#SPN/TWD crossover

[jdms-flat-ass]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as a sexy peepaw

[yesmiladywrites]

Really Bad Eggs (SPNXTWD Crossover)

Part of an ongoing series, but can be read as a one shot. Sam and Dean are searching for a missing Castiel. Originally published on 2022-10-23. Updated version posted on 2025-05-02.

***

“You idiots,” Simon laughed, slumping sideways in his restraints. “You have no idea what you’re up against.” His eyes gleamed. “Negan’s going to skin you alive.”

Holding a bag of Doritos, Dean sauntered back from the truck. “Is she hot?” he asked through a mouthful of chips.

Simon stopped laughing. “What?” he asked, confused.

Dean popped another chip into his mouth. “Megan,” he said, chewing thoughtfully. “She in charge around here, or what?”

Simon looked at Dean in bemusement. “Negan,” he repeated, blinking slowly. “I didn’t say Megan, I said Negan.”

“He did say Negan,” Sam supplied helpfully. “I’m pretty sure.”

The man tied to Simon's back woke up long enough to mumble, “We're all Negan.”

“Well, that’s just freaking lame.”

***

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Really Bad Eggs (3348 words) by yesmilady

[geeks-universe]

Daryl Dixon x Reader [SPN crossover, reader was raised by Bobby but not blood related]

That was before. Now…

“Please work,” you muttered, holding the necklace Bobby had gifted you on your ninth birthday with an iron grip.

It was a simple thing: a gold chain with a black tourmaline crystal. The jagged cut of the crystal was etched with a deep, single line carving of suíl- the eye. It was meant to be a conduit for your power, a way to focus it so that you could cast more intentionally.

Your power was expansive, your natural talent unmatched, but when it came to intentional casting, as opposed to reactive, you struggled. Especially now.

“Find her.” You whispered. Pleaded.

You could feel that thread of power in your chest, the one that would pull, pull, pull, until it snapped and a torrent of energy would rush through. It’d been second nature once upon a time, your hand lifting to defend the people you loved without a second thought.

This little girl would be no different.

“Come on,” you huffed, the muscles in your arm straining with the force you held the conduit with.

It was no use though.

No trickle of power.

No twinge of a cord.

“Fuck,” you shouted, taking your frustration out on a nearby unsuspecting mushroom.

Maybe if you’d paid more attention to Sam’s lessons in witchcraft and the importance of herbalism you would know if the aforementioned shroom could be used in some sort of spell to find Sophia. It wasn’t like you knew the world was going to end. You would’ve at least grabbed a Grimoire. Maybe a Witchcraft for Dummies.

“No luck?”

The sudden voice caught you by surprise, your hands rising instinctually. Even then, you could feel the faintest twang of power.

“Witchcraft is about intention, Bean.” Bobby said sagely over his tower of mismatched books, some old enough to belong in museums. “Your emotions can help, but they can also bite you in the ass faster than a snake in the grass.”

“Daryl,” you let out a sigh, dropping your shoulders in defeat. “I didn’t find anything.”

He watched you curiously for a second. The others appreciated your ability to handle weaponry, and the way you seemed so unafraid of the dead, even at the start of everything. Daryl, however, seemed to clock the way you didn’t always immediately reach for a weapon, like you were expecting the walkers to just suddenly combust.

Which, to be fair, you kind of were. Elemental magic had always been the most natural form of power for you. Sure, you’d been able to cast spells and perform rituals when required, but at the base of your magic was a roaring storm, the howl of the elements.

“Me neither,” he admitted, disappointment in the rough grumble of his chest. “Figured we could circle back tomorrow, take the Eastern side of the ridge.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, slipping your necklace back over your head. “Let’s walk the creek back, see if maybe she took shelter there.”

Daryl grunted his confirmation, taking the lead with his crossbow in hand. The silence between you was comfortable. Daryl was the quiet sort, never really wanting to speak up during what he considered “useless chatter”. Before Sophia had gone missing, you would engage in long, mostly one-sided talks with Daryl.

