#Tyreese Williams imagine

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I don’t want to sleep alone -Preference- Set B

Warnings; Mentions of anxiety and past trauma, typical canon violence, mentions of manlipuation and obsession. A/N; Requests are open! Guidlines are pinned at the top of my page Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

Daryl Dixon; After you and Daryl reunite after the prison fell, neither one of you wants to be out of each other's sight. Except you are both too nervous to admit it. However, one night before you go to bed, Daryl starts moving your stuff closer to his. He's not always great with words, yet his actions speak for him.

Milton Mamet; It occurs after your and Milton's third date. He drops it suddenly, and you ask him if he's positive. Milton is adamant, he even makes the promise of breakfast with coffee. When you tell him you need to grab your things, he offers to escort you.

Glenn Rhee; Glenn and you are setting up camp on the farm. making sure everyone had a tent and a space to sleep. As you go to put up your tent, Glenn suddenly gets tongue-tied. He doesn't want to sleep alone anymore. He blurts the question at you. You laugh, but ask him where he wants to sleep.

Morgan Jones; Morgan's sitting outside admiring the view. He enjoys sitting back, reflecting on the day's events and the possibilities of the future. When you step out, he immediately turns adjusting in his chair holding his hand out for you. When you tell Morgan you don't want to sleep alone, Morgan tells you, you don't have to, but asks for five more minutes

Ceasar Martinez; Ceasar and you argued. It was over your safety. He didn't want you to go on patrol but you were insistent on attempting to prove yourself. Ceasar's well aware of your capabilities, but he's terrified of losing you. He's trying to fall asleep on the couch when you walk over to him and hold out your hand. Ceasar doesn't say anything as he follows you. He's just grateful he'll be able to sleep tonight.

Ozzy; Ozzy comes to your room after a night full of tossing and turning. He needs his mind to settle and there's only one person to successfully help him. It's you. He doesn't know how you do it. Maybe it's the way you run your hands through his hair lightly tugging or how right it feels when you sleep beside him.

Spencer Monroe; Spencer comes to you after he's completed his chores. Ever since he spent the night with you he's struggled to sleep. He doesn't have anymore on his mind than usual. His body is screaming at him to sleep, but sleep evades him. It's got to be you. He can't be tired like this all the time anymore. So he heads to your place so he can crawl into bed beside you.

Brandon; Brandon is watching you as you slowly begin to nod off. He goes to make his way out of your room when you grab hold of his arm. When you ask him not to leave, Brandon unlaces his boots, shedding his clothes and gets into bed sides you. He pulls you close and quickly drifts off with you in his arms.

King Ezekiel; Ezekiel has a lot of pressure on his shoulders. He has an entire community of people to look after. Naturally, sometimes he needs to be looked after. It's late when you remind Ezekiel to go to bed. Instinctively he begins to protest. You remain firm reminding him, he's no good to anyone if he's dead on his feet. Reluctantly he agrees as long as you come with him

Dwight; Dwight thought he'd lost you. He's walking through the Sanctuary when he sees you. His heart is racing as he approaches you. His mind cannot fathom it's truly you, even after you're in his arms holding onto him for dear life. He's not going to let you out of his sight from now on. Where he goes you go and vice versa.

Aaron; It's your fifth date when Aaron finally asks you if you would like to sleep over. He knows you don't live very far away, but he would like to wake up beside you. Perhaps you could go for an early morning walk before the two of you get some breakfast before your day truly begins.

Tyreese Williams; Tyreese tells you he doesn't want to sleep alone on the first night he arrives at the prison. You're both in a new place with new dynamics. You both need something familiar. Secondly with you close by, he'll be able to keep you safe. Tyreese is still trying to figure out if the prison is a safe place for you all.

Simon; Simon's becoming more and more infatuated with you. You are everything to him. His focus is solely centered on you. He refuses to let you out of his sight. He asks you to sleep in his room so he can keep his eye on you, to keep you safe.

Phillip 'The Governor' Blake; When you approach the Governor tell him you don't want to sleep alone, the governor smirks, explaining you don't have to. Slowly his plan is coming together. Soon he'll have you in the palm of his hands. To access where your old group is currently hiding. So he can move in and take over.

Dante; Dante was supposed to be working on the inside for the Whispers, however, he never intended to meet someone or fall for them. Yet here you were. You walk into the infirmary one day with a smile on your face to ask him if he has any plans. When he reveals he does you ask him if he'd want to stay at yours. He agrees.

Bob Stookley; Bob has a lot of demons. He's fighting to be a better partner to you and a proactive member of the group. Some days are worse than others, so as you go settle for the night he asks you. You don't say a word as you grab his hand and lead him towards his cell.

Aiden Monroe; When you tell Aiden you don't want to sleep alone, he finds it endearing. He knows his parents won't mind you staying over. They adore you. Besides both of you are always so nice, it's nice to spend some time with you, even if you both are technically asleep. Aiden plans to make you breakfast in the morning.

Otis; When Rick's group comes to the farm, Everything is pure chaos. You hadn't been feeling the most comfortable with all the new people dotted around the place When you stepped into Otis's room that night, he was quick to reassure you. To provide you with a quiet space to breathe and accept the changes going on around you.

Paul "Jesus" Rovia; It had been a rough day dealing with the Saviours. Everyone was tired and stressed out. One by one everyone begins to turn in for the night. When you go to head in Jesus entwines your fingers together, asking you to come to bed with him. You nod as he leads you towards his room.

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Reunion

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x teen!reader, Tyreese Williams x teen!reader, Carol Peletier x teen!reader, Judith Grimes x teen!reader (all platonic obviously)

Requested by Anonymous: when the prison fell you and Daryl got separated, this is how you meet up, based on this request

Warnings: mention of blood, fighting, mention killing walkers/zombies, killing people, Daryl hug (yes that’s a warning), knives, guns, mention of killing kids, Terminus, hopefully if you read this you’ve seen the episode and knows what it includes, but ya know typical twd stuff.

A/N did I accidentally write this way longer than I intended yes, yes, I did, now don’t get me wrong the moment where Tyreese defends Judith is iconic but for the sake of this fic I changed it up, kinda wanna make another part

For you who wants to know the episode is season 5 episode 1

Anyway I hope you enjoy this <3

Judith giggled happily in your arms as you walked on the edge of the railway. You could’ve once imagined all kinds of trains going up and down the tracks as they blew past the trees, but now you couldn’t actually remember much about trains, you had the idea of them but not much details (and if a train were to come right now that would’ve been a miracle).

Tyreese walked a few steps behind you, with Carol in the front, as she led your group of four forward. She came to a stop when a sign that states “TERMINUS” showed up once more. It was your headed path, the sanctuary called Terminus. You personally didn’t trust it, not after the Governor, but you had to find Daryl and the rest of the group. You knew that if any of them were still alive they would’ve gone to Terminus after finding the railway. Which all of them had probably done. Along with finding Daryl you also had to get Tyreese and Judith to safety. Tyreese wasn’t fit to live on the road at the moment, he refused to kill anything that came your way leaving you and Carol to kill stray walkers, or animals for food. Judith, well, she was a baby and sometimes could be screaming all day, she was mostly quiet but the times she did cry was the times walkers got attracted. A baby was no way near fit to be on the road but here you were all of you somehow still alive (except for Lizzie and Mika Samuels, but there was no loss for you over Lizzie that’s for sure).

“We’re close” Carol stated as she saw the sign. “I’m gonna get you all there, make sure you’re safe, but I’m not gonna stay” She saw your face morph into disappointment as you nodded your head, a sad smile on your face. You’d missed her while she was gone and now she would be leaving again, and you didn’t like it, not one bit and you knew Daryl would be sad over it too which didn’t help the matter.

As you heard the rustle of leaves behind you in the forest, you all turned around to see two walkers stalk forward in your direction. Tyreese motioned with his hands to take Judith from you. Judith was carefully switched over to Tyreese and both you and Carol went forward to the walkers. Both of you killed them quickly only to notice the herd that was about to come out of the forest. Carol whispered to Tyreese that more were coming, and so all of you went into the opposite side of the railway. You hid in the forest until the walkers got distracted by shots firing not too far away from all of you.

Tyreese looked worriedly at you as he started to talk. “That gunfire it could’ve been from Terminus”

“Someone was attacking them, or they were attacking someone” Carol responded

“Do we want to find out?”

This time you involved yourself in the conversation, as you believed that you did indeed need to find out. “Yeah, we need to find out, If the others are there they might need help”

With that, and Carol's instruction of walking another track that would get you there as well you all started to walk once more, this time in need to find out the truth.

Your next stop had been outside a small worn out cabin, but it wasn’t the cabin that got your attention. What got your solely attention as you hid in the forest with your companions was the man that talked in a walkie-talkie. He was putting up a bunch of fireworks, no doubt to lead the herd of walkers away from Terminus. You could faintly hear him mention a woman with a sword, and you stopped Carol from going forward. As you continued to listen you heard him mention a kid with a hat and that was all you needed to go on. You didn’t think there were that many women with a sword and kid with a hat together nearby at the same time, so it didn’t take much to know that they were talking about Michonne and Carl. Nor did it take long to realize they had done something to your group, thereby also Daryl. Especially when he mentioned bleeding the kid out.

Carol slowly started to creep up behind the man and you followed not far behind. Tyreese more hesitant but still following. She put her gun toward his head, the young man froze and put his hands up still holding the two way radio. “Keep your finger off the button and drop it”

“Listen, ya’ll don’t have to do this. Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone’s welcome”

“Shut up man” it was what all three of you were thinking but Tyreese was the one to say it.

“Okay”

“We’re friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat” Carol pressed the gun against his head forward, making the man lean forward as the gun touched his head.

It didn’t take long for you and Carol to tie him up and drag him (not so carefully) into the cabin leaning him against one of the walls. Throughout the whole ordeal the man continued to tell the three of you that you didn’t have to do this, that you could all come up with a deal, but he had no luck there.

