

“Let ‘er go or you’ll regret it!” Daryl kept screaming at the men. “Get yer hands off ‘er!”

“Yeah, that’s my baby sis. The one I thought was dead. Where did you go?” Negan turned fully to me and the man holding me dropped his arms, letting me stand fully.

“These people found me half alive, they kept me safe. Please, don’t hurt them.” I begged, my eyes flashing to Daryl.

Negan’s eyes followed mine and his smile dropped completely. “You, and him? The damn redneck? Hell no.” He growled. “Ain’t no way my baby sister is with a man like that.”

“You’re not in charge of me, you can’t tell me what to do! If you want to kill someone, go ahead, but it’s me you kill and you let them go, you let him go.” I looked around at the people who were more family than my own blood in front of me. “You kill me and live with it.” I was shoved to the ground once again as tears ran from my eyes at the thought of leaving my family, but it was worse when I thought of Judy or Carl losing their dad, or Maggie and Glenn with their baby. “Please, just let me say goodbye to him. Please.” My brother had a very confused look on his face but didn’t stop me from shoving the man off Daryl and crawling into his arms, hiding my face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I cried, my tears wetting his shoulder.

“No, I ain’t lettin’ ya do this. No, I can’t lose ya too.” I heard his voice shake and crack as I sat in his lap, his arms holding me tighter than ever, as if I were to slip away.

“I love you, no matter what, I will always love you.” I was ripped away from Daryl then and he let out an animalistic growl and grabbed for me. “Daryl, don’t give up, you hear me? Don’t you dare quit fighting just cause I’m gone. I don’t want to see you too soon.” My eyes started stinging due to all my crying and I faced my brother, knowing I couldn’t look at the love of my life right now.

“No, no, no, no.” Daryl begged, tears running down his face and his hair messily pushed back. “Please.”

I looked up at my brother, all fear draining from me. “Do it. Do it and live with it.” I listened as the men around me silenced, the only thing being heard were Daryl’s pleas for my life and the group crying and pleading, only much quieter than Daryl. “Do it!” I screamed.

He raised his bat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping for it to be quick. “God damn.” I heard Negan mumble. “Get up, you better get out of here like a bat out of hell before I change my mind.” I looked up at him once more, everyone too stunned to move. “Move!” He barked, sending me a gentle gaze before turning back for his cars. I got up and gave him a quick hug, thanking him for sparing us and letting me go.

“Negan, you can’t just let them go.” The man who dragged us here shouted.

“I can, and I will. You do anything to these people, and I swear to god I’ll kill you right where you stand. Get the hell out of here.” He waved us off and I grabbed for Daryl, him holding me tightly and crying into my hair.

“I’m here. I’m ok, I’m here with you.” I sobbed into his chest. He stood up, me still wrapped in his arms and carried me to get his crossbow from the ground. I held onto his arm as Negan threw the keys to the RV at me, mouthing an ‘I love you sis’. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ back and threw the keys to Rick.

Once we were all situated on the RV and on our way to Hilltop, I cuddled myself into Daryl’s side. “So, your brother, huh?”

“Mm hmm. Yeah, he was like a best friend when we were little. It all changed with this new world; it broke him. He became sadistic and did anything to get supplies from other groups by beating one of their members to death. When the horde came through our camp that night, I finally had my chance to get away.” I wrapped my arms around him and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Y/N.” A young voice said from my left. I turned to see Carl, his bandage slightly red and tears trailing down his cheek by his good eye. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.” He leaned in and I caught him in a hug.

“Ok bud, I won’t, I promise.” I hugged him tightly as Daryl whistled.

“Alright Romeo, give ‘er back.” He smirked and I laughed, letting Carl lay his head on my leg and I leaned back into Daryl’s side. “I agree with the kid though, don’t ever go doin’ that again.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.” I kissed him gently and cuddled into his side once more.

“Love you too.”

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #negan x sister!reader #twd imagine #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine

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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 months ago

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True Savior

TWD OC insert story.

Requested by @rexburn12 Lineup scene, following canon with OC inserted plot twists.

A/N: I do not take any more OC requests outside of close friends or prior knowledge of the characters. This was a tryout and concluded I'm not one for these kinds of requests.

With Maggie falling ill the group needed to move her to the Hilltop, the only community that had a doctor that could help her. It was already stressful enough to move a sick person between communities, but it only got worse with time.

The group had met with multiple blocked roads, guarded by either walkers tied to immovable fallen trees, chained up with what looked like their friends' belongings or cars and armed men. It took all day to get to where they were now.

Surrounded. Whistling could be heard from any direction they tried to flee in, eventually being hoarded onto the large open space in the forest.

Men rounded them up, taking their weapons one by one as more and more people appeared from the tree line and the back of a van that drove in opened up.

Rick watched along with his group that sat lined up as the men started to drag out familiar faces from the back of the van. Glenn, Michonne, Rosita and Daryl were thrown to the ground and forced to their knees along with the rest of the group.

Abraham keeps his head high as his eyes follow one of the goons walking up to the RV and knocks on the door, exclaiming “let’s meet the man!” with a grand gesture.

With grand bravado the door of the RV opens up and a man steps out holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. It was like the cars' headlights followed him like a spotlight as he came down the steps. The man oozed confidence with his leather jacket, crisp white shirt and a wicked grin actoss his face.

He quickly points out to Rick, who he curses out for killing so many of his men in a scary manner. He continues on to explain his people’s code to the group, telling them how every single on of them now works for him and his group.

His Saviors.

“So you see, this whole thing. The road blocks and leading you all here,” Negan points the bat from one end of the line to the other as he goes on his monologue, making people flinch as the bat gets close to their heads. “It was all buying time and deciding who of you I’m going to kill.”

The group shocks, some backing down where they sat, except for Abraham who squared up to the man.

Negan moves along the line, stopping right in front of Maggie with his bat pointed right at her face, threatening her which had Glenn lunge forward at the man but quickly yanked back into the group.

“We got a feisty on over here!” Negan’s full body speech just kept going like nothing happened.

