#and please do not try to defend rick

[invest-yourlife]

i feel legitimately angry about the pjo tv show. rick makes a huge show of how book accurate it’s going to be and then gives us that? he exploited the trust his fans had in him and our love for this series and we got something that only vaguely resembles the story we know. sure, it was never going to be a verbatim retelling, but you’re telling me the series we got is “book accurate”? i just don’t understand what happened between the huge campaign that happened to get disney to develop a good adaptation of the story to now.

[ganeshpnf]

Thinking about Wrath of the triple goddess again and I just saw the interview Rick made and-

He openly says that he is mixing up two canons together, how he gets inspired by the "actors" and their dynamics. I read @lilislegacy 's criticism again and I just dont know how would we handle new books if he just keeps doing it. Because we saw the results, we saw how ooc characters become, we saw how it felt like Rick didnt read his own books for years and actually this is funny:

Just read your own books...And like, missing every detail even big ones or the ones we kept in our hearts for years(Annabeth's lemon shampoo...) is gone! Like what are you on?

This is why I always believe, if you make an adaptation, keep them separate from the canon material, in this case, books. It is hurting the both of them. Also this is the reason I personally dont like any mixing in the arts or in fanfics. I respect who does or prefer, but for me, universes need to stay separate or we have this situation in our hands.

Show and the books are so so so different, they deserve to be their own things. Show deserves to have its own canon, own events, actors need to have their own development. While books should stay books and book characters should stay book characters. Like please, book characters and show characters are different. We cant pretend the otherwise, we just cant. You cant tell me Walker is exactly book Percy, Leah is book Annabeth or Aryan is book Grover. They are all amazing, yes. We should support them, also yes. But pretending they are the book characters, that they are the exact same is just a big no.

Rick trying to write the actors' dynamics into the new books felt so ooc! And anyone who is hyping "Oh he imagining them as he writes", you cant see how ooc they were? And someone should tell Rick that. I dont know how to reach that man, he loves keeping himself away from the fans. But someone gotta let him know because the new books feels nothing but cash grabs. Amount of typo mistakes, ooc characters, all the stupid advertasing for the S2. So so cringe :(

I really dont want new book to be the same and I really dont know what to do *sigh* It hurts to see the man, who I admired for my whole childhood, getting so so much hate from the fans, but it is getting so hard to defend him, he is turning to JK.Rowling and it is creepy :(

[trips2saturn]

looking back on episode one, the moment that rick and michonne reunite during her kicking his ass, you could see rick physically give up after trying to defend himself once. his body language is so exhausted and lackadaisical and michonne just tugs him upwards by his collar and he just lets her do so! still being unknown to the fact that he was in the loving hands of his wife (despite the minor wwe smackdown). that scene alone just laid out the foundation for rick’s internal damage and distress from all of the trauma that has built up over the years of being apart from his wife and family. there’s so many fucking layers to this series y’all. sooo many layers to HIM. my poor sugar plum pookie bear 😣 please get him and his wife home safely, this man is on the brink of complete disaster!!!!!!!

[babyyblues]

Rescuer

Request: "Can you please do 21. "Get behind me. Now.? The reader, M/F and Daryl go on a run and they run into the reader's abusive ex. Daryl says #21 as he pushes them behind him. You can figure out how it ends. "

prompt 21: "Get behind me. Now" ​

Era: Prison (Mid-season 3) no spoilers

Summary: Daryl Dixion finds you all alone, and after learning about your past that reminds him of his childhood, he vows to protect you. So what happens when you run into the one who once made your life a living hell?

Word Count: 3,120

warnings: dv mentions (Slight description of violence), child abuse, twd violence and gore

A/n: OMG ITS HERE!!! I'm really excited to share this as it's my first piece for Daryl, and I hope everyone reading enjoys it. Please feel free to leave feedback and let me know if there's anything I can change to improve my writing!

The day Daryl Dixon first laid his eyes on you, he was sure he was about to watch yet another person get eaten by the undead. You were surrounded, breathing heavily as you did your best to fight off the walkers around you. Exhaustion hit you and you weren’t sure how long you could keep this up. Your eyes widened as a walker lunged at you, ready to feast on the flesh of your dirty shoulder but you breathed a sigh of relief when a bolt shot right through its brain. You let out a grunt as you turned around, shoving your dull knife repeatedly into the head of the last of the small herd, falling to the ground as even more of the smelly walker blood splattered all over your face. You stared down at the massacre, doing your best to catch your breath before looking up at the man who helped save you. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice horse from the lack of use. 

