#Norman reedus x ofc

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A Kindred Love Affair

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC *RPF

Summary: Miranda Polaris is an actress on TWD. She is doing an interview with Jimmy Fallon when he confronts her about her relationship with co-star, Norman Reedus. (Norman/OC). Rated M for the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own TWD nor do I own Norman Reedus (again, wish I did lol). I also would never claim this to be his character in real life and have written this with the best of intentions to bask in the joy of loving Norman! I also wrote this on Ao3 in 2017 and figured I would post it on here :) This is an 18+ fic; Minors DNI - you're responsible for the content that you consume, be mindful! Unbeta'd.

Warnings: *some mature themes but no explicit smut, v intimate moments between Norman x Reader, allusions to smut

Word count: 1.7k~

Additional Note: I don't tend to write RPF anymore pls be kind! 🥹 I don't give permission to post this anywhere else. This is only posted on here, FFNet, and Ao3-- please do not steal work, my friends!

"And here we have our surprise guest, Miranda Polaris, who plays Samantha Lewis on the Walking Dead!"

The crowd rushed with applause as a tall woman with dark brown hair and green eyes walked onto the stage. Wolf whistles were heard as she approached the couch that many famous people have sat on.

She waved and laughed shyly at the crowd as she stood in front of Jimmy Fallon, hugging and kissing his cheek in greeting. The uproar was still happening even as she sat down and kept going until Jimmy's insistent hands 'shushed' the crowd into small laughter and eventually silence.

Miranda laughed quietly and smiled again at the huge crowd that spanned at least 100 people.

"Wow, what a crowd you have, Jimmy." She began but was then cut off by whistles of excitement.

"Oh, stop it now! Restrain yourselves!" Jimmy teasingly shouted at the crowd. "Well, you're a big deal and everyone honestly loves you—can I say that you look gorgeous," she chuckled while glancing down at her simple black dress and said a small thank you before he continued, "So how're you coping with the uproar of this show? I mean you saw what just happened when you walked out here."

The crowd laughed and so did Miranda. "I mean—it's absolutely crazy. Uh, when I got the role, I didn't expect this much from the fans and to be honest, it's really thrilling. I love it and I am super grateful."

The audience applauded once more as she gently smiled. "That's awesome. You've been on this show now for, what—5 years—and people still believe in the characters, the show, the plot and just everything to do with it and that is super amazing because not many post-apocalyptic shows can really get through like this, y'know." Jimmy said, impressed.

"Yeah, I absolutely agree. I also never expected this much love and effort that comes from fans too like—I've just been to San Diego for comic con and—" the crowd cheered again while she nodded, "it was so cool. There were walkers and apparently a walker-a-thon."

"A walker - a – thon?" Jimmy inquired.

"Yeah! It was just where people dressed up as walkers and roamed the outskirts of the pathway into Comic Con." Miranda trailed off with a laugh as the crowd laughed with her.

Jimmy attained a strange look on his face with a smile, "Ah-ok. You guys are weird," laughter erupted and she threw her head back in humor, "speaking of love, by the way...."

The crowd 'oooo'd' and Miranda had a impression of being annoyed. "Oh man. Here it comes."

"I had to ask though! I apologize, pal!" Jimmy protested with a smile. She laughed knowing it was the truth.

"So, you and Norman Reedus, who plays Daryl on the show, just came out as a couple a few weeks ago," cheers of "Woo!" and "Yeah!" came as a picture of Norman and Miranda holding hands at a grocery store and another of his arm around her shoulders came onto the big screen behind them.

She blushed beautifully as she laughed. "Uh—oh wow, yep that's us, haha!"

Jimmy interrupted her, "I don't mean to overwhelm you, ha, it's just people really love you two together and apparently you guys have a kindred love affair spooking up on the show too, right?"

"Haha, it's okay! I mean, I get it. And yeah, Sam and Daryl have little somethin' somethin' going on." The crowd agreed laughing and Jimmy continued.

"So, I mean, how did you and Norman come to be a thing and was it coincidently, that your characters also drew together?"

"Yeah, I knew Norman for 6 years now, so I already knew he was a good guy. He's the best guy in the world, y'know, and we just couldn't really deny that we liked to be together and shockingly, the writers of the show decided that maybe Daryl needed a love interest. It just so happened that they picked Sam to be the one to initiate some sort of attachment."

Whoops and hollers filled the air as they showed pictures of Miranda and Norman as their characters, fighting side by side as they took on the dead.

"Oh- hey there's us again, haha!" Miranda said happily as the crowd responded with some laughter at her cutesy nature.

"Yup, there you guys are again. When you guys fight and coordinate these scenes together, they're very much structured right?" Jimmy asked.

"Oh yeah! They're super coordinated like the actors who play the dead have to know they're foot placements and the movements they are going to do just so they could coordinate with the fight sequences we practiced and rehearsed." Miranda said dutifully.

Jimmy shook his head, "Wow, that just sounds so tough-- I didn't realize the zombies also have to be articulate."

"Ha, I know-- neither did I! One time, I accidentally hit one of the zombies too hard and we had to cut because the zombie let out a yelp," The audience laughed and 'ooh-ed,'.

"No, I felt so bad! Norman was next to me as we cut and he told the actor, 'Don't mind her man. She had to deal with my shit during lunch.'" She finished with a laugh and Jimmy agreed laughing, along with the audience.

"That's a good impression of him! You got his low tones down." Jimmy said to her with a smile.

"Haha, thanks. Sometimes if he says something to me like, 'Randy, you have to do this, blah blah,' I just repeat what he said in his voice." She said merrily.

Jimmy said, "HAHA, yeah. He seems like the type of guy to be really quiet but he's such a nice guy!"

Miranda nodded, "He is quiet but he is super funny and kind. He's just the best." The crowd reacted with 'aw's'.

"Man, I just can't get over how badass this show is and how badass you guys are and how happy I am that the show is doing well. Congrats again!" Jimmy closed as the audience erupted in cheers as per their cue. You could hear Miranda thanking him over the cheers and he said her name to cut to commercial, "Miranda Polaris, everybody!!!"

The crowd erupted again and hoots were heard. She waved and smiled genuinely as the cheers didn't seem to stop. She turned to Jimmy and hugged him as she stepped off the stage. Behind the curtain, she passed by the next guest and greeted them quietly along with a wish of luck.

As great as press is and being interviewed by one of the best hosts in TV, Miranda felt absolutely exhausted. She went into her Soho apartment and haphazardly threw her coat somewhere next to her on top of a cabinet.

"Hey babe!" She heard from the living room. She smiled as she heard the dulcet tones of her best friend. She walked in and saw Norman on the couch with her cat, Crookshanks, watching TV.

"Hey baby," she responded and bent over to kiss him sweetly. "How was it?" Norman asked while keeping one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head.

"It was good, a bit overwhelming, haha. He brought up us." She told him as she went to sit next to him, kicking off her shoes. She curled her whole body to his and put her feet in his lap. Norman laughed and said 'what?!' as he took her feet into his lap and placed both of his hands on her exposed outer left thigh.

"Yeah, I don't think I was really prepared, to be honest." She told him biting her lip. Norman's eyes automatically went to her lips at that action but went back to her eyes as he responded. "I'm sure you handled it fine, baby. If anything, we could talk to your PR team and sort it all out."

Miranda sighed and propped her right elbow on the top of the couch cushion while stroking his forearm. "No, it's okay. You know how I could get a little anxious sometimes."

Norman smiled, "Randy, I'm always here. Anything that comes up, we face together. You know that." She smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Norman accepted her lips with practiced ease. Whenever they would kiss, Miranda felt like she was floating and was so relaxed. She could be and feel whatever and however she wanted when she is with him.

Quickly, one kiss turned into two, turned into three. At first, they were soft lingering kisses. Eventually, she felt Norman flick her swollen top lip with his tongue and then they were making out like teenagers. Tongues swishing at each other and loud kiss smacking came out as a result.

It was hot and heavy as their bodies got closer together. Miranda gradually put her knees over his hips and straddled him. Norman's hands went from her outer thighs to gradually stroke her back. His hands went up her back slowly and went down before hiking her short dress and placing his rough hands on her ass, caressing and stroking it.

With their tongues still attached, Norman took one hand and pulled gently at her silky hair. She let out a soft moan and grinded her hips down on his erection. They both inhaled sharply before slowing their makeout session with two more soft, wet kisses.

Norman hummed and leaned in for one more wet kiss before saying, "You wanna take this upstairs, baby?" He tongue came to hers again before she could respond. She whimpered as his lips devoured hers impatiently.

His hands went to her ass again but this time, he grabbed it roughly, just as he knew she liked it. She gasped, breaking the kiss and placed her hand on his chest, saying his name passionately. He hummed and continued to grab her ass while placing wet kisses on her neck. She continued to moan softly and rifle through his hair while sticking her ass out for more attention.

At one point, her mewling in his ear turned him on so much that he carressed and grabbed her right ass cheek again before smacking it. Miranda yelped and then moaned loudly. He hummed again and whispered in her neck, " Always such a good girl."

Her eyes closed shut in response and without waiting for a verbal response, Norman picked her up with his hands caressing her ass and kisses on her neck.

Yes, Jimmy. I think it is safe to say that there is a kindred love affair going on between Norman and Miranda on, and off, the show.

Hope you enjoyed reading (omg I just read this over since I wrote this 8 years ago and kinda wanna die but its ok its fine).

I'm still obsessed with Daryl Dixon though 👀 maybe a future fic to come :)

Reblogs/comments/likes are v much appreciated, thank you!~

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Catching her Chapter 8

/ Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Season 1-3 // THE QUARRY

word count: 2913

Updated

Warnings- Allusion's to SA, Cannon swearning and physical violnce ------

Instead of the comforts of a viable, functioning society, she had gotten two rednecks. They had arrived in a whirlwind, a week after the initial outbreak and a day after Quinn had run out of food.

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Daryl. 

He hadn't felt terror in a long time. The kind that leaves you powerless, voiceless and without a scrap of logic left to reason with. That hadn't touched him since he was big enough to be called a man, since before he realised his fists left less room for argument than his words and he’d never seen a reason to turn back. The first time he’d felt terror was at the hands of his father, but this time maybe he understood Merle’s. Why he took the beatings and why he left. Because it paralyses you, when someone who feels like a part of you gets hacked away. Leaves you primal and wanting to charge towards the danger or away, whatever helps the feeling in your chest subside fastest so you can fucking breath again. 

Because he can't breathe. Not while she's in there and it’s his fault. He doesn't even know if she's ok, totally absent from their earlier scuffle at the Vatos base. All his senses tell him to run head first into the danger to get her, but the guilt in his chest makes him wanna turn on his heel and run away from it all entirely and back to Merle. His thoughts crashed and rolled against his skull as Rick spoke, forming words that were sucked away before they reached the redneck's ear. 