“I got an idea how to solve this issue we’re having.” He raised his bat again, one by one he passed the heads of the group on their knees chanting “Eeny, meeny, mi—”

“Negan, there’s something out there..” one of the Saviors interrupts Negan’s tirade, much to Negan’s annoyance. He snapped at the man, “it’s just a fucking walker.” but the man was somehow terrified, pissing Negan off enough to earn a punch to the face. With his nose smashed in he dropped to the floor screaming, but not without Negan’s boot shoving him and forcing him to look up. “Go out there, and fucking kill the damn thing.”

The man was hauled up by other Saviors and shoved off towards the woods.

“Now, where were we?” Negan turned back towards the kneeling group. “Oh, right.” He lifted his bat back up to where he left off at Sasha’s head. “Miny, mo.” With each word he moved from head to head. “Catch a tiger, by it’s toe..”

Without warning something flies past Negan, slamming right into one of the Saviors who was leaning against a vehicle. A loud cracking sound accompanied the impact of flesh against metal, shocking everyone around and pulling their gaze towards the two now dead men laying piled against the bent door of one of the cars.

“What the fuck?!” Negan exclaimed out loud as a sudden panic broke out among the group of Saviors. The whole place is filled with chaos until a loud growl emanated from the dense, dark woods. The place goes quiet as all the eyes go look towards the source of the noise, but all that was visible were two bright red eyes in the darkness.

Without a second thought people start to back up, away from the unknown thing lurking in the woods, but it was all for nothing as the large thing appeared.

Out of the tree line stepped a large beast. An enormous creature that blended almost seamlessly with its fur as dark as the night sky, slowly revealing more of itself as it walked into the beams of the cars’ headlights. On all fours it already stood eye to eye with the tallest human in the field and didn’t even flinch as one of the men shot at it. The bullet seemed to ricochet off the beast’s body, or did it pass through? No one could tell because there was no response at all from the creature.

After that first shot was fired, everyone else joined in the madness, guns blazing and men screaming as they emptied clip after clip on the monster who gave not a single kick. Slowly it rose on its hind legs, snarling and baring its teeth at it roared out loud. At its full height its chest rose far above any human’s head, thick muscled arms ending in giant clawed hands capable of tearing through steel. Its back paws as large as a man’s head, crushing one of the corpse’s skulls as it had moved forward. It was like the beast was armored with its thick, strong muscles that no weapon stood a chance against.

With the Saviors running out of ammo one by one the panic rose once more. One after another they threw their now useless guns at the beast that in turn charged into the group of attackers.

Off to the side the captured people had huddled together and watched the slaughter in front of them happen. Bodies were twisted in ways that should never be possible, choked screams and dying whines gurgling on blood were forever imprinted in the group’s minds as they saw the wolf like beast tear through flesh with long claws, cracking skulls under giant paws.

Dismembered and beheaded bodies laid strewn across the forest floor, shiny red blood highlighted by the cars’ lights that shone over the scene.

The monster sank back onto all fours, shaking out its fur and sending what remained of the Saviors that got stuck in his fur flying off.

The group all cowered together as the beast stepped over to where it sniffed out a cowering body hidden underneath. The scene was horrifying but they all couldn’t look away, watching as it shoved the dead weight off who turned out to be Negan, who in panic swung his bat at the beast but never made it far as a set of strong jaws snapped shut around the wood and splintered into tiny pieces.

A large, strong paw raised up then, and a loud snarl left the beast’s lips as it brought it down with enough force to shatter the man’s skull with ease, ending his reign of terror with a single strike.

The still chained down group stared in fear, in awe and with looks of curiosity between them as the beast wiped the blood off its claws until one of them gasped as another person appeared. It was a blonde woman, slender build and gorgeous green eyes that for s short moment glowed bright golden yellow over a gentle smile. “Please, don’t worry. We mean no harm to you.” She made her way to the first one in her reach, Glenn, and undid his bindings, moving on to undo Abraham’s as well who joined his free friend in untying everyone else.

A chorus of thank you’s and relieved sighs left the survivors as they all slumped together, looking after one another and following the large beast’s movements as it made its way over to its companion.

“You did well, mate.” The woman spoke, to which she got a content grumble in response as they both move on to head back out. Before they got too far off Maggie had gotten to her feet to run after them, catching them in time to thank them from the bottom of her heart. “Thank you, for saving my family.” She caught her breath from the earlier shock. “Truly, how can we repay you?”

Seemingly unbothered the woman stopped and turned around, shaking her head and spoke up. “No problem, really.” with one last kind smile she turned and moved to fall back into step with the beast who had moved ahead.

With the two strangers disappeared again the survivors moved on to scavenge for working vehicles. “This one runs!” Abraham had gotten a simple car to run, having three others join him.

“Pickup runs too.” The rumble of an engine summoned people towards the truck, Michonne hopping in beside him and others piling onto the back.

One more car ran and with that everyone had found a ride and they set off towards home.

In the back of the last car sat Maggie and Glenn in a tight embrace as the Sasha made way for Hilltop to have her checked out by the doctor.

The two other cars made it back to Alexandria without issues and everyone went straight home, agreeing to meet in the morning to discuss everything that happened and get into contact with Maggie and Hilltop.

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dahliarose2 · 2 years ago

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KINDRED SPIRITS - PART 2

summary: you and daryl reunite at the line-up, as yous all are introduced for the first time to 'the man behind it all,' negan. everyone is left broken by the events; some more so than others

daryl dixon x reader

part 1

You were crouched down next to Maggie, who was now in very poor condition, laid out on a stretcher as Abraham kneeled on the opposite side of her. You shushed her, calming her worries as she tried to tell people not to go to the trouble for her to which all of you ignored. The Saviors had been making it increasingly difficult to get her safely to the Hilltop, causing blockages in the road. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you worried that might've meant for Daryl and the others. 'They're strong. Daryl is strong. They can handle themselves,' you told yourself attempting to calm your nerves,

You were brought back to reality as Rick finished filling up the RV with gas, that Eugene was about to use as a decoy to get Maggie to the Hilltop on foot. Sasha paced back and forth, stealing glances at Abraham every once in a while, clearly worried about how we were going to pull this off. "If you see a car, try to siphon the gas. Other than that, you keep moving," Rick explained to Eugene as he nodded. You didn't hear much of the conversation as you tried to tend to Maggie and kept selfishly thinking of Daryl and how he would know where you were,

