#and i only hear abt one or two rounds of the sirens

[merriclo]

love it when i just randomly start hearing shit like wtf is that

[nessinborderland]

Can I get something with Niragi and y/n both are chaotic and in the militants and everyone thinks they are prefect for each other but y/n is actually with Chishiya and Niragi is lowkey jealous (not out right bc I just don’t see that being him but he picks on them abt him and being like I could be better)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader x Chishiya

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 992

Summary: You know Niragi likes you. Chishiya knows it too.

Warnings: sex, threesome kinda?, sloppy seconds, cuckhold, voyeurism, betrayal

Notes: Welcome to another part of the saga "Will Inês ever be able to actually follow prompts?" The answer is no 😌 sorry not sorry. Lol I am sorry tho, I swear I'm trying my best. Enjoy!

“What the hell, dude, that bear was mine!” you scream at Niragi. The man laughs before aiming at another animal, shooting it in the head.

“You’re way too slow," he says with a smirk, “Plus, I’m a much better shooter.”

“Fuck you!” you say in what you hope is a threatening tone.

“Yeah, I’m sure you would like that,” he retorts with a laugh, before continuing to focus on the game. “Maybe one day I will.”

“Oh, yeah?” you say as you aim at the big tiger just a few meters in front of you. “My boyfriend would love to hear that,” you pull the trigger, and the animal falls to the ground. Niragi huffs.

“Tsk, like I care about what your freak of a boyfriend thinks,” he says. “I have a bigger gun anyway.” you can't help but notice the innuendo in his words.

“Hmm, I don’t know, his gun is pretty big,” you say with a smirk. “You know...if you want to fuck me, you just have to ask him,” you add in a teasing tone. He stops aiming to look at you, brow raised.

“Like I would ever-” a siren interrupts him. The game is over. Your phone rings with the telltale sound of 'Game Cleared'.

The ride back to the Beach goes as usual; you and Niragi fighting over who was the better player. It never goes beyond banter, though; the man has a short temper, but he never goes too far with you. You would shoot him before he had the chance to, anyway.

You know he's attracted to you; you can see it in the way he behaves when he's around you, usually so different from everyone else. If the circumstances were different, you know you wouldn't hesitate in giving yourself to him. The chemistry is there; everybody thinks so too. Even your own boyfriend can see it.

But Chishiya never seems jealous.

That's why you aren't surprised when he whispers something in your ear, right in the middle of a meeting. You sit on his lap, as usual, hand on his hair as he says things that go straight to your core. You both smile as you stare at Niragi, right on the other side of the table.

Oh, this is going to be good.

*****

It was so easy. All you had to do was to show up at his door, naked under your kimono. He was pushing you down on the bed before you could say much. Convincing him to put on handcuffs had been harder, but nothing you couldn't accomplish with his dick in your hand.

His cock feels amazing inside you. He's not as thick as Chishiya, but he's long enough to almost hit your cervix every time you impale yourself on his shaft. His hands are handcuffed to the bed, but that doesn't stop him from filing your neck and breasts with hickies. He makes you feel so full.

"So this is what turns you on huh?" Niragi says as he looks over your shoulder, "Watching your girl get fucked by someone else." You glance back to stare at your boyfriend. His face has the same expression as always, eyes glinting with maliciousness. It only makes you hornier.

You stop your movements and turn your back to Niragi before sinking back on his cock. You're now facing Chishiya, sitting on a chair right at the feet of the bed. His smirk widens, and you know he likes what he sees. You wish he would stand up and fill you up too.

But that's not why you're there.

Niragi is coming inside you with a grunt not long after. You feel his cum on the inside of your thighs as you move towards your boyfriend. Chishiya is kissing you before you can touch him, pulling you to him. You kiss him back just as hard, straddling him and grinding on his bulge. You need him inside you.

"Not now, sweetheart," he stops you as your hands try to pull him out of his swim trunks. "I'll give you what you want after we're done here."

You sit back on the bed as he stands up and walks to a nearby closet, opening it.

"Hey hey, don't touch my stuff!" Niragi says as he tries to get himself free. You swiftly put a gag on him, and if looks could kill, you would be dead. Chishiya ignores him, pulling a box out of the back of the wardrobe, opening it to retrieve a small bag.

"What is it?" You ask. You know he wanted something from Niragi's room, but he never told you what. Chishiya shrugs.

"I don't know." He says, "Guess we'll see." He gets closer to you, hands on his trunks. "Lay down on your stomach, baby."

You do as he says, crying out in pleasure when he finally shoves himself inside you. You keep your eyes on Niragi as Chishiya thrusts in and out of you, right beside the other man. Part of you wishes they were both fucking you at the same time, but you know that will probably never happen; especially after tonight.

That doesn't stop you from sucking Niragi's cock. The man gives a muffled moan as you put him in your mouth, but Chishiya only chuckles before thrusting harder inside you. Your pussy clenches around him as he fucks you, and you can feel your orgasm coming closer.

