#The walking dead show

[twddiary]

ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- The messy hair is peak

[deli-writes-fanfics]

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader short

Rainfall

You and Daryl, and the season 1/2 group end up at a farmhouse. Non canon location. Just in my own little AU.

Not proofread, length is midly short.

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The sun had been ruthless the past couple of days. That's why when the rainfall finally hit, you spent the early hours of the morning downstairs in the kitchen, nothing but the sound of the rainfall and the slight wind that accompanied it. You sat by the slightly opened window, in a wooden chair by a small table where your cup of hot water and honey sat. It wasn't much, but beggars couldn't be choosers these days and a cup of hot anything seemed a bit like a luxury now. The heat burned your palms a little but you didn't mind too much, a strange comfort found in it. The white see-through curtains pushed to the side and lifting with the breeze. For a moment at least, you could imagine that all was right in the world. All was normal. And you'd rather savour that lie for a little while longer.

"Ain't yer cold like that?"

You jumped a little when you heard Daryl's voice; gravelly but soft, quieter than usual. You hadn't heard him sneak in, though you rarely did with him. Always so quiet. You turned your head enough to meet his gaze with a slow smile. Watching as he leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest, his face holding his usual untelling expression.

"Not really...just enjoying the coolness. It's been too hot lately."

Your voice soft, quiet. Knowing it was late. Or perhaps early. You weren't too sure since clock's weren't of much use now. You watched him nod, almost grunt and turn to look out the window. He seemed to accept your answer. Though you sort of expected him to tell you you'd get sick or something. But he seemed satisfied. Perhaps because you were in the house rather than outside in a small and thin tent like usual.

"You going to just stand there or do you want to sit down?"

You say after a while. Breaking the silence softly. You didn't turn to look, your eyes on where the droplets fell and gathered outside. After a moment you wondered if he was even in the room but soon the sound of his feet padded across the floor and the chair slowly, carefully, was drawn out from under the table across from you and he sat down with a slight protest from the chair. Everything in this house seemed old and liked to complain.

There wasn't much to say. You two were often content with shared silence. It was soothing to be around Daryl, for reasons you weren't too sure of. But you felt safe. He felt like home. That was the feeling you had tried not to dwell on, tried to hide away. The reasons why he felt like home. Reasons you didn't let your mind even entertain, usually. You didn't want to risk anything. Nothing. Loosing Daryl would mean to end everything you were staying alive for. You'd admit that much. But not to anyone else. Definitely not to him. Not unless you absolutely needed to; not unless a certain time came.

Your eyes glanced over but you didn't move to look at him. Watching his rare relaxed expression. How his eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim lighting. How he seemed to be lost in thought too. Your eyes drifted to his chest. The steady rise and fall. His arms resting over his makeshift vested chest. You wondered if he could hear your heart in the quietness. How it thudded against your ribcage. You wondered if he pined for you like you did for him. Or if you were just some younger woman with school girl crush to him. You wondered if it was obvious to him; how you'd lean closer when you were sat next to each other just for a chance for your skin to brush against his, to touch. How you'd spend all your time with him every moment you got, even if you weren't needed. How you'd listen so intently whenever he spoke and burned his words into your mind as if it was the most precious thing you owned. You wondered if he knew how thoughts of him kept you up. Like he had tonight. Like he had since you first met him. Like you knew it would for eternity.

"Yer like my shirt or somethin'?"

You heard his voice break your thoughts and the silence, moving to meet his eyes as your face flushed a bit in embarrassment. Having let your mind wander far too much.

"No it's- sorry. Yes I like your shirt. I was just zoned out. That's all."

You said with a laugh, small. A little awkward. Your eyes shifting to your cup as you picked it up to take a sip.

"I'm teasin'. S'all."

You watched a small smile creep onto his lips, clearly enjoying seeing you flustered. The sight made your heart beat faster. You wanted to commit that smile to memory. It was worth more than gold to you. More than anything.

"Dumbass."

You muttered as you turned away and for a moment, just as you could still see his face, you were sure you caught a glimpse of something else. Something. Tender. As he looked at you. But perhaps it was all just your want for him rather than truth.