“You alone?” he asked, stepping toward you making you flinch and take a step back. 

“Um y-yeah,” you studdered, nerves raking through your body as your eyes shifted from the crossbow in his arms to his piercing blue eyes. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he watched your body begin to shake, his presence seemingly making you more nervous than any of the undead did. He watched as your knuckles turned white, hands trembling around the grip of your knife. Stopping in his tracks, he strapped the bow securely behind his back, placing his hands in your vision. 

“ ‘M not gonna hurt ya,” he confirmed, “jus’ makin’ sure ‘m safe.” You nodded slowly in understanding, hesitating before releasing the knife. 

“We have a camp bout half a mile back, jus’ need to ask you three questions ‘fore you can come.” You nodded again, waiting in silence.

“How many walkers you killed?”

“Lost count,” you murmured. 

“How many people have you killed?” 

“None,” you shook your head along with your answer, looking back up at the man. He nodded, looking around him before beckoning you to follow him back. After walking for what seemed like forever, your eyes landed on a prison and as ironic as it was you felt immediate relief for the walls and safety that you hoped you come from this building. 

Walking into the courtyard, you felt eyes on you causing you to want to shrink into your self and if the man noticed, he didn’t say anything. You walked quickly trying your best to keep up with his long strides, following him as he walked into the building. 

“Rick!” he called out, waiting for the man to come around the corner. Your eyes landed on another man, this one a bit taller and leaner, his hair sticking to his neck. 

“Found ‘er alone in the woods,” he grumbled, walking away leaving you to cower in front of the man you assumed to be Rick. 

“Rick Grimes,” he said holding his hand out for you to shake. You flinched at the sudden action, stumbling backward, your hand flying to grab the knife that sat in your waist, ready to defend yourself if need be. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he held his hands up in surrender, “what’s your name?” 

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n,” you answered quietly taking a deep yet shaky breath before releasing the weapon. 

“Daryl said you were out there alone?” he asked, earning a nod in return. 

“This whole time?” You shook your head in response, swallowing hard to find your voice again. 

“Got separated from my group not too long ago,” you told him, averting your gaze to the cold floor beneath you. Rick nodded. 

“Were you trying to find them?” You shook your head lightly. 

“I uh- I was just trying to stay alive.” Rick studied you for a second, the room falling into silence so loud your ears began to ring. 

“Well I assume you’ll want a shower and your clothes to be cleaned, I’ll find you something to wear in the meantime and then we can get you something to eat, we have plenty. I’ll have Daryl check in on you and help you get settled in if you want to stay,” he said before leading you through the cell block to the shower area. 

“I’ll send someone with the clothes, gotta pump this to get the water going,” he demonstrated the process for you before leaving you alone. You took a minute to look at the space around you before shutting your eyes and taking a long deep breath. 

“ ‘Scuse me,” you heard a young girl say gently. Regardless of how low her tone was, you practically jumped out of your skin at the noise.

“Sorry, I’m Beth, I just brought those clothes Rick told you about,” she rambled earning silence in return, “I haven’t been able to find a jacket for ya yet, and the shirt might be big but I’m gonna go look for a jacket for you.”

As she hurried off, you grabbed the clothing before turning back toward the shower, pulling the makeshift curtain closed, you felt the familiar sting of the tears that sat behind your eyes as you carefully stripped out of your clothing, stepping underneath the stream of lukewarm water. A hiss escaped your lips as you made your best attempt to scrub clean not only the dirt and grime that seemed to be embedded in your pores but the marks that seemed to never go away. Tears were now steadily mixing with the water, and you turned around to start the nasty and undoubtedly tiring work on your hair that had been matted to your head. 

After finishing, you slipped on the clothes Rick had promised, ironically folding the dirty clothes into a neat pile before exiting the shower areas. Daryl was sitting at the table, looking up when he heard footsteps emerge. 

“Took ya long enough-” his words died down on his tongue immediately as his eyes trailed across your figure. He took in the sight, a thin tee shirt hanging off your malnourished frame, deep spots of black and blue riddling the entirety of your upper body, the most gruesome being the taunting handprints that stained your throat. You looked back down, unwilling and unable to catch the piercing gaze of the man before you. 