He was pulled from his thoughts when the items of offence were pushed into his view, the guns they unwittingly traded for their friends. And now would be forced to trade back, leaving him just as unable to defend her as before. He hated himself for it but his body felt tight at the thought that he’d be trading Quinn for Merle if he did this. One wrong move and he wouldn't be around to look for his brother. Hell every second that passes separated them by another mile, was she really worth more than Merle to him?

“Them Guns are worth more than Gold.” He huffed, rubbing his face, and quickly continued,  “Gold doesn't protect your family, put food on the table.” 

“Are they really worth it?” As the word left his mouth he physically pulled away from them, turning from the men and only thinking about the guilt coating his mouth. . 

“If I knew we’d get them back, I might agree.” Rick quickly turned toward T-dog, “What, you think Vatos across the way is just gonna hand 'em’ over?”

The boy they grabbed spoke up, Daryl didn't care for the subject of his words, only that the kid's voice made him feel like pushing his nose through into his skull. Hitting him didn't do anything to make him calmer it just poured more into his sense of injustice and had him pacing across the room again

“The question is do you trust that man's word?” T dog spoke over the chaos, and he tried to focus, to use his rage as a tool to help the situation and not hinder it, but he just ended up wondering how Merle would’ve responded. 

“No, the question is what you're willing to bet for it, could be more than them guns, could be your life. Are they really worth that to you? “ In his mind he asks himself the same question, weighing it against his heart and his mind. 

“The life I have I owe to him, I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away but he didn't, neither will I.” he paused and handed Daryl a gun and continued, 

“I could be asking you the same question. That woman, Quinn, came out here to help your brother. She could've stayed back at camp with the rest of the women but she's out here for you.”

He wanted to knock the self righteous bastard around the head with the butt of his gun or push him out the window and into the street, he didn't have a damn clue and he sure as hell didn't have a right talking to him about it right now. That asshat was ignorant of anything that happened in that camp, hell he owes her shit? she owed him if anything. But the nagging feeling was pulling his feet toward fighting, bulldozing through the next few hours to get Quinn back to him so he could try and get some control over this hellish day. He knows where she is and if he could get her back he might have some hope in finding his brother.  

The men around him stared at him, eyes boring in and he realised they were waiting on his answer. 

“What, you gonna hand the guns over?” 

“I didn't say that.” Rick turned to T-dog, “You can still leave, there's nothing keeping you here.” 

Like hell there ain't, Daryl internally snarked, but T-dog chose to stay. Giving him nothing more to complain about. Leaving that space empty to focus on the pricks that took Quinn and Glenn.

“Come on, this is nuts. Just do like g says.” The kid spoke up, and sooner wished he hadn't by the time Daryl's hand connected with his face again. And like a highschool bell, the slap quietened the room, unifying them in their decision to leave. 

 The whole ride down he sat in anticipation, each metre the van flew over filled him with steam and fire. Like the bow of an old ship his mind fractured into a thousand working parts pushing and pulling against itself, the bedlam refusing to placate against what possibilities lay ahead. She hadn't been there when they initially tried the exchange, although from the way they’d displayed Glenn like a Christmas turkey, he's almost grateful he didn't see her. Or he would be if it didn't mean 100 different, worser outcomes might be taking place. It could be happening right now, what had he done to try and stop it but think about leaving her there with them to chase after his damn brother, yet again picking up after him. 

Soon enough the Van came to a stop and He had to prepare himself for the fire fight to come. He stepped out into the sun with a frown and pulled himself alongside the others with boots filled with lead. When the door opened, Rick led with Miguel, displaying the hostage and using him as cover from any enemy fire. It was a cold thing to do, Daryl mused. Stepping in behind them, it was clear they’d not lacked much in man power, at least seven or eight men stood guarding the entrance, locked and loaded ready to push them back out into the street. 

“I see my guns but they're not all in the bag.” The head vato, Guillermo spoke first. 

“That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that.” Rick countered.

Both sides anticipate the pull of metal against their fingers. Someone spoke up from the back but Daryl was so weird on Guillermo he didnt make out what was said just that something was, staring into the crowd of antagonist’s he tried to pin the voice down to a face. 

“I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.” The head Vato replied and the room felt like it shrunk as the Vatos pressed them back. 

“No, I'm pretty clear. You have your man, I want mine.” Miguel was freed, stumbling into the men in front and being absorbed by the crowd. 

“Two hostages for the price of one? I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. And my boys will do worse to your girl. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?” Daryl had to hold himself from throwing the gun and running at the asshole. 

Rick argued back but the situation grew more tense by the second, each man cocking their guns readying for the battle, that was until a small figure displaced the crowd in front. Breaking it apart and revealing themselves to be an elderly woman, calling out for someone to help. 

“Get that old lady out the line of fire now!” Daryl shouted, but she paid the situation no mind, not seeing the true threat before her. Tugging away at a man and crying for them to help someone they couldn't see. 

Guillermo shouted for them to leave but it was too late, with their weakness exposed they had no choice but to back down. The elderly woman, now realising the man in front’s attire started to shout in defence of her grandson, she thought the group came to arrest him. The situation quickly made Daryl feel grateful that his grandparents had never been any thought to him, looking after the old was the kind of burden he knew he couldn't handle with the dead walking. 

“Let em pass” That brought Daryl back to attention, pushing forward to find what he’d come all the way out here for. 

“Where's the woman?” He hadn't bothered waiting for an answer, heading off down the corridor towards Glenn's voice. 

“If your looking for your wife,  she's in the nurse's office.” A larger woman pointed towards a door in the opposite direction and he started for the handle, halfway turning it before he actually registered what she’d said.

“Wife?”  He questioned but the woman had already begun walking away back to the gathering at the end of the hall. 

He clicked open the door with a breath of relief, she lay down sleeping on the examination table and for the first time since she was gone Daryl felt he could shut his mind up, if only for a minute, as if looking at her might salvage this hellfire of a day. 

“Quinn, Quinn?” He shook her but she didn't stir, it took a hard shove before the woman woke up. Shifting in place and wincing in pain as she slowly opened her eyes to his face above hers. 

“Jesus Daryl.” She flinched back until he caught her arm bringing her up to a sitting position. 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

“Those damn asshats busted my back when they grabbed me.” She rolled her eyes as she spoke, looking away from him. 

“Lemme see.” He panicked as soon as he’d said it, pulling away almost immediately at the idea but unable to stop the words leaving his mouth. 

She shook her head, yes and took a sharp breath in. 

“There’s something I gotta tell you before you…you know.” 

“I was in an accident, there's a lot of scarring from when I was fused back together, I got a couple of grafts and shit too.” 

“Fused wha-” He was cut off when she raised her shirt, twisting around to catch his face. 

“Jesus Christ.” Was all he could manage, her back was a mass of scar tissues and mottled bruising. A perfect line snaking up her spine stood against the paintings on her skin as permanent evidence of the surgeries she’d had to save her life. 

“This is from an ‘accident’?” He questioned, although he was faintly aware she’d just said as much. 

She didn't reply, clumsily pulling down her shirt and letting out a heavy sigh. Rubbing her face, likely still sleepy. It wasn't unusual but something about the weight in her limbs set his mind in motion, his eyes watching her more carefully. 

“It’s not something I like talking about.” 

He turned away, wiping his damp palm’s on his jeans. He stood rigid on the spot, eyes darting between the wall and his feet trying to come up with something to say. But he was left at a blank, he had never seen anything like that on someone outside of himself, he could only think of his father and the crack of the belt flicking over him.

“We should go find the others, Daryl.” She broke through the image of his fathers torment, slowly walking to him until he took her arm to steady her, moving them both down the corridor towards their friends. 

Once all was said and done, the vatos were left with half the guns and ammo and Daryl hoped he never saw them again. He’d spend the minimal time inside hoping he would recognise the fucker that hit her, and the rest helping her hobble around trying to find a brace for her back. He’d been in a borderline rage helping her look for it in the vast building, but once they had it he was exhausted and ready to head back to the van and away from all these damn people. 

He could have died hearing glenn call out ahead of them. 

“Oh my god. Where the hell’s our van? We left it right there. Who would take it?” 

‘Merle” Rick countered, he looked at Quinn but she had no expression, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp.” 

They continued their trek forward, pushing on despite the missing van, it was starting to get dark by the time they found a car in decent enough condition to hot wire. They all passed the journey in anxious anticipation at the wrath Merle might have inflicted upon the camp. He felt too done at this point to feel any guilt over it, Merle's potential actions might be his to deal with but until they got back he could have a moment of peace. 

His focus returned to Quinns rhythmic breathing, deep in sleep her face covered partially by his jacket collar. He found he had the temptation to pull it down from her face to get a better look. He settled on counting her breaths instead, watching the car pass by the highway. 

“Is she alright?” T-Dog spoke from his space in the empty trunk behind them. 

“They roughed her pretty good.” Rick filled the momentary silence as Daryl thought of a reply.

She wasn't ok, not in the slightest. He had no idea what the fuck to do to help her, hell he didnt even know there was something wrong with her and he’d spent the better part of 3 months with her. If she told him there wouldn't have been a chance in hell that he’d have let her run after those guns, she put herself in so much danger. 

“She’ll be fine.” He really hoped she would be. 

When they arrived at a stop the air was cold and silent, penetrated almost immediately as the car door shut by a scream that ripped out across the quarry. A chorus joined them, wailing on as Daryl raced forward, Quinn momentarily forgotten in the back of the car. 

He knew the others were following behind him, their footsteps quickly falling among the shuffles of the dead as bullets rang out. In the smoke and dispersing crowd, it was hard to tell how many there really were, taking extra agonising seconds to clear out the walkers. Every direction he looked they stumbled around, most covered in fresh blood. He took them down as they came to him, eventually running out of ammo and resorting to using the butt of his rifle to smash them down. 

“AMY!” 

“Oh god”

“AMY!”

Andrea’s screams signified the end of the walkers' evasion on their small encampment, Daryl stood alongside the rest of the group. Watching in shocked and equally horrified silence. No one moved for a few seconds, standing stagnant in the sea of death around them not daring to disturb her. 

“I remember my dream now, Why I dug the holes.” Jim broke through the clearing, ending the silence and snapping Daryl back to attention. 

“I need to go get Quinn.” 

He didn't bother waiting for a reply but he equally didn't expect one from the shell shocked crowd. As he got further out, almost halfway down the road they had left the car as he heard another slow, shuffle of footsteps coming towards him in the dark. Grinding dirt under their feet and limping over to him he didn't think twice lifting up the end of his gun and stepping forward in quick succession. 

“JESUS CHRIST” It was Quinn, shuffling down the road, in the dark on her own ready to be chomped down on by any geek around. 

“Are you Dumb? Or just high again because I told you to stay in the Damn car.” He grabbed her arm, his heart beating faster than it ever had before. He took a good look at her, checking for any more injuries as she tried weakly to pull away. 

“Fuck you, I woke up alone. To screaming and gunshots. Where were you? What the hell is going on?” He was silent, staring at her shadowed face watching her expression closely.

“Walkers hit the camp, and you’d know that if you hadn't gone out there earlier and stormed up Atlanta like your G.I Joe.” 