As Carol made herself ready to scout Terminus out to see what was happening Tyreese continued to hold Judith in a protective embrace. You however had been asking the man questions, finding out that ever since the first questions he had been lying. He told you he only had Carl and Michonne, that they had both attacked them out of nowhere, that they were just protecting themselves. But none of you believed him. Not with the things you heard him talk about before you confronted him.

You would of followed Carol to Terminus had it not been for your will to protect Judith and Tyreese. As much as you loved Tyreese he wasn’t in his right mind. So you stayed to help if anything bad were to happen, to walkers coming your way or your prisoner getting free somehow, it didn’t matter you were there to protect your family. You only hoped Carol wouldn’t need any help.

Talking about your prisoner he was even more shatty when Carol left. Apparently a teenager, a baby and a man who he could clearly see wasn’t going to kill him was no threat to him. It was his undoing in the end. He underestimated you both and it showed in the way he talked to you and Tyreese as you sat by Judith, who’d you made a makeshift bed to.

“She got a name?… Hey, she got a name?”

“No” you answered at the same time Tyreese answered “Judith” you glared at Tyreese as he told the stranger her name, you didn’t want to give him any information, you never knew if it would backfire.

“She your daughter or something?”

“She’s a friend”

“Huh, I don’t have any friends… I mean I know people. They’re just assholes I stay alive with. The other one your friend, the woman” the younger man nodded towards the door that was now closed. Tyreese slowly looked away at the comment being conflicted about his answer. So instead you answered.

“Yes”

The man nodded and his voice that had now started to annoy you filled the room once more. “I used to have them… used to watch football on Sundays. Went to church” he let out a small laugh as if the thought of it was unbelievable. “I know, I did, but I can’t picture it anymore… it’s funny how you don’t even notice the time go by, horrible shit just stacks up day after day, you get used to it”

Tyreese turned his attention towards the man and spoke with distaste laced in his voice. “I haven’t gotten used to it”

"Of course you haven’t, you’re the kind of guy who saves babies, it’s kinda like saving an anchor, when you’re stuck on a boat-“ you had by know decided to drown out his voice as he tried to make justiciable to let him go.

Your thoughts got filled with Daryl like they had for the most time since the prison fell. You missed him. He always looked out for you. Ever since you met you were drawn to each other. Daryl used to pretend he hated you, especially when Merle was around he couldn’t have his brother think he was soft. However everyone knew he had always secretly looked out for you ever since he met you he’d felt the need to protect you. It came to the point that whenever you wanted to go on a run to get new supplies or do anything really you’d always ask Daryl. You had never spoken about it to each other but there was a silent agreement between everyone even you and Daryl that you were his kid and he your father. It might not be by blood but it was how it had come to be. Everytime something happened to you if you got hurt or if you were sad they’d always notify Daryl, but most of the time he already knew and would be with you to try and cheer you up in his own moody way. When you’d been out on the road before you found the prison you’d always sleep next to each other making sure the other one was safe. Even in the prison your cells were next to each other. He always looked out for you. He taught you how to hunt, he taught you how to use his crossbow, and to fight people to be able to protect yourself. Like Judith was “little asskicker”, you were the “big asskicker”. You couldn’t help but to miss him and the thought of him being hurt from the people in Terminus made your stomach hurt. You didn’t really want to voice your thoughts but you needed the reassurance and Tyreese was the only one who knew who Daryl was and could give reassurance. So against the warnings your mind gave you, you voiced your concerns.

“Do you think Daryl’s okay?” Your voice came out quieter than you expected as your mind filled with more scenarios in which Daryl had gotten hurt in.

Tyreese turned from Judith to look at you. He tried to give a reassuring look on his face as he answered. “I’m sure he’s fine Y/N”

”So Daryl’s your dad, maybe boyfriend” he continued to gues what Daryl was as you made no indication of actually giving anything away to him. After a while he stopped, he wouldn’t get anywhere with you, but he was still confident that if he talked enough to Tyreese would let him go.

“See, you’re a good guy, saving babies and teenagers.

“You have no idea about the things I’ve done”

“You’re a good guy, that’s why you gonna die today, it’s why the baby is going to die, why the Y/N is going to die” both you and Tyreese stood up taking an intimidating step towards the man, your knife pointed at him. “Or… you can get in that car, get out of here, keep on being lucky.”

“You think you’re gonna kill me?”

The man turned his sole attention to Tyreese as he answered him. “Why haven’t you killed me? How does having me alive help you? Why the hell are you even talking to me? Take the kids, take the car and go, I don’t want to do this today”

“For your information we could always use you to get more information or w e could kill you know, like you said we have-“ you got cut off by an explosion going off. Tyreese rushed to the window to see what was happening and saw the smoke over the forest.

“Is that Terminus?” The man moved forward as if trying to see out through the window but he had no luck in that department as he slouched back towards the wall.

“Yeah, probably”

“Maybe you’re gonna win this, maybe your friend, I mean maybe that woman just got capped, maybe I’m gonna be the one who gets capped when she comes back”

“Nobody’s got to die today”

“Man if you believe that… the it’s definitely gonna be you and the kids, even if the place is burning to the ground”

“Man maybe you can shut up and stop talking before I kill you myself” the man took his eyes of Tyreese to look at you as you had your knife pointed at him an annoyed look on your face. He didn’t believe for a moment that a teenager would be able to kill him, nor win in a fight against him. He had a way to high ego to think that you would be able to do any harm to him, he underestimated both you and Tyreese and when he heard as well as saw Tyreese look out at the walkers coming toward the cabin he moved quickly and soon enough his hands went to hold Judith in a hold that would be easy to break her neck.

He told you both to drop your weapons and you both did so not wanting him to hurt Judith. As he saw the walkers claw at the windows he looked towards Tyreese telling him to go outside. As Tyreese went outside he went over to you and bound your hands together with some spare rope just like you had done to him earlier. He made sure the knot would hold before he went I’ve r towards the wallow-talkie and tried to connect to the woman (apparently named Cynthia) on the other side.

While he did all that you tried to desperately tie up the knot that held the rope around your wrist together. Right as you were able to get rid of the rope around your wrist (thankful Daryl taught you how to do it) the noise from outside stopped. It became deathly quiet and the man looked towards were the last pounding against the walls had been. He took out his knife and was about to kill Judith when you quietly and quickly grabbed the knife that was laying right were you left it beside you on the floor and you ran over to the man. You saw red as you knocked him over, he had threatened to kill Judith and Tyreese. Threatened your sister and one of your closest friends. You knocked him towards the floor and your hand went into the air as you threw it down onto him repeatedly stabbing the knife in your hand into him. even after he was clearly dead.

Tyreese had to carefully walk over to you as he took the knife away from you. He told you that the man couldn’t hurt them anymore nor the walkers, everything would be okay. You appreciated his comfort as you hyperventilated for a few minutes over the fact that you’d just killed a human. You’d killed walkers before but never a human being. In your mind it was justified as he was about to kill all of you anyway, but you still felt like you’d lost something inside of you.

It was a while later when you glanced out of the window and saw Carol as she walked towards the cabin, Rick not that far behind. You broke out in a relieve laugh as a smile spread briefly over you lips, this made Tyreese glance out towards where you were looking. You booth scurried to get everything as you both wanted to leave the cabin not being comfortable to stay inside any longer than you needed to.

As both you and Tyreese stepped out of the barn you glanced at the people led by Carol. Your eyes scanned the crowd looking for one person in particular.

Daryl stared at you in disbelief he couldn’t believe you were actually alive, he’d seen you get shot, and without medical attention he guessed you’d died. He hadn’t wanted to keep hoping in case he would someday find your corpse rotting away (either as a walker or actually dead).

Daryl took in your bloodied state, you’d no doubt had to fight. Dirt and blood covered most of your clothes, and your face had a few cuts covered in dried blood. Your once white shirt was miss colored and your jeans had been ripped in some places, your jacket had blood stains all over it. Daryl could only guess what you’d gone through to end up looking like that (he didn’t even look that bad). He didn’t like all the blood covering you, he didn’t like not knowing what had happened, he didn’t like being away from you, he needed to protect you, he’d lost Beth to a couple of strangers, he wouldn’t lose you too.

When your eyes finally found Daryl, you had a soft smile on your face as you saw him visibly relax at your eye contact. While Rick and Carl ran towards Judith in Tyreese’s arms, Daryl stumbled forward towards you, dropping his crossbow to the ground. You met him halfway and he engelfulled you in a tight hug. You’d never know nor would anyone else but Daryl let a few tears fall in relief as he hugged you tightly knowing you were still alive, actually alive. As he felt you wrap your arms around him he felt you hug him just as tight, the comforting sensation you both brought each other was all you needed to ground each other and know that either of you were dreaming, this was real and both of you were okay.

As Daryl heard you sniffle he realized you were crying and he hugged you even tighter, taking one hand to your head and petting it softly — not knowing fully how to comfort someone, even now, having comforted you all those times before he still was unsure if he did it right. However he did know that you were crying from relief, because he did the same thing. You had your father back and he had his kid back and knowing that, you both knew that everything would be okay in the end. You were yet to be bested by someone when together, even when apart you always won, always found your way to back to each other. You would beat this world together and that was all that you needed to know, and the fact that neither of you were planning on leaving soon.

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Watch Over Them (Tyreese/Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After Tyreese gets bitten, you appear alongside his other hallucinations.(It's basically just a character study/re-cap about how Tyreese got bitten with all the hallucination people, but you're in there too. I've been wanting to do a character study about this scene, but I thought I might as well make it a character/reader fic. I recommend listening to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac while you read, it's the song I listened to while writing.)

Rated: M

The voice was calling out to him. The man on the radio, speaking through static, breaking through Tyreese's hearing in distorted waves. His words were full of gore and violence and death tolls, spitting out metaphorical blood with his every calm word. The voice was like steel, strong and unbreakable and it cut into Tyreese deeper than the walker's teeth had.