Daryl’s breathing immediately caught in his throat, he knew these weren’t normal walker dents and bruises that people are accustomed to these days. How could he not know? He knew what it was like to be beaten on by the one who swore to love you. How you were unable to leave a situation that was literally killing you. And maybe this is why Daryl had such a soft spot for you, and why this stranger, whom he didn’t know the name of, caused a sea of red to flash across his vision. His jaw clenched as he made quick work of unbuttoning the top layer of his button-ups, to hand it to you. 

“Here,” he mumbled, reaching his shirt out to you, “might freeze out there.” Looking up at him slowly, you bit the inside of your cheek before grabbing the shirt, covering up your shame. 

“Thank you,” you whispered yet again. 

“Come on, we’ll get you settled in,” he said nodding up the stairs, intending to put you in the cell directly next to him. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, not enough for all of your bruises to fade or the nightmares to go away, and you honestly weren’t sure how you had worked your way to be as close with the front runners as you were. You had proved your strengths over and over again, going on runs with Daryl and helping out with tasks other than laundry and basic cleaning. You knew how to protect yourself, and as the trust built between you and the ones who surrounded you, you knew how important it was to protect them as well. 

You weren’t much of a talker, however, they felt as if they knew enough to trust you with the more important duties such as fench work and watch. You laid your blanket onto the chilled ground of the watch tower, preparing to start your shift. As you sat, you took a deep breath, thankful for the people around you, the security the walls held, and the brief time alone you had. It hadn’t been long before you heard the door open, but you didn’t need to turn your head to see who it was. It was always Daryl, the man who you undoubtedly grew the closest to, and the one who by far knew the most about you. You shifted over slightly, giving him plenty of space to sit beside you on the blanket so you could both watch out over the fields of the prison. 

“Just checkin’ in,” he mumbled as he took a seat, careful not to make any sudden movements in your presence. 

“I haven’t seen anything, just the walkers on the fence-”

“On you, I mean,” he admitted quietly. Your breath caught in your throat, your teeth immediately making their way to the inside of your cheek.

“ 'M fine,” you answered, earning a grunt in response. He turned toward you, catching your gaze before softening his features. He reached out to your shoulder, his aim for the same button-up he had given you. When you flinched, he retracted his hand quickly.

“Sorry,” he swallowed, “Jus’ tryna’ make sure you’re healin’. Can I?” Your breath was unstable, but you nodded closing your eyes tightly as he reached again for the button-up, this time lowering it just enough to take a look at the bruises that were across your arms. 

“Turnin’ yellow, should be gone soon,” he mumbled, taking his time to get closer and observe the ones on your neck, “this one’s gettin’ there, kinda blue.” He replaced the fabric onto your shoulder, returning to his original position. 

“My dad used to beat on me, I know what that looks like,” he confided in you, looking at you again, watching the way your eyes glazed over, tears threatening to spill. You sniffled, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“It was my boyfriend,” you whispered, the volume of your voice quickly leaving with the strong gust of wind that flew through the air. If Daryl didn’t still have his eyes on you, he might have missed it. 

“I was so stupid.” You let your head fall to your knees, the tears falling with it as your body began to tremble. 

“Don’t say that, ‘s not your fault.” You shook your head with a harsh swallow trying the calm the sharp pain you began to feel in the back of your throat. 

“No, n-no. I should have known better,” you mumbled. Daryl bit his lip and his tongue, fighting the anger that rose up in his body toward the one who did this to you. 

“Used to watch my dad beat my mom, guess towards the end of it I just thought it was normal then,” you spoke, your heartbeat picking up, an anxious turn in your stomach. 

“So when I met Max, I was young, and he was nice. He was so nice, and he loved me. I swear he did, and then it was small at first. He started getting mad about everything when I went out with my friends or was on the phone with my mom. Fight got so bad he backhanded me-”

“Y/n you don’t have to-” your head snapped to his, your wild eyes making contact with him for the first time you met. 

“He was sorry! He was!” you snapped, nodding your head crazily. You stood up, your balance questionable as hot tears ran down your flaming cheeks. Daryl got up too, ensuring that you weren’t going to fall out of the watch tower. 

“He said he was sorry,” you told Daryl again before collapsing back onto the ground in a wave of sobs. Without thinking, Daryl immediately dropped with you, pulling you into his grasp as you cried providing you with the comfort he could have only dreamed of for his younger self. You let yourself fall into Daryl’s chest, grasping at his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself. 

Daryl sniffled from above you, biting his lip enough to taste a metallic bite on his tongue, willing himself from the tears that threatened to fall. 