[missw0r1d]

[rissyrosie]

“my dad gave it to me”

~Clem’s dad gave her the hat

~Carl’s dad gave him his hat

[dollyblcstar]

rick grimes moodboard

[womenl0verr]

"bunny" || Beth greene Grimes! fem! reader

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚!

it all started on one specific morning, well it was before breakfast, and you two were in one of the watch towers, you know, watching stuff. and guarding zombie's.

you and Beth had a secret relationship, hidden from her father, or yours, to anyone basically. but Maggie, she was the one who gave Beth the idea to confess to you, plus the flowers, but that was Beth's idea. and you liked her too, of course you did, you two were inseparable from the first day you met, to now.

back to present, you two were sweetly cuddling while watching over the prison, or your base, with her back-hugging you. you watch walkers near the base with the sniper rick trusted you on, while she breathes in your scent, which she always found you sweet-smelling. and humming her favorite song softly.

she was your favorite human, even more so than carl. since she was always so sweet to you, bringing you flowers whenever she finds them, always bringing you presents and gifts. on days she can't find any flowers, because of rick. she gives you kisses on the cheek as gifts, she was the one who showed you any affection, the only who showed you affection in what was left of the world.

not that anyone even showed you affection in the normal world, you didn't even have your first kissed yet, nor your first relationship. you were only 16 when the apocalypse started, you didn't have a lot of time to do those things.

you flinched when she pressed a kiss on your neck, not used to the feeling. "sorry." she mumbled, as her arms around you loosened since she backed away a little. "n-no it's fine, I'm not used to getting kisses there." you mumbled, regretting your words after.

"are you sure? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or something." she whispered, looking down on her feet. you dropped your sniper on the desk, turning around to look at her. "i'm sure." you lift her head and look into her sweet, and innocent eyes.

"you could never do something to make me uncomfortable." you press a soft kiss on her cheek, you hand resting on her cheek. and she did it, she stole your first kiss. her hands trail to your waist pulling you closer to her.

she walked until the back of your knees hit the desk making you sit on it, pushing away your sniper rifle, beth placed her hands on the desk, pinning you.

you two pull away to get air into your lungs, due to kissing for a long time. "was-was that okay?" she asks, making you look up. "it was okay, it was great." you answer, cupping her cheeks and kissing her once again.

she pulls away fron the kiss, instead trailing her kisses down your neck. but before anything happens. "is this okay?" she asks, as you nod your head, slowly lifting your head, so she gains more access.

she spreads kisses on your neck until she reaches a spot that makes you quietly moan, but she notices that, so she put her attention to that one spot only. whilst you make more sounds, her hands go back to your waist, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

her kissing soon turned into soft biting and licking it afterwards, you were shocked. and even more shocked when you heard daryl quietly chuckle, while beth was to focused to even hear him.

"beth." you pushed her away, fixing your messed up hair. "breakfast's ready." he said, walking away, still softly chucklin to himself. beth seemed a little sad when you pushed her away. "beth s-sorry." you whisper, holding her hand.

"no. it's fine." she smiled, kissing youd cheek before the both of you come down from the watch tower and towards the group. "here's your breakfast, bunny." daryl snickers giving you your bowl of food.

you pull him aside, away from the group, and have a small chat with him. "bunny? really? real mature." you sternly say, rolling your eyes. "says the one who made out with someone, when they're suppose to be watching over the base. god you two are like glenn and magie, same tower by the way."

and with that you physically gag. "ew, what? really, same tower?" you ask as he just walks away, not bothering to look at you. "that's so disgusting." you mutter under you breath, a disgusted look on my face.

"hey, y/n, you alright?" you father asked you, as you walk to the group. "yeah." you nod, sternly looking at daryl, as if an eagle watching over their prey. but to daryl, you were just a bunny looking at a strawberry. in short: you were nothing but a kid for him.

"what do you want, bunny." he grumbled.

you were just eating you food and watching daryl, if he ever says anything to you father, or Beth's, when said; Beth comes and sits next to you.

"hey, you okay?" she asks, the both of you were separated from the group, but still close to them. "yeah, i'm okay, why?" you answer, as you felt her hand on top of yours, blushing with the sudden contact.

"nothing, you're looking at daryl like you wanna eat him alive." she jokes, making me laugh. "no, it-it's fine, i'm just watching over him-" she cuts you sentence short. "afraid our dad's will find out?" she whispers, then she lead's the both of you to her cell, or room, as she likes to call it.

"what if, i'm ready. to tell everyone. but are you ready? i mean we have been dating for a few months now. and i'm not scared anymore." she says, holding your hands in hers. "i-i don't think i'll ever be ready, but i'm sure of us, so whenever they ask, i guess we just say yes?"

"i love you. bunny." she said, making you chuckle, then seeing her serious expression. "look, i love you too. but bunny, really?" you chuckled as she burrowed her eyebrow together.

