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grimmsbride · 2 months ago

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▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ ❛ SOME ENCOURAGEMENT. NAM-GYU / PLAYER 124

nam-gyu attempts to recruit beloved, timid reader into thanos’s world. all it takes is a little encouragement.

𖥔 ࣪˖ NOTES, writing smut on company time is actually hilarious, idk why i got this idea during work. but anywho — i hope you enjoy, i tried my hand at his character. as always please ignore any grammar mistakes or typos.

Imagine Nam-Gyu attempting to recruit someone without the advice of his beloved purple-haired leader. Surprising, right? Despite his own issues with inferiority; the ex-club worker just seems to follow behind Thanos like a hungry puppy desperate for a bone— or drugs, for that matter. But no, just this once, Nam-Gyu takes the lead. The numbers are growing closer and even more scarce, fear lacing people’s minds and causing them to hit that dreaded X button. Thanos’s World’s dream is to continue the games to pay off their debts, right?— so it only made sense for Nam-Gyu to turn an X over to the O side.

He couldn’t just pick anyone. Someone far too strong-willed would definitely tell him no, and someone far too weak would just be a curse rather than a blessing.

Who to choose.. Who to choose..

Soon enough the man’s eyes are locking on to you— a contestant he has seen around, yet hasn’t heard much from. Not only were you easy on the eyes but you just seemed like the perfect person to shape into a worthy teammate.

Within minutes he’s approaching you, an easy-going smile in place as your name falls from his lips. Nam-Gyu had heard it said before by someone close to you, another random that he hadn’t bother to think about.

“Yes..?” Your words are slow, lips pursing as you take in the man before you. You were beyond nervous; this was the lackey of that purple-haired lunatic after all. Watching the two fight on the very first day was enough to tell you to avoid them at all costs. Yet here you were, a few feet away from one of them, under his gaze that trailed over you like a pretty piece of jewelry behind a display case.

You couldn’t help but bring your hands closer to yourself, teeth dragging across your cheek nervously.

From your head to your toes, Nam-Gyu’s eyes soon landed on that big red patch residing just under your bosom. With a breathy chuckle he reached over, allowing a single finger to press and trace the X.

“You wanna get out of the games that bad, huh? You voted X twice already.”

Your eyes flicked down to his hand, before traveling back to his face. “Yeah well..” You dragged slowly, watching that harsh gaze return to your features.

“I—I want to get rid of my debts.. but putting my life on the line for it just seems..” You hoped you got your words across perfectly, even without continuing your sentence. Sure, it was hard being hounded for your debts, but death looming over your head just didn’t seem worth it.

Still, Nam-Gyu only shook his head at you, a sigh full of pity escaping his lips.

“Well, that’s where you’re messing up.” Nam-Gyu hummed, stepping just a bit closer, finger still tracing that damned patch. Your attention kept flicking between his face and finger, wondering why exactly warmth was pooling throughout your entire body.

“Worrying too much about dying is what’s gonna get you killed, not anything else.”

Your eyebrows knitted close, a look of confusion plastered across your face. Worrying seemed like the right way to keep yourself alive.. right? Not worrying just seemed, well— stupid. Not that you would say that to his face, obviously.

“I have to disagree..”

Just barely did you hear the sound of the man sucking his teeth, watching the way his face turned to the side, clearly searching for his next few words. You debated on walking away from this conversation, it was clear what his objective was. And whether ordered by Thanos or not, you didn’t really want to know— nor figure out.

Yet for some reason you were practically glued to the spot, blinking up at him and waiting oh, so patiently for his next spiel. And as you watched his face turn back to you, your breath got caught in your throat.

“Okay then.. worry all you want, but you wouldn’t you want someone to look out for you?” Nam-Gyu’s other hand was reaching to your patch at this point, using both thumbs to trace it. “Being on this side, there’s no unity.. it’s every person for themself.”

The two of you locked eyes, a sickeningly sweet smile crossing his face.

“Come with us, and we’ll look after you. I’ll personally see to it too.”

Slowly did your teeth sink into your bottom lip, struggling to maintain the eye contact that he seemed so keen on keeping. The only thing you could hear was your racing heart and the gentle sounds of his thumbs sliding across that red patch. His words were.. tempting. You wondered if he rehearsed what to say, like a video game with multiple endings; did he have it all figured out before he even walked over? Was he so prepared to convert you, using every rejection you had as some silly obstacles the man easily hobbled over?

So caught up in your thoughts, you hardly realized Nam-Gyu had gotten even closer until his breath fanned across your ear in a simple;

I’ll let you think it over, let’s talk again later..

When you thought of later, you initially believed in thirty mins or so. Maybe this time he would bring over his beloved leader to really get the point across. But no, later seemed to be during lights out; when you all should be sleeping, tucked away in the rare bliss these murderous games brought.

And the only talking that was happening was the soft words Nam-Gyu continued to whisper into your ear and the even softer moans of passion that slipped from your swollen lips.

See, Nam-Gyu wasn’t an idiot despite what Thanos seems to think. Quickly he caught on to two things whilst speaking to you.

The first being, you were quite cute when nervous. And two, you just loved looking at his hands.

So what better way to really stretch his point across but using his beloved fingers to stretch you open just how he liked?

“Should have done this from the start, look how cooperative you’re being..” The smile on Nam-Gyu’s face was permanent at this point, the corner of his mouth twitching with each pitiful moan you released. His rings were tossed lazily to the side, his bare fingers now pushing into your sloppy cunt so perfectly. Longer then your own, they pushed and prodded; opening you up and rubbing against your soaked walls. With each breath you were clenching, causing the smile on his face to only grow deeper.

“Scared of dying but not of some stranger finger-fucking you, huh? What a joke.”

You wanted to tell him off, how he was so mean and so wrong. But you couldn’t, not with how your mind was getting complete lost from his movements. Your teeth were grinding into your bottom lip, a metallic taste filling your mouth as time progressed. Deep moans thundered from your throat, muffled by your harsh biting. You couldn’t imagine having your little recruitment interrupted by some poor contestant just trying to get some rest.

But with the way Nam-Gyu was practically ruining you, it didn’t seem he cared much either way. He was so hellbent on coaxing you, his lips right against your ear as that damned thumb came and circled your swollen bud.

“I told you I’d look after you right, where’s my thank you?”

Your eyes widened the moment his free hand rose, pushing at your cheeks and basically forcing your lips to part. The sound you let out was a strangled mix of a moan and gasp, quickly clasping your own hand against your mouth.

Nam-Gyu chuckled on his breath, thrusting a third finger into your wet cunt as he spoke; “What? You scared of the other contestants realizing how much of a slut you are? Shouldn’t worry too much; this messy cunt is making enough noise for you.”

Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, so fucking mean he was— yet you couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. His digits were curling inside, brushing across that special spot that caused you to shake. Your thighs were clenching harshly around his arm, rushed breaths escaping as your chest rose and fell.

“Th—thank you.. fuck— please…!” You whimpered as softly as you possibly could, glossy eyes staring up at the man. You felt accomplished the moment he drew closer, feeling the cold metal of his chain brush against your heated skin before a gentle kiss was pressed right against your cheek.

“What a good girl.. You wanna come, hm?” The hand was lowering to your throat, fingers simply wrapping around it yet not squeezing. Nam-Gyu watched in pure enjoyment at the way your head tossed back and forth in a rushed nod; how needy you were for him. What a palpable little thing, is what he thought.

“I can make that happen, you just gotta do something for me.”