This was the turning point in your relationship with Daryl. You found it so easy to confide in him, you knew he understood you and he was always willing to listen. It was uncommon to find a moment where you and Daryl were separated in fact, oftentimes spending the night in each other's cells, taking watch together, and going on runs. Months passed, and your feeling for Daryl easily grew as he showed you how a man should really treat you.

It started slow, the faint passing touches, then the longer more lingering ones. The distance that began to close when you sat next to each other, the eye contact you held with each other, talking about meaningless things. The flowers he brought back from hunts, and the eventual switching from bunkbeds to just the one. Forehead kisses turned to cheek kisses, soon turned to sweet kisses that would forever be embedded on your lips and in your memories. 

It was yours and Daryl’s turn to go on a supply run, the plan to go out just a bit further in the hopes the area wasn’t completely picked clean. Waiting for Daryl, you leaned against his bike, looking out into the sea of people throughout the courtyard. You heard his name before you saw him, people greeting him while on his way to you. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as he approached you.

“Morning,” he grumbled, unable to stop his smile in return to yours. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. How’d you sleep?” 

“All that snorin’ of yours, I barely shut an eye,” he teased earning a light shove to his shoulder. He chuckled lightly, his hand falling to your hip.

“Didn’t seem to complain when I woke up with you practically on top of me,” you quipped back, standing up fully to meet the smirk on his lips. He scoffed with a roll of his eyes before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“Come on, sunshine,” squeezing your hip before hopping on his bike. You got on behind him, breathing in his scent as your arms wrapped around his torso. 

-

“‘Right let’s go, be careful,” he reminded you. You nodded in response, reaching for your knife. You approached the first building, an old convenient store, knocking on the glass like Daryl had taught you. He glanced at you, before nodding and watching your back as you entered the door. You replaced the knife with your gun, making quick work to clear the building as Daryl followed you from behind. Your footsteps slowed as you heard a rummaging sound, Daryl catching up to you and placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“Get behind me. Now,” he mumbled, raising his crossbow before making his way toward the sound. Following him closely, your eyes landed on a familiar form as the man shoved things into the backpack that was in front of him. 

“Put ‘yer hands up, and drop all of your weapons,” Daryl growled, his crossbow aimed right at his head. 

“Woah, woah, hey now,” the guy spoke, his hands tossing his knife away. The sound of his voice sent immediate chills down your spine, Your breath hitching as he turned to face you.

“Y/n?” he asked, taking a step toward you. You instinctively flinched, your hand gripping tightly on your gun as you took a step back. Daryl stepped towards him, his gaze unfaltering, and his crossbow coming close to his face. Max’s hands raised higher. 

“Hey man, take it easy. That’s my girlfriend-”

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t put one of these arrows through your skull,” Daryl confronted him. 

“Daryl-”

“Y/n tell him-” 

“Oh, she told me plenty. Told me all about how you couldn’t keep your hands off of her. How you’re a disgusting piece of shit.” Max ignored Daryl, looking your way before snickering. 

“What is this? You got yourself some kind of bodyguard? How pathetic. You lost me and like the whore you are you go and find yourself this redneck to take care of you-” he was cut off by Daryl’s crossbow dropping to the ground and his shirt being grabbed as he was forced against the wall with a thud. Daryl didn’t hesitate before, landing hard blows to his face, Max using all his strength to push Daryl away and tackle him to the ground to retaliate. 

You were frozen in fear, swallowing the tears that threatened to fall. Your hand shook around your gun as you watched Daryl regain control. 

“Daryl stop!” you yelled, your voice wavering. He pinned Max down, watching a bloody smile look back up at him. 

“Fightin’ over her, and for what? She’s nothing but a waste of space and energy- nothin’ without a man to tell her what to do and when to do it-” Daryl saw nothing but red but before moving he heard a gunshot ring out, Max falling limp in his grip as blood poured from his head. Daryl looked back at your trembling form, the gun in your hands still pointed at Max. Your eyes were glazed over as you watched Max’s life fade away. 

Daryl made his way toward you, grabbing the gun from your hand and letting it drop to the ground before pulling you into his arms. You tucked your head into his neck, the sobs releasing from your mouth as Daryl’s hand gripped your body tightly.

“Y/n, hey, look at me,” he whispered. You shook your head, his shirt tight in your grip. 

“Come on sunshine, show me those pretty eyes,” he spoke lowly, separating himself from you enough to lead your chin up to look at him. 

“You did what you had to do.” 