"yeah, i heard daryl calling you it. and you do look like a bunny." she smiles, pinching your cheeks. "stop that." you blush, pouting. "i do not look like a bunny." you try hard not to pout, but it's in you nature.

"yes you do." she giggles, still pinching your cheeks, making your cheeks more red. "stop it.” you giggle, as she soon tickles you. once the laughing calms down, you both make eye contact, silence filling the small room, a comfortable silence.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, bunny.”

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Doctor's Orders

ZERO / ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN

Season Two, Episode Two: Bloodletting

Season Two, Episode Three: Save the Last One

 I look at the cop that was lying on the gurney, checking his pupils and seeing that he wasn't responding at all. I expectantly looked up at my attending, waiting to hear the orders that they gave me.

"[Last Name], did the bullet go through or not," my attending, Dr. Fresk said, being on the opposite side of where his wound was. I quickly check, trying my best to not add more injury to him, finding that it did shoot all the way through. 

"Alright, what do we need now [Last Name]?" Dr. Fresk asked, making sure I knew exactly what we needed, the consequences were me being kicked off of this trauma. 

"We need to get an MRI scan, see if the bullet grazed any organs, and to see if there are any possibilities of shrapnel, we will then irrigate the wound and get some antibiotics, we need to also get a head CT to ensure there isn't any brain bleeding," I answered quickly. Dr. Fresk nodded his head in agreement, we waited as the MRI loaded.

"Alright [Last Name], we need a stapler, lidocaine, morphine, and an irrigation tray, you're gonna do it and I am going to oversee you do not mess up, got it?" I stare at him in awe, surprised he was even allowing me to do this, yet it was expected if I wished to go into trauma. I nodded my head quickly, asking the nurses around us to get what we needed as we headed to an operating room.

THE WALKING DEAD

 I exit the operating room, heading to the waiting room where there stood another man in a cop uniform, having been with the man who we just did surgery on, he was anxiously pacing around in the same place, his hand in his hair. I gently call out to him.

"Are you here for Mr. Rick Grimes?" I pulled my surgical mask down, looking up as I got closer to him, he was slightly towering over me. He stopped his pacing, stopping in front of me.

"Yes, yes I am. Is he okay? He has a wife and a kid, he can't leave em," the man said, spilling out information from his anxiety. 

"Yes, he is, his surgery went well, we just don't know when exactly he will wake up since he didn't seem to be responsive when we got him, and when we took him to a CT it didn't show any brain bleeds," I explain to him, clasping my hands together gently, having a small sympathetic look on my face. 

"Wait, so there's a chance that he won't wake up?" the man asked, worry evident on his face.

"There is a possibility, slim, but there is a chance that he won't wake up, we won't know for a while," I tell him. He put a hand to his mouth, cupping it as tears seemed to pool into his eyes, as he bent over, putting his hands on his knees as his body shook quietly. Sympathy flooded my mind as I gently patted his back, bending a little bit to try and help him stand back up, "I'll be one of the doctors that are always on his case, okay? So if I find anything new or if you ever come in during these times I'll be here," he nods his head in reply, seeming to calm down from his emotions. 

"Thank you Ms., Ms. uh," he said, wiping at his eyes. I give him a gentle smile, taking a small step back to give him space. 

"Doctor [Last Name], you can call me [Name] if you prefer, however a lot of people call me [Last Name]," I put my hand out to shake.

"Deputy Shane Walsh, a pleasure to know that someone that is good is going to be taking care of him," Shane said, shaking my hand, I nod my head. 

"Well, visiting hours are close to ending, so let's get you to see him before it ends," I tell him, walking with him down the hall to Rick's room. 

THE WALKING DEAD

 I race alongside Rick, having used my jacket to try and cover the bullet hole that tore through Carl. My lungs burned and I felt like I could pass out at any moment, yet all I could focus on was getting Carl any type of help. 

"Hey, you move shithead! You get us there!" Shane screamed at the man with the shotgun, yanking him forward. 

"Shane! That's not going to help us right now!" I yell at him, halting my run with Rick, turning to look back at the man, 

"How far?" Rick asked, fear and anger evident in his tone.

"Another half-mile that way, Hershel. Talk to Hershel. He'll help your boy," he wheezed out. Rick and I turned and continued to run, panting and struggling to keep running for as long as we have been. We soon reach the outskirt of the barn.

"Rick I can carry him, let me help," I tell him, he nods hesitantly, giving me Carl as we ran the rest of the way, watching as a family came out, guns in a few of their hands. 

"Was he bit?" the older man in front asked. 

"He was shot," I called out, blood dripping from the now-soaked jacket onto my black short sleeve shirt. 