He struggled to keep his hand over the wound, blood oozing in tiny rivers through his fingers. He could feel the heat rising in his face and neck, the sickening fever pulling him further into the dark. He sees Martin, taunting him into Death's arms. He mentions Sasha and Tyreese would have killed him again if he wasn't already dead, gore pouring from his neck. But then there's Bob, and he's arguing with Martin and everything feels so surreal to Tyreese, and he can't do anything but listen. He turns his head and the Governor is standing over him, bloodied, and his cold voice sends shivers coursing through him.

"The bill has to be paid." the Governor states, voice echoing in Tyreese's ears. Then there's the sound of snarling walkers and Tyreese can almost feel their arms pulling him down, more rotted teeth sinking in. Tyreese sees Mika next to him, her presence feels peaceful, a beacon of hope. But then Lizzie is beside her, smiling wickedly and Tyreese feels cold again.

"It's better now, Tyreese." she promises, her words sound hopeful, but her eyes give the lie away.

"It is." Mika agrees with her sister. "It's better now."

"It's not better now." the Governor's voice booms back in, as he closes in on Tyreese, his face warping into a walker's and then he's crashing down onto him. Tyreese scrambles to his feet as the walker's hands take hold of him, snapping jaws stretched with long dead flesh. Tyreese reaches for the hammer on his belt, but it drops down and out of his reach. Then the walker is on him again, taking Tyreese's already bitten arm into it's infected mouth, ripping out more of his skin as it chomps up and down. Tyreese smacks it away, hitting it over and over until it's finally dead, for good this time. His ears are ringing and blood is spilling harshly from his arm, it's pumping through his neck mixed with fever and adrenaline. He hears a voice, singing like an angel, but he can't place what the song is. Then the song stops, and the voice speaks.

"It's okay, Tyreese. You gotta know that now." Beth says. Oh, poor Beth. They're all around him now, these awful ghosts, and Tyreese hopes that he won't become one when he goes. Because he knows he's going, but he just doesn't know where. There was still something keeping him here, something that was so important, but his mind can't find the thought, it's lost somewhere. The ghosts are talking to him, but Tyreese can't quite keep up. Some voices are quiet, patient, reassuring. Others are loud, violent and accusing. Tyreese stares up, wide-eyed, trying to stand up and run, to escape, but he can't move, something heavy is weighing him down, but he can't see what it is. This is all there is. This is it. He forces himself to stand, it takes some time, but he gets it done. He mumbles words to the Governor, he means them, but it doesn't feel like he's saying them. 

"You, you're dead. Everything that you were, is dead. And it's...it's not over."

It's not over.

The Governor takes a step towards him, and violently shoves him back to the ground. Tyreese closes his eyes, for just a moment, and when he opens them again, Lizzie is holding his bitten arm, her sister just behind her. Lizzie is smiling, but it doesn't seem fake this time, no hidden evil behind her eyes. He blinks just once, but the girls are gone, and Rick is in their place. Tyreese is in Glenn's arms, his grip is tight, but his attention goes back to Rick. He's screaming at Michonne, and her sword is raised high above her head. Tyreese doesn't know why at first, then it hits him. The blade comes down and in one fluid motion it crashes down on Tyreese's arm, the blade takes the limb with it. There's a loud sound that Tyreese can't place and then everything flashes into black. Images flash in waves. Tyreese is in Glenn and Rick's arms, people are running, but he doesn't know if they're running towards something, or away. He's in a car, he doesn't know how he got there. But Noah is beside him, he looks calm and panicked at the same time. Tyreese feels the peaceful feeling getting closer, with each little bump in the road the car rolls over. The radio man lulls him further into the peace, and there's something that Tyreese is still forgetting, but he just can't remember. He knows he's slipping, and he tries to stall, delay just long enough for him to remember. He looks away from the window, trying to look around the car, to find something that might trigger his memory.

What did I forget? What did I forget?

The girls are back, dead-eyed and staring.

"It's better now." His eyes drift to Beth, then to Bob and everything is silent. The car stops, and everyone is suddenly gone. Tyreese struggles with the door handle, but he finally makes it outside. He stumbles forward, nearly losing his balance. Tyreese looks up and the road is gone, so is the car. He's standing in a field, and there's a figure sitting in the distance. The sun is setting and the sky is golden and pink and Tyreese hasn't seen something so beautiful in so long. It takes a while, but Tyreese finally stumbles his way over to the figure. The sky never changes, not a single cloud is out of place. Tyreese finally sees you, your back is to him, and you're sitting down beside a grave. The headstone is already in place, the hole is freshly dug and the pile of dirt stands next to it. Tyreese finally remembers what he had forgotten. The pain in his arm is gone, he has two arms again and he feels almost weightless.

"I don't want you here." you say, your back still facing him. Something in your voice is haunting, but not scary. "You shouldn't be here."

"I have so much I want to tell you." Tyreese says, taking a step forward. You flinch, not out of fear, but out of pain. You didn't want to turn around to see him.

"I know." you say, eyes down. Tyreese walks until he's just behind you, so close to touching you. "You have to go now, Tyreese." He shakes his head.

"I don't want to leave you." he nearly sobs.

"You aren't leaving me." you reply. "You'll always be with me." You stand up, still not able to look at him. "Take care of them."

"Who?" he asks.

"The ones we lost. You have to take care of them now, they need you. They're up there, and they're waiting for you." You finally turn around, your hand rests against his jaw and Tyreese is breathless. "And one day, I'll be there to help you. We can take care of them together."

"(y/n)-" he begins, but you stop him.

"I know." you say, nodding. You smile up at him sadly. "It's time to go, but it's okay. It's all okay. I'll watch over Sasha, she'll be safe with me." You take his hand into yours, and you look up at the golden sky. "Goodbye, my love." you whisper, as Tyreese closes his eyes, it's the last time he will see you for a very long time. When he opens them again, everything is golden and bright, he sees every face that's been lost, and some he didn't recognize, people he didn't know yet. But they were waiting for him, and you were so right, everything is okay.

It's all okay.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Tyreese calming you down when you're having a Nightmare would include:

Requested

• Him waking up from hearing you whimper and feeling you tremble in his arms, just to directly be wide awake

• Him taking you closer into his arms, slowly stroking over your arms and back while trying to stop the whimpers and the trembling

• As he just couldn't take it anymore to see you suffer in your sleep, him slowly waking you up while still holding you close

• Him reassuring you that everything is okay and it was just a nightmare before telling you in a soothing tone that you can talk to him about the nightmare if you feel like this is going to make you feel better

• Him pulling you into his lap while continuing to stroke over your back as he listens to your words and softly kisses your forehead

• As you finish, but still aren't completely fine again, him beginning to hum a soothing melody while he's holding you in his arms, even slowly dandling you until you slowly fall asleep again

• Him laying down with you but only beginning to close his eyes again when he's sure that you're completely fine  • Nevertheless, him still having a rather restless night through just worrying that the nightmares will terrorize you that badly again and being pretty relieved when he sees you waking happily up in the morning

@dasani-saraai

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This account is solely for matchups for several different fandoms. That means requests for imagines, oneshots, headcanons, etc. will NOT be taken.

Here are some basic things to know about requesting a matchup!

Unless otherwise specified for a certain fandom, a request yields one romantic pairing AND one friendship pairing as well as information on why I think you work well with the individuals I choose. Of course, if you only wish to receive either just the romantic matchup or just the friendship matchup, just let me know!

You can request matchups for several different fandoms at once! For each fandom you request, I will match you up with one romantic partner and one friend unless you request differently.

You can ask to exclude any character(s)!

Where can I request a matchup?

Requests can be made in the MATCHUP REQUESTS/ASK ME ANYTHING tab.

What do I need to include in my request?

Required

Fandom(s)

Your gender and/or pronouns

Your sexual orientation and/or preferences

Description of personality

Optional (but definitely helps me out!)

Description of appearance

Hobbies

Personality alignment (Myers-Briggs, Enneagram, Hogwarts House, etc.)

What you would look for in a partner and/or friend

Any other information you think would be helpful ��� the more you provide, the more I can work with!

Now with that out of the way, onto the fandoms!

Listed directly below is a shortlist of all the fandoms I take requests for as well as some extra information as needed.

Disclaimers

If a title is in italics, it means that while I feel comfortable providing matchups for this show, I have not watched every season. If a character drastically changes after a certain point, I may not be aware. The last season I watched of these shows will be included in parentheses.

All movies/shows based on novels will most likely focus on the on-screen adaptations of characters.

SHOWS

The 100 (6)

Good Omens

The Good Place (3)

Lucifer (4)

On My Block

Parks and Recreation (4)

Prodigal Son (1)

Sherlock

Space Force

Supernatural (14)

The Walking Dead (8)

MOVIES

Clueless

The Greatest Showman

Harry Potter -- Unless specified in request, will entail 2 sets of matchups as a student (Golden Trio and Marauders eras respectively)

The Hunger Games

Marvel Cinematic Universe -- Unless age is specified, underage characters will NOT be available for romantic matchups

BROADWAY

Anastasia

Beetlejuice

Carrie (2012 Off-Broadway)

Hadestown

Hamilton

Les Misérables

The Phantom of the Opera

Six

VIDEO GAMES

Detroit: Become Human

Red Dead Redemption 2

What’s below the cut?

A masterlist of characters in each fandom that will be considered for each request (unless marked with an asterisk (*), all characters are assumed to be available for both romantic AND friendly matchups while names marked with an asterisk are only available for friendly matchups). Listed alphabetically by first name.

Don’t be afraid to tell me about a typo!

Any questions? Just want to talk? You can also use the  MATCHUP REQUESTS/ASK ME ANYTHING tab to get ahold of me!

