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devnmon · 2 years ago

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Bellwood Quarry.

Chapter Four: Written in My Stars

Summary: Daryl and Merle enter the camp for the first time, their fate in the hands of you and the people who vouch for them to stay.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

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Chapter Warnings: Shane Walsh, Merle Dixon being a creep(im sorry), violence, mentions of blood, typical twd warnings

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Leaves crunched under the boots Daryl wore, following hastily in order to not spend another minute in the harsh outer world. The Dixon brothers walked behind you and Glenn as their short journey pushed through a foraging area in the forest, leading to a large clearing, bombarded with many tents and parked vehicles.

Daryl couldn't help but marvel at the amount of people all crowded together in made up camps that took up one area or another. Some tents were made out of random supplies the group had on hand.

The only thing daryl pondered in the moment as he took in the surrounding camp was: How could people band together in such an effortless way, like you all did? Not only that, but amongst the wreckage and chaos, they take care of each other. They tend to each other.

Daryl continued to follow you as you entered the camp grounds, a somewhat odd feeling washing over him, like he was trespassing on someone else's land that he wasn't welcome on. Though, he still trailed in the wake of your leadership.

The two men followed you to the smaller group of people sat around a campfire, all involved in their individual activities. Daryl took a step back awkwardly, realizing he'd trailed too close to your back. Glenn stood at your side, still nervously looking at him and merle.

Chatter among the group echoed and was the only thing Daryl could hear, until you spoke again.

"Gey guys," You uttered, first grabbing the attention of two blonde women sitting nearest to you, before waiting patiently for the others to turn their attention to you.

Realizing the group hadn't heard you, or did and decided to ignore, Daryl only felt heat rise up his neck before he caught the attention of the group before him.

"Hey, listen up!" Before he realized he was the one speaking, everyone around the campfire was turning their heads to look at him. Granted, he'd never met any of these people before, so it was a bit of a rough come-on, especially since he was to be a member of the camp. Daryl could practically sense beads of sweat forming on the palms of his hands as his eyes darted around.

"And who are you?" The older blonde women spoke up objectively, her arm around the younger blonde's shoulder.

Clearing your throat, everyone's eyes shifted towards you with full attention.

"Guys, this is Daryl and Merle Dixon," You gestured to him and his brother, "They're hunters.. Glenn and I found them in the woods while we were foraging. Now listen, I wouldn't bring more people into our camp if I thought they would be a threat to us. In fact, they've agreed to provide food for our group. They can hunt and track and teach us a lot of useful survival stuff."

Everyone looked at you with a suspicious glare, their trust levels at an all time low due to the fact that these people were still like strangers to one another.

Glenn spoke up, keeping his promise to you earlier.

"We obviously talked it over before even telling these guys we had a camp. I trust her, and she trusts them. so whatever Shane says, I'll vouch for them no matter what. We need more food for our group, more meat for our meals, since who knows how long Dale's provisions are gonna last us. At this rate, I say we did the group a favor by bringing them back with us."

It caught Daryl off guard to see Glenn backing you up after what he said in the forest suggest he did anything but that. He glanced at daryl and his brother once again, eyes softer than before, adjusting his baseball cap before giving Daryl a small nod in reassurance.

It was then the crunching of leaves was heard, as Daryl turned his head to see a grey-haired woman approaching him.

"Well, welcome to our group, it's nice to meet you," she spoke, holding out her hand, "I'm Carol, and over there is my daughter, Sophia. Glad to have more people in this camp now that can provide for us."

Daryl's lips straightened into a line as he shook the woman's hand, and held out his hand in a small wave to the young girl.

"Oh yeah? And what does Shane think about this?" another voice called out behind Carol, trying to see who it was as he stood. As she retreated back to her spot next to Sophia, a man with a large build walked over. Daryl watched as he made his way to the four of you, almost threateningly.

"I... haven't talked to him yet. you know where he is, T-dog?" Daryl happen to pick up the aspect about you that wasn't accepting no as an answer. You were stubborn, just like him.

"Down by the water. Go on, before he sees these two and starts yelling with no explanation.. Go!" The man pointed off in the direction he'd said Shane was in.

Just like that, you walked away with a huff in the direction of T-dog's pointed hand. Daryl hadn't realized he was still watching you walk away with every step you took, before Glenn turned back, speaking to Daryl and his brother.

"Until you guys hear back from Y/n, you can sit anywhere you'd like and make yourselves at home. I know it might be awkward now, but once you talk to people, it'll get easier. If we hear back from her that you guys can stay, I'll show you where there's room for you guys to pitch your tents. For now, we wait."

Daryl watched as Glenn took a seat next to an older man who wore a bucket hat. With a nod, Daryl crossed his legs and sat on the ground near the fire.

"I'll get out on a hunt t'morrow, if I get the chance, that is." Daryl added, nodding to Glenn.

"Well, I'm Andrea, and this is my sister Amy." The older blonde woman stood from her seat, holding a welcoming hand out to Daryl, now warm to him after being told who they were. She introduced herself and the younger blonde that sat next to her, who was timidly fiddling with some sticks for the campfire.

"Daryl. An' Merle." Daryl said, tilting his head in the direction of the older Dixon.

"So, you're originally from georgia? I, uh, noticed your accent and was curious." Andrea questioned, trying her luck with a pickup line.

"Yep, born and raised. I'm the older brother, the better one." Merle's voice was heard for the first time since being introduced to the group. Daryl rolled his eyes irritatingly, detesting the way his brother just couldn't help himself from making everything about himself.

"Whatever, dude." Daryl began to collect some scattered branches and threw them into the fire.

"Well, I taught you all ya know, didn't I, brother? Helped you make it this far. Can't deny that." It was then Daryl shot his brother a pointed look.

To shift the conversation from leading somewhere hostile, glenn spoke up.

"Guys, this is the rest of our group," Glenn gestured to the multiple people around him including the older man sat beside him, "This is Aale, that's Jacqui and T-dog, Jim and.. Well i guess you've already been introduced to the others. Except for Shane, Lori.. and Carl."

Daryl looked to everyone as they waved, his brain on the other hand, wracked with all the names he'd have to learn if he got to stay in this camp.

"That's a lotta names.. I'll figure 'em all out if we end up stayin' or not." Daryl's gruff voice explained, as he stood up from the ground, brushing the dirt and wood chips off of his pants. Readjusting the straps of his pack and bow, he heard an unknown man's voice yelling in the distance.

"Here we go.." T-dog mumbled as him and Jacqui broke away from the approaching voice, walking to a different part of the camp. carol and Sophia left the campfire as well, returning back to where Carol's husband was. Daryl saw another figure in the tent they entered, one he assumed was Carol's husband.

"You don't wanna meet that guy, he's an asshole." Andrea spoke lowly, catching Daryl's attention. He only grunted in response, as his ears caught your voice echoing against the other male voice he'd picked up before. Daryl's attention was focused on the overlapping footsteps of the two of you, until he saw your figure walking behind Shane's as he approached the fire pit.

Before Daryl could even introduce himself to the guy, who he'd presumed was Shane walking toward him, Merle stepped in front of his way. You however, stepped out of Merle's way, to stand next to Daryl.

He heard his brother's voice begin to speak, but was thrown off at you choosing to stand next to him, out of all places.

"Hey man, you Shane? Heard a lot about ya through your pals over here. They say you're the man in charge? That true?" Merle's voice spoke in a snide tone, attempting to read the guy in order to get the green flag from Shane that they could stay in the camp.

Daryl had only noticed himself staring at you without noticing when you happen to turn and look at him, the immediate eye contact shaking himself out of his gaze, innocently turning back to the men conversing in front of him like nothing had occurred.

"Yeah, yeah, that's me. Now you wanna tell me what the hell you're doing in my camp?" The man walked towards Daryl and his brother, yelling with his arm raised and hand pointed at them.

"Shane! I just told you about these guys! They'll be good for the group." Your voice sounded in Daryl's ears again, deciding right then and there that he enjoyed hearing the sound of your voice.

She's vouchin' for us, again...

"Yeah, your pretty little friend, Bambi, found us. Thought we could help out the group, and in return.. we'd get a place to lay our heads for a while. That sound fair enough to you?" Daryl wasn't surprised with how Merle trying to assert himself in this situation, he'd always known his brother to never stop his nagging until he gets what he wants.

"Look, we ain't takin' another night on the road..." Daryl pleaded, noticing you turning to listen to what he had to say from out of the corner of his eye. You were doing so when he'd spoken up for the sake of him and his brother.

At that point, Glenn stood, honoring his promise to the brothers and you right then and there, as he vouched for their stay in the camp.

"Shane, i vouch for these guys. Both of them. They can stay as long as they can provide food for the group. They're good hunters, so I don't think we'll be disappointed."

"You know what, I vouch for them too." Dale chimed in, "We need more food, Shane. These guys will bring in a good enough amount to surpass us for now. Come on, son."

Shane had gone silent, considering the pros and cons of having the brothers join the camp, before looking back at the two and nodding.

"Yeah, alright. fine," Shane said, scratching the back of his head, "Y'all gonna show them where they can pitch their tents, and then we'll uh, we'll eat. Dale's got the rest of the non-perishables in his RV, so I'll let him take charge of that, and leave y'all be."

As Shane walked away, Daryl turned to you, eyes meeting the bright smile on your face.

"Well, welcome to the camp, Daryl," your hand was held out for Daryl to shake, which he accepted, "We're glad to have you. I think you'll be a great member and fit in nicely."

Daryl's chest tightened, taking in the smile plastered on your face, which almost made him lighter in mood himself, just by looking at you. Your hand dropped from his, pulling him out of the daydream once again.

"Thanks, I'm glad to be here." Daryl's next course of action was to pitch his tent and get some rest for a while, which you happily agreed to show him and his brother to. You'd led him to an open area behind some other tents that were nearby.

"Here's where you guys can pitch your tents, I'm sure there's enough room for both of them."

"Hey Bambi, you ever catch any tail around here?"

"Do I.. what?"

"You heard me, Bambi. You ever get any?" Merle seethed as his words came out, the perverted joke he was trying to make leaving a nasty taste in the back of your throat.

"Oh, you would like to know, buddy. Even if I did, it wouldn't be with a bigoted asshole like you. Just appreciate the fact that you both are here in our camp. I didn't ask Glenn to vouch for you, but he did, cause he trusts me. Don't make me regret it. Now, I suggest sitting on the other side of the campsite while we eat. And as for you..."

You turned to Daryl, pausing for a moment, as he felt your eyes on him, trailing up and down his body.

"You're not half bad. Just don't let this one get in your way, and you'll be alright. Think dinner will be ready soon, and if you guys need anything else, I'll be at the campfire with the others."

"Gey, girl. Ge's my brother at the end of the day, and I'm gon' stick by him. Only thing I can do is try to keep him from doin' anything crazy. That good with you?"

"If you promise to keep his behavior in check, then yeah, it's cool with me. Now, hurry up. The food's best when it's hot." You began walking back to the main part of camp while the brothers did up their tents.

Your words reverberated in Daryl's head as you got further from him, a reminder of what was waiting for him once he was done.

Food. A full stomach. The absence of grumbling and pains from hunger.

You'd walked back to the main part of camp, but just out of sight, Daryl watching the way your hips swayed in your jeans.

"She can sure pitch my tent.. heheh..." Merle grumbled, loud enough for Daryl to hear, taunting him as his brother realized he was watching you.

"Just shut up and get your shit done." Daryl worked diligently to get his tent built, and soon enough, it stood tall against the trees. Content with his work, Daryl went on to set up the interior of his tent, removing his clothes from his pack, messily throwing them in one big, unorganized pile. He continued with his cot, setting it upright and then draping its surface with a blanket or two, and his pillow.

As he finished setting his bow down, the smell of cooked food wafted from the campfire.

"Alright, brother. I'm gonna get some of that food, so you'd best hurry if you wanna get some too." Merle called out, the hunger calling him over to where the smell of beans and other soups were being heated for their meal.

"Yeah, don't wait up for me." Daryl hollered back, grabbing for the leather at the very bottom of his pack. He was going to do the thing he's done since childhood, something he always remembered to do amongst the chaos in his life.

Sure enough, Daryl took the leather bound journal from his pack, along with his trusty pen. Deciding to savor the moment without his brother, the itch to write came spontaneously.

The leather journal fell open, pages being turned as Daryl's pen hit the paper the minute he saw another clear page.

Day four

Finally found some people. Livin' ones. Up by the quarry. Whole group. Convinced Merle to hold off on his plan since its been a while since we’ve eaten. Might stay for a few days then take what we need n leave. Been anxious most times, don't wanna get my hopes up for shit that ain't gonna last. But I just wanna eat n get goin'.

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scarisd3ad · 1 year ago

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To the end and back | Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Nineteen - long story short I survived

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Warnings - regular twd warnings

Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Word count - 8030

A/n - welcome to season 3 of to the end and back! And this is a long one.

'Seed'

S3 ep 1

it's been almost 4 months since we found Casey all alone in the woods and so much has changed since then. we've been bouncing around from town to town trying to find somewhere permanent to live, somewhere that has walls or fences or something to keep walkers out. carol and I have been learning from Hershel just in case Lori gives birth and he's not there. I'm the more educated between the two of us so I would be the one to perform the c-section if Hershel wasn't there but that's a big if.

Casey is stood beside me while Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, Carl, and Rick clear this house we've found. Casey is 5 years old, she has bright blonde hair, and freckles littering her cheeks. she looks up at me with her big blue eyes, her brows are furrowed "are we going to stay here tonight?" Casey asks, "I dunno Case" I whisper "do you think Daryl's alright?" Casey has gotten close with Daryl despite his hesitation around the young child staying with us in the first few weeks. Rick whistles and we all begin to walk towards the house. Casey reaches up and grabs my hand as we walk towards the house. Lori waddles towards her husband, she's really pregnant now I'm sure she'll probably give birth in the coming weeks.

we're all gathered around in a living room like space in the house. Daryl is sat next to me with Casey leaning over his leg with her elbows propped up on his thigh while he messes with an owl he found. "What are you gonna do with that owl?" she asks her eyes filled with curiosity "eat it" he replies bluntly, her nose scrunches up in disgust "is it good?" she whispers as her brows furrow together "when you're hungry" I chuckle at his response. Carl walks into the room and places two cans of dog food he's found on the floor in front of him. on the road food is scarce so we eat whatever the hell we can find. he pulls a can opener out of his bag and begins to open up one of the cans. Rick walks over to his son and picks the can up off of the ground, Carl looks up at Rick with his brows furrowed together. rick tosses the can angrily which makes Daryl look up from the bird in his hands. Rick looks like he's about to say something when T-dog brings our attention to a small herd of walkers stumbling their way towards the house. we all grab up our weapons and the things we brought in before running out a back door. I kneel down in front of Casey and bring my pointer finger up my lips. she nods and repeats the motion to me before we run out the back door. I throw the stuff I brought in into the back of Shane's old car that is now Maggie and Glenns car before walking over to the passenger side door. I open up the door and get in before letting Casey hop up into my lap and closing the door. Hershel and Maggie get into the back seat while Glenn gets in the front and starts up the car.

Casey is sat in my lap with her head pressed against my chest as she snored soundly. there are some pieces of her hair that is stuck to her forehead. I run my hand over her hair pushing her hair off of her forehead. I was finally getting used to the whole taking care of a child thing, yeah, I took care of carl and the other kids that were a part of our group, but I was able to give them back at the end of the day. there aren't any parents to give Casey back to Daryl and I have taken that responsibility. we take care of putting her to sleep getting clothes for her, feeding her, and making sure she gets to grow up just like any other kid would that wasn't in the middle of the apocalypse.

I lean my head down a bit and press a kiss to her forehead. I look up to see Glenn smiling before he quickly looks back at the road. Casey has taken a liking to Glenn and Maggie as well calling them aunt Maggie and Uncle Glenn. we didn't tell her to call them that she just started calling them that and who are we to tell her not to, we are like a big family anyways. Caseys eyes pop open when we hit a big bump in the road. she gasps as she sits up straight, she turns herself towards the window watching as the trees and other things quickly pass by. "Uncle Glenn" she whispers as she presses her left hand against the glass. "Yeah bug?" he replies back with a nickname he came up for her when he found out about her love for any type of bug. "Where are we going?"

"Wherever Rick takes us."

we stop on a small road surrounded by forest. I open the door letting Casey hop out before I get out as well and close the door behind us. she grabs my hand as everyone else begins to gather around the hood of Glenn and Maggie's car. Glenn spreads a map of the area across the hood of his car. Casey pulls at my arm, I look down with my brows furrowed "can I go to Beth?" she whispers, I let out a sigh. Beth was supposed to be keeping watch and I'm sure she doesn't want a little kid she possibly has to keep safe if anything were to happen. "Are you going to mess with her or help her keep watch?" I ask, her brows furrow together as if she's trying to decide what she's going to do "I'll help her I promise" I sigh again as I nod "go ahead but if she tells you to come back you come right back to me do you understand?" she nods before letting go of my hand and running off towards Beth. I watch as she interacts with Beth talking to her probably telling her she wants to help before Beth looks up at me. I make a facial expression as if I'm asking if it's alright and Beth nods, so I turn towards that car and prop my elbows up onto the hood as I lean over looking at the map.

"we've got no place left to go" there are so many herds around here mostly walkers who are roaming out of the city's and they're just grouping together more and more creating bigger and bigger herds. "When this herd meets up with this one, we'll be cut off. we'll never make it south" Maggie states as she points to two places where we last saw 2 herds that we're definitely going to join together soon. "What would you say? that was about 150 head?" Daryl asks as he leans himself against the car. Glenn shrugs "that was last week, it could be twice that by now" Hershel points to a river that we passed by earlier this week that was definitely also in that herds path "this river could have delayed them. if we move fast, we might have a shot to tear right through there." Hershel says, T-dog cuts Hershel off by saying "yeah, but if this group joins with that one, they could spill out this way" there's so many potential scenarios that could have happened that there's no way of predicting where they are and how many walkers are a part of that herd by now. "So, we're blocked" Maggie sighs.

Rick steps forwards muttering "only thing to do is double back at 27 and swing towards Greenville" as he shows what we should do with his finger on the map. we've already been there; we've picked through everything left in every town in the fucking area we're going to have to eventually go somewhere else. "Yeah we-we picked through that already. it's like we spent the winter going in circles" T-dog's right we've spent the entire winter running around in circles staying in small storage units, basement, and houses while we picked through anything left in the abandoned neighborhoods and convenience stores nearby. soon enough we're going to run out of places to go here and have to leave or at least find a place where we can start farming our own food.

Rick nods agreeing with t-dog "yeah I know, I know. at Newnan we'll push west haven't been through there yet. we can't keep going house to house. we need to find someplace to hole up for a few weeks" Lori's going to give birth any day now and I don't think we can do that on the road. we need a house or a place that Lori is able to stay in while she recovers from the birth and the road is definitely not the place. "Alright, it cool if we go to the creek before we head out? won't take long. we gotta fill up on water. we can boil it later." T-dog says Rick nods waving them off as he says, "knock yourself out."

I walk over to where Beth and Casey are stood, Caseys smaller hand is interlocked with Beth's as she quietly talks to Beth. "c'mon case you wanna come sit in the car with me?" I ask, Casey lets go of Beth's hand as she nods. I grab Casey's hand and thank Beth for watching Casey while the adults talked. I walk Casey back to the car and get in the car first before letting her hop up onto my lap. "let's get this hair pulled up so no walkers can get ahold of it" I say, and she scrunches her nose up as she turns around in my lap, so the back of her head is facing me. "I don't like walkers" she mumbles as I run my fingers through her hair "neither do I" I reply as I pull her hair up into a ponytail and secure it with a hair tie I had on my wrist. "they're yucky" she mutters, I chuckle "yeah they're yucky." she turns back around in my lap so she's facing me. "where'd Daryl go?" she whispers as her brow furrow in confusion "he went hunting with Rick, but he'll be back soon" I explain, her brows raise up as she nods "I hope he doesn't find another owl" she mutters which makes me laugh. that owl was something I refused to eat it, but he shared some of it with Casey and I don't think she liked it as much as she wished she would. he tried explaining to her that it tasted like chicken, but she was not convinced after she took the first bite.

she leans her head against my chest as she lets out a little sigh. "Are you guys going to forget about me when the baby comes?" she whispers. my brows furrowed together as I look down at her. I don't know why she'd ask that question; we gave Casey a lot of attention, everyone in the group did maybe it was because she was the youngest in the group. I can remember everyone giving carl and Sophia a lot of attention back at the quarry because they were the youngest kids in the group. "Why would we do that Case?" I ask, she just shrugs before turning her head up towards mine "because I won't be the youngest anymore the baby will" she whispers I cup her face with both of my hands "I promise I won't forget you, and neither with Daryl" she smiles up at me before asking "what about Beth and uncle Glenn and aunt Maggie?" she asks I shake my head as I smile "and neither will they. we all love you case we won't forget about you" I say softly as I let go of her face.

Daryl and Rick come running back to us shouting about how they found a place that they could possibly turn into a safe place for us to live. they lead us back to a prison that is currently overrun with walker, but we can clear out the yard first and then slowly make our way in clearing out block after block. Casey's hand is held tightly in mine as Rick cuts open the fence. there's a good amount of walkers in the yard right now but we can clear them out easily what I'm worried about is the inside because we can't even predict how many are in there. there are a couple walkers around the fence of prison, but Glenn and Maggie take them out quickly. rick finally gets the fence cut wide enough so we can all squeeze through. we all get through to the other side before Rick and Daryl tie it back up with a cable.

We all follow Daryl as he runs towards where the entrance to the yard is. walkers chase up on either side of the fence as they bang at the flimsy metal. Daryl pushes the gate open. this new area is cleared of walker too. Rick drops the bag he was holding as we all file into the area. "it's perfect" Rick mutters. if we're able to clear this place out this will be perfect. there are fences to keep walkers out, guard towers to keep watch, a big yard to grow our own produce, and a gigantic prison. we could probably start taking people in if we wanted to it.