“Is anyone hurt?” At this point she was leaning up to him, so close he held his breath. 

He pushed her shoulder down firmly, immediately regretted it as she cringed back, wincing in pain. 

“Aside from you, Yeah. Just wait till you get back to camp, no point crying over shit you can't do anything about right now.” He slid his hand down her arm, letting her lean on him as they started the slow walk back.

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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Kate cried as the skies opened up and rain tumbled down upon her. She threw the tire iron she’d been fighting the lug-nut with to the concrete, the loud clang of the metal echoed by a sudden clap of thunder. “Fuck my fuckin’ life, dude.”

She stood up and grasped the tire iron again, tossing it in her trunk and huffing as a black pickup truck appeared down the road and slowed as it approached. She just about shit herself when she saw who was rolling down the window. 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the man of all her wettest of dreams, beamed at her with a broad smile. It took her only a second longer to see Norman Reedus on the other side of him craning his neck to see her. 

“Fuck my fucking life.” She mumbled to herself as she walked up to the window, Jeffrey squinting to see her past the rain.

“Car trouble?” He asked, nodding his head towards her car.

She nodded her head in response, unable to adequately make any words come out besides, “Flat tire.”

He nodded again and gestured with his hand, “Get in, there’s a bar up the road, we can call Triple A.”

The passenger side door opened as she rounded the front of the truck, Norman stepping out into the downpour so she could climb into the warm cab. Once she was perched in the middle seat, Norman jumped back in and sandwiched her between them. 

“So what’s your name, darlin’?” Jeffrey drawled as he put the transmission into gear. 

“Kate,” She replied, her voice shaking from both the cold and her nerves, “I appreciate your help Mr. Morgan.”

Jeffrey let a wolfish grin slide across his face as he licked the front of this top teeth, “Please, call me Jeff. I guess you know who this chucklefuck is too, huh?”

Norman snorted a “Fuck you,” in Jeffrey’s direction, causing her to giggle and nod her head, “Yes, sir.”

“Take it your a fan?” Jeffrey rasped as his eyes flicked to her chest, smirking at the soaked shirt she was wearing. 

Kate quickly looked to where his eyes were and choked out a laugh, her face blushing as she crossed her arms to cover the lettering on her chest, “Something like that.”

“Sounds promising,” Norman rasped, his voice low and gritty and how she always had imagined it being in person. She turned her head to find him leaning against the door of the truck, elbow resting on the windowsill as his fingertips played with the wiry hairs on his chin. His eyes were small slits as he gazed at her lazily, but she could feel the heat coming from him as he observed her. 

Jeffrey chuckled as they finally pulled into the Bar and Grill, the rumble of his engine cutting off as he pulled out the key. They ran inside as fast as they could, Kate still trying to preserve what little dryness she had left. They found a spot at the bar, Kate sitting on the stool between the two men as the bartender approached.

“What’ll it be, fellas?” The tender asked casually, obviously used to seeing the men around the town where they worked and lived, “Whiskey?”

“Yeah,” The two of them replied back simultaneously, Jeffrey scrubbing his beard as he looked over to Kate, “You want anything, Sweetheart?”

“Uh, I’ll just have a Corona, thanks,” She answered, smiling at the bartender, who nodded his head. She pulled out her phone and opened her google search to find the local Triple A, bringign the phone to her ear to make the call as her beer was sat infront of her.

Ten minutes and a lot of pleading later, Kate slammed her phone on the bar top before chugging the rest of her beer, earning her raised eyebrows from the men on either side of her. 

“Bad news?” Norman grunted as he raised his own glass to his lips, a small teasing smile playing on his face. 

“Says the storm is too strong to get anything done right now, they’d have to come tomorrow. What kinda shit is that?” She complained with her arms crossed and brow furrowed, shaking her head, “I pay for that shit, ya know?”

Jeffrey chuckled a bit but nodded his head, his fingers finding his mouth as he stroked his beard and looked at Norman over the top of her head, a particular gleam in his eye that made Norman smirk. 

The bartender came around a couple more times as the three chatted, one of the other patrons buying them a round of shots that got everyone feeling a little bit on the toasty side. Jeffrey was balancing on the fine line of being able to drive still or not, so he deemed it a good time for them to take their leave, “There any place we can drop you off, doll?”

Kate shook her head, picking up her phone again as she stood up, “There any decent hotels near by I guess? I don’t live around here.”

“Not any that you’d be safe at, prolly,” Norman responded with a smirk, giving Jeffrey another look, “Why don’t you just come back home with us, and we’ll help you with your tire in the morning?”

Gulping at the prospect of what that mean, Kate looked between the two men and asked, “Isn’t that kinda dangerous? I could be some creepy serial killer or something.”

Both men barked out laughs as Jeff threw his arm over her shoulder, “Are you some creepy serial killer, kitten?”

“Well no,” She started as he began to lead her towards the front door, “Do you two always take strange women home?”

“Only when we find them stranded on the side of the road, babe.” Norman replied, holding the door open for them, “Jeff likes to be a savior, ya know.” 

The drive to the small area of homes where Jeff and Norman resided didn’t take very long, but was filled with high-strung tension that could be cut with a knife. Electricity was soaring through Kates bloodstream as she sat squished between the two actors, her mind screaming at her that it was all a dream. They pulled up to gated drive in and Jeffrey punched in some numbers to get the entrace to open, putting the Truck in park once they’d gotten into the garage. 

“Give me a minute and I’ll get you something dry to wear, doll,” Jeffrey drawled as he opened the door to the house, leading us into the kitchen where he placed his keys on the island, “Norm, you know where everything is, get our girl here something to drink.”

“On it,” Norman replied as he walked over to one of the cabinents and opened the door, “Do ya like whiskey, sweetheart?”

“Uh, sure,” She responded, looking around at the amazing house she was sure she was imagining standing in, only snapping back in reality when Norman handed her the short tumblr of amber liquid. 

“You okay?” He asked, noticing her nerves making the glass tremble as she brought it to her lips. She swallowed and winced at the burn, opening her mouth to answer as Jeff reappeared with a towel and a handful of clothes.

“Well, you’re in luck. My neice was here last weekend and accidentally left some clothes that look about your size,” Jeffrey said as he handed her the pile after she sat her glass down. 

She stood there for a moment, looking around sheepishly before asking, “Uh, bathroom?”

“Oh! Of course, doll,” Jeffrey chuckled, stepping to the side so he could show her the way, “Down the hallway and to your left.”

She changed quickly, delighted to find that the shorts and shirt Jeffrey had lent her not only fit her correctly but that the shorts were short enough to show off the exquisite curve of her ass. She towel dried her hair and wiped the smudged eyeliner off her face the best she could, pumping herself up in the mirror as she looked at herself.

‘Just go out there and live every fangirls fantasy, woman. Do it for the fandom.’

She exhaled deeply to calm her nerves before opening the door and finding her way back into the kitchen, where Jeff and Norman stood at the counter speaking in hushed tones. She cleared her throat to get their attention, both men’s eyes jumping directly to her. 

“Damn, and I thought she looked good wet, Bubbah,” Jeffrey joked as he examined her, his eyes burning through her bloodstream as he stepped forward. Norman was leaned against the counter, holding his glass to his lips as his narrowed gaze ate her up again. 

She giggled nervously in reply, picking her drink back up and finishing it to give herself more courage. Jeffrey was the first to approach her, his tall frame towering over her and blocking her view of the other actor. His hands went to her hips and he bit his lip, his hooded eyes trapping her in a lustful stare, “Why don’t we go to the living room and get a little bit more...comfortable.”

Both men were sure to let her know where their intentions lay as two sets of hands encased her once they’d plopped down on the large, over-stuffed leather sofa in the living room. She gasped as Norman’s teeth attached themselves to her shoulder from where he pressed his chest up against her back, Jeffrey wasting no time in pulling the tiny shorts she’d just put on off her thighs. Norman worked her shirt off of her as her head spun with anticipation, her hands fumbling with things like Jeff’s belt buckle and Norman’s leather vest. 

“Holy fucking shit,” She panted as Jeff spun her around against his chest so she coudl watch Norman taking off his shirt, his wide, muscular shoulders rippling with the movement. His eyes were filled with a predatory darkness that made the woman’s breath get caught in her throat as he grasped her wrist and yanked her to him, their lips meeting in a kiss that he dominated mercilessly. 

After a rustle of more clothing being removed, Jeffrey’s large palms smoothed across her rib cage to her breasts, groping the heavy mounds as he pressed his thick cock in between her ass cheeks. Her fingertips popped open the button on Norman’s last article of clothing, his jeans, and he shrugged them off his hips quickly, smirking at the gasp that left her mouth at the sight of his swollen dick in his hand. 

“One or both, doll?” Jeffrey rasped into her neck as he licked the flesh, goosebumps pimpling her skin at the gritty tone of his voice. Her eyes closed as dizziness swirled in her brain again, her breathing already labored as she writhed between the two men.

“Both,” She gasped as Norman’s teeth sunk into the opposite side of her neck, his hands going to her hips as both men rutted into her from either side. 

“Greedy girl,” Jeffrey grinned as Norman laid back on the couch, pulling her on top of him to straddle his thighs. He gripped his rock-hard cock again and slid it through her sopping folds as she hovered over him, her hands planted on his firm chest as Jeffrey’s spit-slicked fingers began working her other hole. 

“Jesusfuckingchrist,” She bit out as she sunk down on him at the same time Jeffrey slid a second finger deep inside her, scizzoring them apart to stretch her faster. Both men groaned at the feeling of her quivering between them, her walls stretching and fluttering against Norman’s thick cock. 

After a couple of adjustment pumps from the two of them, and a third finger added by Jeff, she was already wound so tight she was just waiting to explode. Norman bit his lip as he watched her rise and fall onto him, the friction from her tight, soaked pussy making him absolutely ravenous. 

Jeffrey dissapeared momentarily in the direction of the bathroom, Norman taking full advantage of his absence to grind his hips into hers as deeply as he could, earning him a loud, keening wail from Kate as he hit the spot he’d been aiming for. 

“Fuck, Bubbah, don’t let her finish before I’ve even started,” Jeffrey chided upon his return, joining them back on the couch as he dripped lube onto her ass from the bottle in his hand, “You ready for the fun part, babydoll?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” She panted as Norman continued to thrust slowly into her, smirk playing on his face as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head at the feeling of the head of Jeffrey’s cock teasing her puckered hole. He slid into her slowly, giving her time to adjust as inch by inch of his cock joined Norman’s inside her, the feeling of being completly and utterly full ripping a sudden orgasm out of her that clenched both men in their place. 

“Holy shit,” Jeffrey rasped as he stilled, his hips flush with her ass as he filled her completely, his head thrown back as he tried to control himself from pummeling her immediately. 

She buried her face in Norman’s neck, her hands gripping his biceps and fingers digging into his skin as the painful pleasure still coursed its way through her veins. Jeffrey ran his own hands down the beautiful space that was her back as she came down, sharing a confident smirk with Norman as they waited for her to be ready to continue. 