"By your man," Rick added, having been by us the whole way.

"Otis?" someone asked, already knowing who was out there. 

"He said to find Hershel. Is that you?" Rick asked as the group got closer, "Help me. Help my boy," Rick begged, holding Carl's head, careful the boy was going to break even more. 

"Get him inside," Hershel ordered. 

"I can help, I'm a doctor," I tell Hershel as I carried Carl inside, following after. 

"Good, good, Patricia, I need my full kit," Hershel said, pulling his sleeves up, "Maggie, painkillers, coagulates, grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol," he continued listing off as we turned into the bedroom closest to the door. I set him down on the bed, immediately helping him get to work on helping Hershel with Carl, "Pillowcase," Hershel said.

"Is he alive?" Rick asked quietly, not gaining either of our attention. 

"Pillowcase, quick," Hershel repeated.

"Is he alive?" Rick asked, louder this time as he reached for a pillowcase by Carl's head, handing it to me. I quickly folded it, making a small pad out of it, and took my jacket off of his wound more fresh blood began to flow out I quickly press the pillowcase against his wound, Rick pressing with me. Hershel grabbed a stethoscope, listening for Carl's heartbeat, I could only hear my own though, anxiety eating away at my mind that we didn't arrive in time. 

"I've got a heartbeat," Hershel said after a moment, Rick took a shaky breath in, shaking, "It's faint," 

"Rick it's okay, I got it," I tell him, he slowly nods, taking a careful step back, "You gotta take a step back. Do we have an I.V.?" I asked, looking around at the other women here in the room. 

"Your name?" one of the women asked, gently pulling Rick back. 

"Rick," he answered, not taking his eyes off Carl. 

"And who's the little lady with you?" she asked, seeming to be asking about me.

"[Name], she was my doctor before this happened," he said, stumbling over some of his words. 

"Rick, [Name] and I are gonna do everything we can, okay? You need to give us some room," Rick only glanced at us as we bandaged Carl, I press my hand gently against Carl's back, trying to find an exit hole, "Now," Hershel said, seeing Rick didn't take a step back or attempt to leave. I glance up, seeing the teary and sweaty face of the sheriff, we held our gazes for a moment before he nodded stepping out of the room, seeming to be in a daze. 

I glance back up as Rick, Shane, and the man who I am assuming is Otis enter. 

"Do you know his blood type?" Hershel asked, looking up at Rick. 

"A positive, same as mine," Rick answered.

"That's fortunate," He said, glancing back down at Carl, "Don't wander far. I'm gonna need you. What happened?" Hershel asked, looking over at Otis and Shane, the two men standing behind Rick. 

"I was tracking a buck. Bullet went through it, went clean through," Otis said, his voice having pain in it and sadness. I glance back up at Shane and Rick, then back at Carl. 

"The deer slowed the bullet down, which saved his life, but, now it's still inside of him, it didn't go through Carl," I explained, giving a small sigh through my nose, "It broke into pieces, so we will need to do a small surgery here, Hershel, do we have anything that can help?" I ask, turning to look at the man. He shook his head in response. "I can count six so far, but I won't know until I go through the wound," I look up at Rick, feeling a wave of Deja vu hit. This felt like how it was before, except ten times worse. I started to tune out Otis, not wanting to hear how broken he was sounding, I keep the pressure on Carl's wound. 

"Lori doesn't know," Rick murmured, swaying a bit, he leaned into Shane, "My wife doesn't know. My wife doesn't know," he repeated, crying now. 

"Rick, you gotta be strong for your Carl, I know it's scary right now, but you gotta be as strong as you can be because he's just as scared," I tell him, trying not to cry myself, "He is strong just like you and he's going to get through, I just need to the right supplies," 

THE WALKING DEAD

 "Maggie, go get Rick," I tell the brown-haired woman, looking up from my spot, having lost some feeling in my arms from pressing so long, trying to console the now awake and crying boy. Maggie comes back with Rick, explaining that he needed blood as Carl continued to cry and groan. "Shane, please help hold him down, he's moving too much and it's going to cause more problems," I explain quickly.

"Dad," Carl cried out, his face pale and sweaty, continuing to squirm under our hands. 

"Almost there," Hershel said, extracting one of the pieces out of Carl, the boy screaming loudly. 

"Stop! You're killing him! [Name] make him stop!" Rick screamed, trying to rush to where his boy was laying, Maggie having to hold him back. 

"Rick this is the only way that helps him live," I almost snap at him, cleaning the area where Hershel was extracting the bullet fragment. 