SHOWS

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Finn Collins

Harper McIntyre

Jasper Jordan

Johnathan “John” Murphy

Jordan Green

Lexa

Lincoln

Marcus Kane

Monty Green

Octavia Blake

Raven Reyes

Roan

Wells Jaha

Aziraphale

Anathema Device

Crowley

Newton Pulsifer

Mme. Tracy*

Witchfinder Sgt. Shadwell*

Chidi Anagonye

Eleanor Shellstrop

Jason Mendoza

Michael*

Tahani Al-Jamil

Amenadiel

Det. Chloe Decker

Det. Daniel “Dan” Espinoza

Ella Lopez

Eve

Dr. Linda Martin*

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen “Maze”

Cesar Diaz

Jamal Turner

Jasmine Flores

Monsé Finnie

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Ruben “Ruby” Martinez Jr.

Andrew “Andy” Dwyer

Ann Perkins

April Ludgate

Benjamin “Ben” Wyatt

Christopher “Chris” Traeger

Donna Meagle*

Gerald “Jerry” Gergich*

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein*

Leslie Knope

Ronald “Ron” Swanson*

Ainsley Whitly

Det. Dani Powell

Edrisa Tanaka

Lt. Gil Arroyo

Det. James “JT” Tarmel

Jessica Whitly

Malcolm Bright

DI Greg Lestrade

Mrs. Hudson*

James “Jim” Moriarty

Dr. John Watson

Mary Morstan*

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Adrian Mallory*

Capt. Angela Ali

Brig. Gen. Bradley Gregory*

Dr. Chan Kaifang

Duncan Tabner

Erin Naird

F. Tony Scarapiducci

Kelly King

Maggie Naird*

Gen. Mark Naird*

Abbie “Bela” Talbot*

Adam Milligan

Alex Jones

Balthazar

Benjamin “Benny” Lafitte

Castiel

Charlene “Charlie” Bradbury

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sheriff Donna Hanscum

Eileen Leahy

Ellen Harvelle*

Gabriel

Garth Fitzgerald IV

Jack Kline

Jessica “Jess” Moore*

Joanna “Jo” Harvelle

Sheriff Jody Mills*

John Winchester

Kaia Nieves

Kevin Tran

Lucifer

Meg Masters

Michael “Mick” Davies

Patience Turner

Robert “Bobby” Singer*

Rowena MacLeod

Rufus Turner*

Samuel “Sam” Winchester

Aaron

Abraham Ford

Andrea*

Beth Greene

Carl Grimes*

Carol Peletier*

Dale Horvath*

Daryl Dixon

Dwight

Enid*

Eugene Porter*

King Ezekiel*

Father Gabriel Stokes

Glenn Rhee

Hershel Greene*

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Morgan Jones*

Negan Smith

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Sasha Williams

Tara Chambler

Tyreese Williams

MOVIES

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

Josh Lucas

Tai Frasier

Travis Birkenstock

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz*

Phillip Carlyle

Phineas “P.T.” Barnum

W.D. Wheeler

Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody*

Albus Dumbledore*

Arthur Weasley*

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

James Potter

Lily Evans

Luna Lovegood

Minerva McGonagall*

Molly Weasley*

Neville Longbottom

Nymphadora Tonks*

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin

Ronald “Ron” Weasley

Rubeus Hagrid*

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Viktor Krum

Cinna

Effie Trinket*

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Haymitch Abernathy*

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Anthony “Tony” Stark -- Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner -- Hulk

Carol Danvers -- Captain Marvel

Dr. Christine Palmer*

Clint Barton -- Hawkeye

Drax the Destroyer*

Edward “Ned” Leeds

Gamora

Groot*

Harold “Happy” Hogan*

Dr. Henry “Hank” Pym*\

Hope van Dyne -- Wasp

Sgt. James “Bucky” Barnes -- Winter Soldier

Col. James “Rhodey” Rhodes -- War Machine

Loki Laufeyson

Luis*

Mantis*

Dr. Margaret “Peggy” Carter*

Cdr. Maria Hill*

May Parker*

Lord M’Baku

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Nakia

Natasha Romanoff -- Black Widow

Nebula*

Col. Nicholas “Nick” Fury*

Okoye

Peter Parker -- Spider-Man

Peter Quill -- Star-Lord

Agt. Phillip “Phil” Coulson*

Pietro Maximoff -- Quicksilver

Rocket*

Samuel “Sam” Wilson -- Falcon

Scott Lang -- Ant-Man

Shuri

Dr. Stephen Strange

Steven “Steve” Rogers -- Captain America

King T’Challa -- Black Panther

Thor Odinson

Valkyrie

Virginia “Pepper” Potts

Vision

Wanda Maximoff -- Scarlet Witch

W’Kabi

Wong*

Yelena Belova

Yondu Udonta*

BROADWAY

Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov

Dimitri Sudayev

Gleb Vaganov

Countess Lily Malevsky-Malevitch*

Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna*

Vladimir “Vlad” Popov*

Adam Maitland

Barbara Maitland

Beetlejuice*

Delia Schlimmer

Lydia Deetz*

Carrie White

Christine “Chris” Hargensen

Susan “Sue” Snell

Thomas “Tommy” Ross

Eurydice

Hades

Hermes*

Orpheus

Persephone

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Elizabeth “Eliza” Schuyler

George Washington

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

John Laurens

Margarita “Peggy” Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Marquis de Lafayette

Philip Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson

Cosette

Enjolras

Éponine Thénardier

Fantine

Insp. Javert

Jean Valjean

Marius Pontmercy

Carlotta Giudicelli*

Christine Daaé

Erik “The Phantom”

Mme. Giry*

Meg Giry

Raoul de Chagny

Anna of Cleves

Anne Boleyn

Catherine of Aragon

Catherine Parr

Jane Seymour

Katherine Howard

VIDEO GAMES

Carl Manfred*

Chloe

Det. Chris Miller*

Connor

Elijah Kamski

Lt. Hank Anderson*

Capt. Jeffrey Fowler*

Josh

Kara

Leo Manfred

Lucy*

Luther

Markus

North

Rose Chapman*

Simon

Abigail Roberts

Arthur Morgan

Beau Gray*

Charles Smith

Daniël “Dutch” Van der Linde

Eagle Flies

Hosea Matthews*

Javier Escuella

Johnathan “John” Marston Sr.

Josiah Trelawny

Karen Jones

Kieran Duffy

Leonard “Lenny” Summers

Marion “Bill” Williamson

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Micah Bell

Molly O’Shea

Penelope Braithwaite*

Rev. Orville Swanson*

Sadie Adler

Sean MacGuire

Simon Pearson*

Tilly Jackson

[readingthesignsbethylspoilerblog]

All About Spoilers 101

If you are following this blog, you are about to get bombarded over the next couple of days with a lot of little bits of information from the last few months of filming. Therefore, I thought first I probably should explain the entire process that will be used for this blog.

The first thing that one must understand about any spoiler is you will never get the actual conversation or context of the scene. 

I’ve been personally tracking TWD spoilers for over 7 years and while I have a good idea about episode locations, characters, and general direction - I am still never completely sure what is actually going to happen in any given episode. In other words, even I get surprised by something each and every episode!

For example, back during filming for Season 5, there were all these seemingly crack-spawned-rumors running around that Lennie James (Morgan) was in Georgia. At the time, the idea of Morgan returning to the show seemed very far-fetched as there were always rumors every year spread by hopeful fans and Lennie James was on another series that was filmed in the UK at the same time. All the Spoiling “experts” thought the ideal was ludicrous and took these claims like a grain of salt - especially when the show was also trying to hide Emily Kinney and her whole kidnaped arc at the time. While I wasn’t so quick to write it off and actually did believe he might indeed appear sometime because the rumors were so constant and consistent, I was still later floored when low and behold Lennie James shows up as Morgan after the end of No Sanctuary because it wasn’t like I imagined it at all.

This shows how one is oftentimes still surprised by an episode - as well as highlighting the importance rumors can sometimes have!

Another example is the Grady storyline with Beth Greene during the same season. 

By the time of the premiere, we knew that Tyler James Williams was going to be a new character connected to Beth - first by a series of hints on social media and later confirmed with the only blurry picture of Emily Kinney on set the entire Season which happened to be with him. Through the picture, we were also able to connect Beth to the Grady set, that she would be wearing scrubs and a cast, and was taken by a bunch of new cop characters. We knew Daryl and Carol were searching for her, Carol would be hit by a car, and that Norman and Andrew had been “visiting” the set at Grady an awful lot. We even knew the firetruck would be there (indicating Maggie, Glen, Abraham, and company), and that someone would die - whom everyone assumed was Tyreese at the time because we specifically figured out he was a goner about the same time. *Side note: I was specifically told before and after Coda by very reliable fairies that Beth would be seriously hurt and it would be bad but that she was alive spawning my own personal journey with Team Delusional* My point is that this information spoiled a lot, right?

Well not really.

Because we really still didn’t know anything. We did not know how Beth was injured, anything about Noah, what Beth would do or go through during the storyline, or what these “cops” were about. 

I think you get what I am saying…

So where do Spoilers come from?

Spoilers can come from anywhere and can be found all over the internet but are often originated from sources such as: 

Spoiling Fairies - people actually associated with the show somehow who sometimes leak or confirm tidbits information off the record

I-witness accounts and pictures from fans - found all over the internet - especially on various private Facebook groups - often taken as people visit the Senoia area during filming

Local reports - complaints from locals, mentions in public records, permit applications, Do Not Mow signs

Official Early Releases - pictures, trailers, sneak peeks from AMC

Interviews - very rare from actors but occasionally announced or slipped in (both purposely and non-purposely) by one of the writers or producers whom seem worse at actually hiding stuff

Conventions - occasional tidbits of information often from accidental slip ups at panels, during fan interactions, or originating from the observations of actual Con organizers and staff

Social media - pictures, music, poems, and locations on Twitter and Instagram by those with connections somehow to the show

What the known Actors are generally doing - there have been many very accurate predictions made simply based on other work an Actor has signed on to and rather they were vacationing instead of being on set with the others

How are Spoilers Analyzed?