More words, whispered, tempting; drifting right into your ear and hitting the same pleasurable spots right between your legs. Speaking of, you felt your peak drawing closer; a tight band resting deep in your tummy— ready to burst.

You knew what he wanted, you weren’t an idiot nor were you too fucked out to forget. Your mind was screaming at you, telling you an orgasm wasn’t worth pressing that cursed button.

Yet, for now, you weren’t thinking with your brain, but with your pussy instead.

“P—please let me join! I’ll press the button— I promise!” Another whisper-yell escaped you, desperation clinging to every word as they fled those pretty lips.

With that final confirmation Nam-Gyu was quickening the pace of his fingers, eating up the way your body convulsed, a lost look invading your eyes as you came undone. Your essence trickled down his fingers all the way to his wrist, a sticky residue that he would make sure you clean up later.

For now.. his hand rose from your throat to instead cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb right under your eye so tenderly— so sweetly.

“I knew you could do it.. just needed some encouragement, right?”

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twdeadlysins · 6 years ago

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Bloodletting: Part One

Season two, episode two (1/2)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 3,337

Warnings: Slow burn, panic attack, minor mention of character death, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos

Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.

If you want to be (un)tagged for this series rewrite, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or leave a comment and I’ll add/remove you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST // TWD SERIES REWRITE

The adrenaline coursing through your veins subsided every pained muscle in your body as you sprinted behind Rick, who was carrying Carl’s limp body in his arms. Shane was trailing behind with the man that caused this whole mess. Other than him mentioning a house and a doctor, you got the directions and tuned out everything else, not caring what else he had to say, Carl was the only thing that mattered.

Once you broke out of the woods, you raced through a field, trying not to pass your best friend. Rick started to falter in his steps, his grip slipping on Carl, so you rushed to him and grabbed his son. Rick’s emotions were getting the best of him which obviously you didn’t blame him, he was carrying his motionless son in his arms, but you were faster. As you were sprinting in the general direction of the house, you heard Shane yelling at the man to keep moving and to get you guys there before Rick shouted in question of how far it was. The breathless hunter had said it’d be another mile and you could barely hear him since you were almost halfway there, seeing the house in the distance.

In between pants you screamed for help, hoping whoever was inside would hear and come assist you. You cradled Carl in your arms, mentally praying that he’d be okay as you struggled with the tears that threatened to spill from your tired eyes. Once you had gotten a bit closer, you saw a figure standing on the porch before they went inside to bring four or so people out with them.

“Was he bit?” the elderly man questioned as you swallowed the bile in your throat. “Shot, by your man,” you answered, speed walking towards them.

“Otis?”

You desperately shrugged your shoulders since you didn’t catch his name, not caring for introductions as Carl was unconscious on the ground with a bullet in his body. The older man had instructed for you to get him inside of their home just as Rick had caught up with you. He had ordered for a Patricia and Maggie to collect his supplies as he rolled up his sleeves with you trekking behind, leading you into a bedroom. He then lifted the comforter of the bed, so you could lie Carl down. Rick kept inquiring if his boy was alive, but the doctor ignored him, trying to save Carl as he demanded for things. The doctor handed you a pad and so you folded it and applied pressure to the wound since you had some medical experience from being in the military. You didn’t specialize in it, but you did know the basics and enough to get someone by.

He then pulled out his stethoscope and placed it on Carl’s chest while you stared down at your bloody hands. “I’ve got a heartbeat. It’s faint.”

The one you assumed to be Patrica told you to step back, that she had it, so you withdrew your hands and backed away from them to give them their space. The doctor assured they were going to do everything they could for him and told Rick that they needed some room. You lightly nudged Rick and guided him to the door only to see Shane and Otis sprinting towards the house. Once the two of you went outside, the adrenaline you once had dissipated, and a sharp pain shot down your leg making you wince and fall to the ground. You clutched your thigh and rocked back and forth as Shane rushed to your side to help, but you shook your head knowing there was nothing he could do. “It’s okay- I’m- okay,” you muttered in between breaths, grunting at your throbbing muscles.

The bruised hip was long forgotten when Carl hit the ground and especially when you couldn’t feel the pain as you raced to save him. You waved Shane off to tend to Rick who had accidentally transferred blood from his hands to his face. As Shane wiped his friend’s face with a rag, you straightened out your leg with a whimper before leaning on the house with one hand for support as you pushed up with the other to stand. Once you stood up, you wiped your palms onto your jeans since the blood had already transferred from clutching onto your leg, your jeans were already stained, so might as well. The four of you entered the house after to check up on how they were doing to see the elderly man next to Carl, holding a towel to his wound.

“You know his blood type?”

“A-Positive, same as mine…” Rick replied. The man then stated that it was fortunate and that he didn’t want him wandering too far because he’ll need him soon before questioning Otis on what happened.

“I was tracking a buck… bullet went through it, went clean through,” Otis explained slowly, still in shock that this was the result. The way he elaborated, the tone and his expression was enough for you to not blame him, it was a freak accident… out of everyone’s control.

“The deer slowed the bullet down which certainly saved his life, but it did not go through clean. It broke up into pieces. If I can get the bullet fragments out and I’m counting six…” the doctor revealed, causing your breath to hitch.

“I never saw him,” Otis desperately assured Patricia from behind you, “not until he was on the ground.”

“Lori doesn’t know,” Rick solemnly said on the brink of breaking down. “My wife doesn’t know… my wife doesn’t know.”

Shane put his arm around his shoulder trying to comfort him and whispered in his ear, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying to him. You got closer to Rick and softly gripped his shoulder, rubbing your thumb to let him know you were there for him too… that he wasn’t alone in this. “I can- I can go back to the group… tell Lori and bring her-”

Before you could finish your sentence, your throat began to itch and you started to cough. You placed your mouth in the crook of your elbow to prevent spreading any germs and it seemed the coughing fit wouldn’t end. A hand was on your back, smoothing circles across it and patting here and there. “Is it just me or is it hot in here,” you inquired in a haze.

Shane had guided you to the couch in the living room and a girl with short brunette hair, which you assumed was Maggie, held a water bottle to your lips, so you tilted your head back for the liquid to coat your throat. After she backed away and set the bottle down on the coffee table, the older gentleman placed the back of his hand to your temple to check for a fever. Your entire body felt like a furnace and you felt so fatigued from the running, the pain, and the heat that you wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

“She’s got an infection,” he stated as he inspected the swollen cuts on your arms. He instructed for someone to get some type of antibiotics that you didn’t catch the name of since all you wanted to do was listen to your body… to pass out. Someone requested for you to open your mouth and you obliged, feeling the pills and the water before you swallowed the contents and rested your head against the back of the couch, letting your droopy eyes shut.

Meanwhile…

“You still worrying about it?” Andrea questioned Lori since she had turned around to look beyond the woods, in the direction Rick and the rest were.

“It was a gunshot.”

“We all heard it,” Daryl reminded.

Lori quickly craned her neck to look at the group. “Why one? Why just one gunshot?”

“Maybe they took down a walker,” the hunter suggested since he couldn’t think of a better reason as to why one bullet was fired. He actually matched Lori’s worries because he knew that Rick, Shane and Y/N wouldn’t have had risked the noise or waste the ammo for a single walker. There were three capable people to take down a walker, so they wouldn’t have used their guns.

“Please don’t patronize me, you know Rick wouldn’t risk a gunshot to put down one walker. Or Shane or Y/N. They’d do it quietly,” she abruptly countered before searching the trees with her eyes as if she was going to see anything, see them.

“Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?” Carol questioned.