You're coming not long after, moans muffled by the cock in your mouth. Chishiya comes inside you right after, making a mess of your swollen pussy. You feel so full and sensitive; you're not sure you can move.

You kiss Niragi on the cheek right before you leave the room, promising him a round two if you ever see each other again.

The man just stares at you. His look says it all.

He will be coming for you.

You can't wait for the moment he does.

[pansunset]

I’ve seen several posts from other LGBT+ folk, saying that of you oppose the BLM protests or try to get on your high horse about riots, you shouldn’t celebrate pride. They’re absolutely right, but I have yet to see a post with a similar sentiment aimed at nonblack neurodivergents. So here I am. This is gonna be a long ass post, because I want to make sure my point is made clear. Also, reminder that I’m white and in no way an authority on any of this. But I feel like I can’t be silent abt this anymore.

If you talk shit about the BLM protests, if you do anything to hinder them, you need to sit the fuck down. ESPECIALLY if you are neurodivergent.

Not only is it fucking abhorent and racist, which should be reason enough for you, you are betraying the entire neurodivergent community.

While Black people are statistically the most affected by police brutality, neurodivergent people are also risking death when interacting with police. Lack of eye contact is seen as evidence of lying, any hand movement can be construed as potentially reaching for a weapon, using the wrong tone of voice can be construed as resisting arrest. What do these three things have in common? They’re all common traits in people with autism, along with other conditions under the neurodivergent umbrella.

I want to remind everyone of two decently infamous cases where a cop was violent towards an autistic person, because we don’t talk about them nearly enough in autistic circles.

On July 18th, 2016, Charles Kinsey was shot by police in the streets of Miami. Thankfully, he survived. Kinsey is a mental health therapist, and at the time, he had been looking for an adult autistic patient whose symptoms were pretty characteristic of autistic stereotypes. When he found the patient, the patient was sitting on the side of the road playing with what was obviously a toy truck. There were cops on the scene, barking orders at the 23 year old autistic man, and he either didn’t hear them or wasn’t able to grasp the situation. Either way, the cops pointed their guns at him. Allegedly, they mistook a toy truck for a gun, though I don’t believe that for a second.

Kinsey began yelling that the man was not complying because he was autistic, that he was unarmed, and laid on the road with his hands up, trying to get his patient to do the same. The cops ignored him and fired three rounds, and one hit Kinsey in the leg. When questioned, the cop claimed he was aiming for the patient and missed. Kinsey was left handcuffed on the road and bleeding.

Had Kinsey not been present, the patient would have likely been shot and killed, and cited as a threat if he had a meltdown. You shouldn’t need a therapist frantically telling you a patient’s medical history to tell you that a grown man sitting in the road playing with a toy truck likely is not neurotypical and may not understand whats happening.

The year before, in Marksville, Louisiana, Jeremy Mardis was shot and killed by police while riding with his father. He was six years old.

Jeremy’s father, Christopher Few, had been driving safely, and noticed cops on his tail. Fearing for his son’s safety in the event he was arrested, he was trying to catch up with his fiance so she could take the kid if the cops arrested him.

This resulted in a 2 mile chase that ended with 18 rounds of ammunition being fired into Few’s truck, despite Few having his hands in the air. Two of them hit him in the chest and head. Jeremy took 5 bullets, one of which hit him in the head. The coroner’s report indicated that he spent his last moments alive surrounded by loud sirens, flashing lights, and in excruciating pain. The officer’s excuse was ‘self defense’. Against a terrified father and a six year old boy.

I could cite more cases of police violence against autistics alone, but these two got a lot of publicity when they happened and I almost broke down reading the details of both. Every time I see a cop in public, I tense up or freeze. Maybe if I don’t move, they won’t see me. I’ve been in two instances where an encounter with police had me scared for my life.

And here’s the thing. Like I said, I’m white. I am still at risk, but I am astronomically safer around police than a Black autistic person. Society at large does not really let neurodivergent people show symptoms without mockery or violence, and for Black neurodivergent folk that goes double.

My point is that if you are neurodivergent and you don’t support BLM and the movement to end police brutality, not only are you a fucking racist, you are a traitor and a threat to the neurodivergent community, especially Black members of the neurodivergent community.

Black Lives Matter. Fuck Cops.