“But I-“

“No buts, you did what needed to be done. ‘M proud of you,” he said, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. You sniffled with a forced nod briefly looking over again at Max’s body before looking back at Daryl who had his hand open for yours. Picking up your weapons and stuff you deemed necessary, you made your way back to the prison, back to your home, with the person who mattered most. 

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Practice makes perfect

Request: please could you write one where Rick helps inexperienced reader shoot a gun and he also teaches her how to defend herself? Thank you!

A/N: hope this is okay!! Would you all like to see a daryl version of this??

Rick grimes x fem! Reader

You were new to the prison environment, you had stumbled upon the prison when you had lost your people to the dead. It was terrifying but thankfully Rick grimes and his people welcomed you in with open arms— or… well. Held at gunpoint. But that’s beside the point. You had been here for almost 18 days now and you were fitting in just right. You had found comfort within Hershel the kind man who seemed to be incredibly loyal and genuine. Not to mention his kindness towards everything was gratefully accepted during times like these. Beth too was a sweet girl but there were a few of the group who seemed a bit rough around the edges. Not that you minded of course, you were just glad you could say you had some kind of “friends.”

Here you were positioned near the gate where walkers were pressing themselves against, ruthlessly clawing at the metal structure desperate for the taste of flesh. You stood silently staring and listening to their groans and moans your hand numbly gripping onto the pistol that dangled by your side. It might’ve seemed stupid but you had never shot a gun in your life. And now that you were in this situation you wished you had accepted the many times family members offered to take you to the shooting range when the world was still normal. You exhaled shaking your head before you pointed your gun at one of the walkers heads, squinting your eyes slightly your finger resting upon the trigger as you tried to figure out how to do it, footsteps slowing just behind you— ricks scrutinising eyes examined you thoroughly before he cleared his throat. “The safety’s one” his thick accent touched your ears and you quickly glanced at him “what?” You murmured nervously “the safety’s on. That’s why you can’t pull the trigger.” He vaguely explained taking steps towards you before stopping beside you, slender fingers grasping onto the metal of the gun as he stood side by side with you his arm brushing lightly against yours “look,” he tilted the gun your way his thumb brushing against the metal before a click was heard “safety’s off now.” He spoke before slowly handing it back to you. “Try now.”

He took a step back giving you room to try but now under this much pressure you felt your nerves kick in. You were worried that because you didn’t know how to shoot a gun without looking like an idiot you’d be seen as someone lesser and be kicked out the group. But really that was just your over thinking. You hesitantly pointed the gun towards a specific walker Rick remaining silent as he observed you fingertips lightly brushing against the handle of his own gun it was just engraved into his mind to constantly do just in case he had to pull it on anyone or anything at any point. You couldn’t ever be too careful… you glanced back at him momentarily he was hard to read, you then looked forward again steadying your breath as you attempted it. And with one last deep breath you pulled the trigger the bullet flying through the air and zipping straight past the walkers a silent cuss leaving your lips as you shook your head embarrassed. “Not bad.” Rick spoke calmly, as if noting your anxious state and how you seemed to be slightly apprehensive about shooting the gun. He took a step towards you stopping beside you “have you ever shot a gun before?” He questioned and you glanced at him before shaking your head “no. I didn’t like using guns when the world was normal…” you murmur nervously and he only nods. “That’s understandable” he soon comments “I was a sheriff in Atlanta before all of this.” Rick began talking, your eyes snapping back towards him as you listened to him silently admiring him his jaw slightly clenching every now and then his baby blue eyes holding many memories within them. His eyes moved to look at you “so I was all involved in guns and protecting myself and my people.” He spoke as if trying to make you more comfortable. Opening up little by little…

“My wife…. She hated the thought of our son using guns. She refused to let him near them. Even when I offered to train him up for if anything ever happened she wouldn’t let him… even when the world went to shit… she wouldn’t let him touch a gun…” he analysed you as he spoke “until I convinced her enough… I wish I had held back slightly..” he swallowed thickly glancing down at the ground as he remembered the thought of Carl shooting his own mum. If Rick hadn’t of taught him how to shoot a gun then would Carl of shot Lori? It was a question left for speculation. No one truly knew. But Rick did feel guilt when he thought on it really hard… that’s why he tried to push it all down. Keeping it all at the back of his brain. “So I get where you’re coming from. But knowing how to shoot a gun now is… something we all need.” He spoke simply turning his back to you momentarily before he pulled his own gun out the sun reflecting off of the metal slightly making it glint every now and then “just copy my stance alright.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he put one foot forwards the other foot remaining in place almost as if he was bracing himself before he held the gun with two hands— one on the handle and trigger the other cupping it slightly as if to keep it stable. “Holding with both hands isn’t absolutely necessary but holding it with both hands keeps your focus and hands from shaking.” Rick explained and you nodded watching as he shot the gun the bullet immediately piercing the skull of the dead as it collapsed onto the ground. “Your turn.”