He never really seemed to mind, and you desperately sought out human connection. It was all that kept you from letting the anger consume you.

That, and Bobby had reminded you time and time again when you were growing up that you could talk a brick wall to death. Lovingly, of course.

Now that you were focused on finding her, and Daryl was the only other person that was going out every single day with you, you’d let the silence permeate your search.

Sometimes you’d split up, just short distances and nothing far enough to risk you getting lost. You’d find her. You didn’t allow yourself to believe anything else.

(If only you could focus, just for long enough to trace her location. You’d done it many times in the past to find Sam and Dean. There was no reason you couldn’t do it again.)

“Did ya used to hunt?”

Daryl asked the question so suddenly you nearly didn’t answer, too lost in your own inner turmoil. Then, you were taken aback by the wording.

“Yeah, something like that,” you laughed, amused by something he didn’t understand.

Still, the smile on your lips was enough of a consolation for potentially saying something foolish. He wasn’t entirely sure how to interact with you most days. Even at his peak asshole behavior, you’d been stubbornly sunny, like the world hadn’t ended gruesomely.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF FRIDAY NIGHT PUNCHGROUND

THE 6TH QUALIFYING MATCH FOR THE MEN’S MONEY IN THE BANK

The next poll event series will be Fictional Money in the Bank. Just like the real Money in the Bank, six competitors will take part in a ladder match to claim a briefcase containing a contract for a championship match of the winner's choice, which can be "cashed in" by the holder of the briefcase at any point in the year following their victory.

Previous Men’s Money in the Bank winner: Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu)

The competitors for the 6th qualifying match are:

1) Adam Stanheight (Saw)

2) Negan Smith (The Walking Dead)

3) Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

[stunt-lads]

Thinking abt That AU again

[dannyo000]

Warning: violence, killing

I pulled my machete out of its holster on my hip as I crept through the abandoned warehouse. Dean and I split up to cover more ground. He took the top level while I stayed on the bottom. 

I looked in each room I passed, occasionally checking over my shoulder. It wasn't until the last door, the only closed one, did I hear muffled talking.

I creaked open the door and peeked through the crack, spotting 6 maybe 7 vamps all standing throughput the massive empty room, a young woman chained to a chair in the center. I jumped, feeling a hand on my shoulder, I could smell Deans cologne, which relaxed me. 

“I'll cause a distraction to get some to come out of the room.” I whispered before backing up after kicking the door opened.

Dean moved to the side to stand out of view. 

“Hey! Got a fresh blood bag standing right here!” I raised my hands, machete still ready to go.

Four vamps came running my direction, so I turned and ran so Dean could take down the last 2. I ran down the hall to a bigger room. All four began circling me, keeping my machete and hand out in front of me. Idiotically, the one right in front of me launched forward and tried to throw a punch, which I dodged before sticking the machete through his neck. His head fell first, then his body. I heard a hiss behind me and was grabbed. I stumbled backward and elbowed the camp. Once their hands were released, I turned around to see it was a girl vamp. She was pissed.

“You killed my boyfriend!” She growled and knocked the machete from my hands. 

We both threw punch after punch, kick after kick. She threw me into the arms of the other two vamps. My wrists were held behind me. I gritted my teeth as I tried to pull out of their grip. 

“We have done nothing to you, hunters.” 

“You're killing people! Innocent people!” 

“There's only so long you can feed on wild animals before you crave human blood again.”

I scoffed and let out a humorless chuckle. Shaking my head is when I noticed Dean low in the back of the room. I tilted my head in the direction of my discarded machete. He made his way to it and grabbed it. I managed to get myself free from the two vamps, Dean tossed me the machete, which I caught. Kicking one of the guys in the chest, he stumbled enough for me to take the other guy out. 

I could hear Dean fighting the girl behind me. Glancing back, I see he was on the ground with her on top of him, her fangs out. I groaned and quickly fought the last guy when Dean shouted for me. She was strong as hell. I stood behind her and sliced her head off . Dean cursed under his breath and chucked her headless body off of him.