She gave him the greenlight when she began to move her hips again, the motion clumsy at first as the three of them found the right rythm. Norman’s fingernails bit into her thighs harshly and he ground his teeth and growled, the muscles of his jaw straining as he fucked up into her. 

Jeffrey’s huge hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her up towards him. His other hand grasped at her breast again, kneading and flicking her nipples as he hummed lowly in her ear. 

“Play with her pussy, Norm,” Jeffrey instucted as he kissed her mouth hungrily, his eyes boring into hers as pulled away to rasp,  “Cum for Daddy, sweetheart.” 

The scratch of his whiskers against her face and the words from his mouth accompanying the pinch of her nipple and the feeling of Norman following Jeffrey’s order as he groped her other tit pushed her over the edge again. She came with a feral scream that was quickly muffled by Jeff’s hand, her body seizing and tightening as both men picked up their pace.

“That’s it, girl, take it.” Norman snarled, the almost painful tightness both men were dragging their dicks through pulling animalistic roars from them as they brutally thrust into her limp and pliable body. 

“Oh my god,” She moaned softly as her head rest against Jeffrey’s shoulder as he rubbed his face against her throat, peppering her with kisses. 

She felt Jeffrey swell inside her as he growled again, his hips beginning to stutter, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”

“Pill?” Norman asked, his voice gruff and gritty again, making Kates eyes roll to the back of her head as he twisted at her nipple again. 

She nodded her response just as Jeffrey plunged into her one last time, as deep as he could go, filling her ass with his hot release. He grunted in time with Norman’s thrusts as he stayed buried inside her, his teeth sinking into her already bruised shoulder. 

“Gonna come again, huh?” Norman goaded as he felt her walls clench again while he continued to impale her. All Kate could reply with was another mewl as pinpricks of pleasure scorched her.

“Fuck yeah, bitch, take it,” He hissed as he rose up, supporting himself with one hand planted in the cushion, the other winding her hair around his wrist and clutching her throat in his palm, cutting off her ability to breathe. 

“Fuck, Norman,” Jeffrey grunted as she was forced further onto his still solid dick with every brutal thrust. His long arms wrapped around her and clutched onto Norman’s broad shoulders as he forced her down in time with Norman’s pumps, both men growling in unison as they fucked her. 

“Holy shit,” Norman finally roared as he plunged into her a final time, spilling his thick seed within her as he ground his hips and released her throat. Kate gasped for breath as her body snapped again. 

“Fuck,” Jeffrey snarled as he came again as well, his nails scratching down Norman’s arms as she wailed through yet another orgasm. 

Jeffrey slipped out of her and fell back on his haunches, wiping his brow as they all calmed down, Kate falling safely back into Normans chest as he laid back on the couch, a satisfied smirk adorning his adorable face as he stroked her hair.

“Well, there you go, babydoll.” Jeffrey grunted with a sigh as he stood up from his spot on the concrete and wiped his hands, “Good as new.”

“Thanks, guys,” Kate replied, small smile on her face as she blushed, “I really appriciate it.”

“I bet you do,” Norman teased with a wink as he put the tools back into her trunk, slamming it closed. 

“Shut up.” She huffed as he threw his arm around her shoulders to kiss her temple, her face growing even hotter, “You know what I mean.”

“If you happen to get another flat tire next time you come through, give us a call,” Jeffrey grinned as he held out a peice of paper between his index and middle fingers.

She bit her lip as she took it from him, stepping out of Norman’s arm and up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “You know I will, you guys are way better than Triple A.”

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Quick update

Sup everyone. I’m still here. About a month ago one of my horses freaked out and broke two of my fingers. So, you know, I couldn’t type or write. And then as they started to heal, ya girl got a little hype at a gig, and maybe beat the shit out of somebody, possibly re-ruining those two fingers and possibly her thumb. So, apologies, but I’m out of commission for at least another 2-3 weeks. If you sent me requests or are as patient as @ding-dong-big-schlong waiting for hers, I appreciate you. And I’ll be back soon. Hopefully. :-)

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[SUMMARY: After Negan kills Katherine's husband, four years later he comes across her in Alexandria with her son. With remorse and guilt Negan attempts to make it up to Katherine.]

[Inspired by Twd episode.]

Negan and Katherine.

It had been four years now that you had left Alexandria. Four years since you had seen your friends, since you had your son and since your husband was brutally killed. Making your way back to Alexandria was something you had not planned to do especially knowing that Negan was still there. Even with him locked up in a prison cell you couldnt take being anywhere near him and so you left. Now there was no choice for you but to come back, you no longer had a safe place for your son and you were willing to do anything you had to do to keep him safe.

Walking towards Alexandria with your son holding your hand beside you, you took a deep breath knowing you would soon see Negan. However, you were not expecting to come across him at the entrance, by himself, walking freely. As a truck drove off you suddenly found yourself a few feet away from Negan himself. His presence making you stop in your tracks, your blood began to boil. Negan looked like he had seen a ghost, he could see the fury in your eyes.

"Katherine.." his voice making the hair on your skin rise from the overwhelming feel of anger.

"I didnt escape, if that's what you think."

You couldnt bring yourself to speak, if he didnt escape, what the hell was he doing out here freely? Who the hell let him out? His eyes suddenly falling to your son beside you, a look of guilt taking over his expression. Nausea settling in the pit of your stomach before you pulled your son, Jasper closer to you.

"Mommy, who's that?" Jaspers voice making you finally let out a breath that you felt you had been unknowingly holding for the last minute. Shaking you quickly picked up your son and held him close as you

walked past Negan.

"Come on baby, let's get inside." Negan watched as you quickly rushed past him, his eyes never leaving you as you entered Alexandria.

"Shit.." Negan knew he was in for a rude awakening.

Angrily you walked inside rushing to find your friends. Daryl and Carol instantly looked at each other nervously knowing what they would have to now deal with.

"Hey little man," Daryl muttered with a smile to Jasper as you put him down beside you.

"Who let him out?" Wasting no time to get to the point you crossed your arms before them expecting an explanation. It had been four years since Daryl last saw your son but the moment was over taken with emotions with the sight of Negan.

"I had to do it," Carol whispered as you stared at her with a straight face.

"It was you?" Your voice was cold before realizing your son was looking up at you confused.

"I'll take him," Daryl picked him up and quietly left the room with him.

"How could you let that monster out?"

"Katherine, I did what I had to do. Alpha had to die, Negan was our only chance."

Looking away you pressed your lips together in disapproval, but what could you say?

"How long has he been free?"

"For the past year and hes been no trouble," Carol responded. She felt guilty knowing the pain this man caused you but truly felt in her gut it was her best option at the time. Quietly you nodded and crossed your arms before you.

"I understand," you whispered knowing you now had no choice but to deal with the presence of this man.

Daryl was in the kitchen sitting at the table with Jasper, you smiled watching him cut up apple slices for your son. Daryl looked up at the sound of you entering the room and smiled shyly.

"Smart kid," he muttered before eating a slice of the apple.

"Like his dad," you sat down across from Daryl looking over at your son.

"Listen, he ain't-"

"You guys did what you had to do." You interrupted him calmly.

"Alpha is gone. Alexandria is safe, that's all that matters. I just dont want him to be anywhere near my son and I."

Daryl nodded completely understanding how you felt.

"Yall could stay on my side if that'll make ya feel more comfortable," he suggested. You nodded in response feeling a sense of relief. It had been too long since you had seen your friends, it was bittersweet. Thinking of your husband Mathew you smiled looking at Jasper, there was so much resemblance between the two.

"Why dont I show you around, got some new folks that you should know."

"Sure," you stood up taking your sons hand and stepped outside with Daryl only to run into Negan outside talking to Carol. Negan looked at you for a moment before you took your son and quickly walked off.

"Just keep ya distance from em," Daryl muttered low to Negan who simply nodded with a straight face.

"How she doin?" Negan couldnt help himself but to ask. A lot had changed since you last saw him, his way of thinking, the way he acted with others, the kind of man he was. Negan had very much regret with many things in his life but one of his biggest things was killing your husband. Killing your husband and not knowing you were expecting a child made him feel like complete shit when he learned of it. He could only imagine how tough it had been for you.

"She'll be alright," Daryl whispered before following in your direction and introducing you to the others.

It had now been a couple of weeks living in Alexandria. Never did you let Jasper stay far from you, you didnt trust anyone let alone with Negan being around. Sitting in the garden you made, you had your son sit beside you playing with toys while you began to plant.

"Hey Miss Katherine, can Jasper play freeze tag with us?" A young girl just a few years older than Jasper had asked you with an innocent look. You looked over at your son and smiled with an nod.

"Just stay where I can see you, okay?"

"Ok mommy" Jasper ran off with Chloe and began to play. Negan was on his side organizing boxes of snacks for the town. He continued to work as time went on until he suddenly looked up and found Jasper standing a few feet away from him. He stared at Negan curiously making him swallow uncomfortably.

"Hey kid." Negan muttered low as the boy looked up at him.

"Jasper!" Negan suddenly looked up to find you running towards him and pulling your son back.

"What the hell are you doing?" You yelled at him making him lift his hands up innocently and take a step back.

"Jasper, didnt I tell you to stay where I could see you?" You crouched down to your son who looked at you quietly.

"I wanted a snack, mommy."

"I'll get you one in the house, Jasper."

"I want that one," he pointed at the box next to him. Negan hesitantly took a snack out of the box not being sure how youd react, and reached out giving you a bag of fruit. Roughly you grabbed the bag out of his hand and stood up as Negan sighed.

"Its just a bag of fruit-"

"Stay away from him!" You yelled as your son looked up at you in confusion.

"You think I'm gonna hurt the damn kid?" Negan took a step closer making you back away pulling your son tightly to you.

"Kat!" Daryl ran to you getting inbetween the both of you.

"Come on let's just get inside," Daryl led you away from Negan. You couldnt take your eyes off him as you walked away, you couldnt help the anxious fury he suddenly would make you feel. Negan knew you had every reason to feel the way you felt, he couldn't imagine how hard it was for you having to see him near you but Negan wanted you to know he felt remorse.

"I was just trying to give the damn kid what he wanted," Negan muttered to Carol as he watched you walked off.

"Its best you keep your distance-"

"She thinks I'm gonna fucking hurt her kid." Negan turned to Carol with furrowed brows.

"I've done a lot of stupid shit but hurt a kid or his mother, I dont fucking think so."

"Negan, you killed her husband."

"I fucking know what I did-" he snapped at Carol before storming off.

Daryl led you to where you slept and tried convincing you Negan wouldnt harm your child but you couldnt trust him. Your anger towards him was still fresh. You hadn't truly got to see Negan the way the others had and truth be told you didnt care to. The next few days you stayed as far as you could from Negan. Here and there he would look at you wishing you'd hear what he had to say. He saw how protective you were of your son, you looked alot tougher from when he last saw you.