"If we can shut that gate, prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. we'll take the field by tonight" Rick states as a few walkers begin banging at the fence trying to get to us. "So how do we shut the gate?" Hershel asks, Rick turns his head back to look at the gate that's open. Ricks brows furrow as he thinks. "I'll do it. you guys cover me" Glenn speaks up, Maggie shakes her head "no. it's a suicide run." he turns looking at his girlfriend who is still shaking her head. Glenn is always the first one to offer himself as a sacrifice so the others in group will be safe, I disapprove of his way of thinking, but he doesn't ever listen to me. "I'm the fastest" Rick shakes his head as well as he says "no you, Maggie, and Beth draw as many as you can over there. pop'em through the fence." Rick explains as he points to the fence "Daryl, go back to the other tower. carol, you've become a pretty good shot." he walks over to carol and says "take your time. we don't have a lot of ammo to waste" in a quieter voice before turning to Hershel "Hershel, you carl, and y/n. take this tower." carl nods mumbling "okay" before he and Hershel run towards the stairs that lead up to the tower. I kneel down in front of Casey who's still holding my hand tightly. "you're gonna stay with Lori, alright?" she nods "make sure to hold her hand alright" I say before running after carl and Hershel.

I look down to the ground making sure Casey is holding Lori's hand before reloading my gun and beginning to shoot. my aim has gotten so much better since back at the farm. I try not wasting ammo only shooting if I really know I'll make the shot. Rick runs across the yard before closing the gate. rick shoots a couple walkers in his way before getting into another guard tower in the yard. "Light it up!" Daryl shouts when he knows Rick is in no way able to get shot while we're finishing off the left-over walkers. Rick appears up at the top and helps us finish off the rest of the walkers.

once we're finished, we all come down from the guard towers. "Fantastic!" carol giggles as her and Daryl walk over to where Carl, Hershel, and I are coming out of the 2nd guard tower. "Good job" Daryl whispers as he presses a small kiss to my temple. Casey lets go of Lori hand and runs over to Daryl and I. "we, did it?" she asks cocking her head to the side a bit. "mhm we did it" I reply as she grabs for Daryl's hand. "Hold my hand" she demands, he looks down at her his brows furrowed together before muttering "alright c'mon kid" she's got him wrapped around her finger, its actually really cute how much of a soft spot he has for the little girl. Casey drags Daryl into the yard by his hand and I follow after them. carol runs into the yard "oh, oh we haven't had this much space since we left the farm!" she cries out as she runs around like a little kid.

Casey lets go of Daryl's hand and begins to run around doing cartwheels. "Daryl! can you do a cartwheel!" she shouts as she does a few cartwheels in a row. Daryl stops and I walk over to him as he watches the little girl continue to do cartwheels. "No, I can't fu- I can't." I laugh as he tries censoring himself, "don't hurt yourself Case!" I shout as she stops cartwheeling to look at me. "I won't!" she says before she does a few more cartwheels. "You sure you can't do one of those D?" I ask and he scoffs "you tryin' to fuckin' kill me?" I laugh and roll my eyes at his exaggeration. Casey does a few cartwheels consecutively counting each one out loud "one, two, three four...oof" she stops for a second before falling onto her butt. my once calm and expression quickly morphs into concern. she quickly gets up shouting "I'm alright!"

we start up a fire and make dinner for ourselves, for the first time in months we're all happy. we've spent months almost freezing to death, staying in small storage units, and starving to death but finally we have some hope. Casey is sat in my lap; she eats as I braid her hair. "Mmm just like mom used to make" Glenn mutters before hurling the bone across the yard. Rick had rounded the entire yard 15 million times checking the fences its actually starting to get concerning. he just keeps going in circles stopping occasionally to speak to Daryl who is on watch. "Tomorrow we'll pull the bodies together, want to keep them away from that water, now if we can dig a canal under the fence, we'll have uh plenty of fresh water" T-dog declares, "and this soil is good. we could plant some seed, grow some tomatoes, cucumber, soybeans" Hershel sits straight before pointing to Rick "that's his third time around...if there was any part of it compromised, he'd have found it by now" I tie the second braid up with a hair tie before patting her back signaling to her that I'm finished.

she crawls out of my lap and crawls over to Glenn. "Hey bug" he whispers as she takes a seat in between him and Maggie. everyone in the group treats her like their own kid it's really sweet. Casey leans herself against Maggie as she stares into the fire. Beth leans forward toward Lori who's sat next to her "this'll be a good place to have the baby..safe." a small smile forms on Lori's lips. the entire winter was us trying to stay alive not living just surviving and I think place is going to be the place to change that. "Bethy, sing paddy Reilly for me, I haven't heart that, I think, since your mother was alive" Hershel requests. Beth's head hangs low, maybe its connected to a bad memory because Maggie says "daddy, not that one please" the three are silent for a few seconds before Hershel says, "how bout uh 'the partin' glass'?" Beth looks embarrassed as she looks to her father and says, "no one wants to hear." quietly. "Why not?" Glenn says. Maggie has an encouraging smile on her face as her sisters mumbles "okay" Beth is quiet for a few seconds before she begins to sing "of all the money e'er I had I spent it in good company" her voice is quiet almost as if she's a bit embarrassed to be singing by herself, "and all the harm e'er I've ever done, alas it was to none but me and all I've done for want of wit to memory now I can't recall." Hershel has a soft smile on his face as he watches his youngest daughter sing "so fill to me, the parting glass goodnight and joy be with you all." Beth stops and looks at her sister like she's telepathically asking her to sing with her.

both girls begin to sing "oh all the comrades that e'er I had were sorry for my going away and all the sweethearts that e'er I had would wish me one more day to stay..." Rick sits down next to his son and Carl hands Rick a bowl of food that he then try's handing it to Lori who whispers "I had some" but ends up grabbing some just to make her husband happy. Glenn has this lovesick look on his face as he admires his girlfriend as she sings, its cute watching him fall so helplessly in love with Maggie. "But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise, and you should not. I'll gently rise and ill softly call goodnight and joy be with you all, goodnight and joy be with you all" Hershel smiles as he says "beautiful" in response to his girls singing. "Better all turn in, I'll take watch other there. got a big day tomorrow" Rick mutters.

Casey looks over towards Daryl who is stood with carol. she gets up and runs to him. he grunts as she almost knocks him over in a hug. he tries to seem all tough, just patting her back. I push myself off of the ground and walk over to the two. "Look at my hair Daryl" she says stepping back a bit to show him her hair. "Looks pretty" he mutters as he pats her head. "y/n did it for me" Casey giggles as I press a kiss to Daryl's cheek. "mhm she did a good job" Daryl wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer. "Look I know were all exhausted. this was a great win, but we've gotta push just a little bit more" rick says as I lean my head onto Daryl's shoulder. "Most of the walkers are dressed as guards and prisoners. looks like this place fell pretty early. it could mean the supplies may be intact. they'd have an infirmary, a commissary." this place could truly be a home forever. we'd just have to make small runs here and there into the towns surrounding it to get things when we're running low. "An armory?" Daryl asks his voice vibrating through his body making me raise my head off of his shoulder. "That would be outside the prison itself, but not too far away wardens' office would have info on the locations. weapons, food, medicine. this place could be a gold mine." it definitely could be, looking at the state of the outside of the prison it seemed like no one has come in or out since the outbreak, there definitely could be a lot of items that could be useful.

"We are dangerously low on ammo; we'd run out before we make a dent" Hershel states. my arms cross over my chest "that's why we have to go in there, hand to hand." we all look a little nervous we don't ever go in somewhere that is potentially overrun by walkers with no guns. it's stupid and basically just throwing yourself at the walkers and screaming at them to eat you. but we're so low on ammo that we'd run out not even halfway through the prison, so we have to. "After all we've been through, we can handle it, I know it. these assholes don't stand a chance" Rick bends over a bit towards carl as he whispers that with a smile. Carl nods and smiles up at his dad agreeing. Rick stands up and begins to walk away. Lori looks up at him, a guilty look on her face. Rick and her relationship have been rocky ever since Shane died, we can tell Lori's just a little mad at rick for killing him or maybe making Carl kill walker Shane. Rick also has pent up resentment towards Lori after he found out what happened between her and Shane, I think he blames her for ruining the friendship between him and Shane. but I think Shane was always a shitty man, he didn't just go for Lori because the world was ending, he had a thing for Lori way before rick went into a coma, I didn't even know the man before that happened and I could tell. no man just goes for a woman like that, it was like he had some sort of plan all along.

we all set up for the night, pulling out the blankets and sleeping bags we've collected along the way. I watch as Daryl sets up a little pallet of blankets and sleeping bags for us to lay on. Casey is stood next to him instructing him on where to place each blanket. "Right there Daryl that one's mine" she says as she points to where she's chosen to sleep. Daryl nods and places the blanket down. once he's done, she lays down and Daryl kneels down beside her. I'm sat just a few inches away sat on the ground just watching encounter. Casey tells Daryl to lean further down, and he does before she presses a kiss to his cheek. "Night Daryl" she whispers as she lays back down. the encounter between the two makes us feel like a real family, not like a mismatched group of people from different places. Daryl and I sit up a little later than everyone else talking.

"You think this'll last?" I ask my head cocking to the side as I look at him. he shrugs and grunts a quiet "Dunno" I lean my head onto his shoulder. "I hope I miss having a home" I whisper, he nods. we sit there listening to each other breath. I try matching his breathing before I give up realizing this man probably doesn't breathe as much as he should. "I love you, Daryl."

"I love you too sunshine.'"

the next day we wake up bright and early and make up a plan. Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Daryl, t-dog and I would go in and clear another part of the prison out, hopefully a block, while carol, Lori, Carl, Beth, Hershel, and Casey will stay on the other side of the fence drawing as many walkers as possible towards them to kill them through the fence. it was a good plan, foul proof. "Ready?" Rick nods and rips open the fence, we all go in trying to stay in a circular formation. we all start killing as soon as the walkers start stumbling towards us. one inmate staggers towards me so I raise my knife and stab it a few times in the head until it falls to the ground. t-dog runs out of our formation "don't break rank!" Rick shouts as t-dog picks up a police shield. Maggie follows t-dog to cover him "Maggie! Maggie!" she stabs one walker in the head before running back to us. "Almost there" Rick states as we walk under a bridge like thing. he pushes open a door making sure there aren't any walkers in that room before continuing past it. Rick stops peaking around the corner before quickly pressing his back flat against the wall "shit" he hisses, we all follow quickly pressing ourselves against the wall trying to be as unseen as we possibly can. 2 walkers stumble out from behind a big trash can they definitely saw us. they're dressed in bullet proof padding and helmets. two more stumble out closer to us than the other two, this was going to be difficult. they turn towards us watching Daryl who slowly steps towards them. he tries shooting one with his crossbow, but the arrow just slips past the hard plastic face covering. it growls at him before it starts staggering towards him. Rick quickly runs out from behind the wall were hiding behind and is followed by t-dog. a walker stumbles out of the door we just checked getting up into Maggie's face, about to bite her until she hits it in the head and shoves it.

"Daryl!!"

the walkers that were behind that fence are coming out from all of the racket we were making. most of these walkers are inmates, there aren't any helmets or padding blocking us from delivering a straight and easy kill. we kill off the few that had ventured out of the area before Rick and Daryl quickly close and secure the gate. these last few in the padding and helmets are going to be difficult. Maggie's got one pushing up against her, it almost pushes her over before she gets it straight in the neck. it falls to the ground limply before she turns to t-dog, Glenn, and I her eyes bright and filled with pride "see that?" her celebration is quickly interrupted by another one of them walkers charging towards T and Glenn. they both stop it quickly before stabbing it right through the neck. the walker falls to the ground, Glenn and t-dog are left there panting. Rick pushes one walker to the ground before kneeling down over it and pulling its mask off. its face pulls with though making a horrifying squelching sound. we all have a similar grossed out reaction to that. Rick lifts his knife above the walker's head before bringing it down right into its eye. Maggie runs off to a walker behind Rick that seemed to still be moving. she lifts it up off of the ground and lifts its mask up before stabbing right into its face. she drops it back down to the ground as Rick stands up off of the walker he was just killing. Maggie runs to us as Rick turns around staring at the large crowd of walkers banging on the fence.

when we're finally finished with all the walkers in this area we begin to walk back towards the yard. Glenn starts running but is stopped by Rick "stop" Glenn stops and stares back at Rick brows furrowed in confusion. Rick is slowly taking steps backwards as he scans every part of this area making sure there aren't any walkers left in the area. "Well, it looks secure" Glenn says. Daryl shakes his head and points towards the area that is filled with walkers "not from the look of that courtyard over there" he says, he then points to a walker dressed in regular street clothes "'n that's a civilian" there had to be some sort of hole or maybe a door open up on the front letting walkers in. the entire place could be filled with walkers if that was what was wrong. "So, the interior could be overrun with walkers from outside the prison." T has his had pressed against a wall as he says that. "Well, if there's walls down, what are we going to do? we can't rebuild this whole place" Glenn says with a small shrug "we can't risk a blind spot. we have to push in" Rick says as he begins to walk towards a door. we follow after rick walking into a cage like area. we all stop at an orange door making sure we're all ready for whatever we find inside. Daryl slides open the door, Rick walks in first and then Daryl before we all follow after. the inside is dark it's hard to see if anything is in front of us. Rick pushes open a door that leads into an area that was probably used for recreational time. the door squeaks eerily as he does so. Glenn slides the door closed behind us making the area even more dark than it was before. it's pretty much clear. there are tables on the ground floor and a guard tower above. Rick goes up into the guard area. he finds some keys which is progress.

Rick unlocks a door that leads into block c. this area also seems clear. the doors to the cells are all opened wide and there's trash littering the floor but there isn't any groaning or growling so that's a good sign. we look into each cell making sure there aren't any alive walkers that haven't noticed that we are here yet. there are only dead walkers on the bottom floor though. there is some loud clanging that makes Rick follow Daryl up into the top floor. there is some growling before both walkers up there are promptly killed.

we move the walker into a pile before letting everyone inside. I hold Casey's hand as we walk into the dark cellblock. "What do you think?" Rick asks as we walk in. "home sweet home." Glenn jokes. "For the time being" Rick replies. Casey looks up her eyes flicking between each cell. "it's secure?" Lori asks her husband, Rick nods "this cellblock is." Hershel steps forwards as he asks, "what about the rest of the prison."

"In the morning, we'll find the cafeteria and infirmary." Rick replies as he begins to walk towards us. "We sleep in the cells?" Beth asks, Rick nods "I found some keys on some guards. Daryl has a set, too" Daryl interrupts Rick muttering "I ain't sleepin' in no cage. I'll take the perch" I roll my eyes at his stubbornness, if this is permanent hell be sleeping in a "cage" for the rest of his life. "c'mon case let's find one to sleep in" Casey shakes his head "I don't wanna sleep in one of those either" she whispers. I let out a sigh "I want to sleep with Daryl" she adds. "Alright c'mon let's ask him" I grab her hand and we walk up the steps to where Daryl has decided he's sleeping. I had no doubt that Daryl would say yes to Casey, but I hoped he'd try to convince her to sleep in a cell with Beth or maybe carl we haven't had any time that was just Daryl and I in a long time.

"Go ask him" I whisper as I nudge her forwards towards Daryl who has now drug a mattress into the perch. "Daryl, can we sleep up here with you?" she asks her voice is quiet as she anxiously tetters back and forth on her heals. he looks down at Casey before he nods. Casey turns to me with an enthusiastic smile before running off to one of the cells to grab a mattress for herself. I walk over to Daryl and lean myself into him, his arms wrap around me before he presses a kiss to the top of my head. "I'm exhausted" I whisper into his shoulder; I wasn't only physically exhausted I was also mentally exhausted. the entire winter was just so draining that it felt like I needed to sleep for an entire week just to recover. "I know" he mutters as he rubs circles into my back. "I got a bed!" I turn out of Daryl's arms to see a breathless Casey dragging a mattress into the perch. "Oh, case I've got it" I say as I quickly walk over to her. I take the mattress out of her hands and drag it over so its next to Daryl's. "Do you want me to get you one?" she asks as she looks up at me. I laugh and shake my head "no I've got it case."

I'm kneeled down in front of Lori, she's worried about the baby, she says she hasn't felt it kick in a while. "I'm sure you haven't lost it Lori they might be..sleeping" I whisper she shakes her head "no...I have this feeling" I take my hand and press it against her belly trying to coax the baby to move just to show Lori that it's still alive. there isn't any movement "carol can you get Hershel for me?" I ask, she nods and walks out of the cell. I try everything I've learned to try and get the baby to move, and it just won't. "Maybe it's just tired Lori y'know we've been moving around so much...maybe it can feel how exhausted you are" I say just as Hershel and carol walk into the cell. I scoot over a bit letting Hershel kneel down in front of Lori. "it's the baby I think I lost it" she whispers with head hung low, "you haven't felt it move?" Hershel asks her. she shakes her head muttering "nothing." before choking out "and no Braxton-hicks" there is a possibility that she's lost the baby, she's been so stressed lately and how much the group has been moving around that could have caused her to miscarry. "At first I thought it was exhaustion or malnutrition." she explains, "your anemic?" she nods before lowering her head again and whispering "if we're all infected, then so's the baby. so, what if its stillborn?" that's something I never took into consideration, if she miscarried the baby and it reanimates in her womb that could. "What if its dead inside me right now? what if it rips me apart" a tear falls down her cheek as Hershel places a hand on her knee "stop, don't let your fear take control of you." she nods and sniffles "okay. then let's say it lives and I die during childbirth." Hershel shakes his head "that is not going to happen."

"Why not? how many women died in childbirth before modern medicine?" she whispers through tears, many women died in childbirth during modern medicine, and we are just 3 people who barely have experience in the medical field. there is a lot of risk involved with preforming a c-section without and prior experience. Hershel has only ever preformed on animals while carol and I have never performed surgery on anyone ever. I went to medical school for 2 years before the outbreak and everything carol has learned is from Hershel and I. if we make one wrong move with the blade she could die and who the fuck can live with the guilt of killing someone like that. I wouldn't ever be able to look Carl, Rick, or that baby in the eyes ever again. I would never be able to live with the guilt of killing someone's mother on accident.

"If I come back, what if I attack it? or you? or Rick? or Carl?" she shakes her head as she takes a deep breath in "if I do, if there is any chance, you put me down immediately, you don't hesitate. me, the baby." she chokes on her words as a few tears fall down her cheeks "if we're walkers, you don't hesitate and you don't try to save us. okay?" I grab Lori's hand and caress the top with my thumb "we won't have to; you and the baby will be perfectly fine...I promise" she shakes her head as more tears fall down her cheeks "you can't promise me that....it might have been better-" she stops herself as a rob racks through her body "if what?" Hershel asks "if I'd never made it off the farm" she confesses.

"you're exhausted, frightened." she nods and mutters "yeah that's true...my son can't stand me, and my husband after what I put him through..." she sighs as she shakes her head. the grimes family has been rocky since the farm. I think carl might've found out what had happened between Shane and Lori, Rick he's resentful, I think he might blame her for Shane's death, and Lori she tries she really does try to make it up to both of them, but it never seems to work. Carl doesn't even know what happened he's just heard about Shane and Lori's affair he doesn't know about what Shane did to her at the CDC or how he tried to kill his dad multiply time he just knows that Lori broke apart their family. " we've all been carrying that weight. all winter" more tears fall down Lori's cheeks as she cries "I tried to talk to him he..." she shakes her head as tears continue falling as she lowers her head "he'll come around" Hershel reassures her but she's not convinced. I think the whole group was hoping that this baby might fix something within the family maybe bring them back together but that still hasn't happened. I guess we just have to wait until its born to see. "He hates me, he's too good of a man to say it but I know" part of me wants to slap Rick and tell him about all the conversations I overheard between Lori and Shane. all the manipulation that had gone on while he was 'dead'. the things I heard him tell Lori always had an underlying tone of manipulation no matter what. 'he's dead Lori, he'd want you to be happy' 'c'mon Lori he won't care he's dead' it was the same way with Carl like Shane wanted to make him forget about his dad. I'm sure he wanted to replace Rick entirely and he was close to doing so until Rick came back from the dead. I wanted to tell Rick how when I first joined the group I watched as Shane tried to squeeze himself into a grieving mother and sons' family.

while Lori and Carl grieved their father and husband's death Shane was plotting and planning trying to figure out the best way to replace Rick. I just wanted rick to understand what happened because he wasn't there to watch and almost everyone who was there is dead. Dale watched continuously so did Amy and Andrea. Amy and I watched, every kiss to on the cheek or an arm around a shoulder had some underlying plan to it. Rick thought Shane was a good man turned bad by circumstance, but Shane was always a bad man who just took advantage of a horrible situation to let himself flourish.

"I put him and Shane at odds. I put that knife in his hand." Lori says through sobs. she brings her hand up to her face wiping tears as they fall. "You know who doesn't give a shit about that? this baby" Lori chuckles as she looks back up at Hershel "now let's make sure everything is alright."

"Do you have to go with them?" I'm kneeled in front of Casey; we're all stood in the cellblock getting ready to go into some hallway like things that lead to other parts of the prison. "They need my help case" a whisper as I cradle her face in my hands. "you're gonna stay with Lori alright? and Beth is staying here with you too" she shakes her head "b-but Daryl's already going can't you stay with me? I don't want anything to happen to you" I caress her cheek with my thumb "nothings gonna happen bug I promise" since her mother and father died, she's been terrified of Daryl or I leaving and not coming back. days like this when both of us have to go somewhere is her worst nightmare. "Now give me a hug and I promise me, and Daryl will come back in one piece" she hugs me, and I practically have to pull her off of me to hand her over to Lori.

Daryl locks the door behind us as Maggie, Glenn, T, Rick, Hershel and I file into the hallway area. we follow after Rick as he shines his flashlight down the hallway. there's nothing but corpses littering the hallway but no walker yet. water leaks from the ceiling as we make sure each corpse is truly dead.