I laughed and held out my hand for him, which he gladly accepted. Pulling him up, we looked around at all the dead blood suckers. 

I wiped the blood, as it began dripping down towards my eyes.

I felt Dean set his hands on my hips before leaning close to my ear.

“Blood looks good on you.” 

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. Making him stumble back a little while chuckling. 

“Not really my go-to style.”

[halfpintkay]

"That can't be good..."

[spnfanficpond]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50356684

By @xpurdyglambertx

[idl3dr3ams]

its probably about time I yapped to y'all about my TWD/spn crossover idea

So basically Sam and Dean end up in the TWD universe because ✨magic✨ (probably some angel fuckery)

And after nearly getting overrun by walkers, a group of people stumbles upon them and save their asses

Unfortunately for them, these people are Saviors

Upon realizing the boys don't have anything useful on them (besides a knife with some weird ass carvings on it and maybe a couple other small weapons), whoever the highest ranking person in this group happens to be makes the call to bring them back to the Sanctuary and let Negan decide what to do with them

Sam and Dean initially resist, they throw some punches, maybe even manage to kill a couple of the saviors, but und up getting knocked out and restrained.

So they're taken back to the sanctuary, and what happens was obviously called in so Dwight and Simon are there to keep Sam and Dean in line until Negan can come handle the situation. The only thing keeping them alive at this point is the fact that two people wandering around without food, looking the way they do (like they haven't been fighting walkers for years on end) clearly must have a community nearby.

So they're on their knees, nowhere to run, way too many guns pointed at them, waiting for Negan to show up

And the look on their faces when he does is just priceless

They obviously recognize that this is some crazy alternate universe, and with the fact everyone keeps calling their dad "Negan" instead of John there's clearly something going in here they aren't seeing, plus there is no sign of recognition from their father so they have to assume they were never born in this universe.

So neither of them is stupid enough to call him dad

Anyway

Negan runs through some basic questions, trying to figure out who they are, where their community is, and what the hell the were doing out in Savior territory

At first he doesn't get answers, just wisecracks from Dean, but eventually Sam has enough and snaps at his brother, because they probably have a better chance at getting out of this alive if they cooperate.

So Sam tries to explain they don't have a community, they've been on their own for a long time, but they got lost while hunting and have just been trying to find their way back to where they came from. It's not totally a lie, but it's a warped version of the truth.

Unfortunately Negan doesn't buy it. And Dean's refusal to tell them anything isn't belong Sam's case

So eventually Negan just says that if they won't tell him what he needs to know, he'll kill one of them. And if the other still won't tell him what he needs to know, they'll get tossed in a cell until they're willing to play nice. He also informs them that most people wouldn't have been kept breathing this long after killing his people, so he has already shown more mercy than he usually would. Basically he makes the death threat and then also tries to get them to see that he doesn't want to kill either of them, that he'd much rather just have them work for him, and with what his men say they could both make damn good soldiers. But if they're not going to be honest, that can't happen.

Dean immediately jumps to his brother's defense and once again tries to assure Negan that Sam was telling the truth. But he also offers to let himself be killed or taken prisoner on the spot if Negan won't believe them, so long as his brother gets to live outside of a cell

He was willing to endure whatever they wanted to throw at him as long as Sam survived

Sam of course argues with him and tries to talk Negan into taking him instead, which just ends in the boys arguing about who Negan should take

In the end Negan likes the sound of their offer, after all a couple more workers are more useful than corpses, but tells them that they have to decide between themselves who is being taken prisoner in the next two minutes or he just kills them both and puts it to rest.

It ends up being Dean. He refuses to let Sam get a single word in. He promises that he'll find them a way out of this, and then Negan has Dwight drag him off to toss him in a cell.