That late evening Daryl had gone on a run. Alexandria was quiet and everyone was inside. Taking a nap in bed you held your son close falling into a deep sleep, such a deep sleep you didnt feel him get up from bed. About an hour later you began to move around and slowly realized you didnt feel your son beside you. Your eyes flung open, practically jumping out of the bed.

"Jasper?" You screamed out going around the house, every closet, every room, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Jasper! Jasper! Where are you?!" You screamed running out of the house. Something you feared for so long was happening in this moment.

"Jasper!" You screamed again when Negan began to hear your screams from inside. Carol ran and found you frantically running, searching for your son.

"Katherine, relax-where did you last see him?" Carol grabbed you as you panted and Negan showed up behind you.

"He was sleeping-he was asleep. I-I just woke up and he was gone. It's late, where the hell could he have gone?" You looked around you anxiously when Chloe suddenly came running from the entrance.

"Guys! Its Jasper-"

"Oh God, what?"

"We went out to play hunt together and um his foot got trapped under a rock- I'm sorry miss Katherine-"

"Where is he Chloe?" You asked in a shakey voice.

"Hes by the river." She answered with big worried brown eyes.

"The river?"

"I know where he is," Negan spoke making you look over at him.

"I'm going alone."

"Its dark out there, and you dont even know where the hell to go" Negan insisted.

"I'll manage," you responded stubbornly.

"Katherine...he has a point. Its dark and Negan does know the area. He won't hurt you or your boy." Carol whispered assuring you Negan could be trusted with this making you give in.

"Let's go," you walked off before Negan as he followed. It was dark in the woods as the two of you quietly made your way to the river. Negan couldnt imagine the fear you felt in that moment. Tears silently falling down your face, he really felt bad for you. He knew you had been through enough.

"Hes gonna be alright," Negan attempted to comfort you as you walked beside him.

"Do me a favor and dont talk to me, dont-" you stepped on a rock and lost your balance making you gasp. Negan caught you by your arm not letting you hit the floor, not letting you go till you were balanced on your feet.

"I'm fine," you pulled your arm back as you continued to walk. You could hear the water from where you were, you could tell you were close and began to move faster.

"Careful, sweetheart theres some steep hills in this area."

"Jasper?" You called out before quickly spotting his jacket beside him.

"Mommy!"

"Oh my god, Jasper-" you ran to him and dropped to your knees observing how his foot was stuck underneath the rock. Right away you noticed your son was on the edge of a very steep and dangerous hill. Negan took it upon himself to carefully get around you and lifted up the heavy rock off your sons foot.

"You okay, baby? Can you stand up?" Jasper struggled to stand as you held onto him when he suddenly slipped and was just about to fall deep into the hill.

"Jasper!" You screamed as he slipped through your fingers. Negan moved quickly and caught your son by his wrist.

"Got cha," Negan groaned as he slowly pulled him back up to you. Jasper got back on his feet, you quickly pulled him away from the edge.

"Are you okay?" You whispered looking at him worriedly, checking his body for any scrapes or bumps.

"I'm ok," you sighed as you grabbed his face gently.

"Baby I told you, you cant be doing these things. You're scaring mommy, I dont know what I'd do if anything happened to you." Your voice cracked as Negan stood behind you.

"I'm sorry.." your son looked at you with guilty puppy dog eyes.

"You gotta stay with your mom, kid. Shes just trying to protect you." Negan suddenly spoke crouching down beside you to talk to your son. You didnt look his way, you didnt say a word to him, you didnt know how to react.

"Come on, let's get home." You whispered before you stood up and carried your son through the woods. Negan was alert with your surroundings, hell he made sure to stand close behind you just incase you missed a step. You werent sure how to feel after what had just happened. What were you suppsoe to do, lie to yourself? Negan had been helpful to find your son safely, Negan saved him. Once the two of you got on steady ground you felt Jasper fall asleep on you. Negan looked around on the road to make sure there was no one near. Pressing your lips together, you rubbed your sons back thinking of the horrible scare you just went through. Thinking of what could've happened if Negan wasnt with you. If Negan didnt grab him...

"Thank you," you whispered making Negan look over at you in surprise. Still with all his guilt he didnt think he deserved a thank you from you.

"The least I could do," Negan responded in a rugged voice before the two of you reached Alexandria.

"The hell happened?" Daryl rushed towards you having just returned from a run and hearing you had left with Negan.

"Negan saved Jasper," you responded softly leaving him shocked.

"I'm going to lay him down." The two men watched as you quietly walked inside before looking back at each other.

"I still need to have a talk with her." Negan admitted making Daryl nod.

"Go ahead, ima put the supplies away." Daryl walked off as Negan hesitantly made his way inside the house.

Negan stepped into the house with you quietly closing the bedroom door behind you, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sight of Negan.

"I....Negan-"

"I just need you to listen to what I have to say. Please." His eyes were filled with desperation, a look you never thought you would see on him.

"I know what I did and I know nothing can fucking change it, not an apology, not my word but I need you to know-" your eyes welled up as he spoke, quickly he looked away not being able to take the heartbroken look you had. Clearing his throat he turned back to you and took a step closer.

"If I could take back what I did...I fucking would. I ask to be taken every God damn day for what I did to you...to you and your son." He stared directly into your soul as his eyes teared up. The look of despair magnified as he spoke.

"I cant imagine the pain I caused you, Katherine and I know you'll never fucking forgive me but please know...I'm not that man anymore. I dont even know who that was, "he whispered roughly.

"I think about that night...how sick you looked, how you just needed help, you were fucking pregnant and I just....I fucked up." A tear dropped from your eyes making you quickly look away. Negans voice broke as he spoke.

"I know you wont be able to forgive me but I just needed you to hear this. You dont have to talk to me, you dont even have to look at me. But know from this day forward I will keep both you and your son protected with every fucking thing in me. You have my word. " Negan rubbed his hand over his face and left the house leaving you alone with your conflicted feelings and your conflicted thoughts. Of course, you werent ready to fully face this man and deal with him but him saving your son put certain things in a different perspective. Negan pouring his feelings out to you in such a raw form made you think. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but eventually you can be more accepting of Negan being in your life.

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This May As Well Happen - Chapter 12 - AutoCon23 - Boondock Saints (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

CHAPTER 12!!!!

Thankfully, this chapter is back to being a little more lighthearted than the previous two.

This story is actually almost finished!!! After the current chapter I'm working on, then there will only be one or two more chapters before we FINALLY get to move onto Boondock Saints!! Which is also almost finished. Got a few more chapters to finish as well, but it's mostly done.

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[breezeinmonochromenight]

I was challenged to rewrite this prompt into something a little more serious/fleshed out with a few inputs from a friend:

Note 1: Why am I still here? Just to [make myself] suffer?

Note 2: This was supposed to go up the day before yesterday, but every time I get Metal Gear asks I just [vibrates uncontrollably and writes an essay]. So, sorry ‘bout that to the anon asking.

Note 3: Higgs is unapologetically on his full creep shit in this. So. Consider that fair warning.

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Of course she’d get caught wandering through Homo Demens’ territory on her way to deliver a fucking pizza. That alone was bad enough luck for a lifetime. But, in an even more unfortunate turn of events, of course one of those terrorists just had to be the same guy that just couldn’t leave her alone on these god-forsaken deliveries to the middle of nowhere. 

The Man in the Gold Mask that she’d had multiple run ins with wasn’t just ‘one of them’, either. Oh, no. She could never be that lucky. Of course he just had to be the leader of the fucking pack, to boot. The entire situation would have made her laugh hysterically, the cosmic irony of it all proving too much for her already fraying sanity, had the business end of a rifle not currently been digging into her temple with the slightest shift in movement. 

Unsurprisingly, the ter — she couldn’t bring herself to even think the word, because thinking it confirmed that she’d been fraternizing with a monster — Higgs liked to bloviate in front of his lackeys just as much as he did around her. She could only count the seconds passing by; could practically feel her delivery getting colder through its packaging. She hadn’t been paid for this delivery, and yet,  she could feel it being snatched from her hands with each lost moment. Her thoughts inadvertently had her jaw clenching, brows furrowing into a glare at no one in particular. The anger at her current situation and grief over the unfortunate nature of Higgs’ real identity caused a roiling her gut so intense, so immediate and all-consuming, that she found herself half tempted to nudge her guard and see if she couldn’t take an early exit out of the situation.

No pay meant no resources, and no resources meant, well... she refused to be in a ‘no resources’ situation ever again.

She wasn’t the same dirty, starving little lost girl any more. Wouldn’t be. Couldn’t be.

(And though she’d never admit it, she’d grown accustomed to his sudden appearances and self-insertion into her life. He was a random variable that interrupted the stagnancy of her days.)

(He was almost delicate with her when the rest of the world had not been.)

(He was a... friend, reluctant as she was to admit it, and now that had been taken away.)

(She was so tired of things always being taken away from her.)

—

“...Darlin’, I don’t much care for the look you’re giving me or my... associates.” Higgs’ drawl was lazy, almost bored in tone as he came to a stop in front of her.

Hearing that pet name finally interrupted her brooding.

She blinked, fully snapping back to reality when she felt sting of the the rifle muzzle pointed at her digging its way into her temple a little more. Wincing at the resulting thin line of blood trickling down the side of her face from the new cut and the gravel digging into her knees, she flicked her eyes up to meet his expectant gaze as lowered himself to a crouch, their eye contact never breaking.

Well, shit. This was bad.

Had Higgs been speaking to her directly?

Whoops.

“Whatever.”* It was entirely dismissive in tone, but she was spiraling quickly, and couldn’t bring herself to care. If this was how she was going to die, she might as well show some backbone and die with a little dignity. Go ahead and get it over with. “Maybe I really don’t like assholes like you holding me up.” 

Was it a stupid thing to say in her position? Absolutely. But what else was there to do? Apologize for wallowing in her own misery and zoning out? Beg for her life? 

Yeah, no.

Fuck that.

Her life really wasn’t worth much, anyway.

—

Higgs sneered through his masks at her, hidden face beginning to lose its composure at a rapid rate. It was taking everything in his power to maintain his even facade toward her before removing the physical masks he hid himself behind, especially when he’d noticed in the porter’s eyes that she’d drifted off to a place very far from her current reality. 

It felt like a dismissal. Made him feel powerless, like he had for so many nights with his da— when he was a child. And that had infuriated him, especially coming from the one person he couldn’t take his mind off of; that he kept finding his way back to.

Why this reckless little porter got under his skin so easily, he didn’t quite know.

But she did, whether she meant to or not. And the hold she had on him was powerful — so much so, that he could often physically feel her emotions as she was experiencing them. Rarely were they positive, but they served as an easy guide back to her, wherever she may be.

That was why, not long ago, when an incredibly pleasant, persistent tingle down his spine had nearly doubled him over with arousal, this so-called ‘connection’ of theirs had gotten infinitely more irritating to him.