Abraham and Rick moved to take Maggie's head and feet, while Sasha and Aaron flanked the sides. You voted to stay in front with Carl and keep a lookout on either side, leading the way and killing the oncoming walkers. Just as you were making your way through the dark forest, a man whistling halted you in your tracks. You all looked fearfully at one another, peering through the trees to see men surrounding the group. You were the first to jump into action, taking a fearful look at Maggie who was weakening further. "Go!" you yelled as the others heeded, sprinting with Maggie in tow, as you attempted to make a getaway,

You weaved in and out of the trees, attempting to stick together which was made harder by the stretcher. A flash of car headlights that yous stumbled upon put a stop in your tracks as you all struggled to catch your breath after the chase. You looked around in horror to see that you were surrounded and you realized that there was no fighting your way out of this one. You were outmanned and outgunned. The Saviors stood still, all of their shadows looming over you and the group. You eyes darted to each one, nerves growing as you again looked at Maggie in her condition, wondering what it would mean for her now,

"Good. You made it!" Simon's voice bellowed, flinching as you broke out of your worried trance. You recognized him as the man who yous had met earlier at the first road blockage and your blood ran cold at the sight of him. "We'll take your weapons now," he shouted with a sinister smile that made your blood run cold. You glanced at Rick, somehow thinking he'd have a backup plan. But there was no backup plan, there was no way out. You knew it, and so did Rick who sent you a blank expression, still in shock at being cornered. Simon trudged over as you heard the footsteps get louder, before you felt a coolness against your temple. "Now!" he yelled, holding his pistol to your head,

"Okay, okay. Alright!" Rick yelled in defiance at Simon's sudden actions, showing he was serious and he wasn't coming to play. Yous handed over your guns as Simon retracted his weapon from your head, allowing you to breathe a bit easier. Simon sauntered towards each of us, taunting Carl, before his eyes landed on Maggie. "Let's get her down and get you all down on your knees," he commanded, all with that sickly sweet voice that made you feel ill. Abraham reluctantly got Maggie down off the stretcher, his face fueled with rage,

Abraham held Maggie up, carrying her over and helping her kneel in the designated spot. When you stood for a moment too long, one of the Saviors grabbed your forearms, causing you to yelp as he forced you down onto your knees next to Abraham with a shove. Rick continued to stand, challenging Simon, but as soon as he saw all of us on our knees, he knelt down begrudgingly, face still frozen in horror. You looked at Sasha as she exchanged a concerned glance with you. Simon whistled and gestured to the man you recognized as Dwight from meeting him in the woods with Daryl when he had betrayed the two of you. Your face hardened as you watched him in anger, him locking eyes with you for only a moment, but you knew he remembered you,

However, your anger fell quickly as you saw him tug your friends, one by one, out of the van, having hoped they had gotten away. Michonne and Rosita were dragged out while Glenn was thrown to the floor. Finally, to your dread, a pale-faced, injured Daryl was pulled out of the van and dumped next to you in the line. His face fell as your face came into his vision. Suddenly, his bullet wound was nonexistent and his pain was gone. The only thing he was focused on was you. You couldn't help it, as tears spilled down your cheeks seeing him in such a terrible condition, so different than when he left. You hadn't seen him since he left without telling you, but that wasn't important anymore,

You looked around at the Saviors before you reached your shaky hand to link your pinky with his, being careful not to squeeze it hard so that you wouldn't hurt him. You felt his pinky twitch within your hold i. his weak attempt to squeeze yours back, and it broke your heart as you tried to send him a small smile, despite the situation. He tried to hide the tears in his eyes despite trying to mask it as anger like he usually did. You assumed that it was from the pain of the bullet shot wound you noticed on his shoulder, it being the reason for his condition. Your heart strings tugged between sadness and anger at whoever had fired the bullet and how they could let him sit here now, losing blood as time went on. However, what you didn't know and what he couldn't tell you, was that the tears he was attempting to swallow down, were not for his wound, or for himself; they were for you, for the fact that you were put here in this situation all because you wanted to go looking for him. He knew it was his fault, even though he knew you wouldn’t agree,

And in that moment, for the stoic, impassive, 'man of few words' Daryl Dixon, his only wish was to tell you all the things he's always wanted to tell you. To tell you he shouldn't have left without telling you, that he shouldn't have lied, that he was sorry and that he loved you. All the things he would've said eventually, and he wanted to say them all now, at the one time he couldn't. And as always, it was as if you read his mind, giving him a sympathetic smile, holding his pinky tighter, your way of letting him know you were right there, even though he didn't want you to be. He wanted you safe back in Alexandria. "It's okay," you whispered to him,

Suddenly, a Savior had shoved their gun into your back as you let out a yelp, your finger falling from Daryl's hold as you leaned forward slightly from the swift blow. Daryl's face darkened as he glared at the perpetrator, as his blood boiled, teeth practically gritting against one another. You sat back up straight, ignoring the pain burning through your spine. "Okay! Let's meet the man," Simon exclaimed, smiling brightly as he knocked on the RV door loudly, all of you looking at each other and then at the door which swung open. You watched as the infamous Negan sauntered out, a bat encased in barbed wire slung over his shoulder as he wore a giant smirk on his face,

You couldn't help but be fearful of him, watching his psychotic smile as he trudged out in his black leather boots, matching his jacket. "Pissin' our pants yet?" he joked, his voice sending shivers down your already bruised spine. "Boy do I have a feeling we're getting close." He walked closer to the line of people, Carl, Sasha, Rick, Aaron, Maggie, Abraham, You, Daryl, Michonne, Rosita and Glenn; all in that order, gazing both in fear and curiosity at the man in front of us, dumbfounded by his surprisingly aloof, eccentric nature, expecting more of a serious type for all the talk you’ve heard about him. The car headlights made his face clearer in the dark night as you all took it in,

Negan paced tauntingly, swinging his bat around as if it were a mere yo-yo, making you uneasy. "Which one of you pricks is the leader?" he asked with a haunting laugh, to which Simon pointed Rick out, making us all glance over at him. "Hey," he greeted almost nicely, nothing short of shaking hands with him, giving Rick a scary, yet charming smile, "Rick right? I'm Negan. I don't appreciate you killing my men." The last part came out with a bit more venom than the rest. "Not cool," he stated coolly, smile disappearing from his face, though his voice still remained quiet, making it even more chilling. “You have no idea how not cool that is but I think you will get it shortly, don't you worry. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes," he threatened, creepy smile back adorning his face,