Simply tracking known spoilers is the easy part because there’s a lot more work involved than just that. 

The real job starts with organization. It’s one thing to see all the raw data thrown out there. But to actually have some sort of idea about what’s really happening, someone has to properly classify each individual bit of information as confirmed, rumor, or speculation. A person also needs to know what carries more weight due to the track record of the original source. You need to be able to notice what things mean on set and rather anything is unusual in a picture. 

It’s a process that often requires experience, detailed detective work, and the ability to connect the dots and patterns - much like a puzzle - until you are able to come up with some sort of educated guess as to what might be going on. 

Analysis of Spoilers can often change as more information becomes available.

For example, something might be noticed on a picture from set but won’t really mean much until a couple days later when another fan mentions that very thing blew up or something. Then, a month later, Nicotero or someone describes the thing blowing up having a huge impact on the characters. Then someone might go back and see that on SM at the time one or more of the actors involved on set seemed to be posting about feeling some sort of way. Then someone else goes back and notices other things that now seem significant in the picture with the blown up object. Next, someone else might realize one or more actors is hasn’t really been filming with the others since the day that thing blew up. And so on and so on...until you get an ideal of what it all means.

Analyzing is the fun and addicting part of spoilers and you will see my analysis along with the spoilers. There are things that I already suspect but I am sitting on until I have more information.  Regardless, I encourage you to all to analyze as well.

[shimmershaewrites]

Fourth Quarter, Chapter 1 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Sorry.  I am so sorry, lol.

  Title:   Fourth Quarter

Rating:  M. 

Warnings:  adult language. 

Characters/Pairings:  Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Sophia Peletier, original character, Jenny Jones, June Dorie, Pete Anderson, mention Morgan Jones and John Dorie, Luke, Carl Grimes, mentions of Judith Grimes, Tyreese Williams, Duane Jones, mention of Eastman, T-Dog, Axel. 

Prompt(s) used:  “Do you trust me?”    

Author’s Note:  inspired by a little drabble in my Across the Universe(s) drabble series—“Quit stalling.”  Apologies for the sucktacular title and the fact that I’m jumping off the deep end and starting another story.  Clearly, I’m losing it.  But whatever.  I made words.  So it’s a lose-win situation, lol.  Also, in case you didn’t notice, I brought over a couple of friends from Fear and I’m keeping my options open about bringing over more.  We shall see.  Anyway.  Fingers crossed this somehow breaks up the log jam that is currently the state of Waltzing.  I miss writing that story so freaking much. 

          Dr. Pete Anderson didn’t like kids. 

  Carol had it figured out within two seconds of meeting the man, his so-called secret.  His absolute, lip-curling distaste for the parade of little humans that were the King County clinic’s bread and butter was that apparent.  Hard to miss really and ironic considering.    

  Those frequently possessed of snotty noses and tiny hands that were somehow, some impossible way always sticky were both the bane of his existence and the source of much of his livelihood. 

  She couldn’t help but wonder how someone that couldn’t even be bothered to open up his heart to the frightened tears that inevitably came from being thrust into a place so cold and sterile and generally unwelcoming as their place of employment possessed one at all.  Most likely, she supposed, his chest was hollow and a big cavernous nothing occupied the space where the faulty organ should be.  Yes, most likely.  Too bad he worked every Monday.  As did she. 

  “Did somebody get me the goddamn labs I asked for?!” 

  The question yelled so near to her ear was all the warning Carol had before a mug of coffee was unceremoniously slammed down in front of her, causing her to flinch.  She watched with dismay as the bitter black brew sloshed over the ceramic edge, instantly soaking into the printed labs in question, and took in a deep breath in an effort to fortify herself for what she knew was coming.  Thankfully, her coworker stepped in to prevent her from falling onto her figurative sword.  

  “The printer’s jammed again, Sir.” 

  Jenny Jones was one of the most even-tempered individuals Carol had ever met.  Whether she was helping keep a toddler calm while they had a lost Flintstone vitamin fished out of their nose or explaining to a patient that body spray was not meant to be used internally via the rectum, she always wore the same placid expression.  She wore it now, even in the face of Dr. Anderson’s poorly reigned in rage at humanity at large.    

  “Thought the damn thing was fixed.” 

  “It was.  It isn’t now.  Noah’s working on it.” 

  “Who’s…know what?  Forget it.  I don’t care.  Just get me those labs.  Sometime today.”  With that, he stalked off to greet his next patient, continuing to grumble beneath his breath. 

  Finally, Carol felt like she could exhale, and she did, feeling a lot like a deflated balloon.  Or at least, the way she imagined a deflated balloon might feel.  “You’re too good to me.” 

  Jenny’s chair squeaked as she pushed it back from the desk.  Eyes brightened and lips twitching with humor, she replied, “You bring me cookies.  I would be crazy not to be.” 

  “Duane like the strawberry lemonade cookies?”   

  “Like them?” Jenny scoffed.  “That boy loved them.  At least the two his daddy let him have.  Morgan made me promise to get the recipe from you.  Told me to resort to blackmail if I had to.”  Shaking her head, she mused fondly, “That man.  He loves ya’ll’s cookies.” 

  “I’d worry about him if he didn’t.  Everybody loves Carol and Sophia’s cookies.”

                                                                                                                                                                                 Carol looked pointedly at her watch before returning their newcomer’s easy grin.  “Just get here when you can.”  June Dorie was a relative latecomer to the clinic staff, still an enigma in so many ways.  But she was capable, compassionate, and currently very much in love, and like Jenny before her?  Carol had relied on her instincts, welcoming her to cross that imaginary line separating coworker from friend.    

  Other than the precious pink blush belonging to only the happiest of newlyweds tinging her cheeks, June was unruffled by Carol’s teasing.  “Thank you.  I will.”  She did, however, wrinkle her nose at the sodden lump on the counter before her.  “What did I miss?” 

  Her answer came from the irate boss man himself.  “Where are my fucking labs?!”

  June winced.  “Happy Monday, huh?” 

  Carol grit her teeth to keep from letting a few choice words slip free.  Every Monday was a happy Monday when your least favorite doc was a Monday constant.  As if she needed more reason to hate them.  Not only that, the waiting room was starting to fill up, really fill up, right on cue.  Taking a page out of Jenny’s book, she took a deep, calming, let’s be zen breath, and pasted on what she hoped was a serene expression.  Unsurprisingly, she failed. 

  Sparing a second to stuff the ruined labs into the nearby shred box, Jenny dabbed at the mess left behind with a handful of Kleenex and shook her head.  “I see your wheels turning.  You’re on desk duty with Liza ‘til you quit plotting the good doctor’s demise.” 

  June smirked.  “Guess she’ll be out there forever then.” 

  “She might just be,” Jenny conceded.  “June?” 

  “Get the asshole his labs?” 

  “You said it.”   

        “And again!  We want to make Stevie and your parents proud!” 

  In unison, the entire sweaty, spent marching band groaned, and they groaned rather dramatically. 

  Perspiration prickling along his own scalp, the band director couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad.  Quite the contrary.  Depressing the button on the side of his megaphone, he blew out a long, drawn out groan of his own and deadpanned, “I felt that.  Take five everybody.” 

  “Five?!  But Mr. Fogler!” 

  “Alright, alright.  Fifteen and find some shade.” 

  Everybody scattered after that.  Almost everybody.  They needed no more prompting. 

  Sophia, however?  She stayed right where she was, sinking to the grass like a boneless slug bug and letting her eyes drift closed for a brief second.  She stifled a shriek when she felt something cold slither across the back of her exposed neck.  “What the…stop it, Carl.”  In spite of her grumbling, she gratefully took the bottle of water he held out in offering, tipping it back and taking a long swallow.  Shooting a wondering glance at the boy she’d long considered her best friend. 

  Carl dropped down beside her, mindful of the clarinet she’d cast almost carelessly aside.  He’d left his own snare drum where he stood in his haste to seek her out, and he stared at her now, his blue eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his shades. 

  Sophia’s fingertips fluttered self-consciously over her freckled cheeks and the long auburn ponytail coiled carelessly atop her head.  “What?” 

  Carl’s lips remained zipped.  They merely curled in a barely even there smirk and he shrugged. 

  Sophia narrowed her eyes at him, wholly unconvinced of his truthfulness.  They’d known each other since they were both in pullups and the wait to get their respective drivers’ licenses was almost over.  Of course, he was lying.  Even if he was doing it without words.  “Carl Richard Grimes!” 

  “Did you just full name me?” 

  “I just full named you and I’ll do it again.”     

  “Ooooo.  I’m so scared.” 

  “Don’t be such a…”  Sophia floundered for a word adequate enough to express her frustration.  A good clean word because that’s the way her mama had raised her, but really.  None of them were very satisfying. 

  Carl laughed.  “You can’t do it, can you?”  

  “Know it all jerk.” 

  “But you’re my favorite Disney princess, Soph,” Carl said, snagging the forgotten water bottle from her hands and taking a swig of his own.  “Jude’s too.” 

  An unwelcome smile twitched at the edges of Sophia’s affected pout.  “Shut up.” 

  “Alright,” Carl agreed easily enough. 

  The silence didn’t last long, though.  He was back to his insufferable teasing before they’d had time enough to finish the water bottle between them, and that didn’t take long at all.  “Carl.  I mean it.  Stop.” 

  “Stop what?”  Snickering as he dodged her annoyed little fists, he feigned innocence, “I didn’t even say anything.” 

  “Yeah, well.  You didn’t have to.  Just spit it out.” 

  “You want to spit it out?  You really want me to?” 

   “Please,” Sophia huffed, leaning forward to wrap her arms protectively around her updrawn legs.  She steadfastly ignored Carl’s gaze as she waited for him to put his particular brand of Sophia-torture into words and it definitely wasn’t the sun heating her cheeks when she spit out her last little piece of pleading encouragement.  “Do.” 