Glenn marks each hallway signaling which direction we came from so we know how to get back to our cellblock. Maggie shrieks as she turns a corner right into Glenn. "sorry" Glenn mutters to his girlfriend. we turn down the next hallway and there still aren't any walkers maybe there just aren't any walkers in here. maybe they were all stuck outside and hadn't really made it inside of the prison yet. Glenn marks the wall as we continue down the hallway. it seems like were really lucky until we turn a corner and there's maybe a dozen or so standing there like they were just waiting for us. "Go back, go back go back!" Rick hisses, we all begin to sprint down the way we came. this was a job for guns not knives.

we get split from Glenn and Maggie as were running down the hallways. there must have been a group of walkers that cut them off causing them to have to run back. we have to stop and hide up in a closet to recuperate and figure out what we were going to do. "where's Glenn and Maggie?" Rick whispers "we have to go back" walkers and groaning and growling as they stumble past the closet were hiding in. "but which way?" Rick gets up off of the ground and pushes the door open as slowly as he can to minimize the noise it makes. we follow him as we walk into the now empty hallway. we retrace our steps making sure to be extra careful this time.

"Maggie! Glenn!" Hershel whisper shouts down a clear hallway. we're walking down the hallways whispering Glenn and Maggie's name down each one when we hear a horrifying scream that makes us all turn around and run towards the sound. "No!" we run back down the way we came to see a walker taking a big chomp out of Hershel's ankle. Rick pulls his gun and shoots the walker before we all run to Hershel's side. Hershel's wailing and so is Maggie who had just turned the corner. Glenn and Rick help Hershel up and we're just about to begin running back towards our block when walkers block us on both sides. it seems like were running forever before we come across another pair of double doors that are being kept shut by a pair of handcuffs. the handcuffs are cut off before were running into the new room. Daryl and t-dog are keeping the door shut while the rest of us are gathered around Hershel.

everyone else is holding him down while I'm looking down at the big chunk that is missing from his ankle. "Y-you're just gonna have to cut it off Rick" I whisper just loud enough so Rick could hear over Hershel's loud whimpering. Rick nods and shakily takes off his belt before tying it just a little bit above the wound. "there's only one way to keep you alive" Rick then brings the axe above his head before he begins to hack at Hershel's leg.

Hershel's loud screams of agony almost masks the disturbing crunch, crunch, crunch of the axe cutting through his bone. finally, the lower part of his leg is no longer attached and oh god have I never seen that much blood in my life. the axe falls to the ground with a loud clang and Rick stands up. "Oh, he's bleeding out" Hershel is passed out and blood is just pouring from his leg. "I-" I'm about to say something when I hear Daryl mutter "duck" and I see a group of people in the corner of my eye. Daryl stands up pointing his crossbow at the group of inmates as he slowly makes his way towards them.

"Holy shit."

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steviebeastinks · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,004 times in 2022

That's 2,256 more posts than 2021!

19 posts created (1%)

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I tagged 2,298 of my posts in 2022

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#tumblr report - 177 posts

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#goncharov - 100 posts

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#unreality - 84 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#we joke that we wouldn’t have gotten along but i think that as long as no other kids got in the way we could have been so kind to each other

I sent 3 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

men’s bathrooms are so scary why does anyone bother with this !!! why can’t all bathrooms be single person, spacious, and non gendered 😭

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i don’t use twitter anymore so idk how the fandom is reacting but here’s my prediction on how ppl are handling dream’s face reveal:

fan artists upset that he is not the blond twink they’ve been drawing for the past 3 years or whatever

ppl who go bat shit fucking crazy over the fact that his reason for revealing it now had to do with being best friends w George (dnf stans r probably frothing rn)

the undying loyalists who are fucking STOKED even tho he’s Just Some Guy

the trolls i already saw in his comments section saying he looks like lord farquaad 💀

everyone else:

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i have finally…………..changed my high school blog name………….

starrynightsandfairylights, may she rest in peas

steviebeastinks is the new sheriff in town >:))

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time to finally make a pinned post ahaha

i’m stevie (he/they), 22 years old 🐝

if ur from tiktok, hi! u found me! this blog is a secret unless we’re mutuals then i lov u 💛

i mostly reblog shitposts & political stuff but sometimes also art n pretty shit ⭐️

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My #1 post of 2022

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“Arbor Square” is a goofy & introspective adult animated comedy series created by Eli Murphy and Stevie Maxwell. It follows Quinn and Jonathan, a pair of incompetent roommates-turned-baristas trying to make lives for themselves in the quirky titular borough of Arbor Square.

Quinn is a non-binary wild card who spends their free time getting up to (semi-legal) shenanigans!

Jonathan is a neurotic but soft-hearted lover boy who is often the only thing standing between Quinn and a prison sentence!

Their boss Cassian does his best to maintain order and drive up profits for Arbor Square Coffee & Kombucha, but he’s locked in a bitter and potentially steamy feud with Jessica, the manager of the Skybears coffee chain across the street!

Glenn, an eccentric hippie from a bygone era, is the cafe’s number one patron and rounds out the main cast!

Together this odd group will discover what it means to be neighbors in the age of wage work and late-stage capitalism >:)

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fearowkenya · 6 months ago

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ive been playing ever crisis in the meantime because i was like. ok maybe i should put this under a readmore in case spoilers. ever crisis discussion and how it intersects (or not???) with remake/rebirth

ok when glenn first showed up in rebirth i was like. who the fuck is this. i assumed it was like. a nod to before crisis or a dirge thing. but no hes just Guy From The Gacha Title huh.

so yeah im . playing a gacha game. unfortunately. im not really having a nice time with it but the extra lore is helpful though admittedly a little annoying. mr square enix dude stop putting vital lore in weird places. i say this as though its really all that bad compared to uh.... (glances warily at kh)

anyway. i probably could have just looked up glenn story scenes on youtube or smth but 1) im terrified to see spoilers by accident 2) i thought there might be before crisis stuff happening in ever crisis (lmao.) so i figured i might as well play.

regrettably it's starting to look like glenn is going to be another blond bastard for the collection. he's not quite there yet, especially since he says some truly unhinged shit about war in rebirth that i found unnerving. i can only imagine that things go horribly wrong for glenn and he goes from Guy Who Is Like If Zack Fair Had 0 Redeeming Qualities to Guy Who Salivates At The Idea Of Starting A War. im curious to see how that happens. if thats what happens. that said i do really appreciate how he interacts with babie sephiroth . it's very endearing the way he goes from "hey idiot youre not one of us and also fuck you??" to damn near verbatim "tell uncle glenn what you want to be when you grow up" in the span of like a cutscene and a half. it's very sweet. (sidebar; this doesnt change how i feel about sephiroth really ,but i will admit that it's hard to have the same hostility as usual toward him when he hasn't done any of the things i hate him for yet)

anyway i dont find ever crisis particularly fun . the games only redeeming quality is the silly costumes. however i will power thru it best i can nonetheless.

#mattie chatters

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phoenixblack89 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 6 - Blood Of The Innocent

I'm here to deliver you another chapter. Ooo next chapter is a good one. Can't wait to give it to you guys. Gotta alotta drama in it! Eeekkkk!

Usual warnings apply - TWD violence, strong language, angsty shit. Ya know the usual.

Page breaker made by the awesome @firefly-graphics

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Tags - @lilythemadqueen @littlegodzilla @fandomsaremykryponite @autocon23

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

"So do we ring the bell? I mean it looks like people live here." Glenn asked as they climbed out the car. Phoenix scoffed, shook her head and pushed open the door and rushed inside, passing Maggie in the hall; who went to meet the newcomers.

"We're past this kind of stuff, aren't we? Having to be considerate." T-Dog grumbled just as the door opened and the mysterious rider stepped outside.

"Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?" Maggie said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Uh, hi. Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything. Hello. Nice to see you again. We met before briefly. Look, we came to help. There anything we can do?" Glenn stammered, running a hand over the back of his neck.

"It's not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though." T-Dog quickly rushed out as Maggie's eyes widened at the sight of his bloody bandaged arm.

"We'll have it looked at. I'll tell them you're here." Maggie said quietly, turning to lead the men into the house.

"We have some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some. If Carl needs any..." Glenn explained as he followed the woman.

"Come on inside. I'll make you something to eat."

Maggie led the pair towards the bedroom where Carl lay pale and still under the sheets and Glenn took his hat off before approaching through the door as T-Dog leaned around the doorframe.

"Hey." Glenn greeted softly, so not to wake the injured child.

"Hey."

"Um, we're here, okay?" The Asian fidgeted with his hat with, what he hoped was, a reassuring smile.

"Thank you." Lori said tearfully, nodding at the men.

"Whatever you need." T-Dog agreed before allowing himself to be steered out of the room to have his arm looked at. Hershell gave Phoenix a glance before gaining the Grimes's attention.

"They don't get back soon, we're gonna have a decision to make."

"And that is?"

"Whether to operate on your boy without the respirator." He spoke softly.

"You said that wouldn't work." Lori whispered.

"I know. It's extremely unlikely. But we can't wait much longer."

"Tell how to get there and I'll go have a look. See if I can find them." Phoenix offered, pushing away from the window ledge and pulling herself to her full height. Rick shared a look with Lori and Hershell before nodding slightly despite not liking the idea of the girl being out alone in the dark.

Andrea and Daryl crept through the woods, Daryl holding tightly to his crossbow and trying not to think about the red head huntress who should of been with him, not off to an unknown farm with potentially dangerous people.

"You really think we're gonna find Sophia?"

"You got that look on your face, same as everybody else. What the hell's wrong with you people? We just started looking." He grumbled, glancing at the blond.

"Well, do you?"

"It ain't the mountains of Tibet. It's Georgia. She could be holed up in a farmhouse somewhere. People get lost and they survive. It happens all the time."

"She's only 12." Andrea counted with a shocked look on her face.

"Hell, I was younger than her and I got lost. Nine days in the woods eating berries, wiping my ass with poison oak."

"They found you?" She gasped.

"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back though. Went straight into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched something awful."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that is a terrible story." Andrea snorted back a laugh at the redneck's expense.

"Only difference is Sophia's got people looking for her. I call that an advantage."

"Maybe this isn't a world for children anymore." Lori whispered as she leaned her hands against her knees.

"Yeah well, we have a child. Carl is here in this world now."

"Maybe he shouldn't be. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be." She spat at her husband.

"You can't mean that. Okay. Alright. I can understand that thought crossing your mind." The man said quietly, trying to understand his wife.

"It didn't cross my mind, Rick. I can't stop thinking it! Why do we want Carl to live in this world? To have this life? So he can see more people torn apart in front of him? So that he can be hungry and scared for however long he has before he.. So he can run and run and run and then even if he survives he ends up.. he ends up just another animal who doesn't know anything except survival? If he.. if he dies tonight, it ends for him. Tell me why it would be better another way?" Lori ranted, her eyes full of unshed tears and fear.

"What changed?"

"What?" Lori breathily said, turning her head to her husband.

"Jenner offered us a way out. You asked him to let us keep trying. You begged him. 'For as long as we can,' you said. What changed?" He explained, tilting his head.

"There was a moment the other day.. It was just a second but I forgot Jacqui was dead. I turned around, I wanted to tell her something. I almost said her name. It was just a second and then I remembered. But then I realized she didn't have to see any of it... The highway, the herds, Sophia, Carl getting shot.. she didn't... She doesn't have to be afraid anymore. Hungry. Angry. It hasn't stopped happening, Rick. It's like we live with a knife at our throats every second of every day. But Jacqui doesn't. Not anymore. And then... I thought, maybe Jenner was right."

"I don't accept that. I can't accept that. That man surrendered. It doesn't matt.. it doesn't matter what he said. None of it. You really think it would be better if Carl.. if we just gave up?" Rick pleaded, his heart heavy at his wife's words.

"Tell me why it would be better the other way! Please."

"Where are we?" Carl groaned as he came round, his eyes flickering from corner to corner.

"Hey, little man. That's Hershell. We're in his house. You had an accident. Alright?" Rick smiled down at his only son.

"It hurts, a lot."

"Oh baby, I know. I know." Lori said tearfully, smiling at him as she stroked his hair.

"You should have seen it." A little smile pulling the corners of his mouth upwards

"What?"

"The deer. It was so pretty, mom. It was so close. I've never been..."

"Carl?" Rick asked, turning to Hershell as the boy began convulsing on the bed.

"What's happening?" Lori asked, her hands moving to grab the shaking child.

"Don't! It's a seizure. If you hold him down, you could hurt him."

"You can't stop it?" She said turning to Hershell, hope in her wide eyes.

"He has to just go through it. His brain isn't getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming. He needs another transfusion." Hershell sighed.

"Okay, I'm ready." Rick said standing before grabbing the chair as he became light headed.

"If I take any more out of you your body could shut down. You could go into a coma. Or cardiac arrest." The old vet shook his head and sighed.

"You're wasting time."

Andrea and Daryl walked deeper into the woods. The pair paused as a small camp came into view. Growling from above drew their attention to the walker with a rope around its neck. Daryl walked towards the tree where a note was tacked to it.

"What the hell? Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to shit. Might as well quit. Dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait. And a mess." He scoffed, squinting his eyes to read the note in the dull light.

"Mhm." Andrea gagged at the sight of the walker's flesh striped legs.

"You all right?"

"Trying not to puke." She muttered, hand over her mouth.

"Go ahead if you gotta."

"No, I'm fine. Let's just talk about something else for a minute. How'd you learn to shoot?" Andrea asked, trying to quickly change thee subject before she lost the little she had eaten.

"Gotta eat. That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been to food since he turned. Hanging up there like a big piñata! The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs." Daryl whispered, using an arrow to point out the bite marks visible on the walker's legs as Andrea turned and vomited violently.

"I thought we were changing the subject." Andrea complained after throwing the merger contents of her stomach onto the ground behind Daryl.

"Call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass."

"There wasn't a lot that came up." Andrea said glancing downwards at the small pile of bile and turning to Daryl.

"Huh. Let's head back."

"Aren't you gonna..." She asked, pointing at the hanging walker.

"Nah. He ain't hurting nobody. Ain't gonna waste an arrow either. He made his choice. Opted out. Let him hang. You want to live now or not? It's just a question."

"An answer for an arrow. Fair?"

"Mhm." He nodded up at the woman, who glanced back at the walker.

"I don't know if I want to live or if I have to or if it's just a habit." Andrea shrugged, Daryl quickly put down the swinging, snarling walker and turned away.

"Not much of an answer. Waste of an arrow." He grumbled, turning away from his lost arrow.

"Yea but wouldn't you want someone to do that for you? Or for Phoenix?" She said with a hint of a smile curling her lip as she mentioned the red head. Daryl felt his ears heat up and was glad the darkness hid his reddening cheeks.

"Pfft."

T-Dog tried his hardest not to squirm as his arm got stitched up. Phoenix raised her eyebrow at the man, who stuck his tongue out at her. The man had an ashen look to his face that would hopefully be gone once the antibiotics kicked in.

"You got here right in time. This couldn't go untreated much longer. Merle Dixon? Is that your friend with the antibiotics?"

"No, ma'am. Merle's no longer with us. Daryl gave us those.. his brother." Glenn said, glancing at the girl.

"Not sure I'd call him a friend." T-Dog grumbled as his flesh tugged with every stitch. Phoenix sighed back a scoff and shook her head. As much as Merle annoyed her he had, in his own way, tried to help her. And she owed him one.

"He is today. This doxycycline might have just saved your life. You know what Merle was taking it for?" Patricia asked as she finished the stitches.

"The clap. Um, venereal disease." Glenn said, feeling a tad dirty knowing the details of Merle's love life. "That's what Daryl said."

"I'd say Merle Dixon's clap was the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I'm really trying not to think about that." T-Dog whispered, his stomach turning queasy at the thought.

Phoenix sat in the porch roof with a cigarette, she'd always loved high places, and could hear Glenn rustling in the chair below her as the screen door closed softly.

"Are you praying?"

"Why do you sneak up on people so much?" Glenn hissed after jumping out of his skin figuratively and twisting his hands together.

"You're easy to sneak up on." Maggie teased, a grin splitting her face.

"I was praying. I was trying to." He replied as Maggie leaned against the bannister.

"You religious? You pray a lot?"

"Actually this was my first try."

"Ever? Wow. Sorry. I didn't mean to wreck your first time." Maggie teased.

Phoenix struggled not to burst out laughing and had to cover her mouth, just imagining the look on Glenn's face at that sentence.

"God probably got the gist."

"Praying for what?" Maggie asked, curious about the young man in front of her. She couldn't help but find a lustful thought entering her mind. He was, after all, the first male she'd seen in a while who wasn't related or spoken for. Her hands twitched as she wondered what it would be like to bury her fingers into the inky black tresses on his head...

"My friends. Looks like they could all use a little help right now. You think.. you think God exists?"

"I always took it on faith. Lately I've wondered... Everything that's happened, there must have been a lot of praying going on. It seems quite a few went unanswered."

"Thanks. This is really helping." Glenn laughed quietly, smiling up at the woman.

"Sorry. Go ahead. Really."

"You gonna watch?" He asked, clasping his hands together once more. Maggie laughed lightly as Phoenix fought a snort of laughter.

"I'll get you a refill instead. I know it's not my business, and feel free to believe in God, but the thing is you've gotta make it okay somehow, no matter what happens." Maggie smiled softly, turning and walking back inside the farm house. Phoenix stuck her head over the edge of the porch roof and laughed a loud giggle. Glenn jumped and looked around wildly before spotting her head.

"What you doing up there?" He questioned as she smirked.

"Keeping an eye out. Height advantage y'know? Think she might be worth a shot at Glenn? Think she might wanna try something a little Asian?" She said, bringing her cigarette to her mouth as she tilted her head, wiggling her eyebrows. Glenn blushed bright red and began spluttering slightly. Phoenix let out a bark of a laugh before disappearing back onto the roof to allow the man to attempt his prayers.

Phoenix leaned against the sink in the kitchen and breathed deep. The youngest Greene girl entered the kitchen and gave a little gasp of surprise. The Brit turned and have a little smile to the blonde. The girl's big blue eyes ran over her clothes critically as she opened a drawer and pulled out a map.

"Daddy said you were going looking for Otis?" Her sweet innocent voice spoke quietly. Phoenix nodded as she lay the map out on the counter, pointing out the school and her home. "How old are you? You don't look too old. Sorry. That was rude."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just a little older than you probably... What does age matter when the dead have risen right?" She joked, the girl smiled in return as Phoenix pocketed the map quickly and wandered from the room. She gave T-Dog and Glenn a nod before skipping down the porch steps and climbing on her bike. She kicked it into gear and took off along the Greene's long drive.

"Before it happened we were standing there in the woods and this - deer just crossed right in front of us. I swear it just planted itself there and looked Carl right in the eye. And I looked at Carl looking at that deer, and that deer looking right back at Carl. And that moment just.. Slipped away. It slipped away. That's what he was talking about when he woke up, not about getting shot or what happened at the church. He talked about something beautiful, something living. There's still a life for us, a place maybe like this. It isn't all death out there. It can't be. We just have to be strong enough after everything we've seen to still believe that. Why is it better for Carl to live even in this world? He talked about the deer, Lori. He talked about the deer."

"He's still 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. Now I need to know right now if you want me to do this, because I think your boy is out of time. You have to make a choice." Hershell sighed quietly, glancing at both of the boy's parents.

"A choice?"

"A choice. You have to tell me what it is. You have to tell me what it is."

"We do it." Lori said determined that her child, her baby would be saved

"Okay, get the corner of that bed. Let's get the sheets down. Get the I.V. bag on the sheet. Okay, on three. One, two, three. Rick, Lori, you may want to step out." Hershell ordered before the sound of engines roared loudly outside.

"Oh God."

"You stay here with him."

Rick and Hershell rushed to the porch and sighed in relief as the truck and bike pulled to a stop.

"Carl?" Shane panted as he stepped out the truck, Phoenix stepping off her bike behind him having done a quick spin as she spotted him coming up the drive as she set off.

"There's still a chance." Rick said, embracing his best friend.

"Otis?"

"No." Shane whispered quietly, slumping his shoulders.

"We say nothing to Patricia. Not till after. I need her." Hershell stated, quickly grabbing the bags from the truck.

"They kept blocking us at every turn. We had nothing left. We were down to 10 rounds. Then he said.. he said he'd cover me and that I should keep going. So that's what I did. I just.. I kept going. But I.. I looked back and he.. I tried." Shane panted as Rick wrapped his arm around Shane's waist to help him inside.

"He wanted to make it right." Rick sighed, regretting his snappiness at the man.

Phoenix clenched her jaw as Shane hobbled past her. Not liking where her Saint mind was leading her in regards to the man's story.

"I've known Otis since I was a kid. He's run this farm since before my mother died." Maggie sobbed, rubbing her eyes as grief overwhelmed her.

"Who else? Who'd you lose? You told me I had to make it okay somehow. That's what you've been trying to do, right? Which ones?" Glenn asked, sitting beside her and offering what little comfort he could.

"Stepmother. Stepbrother."

"I lost... Nevermind..." Phoenix started before cutting herself off as the pair turned to her, feeling her tattooed fingers begin to itch. She excused herself from the room and stepped out into the cooler night air then glanced at the moon.

"He seems to have stabilized." Hershell sighed deeply, wringing a cloth over his bloody hands.

"Oh God." Rick gasped, his eyes misty with tears of joy.

"I don't have words."

"I don't either. Wish I did. How do I tell Patricia about Otis?" Hershell glanced towards the kitchen at the woman.

"You go to Carl. I'll go with Hershel." Rick says quietly, following the man to the new widow.

Lori walked into the house, she stops in the hall, her view clear into the kitchen where Hershel and Rick were telling Patricia about Otis. The small blond fell to the ground while Rick catches her and sits her on a chair. Her cries are heard as Lori walked away. Lori cried in relief as she now knew Carl was going to be ok as Shane joins her, hoovering in the doorway before turning to leave.