Daryl didn’t want anyone to start panicking, so he flatly said that there was nothing they could do about it, that they couldn’t just chase echos in the woods. The only thing they could do was beat the bush for Sophia and work their way back to the highway. As they started to walk again, Andrea started to apologize for what Carol was going through, so they paused to wait for the two of them.

“The thought of her- out here… by herself, it’s the not knowing that’s killing me,” Carol sadly said. “I just keep hoping and praying she doesn’t wind up like Amy.”

Carol instantly realized what slipped from her lips and hurriedly apologized for her mistake to the blonde. Andrea didn’t take offense even though her face was a little struck by it, but nonetheless she understood and said that they were all hoping and praying for what it was worth.

“I’ll tell ya what it’s worth- not a damn thang. It’s a waste of time all this hopin’ and prayin’ ‘cause we’re gonna locate that little girl and she’ll be just fine,” Daryl declared. Daryl didn’t believe in all that religious crap, he did just fine on his own without praying and believing. Listening to Y/N pray didn’t change his mind, but it wasn’t like he was going to think less of her for believing in something he didn’t.

“Am I the only one zen around here? Good Lord,” the hunter said in annoyance as he got a move on. He just wanted to get back in hopes of finding Sophia and wait until Rick and the others came back so they could come up with something else if she wasn’t found.

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“Why’d I let him come with us? I should have sent him with Lori.”

“Rick… this isn’t your fault,” you weakly assured with your eyes barely open. A light blanket covered your form even though you were burning up, you didn’t want to throw it off because you’d miss it’s texture and feel cold without it.

“She’s right. You know, you start that, you’ll never get that monkey off your back,” Shane advised and it was true. Ever since you blamed yourself for the deaths of your aunt and uncle, the guilt never seemed to go away and same with Sophia.

“Little girl goes missing, you look for her, simple. You said call it, head back-”

“Doesn’t matter what I said,” Shane softly argued, feeling for his best friend and the guilt he was feeling, it was clear in his voice. Rick shouldn’t guilt trip himself for something that wasn’t in his control.

“Carl got shot because I wouldn’t cut bait. It should be me in there.”

Shane chuckled, “You’ve been there, partner. Right? And you pulled through, so will he,” he confidently said. You agreed with his statement, Carl was strong just like his father, he was going to make it and you’d be damned if you were wrong.

After the two of them bantered some more, Maggie opened the door and called for Rick, something about needing blood. You could hear groaning mixed with cries in the other room and you tossed the fabric aside to head to the room, but Shane caught you as you wobbled in your place. “Nah, you stay here, okay? Need to rest to and let the antibiotics do their job, so you get better,” he gently spoke.

You reluctantly nodded your head and plopped down on the couch, covering yourself with the blanket while you heard Carl shout out for his dad. It pained you to hear his cries knowing that you couldn’t do anything for him, that even his own father couldn’t. The only thing he could do was give him his blood and be there for him. When he started to scream in agony, you clasped your hands over your ears and clamped your eyes shut, desperate to close off any distressed noises. You could hear Rick yell to stop, that the doctor was killing him, so you abruptly got up and limped out the door not caring if it hurt.

You were aware that the doctor wasn’t killing him, that Rick was reacting to his son in pain, but all you wanted to do was get as far away as possible because you couldn’t take it. The screams and shouts of pain and arguments were too much especially in your condition at the moment. You managed to sit in a chair outside on the patio, still wrapped up in the blanket, quietly sobbing at everything that’s gone wrong since you arrived at the quarry. Merle’s hand on the rooftop and the cries of Daryl, the deaths of Amy and some of the others, the death of Jim, the deaths of Jacqui and Jenner, breaking down in the middle of an interstate that inhabited death, Sophia’s disappearance and now this. Every emotion you bottled up inside poured out of you like a tsunami, when was everything going to be alright for once? Every time things looked good for you all, it all came crashing down on you. The world was toying with you, handing you something and just as you’re about to reach for it, it snatches it right back before you could get a hold of it.

“Are you okay?”

You snapped your head to see Maggie eyeing you worriedly and you shook your head as you tried to catch your breath and you when you couldn’t, you started to panic and hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Just breathe, follow my breaths.” She was crouched in front of you and held both of your trembling hands, slowly inhaling and exhaling, encouraging you to copy. You mimicked her breaths and once you started to get the pattern, you closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself. It had been years since you had a panic attack, all the emotions you stored away came rushing back and you started to fear the worse.

“Are you okay?” Maggie asked with concern again and you unraveled your hands from her grip, rubbing your face along with your tears. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Here, let's get you inside and some water.” She helped you up keeping in mind to not touch your bandaged wounds and escorted you to the couch before prompting you to drink some water.

Time had went by, you didn’t know how long, but Rick and Shane finally came out of the bedroom. Otis and Maggie were each in an armchair eager to hear of any updates whereas you were curled up on the couch. You lolled your head off of the furniture to peer at Shane in hopes for any news since the screams stopped a while ago.

“He’s stable for now.”

Maggie and Otis seemed relieved, but still anxious… things could still change… stable was good, but not good enough to be cheering. You flopped your head back to rest before hearing Rick say that Lori had to be there, that she had to know.

“Okay, I get that,” Shane responded. “I’m gonna handle it, but you’ve gotta handle your end.”

“My- my end?” Rick stuttered, not grasping onto what he was referring to.

“Your end is being here for your son. Even if he didn’t need your blood to survive, there’s no way I’d ever let you walk out of that door. Man, I’d break your legs if you tried, you know that, right?” There was silence before Shane continued. “If something happened to him and you weren’t here… if- if he slipped away while you were gone, you would never forgive yourself for that and neither would Lori, man.”

Shane was right, Rick wouldn’t forgive himself if the worse outcome happened and you knew damn sure Lori wouldn’t either, she’d remind him of it all the time. You remembered a time when Rick helped Carl bake cookies while Lori was away and it turned out to be a disaster, she never let him forget it either. He needed to be there for Carl, someone else could go get Lori and it couldn’t be you anymore, you knew your limits and this was one of them.

“You’re right.”

“When was I ever wrong?” Shane joked with Rick to lighten up the mood a bit and you couldn’t prevent yourself from chuckling knowing he had a grin on his face. The giggle morphed into a cough and you heard Shane stifle a laugh, so once you composed yourself, you gave him a resting bitch face and gave him the bird earning a gleeful smile in return.

After Shane gave Rick another motivational speech, the older man whose name you learned was Hershel, stepped out of the door and informed that Carl was out of danger for the time being. He needed to remove the remaining fragments and he needed to go deeper for the rest, but Carl couldn’t take the shallowest one, so he definitely couldn’t take the others. Another problem was that his belly was distended and his pressure was dropping which indicated that there was internal bleeding. He would need to open him up, find the nicked blood vessel and stitch it while Carl remained perfectly still, not a single movement or the doctor would sever an artery and Rick’s son would be dead in minutes.

In order for Hershel to perform this surgery, Carl would have to go under, but he wouldn’t be able to breathe on his own so either way he would die. “Don’t you need some type of equipment for him- for him to breathe while you operate?” you questioned, clearing your throat once you felt an itch.

“You need a respirator,” Otis spoke up before asking Hershel what else he needed. Hershel mentioned the tube that went with the respirator and other medical supplies, if he had all of those things, he could try and save the boy. Otis mentioned a high school, they had set up a shelter there and would have everything they needed. Last time Otis had saw it, it was overrun, but there was a possibility it got better with time.