"He needs blood," Patricia reminded, telling Rick.

"Do it now!" Shane screamed at Rick, holding the boy close and watching Carl and me. I glanced between Carl and Rick, continuing my own side of work. 

"You are doing such a great job Carl, I know, I know it hurts," I tell the boy, pushing his hair back while trying to help soothe his mind, "You are so strong buddy, you're gonna be okay," I murmur, tears pricking my eyes, I blink furiously to try and stop them, only a few escaping. His crying soon stopped, his head falling to the side, causing an uncomfortable quiet. 

"Wait, wait, hey," Shane said worried, staring at me with worry. 

"He just passed out, he'll wake up again," I reply, just as Hershel pulled out the first shrapnel, placing it down into a bowl.

"One down, five to go," He said solemnly. 

THE WALKING DEAD

 After bandaging Carl I sat in the living room, resting my elbows on my knees to prop my head up in my hands, breathing deeply. It felt great to be doing something surgical again but god did it hurt knowing that it was Carl that I was going to do it to. I felt the couch sink next to me, I glance to see Shane have a faraway look but have a small look of worry on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, putting his hand on my back. My body felt so warm and his hand felt so cold, it was nice, yet I knew it was just the anxiety that was making me feel so warm.

"Best as I can be, I really need that supplies," I tell him, rubbing my temples and groaning at the small headache that was forming, "Are you okay?" I ask after a moment. 

"Not really, but, Rick needs someone right now, or people who can support him," Shane responds, I give a small nod. 

"I'm gonna go talk to Rick, possibly go out and get the others, I'll be back," I nod, watching him get up and leave, I close my eyes tightly, finding a small moment to finally rest. Yet all I could think of is the fact that something was going to be wrong. 

THE WALKING DEAD

 I awoke to Shane shaking me gently on the couch, I sat up quickly, panicking.

"What happened, is Carl okay? Did someone else get hurt?" I stumble up, almost falling, he quickly helps stabilize me, shaking his head.

"No, no, I'm going with Otis to find the supplies, doc says that one of his blood vessels got nicked, and Otis knows what it looks like. We decided it would be best if you stayed here, don't want anything happening to our only other doctor," Shane explains. I nod slowly, blinking as I try and remember where I was at. 

"Okay, be safe, if you find anything else, like medical books, please bring me, I don't know every single surgery and I don't want to have to go in blind someday," I tell him, following him outside, Rick catching up with us, "You better be safe too, Carl needs one of his favorite people coming back in one piece," I try and lighten the mood, making it seem like I am still completely on his side. 

Stepping to the side we watch the two men drive off in the blue truck. I head back inside with Patricia, Rick, and Hershel following after as we go to check on Carl and see how he's doing. 

THE WALKING DEAD

 I stay in the bedroom with Carl, holding onto his small clammy hand. I place my forehead down on the edge of the bed, praying to whatever higher being was out there. 

"I'm so sorry Carl, we should have just had you go with your mom, none of this would have happened to you," I tell the sleeping boy, soon watching as Rick and Lori came in, her expression breaking at the sight of her boy. 

"My boy, my baby boy," she quietly said, crawling into bed with him. I took that as my queue to leave, nodding to Rick as I watched them hold hands, holding one another tightly. Rick gave a small nod back, about to reach back but pulling his arm back, going to hold his wife instead. I walk outside, taking in a deep breath of the warm summer air, and closing my eyes. Hershel seems to be taking care of him for now. I stay outside for a bit before coming back inside, coming in during a conversation between Rick, Lori, and Hershel. 

"Well, yes, in a sense," Hershel answered, I pop in next to Rick, confusion going through my head. 

"In a sense?" Lori asked, turning to look at me, "Have you done this surgery [Name]?" she asked, looking between Hershel and me.

"I didn't ever have it happen like this, the only recent one that I got to do was with Rick's surgery," I answer her honestly. 

"Honey, we don't have the luxury of shopping for two surgeons," Rick told her, taking her hand in his. 

"No, I understand that. But I mean, you're a doctor, right?" She asked Hershel, giving him her attention. 

"Yes ma'am, of course. A vet," he said, nodding. 

"A veteran? A combat medic?" she hurriedly asked. 

"A veterinarian," Hershel looked her in the eyes as he said this, glancing at Rick and me. I place my hand over my mouth, shock filling my body. 

"And you've done this surgery before on what? Cows? Pigs?" Lori asked, taking a shaky breath in. 

"I have to, I have to sit," Rick said, falling into a chair, I carefully catch him on his other side, careful to not let him fall onto the floor.