Rick quivered and I didn't blame him, we were all speechless at the man behind it all. Somehow, the way he was talking, his demeanor, and even his smile alone, let you know he was serious with his threats, which scared you as you tried to remain straight-faced. "See the new order is very simple Rick, even for you. Give me your shit," he boomed, as he menacingly swung his bat next to Rick's face, narrowly missing him a few times, "or I will kill you. You work for me now." The whole time, Daryl's eyes were on you, as if he was frightened to let you out of his sight for even a moment, which in this scenario, he probably should be,

"I want half of your shit. Truth is, Rick, you think you're safe. But you are most. certainly. not," he chanted in a sing-song voice, "you work for us now. You are pegged." You all watched on, listening to his lengthy speech on how fucked you all are. "You didn't think you wouldn't get punished for this now, did you?" he asked loudly, clearly rhetorically, as he bent down beside Carl and Sasha, looking at them in mock shock before standing back up to lumber further down the line, stopping in front of Rick again. "I don't wanna kill you. But you killed a lottt of my people," he explained in mock sympathy, putting a feigned hand on his heart, elongating the word 'lot,'

"So," he yelled, making you and a few others flinch again., "now... I'm gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you." He spun the bat expertly in his hand, making you all fearful. "This is Lucille by the way. She is awesome. Let's see who gets the honor." Negan threw his bat over his shoulder once again as he strolled nonchalantly down the line-up towards you. You glanced down at the floor, attempting to zone out the entire time, to wake yourself up from this if it was a nightmare but it was no use. You watched his boots stop in front of you. Breaking you from your thoughts, you felt a sharp sensation under your chin as he used Lucille to guide your face up to his eyeline, much to Daryl’s dislike,

You attempted to look as unwavering as possible, staring right back at him. When his face came into your vision, he was smirking hungrily down at you, making you feel sick. "Look at what we have here," he remarked loudly, voice laced with sensuality that made your hard gaze falter under his taunting. "Well aren't you gorgeous," he proclaimed in that sing-song voice again, using Lucille to tilt your face to either side, trying to get a proper look at you. "How would you feel about me showing you a darn good time after this, sweetheart? You would make a great, hot wife for me. You'd fit right in," he asked you lustfully, face coming too close to yours for your liking,

And instead of a witty retort coming out like you’d usually give people trying to mess with you, your mouth stayed shut, not being able to muster any words despite the battle you had with yourself in your head. You were frozen and it's like you couldn't speak, forcing your tears back down. Negan only laughed mockingly, as he looked at the enraged reactions he was eliciting from the rest of the group, before landing on Daryl who looked angrier than all the rest, glaring back up at him. Negan let out an exaggerated gasp, pulling Lucille away from your face so quickly, you let out a yelp as you left with scrape on your cheek, a few drips of blood falling. Daryl noticed this and his blood boiled even more, struggling not to lash out, scared that Negan would only end up taking it out on you or one of the other group members. "Oh God, don't tell me," he began, throwing a hand over his mouth in faux shock, pointing his bat between the two of you,

"You together?" he asked, taking the two of you offguard, seeing as this situation happened before you could fully decide that. Hiding your expressions wasn't really your strong suit, and in this moment, it wasn't Daryl's either, as both of your mouths gaped, struggling to even answer, not sure which was better for the occasion. Daryl didn't want him to use it against either of you, but saying he felt nothing for you wasn't something he was able to do either, he couldn't bring himself to say it. "Ah I see, a bit of unresolved business," Negan pretends to play a caring role, "definitely feelings there though,"

Negan swung his bat quickly once again, dangerously close to your head. "I mean, you'd wanna see the look on loverboy's face here when I told you exactly what I want to do with you," he jeered, winking at you suggestively. "Boy, did he look like he wanted to murder me! Let me play Cupid for a moment. He has feelings for you," he assured you, but his smile told you that him having that piece of information was not a good idea. Daryl managed to hold his tongue, though he was glowering with rage. Your eyes bore into him until he looked at you, as your eyebrows turned downward, looking at him full of sorrow, tears spilling now that Negan's eyes were no longer on you,

Daryl's gaze softened as he saw your tears, wanting nothing more than to hug you right now, something he would never want to do with anyone else. He wanted to shield you from this whole thing, making sure you didn't have to look or hear any of it. His mind was transported to how blissful last night was compared to now, you curled up against him, placing gentle touches on your hair, stroking your head. How he wanted to be there right now. You were both brought away from each other at the hearing of Negan finishing his game, his bat landing on Abraham next to you. "Eenie, minie... mo," Negan declared, licking his teeth, somehow excited by all this,

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the other boy's eye out and feed it to his father," he promised, sending you and a few others a smirk, "you can breathe, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that." Before you could even register it, his bat was above his head and then it wasn't as it crashed down on Abraham's skull. You let out a pained scream at the sight right next to you as he tried to take it as strong as he could, sitting back up before muttering some sort of comeback. You didn't hear it, you couldn't focus as your breath quickened. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Daryl fall forward slightly, leaping at the force of the blow that Abraham had suffered,

You had no time to register what had happened before he was dealt a second blow, and then a third, and one after the other until you lost count. You cried loudly, not being able to turn away from it. Abraham who was once kneeling strong beside you, was now in a heap in the floor, in what was left of him. You stared on in disbelief as your whole body shook, your face losing all of its color. Everyone cried and stared on in shock at the scene. You looked at Daryl, attempting to find some sort of comfort which you did, but you had never seen him more broken. His eyes filled with tears as he glanced at your fearfully at the antics of the man in front of him, who continued to laugh,

"Take a look sweetheart," Negan ordered sweetly, bringing the bat in front of Rosita, who stared on in disbelief, too traumatized to comprehend what he was saying. "Your little boyfriend just took 6 or 7 for the team. So. take. a damn. LOOK," he yelled, his calm persona gone. Just as he uttered the last word, before you could do anything to stop it, Daryl leapt up from his spot, puncing Negan square in the jaw before being roughly tackled to the floor. You let out a shout as you cried at his state, being held down by 2 Saviors as Negan pulled his hair back roughly to which he grunted, Daryl keeping his gaze on you the entire time,