[gryphonablaze]

So borderlands sirens

Only six can exist in the universe at once, at least according to a recording from Jack in bl2. He says he already knows about three (Angel, Lilith, Maya), so the other three would reasonably at that time be Amara, Troy and Tyreen, since Troy and tyreen were born sirens, and they would have been old enough to be alive at that time. I also have reason to believe Leda, Troy and Tyreen’s mother and Typhon’s wife, was a siren. Troy cites that siren-stuff ‘runs in the family’ and also, when Typhon and Ledaopened the vault on Necrodefayo, how would they have charged the key if there was no siren to charge it? Now let’s look at circa BL1. Maya was born a siren, because at birth she was handed over to the monk dudes BECAUSE of her siren-ness, and so was Lilith, presumably, either that or she acquired her powers at a very very young age (in the bl2 Bunkers and Badasses expansion there’s a line where she says that she was ‘bullied for two things when [she] was a kid; her tattoos, and bunkers and badasses.’) so at that time we have Angel, Lilith, Steele, and looking at ages, Maya, Troy and Ty, Leda (maybe) and Amara. But that’s too many! But we don’t know if AMARA was BORN a siren. In bl3 it’s discovered one can acquire siren powers without having been born with them. According to her fandom wiki entry, she was raised in the slums of her home planet Partali. Raised implies spending the majority of her childhood there. If she was a siren at that point, it is unlikely she would have still lived in slums; sirens are very powerful, and there are always people after that power. Now she became a superfamous brawler and ‘conquered’ it for lack of a better word because I can’t think of it, and became known as the Tiger of Partali. Where would this child in poverty have found that initial push or power to start brawling? She acquired powers that she didn’t have before. And she’s known as the TIGER of Partali, most likely I believe because of her siren tattoos, stripey like a tiger I guess. Anyway. I believe Amara was not born with, but came into her siren power somewhere in her adolescence. Now, if we consider that, there’s one less siren in the mix of those eight. I think Amara came into her power after either Steele died at the end of BL1, or when Leda died, which I have reason to believe also could have occurred before the events of BL1, because Typhon talked about how Leda died not immediately after their childrens’ birth, but a little bit after, but early enough that he raised them mostly on his own. So we have two options for which siren might have had to die for Amara to acquire her powers; either Steele or Leda. Now I can’t get an age on her from her wiki page, but I’d hazard a guess she’s in her mid twenties. I’m p sure the time gap between bl1 and bl3 is about twelve years, so I’m not sure whose death, Leda’s or Steele’s, is the more ‘appropriate’ timing for Amara to receive powers that allowed her to rise up as a hero in the fashion that she did. Idk. But at that point, round bl1, that now leaves us either with Angel Lilith Maya Steele Amara Troy and Ty (in which Leda’s powers go to Amara) or Angel Lilith Maya Steele Leda Troy and Ty (in which Steele’s powers go to Amara at the end. But in configuration one, who would Steele’s powers have gone to? And in config two, who would have Leda’s? That’s still one too many, and who would this extra siren be? Same number problem! Unless...? Sirens are WOMEN who are either born with or somehow otherwise acquire dope supernatural space magic powers. Troy is a Siren, yes, because he can leech sirens and then use their siren powers... but he was sickly. Without Ty to keep him alive, he would have just dropped dead at any point. He wasn’t supposed to exist, especially as a siren, but perhaps something about Leda being a siren passed the powers on regardless. There can only exist six sirens in the universe at once. What if the supernatural space magic doesn’t RECOGNIZE him as a siren? What if he doesn’t count? Then our siren count would be even at the times of bl1 with Angel Lilith Maya Steele Amara and Tyreen. Around bl2&3, then, after Steele’s death, that leaves a gap for one more (valid) siren, and given their power, danger, etc, it’s not unreasonable for a sirens caretakers to be like ‘oh shoot a siren’ and go into hiding, thus explaining why we’d not have heard of her. [strikethrough]and oh what a nice place for my oc[/strikethrough] I have a second theory abt male sirens, but it doesn’t fix up the odd siren count so idk, but. My though is that yeah, it’s always said that sirens are WOMEN with dope ass powers, but what if male sirens do exist on just as regular a basis? But like calico cats (best analogy i can think of let me live) they can’t live for very long at all without some sort of aid, and so only the female sirens are left, which is why it’s the whole ‘sirens are exclusively women’ idea in the first place. Troy was the first ever male siren to have the means not to immediately die (support from ty), and thus why he exists as a male siren at all. Sirens’ ambient tattoo color is blue. But what if just female siren’s ambient color is blue? What if all male sirens’ ambient color is red, like Troy, but we just don’t hear or know abt it because they kick the bucket like at birth? Idk that’s my second how-does-Troy-exist theory. Like I said, it doesn’t even the siren count, so I’m leaning toward the former where the universe considers him invalid. Just another though I had

[amoristt]

Alive | Rick x Reader

@dinodiegos asked: Can u gimme some sick fuckin rick just protect in ur sweet ass from some zoms pls and thank you love you

Hell Yeah you can owo 

im dumb and accidentally made this more into action than romance so sorry abt that FHDJFS i wrote too much to just up and toss it out. hope you like it anyways and if u want one that’s Romance Specific hmu bc i love rick 

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warning: mild language, gore

Alive

Any second now you felt like you were going to collapse against the concrete.

Your shoes, already worn down from wearing them so often, felt like they were going to fall apart and leave your heels scraping, but you didn’t stop sprinting for even a second. Garbled groans and incoherent cries of the dead sounded from everywhere, leaving your head spinning. You were surrounded.