Investigation led him to her private room at Mountain Knot City and, more importantly, to the sight of her being far less mouthy than she’d ever been with him toward some fucking no-name porter... One that she was currently riding late into the night, so desperate in chasing her release that she didn’t notice — or perhaps, worse, didn’t care — that he’d decided to pay her a visit.

Heh. Higgs supposed, in retrospect, that he shouldn’t go there. It was rude to speak ill of the dead, after all. That, and the poor fuck’s corpse had effectively wiped out Bridges Corpse Disposal. So, realistically, he shouldn’t be too angry.

(Except he was. He was still absolutely fucking seething.)

(If only she hadn’t looked so goddamned enticing with her skin glistening from a thin sheen of sweat in the low lights; hair partially shielding her face and biting her lip to hold back the noises of pleasure-pain and her pleas to a god he was sure she didn’t believe in.)

(If only the way she looked with her toes curled and back arched skyward hadn’t effectively rooted him to the spot, unable to look away from the sight of her strong thighs trembling and parting just enough that he could see a tiny, heart-shaped birthmark sitting high on the inside of one of them.) 

(If only the thought of claiming that little heart with his teeth before he buried his face in-between her thighs hadn’t left him so painfully, achingly hard that he’d had to bite down on a gloved knuckle to keep from howling as he spilled into his hand later that night. An ultimately useless act, given the perfect visual he now had of how she’d look riding his cock, controlling the pace of her hips until he was finally ready to let her tip over the edge — an image that had him rutting into his hand again in record time.)

(If only, if only, if only. If not for so many if only’s, he’d have killed her ‘acquaintance’ in the act that night.)

Logically, he should have killed her, used her body for a voidout long before now. Forgotten her name and everything about her. She knew his face now, after all, and the last thing he needed were witnesses.

But he couldn’t. There was something about her he couldn’t let go of. Something that made him want to completely devour her, mind, body, and soul. Something about her defiance toward everyone and everything despite being dealt a shit hand that made him see a bit of himself in her.

Still, even though he had no intentions of killing her, he couldn’t let mouthing off go completely in front of his men.

“A word of advice, darlin’?” Higgs gripped her chin hard as he spoke, forcing her to look him in the eye as he ran a gloved thumb over her full bottom lip.

She refused to say anything or to shy away as Higgs tugged his masks off with his free hand, dark eyes catching his blue ones and staring him down fiercely. He kept their little contest going for an extended moment, amused, before leaning in close to her ear, positively delighted at the small shiver he sent through her body.

“Trigger fingers can slip. So might want to work on on keeping that mouth of yours shut, quickly,” Higgs growled out, casual drawl giving way to something much darker, before jerking her head away from him. He was pleased at the further surprised widening of her eyes in response. Flicking his tongue out, he dragged it down a in wide stripe on her cheek, the coppery tang of her blood welcome on his tongue. “...because I’d just hate to see this gentleman put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours.”

He lingered for a few seconds longer, too close to her graceful neck and that remarkably smooth looking skin of hers. She smelled good, sweet, even— faintly of soap and something else he couldn’t identify.

Funny, given her sour personality. 

Still, despite his efforts at unnerving the porter, nothing even close to fear was registering on her face — only a look of shock and revulsion, maybe even annoyance with him. “What the f— Look, man, I’m not interested in your business. I just wanted to pass through to deliver a fucking pizza. But I’ll shoot myself it’ll make you just stop. fucking. talking.”

He barked out a genuine, surprised laugh at the unexpected, honest response. He certainly could do that, but given the look in her eyes and the way jaw was set, he knew it wasn’t an act — she’d actually do it.

And that’d be no fun for either of them. She was even more feisty than he’d originally thought. Confusing. Interesting.

And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to see more.

“Bring her back to my tent and let her get cleaned up, but don’t let her leave,” he ordered her guard her guard before turning his attention back to her. “The pizza girl here and yours truly are going to have a nice n’ friendly little chat about everything that’s happened here today.” He smirked at her near-instant change of expression from completely stone-faced to puffing out lightly freckled cheeks in anger, ready to hurl expletives at him.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was definitely a keeper.

(He was internally mourning the loss of a perfectly good pizza the whole time, of course, but its delivery girl was just too appetizing in her own right not to entertain for a little while.)

(He’d just have to make another order and make it more than worth her while to deliver it. An offer she couldn’t refuse, if he recalled the quote from the old pre-Stranding movie correctly.)

(Cold pizza was for the dogs, after all.)

[groovycatcollector]

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 8

“We look like a danm ‘Baby and Me’ group” I joked, sitting across from Carl in the kitchen. Both of us had put our kids on the floor with pillows around them, making it a sort of make-shift baby fort. I poured us both some water before grinning like a mad woman with my chin resting in my hands.

“Who is she?” I sang, knowing I was irritating him. He plonked his big cowboy hat onto the table “If you’re gonna be annoying I can ask someone else” Carl looked as if he was trying to be an adult, and I looked as if I was trying to be a kid, bit of an odd pair.

“Who are you gonna talk to? Eugene? Morgan?” I was poking the bear, suddenly I pretended to be horrified, sitting back in the seat. “Oh no” He looked puzzled “Oh sweet Jesus no” I exclaimed. “You” I jolted forward pointing an accusatory finger at him “You were gonna talk to Abraham weren’t you?”

He looked at me blankly, arms crossed “Nina” I sat back, my outburst over. “I’m just saying he’s shit with the ladies” I missed goofing around with people, Carl reminded me of Beau, the baby’s daddy; Serious, a bit shy but as sweet as sugar on the inside. “Seriously who is she” I said again, a bit more serious. “Or at least what kind of person she is”

He talked, talked a good bit, and even though it obviously was Enid he still wouldn’t confess. I’ve seen her walking around, she was pretty, also the only girl his age. “Well, what does she like?” I was spinning my web was master match making, I missed this. “Find something your both into, make it a thing. Know anything she likes?” He shrugged, oh Jesus save me,teenaged boys

“Okay, what do you like about her?”  Carl paused “Shes smart, and pretty” okay… not much to go on “Have you expressed any interest?” He was rubbing his knees and his face was getting redder by the minute. “Okay well complement her, for a start. Or maybe start off my showering, that’s always a good place to start. Then find something you’re both interested in and go from there”

Carls face lit up like he had an idea “I know what to do” I could barely blink before he had swept up his hate and Judith and nearly ran out the door. Letting out a sigh I sat back

“Okay then”

I needed to get ready anyways, I was going on a run with Spencer Daryl and

 **

“Seriously stop thanking us, we can use the practice” Glenn scolded taking the bag of formula as Maggie bounced the baby on her lap while I shrugged the kami jacked I found in storage over my shoulders. I smiled, grateful to the couple that they consider babysitting “practice” for their oncoming child, still, I needed to go on this run, wanting to find a gift for the two to them as a congratulations present, and a few other things.

Glenn set the bag down on the counter “So feed every two hours, if he cries we check the diaper, feed, and bounce”

I rolled my eyes, he had a look on his face like he was saying this more for me then him. I crossed my arms, knowing what he was doing “Yes, okay you got it” I admitted, throwing my hands up in defeat. He leaned agents the island “He’ll be fine, stop stressing” I looked down and back up at him, I know he will be; especially with Glenn and Maggie. Taking a deep breath I decide to ask them.

I twitched my nose. “Hey Mag, could you come over here?” Her head darted in my direction, before standing, keeping the baby close to her chest. I shuffled my feet, brushing my hair out of my face “So you know how he’s being baptized in a few days?” They looked calm, Sweet Jesus I hope they say yes. “W-W-Well” Oh no, I started stuttering again, I could never shake that habit off “I was wondering” Fuck sake, deep breath “Wouldyouliketobehisgodparents?”

They stared at me blankly, “What” Maggie asked, before a wash of understanding washes over her face, and her shoulders relax. “Just in case anything happens to me, I want to know he’ll be well looked after" I explained desperately, my hand moving way too much for it to look natural.

Glenn glanced at Maggie, who smiled back “Of course we will” Glenn said, reaching out and touching my Bicep. A wave of relief washed over me, relaxing my muscles. “Thank you” I said, genuinely grateful. “When is the christening?” Maggie asked, starting to bounce the Baby I have yet to name in her arms. The other name threw me off and I tried to remember

“In a few days, Gabriel said he needed to refresh his memory of Catholic baptisms” Maggie nodded “Just tell us the morning of and we’ll be there” She smiled, and I hoped that they understood what they were getting into.

  **

  I sat in between Daryl and Spencer in the pick-up truck waiting for the turn off into the small town, where hopefully we’d fine a few shops that still had a few products inside.  I could them some baby clothes, or some wood and make them a crib. Spencer attempted to make small talk over Daryl’s useless stick driving but to no avail; both Daryl and I were focused on other matters. My leg occasionally bumping agents Daryl’s or Spencer’s thighs, causing Daryl to tense his arms agents the wheel and Spencer to move closer to me.

After knocking on the window we strolled into the shop, all armed with only hand knives, Spencer staying close behind as I followed Daryl. The store was dark and silent, expect for a few bangs of a stuck Rotter. Scanning the shelves, seeing a few boxes of incense, I figured it must have been a bit of a Hippie shop. Shoving whatever labelled ‘Natural Remedy’ into my rucksack; only a few bottles of oils and dried herbs.

“I’m gonna check the back” I called out, heading towards that door that said ‘employees only’ where the nagging was coming from.

Daryl shot me a look “Nah, I’ll get the walkers in a sec,”. Rolling my eyes at his dismissal I opened the door to the back. The second my hand pulled the handle back I knew I fucked up. The walker over powering me, and knock me to the floor.

Shit. Shit. His teeth biting and snapping towards my neck getting out a grunt I tried to bring my knife up to his head, but I couldn’t reach.

The only thing blocking his jaws from my neck was my forearm. Shit, I tried to kick my legs, trying to knock him over, but that only made him get closer to my face. I pushed the rotter back a little, just about to get my knife through its temple, but a knife went through his eye, inches away from my chin away from my chin.

Throwing him off of me I gasped for air .My ‘savoir’ spoke “Fuck Nina I told you I’d get it” I looked to Daryl standing over me, with a red face and veins pulsating in his neck. I propped myself up on my elbows “I had him” I huffed in annoyance. “Shit was reckless and you know” Jesus I feel like I’m being scolded for sneaking out on a school night. Spencer had slipped behind me into the store room.

Pushing myself to my feet I stand only a few inches away from him “I said I had him” Daryl stepped back. “Really? It didn’t look like it. Actually it looked like you were about to get bit” My temper was getting the better of me, I would have apologized if he didn’t have his finger in my face. I slapped it away, the dark shop making him seem more threatening, but this only pissed me off more.

Jesus Christ what is wrong with him. “I said I had it Dixon” I spat, turning on my heel and walking into the back. Obviously Daryl didn’t feel like this conversation was over, he grabbed my arm and was about to open his mouth to scold me.

I quickly decided that I wasn’t listening to a lecture before blurting out an “I’m sorry”. He dropped my arm, his eyes were a stern blue trying to read me. I’m a good liar, I know that much, but see saw threw it. He squinted his eyes before walking past me into the back.