Dwight stumbled into the middle with Daryl's crossbow, confidently pointing it at Daryl. "Should I kill him?" he asked, and you wanted to take the crossbow and shoot an arrow right through his skull just like Daryl taught you to aim. But you knew doing anything would hurt someone in the group, so you bit your tongue staying silent. You bit your lip as you tried to contain your anger. Eventually, Daryl was flung back into the line beside you as he winced, his wound clearly becoming unbearable. All you wanted to do was help him,

You had zoned out, watching Daryl in pain as he tried to tell you he was fine with his eyes but you didn't believe him. "Now back to it!" Negan bellowed as you turned your head but wished you hadn't as his bat came down even harder on Glenn's head. You let out a scream as your whole body shock, as he took hit after hit, now looking the same as Abraham did. You didn't try act tough anymore, letting sobs wrack your body as Daryl tried to get you to look at him through his own grief as tears streamed down his face. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but all you could hear were Maggie's cries and Daryl whispering your name somewhere in the distance but you weren't quite sure where you were anymore,

Your eyes threatened to close as you had cried more than you ever had, cheeks still wet. In your daze, you were grounded once again by the feeling of bile rising in your throat and before you could stop it, you turned your body away from everyone allowing yourself to empty your throat, your chest heaving as you wiped the corner of your mouth. You could feel Rick and Carl's eyes on you in worry as Daryl tried to move towards you to help you or hold your hair but was stopped by the gun at the back of his head. Your hands shook as you struggled to keep yourself up,

Before you knew it, Negan was laughing mockingly at you and the others, watching you gather yourself again. "Was the joke that bad?" he asked with a hearty laugh, swinging the blood that was now dripping with blood. Everyone stayed silent, apart from the odd sniffle or cry that could be heard after what had just happened. "You know what? I didn't really got the response I was looking for from my little performance? Maybe I'll just have to do one more. Third time's the charm, am I right?" he joked, as the cries got louder at the thoughts of another scene like that. "Okay eenie, meenie-" he began once again before you finally spoke,

"No!" you yelled, your voice hoarse from crying as you crawled further out of the line towards him to get his attention, scared he wouldn't hear you. "No. Please. N-no more. W-we u-understand," you begged as you gazed up at him pleadingly from where you knelt. He simply tilted his head, sticking his bottom lip out and looking at you with a false caring expression. "Oh angel," he cooed, making you want to be sick again, as he leaned took your chin in his hand tilting it up, as your face shivered in his touch, fearful of what he might do next. 'Had you done the wrong thing by stepping forward?' you thought to yourself fearfully,

"I'm sorry, I really am. But I just have to do it," he explained, saying it with zero remorse as he smiled. "I think I'll go with the boy in the cobwboy hat. Carl, right?" he declared cheerfully, swinging his bat as he went to step towards Carl as your heart stopped for a second, you felt your face pale. "No!" you shouted even louder this time but it came out as more of a cry as you whimpered, not caring that it might look embarrassing to him. If it saved any one of your friends, you'd beg him until the sun came up; you'd do anything for your family. You grabbed at the leg of his jeans making him stop,

"I just don't see any way around it, honey," he tutted in disappointment. You would do anything to save your family. "Take me back with you," you cried out, tears still streaming. This stopped even Negan in his tracks as he looked at you in confusion. "i'm sorry, what did you say?" he let out a scoff, as you were worried he wasn't happy with your suggestion now and you might've made it worse. "No!" Daryl shouted out moving to get up again. "Dwight, handle him will you? I'm tryna hear the lady out," he said with a 'pfft' as he waved to Dwight,

Dwight grabbed Daryl, kneeing him in the abdomen roughly a few time, as he let out pained grunts that he tried to suppress, though he was secretly glad their attention was off of you and on him now. "Stop! Tell him to stop and I'll explain," you demanded now, trying to remain confident though your trembling was giving you away. Negan stared down at you, almost as a challenge, and you stared right back. After a few seconds, he finally let up, snickering. "Wow you're tougher than you look, Strawberry Shortcake," he laughed, as you grimaced at the nickname but chose to ignore it,

"You told me you wanted me to be your wife. I'll do it. I'll do anything. I'll clean, I'll cook. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. But you have to promise that no one else will get hurt," you pleaded desperately, your tear stained cheeks starting to dry. Negan looked as though he was contemplating it before looking back at you. "You've got a deal," he announces victoriously, raising his hands in the air slightly, as if I've just won an medal. At this, Daryl ignores his wound and begins to thrash around in the hold of 2 Saviors now, growling deeply as you tried to ignore his fighting, knowing he would never be happy with this,

"Promise," you stated venomously, all sadness void in your voice, a serious expression settling in. He only laughed at your seemingly childish look on deals. "What? You want me to say 'I promise.' People break your word before or something?" he inquired teasingly to which you didn't smile in the slightest. "Many people, more than you know. But I will say this, most people who have are already dead now. So I'd advise you not to do the same thing," you spat, trying to sound as menacing as possible. For a moment, he looked almost like he listened, before he snickered, looking at you like a lost puppy again. "I promise sweetheart," he assured with that charming smile of his,

Michonne looked like she wanted to save you from your fate, shaking her head at you, practically begging you not to do it, not to go with him but you only smiled at her, letting her know you would be fine. "Okay now that's settled, see you in a week Ricky boy. And I expect great things," he taunted, sending Rick a wink who glowered at him as he watched Negan loom over you. Daryl still thrashed and fought as you looked at him. Realizing this could be the last time, you let out a sigh. 'I love you,' you mouthed to him as he halted his movements,

"Let's roll out. You're riding with me sweetheart," he said to you cheerfully with a sickening smile as if he didn't just murder 2 of your friends in cold blood. But as long as your family was safe, you'd live the life you had now gladly as much as it pained you. Carl looked like he wanted to be brave but you shook your head at him, smiling as he sat there dejected, letting his shoulders fall. "Y'know what, Dwight get Daryl in there too. I could still do great things with him," Negan declared happily, gesturing to the van that they had came in as he guided you by the small of your back to the car,