The sun was starting to shift beneath the tree’s horizon, and it seemed what was supposed to be a short supply run quickly took a turn for absolute worst. If you weren’t so entirely focused on searching for a way out you’d be worrying about where they had all come from but right now the only thing on your mind were two things: run, find Rick.

And to think, your day with Rick originally hadn’t started out bad at all.

The first stop the two of you made wasn’t too shabby, and you found yourself with a new hoodie and a hat for when the colder temperatures would start to settle in. Rick found some baby clothes stuffed into a dresser (which neither of you thought too deeply about) and you fawned over how small the item was, telling him Judith would look adorable in the pink and red top. There was a medicine cabinet with a few leftover vitamin and motrin bottles, along with bandaids and what looked to be some sort of disinfectant. It wasn’t a whole lot, but it better than nothing. Plus you and him had rounded up some more things from your previous run two days ago, so for the moment Alexandria was good.

On the way home you felt pretty good about the day. Rick was playing Cd’s that he’d scrounged up from one place or another, and you had a hand out the window, enjoying the push of the wind against your palms. In between the front and passenger seat where yours and Rick’s hands, locked together casually. With all the years having gone by you’d learn to enjoy the good days when they came, even if the world around you was in shambles. Odd how an apocalypse can make a slightly warm temperature and no murder a ‘good day’.

Things became a little bumpier as the day progressed, however. You’d passed by a few walkers here and there, their haggled and rotting corpses trying to stumble towards the moving vehicle with no avail. Neither of you thought much of it- It was the end of the world. Not seeing any walkers for the duration of your run would have been odd. Eventually though those occasional solo walkers became more and more, their numbers growing with every mile it seemed. They hung out mostly along the sides of the road, bumping into one another by trees and ditches.

After another mile or two the numbers thinned out again, and your nerves started to die down like before. Four or five became two or three, and finally there was nothing once more.

“What do you think happened?” you’d asked, eyebrows knit in mild concern. The car was quite a distance away from Alexandria, so the walkers didn’t pose an (immediate) threat to everyone yet. However you were still worried- something must have brought them all here.

Rick sucked in a breath and shrugged, tilting his head. “Can’t say. They’re spread out, though. If somethin’ brought em’ here it was a while ago.”

“Yeah,” You leaned back and stared blankly out the windshield, trying to shake off the odd dread that was building in your gut. “Guess you’re right.”

Rick’s eyes left the road for a moment at the sound of your voice, and he took in your expression before turning back to the wheel. His hand squeezed yours lightly.

“Don’t worry much about it,” He started reassuringly, “They’re far out here.”

“I know, I just-...” You shook your head. “We don’t have the best luck when it comes to walkers, Rick.”

He nodded once. “I know that, but right now we gotta focus on this. When we get back I’ll have someone keep an eye out just incase, sound good?”

“That sounds… Good.” A small smile found it’s way to your lips, the corners tugging up as you looked back out the window.

After that the car ride was spent in another comfortable silence, and you replayed what Rick had told you over and over in your head. Despite how you tried to tell yourself it would be fine, something felt wrong. Something felt dangerous, and it left you sitting there in a state of apprehension that you kept entirely to yourself. Even if you talked to Rick about it you knew what he’d say- that there was nothing to be worried about and that even if the walkers found their way to Alexandria, there was more than enough gunpower and people to wipe them out before they even got close the gate. Still, even thought you knew he was entirely right, anxiety settled heavily in your gut.

Miles even farther away, a few businesses sat in a circle of road. It looked to be some sort of strip mall, all the signs mostly broken down and laying in piles of rubble on the cracked parking lot. There were multiple empty cars sitting idle in their spots, all of them covered in years worth of grime and rust. The car you and Rick pulled up in looked like a million dollars compared to the rest, even if it had it’s own fair share of weathering down.

“One last stop?” Rick asked you, and you bit your lip. One last stop couldn’t hurt.

You agreed, and to avoid getting trapped in the lot, Rick made the choice to pull off the main road and part in the grass a bit away. You should have listened to your dread-filled gut when he turned the car off and hopped out, you following his lead and shoving your hands into your pockets. The small strip mall didn’t look like too bad of a place to search. Clothing stores, mini groceries, pretty much a huge variety of very useful things that Alexandria could use.

It was too good of a chance to pass up, so when Rick gave you that look of his, you nodded and allowed him to lead the way with his gun drawn. At first things were quiet. Only the sound of your steps on concrete could be heard, and soon you and him split off and allowed a few cars in between. You had your own gun held tight in your hands, your mouth dry as tension on increased in your muscles. Any moment now… Things were going to go wrong.

When things didn’t, in fact, go wrong, you scolded yourself for being such a baby. Sure, you were in a life threatening situation, but there was no real reason in that very moment for you to be acting like a cautious cat. As Rick gestured that he was going to branch further away, you allowed him to and rolled your shoulders in an attempt to calm yourself down. The last thing you needed was to be spooked by a sound and accidentally fire your gun at nothing. Then you’d really be in some shit.