Rick hated the idea of Shane going alone and you wanted to offer to go with him, but you knew that wasn’t an option, not in your condition, you didn’t need anyone telling you that. Shane asked for the doctor to write up a list and draw a map, but Otis said he didn’t need one, that he was going to be his guide. Patricia denied him of going, but Otis wanted to since he was responsible. You understood that more than anybody, so you thought it was best if he aided Shane in the supply run. Like you always said, two better than one.

Before Shane walked passed you to leave, you grabbed his wrist and looked up at him. “Be safe, okay? Don’t do anything stupid.”

He grinned down at you, “When have I ever done anything stupid?” You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off. “Don’t answer that,” he chuckled before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “But don’t worry about me, alright? Get some rest, you hear? You nodded your head and loosened your hold as he walked away and out the door, you just hoped that the run would be successful and that they’d both come back in one piece.

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k4nill · 6 years ago

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ROTTMNT: Human AU, some design HCs and random HC

@bootyyshaker9000 This is so long i'm so sorry i just gonna make a post about it i don't wanna flow your dms or anything, so I wrote this down in paper and in spanish so forgive me if my english is shitty and it took so damn long, btw HI!!!~ How you doing honey?

My Heart Ache a Lot (cuzhessopreciousicantbrah)

~ My son Mikey I can't let anybody hurt you. (Btw, Leon call him Miguelito). He struggles a little with puberty, mostly with ocasional acne. His brothers constantly remind him of being careful to not get scars from pinching the pimples obsessively.

~ MIXED BRAH U CANT' TELL ME OTHER WISE, 1/2 cups of african-american and 1/2 cups of latino spice and PUFF yOU GOT CINNAMON ROLL THAT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU.

~ Cocoa skin (with that yellow undertone, you know?). Thin hair, curly, natural and the most bouncy-est(?) hair, a little above the chin lenght, tied up in a bun when he's busy making art.

~ Button nose, surrounded by some freckles. With really big, almond eyes. His face gets pinkish when it's to damn hot, he's doing to much work or is REALLY angry.

~ I think I gotta bring up how nice his smile is, he got that smile, that shows up just his upper teeth row, the upper lip disappears and it goes way up his cheeks and then it sinks in his dimples. Art.

~ Mikey ain't that young but his height, complexion and even facial features makes him look a lot younger in comparison to his brothers, he could be like 25 and ppl would still think he's in highschool, never aging ppl.

~Had this beautiful dreads, with the tips colored differently once in a while. Now he's growing his hair to have larger dreads, so he can paint em a different color each and have em in high up-do, like a rubberband ball.

~ Mikey would wear every fucking color, get the fuck away with toxic masculinity p l e a s e. Fits anything 10/10. But loves sports clothing (Matching ones are the BEST) he find's it refreshing and really comfy since Miguel is really active, so if he's needs to go usain bolt he GOES OFF and you can imagine sneakers don't last with him. Probably, every single piece of clothing he owns has at least a minor stain from some sort of paint.

~Wears headbands, sometimes really neat designs and then straight out "what the hell is this vomit stain garbage Mikey?" (from Donnie, mostly).

~ Has fake piercings. He's got several in his ears. He wants to have em for real, older brothers just keep telling him that "when he gets older".

Plus: We all know how the turtles are sneaky sneaky, tricky tricky and rad skillyz skillyz being ninjas but in this human AU his brothers got nothing on him like he's flexible as hell, he comes down the stairs like the exorcist bitch or that other bitch on the ring and scares the shit out of Leon and Raph, can touch his calfs with his neck that kind of stuff. And he doesn't run, he travels back to 1955 to save Marty McFly ass.

Leonardo DABinci

~ Not so long ago I made a post about how Leon is a Latino, quote:

"I can clearly see how Leon is totally a Latino. Like: thick wavy hair, with really small monolid eyes, and medium light skin (latinos know what the hell i'm talking about, those kids that get told they have "ojos de chinito" and rock the neapolitan tanning: caramel where the sunlight hits, milky way where it doesn't and pink when it's too much sun for the day) and then Donnie is this asian™ bean, so, sometimes they are mistaken as blood related brothers (Mostly cuz the eyez) and the stripes are the tanning y'all."

~ In addition, recently someone WOKE™ me up and reveled to me as in a prophecy, that Leon is Half-Chilenian, Half-Argentinian.

~ TBH yall, i just want my boy to do his thing and do them Fornite dances while some dope ass cumbias are playing, this is straight up my dream for real.

~Leon got those damn thick eyebrows more than Raph, plucks em to give em shape.

~Has a lot of scars. Leon is very active as Miguel but he is a troublemaker. Got several scars from fights: face, knees, knuckles, arms, legs. And that one time he came running to get his juice, slipped and smashed into the stove glass.

~Has wavy thick hair, keeps the top messy and fluffy and the rest shorter, undercut typo.

~LEON. USES. GLASSES. Period. But don't use em regulary, mainly cuz he's so active and sometimes clumsy and would rather not buy glasses everytime he goes out.

(Donnie, probably): "Leon, why don't you use your glasses? You are making your eyes even smaller trying to read that sign"

(Dumbo): "No, no! que dices weon? I only need the glasses when i'm reading!"

~Loves stripes in his clothing. In any shape and thickness.

~Low-key uses Donnie button up shirts because he does think Donnie looks so well in em, but he's a little more broad than him (Thicc bacc, bicc arms) so he had tear some up, or pop a button or too.

~Guy who would wear anything and don't give a shit if he doesn't have a defined style. One day he's with that graphic tee, flashy bermudas and some sandals and the other day using some jeans, saggy big sweater, a beret and some fine boots.

~ Loves boots more than sneakers. Got good traction with em. But no one can replace las CHANCLAS i'm telling you, he's so comfortable flipping & flopping.

~ He's hairy. Really hairy. Don't shave, except the faice. He's got that baby face and the trace of where the beard could be. It ain't that thick sandpaper beard aftershave tho, Raph taught him the tricks to the silk road.

~Them sideburns tho, neAT-O.

~He ain't got former training, just some random stuff he's learned from Donnie and Raph. Nontheless, he's the trickster and can go dirty on fighting just to save his ass. But sometimes, his big mouth saves his dumb ass from trouble. (2/100 times, the other 98 times it makes it worse)

~Plus: He's into parkour a lot. Takes Mikey out so he can tag some walls uphigh. These trips are the reason he gets in fights more than his other brothers, he's gotta stick out for his brother in case shit goes down, but mostly because he's a loudmouth and sometimes he deserves it cuz he starts the fire tbh.

The thing goes RAP - PHA - PHA

~ Raph, my soft boy. He still BIG™, ain't ripped like a physiculturist, gotta admit, abs are in fact chocolate abs but got a chunky yet funky tone to it. Big ass arms, to strong to carry my depression and smash all my worries.

~ Obviously African-American, I just imagine this warm undertone to his skin. Thick eyebrows (plucks out his unibrow, and nothing more, that natural angled eyebrow perfect as it is).

~ Hairy complexion (but not as hairy as Leo) to pull out a balbo beard, faded to his hair, then starts the faded high top, (not that high tho) with that cotton natural hair (raph is just my dream tbh).

~ My boy rocks denim everything. But got this particular worn off denim jacket he treats like one of his extremities. It's kinda saggy, old, several splashes of god knows what substances... But he wears it like the most precious thing, his brothers got him for his birthday, selling candy bars and other sweet goodies. Made him cry like a bitch.

~ Snaggletooth fang. I got this random HC that Raph got it in a fight with one of his brothers when he was younger. His first tooth after his decidious teeth, he was so happy, finally "maturing" in his words. In his younger years he struggled a LOT with angry issues, (mainly, as the oldest, he understood a little big more about the rejection above the city for mutants, and built up this feeling of despite).