"Stay."

"The bathroom's upstairs. I brought you some clothes." Maggie said quietly, holding out a bundle of clothes at Shane as he hovered at the bottom of the stairs. Phoenix glanced at the man and thought for a moment she was a bald patch in his usual dark curls but passed it off as a trick of the light.

"Thank you." Shane said quietly, accepting the clothes from the farmer's daughter.

"They won't fit well. They were Otis's."

Phoenix watched as Shane's face flashed a look across it before he nodded and turned up the stairs. She hoped to God she was reading the room wrong... There's no way Shane had killed Otis, right?

#Fera Ingris #PhoenixBWrites

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 3 years ago

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Big, Ugly SOB

Warning: typical Walking Dead themes, smut, probably other stuff, be advised.

SHANE BABIES! THIS ONE”S FOR YOU! Slow burn, angsty, love, smut, it’s all here gals! Please like, reblog, and comment! I’d love to hear from all of you!

Part One!

She grabs her pistol and heads out the door of the small shed and does a perimeter sweep before shutting the door. With a deep breath, she starts towards the high ridge. Heaving a sigh, she turns around and writes a note for anyone who may find her.

‘Headed to the ridge. Higher vantage point. Curious about Atlanta but not sure I’ll go.

If you need supplies there’s a day’s worth of jerky and some supplies in here.

Best of Luck’

She truly hoped that she’d find someone she knew. As a patrol officer of King County, she hadn’t run into a single other officer that she knew. Though, she didn’t take the main roads, as she knew the cost.

Hiking up the ridge through the woods, she hears soft talking and the voice strikes her deep in her soul. She knows that voice. The deep southern voice talking low just out of eyesight.

“Excuse me? I don’t mean to alarm you but I’m just looking to join a group--You are one big, ugly, dumb son-of-a-bitch.” There was the owner of the voice. Snorting, she quickly covers her mouth as she sinks to the ground cackling under her hands. Shane’s eyes glance to the old man next to him and back to her as she sits on the ground staring at him with a look of wonder as tears roll down her face.

“Officer Duke?” He hushes as a grin sweeps across his face. Pushing passed the old man, he grabs her hands and pulls her to her feet.

“It’s Lottie. C’mon Walsh.” She chuckles, reaching out and pulling him into a warm embrace.

“It’s Shane, silly gal. I can’t believe it. Look at you. Ugly and big, yes baby girl that’s me.” He croons, holding her arms out wide to look her over. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he turns to the old man and waves him over. “This is Lottie. She was one of the Sheriff’s Deputies like me. Lottie, this is Dale. Dale, Charlotte. C’mon Duke, this way.” He crows, hooking arms with her and dragging her along. As they break into a small clearing, she finds aa small group of people, including Lori and Carl.

“Hey, where’s Rick?” She asks, looking to Shane. His face sombers and he waves her to him.

“He’s gone.” He whispers, looking at Lori with a longing she could only describe as a silent plea of a lover. With a single blink the look is vanished from his face and he pats Lottie on the head. “Come say hi.”

“Lori, Carl, you two look so tired.” She coos as Lori’s face lights up. A blonde across the way eyes her with a disapproving look, but a younger blonde bounds up to Lottie with a grin and a hand shoved out to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Amy. The crabby one is my sister Andrea. That’s Carol and Sophia, Ed’s away in the tent. He’s not much fun. That one is Daryl, he’s a loner. And that’s T-Dog.” In order, Lottie’s eyes meet every face she’s introduced to, and most stick out a hand. Except for the crossbow weilding man, Daryl, she nods confidently to herself.

“I’m Lottie.” She waves, ducking over to Shane and hides behind him.

“Darlin’ I’m gonna head over here and get some water. Find yerself somethin’ to eat and get comfy. You can share my tent. Go get situated. Lori’ll get you acquainted around.” He waves Lori over and Lottie watches the exchange with wide eyes as Shane’s drink in Rick’s wife.

“Thanks Walsh.” She smiles awkwardly before disappearing into Shane’s tent. Spending her first day in the tent with Walsh, she puts her bags in the corner and rolls out her makeshift blanket, made of a couple sweatshirts and tee shirts she had found. Shane steps into the tent and sees her sitting in the corner and his eyes drift to the less than adequate bedding and he frowns.

“Hey, tell you what. I’ll take first shift on watch tonight and you can sleep in my sleeping bag, on the foam pad. It’s better than the rocky ground, Duke.” He holds up a hand to silence her and she feels her face heat up.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t do that--”

“I wasn’t asking. I’m telling you. I’m on watch first tonight, so you have to keep my sleeping bag warm. If not, I’ll--”

“Have Lori do it?” She whispers, and sees it strike a nerve on Shane’s face.

“You shut your mouth about that. Okay? Ain’t nothin’ goin’ on.” He barks, jamming a sturdy finger into her chest plate.

“Sure. I’d be that mad if there was nothing going on too. Rick’s dead, Walsh. Ain’t no shame in keepin’ his wife and son safe. You done good so far.” She assures, laying on her blanket and curling up against her bag.

“Hey baby girl. I said-” he leans down and hoists her up, putting her on his sleeping bag. “-to use this damn thing.” He croons, giving her head a soft pat before taking his gun and stepping out of the tent.

Morning comes and she slips from Shane’s tent and out into the daylight. For only a second, it almost felt like the summer you went camping with the boys on the lake three years ago. Carl was too little so Lori had stayed home and it had just been Lottie, Rick, Shane, and Leon Basset, another man she hadn’t seen since the world ended.

“Mornin’ babygirl.” He croons, patting her shoulder as she walks up to the group of people sitting in chairs in a circle, finding a seat next to her and Lori.

“Mornin’ ugly.” She groans, pushing his hand up her shoulder to her neck where the kink is. Softly, he rubs the knot from her neck without a word.

“Darlin’ get you somethin’ to eat. Lori, can you grab her a plate?” He croons, patting Lori’s knee. She gives Lottie a half-assed mad look before rising and grabbing a plate with eggs and toast. Placing it into Lottie’s lap, cshe huffs under her breath, mumbling something.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lottie asks, looking at Lori.

“Not a damn thing.” She barks, giving Shane a dark look before heading into her own tent a little ways away.

“Yo, Duke. Over here. You take watch up top, I’ll be out and about. You see walkers, more than two, you give me or Daryl a heads up. Okay? And if you see more than that, give us more than a heads up. Okay?” He briefs her like they’re back on the force before leading her up to the look out atop the RV.

“Okay, I’ll holler if I see a bunch. Is someone supposed to take over for me later?” She asks as Shane hands over the binoculars.

“Yeah, couple hours Daryl will be up. Glenn and a few others went on a raid this morning, so when they get back they’ll do a round of watch. When your watch is over come find me.” He disappears down the ladder and she watches through Shane’s binoculars as Shane himself and Lori slip away into the woods out of the line of sight.

Once they reappear, Lori’s clothes are disheveled and Shane’s licking his lips with a prideful smirk on his full lips. Sucking in a breath, Lottie watches a moment longer as Shane takes a moment to tuck his shirt back in and lick his lips once more. Reaching up, his fingers sift through his jet black, fluffy curls and gives Lori--what he thought was-- a sneaky wink. Lottie watches the horizon and sees a white refrigerator truck barreling towards their camp and a red Charger wailing through the quarry, echoing off the walls. First the car comes to a stop and Shane charges them, yanking the relay out that belongs to the horn. Glenn steps out, jittery with excitement.

“You guys, this new guy absolutely saved our asses.”

“Glenn this group is big enough. Quit taking in strays.” Shane hushes.

“But your girlfriend isn’t one? Sorry, listen man. This guy was awesome, some kind of police uniform, not sure. One second,” the small Asian man sprints to the truck and when the binoculars land on the driver, she nearly falls off the RV.

“Holy shit.” She whispers, losing her footing a second time and tumbling over the edge. As she lands on the ground next to Dale, Shane’s eyes drop to her and he lands in the dirt next to her.

“Damn darlin’. New guy that hot?” He chuckles, helping her to her feet and dusting her off. With a quick once over, he finds nothing broken or busted, so he proceeds out to greet the new guy but stops dead in his tracks. Rick. Holy shit.

“Lori? Carl!” He shouts, falling to his knees as he hugs his family. Her eyes land on Shane in utter shock and he just releases the breath he’d been holding. “Duke. Shane.” He drags the two officers into a warm hug and she and Shane reciprocate.

As night falls, she steps into the tent with Shane’s sleeping form and carefully steps over him. Laying down on her blanket, she hears some rustling around behind them, but she goes to sleep. Rolling over, she finds an empty space where Shane was. More rustling. A groan. In her groggy sleep, she ignores the sounds outside and grabs Shane’s pillow.

“Shane?” She asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Standing and stepping out the tent, she stretches backwards and is grabbed from behind. “Walsh, knock it off-oh shit.” She gives a whine and tries to run away. The walker tries to bite at her ankles, grabbing her pant legs. “Shane! Shane!” She screams , grabbing for anything on the ground to stab the ugly monster, but she grabs for the only thing near her. A stick. Kicking with her foot and knocking the diseased thing off her, she stabs a stick through his leg. Skittering to her feet she backs into something behind her. Another walker grabs her and she shrieks, this time Shane twists around and fires a rifle into her shoulder, killing the walker. He grabs her up and hoists her over a shoulder.

“Did it bite you? Baby girl?” His shouts become foggy and distant as she floats into unconsciousness. “No! C’mon darlin’. Rick! Rick come over here! Someone please!” His desperate cries echo through the camp as Carol grabs Lottie and carries her to the RV.

“Check for bites first.” Dale barks, jabbing at Lottie with the barrel of his gun.

Early morning rises and she whispers to Shane, who’s sitting next to her, his hand on her arm and head on his arms.

“Shane, Walsh.” He jerks awake and stands erect.

“Mornin’.” He whispers, starting for the door.

“Where you going?” She asks, giving him a soft smile.

“I was just checking on you. I gotta tell the others you’re awake.” He gruffs, heading back to the door.

“Shane.” He stops again, searching her face for something. He walks back to her and leans down, taking her hand into his. “I saw you sleeping.” She whispers, gripping his hand.

“Ya, so I fell asleep there. What of it?” He barks, shifting from foot to foot.

“You were worried, weren’t you?” She coos, smirking at him.

“No. I knew you’d be fine.” He assures, patting her hand.

“Really? That doesn’t really seem accurate, Walsh.”

“Leave it alone.” He grumbles, thumping lightly down the stairs and out the door.

A few hours later, she hears a couple soft female voices talking about her. “…..she’s just lucky Shane’s got a raging hard on for her…”

“.….she hasn’t lifted a finger here yet…”

“.…got attacked and Walsh left the group to save her. Such bullshit…”

“Amy probably wouldn’t be dead if it weren’t for that girl..-”

She steps out of the RV, groaning in pain with every step. Shane rushes her, reaching out to take her elbow, only to be shoved away weakly.

“Babygirl--”

“No Walsh. No more. I can’t deal with this. These bitches over here, whom I can hear claerly in there by the way! Won’t quit bitching about what I haven’t done. So I’ll just be over here.” She barks, pushing Shane away again. He huffs, watching from afar as she staggers over to the bench and grabs the legs of a walker. Grunting, tears running down her face, she sees Glenn grab the shoulders, but when his eyes meet hers he drops it immediately.

“Hey, maybe you should just sit down--”

“No. I’m gonna help. Grab the other goddamn end and lift. With your knees. Jesus christ.” She hoists the body up and carries it across the field. As they sit the body on the ground, her arms quaking, she drops the feet and crumbles to the dirt beneath her.

“Goddamn it.” Shane skids to her side, dust clouding around them as his hands grab her arms. “I just want you to relax. C’mon babygirl. Let me help you--”

“Get away! I can do it on my own!” She screams, shoving him away. “Just please, leave me here, Shane.” She shoves him once more and rises to his feet, heading over to Carol, Andrea, and the hispanic woman.

“You guys better keep your traps shut. She was shot and she was injured, and here you are, not doin’ a goddamn thing, bitchin’ about an injured officer who can’t lift anything. Kettle callin’ the pot black shit now, isn’t it? Leave her out of this shit.”

The next morning the group gets up and ready to leave, Shane leading her to his Jeep.

“Darlin’ get in.” He buckles her seat belt without a second thought.

“Quit treating me like your girlfriend, Walsh.” She mutters, pushing on his shoulder.

“I’m not.” He nips, grabbing her arm and throwing it away from him.

“Oh really? Were you gonna go around and buckle in every woman out there?” She barks back, raising a brow at him.

“Well no--I’m just--”

“You just suddenlt have this urge to keep me safe from harm? Like my goddamn boyfriend? You’re not Walsh, okay? So just quit. I can do for myself.” She drives, letting him head out behind everyone else.

“Okay, babygirl. I’m sorry. It’s just--when I thought Rick was dead, it hurt. Right? A-a-a-and when I saw you come through that brush like an angel, I just-hell, you almost had my ugly ass crying. I was just happy to see you.” He makes conversation while he’s driving. They get to the highway and slow to a crawl. The motorhome stops up ahead and all the others in the group get out to inspect.

As they ravage the hundreds of cars, like time stopped, they find lots of useful things.

“Bet ya’ll ain’t never wanted water so bad.” Shane chuckles, popping the cap on a waterjug and soaking himself. She watches on, laughing to herself as Shane bathes in it. His eyes land on her, grabbing her arms and pulling her to the truck, popping another cap and gently pulling the rag she’d tied up her hair with and shook her curls under the water. “Ooh! Babygirl, you look so good with those wet curly locks!” He cheers, giving her a sopping wet hug.

“Walkers!” The screech is enough to freeze her in her tracks.

“Everybody under the cars.” Rick’s gentle voice carries and Shane grabs her hand, pulling her under a box truck.

“Walsh, look. I can lead them away--”

“Ssh. Shut up. Do you remember that shoot out with me, Rick, and you? And you said that we wouldn’t make it out, and what did ol’ Shane do?” He asks, patting her arm. They lay on the hot concrete under a box truck, the various sharp stones digging into her knees and arm.

“You got us out.”

“And you didn’t think I could did ya? But I did, babygirl. So trust me again. C’mon, darlin’. You just roll your front against my back as tight as you can, okay? We’ll make it again. Trust me. Now ssh. I see a bunch a’ feet movin’. Don’t make a goddamn sound, babygirl.” He whispers, breathing out as he feels her huddle as tight as she can against his back. “I got ya baby. I got ya.” He coos almost as a breath, trying to be silent. “Lemme have your hand.” He whispers, her hand snaking over his ribs and grabs his open hand, squeezing. “Take a deep breath, let it out slow. Show time.” Her mouth bites into his shoulder, he shivers and squeezes her hand tighter. One of her legs slips over his and she’s almost melded into him as one person.

When the horde finally works through, Shane looks over his shoulder to find her asleep against him. Gently shaking her, as she awakes, and looks confused. For a moment, she looks like a glorious sunny day sitting by the lake under a shade tree after a long nap under the summer sun.

“You look like you had a good nap.” He chuckles, rolling to face her, still on the ground and their noses almost touch. “Wow, last time we were this close you remember what we were doing?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, pushing awkwardly at his shoulders. “I think it was some stupid party and we were playing seven minutes in heaven.”

“Yeah, and I got to second base with Haley Duvall that day. You were a prude though. You shut down so fast, even when I tried to score.” He chuckles, leaning dangerously close to press his dry lips gently to her cheek.

“I did, Walsh. Then we went from cops to surviving this ugly ass world now.” She crows, hearing a blood curdling scream. It draws them both from this happy cocoon they were in, and she scrambles from under the truck.

“Hey, also?” He leans so close his voice is but a whisper of hot air over her neck. “Don’t ever bite my shoulder like that again unless you plan to finish what you start.”

“Shane I--” He gives her a dark smirk and a wink, making her body tingle.

“What was that?” He asks as he gaits over to the group.

“It was Sophia. She ran off, Shane. Rick went after her.” He grumbles, grabbing Lottie’s hand and heads for the woods.

“We gotta find that kid.” He states as they slip into the woods.

#Shane Walsh #shanewalsh #Shane Walsh x reader #the walking dead #walking dead #jon bernthal #jon bernthal is too goddamn good at acting.#jesus christ shane #shane walsh angst #shane walsh slowburn

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twdmusicboxmystery · 4 years ago

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TWD 10x17: Home Sweet Home - First Thoughts

All right, I can finally post my analysis. Actually, there will be several. So there’s a LOT to go over for this episode. As I usually do for episodes, I’ll just talk about broad themes I’m seeing today, and then I’ll do a details post tomorrow.

***As always, spoilers for 10x17 abound below. Don’t read until you’ve watched. You’ve been warned!***

It was all fabulous! It was a really great episode even independent of the TD stuff. Raises lots of questions about these new villains that has me super intrigued.

But let’s talk about the important stuff first!

So, there were the four mentions I talked about based on spoilers, and I was pleasantly surprised to find another that kind of trumped them all.

The two by-name mentions came in Daryl and Maggie’s conversation. I have no idea why the screener said Beth wasn’t mentioned by name. She totally was. Twice. Maggie first calls her “Bethie.” It’s when she says, “After Bethie died, Glenn and I talked about going there [to the ocean].” Then a minute later she talks about telling Hershel stories about his family. She says “Beth and Shaun and his granddaddy.” So yeah, two times.

Then there are mentions that we picked up from the spoilers, when Daryl says people are just gone and when Maggie and Kelly talk about their sisters. In the Maggie/Kelly convo, there’s not a huge smoking gun or anything. The thing that stood out to me was Kelly saying, “you had a sister too, right?” I feel like that’s a very blatant example of the writers reminding us of Beth. That Maggie once had a sister. But beyond that, they didn’t talk about Beth specifically.

The other one I noticed that trumped them all was during Maggie and Daryl’s convo about Connie. Maggie asks if Kelly’s sister is still out there and he says his “some people are just gone” line. (Which is obviously an exact callback to him saying this same line about Beth in 4x16).

And then Maggie says something that can really only be about Beth. She says, “even if you find them, you don’t always get them back.” Which is a reference to finding someone but they “die” anyway. And originally, I was thinking that this could point to more than one person. Glenn, Merle for Daryl, and the main reason to connect it to Beth is that they’re talking about Connie’s sister.

But the more I think about it, it can really ONLY apply to Beth. Because while plenty of people have died, they were never really missing, either. Merle left, and Daryl went to find him, but just before his death, he wasn’t missing or separated from Daryl for a long period of time. Same with Glenn and everyone else they’ve lost. Maggie wasn’t with Glenn before he died, but she didn’t think he was missing, either. She didn’t even know he’d been captured until she saw him in the clearing. The ONLY person who was missing, found, and then lost again, was Beth.

So, we literally have Daryl and Maggie talk about Beth the night before, and then again the next morning with this convo. And then Maggie and Kelly reference her near the end. So great!

But that’s not by far all the great stuff in this episode. Lydia doing the voice-over recap at the beginning was super interesting. Most of it is just recapping the Whisper War, Alpha and Beta’s deaths, etc. But then at the end, she says, “But we were on the verge of something else. A bigger world.” And as it says that, it shows first Michonne on the boat, heading to look for Rick, followed by Eugene’s group being captured. So, both those storylines, in other words, are leading to this “bigger world.” We might have figured that with Rick, given the CRM and all that. But it kinda proves Eugene’s group is about to stumble onto some part of it, too. So bigger world for Michonne is Rick/CRM. Bigger world for Eugene’s group is Beth? Here’s hoping.

There were some minor changes to the opening credits, as we might expect. There is a burning ship in the background at once point. And at the end, when we see the walkers that have Whisperer masks on, there are a lot more walkers around them. Not all Whisperers or anything, but just a much bigger group of walkers. But I noticed the one that is a Whisperer was still there, which is interesting. And given that the Whisperers left a hole in the Alexandria wall when they left, we might have to deal with some stragglers at some point. Everything suggests they aren’t completely gone, even if the war is over.

Lots of great dialogue, most of which we’ve already mentioned from spoilers, but I’ll go over that more in my details post tomorrow.

So, obviously my TD brain was working overtime and I noticed a lot of sequential callbacks to earlier seasons. For one thing, when Maggie and Daryl’s group is walking through the woods, it started showing them each walking in slow motion as they traveled.

Remember in S5, when we got the slow motion walking from each member of TF throughout the episode? I think it was in 5x02. It reminded me of that. Like they might be calling back to that. So once again, it would just make sense if they’re doing this at the beginning and Beth shows up at the end.

There was a green preying mantis that was an obviously-placed symbol. I had to look that one up. Yes, we saw a preying mantis in Still. Or was it Inmates? It was around Beth either way. And check out this post on praying mantis symbolism.

They actually use the term “stillness.” And of course it’s bright green. Yeah, I’d call that a purposeful symbol.

The cargo containers they stayed in overnight were very reminiscent of Terminus. Oh, but this is interesting. I’m seriously probably the only person in the fandom who would even notice this. There’s a sequence where a bunch of walkers are trying to come out of the container, but there’s tons of them and it would be bad for them to break out.

So Maggie tries to hold the door shut. Daryl runs up to help her but here’s too many in there for just the two of them to overpower them. Finally, Elijah comes to help and there’s a super-gnarly moment where one of the walkers is pushing its head through the door and they squish it. But the point is they work together and actually do get the door shut and lock the walkers inside, so they aren’t overwhelmed.

Two things I think this calls back to. The first, perhaps most obvious one is 5x10, Them, when the entire group held the barn doors shut against the walkers. And once again, the music box woke up RIGHT after that. So it could be a harbinger of Beth.

The second thing it reminded me of was in 4b with the school bus. Remember Sasha and Bob tried to hold the back door to the bus closed but couldn’t and all the walkers got out? There’s a blond walker that falls at Maggie’s feet in that sequence and Maggie stabs her in the forehead. I always thought it was a Beth foreshadow. This almost feels like the opposite of that. In this case, they were able to get the door shut and didn’t have to kill all the walkers. So, if that sequence foreshadowed Grady, maybe this foreshadows the opposite? Things going better this time around? Just a thought.