He spoke before backing away, and you exhaled shakily breathing in sharply as you attempted to copy his exact positioning slowly raising your gun until it was eye level with you both your hands steadying the gun “like this?” You murmured nervously Rick moving to your side his hands grabbing onto your elbow slightly “tilt” he suggested calmly making you tilt your arm ever so slightly before he moved behind you resting your hands on your shoulders knowing the force of the gun was far too powerful sometimes. He kept his hands on your shoulders “focus…” he advised gently and you nodded focusing as hard as you could. You inhaled sharply lining up the gun more straight before pulling the trigger the bullet piercing through a walkers shoulder “good. You’re getting there.” Rick praised before he reached forwards grabbing onto your hands as he positioned your hands more correctly “just remember they’re dead. Okay?” He spoke almost as if reading your mind. Knowing that you were struggling with the fact that these were once human beings. Just like you and him. “But they…” you swallowed thickly not knowing how to describe it, Rick maintaining eye contact with you “look at it this way y/n…. They don’t feel anything. They only have one job and one job only. Successfully get the food they’re constantly searching for. It’s a cycle… a painful cycle. If you shoot them you’re putting them out of their misery right?” He was right and eventually you nodded. You still needed to detach the people from the actual walkers and whom they once were but that would be a learning curve. “Alright shoot.” He spoke and you took a deep breath before squinting your eyes and once steadying your hands you shot the gun the smell of gunpowder growing stronger but you didn’t mind. You watched as the bullet pierced into the dead’s skull as it collapsed to the ground,

“Good. Again.” He spoke. The sun was starting to set and Rick knew it wouldn’t be long before more walkers started arriving. You then lined up the gun again before shooting the bullet again successfully hitting the Walker square in the head. You continued doing this over and over again until the clouds had turned a deep orangey colour rain specs starting to fall upon you and him “you did great.” Rick spoke with a faint smile “you’re going to be a pro at this soon enough. Gonna put us to shame.” He murmured nudging you playfully and you couldn’t help but smile slightly “thank you… could we do this again tomorrow?” Rick nodded slightly “sure. I’ll get you up at 7 am sharp.” He spoke and you nodded smiling as you began walking back towards the main area of the prison with him. “After all practice makes perfect.” He chuckled out lightly you could tell that helping you practice had alleviated something off of his shoulders and mind… and the same was said for you.

You walked inside with him some people eating some food and others already sleeping “I’m going to go to my cell.” You murmured and Rick nodded “goodnight. Sleep well. If you need anything just shout.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he began walking away. “Rick..” you spoke, making him stop as he turned to look at you Judith being handed to him as he held onto her securely his free hand skilfully putting his gun back onto safety “thank you. Seriously. Uh… you saved a girls life.” You spoke, Rick looking slightly confused but appreciative. “I lost my people. To the walkers…. I was close to just waiting for another herd to come take me down… you and your people gave me a reason to live.” The look on ricks face was difficult to read but he looked grateful, happy and somewhat relieved all at once. “Glad you’re still with us, y/n.” He gave you a nod lips curling up into a small smile. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave you another curt nod before turning around tending to his daughter and you silently watched him before retreating back to your bunk a small sad smile forming on your lips— grateful for him and his people who had given you a reason to survive. You got into your bunk laying down as you began getting comfortable until you heard a slight creek before the familiar teenage boy was hanging over the top bunk “hey y/n” Carl spoke cowboy hat barely staying on and you smiled tiredly at him “hey.” He then disappeared momentarily before coming back continuing to dangle off the bed “don’t fall…” you warned with a tired smile and he only smiled holding out a red packeted chocolate bar for you to take. “Just in case you were hungry.” He spoke not letting up until you had taken it from him before he laid back down on the top bunk “thanks carl.” You spoke hearing the sound of pages turning and you smiled knowing he was reading his comic… what a thoughtful boy… a thoughtful group whom you didn’t deserve in the slightest. But you knew they’d continue over and over again giving you a reason to live.

[thelaughtercafe]

Abandoned

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Struggling with eating in an anorexic manner as well as intentional sleep deprivation and self care in general.