  “This one time.  At band camp…” 

  “I swear to God, Carl,” Sophia muttered miserably.     

  “You know Mr. Fogler said shade right?  Not Cade.” 

      On the other end of the football field, the indirect source of Sophia Peletier’s current humiliation was sweating his balls off doing drills for a team he wasn’t sure he even wanted to be a part of.  And it showed. 

  Coach Williams’s deep voice carried, across the clashing bodies and sticky late summer heat.  “Mr. Phillips.  Do you or do you not want to be here?” 

  Hands braced on his hips, jersey clinging wetly to his heaving chest, Cade figured there was no pussyfooting around the truth.  That shit never did anybody no good.  “Presently?  No, Sir.  At least Satan’s ass crack would have shade.”

  Appreciative snickers swelled, rising and traveling from teammate to potential teammate like a wave, and Coach Williams showed a brief, scary flash of teeth before sobering up and making full use of his huge, intimidating linebacker build.  “That so?” 

  Cade knew better than to waltz right into that trap.  He’d become quite adept over the years of sidestepping trouble when it come looking, and until he proved otherwise, Coach Williams weren’t any different than any other coach or teacher.  So he clamped his mouth shut and dropped to give the man twenty unasked.  Or at least he tried to.  The man stopped him with a boot on his back before he got ten good pushups in, barking at the whole lot of them to take a long overdue break.  The grass felt prickly beneath his sweaty pits when his limp noodle arms gave out on him, but Cade didn’t care.  A bottle of orange Gatorade appeared out of thin air, and he’d guzzled nearly the whole thing before he bothered looking up to see where it actually came from. 

  A short, stocky black kid stared down at him, something like admiration on his face. 

  Heaving himself over onto his back with a groan, Cade muttered his gratitude and shielded his eyes from that look and the sun. Both of them were pretty damn blinding in their own way.  He recited a silent prayer that the boy, who he vaguely recognized as a freshman, would just fuck off and leave him alone.  Like most of his prayers, it went unanswered. 

  “I’m Duane.  You’re Cade.” 

  Forcibly swallowing the overwhelming urge to mock the kid right to his oblivious face, Cade merely grunted an affirmation and lifted his arm to get a better peek at him.  He felt an unexpected twinge of guilt when he took in the boy’s slumped posture.  “Running back right?” 

  “Like you.” 

  Hardly, but Cade kindly chose not to point it out.  Instead, he made small talk best as he knew how.  “Didn’t I hear you say your dad has his own martial arts place down on Main?” 

  “He’s partners with Mr. Eastman, but yeah.  You been there?” 

  “Nope, but I’ve thought about it.  Think you can talk him into cutting me a sweet deal?  Might be nice to learn different ways to kick some ass.”  Handy, considering he knew next to nobody in this one-horse town and in his experience?  It never took long for welcomes to be worn out.  He left that part unsaid, too. 

  “I…I don’t know.  But I think so.  I’ll have to see.” 

  “You get on that.” 

  “I will.” 

  “Hey, Water Boy.  Why don’t you shut your trap and do your damn job?” 

  Duane sighed and made to push himself to his feet, but Cade jerked him back down.  “Nah.  I got this.” 

  “You don’t have to.” 

  “Do you trust me?  We got us a deal, right?” 

  “Right.” 

  “K then.  Watch this.”  Cade winked, standing up and stretching to his full height.  “Hey, lazy asshole.  Why don’t you get your own fucking water?” 

      “Man, you been back in town, what?  Almost a month and I’m the only person knows it.  I’m not accusing you of hiding, but…” 

  Wiping his greasy hands on the red rag that never strayed far from his back pocket, Daryl virtually dared T-Dog to continue his train of thought.  T smartly refused to take the bait, dropping the subject and ambling on over to join him in admiring his handy work.

  “You trying to put those Gas Monkey dudes outta business.”    

  “Stahp.”   

  “You think I’m kidding?  I ain’t.  I knew you was good.  I just didn’t know you was this good.  And it ain’t even your day job.”  

  “Hear that, Boss?” Axel oh-so-helpfully piped up.  “It ain’t ya day job.” 

  “Don’t reckon nobody yanked your chain, Mr. Monopoly.  You got them brakes fixed yet?” 

  Axel hemmed and hawed, but in the end, he admitted he had a lot of work still left to do. 

  When Daryl turned his attention back to T-Dog, his old friend was trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. 

  “Mr. Monopoly?” 

  “Yeah, well.  He shaves that shit off?  He’ll look more like the Planter’s Peanut.” 

  T-Dog guffawed, earning himself more than a couple dirty looks from the source of his endless amusement.  “Missed you ‘round these parts.  Can’t tell you how good it does me to see you back.  Even if I’ve never seen you leave these four walls.  How do you eat, Man?” 

  “Like an uncivilized pig,” Daryl deadpanned. 

  T’s grin stretched wide, but he was otherwise unperturbed.  “You said it.  Not me.”  Putting a few paces between them, he started absently inspecting some nearby tools.  “Little birdy down at the high school been talking.” 

  “Don’t ya mean tweeting?  That’s the big thing now,” Axel said, doing what he does best again.  Inserting himself into a conversation that didn’t involve him in the least.  “Tweeter.” 

  This time, T-Dog and Daryl both ignored him and Daryl was surprised to realize he wanted to hear more.  “Yeah?  What you been hearing?” 

  “Kid’s talented.  Going places if he decides to put in more effort.  If he keeps his nose clean and gives his school work the attention it deserves when classes start…” 

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” Daryl muttered.  “I’m trying.  Even if he ain’t.” 

  “Hey, Man.  I get it.  You two?  Ya’ll still getting to know each other.  I can’t imagine what it feels like for either one of you.” 

  Axel couldn’t resist butting in one more time, and Daryl decided fuck it.  He nodded.  Just let him. 

  “Woman showed up on his doorstep and basically said congratulations, it’s a boy.  Your problem now.  Now he’s just as much a daddy as he is an uncle.  Ain’t fair if you ask me.  Got all the responsibility without getting to have any of the fun.” 

  Well, shit.  He hadn’t exactly thought about it in those particular terms, but the twitchy little bastard weren’t exactly wrong.  “Back to work.  Ain’t telling you no more.”  To T-Dog, he simply sighed and raked a tired hand over his unshaven face.  “I’m trying.  I am.” 

  “Kid’s gonna have to meet you halfway.” 

  “Try three quarters.” 

  “Axel!”   

[ao3feed-darylxcarol]

The Walking Dead Imagines (Daryl, Rick, Shane, Glenn, Carl, Negan, etc.)

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by lovelyclaire45609

Reader imagines to be immersed into the world of TWD.

Pairings can be requested.

Requests are OPEN!

Words: 444, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms, The Walking Dead (Comics), The Walking Dead Series - Robert Kirkman & Jay Bonansinga, The Walking Dead (Web Series)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Dale Horvath, Andrea (Walking Dead), Amy (Walking Dead), Shane Walsh, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Beth Greene, Hershel Greene, Rosita Espinosa, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Tyreese Williams, Carol Peletier, Abraham Ford, Eugene Porter, Gabriel Stokes, Siddiq (Walking Dead), Deanna Monroe, Spencer Monroe, Jadis (Walking Dead), Negan (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Dwight (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Judith Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Aaron (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Morgan Jones, Tara Chambler, Alpha (Walking Dead: Whisperers), Beta (Walking Dead), Enid (Walking Dead), Philip Blake | The Governor, Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Sophia Peletier, Denise Cloyd, Lizzie Samuels, Mika Samuels, Lydia (Walking Dead), Gregory (Walking Dead: Hilltop), Alden (Walking Dead), Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas, Morales (Walking Dead), Arat (Walking Dead), Noah (Walking Dead: Grady Memorial Hospital), Dawn Lerner, Gareth (Walking Dead), Jessie Anderson (Walking Dead), Ron Anderson, Sam Anderson (Walking Dead), Randall Culver, Bob Stookey, Aiden Monroe, Nicholas (Walking Dead: Alexandria), Yumiko (Walking Dead), Jerry (Walking Dead: Kingdom), Luke (Walking Dead: Magna's Group), Magna (Walking Dead), Kelly (Walking Dead: Magna's Group), Connie (Walking Dead), Daryl Dixon's Dog, Cyndie (Walking Dead: Oceanside), Natania (Walking Dead: Oceanside), Walkers (The Walking Dead), The Wolves (Walking Dead), Henry (Walking Dead: Kingdom), Rodney (Walking Dead: Hilltop), Gage (Walking Dead), Addy (Walking Dead: Hilltop), E. Eastman (Walking Dead), Earl Sutton, Kenneth Sutton, Patrick (Walking Dead), Patricia (Walking Dead: Greene Farm), Paula (Walking Dead: Saviors), Tammy Rose (Walking Dead), Walking Dead Characters

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/You, Rick Grimes/You, Shane Walsh/You, Aaron (Walking Dead)/You, Carl Grimes/You, Negan (Walking Dead)/You, Rosita Espinosa/Siddiq, Rosita Espinosa/Gabriel Stokes, Rosita Espinosa/Eugene Porter/Siddiq/Gabriel Stokes, Ezekiel/Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier, Rick Grimes/Michonne, Lori Grimes/Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes/Shane Walsh, Carl Grimes/Enid, Jesus (Walking Dead)/You

Additional Tags: Inspired by The Walking Dead, Negan Being Negan (Walking Dead), Kid Judith Grimes, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Drama, Drama & Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Death, Character Death

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[drunkcnsunlight]

--- SASHA WILLIAMS had been a force like none other. she was incomparable, and that word should not be thrown out there lightly. she’d been as bright and fierce as the sun, at the same time that she could be fair and honest and firm. when she’d lost her brother, she lost a part of herself that she knew she’d never get back. to know that he’d died trying to HELP someone else comforted her, but it wasn’t enough to stop her traumatic ANGER from bubbling and boiling over and causing her to make poor decisions. the same ones that tyreese would make when his temper slipped. only ABRAHAM had been able to reach her, in those days, and before she knew it, he was leaving his girlfriend for her. her and rosita had a strained relationship for quite some time; sasha only wished that it had been something else, something KINDER, that had brought the two women together, other than mourning the same man’s grisly murder. she had no context for how negan had changed or not changed in their universe, for she had taken herself out of it, hoping that she’d take HIM out with her. the plan had been faulty, and she failed; it hurt to imagine how her loved ones had reacted, seeing her stumble out of that coffin, DEAD AND GURGLING like every other animated corpse they either outran or smashed to pieces. since she’d arrived in this place, and she’d found abraham again, she found herself PREGNANT; even HAPPY. her brother was back, and she had maggie to go through her pregnancy with and alongside. they both had the men whom they loved back. she’d never believed in places working MIRACLES before, but this one sure did. sasha was sitting out in the sun, closing her eyes to relax, when she noticed his shadow. she smirked at first, and then smiled. “are you coming to join me, or are you just going to stand there and ADMIRE ME, abe?” she asked teasingly, chuckling, as she smoothed her hands over her rounded bump of a belly. “i swear, if this little one doesn’t come out soon, i’m gonna be the size of FIVE WATERMELONS combined under this shirt.” 