Thankfully something about shifting your muscles did seem to loosen you up just enough to glide past a few more cars, eyes peeled and finger flush against the trigger while you made your way closer to shop at the very end of the strip mall: a grocery outlet. Both of the glass doors were wide open and shattered, the windows spray painted with what looked like horribly drawn atomic bomb mushroom clouds. You laughed silently to yourself and shook your head before coming closer. You poked your head into the building, peering into the darkness, and a pin-dropping silence took over.

All at once everything fell apart.

A piercing siren cut through the air, destroying the jarring silence with its merciless screaming. You realized, with crushing horror, that it was your car alarm.

It wailed and wailed and wailed, the sound making you launch away from the doors and back out into the parking lot. Panicking, your fear only doubled over when you didn’t see Rick over the tops of the cars. You weren’t close enough to the road to see the car but you knew damn well that was it was- a walker must have heard you pull into the grass before turning it off and the stupid thing thought there was people inside. It had set the alarm off, and now you were alone and barely armed surrounded by a labyrinth of vehicles.

You knew all too well what was to come next, and low and behold, you were right as always.

The first walker that made way through the line up of broken down cars was a tall one missing it’s left arm. Initially it was following the noise, but when you halted to a sharp stop and gasped it took note of you in the corner of it’s eye and reached out with it’s one last hand. You grimaced and took a few steps back, aiming to turn around and dart towards where you assumed Rick was, but when you turned around your heart fell to your stomach. Walkers, nearly a dozen of them, were spilling around the end of the strip mall and making their way into the parking lot. If you hadn’t already been spotted by one you’d just shove yourself down under a truck or something, but it was hot on your heels and coming closer despite how easily it’s attention could be grabbed by the siren blaring.

Darting left and trying to hide yourself from all the walkers pooling, you cursed under your breath. Your gun didn’t have nearly enough ammo to take on this many, and shooting them could make things arguably worse. If you started shooting then Rick would start shooting and who knows how many more that could attract. Instead of opening fire you just continued trying to make your way to his side of the mall, but you were stopped dead in your tracks at the horrific sight ahead. Even more walkers. They were hobbling towards the car as well, slamming into dead cars on the way.

Along with the car alarm still howling, you could hear the disgusting moans of the dead starting to surround you. With them both behind you and in front of you, you were trapped, and you tried to wrack your mind for something to do. You didn’t have enough time to hit the dirt and slide under a car- not that it would work in the first place because you were being hunted by the walker with one arm. You couldn’t just up and scream for Rick either because then it would attract them all. The only option you could see was maybe trying to get into a shop, but if the door was locked you were entirely fucked. They’d see you make the run for it, and if you couldn’t get in right away they’d barrage you in seconds.

Heart thudding in your chest, you barely registered when a walker passed by the car you were hiding behind. It hadn’t seen you, too focused on the sound, but your jump-scared induced reaction surely caught the attention of a few more that cut across their path to find their way to you.

Not knowing what else to do, you ran.

From one car to the next you jumped over hoods, bounced off doors and hauled yourself in between them trying to get away from the ever-growing walkers compiling behind you. Everything was happening at once- it felt like you were going to pass out right then and there. Rick was still nowhere to be seen and immediately your brain started filling in imaginary blanks.

They’d gotten to him. He couldn’t make it out fast enough. He’s dead.

Moans of the dead grew closer once again and you pushed yourself even harder. Walkers still chased you like a game past the obstacles of cars, and even though it would mean heading straight for the walkers in front of you, you still tried to get close to the area where Rick had been. He was closer to the car than you were given you were on the other end of the parking lot, maybe he was trying to get inside of it to turn the ever blaring alarm off. Maybe he was hiding inside a shop like you’d considered.

Finding that dodging cars and moving around them was taking too much of your time, you opted to choosing an aisle and taking a straight sprint down the line. Cars passed by you in a blur, and you quickly found yourself at the other end of the parking lot. However, it wasn’t the right end you wanted to be on. You were still far from where Rick had parked, and you were still being chased.

You made the impulse choice to give into your natural instinct to hide, choosing a van to duck behind before moving to the truck next to it. Without a seconds hesitation you dropped to your knees then your belly, using the massive tire next to your body to help haul yourself underneath the truck. You hoped, prayed that they lost sight of you when you hid behind the van. Your heart slammed against your ribcage when you caught sight of their shuffling feet coming closer, their ripped up jeans and shoes visible as they stumbled around in search of you. Looking behind, the sight of feet surrounded you almost entirely.

Dulled out shoes of all color stepped around the truck, their actions much slower and less driven than before. You physically covered your mouth just incase you were giving off any sort of sound, and all you could think about was how easy it would be for one to drop down and grab you. In the case that one happened to see you, it would be over. You would be trapped. You would die.