Sam is given a rundown of how things work in the Sanctuary, and told that he has two choices: work for points, or become a soldier. And after what happened in the woods, Simon encourages him to take the latter option. He and his brother both show potential and as long as Dean eventually bends the knee the two of them could even end up working together at some point. Plus there's the fact that Sam was going to wish he was dead if he chose to work for points. He relents and takes the offer to become a soldier, he knows Dean probably won't give in, but with the increased freedom and access he would have as a soldier he might be able to break his brother out sooner or later and the two could get out of here and back to their own universe.

There is also an alternate version where Sam and Dean are both taken as prisoners (Dean has a lot in common with Daryl and Dwight if you ask me, there is no universe in my mind where Negan doesn't want to break him and turn him into a lieutenant) except Sam winds up another kind of prisoner. He isn't working the wall, eating shit sandwiches, and listening to the same songs on repeat. He ends up one of Negan's wives instead.

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i found a home in you (part one) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x f!Winchester!reader (SPN)

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rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker @zomb-1-egutzz @deadgirlrin

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|| Crossover between TWD and SPN ||

Requested by @twostepandhalf

Summary: At the start of the apocalypse (one of many you'd been a part of), you and your brothers got separated. So, you roamed the new world on your own, searching for them. You just knew they were alive, so you kept yourself alive too. That and looking for them were your main priorities. Well, until you run into a group and meet a man you can't quite get out of your head.

TWs: cursing, anti-john winchester, lil bit of misogyny, injuries, blades, guns, threatening someone's life, all things TWD and SPN.

[[A/N: so this is my personal trifecta. I am in love with this concept. This is so exciting for me, it's all my favoritesssss. I hope the audience who will read this enjoys :))) ]]

Personally, you'd always thought if the world went to shit, you would be with your brothers. It just seemed natural, the three (recently four) of you against whatever monster of the week it was. You'd kind of gotten used to it, to them.

When you were growing up, John (he was never a Dad, especially not yours) dropped you off at Bobby's. Not in the every once in awhile way, like your brothers, he left you there. Something about you being a little girl, like he could condition Sam and Dean, but not you. Because you were a girl.

(Despite what John thought, Bobby did teach you the way of a hunter. After letting you be a kid, though.)

You saw your brothers a lot when you were young, mostly because John disappeared and would drop them off while he did... whatever the hell he did. Hunt, supposedly. And yeah, it got spotty when you were older, Sammy going to college, and Dean stuck to John's side.

But, then, the fateful day came.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."

It all started from there, the three of you stuck like glue. You'd seen their highs and lows, and they had seen yours right back. Your group grew to include a few more faces, and then maybe it shrunk again because of... because people didn't last forever.

All that to say, when the world went to shit, you were with them. Always. Every time. (Even sometimes when they didn't want you to be.)

Except for now.

You'd gone out on a solo hunt. Maybe to clear your head? You couldn't remember. Sam and Dean didn't want you to go, but they were overprotective, big brothers, they never wanted you to go. You told them you'd be fine and would be back in a few weeks, at most.

Long story short, the world went to shit, and you were far away from the bunker. Far away from your brothers.

The thought of it all still made you sick to your stomach. At first, you thought you could make it back to the bunker -just kinda on instincts. Follow the road sort of thing.

And then, your car ran out of gas.

You liked to think that you'd know the land of one state from another, but after a few days of endless trees and the stretch of pavement, you realize that you 100% didn't.

So, your priorities shifted, and you readied up for the long haul. Because somewhere in your chest, you could tell this apocalypse might just be the one that sticks.

With your luck anyway.

You tugged on the thin tree branch, snapping it off the trunk. Your eyes skimmed across the sky, trying to track the sun -the hours of sunlight were important now. Sometimes you missed sleeping in though, you'll admit.

Letting out a long sigh, you gathered up your wood collection and shoved it into your backpack -one you'd spotted in a strip mall. Otherwise, you had your duffle, full of all the... other stuff. Hunting stuff.

Surprisingly, you didn't need a lot of it now. Just an old army knife, kept in your pocket was reminiscent of that life. Dean gave it to you, a long time ago.

Huddling into the little shack you'd found by the road (well, in between a shack and a barn really), you put them all down and pulled out some matches.