Oh, Maggie hurts her forearm, though. I won’t say much about this except that we’ve seen other characters with this same injury and I’m sure it’s significant. I just haven’t entirely figured out what it means, yet. It’s not exactly the same as Beth’s because it’s on the wrong arm. But just keep it in mind. I’ll probably mention it again in the future.

When talking to Daryl, what she says about Georgie is interesting. I think we got most of it via spoilers and the Q&A. But she says Georgie went out west. I can’t help but wonder if she’ll be part of the New Mexico symbolism.

One thing the spoilers really didn’t do justice to is how upset Maggie is about what happened to the community she and Hershel were living in before. She’s REALLY upset about it and you can tell she’s barely holding it together. Daryl asks her what happened, but she says she can’t talk about it, yet. She told him the other stuff about Georgie, and says it’s nice to voice some of it, but she can’t voice all of it just yet. So whatever happened must have been pretty bad, because she’s really messed up about it.

I got the same vibe from Elijah. When he takes off his mask and him and Kelly bond, it’s because the Reaper sniper is hunting them. And it’s obvious that he’s terrified of these people (the Reapers). And that’s surprising because this is gray ninja guy who throws knives and had no trouble killing walkers and Whisperers, but he’s super afraid of the Reapers. We also know he lost his sister to them, so it may have a lot to do with that.

But still, I definitely want to know more about these Reapers. The sniper really is pretty creepy.

We see a lot of sunlight filtering through the trees. We had a small dark tunnel moment. Looking for Connie, Kelly is looking into the back of a truck and we see her from the inside, like someone looking out from the inside. Nothing really comes of it. She doesn’t find anything or crawl into it or anything. She’s just looking in as if to see if Connie is in there, but she isn’t.

In this same scene, she opens the cab of the trunk and looks into the front seat, which is empty. And then she sees a coat on top of the truck. That’s when Maggie and Daryl find her, and Elijah jumps up on top and throws some stuff down. The only other interesting thing is a little notebook (the one mentioned in the Q&A, I think). It’s not really a journal and there’s not much color to it. They don’t show us what’s actually in the notebook, but it’s obviously not Connie’s. I’m assuming it’s blank.

But think about all the callbacks there. This truck looks a lot like the one Bob slept on in 4x13, which was obviously a Beth parallel. We have an empty front seat. Now, we’ve mostly seen representations of a walker being in the front seat, right? And this is the opposite of that. So, much like Maggie managing to hold the door shut against walkers, I feel like they’re purposely showing us the opposite of what we’ve seen before, which just tells me Beth is about to appear.

There’s the notebook, which calls back to Connie, Beth, and the wolf trap in 5x16. The coat they threw down wasn’t a huge thing, but it looked vaguely blue. But the fact that it was on top of the truck (which was white) shows that someone slept up there. Also, when Judith and Maggie talked about looking at the stars, they specifically talked about going up on the roof to do it.

Oh, another interesting line that I’m wondering about. It’s back when Daryl and Maggie are talking about Connie. Maggie says the thing about how even when you find them you sometimes don’t get them back. Daryl says maybe it’s better that she doesn’t know that yet. (He means Kelly. Maybe it’s better if Kelly doesn’t realize that’s often the case.) And Maggie says no, Kelly should know. She says her daddy always said a wound couldn’t heal until air hits it. And Daryl says, “You know that’s not true, right? Medicine-wise?” And Maggie just kind of laughs and said her dad made it sound like it was.

So, I’m not sure what to make of that, but it’s obviously a purposeful line. And a medical reference.

Okay, so when Maggie gets back to her group, they’ve been attacked and scattered and two of them are dead, burnt to death in the fire. We had lots of X shapes in the burnt beams of the shack where they were staying.

The two burnt bodies reminded me of the burnt walkers in 6x06. And as the episode went on, it occurred to me it was kind of a replay of the prison. This place burnt down and her entire group scattered. They were all out looking for each other in the woods. Also, the reason they knew it was burning is that when they got close, they could see smoke rising into the sky. It looked EXACTLY like the smoke from the moonshine shack in S4.

They eventually face off with the sniper guy. At one point, we see his one eye staring at them from where he’s hiding. Creepy, but also maybe a Sirius thing?

Maggie steps in a rope trap (one of those things that pulls you upward by one foot. The guy almost kills her while she’s trying to get lose. Daryl shoots him with his crossbow but drops it after that and goes after him with a knife. (This is why Kelly gets the crossbow. We don’t really see him drop it but I assume he did because the guy was really close to killing Maggie and he knew he didn’t have time to reload.) This guy is huge and throws Daryl against the tree like a rag doll.

Then we get this really interesting thing where we see the camera looking up at the sniper from Daryl’s point of view. We even seem the camera sort of “blink” which is supposed to be his eyes. And it’s interesting because 1) the guy is taking off his disguise. Yeah, this sniper kinda looks like a swamp thing when we see him. He’s covered in camouflage and that brown netting special ops guys wear to blend in with their surroundings. But at this point, he takes it off. I felt like it was him taking off his mask, as it were. 2) It’s blurry and in slow motion. That’s because Daryl is hurt from being thrown against the tree, but it just struck me as a foreshadow of something. We’ve always said that when he first sees Beth he’ll probably think he’s hallucinating. I have no idea if that’s what this is about, but it really jumped out at me as an intentional thing.

And about the Kelly/bow thing, it’s nothing. People were really freaking out about the picture of her with Daryl’s bow, but it was seriously small potatoes. Daryl recovers and Maggie gets free and they both attack the sniper at the same time, but then the rest of Maggie’s group shows up with Kelly. One of them shoots the sniper with an arrow before Maggie or Daryl can, and Kelly shows up holding the crossbow. I think she just picked it up from where he dropped it, but she doesn’t even shoot it or anything.

So then Maggie asks the sniper who he is and why his group bulldozed their community. He won’t answer her and then pulls out the grenade.

And this is another thing that’s really interesting. I almost want to connect this group to the Wolves. Not literally but symbolically. Because from what they said, this group didn’t just attack them to take their supplies or because they were bad guys who wanted to take over their community. After their community went down, they’re actually hunting them. Trying to pick them all off. Why? That’s weird. And the Wolves are the only other group I can think of that actually hunted people just to kill them.

The sniper does say, “Pope marked you.” I don’t know if that’s a name or a title, but it has religious implications. So, someone has marked Maggie’s group for death, but we have no idea why, and neither does she. See why I say this was a great episode even aside from TD stuff? It’s just very intriguing and raises lots of questions moving forward.

Then there’s little Hershel. Not only does he look like Glenn, but he’s practically wearing Glenn’s S1 outfit. Complete with blue and white shirt and baseball cap. So. Stinking. Cute.

Not tons to add about Maggie and Kelly’s convo aside from what was in the spoilers. But I will say that there’s a huge “coming home” theme in this episode. Maggie says she almost came home after Knoxville. Daryl asks her to come home. At the end, he asks if this means she’s coming home. (She says yes.) They just say it like half a dozen times through out the episode.

So, let me just mention my biggest takeaway from this episode. Hershel Jr. is a type of Beth or Beth proxy. It took me watching a couple of times to put this together, but here’s the short version. The building Maggie’s people were in that burnt down is a lot like the prison going down. Her group scatters into the woods into several small groups, much like TF did after the prison. And little Hershel goes missing. Now, Maggie doesn’t really think he’s dead or anything, but she just doesn’t know where he is or if he’s okay. Then, at the end, she finds him. It’s kind of a return, you know?

And once I realized that, I started seeing all kinds of parallels and callbacks. For one thing, when Daryl was tracking him, he recognized Hershel’s tracks because they were kid tracks, rather than adult. That’s a parallel to Beth and Daryl tracking Lizzie and Mica’s kid tracks in Inmates.

Maggie had a “we don’t know that” line, which is exact Beth dialogue. For Maggie, it was about whether or not any of their people were still alive in the wake of the attack. Beth said it about whether anyone from the prison survived in the wake of the Governor’s attack. And there are tons of those. But I’ll go over more of them tomorrow.

And finally, they find Hershel sitting in the tree. Tree/trunk is a Beth symbol, as @frangipanilove has show us. But the tree is also in the shape of a giant cross. So this isn’t just a return. It’s a Christ, resurrection symbol. See why it parallels to Beth?

So yeah, I’ll go over more template details tomorrow and later in the week. But there was SO much good stuff in this episode!

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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stardust-walker · 4 years ago

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High Hopes: Chapter 20

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

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Lori’s safe return to camp might have been the first good thing to happen in what felt like days. Dove hurried over with the others as her friend emerged from the car. “Where’s Rick,” Lori questioned. Dove’s harsh gaze fell to Shane as he spoke.

“I had to get you back here,” he stated as if it were that simple.

Julian’s jaw dropped as he stared at the deputy. “Probably better ways to get someone to follow you than to lie and tell them someone’s safe when they’re not?” He winced as Maggie punched him in the side.

“You asshole,” Lori growled as she stomped past him. “He’s my husband,” Dove’s eyes widened as Lori punched Shane in the chest. The brunette stepped forward and pulled her back along with Andrea.

“I will go after him! I’ll find him.” Shane spoke again, “Now first things first, I gotta…I gotta look after you.” Dove scoffed before Shane continued, “I gotta make sure the baby’s alright.”

The silence and shock throughout the group was palpable. Then Carl stepped forward, the poor boy didn’t seem to understand as he looked almost excited. “You’re having a baby,” he questioned his mother. Lori glanced sideways for a moment. Dove punched the bridge of her nose in frustration as Carl continued. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Come on,” Dale broke the silence, “Let’s make sure you’re alright.” As Lori followed Andrea towards the house, Dove took a step forward.

“You’re a real fucking piece of work,” she hissed at Shane before she turned on her heel and followed the other women up to the house.

Julian turned his head and watched the others leave before he turned back to Shane, “So are you really gonna go look for Rick or were you lying to her about that too?” Maggie shot him another warning look. “What? Are we all supposed to just sit around and listen to this and not question it?”

Shane stood up straighter and ran a hand over his head, “Why don’t you just mind your business about my people?”

Julian glared at Shane, “Why didn’t you just mind your business about ours?”

Maggie took a quick step between them as Shane began to step forward. “Julian, go back to the house and just shut up. Both of you! Rick and Glenn will be back soon. They have to be.”

Dove sunk to the floor across from the couch and ran her hand across the hardwood floor as Lori tried to find the best way to explain things to her son. Carl peeked around his mother at the older man. Dale shook his head, “Don’t look at me. That’s your father’s job.”

The little boy turned his head slowly and glanced at Dove. The young woman let out a quiet snort of laughter before she raised a hand in the area. “Don’t look at me, either. I never worked with kids. Your daddy’ll be back soon anyway. I’m sure he’ll love to have that chat with you,” Dove finished with a little smirk.

“If the baby’s a girl, can we name her Sophia?” It felt like a knife to the gut, though it was obvious that Carl hadn’t meant it that way. Lori avoided the younger woman’s gaze as Dove stared back down at her hands.

“I’m sorry, bud, I thought you knew,” Shane mumbled from the doorway.

“Big brother Carl,” the little boy grinned as he flicked the brim of his hat. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“I say that’s very cool,” Shane agreed.

Dove looked up and spotted Lori trying her best to avoid any interaction with Shane. She pursed her lips as she tried to think back to the quarry. Things had definitely not been this weird between the two of them when they were there. Sophia had asked Carl if Shane was his dad and had to explain to Dove that he was not, in fact, the young boy’s father. Dove felt a sinking feeling in her chest, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of thoughts of Sophia or her realization of the true predicament that Lori Grimes had found herself in.

“How about a little later after she’s had some rest,” Andrea frowned. Dove shifted her gaze from Lori to the blonde woman and back to the doorway.

“Lori, I had to get you back here. You wouldn’t have come otherwise,” Shane reasoned. It was a pretty shitty reason. “How about you just hear me out, please?”

Lori looked torn, but she finally nodded her head. “Give me a minute, bud? Go with Dove.” Dove nodded as she pulled herself to her feet and put an arm around the little boy.

Dove tried to smile as she flicked the brim of the sheriff’s hat Carl wore, “Let’s give your mama a few minutes, little man.”

Carl waited until they were out on the porch before he spoke up. “Is everything alright with my mom?”

Hazel eyes flickered to Dale before she turned back to Carl and spoke. “I’m sure your mom is just fine. She’s probably just…worried about everything with your dad being missing and all that. Especially after today, she’s probably just wanting him to come back,” she smiled faintly.

Carl nodded his head slowly, his head turned back to the house. “I hope that’s right.”

Dale didn’t look very comfortable with leaving Lori alone in the house with Shane. Dove couldn’t help but agree with him on that, though neither of them had to say anything about it.

Julian was worried. They weren’t back yet. Beth wasn’t getting any better and Hershel was still out there. His nerves were shot, but he couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not right now anyway. So, he sat on the opposite side of the bed from Maggie, held Beth’s hand, and stared at her. He felt like any minute now, she would pop up and be the same bright and bubbly kid. Deep down he knew that even when she did snap out of it, she wouldn’t be like that for a long time.

“You just need to be strong for her,” he heard Andrea say from where she had sat next to him.

“I was just reminding her about…never mind,” Maggie shook her head. Andrea encouraged her to continue. “My dad would die if he heard this. My first summer back from college, I drove home, dumped my stuff off, went straight out to the stable for a ride.” Julian chuckled quietly. He knew this story. “My family comes back from church and Beth grabs my things and start unpacking my stuff upstairs. It was sweet until this one here,” Maggie patted Beth’s hand, “starts rifling through my backpack. She finds this little plastic container with these pink and green candies inside. She didn’t even know I was on the pill. She was so freaked out by the idea of me, boys, and sex she runs outside and chucks them in the duck pond. And I ride up, I see this, I’m screaming. She’s crying and Shawn runs outside, thinks one of us is drowning. The jerk busts out laughing as soon as he finds out. My dad comes out asking what’s going on, and Beth turns around and bats her eyelashes and just tells him we were swimming.”

Julian snorted, “Then this one,” he nodded at Maggie. “Decided it was a good idea to call my sister and start freaking out when she finally gets inside. Maggie was a hellion, but Beth knows how to raise a different type of hell,” he joked. The smile slowly formed on his face as he squeezed Beth’s hand again.

“Glenn and Rick will bring your dad back,” Andrea tried to assure Maggie.

“Glenn’s a good guy,” Maggie sniffled.

Shane seemed to be trying to stay true to his word as he began to load up the car to head out and look for Rick. Dove leaned back against the RV, cigarette burning down in her hand as she watched Daryl examine his rifle. She’d woken up that morning feeling just a little bit ashamed of how she’d lashed out at him, but she didn’t exactly know how to have that talk. Part of her still thought he deserved it.

“He doesn’t want Rick back,” Dove heard Dale tell Andrea. “Or Hershel. With those two gone, he’s got everything he wants and no one to tell him otherwise,” the old man shook his head. Dove found herself drifting closer to the conversation; Dale was getting pretty ballsy talking about something like that with Shane in earshot.

“Shane has done more to keep this group alive than anybody, including Rick,” Andrea narrowed her eyes at Dale.

“Now I know you didn’t just say that,” Dove spoke up as the attention of the two turned to her. “You have been spewing some real bullshit over the last few weeks, but I have to say, that has to be the worst thing I’ve heard.” She shook her head.

“You think Rick’s done more,” Andrea questioned as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I know he has. He bargained with the group at the nursing home to get Glenn back. He went back to try and save Merle and so we could get the guns. I mean in case you haven’t noticed, without that bag of guns, our chances of being alive right now would be pretty slim,” Dove counted off on her fingers. “Rick has tried his best to keep us all safe! The only person Shane has tried to keep safe is himself and maybe Lori and Carl. The rest of us are just along for the ride,” Dove scowled at the blonde woman.

“I mean, I have to agree. There’s no way you can possibly believe that Andrea.” The disappointment in Dale’s voice was obvious.

“I do,” Andrea stated.

Dove stepped up beside Dale as Andrea moved towards the car. “What a dumbass,” she grumbled as she finally tossed her cigarette to the ground. The sound of a vehicle approaching broke through the silence.

They were back. Dove jogged up towards the house with everyone else. A small smile was on her face as she watched Carl run up to hug his father.

“Who the hell is that,” T-Dog spoke up and Dove narrowed her eyes as she moved closer to Carol.

“That’s Randall,” Glenn spoke up.

“Holy shit,” Julian muttered as he turned and headed back into the house.

Dove didn’t like the fact that they were in there trying to decide what to do about someone’s life. Rick had the right idea, she thought to, to let the boy go once he was healed. Andrea was on a real winning streak that day. “Isn’t that the same as leaving him for the walkers,” the blonde inquired.

Dove placed a hand over her mouth as she leaned back in her chair. Her attention shifted from the blonde to the door as Daryl entered. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on what she could only assume was herself and Carol. A new sense of shame rolled over her as, instead of the scowl she’d been expecting, he nodded his head at them with a small forced smile. Dove’s hazel eyes glanced towards Carol as the older woman shrugged her shoulders. Dove tried her best to keep her eyes forward, but she could feel her heart beat faster as the man walked across the room and stood across from them.

“He knows where we are,” Shane said.

“He was blindfolded the whole way here, he’s not a threat,” Rick explained.

“You killed three of their men, you took one hostage,” Shane began to ramble. “But they just ain’t gonna come looking?”

Dove frowned as she lowered her hand, “You would rather them have left the poor kid out in the middle of the night with a fence through his leg to get eaten alive?”

Rick ran a hand through his hair, “They left him for dead. Like Dove said, they saw him with the fence through him and they left him there to die. No one is looking.”

T-Dog spoke up, “we should still post a guard.”

Hershel shrugged his shoulders, “He’s out cold right now, will be for hours.”

“You know what? I’m gonna go get him some flowers and candy,” Shane exclaimed sarcastically.

Julian ground his teeth as he spoke up from beside Hershel, “Were you always this much of an asshole or is this just an end-of-the-world bullshit because I’m getting really tired of it man.”

“Julian…” Patricia warned.

“Sorry, Pat. Sorry, I know no cursing in the house, but someone had to say it! Randall is not a threat,” he shook his head. “Randall is a little punk but he’s what? 120 soaking wet. Carl could probably kick his a…. butt if he wanted to.”

Shane scoffed and shook his head. “Look at this folks, we’re back in Fantasyland.”

“You know, we haven’t even dealt with what you did at my barn yet,” Hershel turned quickly as Shane began to exit the room. Julian’s dark eyes widened in shock. He expected it from Maggie, maybe. Not Hershel. “Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all. This is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. So, do us both a favor? Keep your mouth shut.”

Julian looked down at his shoes as he tried to keep a shocked laugh from coming out of his mouth. As everyone began to file out, he looked up and put a hand on Hershel’s shoulder. “Wait until Beth hears about what you just did, man.” Julian smiled as he patted Hershel’s shoulder excitedly. “She’s gonna be so mad she missed it.” Dove rose from her chair as the two men exited the room and entered the hallway.

The brunette watched as Carol tried to approach Daryl, who had somehow made it to the door, only for him to push his way outside without allowing her to say anything. Dove closed the distance between herself and her sister quickly as they left the house. “I think he just needs some space,” Dove whispered to Carol.

“Maybe,” Carol hesitated as she watched Daryl trek back towards his lonely little campsite. “Maybe you shouldn’t have gone and yelled at him last night either.” She frowned and Dove sighed.

Dove nervously rubbed her forearm as she leaned against the porch railing. “You think I don’t know that? I was just…I was angry. I’ll find a way to make it up to you…and maybe him too. As long as he deserves it.” She looked down at the porch.

Carol let out a heavy sigh and took a few steps forward to kiss her younger sister on the top of her head. “That’s all I can ask…”

The next week felt like the longest week of her life. There had been a few times when she had gone up to try and talk with Daryl, but it always seemed like the universe was telling her that now wasn’t the time. The first time she’d tried to do it, Maggie had asked her for help with collecting eggs. Dove had given the other woman a confused look but had helped her anyway. It was perfectly clear to anyone with eyes that Maggie was important to Glenn and Glenn was her best friend. A few other times, Daryl had been pulled aside by other men in the group to watch Randall or do other things that Dove didn’t care to hear about.

About 3 days into it, Dove had all but thrown herself backwards onto her sleeping bag in frustration. “What’s wrong now,” Carol asked, but didn’t look up from her sewing. Carol had taken to fixing up winter coats that they’d salvaged from the highway since it was starting to get colder out.

Dove ran a hand through her dark hair and closed her eyes. “My mom always used to say that the universe will give you signs when things are meant to happen. You think that me getting interrupted every time I try to apologize to that jerk means that he deserved it?” She opened one eye to look at her sister as a smirk crept onto her face.

Carol rolled her eyes. “Your mom was a smart lady and she believed what she believed so I won’t tell you she was wrong. If you want to go off that though, maybe the time just isn’t right. Maybe it’s like you said. You just need to give him time,” the older woman looked up and flashed her sister a comforting smile.

Dove had taken to doing something she felt like she could control and help with. Beth. It would be a little different if the young woman were willing to talk, but Dove understood. The brunette entered the kitchen as Lori walked out with a tray of food for the teenager. “Oh vegetables,” Dove chirped as she reached over the saltshaker and picked up a piece of cucumber. She took a bite out of it as she leaned back against the counter. “Something wrong, Maggie?”

The younger woman shrugged her shoulders as she drummed her fingers on the counter. “Just everything with Glenn. It’s kind of got me all worried, you know? What if I messed things up?”

Dove sighed and popped the rest of the piece into her mouth. After a few moments, she spoke. “Guys are weird. They’ll do nice shit for you one day and tell you to basically go fuck yourself the next.”

“Speaking from experience,” Maggie quirked an eyebrow.

Dove rolled her hazel eyes and swatted playfully at the woman. “I’m 28 years old. If I hadn’t experienced that yet, I might be worried.” Nice avoiding the question. “My point is that Glenn didn’t do anything like that to you. What I think happened is that maybe Glenn never felt like that about someone before and it spooked him. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I think Glenn’s crazy about you. He’ll come around.”