The walkers continued to hang around, stepping menacingly by the perimeter of the truck. You could have cried when a few branched off and disappeared, their attention having been grabbed once again by the alarm still running. One by one pairs of feet shuffled away from you, some quicker than others, and eventually you found yourself alone in your hiding spot. All at once you released the heaving breath you had been holding, your hand coming to run through your hair. Every part of your skin was clammy, your entire body trembling with coursing adrenaline.

Unable to stand even another moment underneath the truck, you scooted your way to the side and picked yourself up on the ground. For just a moment it seemed like you’d avoided the storm of walkers, their disfigured bodies moving to swarm the vehicle quite a ways away. You allowed yourself to breath, leaning forward and holding your hands on your knees while your chest rose and fell rapidly. When you looked up, eyes frantically scanning over the tops of all the cars, you still couldn’t see Rick over the horde.

You tried to see past all the moving bodies, but something stopped you. A sharp movement right in the corner of your eye. With barely any time to react, you weren’t able to tear yourself away when a hand gripped tight to your forearm. You jumped and bit back a startled cry, and then you came face to face with that same damn walker from before. Up close it was even uglier than you could have imagined, it’s face rotted and it’s jaw hanging open awkwardly. It’s eyes were so sunken and horrid.

Instinctively your free hand came up to rip at the walkers fingers, trying to free yourself. When it didn’t let up you opted to just backing up and putting your weight into jerking away, but nothing was working. Suddenly you were more than thankful that the walker only had one arm- if he had both of them he could likely take an even better grip and keep you pinned in your spot. Your mind raced for something to do, some way to pry the walker away from you without setting off the gun in your hand. To try and stop him from taking a bite at your face, you used your other arm and pressed it to the walkers chest to keep those teeth away from your skin. It didn’t help that he was taller than you, somewhat towering over your figure with his broken jaw attempting to bite around nothing. The thought to hide returned and in one fell push, you lunged forward off your toes and managed to send the walker toppling backwards onto the ground. It thudded and squirmed, it’s one arm working to find purchase.

With the way your mind was desperately thinking about what to do, it was no surprise that your limbs couldn’t keep up with every thought that raced by. As the walker writhed on the ground you made a move to escape its view by running around to the other side of the truck, but in your absolute panic you overshot your turn and slammed harshly into the metal front. Unfortunately, the combination of your already shaking muscles mixed with just how hard you’d slammed into the truck made for a deadly turn. You fell harshly onto the pavement, hands not quote catching you in time to stop your chin from hitting the ground. Pain shot through your leg, what if you’d broken it? The walker behind you had rolled onto its stomach by now. You scrambled in your spot, bringing yourself up halfway before you were yanked back down. Fingers wrapped iron-tight around your ankle, broken nails digging tightly into the flesh barely exposed with your pants rising up your leg.

The threat of being scratched and infected became very apparent, and you made the stupid, fear fueled response to try and kick the walker's head. It barely affected the walker, not feeling the pain from the blunt hits, so it just continued trying to either pull you down or pull itself up to you instead. Your gun had clattered out of reach, resting underneath the truck where you’d once been hiding.

Fear rose like bile up to your chest. You continued kicking at it, praying that some part of it’s skull would give and allow you break free, but it never happened. Frantic, you tried to roll out of it’s grasp, but when you stopped on your back you gasped out at the sight of another walker B-lining it straight towards you. It was a few cars away but moving fast, and with your current position at being unable to stand, if that walker arrived… That would be it. You would die.

A million words screamed at you but this time they weren’t of escaping. They were of the potential aftermath- Rick finding your corpse. What little family you had left mourning for you.

One thought stuck out more than the rest. If this was how you were to die, it was going to fucking hurt. You were going to suffer immensely, and finally adrenaline rushed through you all over again. Like a rabid animal you fought, twisting, turning, sitting up to tear at the walkers fingers. In your fight the grip loosened and in that very second you ripped away your leg and sent a kick straight into the walkers face. It’s skull ruptured against your powerful kick and nothing in your entire life had felt more satisfying than the bone crushing. The walker went limp, it’s face hitting the concrete with a thud.

Free from your grip you rapidly rolled over onto your hands and knees, but you didn’t get too far. As if it were one thing after another, a shadow covered over your still immobile body. That walker was right up on you, standing merely a foot away with it’s eyes fixated it’s prey. Something about the sight of it so close while you felt so tiny stopped you. You froze. Every part of you screamed to move but you couldn’t, paralyzed in your spot even as it started to drop down to make its attack. There was nothing in it’s eyes. It’s teeth clipped together. It’s rotting fingers reached-

A shot rang out.

The walker fell like a pile of bricks right in front of you. Everything sounded like it was underwater, and you felt like you were moving in slow motion as you tried to bring yourself to your feet. When you almost fell back onto your knees thanks to your uncoordinated limbs, you were forced back into your right mind when yet another hand came to grab tight on your shoulder, the fingers sliding down to your forearm where they clasped and literally pulled you up onto your feet.