@bcssbitchs​

[weapon13whitefang]

if beth comes back this season, what episode do you think she'd come back in?

S8E5 or S8E8

Why? Well, time for some delusional rambling thoughts I’ve had.

Y’all can blame @bethgreenewarriorprincess and @bethgreeneishopeunseen for this because sometimes I go through and see just what has the Team Defiance people so damn excitable and I think “I can kinda get behind that” or “I get what you’re saying but I feel like you stepped to quick into a sinkhole, friend”.

With TD, I keep seeing stuff about Mirrors. And mirrors keep sticking to me because I have a fascination with the use of mirrors in films, in history, and in superstitions. Mirrors are just fascinating.

I’ve talked about these before, but here are some things I like about Mirror superstitions

If a mirror falls and breaks by itself, someone in the house will soon die.

Someone seeing their reflection in a room where someone has recently died will soon die themselves.

Breaking a mirror will bring seven years of bad luck. This superstition dates back to the Romans, who believed that life renewed itself every seven years and that breaking a mirror would thus cause damage to the soul it was reflecting at the time for that duration. It was also inforced by the rich in the 1700s due to mirrors once being extremely expensive to afford and was meant to scare a worker from breaking the mirror or they’d owe the owner seven years of their life to pay it off.

Some ancient cultures believe that mirrors reflected the ‘shadow soul,’ and could show the true nature of the person being reflected.

In the Jewish religion, it is important to cover all mirrors in a house where someone has died while the family is sitting Shivah (the seven-day mourning period). It is said that if the mirrors aren’t covered, the spirit of the deceased may become trapped in one and not be able to move on to the afterlife.

Some cultures insist that mirrors should be covered at night and when people in the house are sleeping, to make sure that a dreamer’s wandering soul doesn’t get trapped in one. In Serbo-Croatian culture, a mirror was sometimes buried with the dead, both to prevent the spirit from wandering and to keep evil men from rising.

One legend says that viewing a mirror by nothing but candlelight will show you your reflection – and that of any entities inhabiting your home, be they ghosts or otherwise (Hence the whole Bloody Mary thing).

Ideally, no mirror should be hung so low that it “cuts off” the tallest household member’s head because doing so may cause headaches.

Mirrors were often used in magical and psychic rituals for scrying – remotely viewing another person or place – and communicating. They could also be used in magical rituals of divination – fortune telling and reading of the future. 

Ancient Chinese believed that mirrors frightened away evil spirits who were scared by their own appearance. If the mirror was broken, the protection was lost.

Mirrors have also been used in many cases of literature. Here’s to name a few:

Snow White by The Brothers Grimm

The Queens Magic Mirror

The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Lady is condemned to watch the world indirectly, via a mirror that exhibits to her the shifting scenes of Camelot.

Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

Alice steps through the mantel place mirror into a reverse world. 

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Jonathan Harker realizes he’s in trouble when he can’t see Dracula’s reflection in a mirror.

Richard II by William Shakespear

Richard calls for a mirror to smash just before he’s about to be removed by Henry

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling

The Mirror of Erised (The Mirror of Desire) is mentioned by Dumbledore to show the “deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts.” and has been known to drive men mad.

Mirrors are used in films, television, songs, art, books, and common objects found around many households. There are superstitions and legends and all kinds of shit that float around mirrors… And to me that’s fascinating. So you can imagine why the concept of mirrors speaks to me in all this craze.

Now you asked, which episode do I see as being the return episode. I gave you two answers, but my first one is the main belief because of the fact that 8x5 is episode 5x8 backward… Episode 5x8 was “CODA”, the episode where Beth was shot down. Episode 8x5 is supposed to be called “THE BIG SCARY U” (Very odd name they have coming for these next few episodes in fact - “Some Guy”, “The Big Scary U”, “The King, The Widow, and Rick”, and ”Count to 5″)

I say 5x8 because everyone wants to talk about “Alice Through The Looking Glass” - a book I mentioned above - where Alice walks through the mirror above the mantel place and ends up in a world that’s a reverse (a backward) world of the one she knows.

Which would play into this theme of “what was isn’t what is”, to put it in simple terms. We saw that with Morales’ return. Morales was a friend of Rick and Daryl’s, but now he is Negan (Well technically he ain’t shit now cause he’s dead but you get what I mean).

Basically, I’m thinking that Beth coming back could play out as a reverse of the last time we saw her. The last episode we saw Beth alive was in 5x8. What could happen is that in 8x5 we get a full on, no doubt about it, reveal of Beth being alive. I don’t know what she’s doing or where she is… But we get this shot that openly proves to everyone watching, that we are seeing Beth Greene. No words are said. And it’s not a long enough shot to give us too much. But it’s her. We see Beth shot down at the end of CODA… What if we see her standing up and alive at the end of THE BIG SCARY U? That is a reverse of what we saw in 5x8. 

8x8 is me wondering if they’re going to play Beth as a Coda again. At the end of season 5A, Beth died. But at the beginning of 5B, Beth appears again as a sickness mind trip of Tyreese in 5x9. S5E8 was the 59th episode overall of TWD. 

S8E8 will be the 107th episode of TWD overall. That’s 48 episodes between them… For those of you who find significance in the importance of numbers and their meaning, here are a few things about 48 you can read (x).

The overall thing I took from that is the following:

The number 48 is especially adept with visual and auditory artistic expression — painting, sculpting, decorating, music, and so forth.

Although business oriented, 48 is even more a social number. It supports and encourages the creative expression of others. And it tends to raise the level of optimism when participating in activities of a group.

The energy the number 48 represents includes imagination, effective communication, tolerance, joyfulness, optimism, and dynamism.

Take what you will from that… But if we wanna be fair to 8x5, that’s 45 episodes between them. And from the same link above, reading about 45, here;’s the things that stuck out to me:

If the number 45 is in the heart’s desire position of the chart, it means the person really, really wants to do something with a large positive impact on the welfare of humanity.

If the number 45 is in the personality position of the chart, it means the person tends to present themselves as a tolerant and humanitarian individual.

With a number 45 prominent somewhere in a person’s environment, interpret the situation as if it included humanitarianism, idealism, getting things done, and/or whim.

These two numbers both represent tolerance and encouragement of getting something done and helping out a group… Seems pretty accurate for what is going down and what is needed.

Anyway, what I see possibly happening is that in 8x8 we hear Beth’s voice or we see a distorted image of her. Kind of like how she’s not really there when Tyreese is dying. How she’s not the one driving the truck, but Rick. Someone may see Beth but instead of it being her, the person thinks it’s just them going crazy or hearing/seeing shit. In 8x8 could be 5x9′s reverse/backward world and then in 8x9 we have a full shot of Beth and then 5x10 could be a flashback series… Basically it could go backwards. We last saw her in Sasha’s flashback and before that it was as Tyreese’s delusion and then before that it was Coda as a limp “corpse” in Daryl’s arms. Maybe this time it’s all backwards.

Im starting to ramble.. Sorry, Nonny! This was longer than i meant it to be. Didn’t mean to dump that on you!

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x teen!reader / x child!reader / x daughter!reader / x gn!reader / x platonic!eader / x sibling!reader / son!reader / romantic!reader / ftm!reader / mtf!reader

I don’t own The Walking Dead or any of the characters in The Walking Dead, I only own the imagines that I have created in tumblr or wattpad.

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Stranger Danger ** - You have been alone for a while now, until you meet Rick - Rick Grimes x teen!reader

Everybody Dies** - their reaction to you getting killed at the lineup by Negan - Twd Character x gn!teen!reader

Reunion** - after the prison fell you ended up with Tyreese, Carol and Judith, this is how you reunite with your father figure Daryl Dixon - Daryl Dixon x teen!reader, Tyreese Williams x teen!reader, Carol Peletier x teen!reader, Judith Grimes x teen!reader

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[ayodaddydom-blog]

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene/Glenn Rhee, Abraham Ford/Carol Peletier, Bob Stookey/Sasha Williams Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Beth Greene, Bob Stookey, Abraham Ford, Carol Peletier, Sophia Peletier, Sasha Williams, Michonne (Walking Dead), Shane Walsh, Lori Grimes, Tyreese Williams, Dale Horvath Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Zombie Apocalypse, Horses, Slow Burn, Gift!Fic, Rick retires after being shot, Daryl trains horses, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, Dale Horvath is a good friend, romantic, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Until it gets resolved at least, Guys let's not kid ourselves, This is a lot of sap and sweetness, This fic has become my life, Rickyl Writers' Group, First Time, Making Love, Bottom Daryl, Top Rick, Boys In Love, Hey Look Sex, Gentle Sex, romantic sex Summary:

Rick retired after getting shot, and found a new passion in the horse industry. When he ends up with a filly that's got more attitude than he knows what to do with, he's desperate for help with training her. She's got the potential to be a great racehorse, she just needs a guiding hand to get there.