Pairing: Daryl/F! Reader (Can be read platonic)

Length: 2.4k+

Summary: Daryl leaves, and by the time he comes home you've completely stopped taking care of yourself, much to his upset. He comforts and helps you get back on the right track.

A/N: Me? Writing more self-indulgent comfort about struggling with eating, sleep and self care? It’s more likely than you think! Also maybe I’ve binged nearly 3 whole seasons of The Walking Dead and fell in love with Daryl again. That probably didn’t help. This is just pure fluff and hurt/comfort!

When Rick and the others returned, your eyes scanned them all instinctively for injuries and when you didn’t see him, you swallowed hard.

“…Where is he?”

Your voice cracked as you looked to Carol and she gave you a watery smile of her own.

“He left. Found Merle and made his choice.”

Her voice was gentle and understanding but all you felt was abandoned and cold and angry. A rare emotion for you to feel at your family. When she went to move forward and put a hand on your shoulder you cringed and hugged yourself instead.

Your heart-broken gaze moved to Rick.

“No. You-you just let him leave?! How could you?”

“We didn’t have a choice. He was gonna bring Merle back-”

“So you just abandoned him?! Let him leave? After everything we’ve been through? Everything he’s done for us?!”

Tears streamed freely down both cheeks and you moved to storm out of the metal gates when Glenn stopped you with a hand on your upper arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You roughly pulled away and leveled a glare his way.

“Get off me! You all might be fine with abandoning him to die with his brother, just the two of them out there, but I’m not. I’d rather take my chances with someone I know will be loyal.”

You whirled to look at the whole group, angrily wiping away your tears.

“Y'know what? Merle was a dick. He was rude, and crass and didn’t care about anyone but his brother. He could be monstrous and I’m not negating that. But don’t forget that Daryl was different too in the beginning, before we gave him the chance to change. And even if Merle didn’t- even if he was still a jerk who put himself before others- I trust Daryl enough to adapt and be loyal to us both. To try and help his brother change. I thought you all would too.”

When you moved to the gate you frowned as Carol blocked the way glare weakening to upset.

“…Please, move Carol. I have to do this.”

“Do what? Get yourself killed? Starve to death as you search for them like needles in a haystack? I may have lost him but I am not losing you too. And he’d never want you to go out there and put yourself at risk. He’d never forgive any of us if we let you leave. Deep down, I think you know that.”

You stared one another down before giving a bitter, watery laugh.

“Guess we’ll never know what he would think now, would we? Whatever. I’ll be in my cell if anyone needs me.”

—–

The following days were beyond painful. You found yourself constantly looking for him on instinct, used to his grounding presence just a ways in front or back of you, the way he’d mumble quips under his breath that made you smile, blush or laugh. You missed your late night talks. Remember as you’d warmed up to him. Told him “Ohana means family. Family means no-one gets left behind.” You recalled the way he’d smirked a little and nudged you with a mumbled. “What are you, 5?” You’d gone on to defend Lilo and Stitch and nudged him back with a playful smile. It had been cold that night and he’d wrapped his arms around you, made you feel safe.

And now, you’d never felt more vulnerable and isolated. You understood what he felt like at the start. Everyone looked at you like you were a wild animal, something to be pitied that could lash out at any time.

Luckily Beth and Glenn had finally given up, but Carol was persistent. You walked around the prison on patrol, her right at your back.

“Please, eat something at least, if you won’t sleep. It’s been days. Daryl wouldn’t want you to-”

“Would you stop saying that? I already told you. I’ll eat and sleep when he’s back, not a second sooner.”

“You’re acting like a child!”

Your eyes flared as you turned to her, though your expression remained cool.

“Well maybe I finally got tired being the mature one all the time. I’m still doing my part, helping everyone else. Just stop caring. Clearly it’s easy enough for everyone else to.”

Aaron joined you both as you were turning to leave when suddenly gunfire rang out, making you drop and pull Carol down with you instinctively. Aaron fell suddenly and you gasped as you saw he’d been shot in the head. Carol’s face grew steely as she positioned the body in front of you both, holding you to her tightly. Thankfully your tiny frame was easily covered.

“You stay still and you don’t move alright?”

Carol’s voice was shaky as you heard shouts ring out all around you. Are you being attacked? You hated that even now you still shook from adrenaline and fear. You heard Maggie cry out as she provided cover fire.

“Carol, take her and go!!”

You both jumped up and rushed over to where you could see Beth and Carl, grabbing guns.