One day, one of his brothers made him really fucking angry, they got in a physical fight, that ended with his crooked fang, but yet, Raph is BIG and he can't measure his strenght sometimes. Then, his brother is crying in pain, screaming how bad can he treat his brother, as if he didn't love them, just as the people above.

He wasn't angry cuz the teeth (cuz he showed it off, like it made him an adult already), he broke down because he was always feeling so damn angry, being the oldest and yet he was beating their younger siblings over some dumb shit and treated them like people in the surface would. Raph is challenged each day, when he sees his face in the mirror, with the tooth projecting outwards as reminder of all the rage he had to let go to protect their brothers, to make a change on his perspective and emotions, to keep their family and himself happy.

I think this mind set change was the thing that settled Raph as a leader. He got stronger, not physicially, but mentally and emocionally, for the sake of his family.

This HC can be translated somehow to the Human AU but i'm not sure the origin of Raph's rage yet.

~ Would wear any shirt that has anything he likes, PLUS if it is in red. He just loves red. He's the only one obvious with their color preference. Red caps, shirts, jackets, pants and tons of sneakers.

~ Likes jeans but loves that kind of bermuda cut shorts and not all the way down pants. He's got some C A L F S with capitals.

~ Luckily, he does wear matching socks. (We can't see Don's most of the time but Raph shows more leg so).

~Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist. Loves wrist accesories and probably would wrap around anything on his wrist.

~He's got that classic™ Rock Lee from Naruto bandages from training and work out and sometimes he's just to tired to take off the shin pads.

~Don't show em much but got some big ass brass knuckles in his pockets in case someone messes the fuck up with his brothers. (He would easily let go if it was just him, he's a master of templance, but be warned: not with his family)

Plus: Got one tatto, in his back, below the neck, this celtic rune (we know that celtic runes have several meanings, so he took one with various that would fit him) a Gebo, that can mean partnership, generosity and sacrifice.

DONNA TELL EM

~ For starts, Donnie is my asian bean. Creamy pale skin, monolid eyes, with that puffy under eyelid, of course noticeable dark circles, but he got that EYESMILE BOI. (You know that people who kept straight face but the eyes are just screaming happiness??? That kind of eyesmile)

~ Hair black, thin, straight cut (his hair is kinda wavy) at his shoulder's lenght, got that fade styling in the back tho, usually wrapped in a high ponytail/bun. (Mikey loves to mess with his hair).

~ He's got that thin eyebrow hair, so, he fills em up to make them thicker, so gives him more of an assertive feature. (Also he is jealous of Leo and Raph eyebrows, nontheless edge so sharp to cut a bitch) Got that hairless complexion so not much about facial hair.

~ Obviously keeps them THIGHS™. (So far, to me their complexion on the show is the same as in the human AU so... ) Jeans were invented to the sole purpose to fit Donnie so well.

~To wear, jeans are a go to, but damn sweatpants comfy AF. Big old sweatshirts, swearters and hoodies. Underneat, digs button shirts, short or long, never with flashy prints, yet some minor deco, (to him is all in the elegance....). Raph and Donnie share an interest on sneakers, so he can wear like 1 hoodie for 10 days straight but a different sneaker each.

~But wears missmatched socks like the fuck out of here BOI, looking neat and clean and you come out with this yeeyee ass bullshit.

~ Donnie hides the fact that he's riPPED under the hoodies and sweatpants often, (he's tall as shit and his brothers calling him spagethi bOI don't help much) so people make the assumption he's the weakest of his brothers. He's the only graduated on black belt on Karate and knows his shit on MMA. On his younger years he was indeed saved many times by Raph's strenght, Mikey's swiftyness and Leon's cunning. This "being the weak" complex got to his head and started training solo. His brothers are amazed of Donnie's self-improvement and he often disguises it as the "i did it so i wouldnt be the weakest, you better watch out when i supass yall" but they all know he suffered inmensely seeing his brothers hurt because of him, so if they go down he does too, to protect them.

Plus: Complementary headphones with neon designs, blasting nightcore, dubstep and DnB songs with every Donnie purchased.

BG:

In my AU, these kids grew up really poor. They learned the value of hardwork since they were really young. Like in the Teetle Universe, people see them as misfits. Especially, because they are a "patched up family" (they are not blood related) and being looked down by the economic factor, mostly.

They got some real internal issues. But, the only thing that keeps them sane is how tight their brotherhood is.

Donnie and Raph have a job and go to college. Struggle a lot with their younger siblings rebellious stage.

Leon and Mikey go to highschool and do some baked goodies or art comissions to have some sort of income. Ain't fond of school that much, real troublemakers.

April it's a freshman in college and has much more accomodated life, but somehow, she's always felt she doesn't belong to anywhere, until she meet our boys. April learns a lot of life hardships while hanging out with em.

This would be, basically the series:

April meets this guys, this is sort of a slice of life anime, with lots of comedy and fun shots, however it develops around April learning valuable lessons that will help her as an adult, about friendship, loyalty, respect, empathy and kindness, after all the things the boys are going through.

I'm not sure how am I gonna accomodate Splinter in this, but eventually I'll figure it out.

I'm not got at drawing but i'm gonna try to make some of their designs.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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california-doom-merchants · 7 years ago

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My birthday’s tomorrow. I wrote a thing.

25 Things I Learned Before I Was 25:

1. No matter what, there are people around you who have less than you have and who deserve to have more. The most important thing in the world is to try and balance that out as much as you can.

2. There are millions of ways to tell someone you love them. Sometimes it's with words. Sometimes it's with a hug. Sometimes it's by tagging them online every time you see a picture of Kermit the Frog. @saddadsexclub

3. It doesn't matter if you fail once, or twice, or a hundred times, before succeeding. What matters is the trying. Unless you're a brain surgeon, that you're gonna want to ace first time round.

4. Part of being a friend is listening to their problems and giving advice. If you get into the situation where you feel like that's the ONLY part of being someone's friend, you need to take a step back and re-evaluate.

5. There are very few problems that can't be helped by a cup of tea and browsing bad memes on Facebook.

6. If multiple people give you unsolicited compliments on something, you can probably be pretty self-confident about it.

7. If you're struggling then your friends will help. They're always more accepting than you pictured.

8. Having a shouting match at a train station at 3am is not a good idea and may result in you being deservedly mocked years after the fact.

9. A beard is less your problem than it is to the person who's spending time in close proximity to your face. Take their advice on the thing.

10. Watch lots of films. It's relaxing, it broadens your mind, and it means you're less likely to have people exclaim “you've never seen The Lion King??” at you.

11. That said, if you spend a semester at university barely leaving your room and watching horror films, you're unlikely to look back on that with a sense of fulfilment and pride.

12. Every thing you fret about having not done? After having done it, it feels ridiculous to have worried about it. Every time.

13. In theory. another person's political or religious beliefs shouldn't be a barrier to you being polite and courteous towards them.

14. In practice, an awful lot of people are bigoted upper-class fucks who not-so-subtly want to kill the poor.

15. It's perfectly fine to enjoy obscure movies and obscure music, as long as you're not too smug whenever you see The Big Bang Theory or hear Justin Bieber.

16. Making someone who's feeling down laugh is one of the best feelings in the world.

17. If you follow someone on social media who you've never met and they seem pretty cool, message them, because it's actually pretty simple to make some amazing friends out of that.

18. If you see a typo and you still understand what the author's trying to say then you shouldn't be making a big deal out of it.