Maggie looked down at the counter and nodded. “You think so?” Dove nodded. “Thanks…”

“Absolutely. Would you like to schedule another appointment? Knowing all of these assholes, I’ll be booked until the actual end of the world,” Dove snorted as she reached for another piece of cucumber. Maggie let out a light chuckle. It was nice to have friends.

Julian was caught off guard as Lori came out of Beth’s room white as a ghost. “Hey what’s wrong,” he questioned the woman as she passed.

Lori didn’t stop but turned slightly and pointed back to Beth’s room. “You stay with her. I’m gonna go find Maggie and Hershel.” Julian didn’t have time to say anything as he spotted the knife in her hand. His heart sank to his stomach as he turned and headed down the hallway. He peeked his head into the bedroom.

Beth was faced away from the doorway when he entered. “Beth…Bethie.” Julian said quietly as he walked over and took a seat next to her feet. “Beth. I need you to tell me what you were planning to do with the knife.”

The blonde didn’t move at all, but she answered. “It’s all pointless now, Julie. What’s the point anymore? Even if we live, we’ll probably just end up like my mom. And Shawn.”

Julian’s hands shook as he rested his elbows on his knees. His gaze focused onto the floor in front of him. He wanted to be able to reassure her as best he could, but there was no way that he could do it. He wanted to believe that there was hope for the future, but part of him couldn’t help but think that Beth was right. That didn’t mean that anyone else had to die, though.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Lori ran back into the doorway followed by Dove. Dove’s hazel eyes were wide and panicked as she entered the room. Lori hadn’t explained much, just that she’d found Beth trying to cut herself and couldn’t find Maggie. Dove half expected to enter the room and see blood but relief flooded through her as Maggie ran down the hallway.

She was like a bat out of hell as she descended onto her younger sister. “Are you serious? What do you think dad’s gonna do when he finds out?” Julian chewed nervously on his thumbnail.

“What’s he gonna do? Kill me for committing suicide,” Beth sounded emotionless as she responded.

Dove sighed as she pulled her hair back away from her face. “Beth, listen. I know that it feels like you can’t feel anything right now, but that was a very permanent solution to a temporary problem. I know how much it hurts to lose someone; believe me I know.” Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke. “But Maggie’s right. How do you think your dad would feel if you did it?”

The blonde girl stared straight ahead and shrugged her thin shoulders.

“Stop being a brat,” Maggie sat down on the bed. “He’d die. So would I. This isn’t just about you.” Julian stood up slowly and put an arm on Dove’s shoulder. A look from the younger man told her that maybe this was a conversation the two women needed to have on their own.

“How are you doing,” Dove turned her attention to Julian as he shut the door behind them.

Julian shook his head, “It’s not me you need to worry about. Beth would never do something like that.” He sucked in a deep breath as shouts started to come from inside the bedroom. Dove placed a gentle hand on his back and began to lead him to the kitchen. “Beth loves Maggie. She would never fight with her like that.” He wandered through into the dining room and took a seat.

“This could’ve been handled better,” Andrea spoke.

Dove felt her anger flare up again as Andrea answered Lori. “You shouldn’t have taken the knife away.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Dove grumbled.

“Excuse me,” Lori sounded truly shocked.

“You were wrong. Like Dale taking my gun, that wasn’t your decision,” Andrea sounded so sure of herself.

Dove bit down on her tongue. She didn’t want to fight anymore, she really didn’t.

“She has to choose to live on her own, she has to find her own reasons,” Andrea stated.

Dove snapped, “You are a grown ass woman capable of making your own decisions. Beth is a sixteen-year-old child. You want to give someone who wants to die a way out?”

“What is your problem,” Andrea turned her attention to Dove.

“My problem is that just because you’re a fucking lawyer, you think you know everything,” Dove pointed a finger at the older woman.

“And you really have the authority to tell me about a situation like this,” Andrea’s tone was condescending, and it just served to fuel the fire.

“No, but I do have a degree in psychology and several years of experience to tell you about the situation,” Dove explained, and Andrea rolled her eyes. “I swear to God, if I had that here with me, I would shove it in your face, then roll it up and shove it so far up your…”

Lori moved behind Dove and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Stop it! Both of you! Andrea, you need to stop. Dove, I know what you’re saying, and I agree with you but it’s not making it any better.”

“How,” Andrea threw a hand in the air.

“Would you want me to tie a noose for her too then,” Lori snapped.

“If she’s serious, she’ll figure out a way,” Andrea shrugged.

“True but it’s a whole hell of a lot easier when you wanna give her a butcher knife,” Dove glared at the blonde woman.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop her or let her know that I care,” Lori explained. Dove admired how the woman was trying so hard to hold it together. Odds were, she probably wanted to scream and fight as much as Dove did.

“She believes that suicide is the best option,” Andrea said as if she had suddenly discovered it was raining outside.

“That’s not an option,” Lori shook her head.

“Of course it is.”

Dove’s jaw dropped. She managed to tune out half of what Andrea said until she heard it. “I help keep this place safe.”

“If trying to shoot Daryl in the head counts as keeping this place safe, then you sure did,” Dove chided back.

“The men can handle this on their own. They don’t need your help,” Lori asserted.

“I’m sorry. What would you have me do,” Andrea asked. That baffled Dove. It was a farm, there were a million and one things to do and somehow, everyone else managed to keep themselves busy.

“There’s plenty of work to go around,” Lori frowned.

“Are you serious,” Andrea shouted. “Everything falls apart and you’re in my face over skipping laundry?”

Dove scoffed as Lori continued. “Puts a burden on the rest of us. On me, Carol, Dove, Patricia, and Maggie. Cookin and cleanin and caring for Beth. So yes, there is more than enough work to keep you busy too.” Dove’s eyes widened slighlty as she caught the angry look on Andrea’s face. “You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You sit up on that RV, working on a tan with a shotgun in your lap.”

Andrea scowled and began to explain how she was on watch, but Lori was having none of it. The two women continued to argue back and forth until Andrea dropped a bomb. “Go in there and tell that little girl that everything’s gonna be okay, just like it is for you. She’ll get a husband, a son, baby, boyfriend. She just has to look on the bright side.”

Dove boiled over as she walked around the table and gave Andrea a hard shove. “Get out!”

Andrea turned her attention to the brunette, “And you. You act so high and mighty but…”

“She said, get out,” Julian’s voice came from the doorway and it made everyone freeze. Andrea looked startled. “You don’t get to talk to people like that in this house. If I hear you talking about Beth like that again, I’ll tell Maggie exactly what you said about her. Then you’ll really regret it.”

Lori finally seemed to crumble a little bit as Andrea exited the house with a slam of the door. “I…”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Lori. I get it. In traumatic situations, people will…find comfort in other people. You don’t need to explain anything,” Dove stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Lori. She really wished she’d gotten to hit Andrea again.

When he heard Maggie going towards Beth’s room and calling for her, Julian rose from his seat and was at the doorway in seconds. Then the glass shattered. Maggie flashed him a panicked look as she began to knock on the door. Julian walked over; panic written all over his face. “Bethie, open up!” Julian banged on the door. “Don’t do this,” he echoed Maggie. His heart sank when she mentioned she’d left her with Andrea. Julian slammed his shoulder against the door once, but it was a hard old wooden door. There was a better chance of him dislocating something than getting the door opened before something happened. “Beth just open the door! Please!” He shouted through the door.

The door finally swung open as Lori pried it open with a fire poker. His stomach turned as Beth turned and he saw her clutch her bloody wrist. “I’m sorry,” she started to cry. It felt like things moved in slow motion as Maggie walked forward into the bathroom and put an arm around her sister. With a word, Julian ran off to collect bandages for his friend. He was alone for the first time in days and for the first time, he let the tears that he’d been holding back fall.

The last thing any of them expected was for Rick and Shane to return with Randall, but that was what happened. Dove didn’t like the idea of Daryl going off to question the boy on his own. She paced nervously between the tents with her sister as she waited for the man to return.

It felt like hours, but Daryl eventually emerged from the barn and walked back up towards the camp. “Boy there’s got a gang. 30 men,” Daryl explained as he approached them. “They have heavy artillery and they ain’t lookin to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they’re gonna wish they would be.” A shiver ran down Dove’s spine at the thought. Her hazel eyes drifted down to look at Daryl’s hands as Carol asked about his knuckles. “Had a little chat,” he answered simply as he stepped through, back to his campsite.

Dove let out a heavy sigh before she walked back to her tent. She paused for a moment before she began to dig through her backpack. Down near the bottom of the front pocket, she found what she was looking for. Some antiseptic and some clean tissues. Probably not the best, but that would have to do for a peace offering.

It felt like she had bricks tied to her shoes the closer that she got to her destination. “You coming to throw more shit at me,” Daryl called out the moment he spotted her.

“To be fair,” Dove raised a hand as she stopped just behind him, “I was aiming for your head.”

“Your aim was off,” Daryl grumbled.

“Well, it’s been a while since softball,” she shrugged her shoulders and pointed to the spot next to him. “Can I sit.”

Daryl just let out a grunt and Dove lowered herself to sit next to him. Her gaze went to his knuckles again. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” She held out the antiseptic to him with a raised eyebrow.

“I did what I had to do,” Daryl just shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the items in her hand before he begrudgingly held his hand out to her.

Dove sighed as she gently took Daryl’s hand in hers and began to dab at the blood on his knuckles with a tissue. “You did more than you had to. That seems to be a pattern with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Daryl scoffed.

Dove shrugged as she continued to dab at his hand. “It means that you almost got yourself killed looking for Sophia. You beat the shit out of some kid to find out all the things you had to in order to protect the group…”

Daryl frowned, “Any of them would’ve done it if they had to.”

Dove furrowed her eyebrows as she dabbed the antiseptic onto his knuckles now. “But you’re the one who did. You do just as much for us as Rick does. I think you need to realize how much people appreciate it. How much I appreciate it.” The corner of her mouth turned up into a small smirk, “When you’re not being a bully. Sorry about that by the way. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“You can’t tell people how to grieve,” Daryl said to her and she stopped for a moment. Her gaze raised to Daryl and she released his hand as she spotted the small smile on his face.

“You’re right. You can’t. Now just shut your mouth and give me your other hand,” Dove rolled her eyes as Daryl placed his hand in hers. It felt good to finally be able to make things right.

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marvelstarwarsetc · 5 years ago

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All We Know- Daryl Dixon

PART THREE

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, Gore (The fact that its the walking dead should be warning enough lol)

Summary: Finding her way back to her sisters was all that mattered to her. When the world ended she had lost everything, so finding them became all that mattered. Or at least, it was, until she stumbled across a redneck hunting in the woods.

*Starts in Season 1 and will be a multi part fic*

Part One Part two Part Four

After getting over the initial shock of finally being reunited with each other Y/N realized that their older sister was no where to be found, and she couldn’t help the panic that immediately began to set in as she scanned the faces of the crowd that now surrounded them, not seeing Andrea’s face and growing more and more concerned by the second. Although when Amy noticed her sister’s panicked look she had assured her that Andrea was fine and had only been on a run for supplies with some of the other group members.

The two took the rest of the afternoon to get Y/N’s stuff set up in the RV and Amy took it upon herself to introduce Y/N to the group members who were moving about camp doing their own things.

The man who held the gun to her head when she first came into camp was named Shane, and as soon as he learned who she was he apologized, however that did not seem to get rid of the uneasy feeling Y/N got when around him. He seemed nice enough, and as long as he kept his distance she’d be fine, but she couldn’t help but not trust the man. She had known too many men like him to trust him.

Along with Shane she had met Dale, Jim, Mrs. Morales and her two children, Lori and her son Carl, and a woman named Carol and her daughter Sophia. Carol had mentioned having a husband, but Amy warily explained later that he wasn’t worth getting to know and the two continued on. Though Y/N made a note to revisit that later.

By the time Amy had introduced her older sister to everyone and got her few belongings set up in the RV, which Dale of course was so nice about, the two sisters found themselves sitting by the burning coals of the small fire. Amy had wanted to ask her sister a question since she had seen her walk into camp by herself, but she wasn’t sure how to do it. Y/N of course was just waiting for her sister to ask, since she knew it was inevitable. But Amy never got the chance to ask as a loud alarm caused the two to shoot up out of the camp chairs, joining some of the others over at Dale’s RV to see what was going on.

Dale sat atop his old Winnebago in an old lawn chair, a scoped .22 resting in his lap, as he looked down the road through a pair of binoculars.

When Amy introduced the two earlier, Dale had informed Y/N that the group had been using the old RV to keep watch. Usually him, Shane, Glenn whom she had not met yet, and Daryl would take turns keeping watch throughout the day and over night. Y/N didn’t hesitate to offer to take on a night shift, knowing sleep didn’t come easy for her these days. At first Dale seemed hesitant but when Y/N assured him she knew her way around a gun, he agreed.

“What is it?” Shane called up to the older man, trying to get a sense of what the group was dealing with as most of them looked down the road with unsure eyes.

“Looks like it’s a car alarm, Glenn’s driving I assume!”

It turned out that Dale’s assumptions were correct as a red challenger came flying up the road towards the camp and a younger Korean man jumped out of the front seat when Shane went running over in a hurry to get the alarm shut off while simultaneously yelling at the poor kid about how stupid he was.

Y/N couldn’t blame him for wanting to get that thing turned off as soon as possible. The longer that thing kept ringing like that the more walkers it would attract towards the camp, though Y/N still couldn’t help but feel bad as she saw the look on who she figured out was Glenn’s face.

But Y/N’s worries about walkers and car alarms were quickly forgotten when a surprised yell rang out from over near a white church van and caught her attention. When she caught sight of who the cause of the sound was she dashed forward without another thought, clinging tightly to her sister who she hadn’t seen in years.

“Andrea!”

“You found us! Oh my god I can’t believe you actually found us!” Andrea exclaimed as she held her sister’s face in her hand with a happy look on her own face. But the moment was short lived when Andrea looked around in confusion before looking back at Y/N, who knew what Andrea was going to say before she could say it.

“Are you alone?” The older blonde asked, regarding her sister with a pained look on her face. Y/N sighed and nodded her head slightly, not wanting to meet Andrea’s eyes. She was hoping to avoid this subject for as long as possible, but obviously she was not granted that luxury.

“Y/N.. where are your kids?”

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fanficslutforsmut · 5 years ago

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Walking Blind (Daryl Dixon TWD) Chapter Four

When one of the new douchebags came I left the watchtower, walking away, quicker than usual to see if Monet had stayed where I had left her, sitting up on that damn perch.

By the time I got there she wasn't even there, damn girl was just gone. I looked around to see if I could spot that mop of long blonde hair or that dumb dog she's got but I couldn't find them anywhere.

"You seen Monet walk round here?" I asked Carol as she mixed some food.

"I showed her to the showers a while ago, she hasn't been back since then." Carol scrunched her eyebrows together, realizing how long it had been. I walked away before she said anything else, walking towards the musky wet smell, the metal door was closed but I could hear the water still going. I hit the door a few times, calling her name before I heard Bear barking from the other side. I pushed the heavy door and walked in, Monet was on the floor face down, naked and wet. Her skin looked almost blue and was ice cold to the touch like she was sittin in a fucking freezer or somethin.

Bear cried and whined while licking her. I tore the flannel from my body, covering her with it and then her bottom with one of the white towels. She was bleeding from her head, a gnarly cut from the concrete. I shut the water off, picking her freezing body up and holding her close to me, nudging the door open with my foot and nearly running out the door with her.

"Hershal, Hershal need your help out here," I yelled, Bear on my heels barking. I pulled her body up and even closer when my grip turned to shit, breathing heavy while I turned to the side to get us in the door of Hershals cell.

Hershal shoved me outta the way, his fingers on her neck, then looking at the blood coming from her head.

"She'll need stitches for sure, what happened?" He asked, not even bothering to look away from her while he moved her blood-stained hair from the cut.

"I dunno, she probably fell or something, I found her like that in the showers." I breathed, trying to look over Maggie as she pushed a smaller towel to her head, wiping away the blood. Hershal started to thread a needle, and I watched as he tied her skin back up together.

"She's gonna need some clothes, come with me and we'll find her some, let my dad take care of this," Maggie told me, trying to pull me away as he checked for any other injuries.

"I ain't goin nowhere." I scoffed, puffing out my chest and staying guard. She rolled her eyes, knocking my shoulder as she went past me to get some clothes.

"You should keep her in a cell instead of that perch, keep her away from the stairs," Hershal told me, he was trying to cover her up more with a cheap blanket. I nodded but kept my eyes focused on her. Bear was at her feet, licking them and crying for her.

"It's gonna be a while until she wakes up, why don't you and Carol fix her up a cell." He offered, even though it sounded more like an order, but Hershal knew what was best so I nodded, taking one last look at Monet and walking out and towards the perch.

I knew I looked at the least pissed of by the way everyone seemed to slide right on through as if I wasn't even there. That's how they probably wished it was, that I weren't even here, I know what they think of me. Just a dumb hick who can hunt some meat.

I cleared everything out of the cell trying to make room for her, I put my stuff on the top bunk, I knew it was wrong to go through her shit, but I couldn't help it. Mostly it was horrid smelling dirty clothes, two cans of food, a half-empty water bottle, a small black book filled with pictures.

I sat on the bottom bunk, looking around for a minute, opening the front cover.

There was a couple in a hospital room holding a baby, a caption written next to it. "Monet Ophelia Charleston Born May 6th, 1993"

The next few pages were various stages of her life, all with a small one or two-sentence description. I couldn't see the resemblance until around her highschool years. A picture of her next to a few other girls wearing a red and black cheer uniform, jumping and holding a big trophy. "Mo, Rachel, Samantha, Teagan fall of 11' regionals, first place!!!"

Every milestone was documented, her first steps, her first tooth, learning to ride a bike, every first day of school, dances, prom, graduation all of them with the same guy standing beside her for years, some douche named Carter, whose hold on her always seemed so wrong, but the fun memories turned sour a few months after graduation when there were numerous hospital pictures. Mo with broken arms "Monet King county hospital, 3rd broken arm this year 2012", and legs "Monet 2012 'fell' again", big bruises covering her face "Monet

'ran into' the door 2013", cuts on her forearms and legs "Monet 'fell into' the bushes 2014". My breath caught on the second to last page.

It was a hospital band with numerous sized pictures of her face. Her eyes were bleeding and unbelievably swollen, it was sharp purple and black bruising around her eye, the bad one. Then there was recovery photos, some pre-surgery, some with her eyes bandaged, ones with her wearing glasses and using a cane. Carter was still in the background of all these pictures too, standing and watching her. "Monet 'mugging accident', broken orbital bone, almost completely blind. May God bring her peace and heal her. 2015,"

Bear soon came into the photos "Monet' seeing eye dog Bear! 2016", then there were family photos, holidays, and everything seemed to be normal besides a littering few hospital pictures in between.

I scoffed and through the book down when the last page came to sight, a wedding invitation for Monet and Carter due sometimes next year.

I shoveled her thing back into the book bag before taking the dirty clothes to Carol, asking for her help in washing them. We washed in silence and listened to the almost peacefulness of outside, other than those diseased ridden bitches gnawin at the gates.

We wrung them dry and hung up the clothes, I passed Carl and several others on the way back inside before Rick stopped me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me aside.

"The fuck you doin' man?" I seethed, tearing my arm out of his grasp and standing back.

"Don't you see, she's nothing but problems. Someone has to babysit her all the time, she can't even take a shower herself without almost dying. We can't keep her." He told me, looking away from me and towards the fences.

"The hell you tryna say then? Dump her somewhere, she'll die." I was mad, pissed even. Rick wants to go out and save some kid who was shootin at him, Glenn, and Hershal, keep him around but we can't keep Monet?

"We can give her supplies-"

"She won't survive out there and you know it." I shoved, puffing my chest and standing tall. "Thought you were all about not killin the living." I hissed, spitting at the ground by his feet, stocking away and heading into the prison. I passed everyone silently, heading to Hershal's cell.

"I've got her stitched up, she'll need painkillers when she wakes up, which I assume you have?" I nodded "She'll be out for a while, why don't you occupy yourself, I'll watch her." I nodded, turning around and walking towards Carol.

"She might need a few things, you and Glenn could run to the store and get her stuff." She suggested, looking towards the cell she was resting in.

"Like what?" I gnawed on my thumb, harshly chewing the skin off and preparing myself to make a mental note.

"I could come with instead, make sure she'll have all of her, womanly things." She smirked, I rolled my eyes, barely nodding and walking outside towards the cars. I was going to take my bike until Carol stopped me.

"We should take the car, in case we find food or other things for everyone." I nodded, we stood for a minute, filling the gas while I eyed up Rick who was also staring right back at me. Just as Carol and I were getting in the car Maggie and Glenn came out running.

"She's awake, I think, yeah she's awake," Maggie told me. I looked at Carol and the car. "We'll go, you and Carol check on her, we have to get little ass-kicker some formula anyway." Glenn finished up as they already started getting in the car. I half-ass nodded before jogging inside.

"I thought it would be a while," I asked Hershal, watching as he hovered over Monet. "I did too." He looked at me. He was dabbing a cloth at her forehead while she nodded around.

"Daryl?" She asked for me. My chest felt tight and hot and I pushed my way through to be up close to her.

I hummed, giving her a nudge with my hand, she grabbed me tightly, squeezing my fingers with her tiny soft hand. Hershal pushed a small metal chair behind me, I sat down waiting for her to say anything again but she didn't she just hummed and looked towards me.

She had a blue eye, dark almost grey color but the other was white and cloudy, you could barely see any blue at all. She had a small scar under her eye that was so thin I never noticed until now. She was so pale, not just now but even when I had first gotten her. There were clothes on the floor by the bed, I'm assuming Maggies.

"We'll leave you two to get decent," Carol told me, pulling Hershal out of the cell and leaving the curtain to fall in place, blocking us from the outside.