“Clothes, shitty CD’s and candles mostly” Spencer announced as we walking in. It was dark due to the lack of windows, turning on my torch so I could get a better look “Take the clothes, they can be used has bandages” I said.

I strained my eyes trying to read the labels on boxes threw the dust. I brushed the curls off my face finding a book. “Natural Births: A Doulas Guide”, perfect, now I’ve a little thank you present for the godparents

Stuffing clothes I thought could be bandages I looked down, and saw a purple scarf and smiled at the genital colour. Hesitating to pick it up, it felt so wrong to even consider something frivolous at the end of the world.

Actually, no it didn’t. Fuck it I want a pretty head head scarf. I put my rucksack down warped it around my head once, just enough to keep the hairs off my face.

I walked over to the boys hearing a few laughs and a few “fuck yeahs” after curiosity got the better of me. They were kneeling down over three or four boxes, and peering over I could just about see glass bottles.

Spencer turned, smiling while handing me one of the mixed matched bottles. “This has been a great day” He beamed before turning back to the boxes. I brought my torch up to the bottle, no label.

I cautiously unscrewed it, taking a whiff. Immediately regretting it as the smell burnt my nose hairs. Regret soon turned into pure joy after registering what I smelt

Moonshine.

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[thesoggyraincloud]

Catching Her Masterlist

// Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Instead of the comforts of a viable society, she had two emotionally stunted rednecks.

Warnings- Show accurate violence and swearing

Hello Beautiful people, I’ve finished chapter 7&8 Finally! whoop whoop! It will probably take me while to get to 9-10 aka episode 5, only 2 more left till the end of season One! (1/08/2024)

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Chapters 1-6) Pre Season one

Chapter 0-Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter sneak peak

Chapter 5

Chapters 7-12) season one

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

[everythingandeveryplace]

Finding Family

"Family is not an important thing.

It's everything."

"I've never seen anything like it before in my life. They have this wall and it's all concrete, and then the crops and live stock! everything is so meticulously organized, their armory is stocked in ways you couldn't even imagine." Rick rambled, ducking beneath a low hanging branch as the rest of the group followed behind. They'd been on the road for over 11 hours when Rick had finally instructed them all to pull over through the walkie.

It was nearing close to another hour since they had all started walking through the poorly shaded woods, the Atlanta sun burning their skin and stray walkers hiding in the brush. Daryl had never seen this part of Atlanta before and he couldn't help but be impressed with how well this supposed "miracle community" was hidden.

"If I hear bout' this damn Georgetown one more time, I'm throwin' him all the way there." Merle grumbled from beside him, cutting down the far too tall grass with the chiseled saw he called a hand.

"Just keep ya mouth shut and keep ya eyes on the path." Daryl hissed at his brother, moving to walk a few feet ahead. Their relationship was beyond strained and some days it was worse than others, there was a deep seeded resentment amongst the two brothers, most days Daryl couldn't even look Merle in the eyes.

Everyone knew the reason why.

"Are we almost there?" Glenn panted, leaning into the hand Maggie was massaging his achey neck with.

"Almost." Rick promised.

"They gonna see us comin'? Ain't gonna attack or nothin'?" Daryl fell into step with Rick.

"No. They seem to be good people, they know I'm bringing my people to talk. I've only spoken to their leader Charlie and a few of the residents, it was Charlie's idea to bring you all for a visit. He wants to see the type of People Alexandria produces." Rick explained.

"So best behavior folks!" Abraham chuckled and slapped Eugene on the shoulder sending the mulleted man stumbling into Carol and Michonnes backs.

Carol whipped around and raised a brow at Eugene, Michonne laughed as the socially awkward man scrambled back to Abraham's side with wide, frightened eyes.

Almost half an hour later the sounds of muffled voices broke through the silence of the woods, Rick hadn't been lying , the concrete wall that blocked the community from the outside wall was incredible and large and so tall there it seemed to tower over even the tallest oak tree lining the woods.

"Holy shit." Jesus stopped abruptly, his jaw practically on the floor as he stared up at the dark grey, smooth concrete slab.

"That's unbelievable." Carol whispered

"Carl's going to be so mad he missed this." Michonne added

"Rosita too." Sasha stepped forward and pressed her hand against the wall tugging Tyreese alongside it.

Merle elbowed Daryl in the ribs and grinned

"Looks like that old burned down factory we used to store our huntin stuff in' with the cracked concrete and tall ass walls."

"Yeah. S'also where you started sellin' the meth and damn near got me killed by a tweaker." Daryl mumbled, dodging another elbow from Merle.

Wasn't that always how it was? Every good thing daryl had ever had was tainted by Merle's reckless and stupid behavior. It was that way then and it hadn't changed, it never would.

The heavy welded doors opened slowly in front of all of them and out stepped an older man who was so tall even Tyreese had to look up to catch his eyes.

"Hello Alexandria, I'm so happy you all could make it. The ride here was smooth I assume? No trouble?"

Rick stepped forward, extending his hand to the stranger and grinning.

"No trouble at all. Thank you again for giving us the opportunity to say our piece, and Thank-you for giving my people a chance. I know how difficult it is to trust someone you hardly know, especially in this world."

Rick would have been one hell of a politician if the world hadn't gone to shit, it was amazing to see the easy way he talked to anyone and everyone never giving away even a piece of himself.

"Well of course, of course. Come on in then, you never know what's lurking in these woods." The man Daryl assumed was Charlie ushered them all inside the walls of the community, signaling to a group of men on top of the walls to close the doors.

It wasn't real.

There was absolutely no way something as prospering and lively and god damn beautiful could exist in the world they lived in now. Behind the walls of Georgetown was row after row of blooming and blossoming crops, farm animals grazed behind fenced fields, families tended to the fields and satellite panels stood tall on poles surrounding the beautifully kept homes. There were children playing and mothers knitting on porches, men were lugging lumber though the sidewalks and someone to Daryl's left was patching up the roof of a tiny yellow cottage.

"I told you." Rick whispered in his ear "I've never seen anything like it."

Neither had Daryl, not in this life or his last.

It felt welcoming and clean and homey..

It felt safe.

Maggie was the first to speak

"This place is beautiful, it's like a different world. I can't believe how much food y'all have! And the protection from the barriers and fences.. it's truly amazing."

Charlie smiled proudly

"Yes, we've worked very hard to achieve all that we have. But Rick tells me you've all worked hard as well. I'd heard of the saviors from passing travelers, fortunately we never encountered any at Georgetown. We're far too hidden to be found, of course we do have a plan of action in place should the time come we're threatened." His tone held a hint of a warning and Daryl felt Merle shift uncomfortably beside him, he got all fidgety when the saviors were mentioned. Daryl just got nauseous.

"You said we'd be able to meet more of your people? Not that I'm in any place to rush you but clearly we can see how well this place is run and I think we're all curious as to who's behind it." Rick smiled brightly and nudged Michonne until she was smiling just as wide.. albeit a bit more awkwardly.

"Well to be fair every single person who lives within the walls of our community is responsible for the progress and safety of our home. But if you mean my counsel, let me introduce you." The taller man pulled a walkie from his utility belt

"Hey team, meet in the corridor. Emergency meeting."

A chorus of jumbled

"Okay... got it.. be there in a sec."

sounded through the device.

"I haven't told them I was bringing you in, they would all be too anxious. They're going to be the deciding factors on whether I agree to the trade so I feel it's important they look at this with fresh eyes. It's better they don't have time to think on it." Charlie winked.

"I was in the shower. Someone better be dead."

A petite woman with short hair and tattooed arms came sprinting down the steps of the large white building that Daryl and his group were standing in front of. She was beautiful but the way her eyes landed on Michonne and lingered for just a moment too long made it fairly obvious she would not be interested in Rick, Daryl, Merle or anyone of that particular gender.

"You were in the shower? I was in dreamland. I was out all night scoping for walkers, you said I could sleep in." A mammoth sized man with a scarred face and dark blue eyes followed the smaller woman, trailing after her and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Charlie chuckled and shook his head

"These are a few of the people I wanted you to meet. They've come looking to trade with us, I wanted them to come by and meet you before we get into any details." He explained.

The tattooed woman reached a hand out to Michonne and the huge blue eyed man instantly reached for a high five from Rick

"I'm Tucker and that's Ruby. I run construction and head most of the supply runs, Ruby runs the armory she knows everything there is to know about guns so if you guys think you can ever get one over on her you're sorely mistaken." Tucker's laugh filled the air before he clapped a hand onto Glenn's shoulder nearly drilling him to the ground with the force of his grip. Merle snorted and Daryl had to fight to keep the smile off of his face.

"Aidan is tied up in the kitchen right now, he's got to get lunch out before we hit the road for our next run. He said he'd come by after."

Charlie nodded in understanding before turning towards The front doors of the white building again

"Where's Lil, I thought I heard her say..."

"I'm here! Sorry I got stuck with stitches on an eight year old not fun at a.."

Daryl's head snapped forward at that voice, he knew that voice, could pick it out of a million people. He never thought he would hear it again.. he never thought....

"LiliAnna?!?" Maggie practically squealed, dropping her weapons and running towards the blonde currently staring slack jawed at the group standing in front of her.

"Maggie?" She choked, falling back onto the steps of the stairs as the short haired brunette tackled her to the ground, squeezing her tight and rambling in her ear.

"I can't believe it's you! It's been almost two years! Look at you! You look amazing! I've missed you so much!" She babbled, tears leaking from her eyes as she held tight to her former best friend.

"I've missed you too." LiliAnna whispered, cupping Maggie's face and dropping her forehead to hers. When Maggie finally stepped away Rick was there to take her place, wrapping his arms around LiliAnna and smiling

"I had no idea you lived here? I've been back and forth for the past few weeks and I haven't seen you once." He pulled away and gave her a once over for injuries, Daryl had seen him do it countless times and it made his heart ache to see the familiarity playing out right before his eyes.

"I run Medical here, I'm The head nurse and we had a bit of an accident on our last run. I've been tending to the injured all month trying to get them back on their feet.. not to mention how busy I am typically." LiliAnna smiled softly before squeezing ricks hand and turning to greet the rest of the group, lingering a little longer on carol and wiping the older woman's tears with the sleeve of her jacket, they had always had a special bond.

"I feel like I'm missing something here." Ruby scratched her head.

"Ditto." Tucker shrugged, smiling at all of the happy faces "doesn't matter much though, look how happy they are. Can't bottle that up."

LiliAnna hugged Abraham one last time before finally turning towards Daryl.

"Daryl Dixon." She smiled softly, her eyes slightly misty with tears.

"Lili." He breathed, the name coming out no louder than a whisper. She looked beautiful, if possible even more so than he had ever seen her. Her long blonde hair was left loose at her shoulders, sky blue eyes big and bright on her sun kissed face. She was still too skinny, she always forgot to eat and it drove Daryl crazy, she was always too busy looking out for everyone else she often forgot about herself. But still she was beautiful, perfect. Except for..