Once you heard this, however, you tensed, before turning around, watching Daryl be hauled back into the vehicle before you could even say a word. "You. You promised," you muttered, glaring at him, tears pricking your eyes once again, trying to sound intimidating but your shaky voice betraying you. "Hmm see I promised not to hurt anyone else, not that I wouldn't take anyone else," he clarified evilly, loving how he had taken you off guard as your tears fell, “besides, can’t separate the star-crossed lovers, now can we?” You debated putting up a fight, but realized it would do more harm than good now that they had Daryl. You were going to get your own back, you vowed it to yourself. You just had to be strategic and wait it out for now, as much as it pained me you. “Get in the car, sweetheart," he ordered in a dangerous whisper, with a smile, yet still forcefully,

You got in the car, and before you knew it you were driving off to your new home as you stared out the window, refusing to look at your soon to be husband

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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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No longer the man I once knew

Negan Smith • She/her Pronouns • It’s been years since you’ve seen each other. The last time you talked, he was seeking advice on how to handle scary news like cancer. Now you were face to face with the leader of the Saviors • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Past Abuse / Scars / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks • Canon re-written • Fuckton of flashbacks

Requested by: @ravenrose18

“Wow…uhm. Are you okay?”

“I honestly don’t know what to fuckin’ feel in this moment” Negan frowns gripping the bottle in hand a bit too tight. “Fuck. I’m gonna lose her”

“Now don’t think that. Yeah brain cancer is one of the harder ones but you’ve gotta have some hope”

“What hope is there if I’m gonna fucking lose her, Y/N?”

Y/N sighs taking the bottle out of Negan’s hand and chucking it into the bushes. Which didn’t bring out the man’s good side and before he could even think about snapping. She suddenly smacked him in the face and before he could react to that. Y/N grabbed his chin forcing him to look at her.

“Treatment will help. She is doing everything she can to stay alive and all she needs is you in her corner” Y/N states and before he even got another word in she tighten her grasp slightly. “Forget about the slut on the side. Forget about every wrong thing you did up until you found out your wife has cancer. And be there for her”

Negan couldn’t think another thought when Y/N said all of that. All he thought was what he needed to do for Lucille.

And he did everything he could. Even in the end of the world.

“Y/N!” Rick yells off the top of his lungs to gain the woman’s attention as her eyes glued onto the few carrying Maggie into the RV. “We need to get to the hilltop now” the worry spilled in his voice as Y/N picked up the pace grabbing her bow along the way before piling into the RV.

Y/N quickly went to Maggie’s side, her best friend in this hellish world, taking her hand into both of hers. Letting her squeeze as hard as she could because of the pain she was currently enduring.

“I’ve gotcha Mags. I’ve gotcha”

“Y/N…” Maggie started to sob even harder than before. “What if I lose the baby…and Glenn isn’t there for me?”

“I’m here. I’m here for you” She reassures as she squeezed her hand. “And you’re not losing this baby. We are going to get to Carson and everything is going to be fine”

“You promise?”

Promises are hard…harder now when every day has more unpredictable possibilities…but hell, she’s going to go back on her own values.

“I promise, Mags. I fucking promise”

And it seemed to all go down hill from there.

Messing with that outpost by killing everyone inside the building. Lead to the “rest” of them surrounding each possible route to the Hilltop. Meaning the group inside the RV eventually had to pack up, get Maggie on a board, and carry her to the Hilltop through the woods.

The plan went smoothly at first…

Then they came crashing down again.

Y/N was leading the way to the hilltop while the others carried Maggie. And when she suddenly stopped, so did the rest of them.

“Y/N what’s—-“

“Well…well…well…” the unnamed man laughs to the small group as his(?) men started to surround the group. “Look at what we’ve got here”

Suddenly the outdoors felt like the surroundings was slowly caving in on themselves. Bringing out the anxiety buried in claustrophobic individuals. Y/N tried reaching for the handgun on her hip when a similar weapon was pressed directly into her head.

“Uh uh little lady. We are gonna take those weapons from yea and get y’all in line” another unnamed man states as he presses the gun harsher until his words got to all of them to surrender their weapons.

Once the weapons were handed over, at least the guns and the bow on Y/N’s back, they were forced to be put in line and on their knees. Even Maggie in her state which didn’t settle well with anybody but it showed on Y/N’s face with the rage she felt in the moment.

When the rest of their group was brought out and joining them in this line up, Y/N did her best to contain herself instead of taking care of the issue by herself. Like she’s get any far without a weapon.

“Let’s meet the man shall we?” Clearly, the one who this…well…

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“What’s your name?” Rick asks the man the group had detained from meeting his end like the rest of his colleagues did in the outpost.

“Negan”

Negan?

Glenn took notice of how the color left Y/N’s complexion entirely when this stranger they never met before said an old familiar name. Clear to her, this man wasn’t the Negan she knows, and most likely this leader wasn’t either. But she still felt like she was going to faint from the deceleration.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Glenn asks, growing worried for his friend who immediately turned away from everyone throwing up.

“What the fuck just happened?” Daryl scoffs watching Rosita hold Y/N’s hair back to avoid getting vomit in it. “Y/N. What does that name mean to you?”

“Just…” She coughs a bit before straightening up. “Somebody I used to know” she groans slightly, taking the handgun out of her holster and pressing it against the guy’s temple. “Tell us your actual name”

“I ain’t saying SHIT” He hissed and that’s when his radio started to go off.

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As the man that bears the name every single one of the unknown carries on themselves, the original if you may. He makes his presence known as the new villain in their stories…and boy did it unlock a lot of the past that the group was going to learn about you.

“Pissing our pants yet?” He laughs, god his infectious laugh, caught everyone off guard as the tension grew.

Y/N hasn’t drawn her eyes away from him waiting for the second he looks at her. In hopes something will flip to have this become “an honest mistake” and let them go. Let them take care of her best friend. Her new family.

But he had a completely different feeling when locking eyes with her.

I thought she was dead

She just. Left before the outbreak.

She had a part of this?