"Completely in over your head, aren't you? At least [Name] is here, she can help," Lori said, looking at Hershel. 

"Ma'am, aren't we all?" the man replied. I gave a sigh, gesturing for Rick to continue drinking his orange juice. 

"You should get some rest [Name], you got a big surgery to do tonight," Lori said, sighing, she gently rubbed my shoulder, "Thank you for helping," she said, honestly, bringing me in for a hug. I freeze for a moment, surprised, before going to hug her back, closing my eyes. It felt like my mom's own hugs. It felt like family and warmth. I take a step back and go to the living room. I take a seat on one of the couches and close my eyes, finally finding a moment to rest.

The Walking Dead

        I look out at the field from the porch, having decided to stay outside while I wait for Shane and Otis to come back with the supplies. I barely even moved when Maggie came and sat down next to me, having a sandwich made, gently holding it out to me. I hesitantly reach out for it, holding the plate in my hand, and giving a small nod of thanks. 

"You doin' okay, sweetie?" she asked, looking down at me from where she was standing. 

"Oh, I'm doing the best I can right now. Thank you guys for letting us in, haven't really had the time to be civil, y'know?" 

"Of course, Otis didn't mean to shoot your brother," Maggie said, giving a small sympathetic smile. 

"I know, Otis was simply lookin' for some food, not gonna blame a man for that, it was a freak coincidence that we were both there," I tell her, not bothering to even say that Carl and I weren't related. The Grimes family was the closest thing I had to feeling like a normal family, and I wasn't gonna let that go. I eat half of the sandwich and it was silent for a while before a car decided to pull up, and two figures came into view. I put my sandwich down, eyes wide with recognition of who the two figures were. 

"Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?" Maggie asked, looking at Glenn and T-Dog. Glenn held his gun close to him, seeming to be dumbfounded. 

"Uh, hi. Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything," he said, gesturing back, "Hello, nice to see you again. You too, [Name]," Glenn said with a bashful smile. Maggie stayed quiet, only raising her eyebrows a little. I took a glance at T-Dog, noticing how he was shivering, and it was not from the cold. "We, um, we met before briefly," Glenn elaborated. 

"Look, we came to help. There anything we can do?" T-Dog asked, I stood up from my spot walking over to them with Maggie. 

"T-Dog, what's happening with your cut, did it get infected?" I asked worriedly, gently taking his arm and looking at the makeshift bandage, lifting it up and seeing the pus leak out a bit. I scrunch up my nose, shaking my head, "This isn't looking too good, you can't help when you have an infection like this," I tell him. Maggie took a step back, eyes darting between the three of us. 

"Like the ones out there type of infection?" she asked, fear evident in her voice. I quickly shake my head.

"No, no, he cut himself on a car out on the highway," I explain quickly, "We're also waiting on Shane and Otis to come with some supplies, so hopefully they get here soon for you and Carl," Maggie nods. 

"Alright, I'll let them know you both are here then," she replies, heading inside, "Come on," she said, gesturing for the two men to follow after us. 

We go in a line into the room where Carl was laying, Patricia, Hershel, Lori, and Rick were sitting around the young boy. Glenn took off his hat, glancing at the three of us standing behind him. 

"Hey," he called out softly, a look of pity on his face.

"Hey," Rick replied, glancing up at the four of us at the door, and looking back at his son. 

"Um, we're here, okay?" Glenn said, trying his best to sound supportive. 

"Thank you," Lori said, nodding at Shane, glancing at her husband then putting her attention back to Carl.

"Whatever you need," T-Dog rasped out, before I gently took him by the arm, leading him into the living room, Glenn following after, Maggie leading him. 

"Let's get this bandaged correctly and redone with antibiotics," I tell him, taking the bandage off, Maggie has already gone off to get fresh bandages and ointment. When she came back I began to apply more of the ointment, watching as Lori exited the room, heading outside seeming to be crying. My heart clenched in sympathy, before putting my attention back once I saw Rick go after her. 

"So, how'd y'all meet?" Maggie asked, looking at the three of us. 

"Found each other on the highway, trying to get out of Atlanta, some awful traffic," I told her, finishing T-Dog's new bandage, patting him on the shoulder, and looking at the painkillers Glenn brought, saying it was from Daryl. I give him the amount it says to take, passing them to him, "I'll hold onto these, can't have you getting addicted," I explain, putting them into my pocket. 

"Well, [Name] and I kind of knew each other since I was always somehow delivering to her apartment," Glenn said shrugging. 

"Oh yeah, you found me when I needed to finish my studying for my board certification," I tell him, him nodding. 