19. Minor acts of kindness can have an impact far beyond what you can imagine so, you know. Do them.

20. If you buy a big red coat and wear it on a night out then you will make a lot of friends very quickly.

21. If you get the opportunity to travel, say yes.

22. If you get the opportunity to study abroad, try not to bang on about it too much afterwards.

23. People who put lots of effort into making other people happy are people worth getting to know.

24. The bigger an organization is, the more cynical you should be towards it. Cynicism as an all-encompassing life philosophy is as easy and tempting as it is wrong.

25. The world is a dark and dangerous place. But that's not all it is.

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twdeadlysins · 6 years ago

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What Lies Ahead: Part Two

Season two, episode one (2/3)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon and Reader

Word Count: 4,947

Warnings: Slow burn, minor mention of abuse, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos.

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners. (only gif I could find for this unfortunately :/)

With tumblr being stupid and all, my Masterlist can be found linked in my bio to catch up or what not and I will reblog this with the taglist. Sorry for the inconvenience... hopefully this gets fixed soon.

Daryl’s POV

“Sure this is the spot?” Daryl questioned, peering into the hidden spot where Rick had instructed Sophia to stay put at. It was a hole in the raised ground with roots and grass hanging, perfect for cover, so why wasn’t she there?

“I left her right here,” the cop pointed definitively, knowing he was a hundred percent sure. He gestured in another direction explaining how he drew the walkers way off up the creek and killed them. “She was gone by the time I got back here. I figured she just took off and ran back to the group. I told her, go that way and keep the sun on her left shoulder.”

Daryl dragged his limbs through the water to approach where Sophia would’ve gone to get back to the highway to inspect the ground. “Hey, short round,” he called, making Glenn turn his head to the hunter. “Why don’ ya step off to one side? Yer mucking up the trail,” he rasped.

“Assuming she knows her left from her right,” Shane tailed off, referring to what Rick had said mere moments ago.“Kid’s tired and scared, man. She had her a close call with two walkers, got to wonder how much of what ya said stuck.”

“Shane, she understood me fine,” Rick sternly said, annoyed at him for suggesting it was his fault. Daryl believed him and a little girl as smart as Sophia wouldn’t have had a problem listening to his instructions, something else happened. Rick wasn’t at fault.

Daryl examined the ground before saying there were clear prints, that she did in fact head back to the highway, but obviously she never made it there. “Lets spread out, make our way back,” the archer waved, ready to use his tracking skills, but instead of finding food … he had to find a missing person.

He surveyed the footprints and continued to follow them with the three men close behind until the tracks went off course. “She was doing just fine ‘till right here,” Daryl said as he bent down. “All she had to do was keep going. She veered off that way,” he gestured.

“Why would she do that?” Glenn inquired bewilderingly from behind him.

“Maybe she saw something that spooked her, made her run off,” Shane suggested, wandering his eyes over the three of them.

“A walker?” Glenn scaredly asked.

Daryl lightly shook his head, “I don’t see any other footprints, just hers.”

The hunter noticed how silent Rick was, so he glanced over to see him in thought, looking over at the footprints and towards the bushes and other greenery where Sophia went to.

“Maybe there aren’t any other footprints because no one was chasing her… she was being called for,” Rick muttered deep in thought.

“What?” All three men said, confused at what he was talking about. There was no one else in the woods besides them, how could someone be calling for the girl, Daryl thought.

“Y/N ran after her as soon as it happened … by the time I caught up, I only saw Sophia still running for her life.”

Daryl abruptly stood up, fuming on the inside, barely keeping his cool on the outside. You were missing too and he didn’t think to mention it? “Why didn’t ya say this before?”

Rick sighed as he rubbed his face, “I don’ know… I was so caught up in Sophia.”

Daryl strided over to the bushes where the tracks led off course, but he didn’t see a second set of footprints. “Y/N won’t here, she never ran into Sophia.”

“Y/N can handle herself, probably already back at the highway with the res’ of ‘em,” Shane confidently said, but it didn’t ease Daryl’s worries. “So what do we do now? All of us press on?”

“No, better if you and Glenn get back up to the highway. People are gonna start panicking. Let them know we’re on her trail doing everything we can, but most of all, keep everybody calm,” Rick instructed.

“I’ll keep ‘em busy scavenging cars, think up a few other chores. I’ll keep ‘em occupied.” Shane nodded and motioned for Glenn to follow as Rick and Daryl went to see where Sophia’s tracks led to.

Daryl tried his best to focus, but it was difficult when all he could think about was you. All these ‘what ifs’ flooded his mind, all ending with you being dead. He didn’t want to see walkers devouring your corpse, you suffering, or a bite mark… all he wanted to see was that you were okay, that you had just gotten lost or some other excuse. All he wanted was a reason that ended in you being alive. He hoped you were back at the highway.

When Shane suggested that you were most likely back waiting at the interstate, Daryl didn’t believe it even though he wanted to. He knew that you wouldn’t stop searching for Sophia until you found her, just like how you didn’t give up on getting Glenn back or how you kept convincing Jenner to let you all go and live … you were a fighter.

“Tracks are gone,” Rick said, bringing Daryl out of his thoughts.

The hunter scanned the dirt in front of them. “Nah, they’re faint, but they ain’t gone. She came through here,” he pointed. The tracks were barely there, but he could see them. After all, he had been doing this since he was a kid.

“How can you tell?” Rick questioned. “I don’t see anything. Dirt, grass.”

“Ya want a lesson in tracking or ya want to find that girl and get our ass off that interstate?” Daryl smart mouthed causing Rick to shut his and continue to trek behind him.

They were casually brushing past trees when they suddenly heard leaves rustling. The sudden sound caused them to quickly get down and the hunter to wield out his crossbow, searching for the source. Rick pointed out a single walker out in the woods ahead, but just as Daryl was about to nod, he noticed a figure lying down where the walker was heading. The archer tapped Rick and alerted him on what he saw before motioning for him to go in one direction while he went in the other. Once Daryl got in position, the cop whistled and just before the walker bent down to feed, he turned and roared at Rick before an arrow went through his skull.

Daryl strided over to the undead corpse to retrieve his arrow from its skull while Rick sped over to the figure lying among the dead leaves and dirt. He wiped his arrow against his pants to get the gunk off and went to reload his weapon before a gasp and your name left Rick lips. The hunter froze once he faced the both of you, you were still unconscious on your side, facing Rick, making it difficult for Daryl to believe it was you. The more he stared, the more it set in… your signature combat boots, your plain black tee, and your long Y/H/C hair… it was you.

Rick carefully flipped you over onto your back before caressing your face, ushering you to wake up. Daryl snapped out of it and crouched, scanning your body for any bites, but all he could see were cuts alongside your forearms and that your head was bleeding.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Rick softly questioned. Daryl’s heart sped up with relief once he saw your lids move before fluttering open to reveal your Y/E/C irises.

Y/N’s POV

The blurriness of green and a ray of light peeking in caused you to squint and wince, feeling a dull ache slowly form in your head. You blinked several times and noticed two faces looking down on you, one calling your name… the accent was so familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint who it belonged to.

“Y/N, it’s Rick, you okay?”

“Rick?” you croaked before peering over to your other side to see a much more clearer Daryl. “Where- where am I?” you questioned, looking beyond the hunter to see a walker dead a second time on the ground. The corpse jogged your memory and you frantically sat up, ignoring the stinging of your forearms. “Oh my god, Sophia. Where is she? Is she okay?” you hysterically asked, your orbs searching for answers from them, but they just glanced at each other with disappointment.

“We’re still looking,” Rick informed you, not making eye contact as his voice was laced with sadness.