It was the hot, humid kind of season then, but still, the night got cold. And if there's one thing you couldn't handle right now, it was getting sick. So, you made a fire -despite the heat feeling a little like it was stuck to your skin. Like maybe you'd never wash it off.

You didn't really think you'd wash any of this off.

Satisfied with the fire, you pulled yourself against the worn wooden walls, tilting your chin up to the sky. Your eyes flicked across the rusted metal roof -eying the scratches and buffs. And with a breath, you closed your eyes for a second.

That was the thing, living in this new world, you were always on edge. Survival mode. Before with Sam and Dean, you had a safe place. Motels, the bunker, Baby. And even if you didn't have a roof over your head, you had them.

They wouldn't let anything hurt you, just like you wouldn't let anything hurt them. And it made you... Without them, it made you afraid. For the first time in a long time, you had no one to watch your back.

So, you lived everyday with heightened senses and numbness to everything that wasn't hunger. You actually don't think you've spoken in weeks, it was a little like you reverted. Like you were how humans were in the beginning, primitive, hunter-gatherers. The shit you see on the nature channel.

On that thought, you opened your eyes back up and pulled your backpack forward -digging through the pockets. Gnawing at your lip, you eyed your rations. It wasn't a lot, you'd probably have to be on the look for more soon. That, or you could spread what you did have over the next few days.

Without another thought, you pulled out a can and with the ease of a breath, pried it open. It was some sort of beans, you didn't really care at this point. Food was food.

Quietly, you ate.

Every time you did though, you missed Dean's food. When he'd cook for everybody. It wasn't just some can of beans-

You turned the can in your hands, eying the label. Not one you'd ever seen before, but yeah, some sort of beans. Baked beans. The kind of stuff you get at a barbecue. You could nearly hear the squeaky styrofoam plates and the smell of charcoal. (The whole thing sent something through you that felt a little like nostalgia and a little like grief.)

Briefly, you wondered if they were healthy. If Sam would tell you they weren't and try to convince you to eat something else. Maybe he'd even snatch them from you.

Would they have even left the bunker? Was that not the safest place in the world?

Well, by now, they would have. You'd been gone for months at this point. Or you think so anyway. (You had been counting, but just lost the point of it.) And realistically, they probably went out to look for you after maybe two weeks. If that.

God, you could imagine them now. Those pinched faces they get when they're worried, Dean ready to kill everything in his way, and Sam with his ever-present hope. You could really picture what Dean was probably saying at this point.

"We're in a damn zombie movie, Sammy!"

You laughed at that, swirling your spoon (you had a few) around your can.

Sometimes, if you focused hard enough, you could perfectly picture them. Dean nursing a beer, flicking through channels in his 'Dean-cave', Cas beside him (trying to follow along with his explanations), and Sam, with at least 5 books on the table in front of him, engrossed in whatever case he'd found.

That was the nice thing about the bunker, the quiet little things and at the same time the hum of people, of family.

You missed it now.

As you sat by your fire, in walls that weren't the bunker's, eating something that your brother hadn't made, you missed it.

[stunt-lads]

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[charlietriestoshift]

intro to my account! 💜✨

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hello, my loves! my name is charlie! i’m bisexual & gender-fluid (use any pronouns idrc).

i have many drs (a few listed below) and i will definitely be going into more detail in the future!

random things about me:

- i’m a leo ♌️

- i have one dog

- my favorite show is criminal minds

- i have adhd and a tendency to ramble (sorry in advance)

- i have an unhealthy obsession with sad fanfiction (im always open for some fic recs)

- some fandoms i’m in are: mcu, dcu, twd, spn, tvdu, and more!

- i have a BUNCH of crossover drs and i’m happy to answer any questions about them

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9-1-1 dr

art heist dr

batfamily dr

call of duty dr

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the pitt dr

top gun x 9-1-1 dr

x-men dr

young adult mcu dr

youtuber dr

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[halfpintkay]

"Did you have to hit my head so hard?" Jack asked squeezing his eyes shut from the dull ache in his head.