I wonder…if she…no

No. I can’t. “One of y’all has to pay for what happened at the outpost” Negan frowns drawing his attention away from Y/N as her whole body tensed when he started pout I h his bat to her family. “One of y’all…has to be the example”

Please…Please don’t Y/N felt her anxiety get the best of her when watching this man she once knew…her best friend from the old world…someone that always had a piece of her heart in the grasp of their hand…was about to kill one them for what they did. But what has he done since they’ve last seen each other?

As eenie, meanie, bullshit seems to be his shtick. Y/N noticed immediately that he would completely ignore her giving her a sense of immunity. But that’s always temporary.

Negan gave one last glance to Y/N, studying her features and watching her a split second before raising his bat about to knock right into Abraham’s skull. The man himself already prepared to meet his end.

But it happened so suddenly. Abraham opened his eyes to find himself on his back and Y/N planted in front of him holding the bat in Negan’s hands letting the blood pour from the barbed wire that embedded itself into her palms.

“Cmon Smith…this ain’t like you”

Suddenly the big bad villain froze as he pulled the bat away hearing the tearing of skin from Y/N’s palms which broke him. But there wasn’t much time to think on how he just hurt someone close to him.

When the gun shot rang through

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“Hey”

Y/N flinches slightly not expecting anybody else at the bus stop at this hour. She immediately looked away in hopes that Negan would walk away if she pretended she didn’t know him.

But the man has always been stubborn. Patient for the most part, but stubborn.

Negan sat beside Y/N looking at their surrounding and no cars anywhere at this time. He wondered himself what time it was but granted, when he got the call, he half expected Y/N to be gone by now.

“Your ma called me. Thinkin’ you were with Lucille and I”

Nothing

“Why didn’t yea tell me yer dad was hitting yea again?”

Y/N didn’t say a single word to Negan, all he heard was the sniffles coming from her when he asked that. She didn’t want to say “yes” out loud or anything in response because it made it real. The bruises were already a reminder of what happened hours before this moment.

“Well…I ain’t letting yea get on a bus and run away from this shit. But I’m also not letting you go home. Your ma ain’t helpin’. Your dad is a fucking bitch. So you’ll stay with Lucille and I.”

“…really?”

“Yeah. I ain’t lettin’ another soul hurt yea”

“Thanks Smith…”

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Negan dropped his bat to catch Y/N as one of his own decided to shoot her down for stepping out of line. Thankful the shot was in her left side, but given how much blood she already lost to his hand—-he wasn’t going to let this slide.

The way this man threatened their lives was now being gentle with one of their own. He set her down on the floor listening to her hyperventilate and without a word he snapped at his right hand Simon pointing to her. Which meant to take care of her and get the bleeding to stop. He and another he instructed to help took care of Y/N in the moment which lead to confused looks from her group.

“Who did it” Negan frowns slowly reaching for his bat and once he picked it up. His anger spilled. “WHO THE FUCK DID IT”

It didn’t take long for the man who fired the shot to step forward and follow Negan’s gestures for him to step in front of the line up.

“On your knees”

“B—“

“ON YOUR KNEES” He snaps gripping his bat as if he could break it in half with the force. Once the man did and the group continued to have a tense feeling for what he’s about to do, but also if Y/N would make it that night.

“What’s your name?”

“N—“

“No. Your fucking birth name”

“I—Uh. Kyle”

“Well Kyle. Meet your fucking maker” and everyone witnessed what would happened to Abraham if Y/N didn’t step in.

Once the guy was…splattered on the dirt road, Negan knew he had to show them more of that he means business. But the way the color was fading in Y/N’s complexion, his mind went all over the place.

Why the fuck did she have to be a part of this group Negan groans heading toward the RV and tossing his bat inside before approaching the leader, Rick. “You’re comin’ with me. Y’all watch the rest. Make sure they don’t do nothin’. And Simon” he turned back to the situation seeing him apply pressure to the bullet wound. “Take her back to the Sanctuary.”

“No!” Maggie yells watching her best friend get taken by his men as she tried to get up but immediately fell down given her situation. “Please. Please don’t take her”

The leader of the Saviors quietly approached the sobbing brunette crouching to her level.

“If it weren’t for her…I wouldn’t hesitate to kill every single one of you fuckers for what y’all did” as Maggie continued to sob into the dirt, Negan rose to his feet approaching Rick and grabbing the retired sheriff by the hair dragging him to the RV and show their leader he means business in a different way.

Negan shoved Rick into the seat, slamming his hatchet into table before him. He brought himself to the driver’s seat gripping the steering wheel watching the car they loaded Y/N up in, drive away.

You came back

When I’m no longer me

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Negan quietly approaches Y/N’s door about to knock when he realizes the door was open. So with a bit of hesitation he pushes it open and finds most of Y/N’s belongings were gone. His anxiety started to get the best of him as he rummages through the entire room for any sign of where she could’ve went.

But then it was obvious. Negan picked up the letter with his name on it from her desk and slowly sat down on her bed.

You don’t need any distractions when caring for the woman you love. I’ll come back someday…but I have to find myself, by myself.

I love you Smith. Don’t get into any trouble when I’m gone.

Y/L/N

Negan felt the tears come on as he wished she never left. Wished he saw the signs that she was going to.

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Now he wasn’t going to let her go

The pain…wasn’t..unbearable. This felt weird. Nothing like the injuries from running from the prison…or the cannibals.

Y/N slowly wakes in an unfamiliar place and once the confusion settled in. She shot up in the bed seeing her injures were taken care of and that she was attached to an IV. An IV? In this hell? But that didn’t matter anymore. She took it out a bit roughly that would obviously cause blood as she grabs some of the loose gauze from the tray beside her bed to apply pressure.

She didn’t account for how long she has been in the bed or out cold for that matter, that she immediately fell to the ground after getting up.

“Fuck…” Y/N groans as the thud didn’t go unnoticed by the man supposedly guarding her room.

“Shit. You’re awake. Alright. I gotta get the big man but first let me help—-“

“Fuck off” Y/N sighs smacking the hands away when he tried to help her. “Don’t touch me”

“Y-Yes ma’am”

Weird. Y/N frowns helping herself get up and realizing she’s practically naked. “Get the fuck out. I’ll be out in a minute”

After getting the clothes provided to her on, Y/N was lead through the entire place called the Sanctuary. It was creepy even if some parts of the place were “homey”.