“Then let's go look for her then,” you said, choosing to ignore the pang in your chest at the thought of her lost and alone as you carefully stood up.

“Nah, yer goin’ back wit the rest of the group,” Daryl stood up, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder before he turned his back to you. “We’ll drop ya off.”

“What? No! I’m going to help you guys look for her!” you said in a raised voice not understanding why you couldn’t join them. It was a waste of time in going back to just drop you off, that time could be spent finding Sophia.

“Ya still have a concussion!” he shouted as he quickly turned around, inching closer to your figure. “That’s why ya passed out! Ya almost became lunch for that dead sonuvabitch,” he angrily pointed at the walker, his glare still fixated on you and you swore you saw a vein popping out of his neck. He was pissed at you, that was obvious, but was it because he actually cared for you or did he just think you were reckless? Either way it didn’t matter, his fumes were rubbing off on you and the fact that you hadn’t talked to each other in almost three days played a factor.

“There you go again! Yelling at me because I tried to save someone!” You stopped before you could rant, remembering you two weren’t the only two people on the planet, walkers could come at any moment because of the noise and Rick was standing there letting you two hash it out. “I’m going whether you like it or not because it’s in my blood… I’ve always been like this. I put others before myself, so can we stop arguing ‘cause we’re wasting daylight,” you frustratedly said, stomping past the archer not caring for an answer.

You were about to skip over the walker that Daryl put down, but an idea sprung into your head making you backtrack and kneel down next to the body. You brushed stray strands of hair out of your face and tucked them behind your ear as you looked up to Rick, reaching your open palm for his gloves to which he gave, knowing what you were doing. You slipped on the fabric and lifted the dead’s hands, surveying it’s fingernails, earning a question from the hunter.

“What’re ya lookin’ for?”

“Skin under the fingernails,” Rick answered for you, making the redneck hunch over to look closer. The walker’s hands were filthy and you couldn’t exactly tell if there was skin with the dirt, so you pushed the corpse on it’s back to inspect the teeth. One glance and you could tell it fed recently which made your stomach take a turn. Not because you’d have to search to see what it fed on, but because of the thought that crept into your mind… what if it was Sophia?

The sounds of you picking flesh out of its teeth made you grimace, but you’d seen worse unfortunately. After you got a piece out, you brought it up for both of them to see. It was impossible for anyone to know what kind of flesh it was, so Rick pulled out his knife saying there was only one way to know for sure before tearing open the shirt. Before Rick could get into position to gut the walker, Daryl stopped him and offered to do it.

“How many kills ya skinned and gutted in your life? Anyway, mine is sharper,” Daryl said as he whipped out his blade, getting into a stance before lifting the knife above his head to strike the abdomen.

You had hunted, skinned, and gutted plenty of animals numerous times, so you were an expert in your book… but this? This was different and absolutely disgusting. Your prey’s insides aren’t supposed to be decaying and smelling foul, and the sight of it all was even worse, so you couldn’t help the look of disgust plastered on your face. Rick seemed like he was going to hurl, but the clenching of his jaw and hard expression kept him from doing so.

“Now comes the bad part,” Daryl said before scooping his gloved hands into the walker’s abdomen, searching for the stomach. The horrid smell intensified as he tossed some guts on the ground, so you brought up your gloved hand to your nose to protect yourself from the stench. Daryl had his palms in deep when he confirmed that the walker had a big meal not too long ago, that he could feel it. He brought out the stomach and placed it in front of Rick for him to search through. Once Rick had cut open the bag, the two of them dug through it to find a woodchuck skull which made you sigh of relief knowing your chances of finding Sophia was still there.

The sun was setting as you all made your way back to the highway, but the three of you still shouted and looked out for any sign of Sophia. It sucked knowing she was scared and alone and you kept reminding yourself that you wouldn’t be of any use to her in the dark, but that didn’t stop you from blaming yourself. You dreaded every step you took on the way back knowing you’d have to see Carol’s distraught face, that you made it back, not her daughter. If you could trade places with Sophia, then you would. She was just a child, she didn’t deserve to be lost in the woods, fighting to survive.

“You didn’t find her,” Carol sighed, causing your heart to break at the softness of her voice, the desperate need to find her daughter. You were hugging yourself as you trudged behind, still climbing up the hill as you heard Rick tell her that Sophia’s trail went cold, that they would pick it up again at first light.

“You can’t leave my daughter out there on her own, to spend the night in the woods,” Carol cried, making you stop in your tracks.

“Out in the dark’s no good. We’d just be trippin’ over ourselves, more people gettin’ lost,” Daryl softly reasoned, holding the strap on his crossbow over his shoulder.

“But she’s twelve,” Carol hurriedly replied. “She can’t be out there on her own. You didn’t find anything?” she desperately pleaded.

“I know this is hard, but I’m asking you not to panic. We know she was out there,” Rick assured, trying to do his best to calm her down, but you knew all too well that a mother wouldn’t rest until she knew that her child was safe.

Paperwork was the one thing that sucked most as a cop, it would be so much easier if you could just make an arrest and be done with it, but nope. You had to book the suspect and do this and that, all the tedious work that came after the fun. You had stacks of files and papers on the front desk since you were put on reception while Patrick went on his lunch break, so you decided to do your work from there. You were in the middle of writing a report when the front doors slammed open and a distraught woman came pacing up to the front desk.

“I need- I need an officer,” she stammered, tears pooling from her eyes.

“I’m Officer L/N, ma’am, what do you need?” you quickly stood up, with your hands raised in a calming manner to ease her state while you scanned her body to check if she was harmed in anyway.

“My- my daughter,” she sobbed as she shakily raised a photo of a little girl who could be no more than ten years old smiling at the camera as she was holding a bouquet of flowers to what seemed to be a dance show she was in. “She’s missing. She was supposed to return home after she had- she had a playdate with a neighbor that lives a couple houses down, but she never made- she never made it home,” she cried.

“Okay, I will file a missing persons report and the officers and I will do everything in our power to bring your little girl back. I promise.” you assured, taking the photo so you could use it to broadcast it on the local news.

“Thank you so much,” she smiled with relief.

“And we tracked her for a while,” Daryl added, trying to help, but you knew that anyone could say anything and it would do nothing for her.

“We have to make this an organized effort,” Rick announced to everyone. “Daryl knows the woods better than anybody. I’ve asked him to oversee this.”

You carefully continued to limp up the hill seeing that it was the right time to make your presence known since you didn’t want any attention taken away from the thing that mattered most.

“Is that- is that blood?” Carol asked breathless, looking at Daryl’s pants which made the hunter look down. She started to breathe heavily, so Rick told her that you guys had taken down a walker in the process, that there was no sign it was anywhere near Sophia.

“How can you know that?” Andrea questioned which made Rick look over to Daryl wanting him to explain, but you beat him to it.

“We cut it open… made sure,” you softly spoke, earning Carol to steady and ease herself to sit on the guardrail, from the looks of it she was on the brinks of passing out. Lori had sat beside her to comfort her and you glanced over to where Shane and Glenn stood to see them both giving you a smile of relief, glad that you were okay. You gave them a tight-lipped smile and nodded, feeling horrible for letting your features show happiness when such a tragic thing has happened and the moment was short lived.

“How could you just leave her out there to begin with?” Carol bitterly inquired to Rick. “How could you just leave her?” she repeated before looking over at you. “And you, you were on it the moment it happened, how did you lose her? How?”