"Here are some clothes, I won't look or nothin," I told her, putting the pile on her lap. She groaned, squeezing my hand harder as she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest to keep it from falling.

"I might need your help, I'm so light-headed right now." She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning forward.

I hummed and started grabbing back at the clothes, I tossed Maggie's shirt to the side and grabbing the flannel I had covered her with, off the ground. I grabbed a small grey bra from the pile.

"Here's your bra." I looked away while handing it to her. Monet slowly took it from my hands, and I look back when I heard it clasp together.

"Shirt" I whispered, fluffing out my shirt and helping her button it up once it was wrapped around her. She sat with her head back and her eyes still closed.

"You got a lot of marks on ya," I mumbled, she sighed. "Thought you wouldn't look." She didn't sound mad, or even sad, just tired. I kept my mouth shut, handing her a small rolled-up bundle of panties. I watched as she rolled them around in her hands for a second before realizing what the were. She didn't even stand, just pulled them up her legs and lifting her ass for a second as they slid up her hips. I handed her the last item, making sure the jeans were the right way, helping her slide her feet in and letting her use my shoulders to stand up, before sliding them up her waist.

She swam in my shirts and Maggie's pants were baggy and loose on her.

"You eat much?" I asked. All I could think about was how horrible her body looked when I found her in the bathroom.

She was so pale white that every bruise she had was so noticeable, even the ones in that god awful yellow color. Her legs black and blue, her sides and back purples and yellows. I could see her spine, her ribs, her hip bones. She looked like a skeleton. Fuck, the walkers outside ate more than she did.

She just hummed along to me, laying back down once I put some socks on her.

"Want me to get you anything? Need some food or something?" I asked, nudging her feet. She moved to grab my hand, now facing me.

"I already ate some of the meat you brought earlier." She told me, clearing her throat. I hummed, letting her hold my hand, grunting when she let it fall.

"What happened in there?"

"I fell looking for the soap, ironic to drop the soap in a prison huh." She laughed, it was lazy and breathy. I just hummed along to her. Bear whined and Monet patted her side, "Up Bear." and he listened, jumping up and laying next to her.

"Daryl, we might need you out here," Carol told me from the cell door, I looked to Monet. "It's ok, you can go," Monet told me, I couldn't even say how she knew I was waiting for her but she did.

"I'll be back, holler if you need me alright." I nudged her side before leaving, following Carol.

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sapphireharrie · 5 years ago

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an anchor

the one where she puts her life on hold for him.

It has been two weeks since Harry’s home and Y/N has been really sensitive with everything since then. Harry knows better not to get in her way because she’s been so snarky. It has happened before and Harry usually tried to cheer her up, but this time he’s also tired. He came home to be with his girl, but all she did was trying to keep her distance. This Y/N usually happened when she’s in her highest level of stress, she has this habit of pressing down whatever she’s feeling to the point where she can’t hold it anymore and then she finally explodes.

Y/N is that person you know that when she wants something, she has to get it. It has been one of the main things that she always knows since she was little. She’s a law student, a good one, actually. Always wanted to be a lawyer since she was around 7 years old, after watching legally blonde. Y/N knows the consequences that she had to face when she and Harry first started up their relationship, there are some sacrifices that she has to make. Y/N and Harry met through Jeff’s girlfriend, Glenne, who happens to be one of Y/N’s closest friends in Uni. Glenne has graduated a year before her, that is when she finally realized that she has been putting her life on hold. She took a year off when she and Harry’s relationship started getting more serious. A bit foolish, looking back now. But unlike her, Harry’s solo career has taken off in a blink of an eye. What about hers? She’s been stuck in the same cycle over and over again to the point where she thinks that maybe, just maybe, Harry is her anchor, but not in a good way. Everyone knows how people have their own human anchor that keeps them down in a good way, but not this one, this doesn’t feel like that. She feels like Harry is the reason why she’s going nowhere, he feels like an anchor that keeps her drowning, and gosh, she just wanted to swim.

She started Uni, again, a year later, but she has missed a lot of classes because she needs to be there for Harry, which affects her GPA a lot. Some of her professors have contacted her about her GPA; saying that if she wanted an intern in their firm, she has to be more serious and her sole focus has to be one goal only; being a lawyer.

***

“Do you want to eat out tonight? I’ve been wanting Nobu for a while now.” Harry started the conversation after they sat there in the sofa for twenty minutes without saying anything, Y/N with her laptop on her lap and Harry is just sitting there in a silent, legs up on the table, and watching her typing since then.

“Can’t, have to finish up my assignments due in two days,” she said without looking up from the laptop,

“We haven’t been catching up since I’m home, love, you’ve been so busy lately,” he continued, and finally found the courage to move his seat next to her, “I said, I can’t, H. This is important.” She said finally looking at him when he moved beside her,

“Well, okay, do you want me to buy you anything for dinner? Maybe some smoothies?” he asked, again, trying to make some conversation, or maybe just trying to look after her,

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll just make some later,” she tried to stop the conversation because to be fair, she doesn’t feel like talking, not to anyone, not to him. The realization of what she’s been doing to her own self just ate her up to the point where she thinks that even just taking a minute to talk is just going to waste her time even more,

“You know, don’t worry about me, if you want Nobu, go. Ask Jeff or someone to come with you, you have lots of friends, don’t you? Go talk to them.” She said, getting up and walked to their room without even looking back to Harry. Harry sat there calmly, he saw this coming actually, that’s what she has been doing since he came home, snapping at everything he said. He sighed and lay his head on the sofa for a while, he’s tired. He’s tired physically and mentally, which the latter one usually can easily be cured by her presence, but now it seems like she might be the reason for it.

He then decided to also walk to their room, trying to maybe talk it out after she finishes her assignment. She was laying on the bed with her phone when Harry walked to the room,

“I’m going out with Sarah tonight,” she said without looking away from her phone. Harry was startled because when he asked for dinner together she said that she has to finish her assignment and told him to go out with his friends and now she’s the one going out with his band member,

“Thought you said you wanted to finish your assignment?” he walked to her side, looking down to her,

“I finished already, thought you wanted to go out with the guys.” She said casually, not looking at her phone once more,

“Come on, love. Are you avoiding me or something? We haven’t talked with each other since I came home, it seems like either you always have assignments or you’re going out with some friends. I need to be with you for more than two minutes, please?” He sat down beside her, trying to reach out to her hands,

“I know, but I already made plans with them for months ago, Harry. You didn’t even tell me you were going home before and I can’t cancel my plans with them just because you’re suddenly home.” She runs her hand to her hair, getting frustrated because she knows too damn well where the conversation is going,

“But, I’m not always home, aren’t I? Why can’t you just make time for me for a little bit?” He asked again, trying to come up with better words,

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you,” she stood up from her bed, facing him, “I can’t make time for you for a little bit?” she raised her voice and for a second Harry was startled because he didn’t mean for this conversation to turn into an argument,

“What? I’m right, aren’t I? Because now whenever I have free time you’re never home, or you’re always preoccupied with something. You know how my schedule is, how can you not make time for me even for just a day, with me? Love, I’m going away, again, tomorrow. I’m not going to see you for another two months for my second album release.” He’s now getting as frustrated as she is, standing up so that they can be even now, looking eye to eye. This is the longest they’ve talked since he’s home,

“Oh no, don’t you dare pull out that ‘I’m so busy with my schedule because I’m a musician’ thing to me, Styles. How dare you say something like that when every time you’re gone to another country for months all I did was wait for you to come home and open my arms the second you arrived. When you work in your studios all the freaking time, how dare you say that when every time you’re home I made dinner for you and you didn’t even come home, because you’re in your studios all the damn time. How dare you say that I don’t make time for you when the second our relationship has gotten serious, I took a year off from Uni for you. Don’t pin this on me when it hasn’t been fair for me. This, whatever it is you’re doing to me, H, it isn’t love. You don’t do that to someone you love.” There it was, she finally exploded, and Harry was furious with whatever words that came from her mouth, he didn’t know why he was so mad, maybe because she was right, maybe because he hasn’t been the best boyfriend in the world, but he tried. God, he tried.

“What if you’re in my position? Would you take a year off of your career to help mine? To wait for me, cook up dinner for me which ended up with me calling you to tell you that I can’t make it for dinner because something came on the firm, and then you eat your now cold dinner alone wondering what the hell am I doing to myself? Not even for all that, would you hold off your career just to be there for me? To be there for every mental breakdown that I’m going to have before every exams and trial? Would you? No, because we’re talking about you here, your time is worth so much more than mine, am I right?” she continued when she saw Harry freezes in his place,

“What? So, you want me to hold off my second album to make time for you? Is that what you want?” he finally opens his mouth, “Is this what this all about? Because my career is better than yours? I never asked you to hold your Uni, you did that out of nowhere. What? And now you’re jealous because you just realized that you’re going nowhere and my career has been better than yours? Is that what it is?” he shook his head in disbelief,

“I’m not talking with you until you realized what you just said, H. You’re upset, I’m gonna go now, I’ll come back for the part where you beg me to forgive you.” She said, taking her car keys and purse,

“I’m breaking up with you, then. I can’t be with someone that thinks my success is her failure or whatever it is,” he then took his wallet with him, both of them decided to maybe walking away is the better choice,

“Oh no, you don’t. Don’t you see I’ve been cooking up dinner for someone who’s not even there? bustin’ my ass for someone who didn’t even care to come home? You can’t do that to me. If we’re going to break up, you don’t get to be the one that break things up. I am. I’m leaving.” She then proceeds to go to their closet, taking the closest luggage that she can reach and packed all of her stuff that she can keep in there, Harry was just standing there looking at her in once again, disbelief. If that’s what she wants, then that’s what he’ll give her.

“Good then, leave my key on the nightstand, don’t let the door hit you on your way out,” he pointed to his side of the nightstand. Next time you’re looking for someone, why don’t you go for a high school graduate that just got into college? Maybe you wouldn’t be so jealous of them since you’re already ahead of them.” He snapped and then walking out of the door.

***

Harry 2:15am I know you were mad at me and I just hope you didn’t mean what you said to me about how I didn’t love you. I know that I haven’t been the best boyfriend but one thing that you shouldn’t have question from me is my love for you, because everything that I ever did was for you and us in the future–when there was still a future for us. Hope you’re well. H

Harry 5:47am and I also made an album about and for you.

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twdeadlysins · 5 years ago

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Bloodletting: Part Two

Season two, episode two (2/2)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 3,098

Warnings: Slow burn, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos

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

Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve uploaded another part for this series. Writer’s block, lack of motivation, and just life has been factors in why I haven’t. I’m trying to get back into the groove of things! <3

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

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

MASTERLIST // TWD SERIES REWRITE

Daryl and the others were casually strolling through the woods to go back to the interstate before they heard a bloodcurdling scream ring out in the silence. The hunter raced with the group close behind in the direction it was coming from while he went for his crossbow on his shoulder. Andrea was on the ground crawling backwards as a walker was trying to nab her, but a woman with ear length brown hair rode on a horse with a bat in hand, striking the dead with a blow to the head.

The woman urgently asked the blonde if she was Lori, obviously in a rush and desperate to find her. Carl’s mother announced she was Lori and so the mysterious woman said that Rick had sent her and that she needed to come with her. Lori was baffled and didn’t understand what was going on and frankly Daryl didn’t either.

“There’s been an accident, Carl’s been shot. He’s still alive, but you’ve got to come now.” Lori’s eyes widen with her mouth gaped open in shock to the point where she didn’t move a muscle, just wandering her eyes back and forth unable to say or do anything. “Rick needs you, just come,” the woman strictly urged and that managed to make Lori snap out of it as she quickly shrugged off her backpack.

Daryl whipped his head towards the mother. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don’ know this girl, you can’t get on that horse!” but she didn’t listen as she continued to hop up onto the mammal.

“Y/N said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl? Backtrack to Fairburn road, two miles down is our farm. You’ll see the mailbox, the name is Greene.” After that she galloped off into the woods where the group just came from leaving the others to comprehend what had just happened and the hunter to fire an arrow into the walker’s head that sat up with a wheeze.

The travel back to the highway was quiet and left Daryl to think about what had happened. She mentioned Rick, Carl and Y/N by name, so she obviously knew them and the shot that rang out prior was consistent with her story, she didn’t seem like a threat either… just sincere. The archer couldn’t do anything, but inform Dale and T-Dog about what occurred and then meet up with Rick at the farm tomorrow. Dale questioned with concern about Carl being shot, so Glenn elaborated about them not knowing since they weren’t there and a girl had swooped Lori up and took her.

“You let her?” Dale inquired towards Daryl which made him get defensive.

“Climb down out of my asshole, man. Rick and Y/N sen’ her, even knew Lori n’ Carl by name,” he retorted, brushing past the old man while Andrea angrily walked into the RV. Dale had asked if she was okay after learning that her screams were due to a walker, but all she gave him was a heated glare.

Shortly after, everyone was discussing about going to the farm, but Carol refused to leave which led to Dale point out that they were split- scattered and weak. “What if she comes back and we’re not here? It could happen.” Carol made a valid point, but so did Dale and it was a tough decision to think about. If Sophia made her way back to the highway and they weren’t there, it would be horrible. Everyone was searching for her and the place she knew where her group would be was the interstate, so to not see them there… she would feel helpless and wander someone where else… she would never be found.

Daryl had a plan, tomorrow morning would give them a chance to rig a big sign and leave her some supplies. He was going to stay with the RV tonight leading Dale and Andrea to stay back as well. Glenn wanted to too, but was instructed to go- to reconnect with the group and get T-Dog there since he had a blood infection that went from bad to worse. Learning that information sparked an idea from hunter, so he went to his motorcycle- Merle’s rather and snatched an oily rag off to get what he was really looking for inside his pouch… a bag of prescription meds. Daryl tossed the dirty cloth to Dale, scolding him for leaving it on his brother’s motorcycle and asked why he had waited so long to say anything.

The archer searched through his brother’s stash for something that could help T-Dog with his infection. He threw a bottle of strong painkillers to Glenn and oxycycline to Dale stating that the medication was top quality, not the cheap stuff and with that he walked away.

After you had provided Maggie with the rest of your group’s location, you settled into a wooden rocking chair looking off into the sunset lit field still huddled in a blanket. Rick had came outside not long after and stood with his hands on his hips, his signature stance, and you could tell by his expression, he was thinking.

“Hey,” you softly called, making him break out of his thoughts and turn his head to look down in your direction, not making eye contact with you. “Carl will get through this- you guys will get through this. Maggie went to go get Lori, Shane is out there with Otis to get those damn supplies, and you’re here, giving your blood. Everything will be fine.” Rick nodded his head, going through what you said to him in his head before giving you a small smile, finally looking at you.

Hershel came out of the house and went to stand beside your best friend after giving you a concerning look to which you just smiled hoping it would assure him you were fine. You still had a fever, but overall the medicine was helping with your infected wounds and easing the bruised bone that was your hip. The two men talked about Hershel’s house and how it’s been in his family for over 160 years and it hasn’t been touched by the dead which was a miracle. Walkers were everywhere it seemed, but this place- this farm makes the world seem normal, like the apocalypse didn’t even occur. He elaborated that he had lost friends, neighbors… family. His wife and stepson’s death was the result of the epidemic, but his daughters were spared and he was grateful to God for that. “These people here, all we’ve got left is each other. Just hoping we can ride it out in peace ‘till there’s a cure.”

“We were at the C.D.C… it’s gone now. There is no cure,” Rick informed which brought a wave of sadness to course through you not only because of the tragic event, but also that there was no cure- that there was no stopping the walkers. It was your life now and you’d have to survive through it if you wanted to live that is.

“I don’t believe it,” Hershel chuckled. “When AIDS came along, everyone panicked. One boy in town came down with it and some people pulled their children from school, so they didn’t have to sit in the same room-”

“This is a whole other thing-”

“That’s what we always say, ‘This one’s different’-”

“Well, this one is,” Rick blatantly said, trying to get his point across since it wasn’t reaching Hershel’s head.

The old man lightly snickered and you knew he was going to continue the debate. “Mankind’s been fighting plagues from the start. We get our behinds kicked for a while then we bounce back. It’s nature correcting herself, restoring some balance.” You managed to barely roll your eyes at his statement not agreeing or believing that was the case. Rick gave him a ‘bitch-da-fuck’ look that clearly yelled he wasn’t convinced. “I wish I could believe that.”

“No disrespect Hershel, but I don’t believe that shit either and never will. Do you really think nature is correcting herself with the fucking apocalypse? People are not even human anymore and you think a cure will make it all better? I’ve seen their insides hanging out and they were walking around like it was a flesh wound, no cure can fix that.” You couldn’t hold your tongue anymore, you had the urge to voice your opinion to hopefully open up his eyes, but you had a feeling it would take more than words to change that. Before he could even think of an answer, you could hear hooves galloping in the distance.

Once Lori got off the horse, she stood there and started to sob as Rick made his way over to elope her in a hug that tugged at your heartstrings. Her grip on him was tight and they rocked back and forth a couple times before Lori started to walk forwards making her husband walk backwards desperately wanting to get to her boy. The two of them proceeded to walk towards the room and you plopped down on the couch wanting to give them their privacy and space.

“Here.” You glanced up to see Hershel offering you some more medication and a glass of water, so you took the pills out of hand and tossed them in your mouth before grabbing the glass to swallow the contents. ��Thank you,” you muttered earning a nod in return as he pivoted to go into the kitchen. “Hey, Hershel,” you softly called and he halted to peer at you. “I’m sorry ‘bout earlier, I just… I tend to curse a lot and loudly voice my thoughts and opinions… especially when I keep them bottled up.”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I don’t blame you,” he assured before disappearing into the other room, but the little voice in your head kept pestering you, telling you that he was lying. You shook your head and mumbled for it to shut up and took another sip of the water before scooting back into the couch, hugging the blanket around yourself.

“Y/N,” you heard someone call. You lifted your head and bewilderingly scanned around the room for the source since you had just woken up from a nap. Hershel was standing near the dining table raising a glass of orange juice with another in his other before setting one on the wooden surface. Once you limped your way to the table and into a chair to drink the juice, Lori was helping a pale Rick into the room making you choke on the liquid at his sickly appearance.

Hershel gave Rick the other glass, ushering him to drink more once he took a sip and was about to put it down. “Rick you look paler than me, drink the whole damn thing,” you joked, earning a glare from the deputy, but he complied.

Lori placed both of her hands on the back of the chair across from you for support as she spoke. “Okay, I understand when Shane gets back with this other man-”

“Otis,” Hershel corrected, making you take a sip while peering at the interaction before you, having a feeling this was going to get tense.

“Otis, the idiot who shot my son.” When you choked the first time, it was minor, just a little clear of your throat and you were fine, but this- this sent you over the edge. You set down the glassware as you coughed, earning concerned expressions to which you held your index up for them to wait. “Oka-okay continue, m-sorry,” you said with a tiny smile as you cleared the itch creeping up your throat, going for your cup praying nothing else would make you go into a coughing fit again.

“Ma’am, it was an accident,” Hershel softly assured, but Lori wasn’t having any of it as she told him she’d take that into advisement later, but for now he was the idiot who shot her son. You couldn’t help finding the whole conversation amusing how Lori was blatantly dissing Otis and you didn’t blame her, but you didn’t entirely blame Otis either. Yes, he should’ve been more aware before pressing the trigger, but at the end of the day it was an accident.

Rick placed his hand on top of hers. “Lori, they’re doing everything they can to make it right.”

You nodded agreeing with your best friend, both palms wrapped around your glass. “Otis feels guilty… obviously someone would feel that if they accidentally shot a kid,” you muttered, glancing into your half full cup, before peering back up and clearing your throat noticing you said that out loud. “He’s trying to redeem himself, tagging along to go to a walker infested high school to get the supplies needed to save Carl, so… let’s go easy on the guy, okay?”

“Okay, as soon as they get back you can perform this surgery?” Lori questioned seeming to hear, but ignore what you and Rick had said. “I’ll certainly do my best.” Rick’s wife nodded at his response before asking if he’s ever done the procedure before. “Well, yes, in a sense.”

“In a sense?” She said and your brows furrowed and titled your head in confusion. “What do you mean in a sense? You’ve either done it or not doc,” you replied.

Rick made a remark about how they didn’t have the luxury of shopping for a surgeon to which Lori lightly chuckled knowing that before she inquired for assurance that Hershel was a doctor.

“Yes, ma’am, of course. A vet.”

Your orbs widen and you spit out the orange juice understanding exactly what type of doctor Hershel really was, but Lori wasn’t on the same page. Rick and Lori gave you a ‘wtf’ look before going back to Hershel with hope in her eyes. “A veteran? A combat medic?” You shook your head as you wiped the juice off of your face, waiting for Hershel to inform them.

“A veterinarian.” You peered over at the couple and the look on their faces… they were shocked to hear that the only patients he has ever had were animals. Lori put her reaction aside and asked what animal he’s done the type of surgery on before. As she started listing a few mammals, Rick quietly announced he had to sit and as he did so, he lost his balance, falling onto a chair. Everyone rushed to aid him, you even bolted up to help, but you winced at the sudden rush of movement and eased back down in your seat seeing that Lori had gotten it covered.

“Completely over your head, aren’t you?” Lori said staring at the vet after she made sure her husband was fine.

“Ma’am, aren’t we all?”

Nightfall had masked the sky as you were all watching Hershel take Carl’s blood pressure. Lori’s side was leaning against the door frame while Rick was in front of her waiting for the vet to report an update. Hershel had requested for you to stay off your feet for a day or two until your hip was better to deal with and your fever wasn’t too high, so you were seated in an armchair staring at the wall above the bed in a daze. This whole situation was fucked. First you get stuck at the interstate, you lose Sophia, and now Carl’s critically injured and everyone’s separated. You hoped Shane and Otis were okay, you really wished you could’ve went, but you would’ve just slowed them down or even get yourself killed in the process. The rest of the group was back at the highway and you just wanted them to get their asses to the farm because it already felt weird not being with them.