One day, a quiet man with the patience of a saint and the passion to match it turns up on Rick's doorstep, and his world opens in a way he'd never imagined it could - all because of one horse with the blood of a Devil in her, and the drive to do what no filly has ever done before.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Hope- Tyreese Williams

Pairing: Tyreese Williams x Reader

Characters: Tyreese Williams, Sasha Williams, Rick Grimes

Warnings: Pregnancy

Request: N/A

Word Count: 739

Author: Charlotte

Hope was a far of dream. Anything positive in this world was basically non-existent. Everyone was using borrowed time. The world was prepared to end, and anyone still alive weren’t likely to be around for too much longer.

Your group did their best to fight and to live. It was hard but it was worth it to still be with the people you cared most about.

Although you weren’t in the group when it occurred, you had heard that the birth of Judith, granted lead to the death of her mother, but also gave the group some hope. Life. New life. It helped distract from the death.

With the knowledge that Lori was dead because of childbirth, it terrified you with the fact that you were pregnant. Maggie had told you that Lori needed a Cistercian section and had also had one for Carl. That gave you more hope. You’d never had a baby before, but maybe you could have this one naturally, and would be able to see your child, rather than leave it motherless.

There was a mixture of happiness and fear as you approached your partner. He was sat with his sister, talking about something. You weren’t sure what as they fell silent as soon as you reached them, smiling pleasantly at you.

“Hello Y/N,” Tyreese smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you towards him, kissing your forehead.

“Hi,” Sasha also smiled.

“Hey. Is it okay if I have a private word with your brother please Sasha?” You asked softly.

“Of course.”

With that she departed going over to Maggie and Tara.

Tyreese looped his arms over your shoulders, holding you close but so that you could look up at him. His expression was soft and loving as it was most of the time.

“What’s wrong love?” He smiled softly, moving his fingers into the hair hanging over the back of your neck.

“Um… I have something… something important to tell you,” you said in a hoarse tone, attempting to keep a smile on your face.

He looked concerned, turning his head slightly, moving a hand to brush a thumb against your cheek.

“What is it?” He asked, keeping his gentle and friendly tone.

“I don’t really know if it’s good news. But… well… um… I’m pregnant.”

As soon as you finished speaking, your eyes slammed shut, scared of how he would react. You expected the feeling of his arms resting on your shoulders to disappear, but they didn’t. Instead his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, before he loosened his grip apologetically.

“How wouldn’t this be good news?” Tyreese said loudly.

When you opened your eyes, his joy was clear from his grin, and the attention of the rest of the group had turned to you two.

“I didn’t know… I didn’t think you’d want to have to raise a child in this world. It’s dangerous and the group can barely cope with Judith, let alone another baby. I didn’t want you to be upset or annoyed at me. I knew you wouldn’t but I couldn’t help but think it,” you said in a whisper.

He shook his head, letting out a chuckle. Rather than bending down to kiss you, like he always did, he lifted you up so that your lips could be pressed to his.

“Before everything, I wanted to be a Dad, it just never happened. And I never thought it would, but you’ve given me that chance,” he smiled. “We are going to be a family. This is finally giving us a little bit of hope that everything can be good again in the world.”

“What’s going on?” Rick questioned approaching the two of you.

Tyreese looked to you for permission to tell him, and you gestured for him to speak.

“Y/N’s pregnant,” he grinned.

Rick looked taken back for a moment as the others of the group approached.

“Well congrats,” Rick said slightly hesitantly.

“So I’m going to be an aunt?” Sasha questioned.

You nodded at your non-official sister-in-law.

Her arms instantly wrapped around you and Tyreese, forcing you into a group hug. Once Sasha let the two of you go the rest of the group took their turns giving you their congratulations, but those whom had been in the group the longest clearly were hesitant and uncertain about whether this pregnancy was going to end like the last. You hoped it didn’t.

[impala-imagines]

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Home- Tyreese Williams

Pairing: Tyreese Williams x Reader

Characters: Tyreese Williams, Mika Samuels, Lizzie Samuels, Judith Grimes

Warnings: Zombie Attack

Request: N/A

Word Count: 1309

Author: Charlotte

Since the prison was destroyed, you and Tyreese had been separated from the rest of the group along with the three girls. Neither of you were parents, nor had real experience with children. Travelling with three relatively young children, without anywhere to stay and needing one or both of you to be on watch each night was a stressful and tiring task that you were never prepared for.

Having been awake for at least 36 hours with the bare minimum sleep the night prior you were losing your patience and interest in staying alive, this not being a life you’d willingly want to live.

Tyreese was carrying Judith, whilst Mika was sitting on your shoulders falling asleep with Lizzie walking between the two of you holding your hand. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up with the ten year old on your shoulders, but somehow it happened and you were too tired to argue.

“I’m tired,” Lizzie complained.

“I know. We’ll find somewhere to stay soon honey. I promise,” you smiled weakly.

You continued walking as the sun began to set. Looking over to Tyreese you non-verbally knew you needed to make camp soon. However after walking for a little longer you found a small house that seemed empty.

Placing Mika back onto the ground, Tyreese handed her Judith whilst you handed Lizzie your spare gun.

“We’re going to sweep the house, make sure it’s safe for us to stay in. If a walker comes shoot. If we hear a gunshot we’ll come straight out to help, okay?” You smiled softly.

She nodded.

You didn’t want to leave the girls outside on their own, but it was safer for them to do that rather than come in with you and you couldn’t only have one of you going into the house.

Both of you pulled out your knives before walking into the building. You took the door to the left and he made his way up the stairs. You found no walkers first of all, not until you opened a door that lead to the basement. It caught you off guard, grabbing hold of you. You attempted to fight it off but were failing miserably, until Tyreese appeared stabbing it in the head.

He pushed it away from you both pulling you into his arms. He held you tightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you okay?” He asked looking down at you.

“Yeah. Thanks,” you smiled softly leaning up to kiss him.

As you pulled away he continued to hold you tightly. “Was there anything upstairs?”

He shook his head.

“There weren’t any walkers. Two bedrooms, even a cot, I think this place could work for us. One of the bedrooms is a mess, but we can clean it up tomorrow. The girls can get a proper night’s sleep in a real bed,” he smiled.

You both made your way out of the house to see the girls exactly how you left them.

“Come on girls. We’re going to stay here for now,” you said ruffling Mika’s hair.

“Really?” She grinned in return.

“Yeah. Ty if you bring the cot to the living room and put Judith down, we can rest on the couch. I’ll take the two girls up to the bedroom.”

Mika handed Tyreese the baby and he took her into the dimly lit house.

“Do you want me to carry you?” You asked the younger sibling.

“It’s Lizzie’s turn,” she stated.

You lifted the older sister up and began to carry her up the stairs with Mika trailing behind you. You opened a couple of doors until you found the bedroom with the double bed in it. You threw the quilt back, sitting Lizzie down on the bed.

Helping the two girls get their shoes off, you tucked them into the bed, kissing their heads and telling them to call for you or Tyreese if they needed anything.

As you walked down the stairs, you could see Tyreese locking the front door. He smiled up to you reaching out his hand as you got close to the bottom step. You took it allowing him to lead you into the living room. He had set up the cot with a now sleeping Judith in it. Although it looked a bit of a mess in the room, you didn’t care, the sofa was calling you and you were desperate to sleep.

You both made your way over to the sofa. Although it was a tight squeeze, you both managed to lay down wrapped in each other’s arms with your head resting on his chest.

“Are the girls okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. They were both barely awake, I’m sure they are sound asleep now. They don’t have to worry about their safety as much here. They can rest and try to pretend it’s a normal night for once,” you sighed, drawing patterns on his chest with your fingertips.

“You’re good with them,” he stated. “Especially Lizzie. She needs someone to keep her grounded. You do that for her.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin.

“Don’t underestimate yourself Ty. None of us would be alive without you. You’re the closest thing to a Dad they have at a moment.”

His hand rubbed your back as silence fell over the both of you.

“Did you ever consider having kids? Of your own I mean. I know you took care of the girls, and the other kids at the prison,” he asked.

“Well before this all happened. It was a different story. Of course I wanted to be a Mum someday. But now, I don’t know if I could bring a child into this world. I want to be a Mum but I guess whilst I haven’t got a home or somewhere safe to raise a child, I couldn’t do that. I saw how torn Lori was when she found out about being pregnant with Judith. I don’t think I could do that. But for now I have Lizzie and Mika and Judith,” you sighed. “Do you want kids?”

You’d been with Tyreese since he’d joined the prison. You’d never discussed children or the like, it didn’t seem like something that was up for discussion. But this place could be safe. It could be a home. It could become something so much better.

“My opinion is the same as yours. I wouldn’t selfishly put someone through pregnancy when there are no supplies if something goes wrong. I couldn’t be so selfish to allow a child into a world where no matter how hard I try they can never be safe. I guess if I found somewhere safe, away from the herds, somewhere where we could grow our own food, and survive, I wouldn’t be against it.”

Looking up at him, you could see a smile growing on his face along with a knowing look.

“Am I guessing that’s hinting at me taking into consideration extending our slightly dysfunctional family if this place can be considered our home?” You asked raising your eyebrow.

“You said it not me,” he grinned.

You shuffled slightly so you could kiss him on the lips.

“If this place is safe. And we can fix it up, and no herd come through for a while, I’ll think about it. It is a risk no matter where we are, but at least maybe here we can consider this a home rather than a building we decided to live in,” you said in a soft tone, moving back to move your head to rest on his shoulder.

He leant down to kiss your hair.

“Thank you Y/N. Now go to sleep. I’ll stay up just in case the girls need me or if anything happens,” he said softly.

“I love you,” you whispered as you began to fall asleep;

“I love you too.”

[impala-imagines]