Rick had told you what had happened with Sophia on the way back, that he had hid her to go lure the walkers away and kill them. It was the smart thing to do, so you didn’t see him at fault. You wondered if things would’ve been different if you two took on the walkers or if you would’ve hid with her while he killed them or you somehow managed to find her on your own. Hell, you would’ve done the same thing Rick had done if you were in his shoes. You didn’t blame Carol either, she just wanted her daughter to be safe and projecting her grief onto the easiest people to blame was to be expected.

“I was hot on her tail… so hot that I took one of the walkers down with me. Once I killed it, I had already lost her and when I heard her yell… I passed out from a concussion I got when the C.D.C…” you trailed off, looking down at your fingers that you began to fidget with.

“I had to draw them off,” Rick began to explain. “It- it was her best chance.”

“Sounds like he didn’t have a choice, Carol,” Shane said, leaning up against the rail.

“How was she supposed to find her way back on her own?” Carol sobbed as Lori had her hand on her shoulder. “She’s just a child. She’s just a child,” she muttered. Rick kneeled down and kept saying it was his only option, the only choice he could make in the situation.

“My little girl got lost in the woods,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face and you had enough, so you limped off and shook your hands as you made your way down the road to be alone. You didn’t want to hear her suffering knowing you played a part in it, deep down you knew it was out of your control, that you did everything in your power, but it wasn’t good enough to you. Sophia was stranded out in the woods only god knows where and that was because you couldn’t protect her, couldn’t get to her in time. You should’ve just hidden underneath the same car Carl or Sophia were using, there were endless possibilities all ending with her with you, safe and sound, but of course things didn’t go the way people wanted them to.

You stopped walking, noticing you were going too far from the group back at the RV, so you slid down against the side of a car to rest since your right hip was killing you. It was starting to affect your entire leg since the injury was where the two joints connected, causing you to limp. The impact on the guardrail must’ve left a humongous bruise not only on the skin, but on the hip bone as well which is better than having a fracture, you’d just have to see what it looked like later. After settling on the ground, you stretched out your arms in front of you to inspect the cuts from when you tumbled down the hill with your knife still within your grasp. You sighed seeing specks and a few streaks of dirt, not really surprising, but some of the brown dust most likely got embedded into your wounds which could cause an infection. The thought caused you to throw your head back and shut your eyes in frustration against the vehicle knowing you had no type of medicine to treat it if you had one, not even over the counter pills for a simple headache.

The sound of your name made you open your lids to see Glenn give a sympathetic smile your way before you patted the area next to you. He obliged, keeping a little space in between the two of you and it stayed like that for a while. You fumbled with your fingers, rubbing one of the tattoos that was inked into your skin that brought you comfort while you stared off into the sky, the memories of what happened today replaying in your mind.

“You know it wasn’t your fault,” he softly spoke, tearing his eyes away from the ground to peer over at you. You brought your attention onto your fingers before glancing over at Glenn with guilt written all over your face, tears threatening to spill.

“It might as well have been,” you whispered, the tightening of your throat prohibiting you from speaking louder to which you thanked. If you were able to say anything above one, you would start choking on your own words only to end up balling.

You took a deep breath and looked everywhere, but Glenn. “I can’t help, but blame myself especially with how everyone looked at me… they looked at me like I murdered their favorite pet,” you mumbled, fiddling with a short string from one of the rips in your jeans.

“Who cares what they think. I know… I know that’s hard to do, trust me, I know I couldn’t do it, but I know you can,” he sternly said before grabbing your hand. “You’re probably the strongest person I know. You know what happened out there and what you did, you know the choices you had at the time, so don’t blame yourself, okay? Cause I don’t.”

“Thanks, Glenn,” you sniffled, forcing yourself to give a somewhat smile his way. His speech didn’t make your thoughts of the situation go away just like that, but it did help… you’d just have to work on it… on yourself.

He stood up, still holding your hand, “I’ll help you get back to the group, clean those cuts.” You weren’t exactly wanting or prepared to head back, but you had to go sometime. Glenn had one hand around your waist while the other held your wrist as your arm was draped over his shoulder. It was difficult to keep weight off of your leg considering using your hip was impossible to avoid, but you somehow managed to keep the pain at a minimum with his help even though you hated how slow you were going. You weren’t one to ask for help and technically you didn’t, but that didn’t change the fact that you wanted to just do it yourself.

Once you approached closer to the group, Shane had noticed and dropped what he was doing to come help. “I got it, I got it,” you repeated, holding your free hand up in protest while you withdrew your arm from Glenn’s shoulder to walk on your own. You felt the Korean hesitantly let you go before you limped over to the steps of the RV with Shane eyeing you with his hands on his hips, fighting the urge to assist you. You carefully propped yourself onto the steps and once you did, you loudly exhaled because of the pain and how relieved you were that it was over.

“At least let me clean those cuts,” Shane offered annoyed, causing you to glare at him, but you nodded knowing they needed to be disinfected… if they weren’t already infected.

Glenn had left to go talk to Dale while Shane bent down in front of you with a rag and a jug of water making you raise a brow at him. “Where on earth did you get that?”

He peered over to the jug and looked up at you with the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “I found a whole truck filled of ‘em,” he bragged as he grabbed your hand to wipe your wounded arm. That was the best news you heard all day and all you did was laugh along with him with the shake of your head. Every time the dampened cloth met a cut, it made you slightly wince as it stung causing Shane to mutter an apology here and there.

After he was done, he plugged the cap back into the container of water, tossing the rag on top before standing up. “Now we don’t have any bandages for you to wrap, so be careful… will ya?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll try my best, doctor.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Now let me see your hip since I’m your doctor,” he joked and you abruptly shook your head. “It’s not even that bad.”

“Now yer a good liar, I’ll give ya that, but I’ve known ya forever, so come on,” he waved his hand with the other on his hip before rubbing his nose giving you a playful look knowing you were stubborn.

You were going to lose this fight, so you stood up and frustratedly pouted as you unclasped your belt and slid the side of your pants ever so slightly and lifted your shirt to expose the skin of your hip. You heard him intake a sharp breath before he placed his hands on his knees to lean forward for a better look and his reaction told you what you already knew.

“Y/N, it’s pretty bad,” he frankly said, compelling you to look yourself. There was a big patch of discoloration with reds and purples all over your hip which was normal for a bruise at the beginning stages, so you’d have to watch for any changes to prove your assumption of it being a bone bruise.

“It’s covering your entire tattoo and that thing is huge,” he stated, standing up straighter as you continued to inspect the area not realizing Daryl was approaching.

“Rick… wants all us,” the hunter trailed off, making you look up to see him stare at your bruise with the same pity you saw back in the city. You hurriedly let go of your shirt to pull up your pants and button it, shouting all these profanities in your head that he saw.

“Y/N,” Shane called as you were trying to buckle your belt, so you hummed. When he didn’t answer, you looked up to see the two of them still standing there, Shane waiting on you to give him your full attention while Daryl was watching the two of you. “Ya need to keep it easy, don’t walk too much.”

“Easier said than done besides it barely hurts,” you shrugged earning a doubtful look from your best friend as you smoothed down your shirt before trudging past them to where you saw Rick and the others. You didn’t even care to look at Daryl, you were still pissed at him for earlier. He kept treating you like a child, like you weren’t capable of your own. You were in the military, you were a survivor in an abusive relationship, you were a fighter, you were in a zombie apocalypse… you could handle yourself just fine. If you died doing the right thing, then so be it… at least you’d be remembered a hero and not a coward.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! What did you think of this part? Any feedback is much appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts, criticism, suggestions, etc! Sorry that this took me so long and it’s not even that great :///

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