The doctor removed his stethoscope and informed that his pressure was dropping again and time was running out, so Rick hurriedly jumped the gun and demanded for him to take some more of his blood, whatever Carl needed no matter how much, give it to him and then he was gonna go… Go?

“Go? Go where?” His wife questioned in confusion catching what he said as well.

“He said five miles, they should be long back by now. Something’s gone wrong,” Rick elaborated and he wasn’t wrong. It has been hours since Shane and Otis drove off to the high school to get some supplies. Yes, it was infested with loads of walkers, but it shouldn’t have taken this long. “Are you insane? You’re not going after them.”

“Rick, listen to your wife,” Hershel advised, but Rick wasn’t listening and started to talk about them getting into trouble, but the old man reminded him he was in no condition to do anything about it. Your best friend had given too much blood, he could barely stand and even if he tried to go after them, he wouldn’t make it off the porch. Rick was stubborn and wasn’t backing down, saying if something went wrong, he had to be there. His wife sternly said his place was here and if Shane said he’d be back, then he’d be back. “Rick, I know you want to, hell I do too, but we have our limits,” you mentioned in defeat.

“I can’t just sit here!”

“That’s exactly what you do!” Lori snapped. “If you need to pray or cry or tell God he’s cruel then you right ahead, but you’re not leaving, Rick. Carl needs you… here and I can’t do this by myself,” she softly muttered. “Not this one.”

Guilt suddenly washed over you once Lori had said the last bit. She went through Rick being in hospital alone, you weren’t there for her and Carl or even Rick during that time. Sure you visited a couple times, but it was brief and usually late at night after visiting hours since you had a friend that worked in the hospital who let it slide. You didn’t want to face her because you’d blame yourself for getting him shot and now thinking back it was selfish for you to do that, but you thought it would be better if she didn’t see you. Regardless, if you had to stay put, then so did Rick. You’d just have to wait for Shane and Otis to come back from their supply run, and the others from the interstate. Once they save Carl, then him along with you and Rick will heal and get better, that’s when things will start looking up. After that, you all can resume what had you out in the woods to begin with… finding Sophia.

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mychemicalimagines · 6 years ago

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I Found You

Request: Hi! omg i just found ur page and i absolutely love itttttt! Could you write an imagine where the reader is rick grimes daughter and when the thing happens ( u know walkers n stuff lmfao ) shane couldn’t find her so she leaves and fends off by herself and she manages to get by in the plague or whatever that was and ends up in the prison somehow and Glenn is the one who finds her and brings her in and you decide what happens after

Characters: The Reader, Glenn Rhee, Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes, Beth Greene.

Words: 1063

Warning: None

Tag List: @you-a-southpaw-doll @jayrart

A/N: Sorry for the late post, as said before things have been going crazy around here. haha Thank you for reading and if you want to request please message me or submit an ask!

It’s been almost a year since this apocalypse started and I still haven’t found my family. The day it started, I was working at the cupcake shop and when my boss started eating people, I ran as fast as I could out of there. I drove home and looked all around my house. My family had left. My mom, Lori, took all the pictures, along with Carl and hers clothes. That was then, I made it my mission to my find my family.

My mom, brother and my dads best friend Shane are probably hiding out somewhere but I just keep searching and searching. My dad, Rick, was in a coma before all of this happened because he was shot on the line on duty at work, so I’ve only been searching for my mom and brother.

I noticed during this stupid world that if you smell like the Dead Ones then they leave you alone, so I’ve killed enough Dead Ones to get enough blood on me so they would leave me alone. I’ve held myself up in a little gas station so I wouldn’t have to be around them. I stare at my map, looking for a new direction to go, until I hear something outside my window. I glance over the counter and see a Korean guy standing outside. He’s looking in the window and bangs on it. After a few minutes when nothing happens he tries to get in the door. I locked it last night so he is faced with a locked door. He kneels to the ground and I lose sight for a second. He stands back up and opens the door walking in. I stand straight up pointing my gun at him when his back was to me.

“You know it’s rude opening a door where you’re not wanted,” I say.

He jumps and turns toward me pointing his gun.

“I’m not here for trouble. I just wanted some food for my family,” He says glancing at me up and down.

“I’m looking for my family and you don’t see me crashing where you’re living.” I walk out from behind the counter slowly, gun still pointed.

“I’m Glenn, I can help you. My family and I live not to far away. We have women, children. You can stay for a night and I’ll take you somewhere tomorrow in one of the cars.” He says lowering his gun. “I’m not here to hurt you. I promise.”

I look at him and says sternly, “If you try anything, I will kill you. I won’t hesitate.”

“Understood.” He says quickly.

I lower my weapon and says, “I’m Y/N. Grab whatever you want. I won’t be back here.”

For the next 20 minutes I help Glenn grab all the food that was still edible and take it out to his car. I look at him.

“Glenn, where is your place?” I ask curiously.

“We’re staying at the prison. Come on we can go now. They’re expecting me back pretty soon.” He says getting into the car.

I get into the passenger seat and watch as Glenn turns around the car and starts driving. We don’t speak much, until Glenn strikes up a conversation.

“So who are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for my mom, brother and my dad’s best friend.” I say staring out the window. “My dad was hurt before all this so I don’t think he made it.”

“What are their names?” He asks but I don’t answer since were pulling up to the prison.

A young boy and an older woman are opening the gate and we drive in.

“Welcome. Like I said I’ll help you tomorrow to start looking for them. At least drive you farther than you would be able to get on foot.”

“Thanks,” I say and I step out of the vehicle at the same time he does.

“Glenn, who is this?” The older lady says.

“This is-”

“Y/N?” The young boy says. I turn quickly.

“Carl?” I say breathlessly.

I run around the car and run straight to him. I slide on my knees in front of him and pull him into a hug.

“I found you. I found you.” I whisper holding him close.

“Shane said we couldn’t go find you. We didn’t know where you were.” He holds tightly onto my shirt.

“I’m here Bubby. I’m here.” I pull a little from the hug. “Your hair.” I laugh a little moving some from his eyes.

Before Carl can answer, someone from behind me shouts out, “Who is this, Glenn?”

Carl looks over my shoulder and yells, “Dad! It’s Y/N!”

I look over my shoulder and see a bearded man with a Colt Python on his hip.I stand straight up and turn as I do.

“Dad?” I whisper. I get a better look.

“Y/N?” He asks stepping forward.

“Dad?” I run forward.

He runs toward me and wraps his arms around me. I start tearing up.

“Y/N, I thought...Shane said...You’re here.” He whispers in my ear.

“I’m here dad. I thought you were dead.” I whisper hugging him tighter.

“I woke up a month into this dumb world. After I found Carl and your mother, I asked where you were. Shane said you were killed at work.”

“Well here I am. And I’m not leaving you and Carl ever” I smile and look at Carl.

“Come on Y/N! You can stay with me and Judith!”

I look at Carl with a confused expression on my face, “Who is Judith?”

“Our baby sister!” Carl grabs my hand and pulls me toward the prison.

“Sister?” I ask, walking alongside Carl.

“Yeah. Mom got pregnant and gave birth maybe a month ago?” He says opening a door and leading me up some stairs.

“Beth, can I have Judy please?” Carl asks walking up to a young, blonde girl. She looks at me then pulls the baby to her chest. “Beth, this is my sister, Y/N. Y/N this is Beth.”

I wave to her and smile. She hands the baby over to Carl but stays close. Carl puts Judith into my arms and I look down at her. I instantly start crying. I have a baby sitter, and I never knew about her.

I found my family, and I am never losing them again.

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jeffersonstarships2099 · 6 years ago

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Everything

Fandom: Walking Dead

Characters: Shane Walsh/OC

Warnings: Attempted Assault, Violence, and Smut

A/N: Takes place in Season 3 at the prison. Shane and Lori never got together. And Shane survived.

They were fine.

They were alive.

Shane’s hands gripped the steering wheel of the old beat up Chevy like a vice, blood oozing from his knuckles as his jaw clenched. Dana could see a faint bruise forming on his chin. She could tell he was pissed. Hell, he was beyond pissed. She could hear his rapid heartbeat as she sat in the passenger seat right next to him. His nostrils were flaring. He was trying to control his breathing. He hasn’t said a word to her since…since it happened. Dana glanced down at her own trembling hands. She could see the black and blue mark of the hand that had forcefully grasped her. Her stomach clenched as her words caught in her throat. She wanted to say something, anything.

Anything to help him relax, to calm down.

Her hands continued to shake. But how could she calm him down when she could barely keep control of herself? She mentally chastised herself. She was a cop before the world went to shit and the dead started walking. How could she be so shaken up from one incident?

It was just supposed to be a simple run. In and out of the gas station down the road from the prison. It was supposed to be easy. So easy that Rick just sent her and Shane. Her heart rate started to pick up again.

“Breathe, Dana,” She mentally told herself. They were alive. Her and Shane were still breathing.

They were fine.

They were alive.

But it could have been worse, so much more worse. Dana closed her eyes as the previous hour replayed in her head.

“Just get the essentials, Shane,” She told the tall curly haired brunette as they entered the gas station. Her eyes quickly took in what the abandoned store had to offer.

Shane looked back and smiled at her. “Nothin’ wrong with getting some little luxuries, Darlin’,” Shane said as he held a few bottles of whiskey he found on the back shelf. Dana smiled and shook her head. “Fine, just don’t tell Rick that.”

“Remember snitches get stitches,” Shane joked.

“Or end up in ditches,” Dana added for him.

Shane gave her that lopsided grin of his that always had butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Hell, she always had butterflies in her stomach when Shane was around. He had the power to turn her into a blubbering mess and she was completely fine with it.

Because she was completely in love with the Southern cop.

Too bad he didn’t know it.

Maybe it was better this way. This world was too dangerous to get attached anyone. Death was an everyday occurrence.

But she was already attached. Hell, she was so far gone it wasn’t even funny.

“Any signs of walkers?” Shane asked as he continued to stuff canned goods into his backpack. Dana quickly glanced at the front of the store where the windows and doors were made of glass. She scanned the area and shook her head.

“No, nothing.” She responded. “I’m going to go check the back really quick. There might be more food stocked up back there. Shane nodded at her. “Just be quick. We can’t linger for too long.”

Dana nodded and made her way towards the back of the store, her Glock 22 drawn in one hand and knife in the other. Her face lit up with a smile as she realized the back room was filled with canned foods. She let out a small laugh. Maybe today was going to be a good day after all. The young blonde holstered her firearm and stuck her knife in the side of her jeans. She quickly started filling her backpack with cans.

Dana heard the door open behind her. Assuming it was Shane, she didn’t turn around. “Looks like we hit the jackpot today, Walsh.”

“Yah, looks like we did,” a voice that was most definitely not Shane’s sneered behind her. Dana’s heart stopped as she froze. She stood up and turned around. There standing at the door were three greasy men that were eyeing her up and down. A dreadful shiver ran down Dana’s spine.

This wasn’t going to end well.

She’s been in this apocalypse long enough to know what men like that wanted.

Her right hand slowly inched toward her hip in hopes of drawing her gun. However, one of the men noticed and drew his weapon on her.

“Nah, Nah, Sweet Cheeks. Don’t even think about it. Hand up,” He taunted. Dana slowly put her hands up. Don’t show emotion. Don’t give them satisfaction, Dana thought to herself.

“Come over here. Let’s take a look at ya,” The second one directed with a sniveling smile.

Dana stood in her place, not wanting to go anywhere near them. The leader of the men didn’t like her defiance and stomped over to her and grabbed her by the hair.

“Mother fucker!” Dana exclaimed as he dragged her out from the back room. Dana glanced around the store looking for Shane, hoping he was okay, that these three inbred assholes didn’t get the drop on him.

The man pushed her face first into the wall as he put his body weight against her. Dana swiftly threw head back into his face. She heard a crunch as the man grunted in pain. Thinking this was her chance to escape, Dana tried to get away from his grip but the man quickly regained his bearings and kept her against the wall. He held his gun to her head as he licked her ear. “You got some fight in you. I love it when they fight. It just makes it more rewarding…like breaking a wild horse,” the man sneered as his hand trailed up her torso and roughly grasped her breast. Tears made their way into Dana’s eyes as the man grinded his crotch into her ass.

“Hurry up, Joe. I wanna get in there after ya.” The second man said. Joe gave a laugh as his hands continued to roam Dana’s body, “You were right about hitting the jackpot today, Sugar Plum.”

Suddenly a scream and gurgling sound was heard from behind them. Joe turned to look at his buddies. Dana glanced behind as well. Her heart swelled in mild relief as she realized Shane had stabbed one of the men in throat and was now wrestling with the third guy. Since Joe was distracted and had let some of his weight off of her, Dana was able to reach down into pants and retrieve her knife. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it into Joe’s upper thigh. The man screamed in pain as he recoiled in agony. Dana swiftly turned around and punched him in the face. She was about to hit him again when Shane tackled him to the ground. Shane continued to pummel Joe with his fists, over and over again.

Dana just stood there watching him. Should she stop him? Did she even want to? The man deserved it. How many other women did he terrorize? How many more would he assault if he were to survive?

A million thoughts ran through Dana’s head as she watched Shane beat the guy half way to death. A low moan brought Dana out of her thoughts. The loud ruckus of the incident had attracted walkers.

Dana grasped onto Shane’s shoulder as he continued to deliver blows. “Shane, we need to go.”

Shane didn’t stop.

“Shane!” Dana yelled. “We need to get out of here. Leave him for the walkers.”

“We’re back,” Shane muttered as he pulled up to the prison. Dana glanced up to see Glenn and Maggie pull the gates open as Shane drove the truck into the prison yard. He promptly put the truck in park and went to open his door to get out. Dana immediately grabbed his arm. The former deputy turned to look at her. “Thank you,” she said softly. Shane’s dark eyes went from hard to soft for a second as he just gave her nod before exiting the vehicle.

Dana took a deep breath and tried to calm her trembling.

She was fine.

She was alive.

They both were.

“How’d it go?” Maggie asked as Dana retrieved her backpack from the bed of the truck. Dana let out a breath.

“Fine,” she said with a tight small grin. Maggie quickly picked up on her friend’s hesitance. “Dana, what happened?”

Dana shook her head as she tried to keep the tears from spilling. “Nothing, I just need a shower.” She quickly gave the bag of supplies to Maggie and made her way into the prison, hoping the inmate showers would calm her.

An hour and half later, Dana felt somewhat better. The shower doing its job. After realizing she left some things the truck, Dana made her way outside. The sun had quickly set making the moonlight the only thing to light up the prison yard. As she made her way to the truck, she could see a dark silhouette sitting on the truck bed.

“Hey,” she said softly as she realized it was Shane. The man gave her small smile. “Hey, Darlin,” he responded. Dana’s lips twitched into a smile. She was somewhat happy he was acknowledging her again. Her smile faded when she realized his hands were still bloody from the debacle earlier. She had cleaned up but he hadn’t. She sighed as she took his hand in hers and dragged him to her cell where she had a first aid kit.

“What are ya doin’, Dana?” Shane asked. “Cleaning you up, Rocky.”

Shane glanced around her cell, a small candle lit lantern illuminating the dark prison cell. Dana pulled out a red metal box filled with first aid supplies as Shane took a seat on her bunk. “Found these in the guard station. It’s a good thing I worked in a jail for the first few years of my career,” She said as started to apply ointment to Shane’s knuckles. He gave a small hiss in pain. However, he still gave her that lopsided smile that she loved so much. As she stood above him, her soft hands working on his bruised ones, Shane had to control his breathing. She looked like an angel above him, her wet blonde hair curling at the ends, her eyes focused on the task at hand.

“Yeah, good thing for me, Darlin’,” Shane responded. Dana smiled at him. But her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Shane had been around her enough to know her smiles. He could tell she was still shaken up from today. Hell, he was beyond livid still. He wanted to drive back to that gas station and continue to beat the living shit out of that man who touched her like that.

Then it occurred to him. Here she was after being assaulted taking care of him. And he hasn’t even checked on her since. What kind of asshole was he? Back before the world went to shit, he could deal with female assault victims. He knew what questions to ask and how to ask them. But the fact that Dana was almost the victim felt like a stab to his gut. She was too good for this world. She was proof that an angel could walk through hell.

“Hey,” he said softly as he made her stop her ministrations. Her blue eyes met his dark brown ones. “Are you okay?” He asked.

Dana quickly nodded, “Mmmhhhmm.”

Shane raised his eyebrows at her, definitely catching her in a lie.

Dana sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I have to be��things like that,” she paused to take a gulp, “things like what happened today, happen all the time in this world,” she said. “It’s just reality.”

Shane stared at her for a moment, a small tinge of anger settling in his chest, “It’s not going to happen to you. Not while I’m still breathin’…You’re the best part of this fucked up world. I’m not lettin’ anyone change that.”

Dana scoffed, unable to believe it herself. “You’re overestimating me. In this world I’m nothing, just surviving.”

Shane looks her right in eye and without hesitating he responds, “You’re everything.”

Dana’s breath hitches in her throat, not knowing what to say. Her heart was beating too quickly.

Shane quickly realizes what he just revealed and mentally scolds himself. He stands up and turns to leave the cell, when Dana grabs his forearm. Shane turns back to look at her, his eyes boring into hers. The blonde steps closer to him and softly presses her lips to his. Shane hesitated for a second before responding to her. His rough hands cradled her face as his tongue made its way into her mouth. He kissed like drowning man and she was his first breath of air. Her hands made their way into his curly hair, tugging and pulling him closer. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Shane lips were rough and chapped but Dana has never tasted anything sweeter.

Dana’s heart was pounding as heat pooled in between her legs. Shane backed her against the cell wall, his torso against hers. His lips found her neck as her leg hitched up against his hip. She could feel his erection in between her legs. Shane unconsciously grinded himself against her as Dana tilted her head back a let out a small gasp.

This seemed to snap Shane out of his trance. He gently pulled back and unwrapped Dana’s leg from his hip. He looked at her, her pupils were dilated with lust and her lips swollen. He was sure he looked just as undone. He wanted her. God, did he want her. But he needed to make sure this was what she wanted as well. He needed her, but he would rather die than force himself on her like the asshole at the gas station.

“Are you sure you want this? If we do this, there’s no goin’ back. You’re it for me, Darlin’,” Shane said as he ran his thumb along her hairline.

Dana’s eyes lit up with love as she gave him a smile. Shane knew this smile was real.

“Nowadays, you’re the only thing I’m sure about,” Dana responded softly.

Shane gave her his lopsided smile before reattaching his lips to hers. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He gracefully carried her to the tiny bunk and laid her out before him, her thighs cradling his broad hips. His lips kissed along her jaw and down her neck as his hands ran under her tank top.

Dana let out a small moan as his hands grazed her breast, her hips grinding up on the bulge in his cargo pants.

Dana’s hands rapidly discarded Shane’s shirt. Her hands ran over the well-muscled chest of the deputy before her. Her fingers softly tracing over the tattoo on his pec. He was absolutely beautiful and it made her wonder how she went so long without touching him like this.

Soon enough her shirt and bra were off and Shane’s lips were attached to one of her breasts as he his hand made its way into jeans and past her underwear.

“Oh fuck, Shane,” Dana moaned as one his fingers found her bundle of nerves. He slowly stroked her as she continued to writhe below him. “Right there.” Shane grinned into her breast as his fingers continued their work. His fingers were magic and they knew just how to play her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Shane muttered as she came apart below him. Dana had to fight to catch her breath. It had been so long since she had climaxed like that. And he wasn’t even inside her yet. He really needed to get inside her.

“You okay there, Darlin’ ?” Shane asked with a smug smile. Dana gave a light chuckle.

“Just get your pants off, Walsh,” She ordered.

Shane chuckled as he reached down to undo the buttons of his pants. “Yes, Ma’am,” He answered his deep Southern drawl that somehow made Dana wetter than she already was. She quickly shed her own pants. Before the couple knew it, there was nothing between them. It was just skin on skin.

Fire on fire.

Shane reached down and hiked Dana’s leg over his hip before slowly entering her. Dana’s breath caught in throat as she fought to relax her body. She closed her eyes as she stretched to accommodate him. Shane was most definitely not a small man and she would definitely feel it in the morning. Shane was all the way inside of her when he buried his head in the crook of her neck. “Tell me when it’s okay to move,” He told her. She was tight, wet, and warm…so very warm. It took all of Shane’s control not to start thrusting away. But the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. He wanted to make this good for her.

“Okay,” Dana whispered as she shifted up her hips. Shane closed his eyes as pleasure shot through his body. He started to thrust as he lifted his head from her neck and kissed her furiously. His arm went above her head, caging her in. Her hands ran over his muscular arms and down his back. He was all around her, inside her, all she could feel was him…and she had never felt so safe.

“Shane,” Dana moaned as she broke the kiss to throw her head back in pleasure. Shane stared down at her as he continued to move inside of her. He had never seen anything more beautiful as Dana O’Connor looking up at him with love and pleasure in her eyes. Again, that just proved his point:

She was his angel in this world of demons.

This was where he was meant to be. Fuck the outside world. Fuck everyone else. It was just the two of them.

They were fine.

They were alive.

“So close,” Dana muttered as her fingers entertwined with his above her head. Shane’s own climax was creeping up. But he needed to get her there first.

“Come on, Darlin’. Let go for me,” He huskily moaned as one hand went down to her bundle of nerves. He felt her clench as she threw head back in bliss. “Shane,” she moaned one last time.

The sight of her coming undone was enough to throw Shane over the edge as he thrusted one last time and spilled himself inside her. “Fuck, Darlin’,” he groaned.

All that could be heard in the cell was rapid breathing and the shallowing beating of hearts. Shane rested his head in the crook of Dana’s neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. She could feel his breath on her neck as his chest pressed against hers.

He slowly lifted his head to look her in the eyes and gave her a small smile. “I meant it. You’re mine now, Darlin’.”

Dana gave a smile of her own. “I never wanted to be anyone else’s.”

They were fine.

They were alive.

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