"So you're a real doctor then? Not like a nurse?" Maggie asked, sounding surprised. 

"Well I mean, nurses are also trained, they just don't go through the same training as surgeons, both are tedious," I pop my neck, "I'm gonna see if they need any help inside, you will know where to find me," I said, giving a small wave. I lean against the door frame, watching Carl sleep until he started coughing and gasping, waking up, his eyes frantic and looking everywhere. 

"Where are we? [Name]?" Carl asked, his voice full of fright as he tried to sit up, shaking.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, it's okay," I tell him, ushering him to stay laying down, Rick and Lori came out of the bathroom, rushing to Carl's other side. 

"Hey little man, that's Hershel," Rick said, trying to help calm him down. Hershel gave a small smile, passing a small look toward Rick. "We're in his house. You had an accident, all right?" 

"It hurts, a lot," Carl gasped out, reaching to touch his wound. 

"It's good that it hurts, means that your nerves are intact still," I reply, smiling at the three of them softly. 

"You should have seen it?" Carl said, smiling up at his mom. 

"What?" She asked, playing with her son's hair.

"The deer. It was so pretty, mom. It was so close. I've never been..." Carl trailed off, stopping mid-sentence. My heart dropped, a feeling of dread filled my entire body. 

"Carl?" Rick asked, his voice cracking. Just as he called out to the boy, Carl started convulsing on the bed, grunting. I quickly flip him to his side, making sure his head doesn't snap in an awkward direction, holding him up. 

"Stop, don't hold him down, you'll hurt him," Hershel instructed Lori and Rick, seeing as the two parents tried to hold him down. 

"You can't stop it?" Lori asked, glancing down at her son and then back up at Hershel and me.

"No, he has to go through it. We can't stop it, we can time it, Rick, make sure it doesn't exceed five minutes," I quickly tell him, still keeping Carl on his side. Carl continued to convulse, Lori sobbing, soon Carl stopped convulsing, falling limp. "Brain's not getting enough blood. Pressure is bottoming out. He needs another transfusion," I say out loud. 

"Okay, I'm ready," Rick said, about to sit in the chair where he had been getting his blood drawn out for the past day. 

"Rick we can't, you've already drawn out two liters, you could go into a coma or cardiac arrest," I explain, looking up at him from watching over Carl. 

"You're wasting time," Rick pleaded, sitting in the seat next to Carl. Hershel grabbed the device, beginning to set it up and get ready for the next transfusion despite my warnings. 

THE WALKING DEAD

 I pace out on the porch of the house, biting at my thumbnail, glancing out to the field and back to the floor, having just hooked Rick up to do the transfusion for Carl since Shane wasn't here yet. All I could think about was how this was all caused because of a deer. A deer stopped for Carl and stared at him. I take a deep breath in, finally stopping my pacing and just looking out at the field we came from. I enter back inside the house, making my way to the bedroom, and passing a small glance at Glenn, who seemed to be absolutely in a trance with Maggie, I look away, biting the inside of my cheek. 

"He's losing blood faster than we can replace it, and with the swelling in his abdomen, we can't wait any longer or he's just going to slip away," Hershel said, gently placing Carl's arm down, "We need to know right now if you want us to do this," He said, looking at Lori and Rick, gesturing to himself and me. 

"He might be out of time, we have to do it now or he won't make it," I solemnly tell them, tying my hair back up, having taken it down in between working on Carl and taking short naps, "You have to make a choice,"

"A choice?" Lori asked.

"A choice," Rick echoed, turning to face his wife fully, "You have to tell me what it is," Lori placed her hand on Rick's face gently, her lips twitching in a frown, she then turned to face Hershel and me.

"We do it, you save our boy, [Name]," she tells us, giving a small nod of her head. 

Patricia comes in with a metal moving table, wheeling it into the room, we carefully place it at the front of the bed. 

"Okay, get the corner of that bed. Let's get the sheets down, and get the I.V. bag on the sheet. Okay, on three," Hershel instructed, I stay at my corner of the bed, "One, two, three," we carefully and quickly pull Carl up, placing him onto the table, Patricia pulling out the tools and getting a lamp to help light our area better. 

"Rick, Lori, you may want to step out. This isn't going to get better," I tell them, looking up from the other side of the table. Then the sound of a truck approaching filled the air. Rick quickly strides over, pulling the curtain of the window, revealing the blue truck we saw hours before leave comes back, "Hershel, I'll stay, go help them get everything in, we don't have much time," I order out, they all quickly run out of the house, a moment passes before Hershel comes back inside with a bag, and we quickly set to work. 