Fight kicked in once again and you turned on your heel, not taking a second look before you put your hands flat against the figure's chest before you shoved hard. It did not fall flat on it’s ass like you thought it would, but it did lose it’s grip. However, you stopped in your tracks at the sight of what it was.

Rick.

Blood spattered his shoulders and the front of his shirt, his eyes just as frantic and intense as yours probably were. At your outburst against him, he steadied himself and rose his hands to his chest, his gun held tight in his grip.

“Where were you?!” Without thinking your arms outreached, grabbing him tight by the cloth of his shirt, and you pulled him as close as you could. You thought for a time there that you’d lost him, all those horrible ‘what if’s playing tricks on your mind and sanity. But, he was right there, and he had saved your life like he always did.

“I was trying to get to you,” His arms came to wrap about you protectively, allowing you your moment of recollection, before he pushed you away and brought you down to crouch along the side of the truck. “Listen to me, listen to me. They’re gonna be coming here any minute now- we gotta find a way to get back around to the car.”

You tugged at your hair, eyes scanning over the ground as you debated what to do. “Why are there so many of them?”

“I don’t know. Somethin’ brought em here.”

“I knew something was going to go wrong-”

“Hey, hey,” He held your face in his hands to stop you from your spiralling. “I know, you were right. But right now we gotta get out of this.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, sucking in a deep breath before taking a peek through the windows. Sure enough, the walkers were coming, but they hadn’t yet seen you. They aimlessly followed the area, growing closer but without much direction.

“Okay-” You tried to compose yourself by wiping over your face quickly. “Okay, they havn’t seen us yet.”

“But they know we're here,” Rick too took a glance through the musty glass windows. “Van,” He made a motion for you join him and you did, trying to follow his line of sight. “Right there. If we can cut across without being seen we can hide behind there. The walkers think we’re over here, where the sound was. They won’t know we left.”

You nodded and tried to not let the oncoming walkers psych you into acting too brashly again. “How do we get over there?”

“We run.”

You sent him a sharp glance. “Obviously, but how do we make sure they don’t see us?”

Rick took a moment to think, eyes narrowing at the stared at the van, then the walkers, then the van again. After a moment he nodded towards the walkers passing by the cars. “See that little gap?” You sprained your neck to see, and there it was. About a dozen of walkers stuck close together, and in between another handful there was a small gap that left a few cars left alone for a brief time. “When they split up, we cut across from that blue car to the red one. Now, if we stay low and move fast enough, we can make it to that van. They aren’t goin’ over there- they’ll go right by to get to here.”

Nodding, you swallowed again. This was so incredibly risky- even just one seeing you and him saunter from one vehicle to the next would be catastrophic. Still, you needed to get to your own car. It’s wailing was going to attract even more if you didn’t put a stop to it now. At your nod of understanding, Rick crouched back down again and brought you with him. His hand moved to grab yours, and even in that crucial moment, you stopped to take in his expression.

He was uncertain, fear coloring those blue eyes of his. You knew exactly what he was doing- in times like this he liked to have a ‘one last look’ of sorts should something happen. With a squeeze of assurance you nodded once more at him, mouthing the words, ‘It will be okay’. Quickly, he dipped in and kissed you once, twice. You kissed him right back, eyebrows furrowed in worry. You couldn’t lose him.

When he pulled away his eyes fixated on your hands momentarily before he plunged himself right back into his mind. In a second flat he let go of your hand and passed you, holding his hand up to tell you to stay sill behind him. Your stomach was in all sorts of knots, your legs shaking with all the movement and fear, but when he looked back at you before taking off you followed him with no regards. Instantly the two of you were behind another car, this one much smaller than the truck. Close behind Rick, he led you from one end to the other, and he stopped to peek over the hood of the car before once again darting across the opening before finding cover in another vehicle. Every single time you passed from car to car, those few seconds where you were bare it felt like you were going to either get grabbed or seen.

Eventually the horde was no longer coming right at you. They still hobbled towards where the gunshot rang out but you were on the side of them now, watching them go past. In the distance straight ahead you could see the van, it’s dirty white sticking out against the dimming daylight. Nausea settled deep within your gut as Rick stopped at the far end, waiting for the walkers to break up enough for him to make a break for it. This would be the hardest part. If you and him didn’t run at the exact right moment, if you took too long or went too early, you would be seen and chased. At that point, however, the two of you would be surrounded on either side.

You wished that you could’ve just stayed where you were, but the second half of the walkers were well on their way and unfortunately if you stayed you would be directly into their path. That van would be the only spot where you could hide  without being in the way or being detected.

Still standing in front of you, hand up to keep you halted, Rick looked back at you. “Ready?” He mouthed, and even though fright had you by the throat you still nodded. Seconds dragged on like hours, your heart thudding harshly in your ears while you waited for him to make a move. The car siren only lightened your nerves up further. The waiting was agonizing; scenarios played out like movies in front of your eyes. So much could go wrong-

Rick took off. He kept low to the ground while he moved, his actions swift and precise. Everything in your mind went blank as you reacted on instinct, following his lead. Leaving the cover of the car made you feel naked, passing from car to car at such a crucial moment felt like it was taking forever. Step after step, you swore that something had seen you. The last step you made before joining Rick behind the van was much for forceful, your body nearly toppling over when you finally made it.