There was a jagged light pink scar that stretched from the temple of her right eye all the way down to the corner of her top lip and when she walked towards him she walked with a limp, it wasn't all that noticeable but Daryl could see it, he'd memorized it as she walked away two years ago.

"Didn't think I'd ever see ya face again." He swallowed.

"Didn't think you would either." She answered honestly, her eyes were just as warm and beautiful as he remembered and her skin looked just as soft, he reached a hand out to touch her cheek when suddenly the shadow of a figure covered his back.

Almost as if she had been burned Lili flinched away, eyes casting over Daryl's shoulder and narrowing dangerously before she stumbled backwards and away from him. Daryl whipped around to see Merle standing directly behind him, eyes wide and apologetic when He noticed Daryl's hand still raised.

"Sorry little brother.. I didn't think."

"Ya never think." Daryl growled, harshly turning away from the man who had single handedly destroyed his happiness more times than he could count.

"LiliAnna! We gotta show you something."

Someone was coming towards them from a few feet away. Daryl couldn't make out the face yet but the voice sounded strangely familiar.

"That's D." Charlie explained "he's part of our combat group.. teaches our residents how to defend themselves."

D...

Dwight.

Sure enough the mangled man came rushing forward, a child in his arms with wild blonde curls and bright blue eyes, a huge smile on the child's face.. the kid couldn't be older than a year and he looked nothing like Dwight.. actually he looked more like..

"Mama!"

Mama? Did that mean..

"Hi sweet boy! How was your nap? Did Uncle D keep you up again?" LiliAnna reached for the baby in Dwight's arms and cradled him to her chest pressing sloppy kisses all over his cheek while he giggled and squirmed.

"You have a baby?" Michonne let the severe sharpness of her features lessen for just a moment as she stared at the mother and her child.

"I do. His names Greyson and he just tuned one." She smiled proudly.

"Oh my god Hershel Jr. just found himself a new best friend." Maggie tugged in Glenn's sleeve in excitement and even the lanky Korean couldn't keep the smile off of his face. LiliAnnas eyes softened immediately and she grinned

"It was a boy?" She asked Maggie.

"It sure was.. just like your little angel." Maggie moved forward to squeeze the chubby little ones cheeks. Rick was talking to Charlie and the rest of the group was either admiring Greyson or asking Ruby and Tucker questions.

"You see it don't you?" Merle asked from his space beside Daryl.

"See what?" Daryl refused to take his eyes off of the baby in LiliAnnas arms.

"Those are mamas eyes." Merle chuckled making Daryl snap his head towards his older brother.

"What?"

Merle shook his head at his brothers obliviousness

"That boys a Dixon through and through."

Dwight's body stiffened at the sound of Merle's voice, he whipped around and drew his gun the instant his eyes caught sight of Merle.

"Woah!" Ruby shouted

Everyone turned towards the commotion and Charlie rushed towards Dwight

"D, what are you doing.. these people are our guests.. you can't just pull your.."

"Guests?!" Dwight scoffed "why the hell is he in our camp?! Why would you let him in here!"

LiliAnna handed Greyson off to Maggie and moved to stand beside Dwight, placing her hand in his arm she spoke quickly

"It's okay.. I'm okay. It's fine Dwight, put the gun down"

"Are they here to do business? They want to trade? Fat chance!" Dwight kept his gun trained on Merle but spoke directly to Charlie "you cannot let these people in here, you cannot do business with them. They took in that.. that monster." His hands were shaking around the trigger of his rifle and Daryl couldn't move, his feet frozen to the spot. Merle seemed to be in the same position because he hadn't even drawn his gun yet.

"What did he do? What's going on LiliAnna?" Tucker came to stand behind Dwight as back up and Ruby soon followed, her hands tight on her pistol.

"He.. it was the past.." She whispered, her eyes darting to her son behind her.

Suddenly images flooded Daryl's brain.

Dwight carrying a nearly lifeless Lili through the smoke and ash, her face so bruised and bloody it was almost unrecognizable.

The screaming. Her cries of pain and desperation as Hershel attempted to stitch her up and set her bones.

Her wide, terrified eyes when she looked up at him from the cot as Hershel relocated her shoulder

"Merle." She had croaked "it was Merle."

"I'll tell you what happened." Dwight growled, the click of his trigger sounding through the almost silent air "that bastard beat Lil to death and made me watch. She survived because she's stronger than all of us but he was trying to kill her... slowly.. he wanted her to feel it."

Daryls eyes met Lilis from across the field.

She looked him dead in the eye for just a moment before she raced over to Maggie, scooped up Greyson and rushed back up the stairs to the big building.

Charlie cleared his throat and placed a hand on Dwight's raised Gun.

"It looks like we may have more to discuss."

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HELLOY BITCHES!!!

It's Friday and you know what that means!!! New chapter!!!

And not just any chapter!! It's the first chapter to part 6!! That's right, ladies and germs!!!

We've finally reached season 3!!

Oh what will you all read in this series?! Howuch different will it be from the show?! Who knows?!

Guess you'll have to read to find out!!

Enjoy!!

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Shake It Out pt One

Shake It Out pt One

Characters: Phoebe (FEE-bee) Winters. Brad Winters. Daryl Dixon. Merle Dixon.

Warnings: Swearing. Abuse.

Summary: When new neighbors come and Daryl can’t help but be curious about the loud fighting that happens during the night...

Inspired by the song, Shake it Out - Glee Version. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4MCzmUQrTk )

Phoebe was tired, moving to some small town in Northern Georgia. It wasn’t what she expected from her husband. But when he lost his job in Atlanta and they had to leave everything behind. Phoebe went with him, two months pregnant and determined to make their marriage work.

Arriving at the town, they settled in a small two-bedroom home in a neighborhood Phoebe didn’t feel all too safe about. Not that she was about to say anything, instead she bit her tongue and helped unpack the moving truck. Starting on fixing their home. Hoping to make it perfect for the young couple. 

Being only 25, Phoebe thought she would have been doing something with her life. Not being pregnant to a man who couldn’t even keep a job. Brad did his best, sure. When he wanted, and that wasn’t all the time. He was a 27-year-old man who was still bitter that he never got a scholarship to football that he believes he deserved.

So as he went out looking for a job, she fixed the home. Doing her best and doing what she can to give it a more homey feel. That starting with opening all the windows, hoping to get the smell of cigarettes out and starting to unpack the kitchen supplies. Soft music playing from her phone and the blonde singing along.

Ignoring the sound of men yelling next door, it didn’t bother her. Phoebe expected it actually from the looks of this neighborhood.

That’s how the next few weeks went by. Brad, telling her he was going out looking for a job, never coming up with anything. The couple fighting constantly at night about the bills starting to pile up and them being almost out of money.

Even three months pregnant, Phoebe went out and landed herself a job as a waitress. Deciding that anything was welcomed at that point. So she worked her ass off, doing extra shifts and working late. 

Brad, on the other hand, didn’t take it so well. His wife bringing home the money, it embarrassed him. It made him look bad, so he drank and it slowly started to get worse.

“You’re pathetic! Look at you, we’ve been here for over a month and all you do is drink your ass off!” Phoebe yelled at her husband, eyes narrowing at the sight of the man sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table.

She had just gotten home from another long shift, even bringing dinner home for the two of them. Not that Brad was grateful, he hated it. Calling it trash and that they didn’t need people giving them food like they were poor.

“Shut your mouth, bitch! I’m doing my part! I’m going out, I’m looking for a job!” He would yell back. His words coming out in a slur.

“Like hell you are! I got a job the first day I went looking! You’re telling me you are actually looking? I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re sitting at some bar drinking like usual!” Phoebe threw in his face with narrowed eyes.

Next thing she knew, her back was against the wall and a hand holding her throat. Brad looking at her with pure hatred behind his hazel eyes.

“If I were you, I’d watch what you’re saying..” He sneered and tightened his fingers around her neck. Knowing he was cutting off her air, but he didn’t care at that point.

It was when he noticed her starting to choke out for air that he finally let her go and watched as she sank to the floor. After telling Phoebe to watch what she says, Brad grabbed his wallet and left the house. The door slamming shut behind him. Leaving Phoebe there, crying on the floor against the wall.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Phoebe cursed when the paper bag she held in her hands broke through and the eggs, milk carton and two bags of frozen peas that were in it fell. Still being five houses away from her own home, the blonde glared at her groceries. 

Bending down the best she could while wearing a sundress, she cursed under her breath as she grabbed things on the sidewalk. “Fucker... can’t even bag groceries.. can’t even do his damn job...” she mumbled under her breath about the poor kid who worked the supermarket and put her groceries in the bag.

Standing up and going to grab the remaining bag of peas that was still on the ground, Phoebe stopped. Seeing a man standing there holding the bag for her. His hair was a dark blonde color, his eyes were an amazing blue color and Phoebe almost forgot how to speak. 

“Ya dropped these.” He said, handing them over to her.

Finally snapping out of it, Phoebe grabbed the bag and nodded. “Thank you!” She said, finding her voice. 

Seeing his eyes glance towards her neck, Phoebe made sure she got everything except the few broken eggs on the ground. Saying a soft goodbye, she quickly made her way back to her house. Not wanting any unwanted questions being asked. She had enough of that happening at work. She didn’t need any neighbors preying into her life.

Once she made it home, Phoebe let the door slam shut behind her and she let out a soft sigh. Going to put everything away, she ignored the dead silence of her home. Instead, she went to the kitchen and after putting the food she bought into their rightful places, Phoebe started on cooking dinner. Always making sure to cook enough for two, even if Brad never ate anymore. This wouldn’t give him any reason to say she wasn’t doing her job as his wife. 

Even working long hours on her feet all day, Phoebe kept their home clean, clothes washed and food always served for the two of them. Not that it mattered, nothing she did was ever good enough for Brad. Phoebe had just come to terms with this and didn't care anymore. Knowing that keeping her head down was the best solution for her.

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pt One finished! Not sure how long this is gonna be! But I hope you enjoyed this!! Give hearts and reblogs for a Daryl Dixon fanfic !! I’m pretty excited for this fanfic! It's starting out Pre-Apocoplyps and after a while, it's gonna be going in the direction of TWD universe! 

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[hornsbeforehalos]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Daryl Dixon & Original Female Character(s), Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Daryl Dixon, Original Female Character(s), Negan (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Dwight (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene, Jesus (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, Murder, Daddy!Daryl, Semi Abusive Relationships, Negan - Freeform, Lucille - Freeform, Daddy Kink, Established Relationship, Lost & Found, Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, the walking dead - Freeform, Daryl Dixon Smut, Marriage, Family, Complete, Daryl Dixon Romance Series: Part 1 of Hunter, Arrow, & Daryl Dixon Summary:

Daryl and Rick run into a surprise from Daryl’s pre-apocalypse past that changes the rest of the future.

This was originally a one-shot that took on a mind of its own.

since I’m taking forever to do anything ya’ll should reread this xD