THE WALKING DEAD

 Hershel and I step outside to where everyone was waiting on the porch, wiping our hands off on some towels they had laying around that were clean. Rick and Lori stand up quickly turning to us with expectant eyes. 

"He seems to be stable," I tell them, giving them a smile, Rick lets out a small hopeful laugh, tears in his eyes he hugs Hershel, Lori comes up and hugs me tightly, pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, holding me close, I quickly hug her back, not wanting to let go. 

"I don't have words," Lori tearfully said, almost laughing in joy. 

"I don't either, wish I did," Hershel said, once Lori broke our hug, he glances around at us, "How do I tell Patricia about Otis?" I blink, looking around at my group with furrowed brows, not knowing what happened, I stare at Shane, who had an unreadable look on his face as he stared right back. 

"You go to Carl," Rick says, turning to his wife, "I'll go with Hershel," he says, following Hershel inside, Lori glances back at Shane before coming inside, the two of us watching as Patricia breaks down in sobs in the kitchen. I pat her gently on the back, making my way back outside, sitting down on the porch steps, T-Dog sitting down next to me. 

"You did a good thing today," he says, I glance out the side of my eye, giving a small shrug.

"It was scary. Especially with the fact that we barely even got the supplies in time, pure luck," I tell him, running a hand through my hair, taking it down from its up-do. 

"You still saved Carl's life, I know you would do anything for us, especially them," T-Dog says, patting my shoulder, throwing a glance at the front door, I already know who he is talking about, which is the only whole family left within our group. 

"Yeah, they remind me of my own family back before this whole, epidemic started," I explain, closing my eyes and putting my head against the pillar on the stairs. "I don't wanna lose them to anything, so of course, I'll try my best to make sure they stay connected and together. Within my couple years of being a resident at the hospital, I saw so many families be torn apart because of so many things, it kind of leaves you fearful of losing your family," I elaborate. 

"I'm sure that you won't lose them, not for a while," T-Dog said, patting my shoulder and standing up, "Let's get some rest now, we'll be seeing everyone else tomorrow," he says, I nod, standing up and walking in after him, giving one last glance back outside. 

"I think I need to take a shower, I got too much blood on me," I mutter, pulling at my shirt which was slightly solid from all the blood. I walk around, looking around for Maggie, finally finding her. "Hey Maggie, do you have any clothes I can wear? And if there's an available shower?" I ask her, giving a small thinned smile. She nods, heading into a room and coming back out with a flannel and a couple of towels.

"Flannels were Otis's, so that's why it won't fit, didn't want you to be in too small of clothing, sadly don't think we have any pants for you that'll work," I shook my head. 

"No, no, that's okay, my pants are okay to wear, it's just the shirt, thank you," I tell her, she nods, pointing to a door down the hall.

"That's the bathroom," she said, soon walking away. I walk into the bathroom, and set my new shirt and towel down on the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror as the shower heated up, I wash away all that had happened, scrubbing until my skin felt raw.

[thecrusadercomrade]

How would Jessie feel about Gareth and his people because of what happened to them and why they became evil? Before you answer my questions, please also read this page: https://near-pure-evil.fandom.com/wiki/Gareth

I am at least somewhat aware of Gareth and Terminus from what little I know about the show, so I think I can answer this.

Honestly, I think learning about their situation would only confirm in Jessie's mind why people are so dangerous and why it's good to stay away from them. Gareth and his people were attacked and suffered terribly, and then they became horrible people in return, even resorting to cannibalism. I don't think Jessie, especially at her age, would be too interested in the nuances of the situation so she probably wouldn't feel much sympathy for Gareth and his people considering what they turned into. Jessie would just take it as more confirmation of her worldview and then move on.

[thatsreallyawkward]

Took a meme but changed it the last word

Credit: This the person (on pinterest) who i found the OG meme before i changed it, not sure if they directly created it but i tried ⬇️

[twddiary]

ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- sleepy…

[super-sidewalks]

Andrea and Michonne are so in love what is happening with this show 😭

[deli-writes-fanfics]

Dear Daryl Dixon Fiction Writers/Readers

Please tag me or share links to your face Daryl fics. Imagines. Xfem Readers. Blurbs. Happy to read all. Any genre.

Thank you. I'll aim to write some of my own soon.

[i-28-29]

The worst shit happens to carl on twds and he'll have a stupid fucking shirt like this on under his flannel

[redscrawl]

no i will not make separate blogs for my fandoms, everyone who follows me must experience ALL my insanity

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

News spreads fast.

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