Rick fingers came to grab at your arms, tugging you close to him while he moved from the front of the van to the back, keeping sure to watch the walkers through the tinted glass windows. When he finally came to a stop, letting your arm fall back to your side, you held your breath.

“Did they see us?” You whispered, and when he didn’t answer right away you felt your stomach drop.

“No,” Rick shook his head and exhaled roughly. “No. They didn’t see.”

Your head fell for a moment, a breath of utter relief making its way out of your lips. They didn’t see.

Walkers passed by the van, the two of you on the other side of it watching them unknowingly pass you right by. They gathered around the dead body of the one Rick had shot, then all their eyes searched aimlessly for something to take sight of. Thankfully, you and him were gone.

As the last of them passed by to join the group, Rick nodded his head to motion for you to follow him as he made his way around the car, stopping at the trunk and taking a peek around the end before darting out of the cover. Now that the horde had been attracted to the other side of the parking lot, it was a race to get to your car before any others did. A straight shot past a couple dozen vehicles and you’d be there- and Rick knew that.

You followed close behind him, the two of you dead sprinting down the line. He was faster than you and more experienced in running but you managed to stay on his heels, legs aching when you realized you were in the final haul. Only a few more yards and you’d be there. The siren made your ears ring as you drew nearer but that didn’t stop you or him for even a second. If anything it motivated you, making your speed increase. Down the road you could see the blurry figures of walkers being attracted to the sound.

Being right next to the car made your head spin with the sound of the alarm, and you could hear Rick cursing as he shoved the key into the lock before swinging open his door and then forcing they key into into the ignition. All at once everything went quiet, the car starting up and the alarm turning off now that the key had been inserted. The very instant the doors unlocked you threw it open and jumped inside, not waiting to be properly in your seat before slamming the door shut. Rick, in a frenzy to leave the area entirely, pressed hard on the gas and made a rough U-turn back on the road. He didn’t waste a second in flooring it down the street and away from the horde. Growing closer to the walkers you’d seen earlier, he narrowly avoided running them over as he made the getaway. They watched the car barrel past thim with lagging minds, and seeing them disappear in the distance had you leaning back in your seat with a hand splayed over your eyes.

“Jesus christ,” you panted. “Jesus christ I thought that was gonna’ be it.”

“Hey,” Rick averted your attention to him, his hand coming to rest on your leg. “We made it. We’re out.” He was breathing heavy too, and you could see him checking the rearview mirror every few seconds just in case.

“Worst fucking luck ever.”

He looked at you for a moment before turning back to the road like he did earlier, but this time his features were so much harder. “We’re out.” He said, but you weren’t sure if he was saying that to help you down or he himself.

“I thought I lost you,” You whispered, resting your hand overtop his own. “I couldn’t find you, and I-” Within your chest nerves started to light up again, that feeling of fear returning. “I couldn’t see you anywhere and I really thought-”

“___,” Rick interrupted you, taking his eyes off the road to make sure you were looking at him. “I’m right here. It’s over, we’re going back home.”

“I know, I just-”

He shook his head. “You aren’t gonna’ lose me, no matter what. Stop thinking about it.”

Though you nodded at his words, you couldn’t stop. It was the only thing you could picture, the only thing you could feel. His hand squeezed you.

“Stop thinking about it. I’m right here.”

Looking up at him, you swallowed and nodded once more. “I know.”

“Good. I’m not goin’ anywhere, and neither are you. Okay?”

“Okay.” You answered, but this time you really meant it. The both of you were alive despite the terrifying run in, and now you were going home. You wiped at your eyes roughly and sucked in a sharp breath, trying to calm down. In the side view mirror, there were no walkers to be seen and there weren’t any ahead either. You’d made it out, even if your nerves were still having a hard time letting that sink in. You leaned back, eyes slipping shut and your hand once again coming to rest over Ricks. Tired, you mumbled, “Let’s not stop anywhere else.”

“Course not. We got some good stuff already. Sun’s going down- no point in goin’ out any further.”

You let out a sigh of a relief and watched the trees pass in a blur. “Sorry for making you use one of your bullets.”

“It worked out didn’t it? Gave us the chance to get back into here.” He paused to check the mirror again. “Not that it matters- I’d of used the whole clip if I had to.”

You watched him for a few seconds. Even though you expected an answer like that, hearing it still made the corners of your lips turn up in a smile. Your thumb rubbed over his knuckles, long since scarred by countless other fights. “Love you.”

From the corner of your eye you saw him look at you before turning back. After a moment of thoughtful silence, you heard him exhale into a smile. “I love you too.”