“Here we are” the man opens the door to another room letting Y/N in as she tensed even more.

It doesn’t matter if..I know him. I need to leave. Need to see Maggie. Check on my family Y/N frowns examining the place. Even if they’ll never believe my words she sighs knowing this will be difficult to go back to normal.

Y/N quickly turned around when the door opened once more and Negan appeared.

“Hey…”

“Start talking Smith”

“Now come on. I haven’t seen yea in years and—-“

“You’ve murdered a fuckton of people and for what exactly?”

“May I remind you, that your little group ended up in my line up because they murdered a shitton of my people? If y’all didn’t—-“

“Negan Smith fucking explain why you are a goddamn dictator” Y/N snaps not listening to anything more except the obvious elephant in the room. “How could you do this? The stories I’ve heard…the people you’ve killed…the child you killed…what happened to you that lead you to become this monster?”

“I lost Lucille. Lost my home. Lost you. It does a lot to a man”

“Losing me…made you a terrible person?” The hurt in her voice made him regret saying that, but even then he can’t find a way to make what he said even better. “Negan. I don’t know how Lucille died…I have some idea…but I don’t believe she would’ve liked how you turned out for whatever was the turning moment for you”

The way Negan was looking at her made both their anxiety grow. Negan wanted to tell her what happened, what lead to his total change. While Y/N was simply afraid of what he could do or what he did.

“How long was I out?!”

“A few days why—“ Negan was suddenly forced against the door startling the few that thought eavesdropping on the two would be interesting. “Y/N what the—-“

“Did you kill anyone from my family? Did you do something un-fucking-thinkable to the people I care about?!”

“No! Well. One of them was taken here. But the guy I’ve got watching him was instructed not to do anything. For—-“

“If you say for me, I’ll snap you in half. Now tell me. How the fuck you got here” Y/N snaps shoving him back and going to sit on the bed when she felt a pain in her side. “Fuck”

“You—“

“No! Answer my question”

“But you’re bleeding—-“

“Just. Fucking answer. I’ve been through fucking worse” Y/N frowns rising to her feet and approaching the small kitchenette while Negan kept his distance even if every part of him wanted to help.

I understand…Grief brings out of a lot of emotions. Rick was definitely scary when Lori died the way that she did. Hell he went through his own darkness. But he never killed in the way Negan did.

“You need to let my friend go…” Y/N frowns lifting her shirt slightly to press the towel against her bleeding bandage. “And let me go.”

“I can’t do that”

“Smith…”

“Please.” Negan begged. He never did that. He cautiously stepped closer watching her not resent his advance. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve got you back”

“Then change”

If only it was that simple.

Negan had told their group he would visit in a week to collect half of their belongings. But since having Y/N, he didn’t care per se. He still had his men do check ins to make sure they were still collecting enough to provide for the Saviors…but he never went himself to collect. Which lead to an uncomfortable conversation.

“No. You can’t just let that happen”

“Ever since she left with them, he’s never threatened us. With himself at least” Rick states crossing his arms. “We’ll need to get Daryl back and then—-“

“Then get Y/N back” Maggie snaps almost immediately given the conversation was simply leaving Y/N with Negan who has a short fuse and anything could happen to the girl. She wasn’t about to lose her best friend to a mad man.

Even if Y/N was conflicted with her own decision.

“What are you doing here?” Dwight questions Y/N’s presence by the cells. He immediately noticed the black dress she was given after being there for a few weeks. “You’re one of the main guy’s wives. You have to stay in your designated—-“

Y/N socked Dwight in the face as he stumbled back holding his nose from the bullseye shot she landed.

“Leave.”

“I’ll tell—-“

“I don’t give a fuck” Y/N snaps taking the keys off his person watching him leave and she knew this felt rather easy. Is Negan doing what she wants…except for what she actually wants.

When the door opened and Y/N saw the state w that Daryl was in. Her heart shattered.

“He’s a lair” Referring to the fact that when he said he won’t hurt anyone she cares about. “Let’s go D”

“That easy? Seriously?” Daryl scoffs. “What are you to this guy?” He winces when he rose to his feet and Y/N kept a look out before leading the way to an exit.

“He…” He still is. “used to be someone very important to me”

“What like an ex-lover?” Daryl quickly pulled Y/N back into a corridor when he heard footsteps approaching. “Was he always an egotistical bastard?”

“He had his moments” She whispers looking at the floor as Daryl felt tense for a moment, knowing the second they are out of there he would ask her to come with him. Go back to their group…their family…but this is the first time he could actually read her. He’s known her for years and she’s kept a good front, even when moments she would want to fall apart.

“Merle was a bastard his whole life”

“As you’ve said” Y/N went to check for their window and once they had it, Daryl took her wrist before she lead the way.

“But he still did some good. Now I don’t want yea to stay here. I really don’t want you to give your life up just to keep a bastard from hurting your family.” Daryl frowns letting go of her as she brought herself close once more giving the archer a sad look on her face. “Do what you need to do”

Of course Y/N got and took the blame for Daryl escaping. But she wasn’t punished and wasn’t given a public punishment like Negan usual does. Which lead to an uprising finally happening. The residence had enough of Negan’s rules and were thankful to Y/N that they even suggested a change in leadership.

“You’ve changed me”

“Just from existing? Never thought that would be possible” Y/N frowns watching the people pack up their belongings that were rightfully theirs and some of her own group split everything between the communities that the Saviors took from, at least the ones still standing.

“When you lived with me in the old world, you made me a better person. Made me a better partner” Negan frowns knowing that his demise will be met very soon given the window people are given. “I just never thought I’d be losing you again even when I—-“

“Who says you’re losing me? I just got you back. The you I once knew.” Y/N states watching Negan’s features relax. “Yeah we are gonna be running for the rest of our lives because you’ll be hunted…but at least I know my family is safe”

“But aren’t I just causing problems by keeping you from your family? The family…you’ve always wanted?”

“I had the family I’ve always wanted. I lost Lucille and I saved you.” Y/N sighs gripping the string of her bow as it wraps around her front. “You’ll have to repay me with time, Smith”

“I can do that…”

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