A car could be heard speeding and you took the time to catch your breath as you watched in anxious horror as walkers came out of the back, hordes of them. Your mind raced, trying to figure out where everyone else was. You could all be together and deal with the threat.

You did not want to lose anyone else.

In the distance you saw Glenn and Michonne helping what looked like Hershel thank God and when they pulled up you hugged them all, quickly thinking of who else was left. Rick. Where the Hell was Rick?

You asked Hershel as much and he reassured you.

“Calm down. I saw him, he’s gonna be alright.”

He looked towards the others.

“…He’s not alone. Daryl and his brother are back. Look.”

He raised his chin behind you and you sighed in immeasurable relief at the sight. Thank God. Your core family was still together.

You all gathered and some slept while others spoke quietly in the night. You couldn’t even look at Daryl. Not yet. You didn’t want to break; not when the situation was so precarious.

Once morning came discussions began in earnest on what to do. Some wanted to leave, others wanting to stay. Rick went to leave again and Hershel finally snapped, understandably so.

When Rick returned he began allocating and you sighed as Glenn spoke up, mind racing as you tried to think of the best course of action.

“There’s barely any food or ammo.”

Daryl mumbled back.

“Been there before. We’ll be alright.”

“That was when it was just us. Before there was a snake in the nest.”

You frowned.

“Man we gonna go through this again? Look, Merle’s staying here. He’s with us now. Get used to it. All y'all.”

He stormed off as Rick tried to stop him, heading to the second floor.

You watched the group debate.

You understood both perspectives, you really did. But with a final glance around at the others, you knew where you stood, deciding to voice it when Glenn asked a dangerous question.

“Deliver Merle to the governor. Bargaining chip. Give him his traitor, maybe declare a truce.”

You moved to glare up at him, knowing he was hurting and trying to temper your instinct; protectiveness and annoyance.

“No-one’s saying you have to like the guy or forgive him, Glenn. But think about Daryl. For once. He’s done so much for us without asking for anything in return. The least we can do is offer his family a place here.”

You scoffed as you moved to go to your cell.

“At the very least, he certainly deserves better than you talking about killing his brother in cold blood behind his back."

"Like he wouldn’t throw you to the Walkers to get away the first chance he got.”

You paused at Glenn’s hiss, before looking behind your shoulder at him, ignoring the dizziness that was making you lightheaded.

“You’re probably right. But I also know Daryl would put his life on the line to protect me from that same Walker. That’s the difference. I know why you feel the way you do, and I am truly sorry for what you and Maggie both went through. But Daryl? He’s worth more to me than revenge you think will make you feel better. And deep down I think you feel that way too.”

You walked away before he could say anything more and headed up to see Daryl. You were safe for now, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

He was waiting on his bed, fiddling with his arrows. You took a shaky breath to try and steel yourself but when you opened your mouth his eyes abruptly cut to you.

“When was the last time you ate or slept?”

You winced and looked away, mouth closing as you’d gone quiet. You swallowed nervously.

“…haven’t since you left.”

“‘Scuse me?!”

You looked back at him when his voice rose and saw the anger in his eyes.

“The Hell you mean you ain’t ate or slept since I left? It’s been 4 days now.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll do it now okay so just-”

You turned to leave, cheeks burning in humiliation at your secret being out but looked back as rough calloused fingers curled around your arm.

“Like Hell it don’t matter! Look at me!”

You met his eyes and your tears finally fell as you did so. The aggressive tone was a bit triggering, but you and him both knew you wouldn’t have broken down like you needed to otherwise.

“I’m sorry okay!? I didn’t want you to know, I thought-I just…”

You used your free hand to cover your mouth as you sobbed.

“I didn’t want to live in a world you weren’t here with me! They wouldn’t let me go find you so I just- I just shut down. It was good anyway, Carl’s a growing kid and I’d rather my portion be used to help the others than go to waste. It was a good thing!”

Your voice cracked and you looked away to try and gather yourself when Daryl gently guided your face back to look him in the eye.

“You sacrificin’ yourself while spiraling ain't a good thing. I promise I won’t leave like that again. An’ if I ever did, I’d come back for ya. But that means ya gotta take care of yourself. Not worry the others. Beth told me, soon as I got in. Told me you was bein’ a damn fool and to get some sustenance and sleep in ya.”

You gave a watery laugh at that and moved to hug him, hiding your face in his neck and taking comfort in the warmth and solidness of him.

“Should’ve known she’d tell you. Between her and Carol it was getting pretty difficult. Pretty sure Carol was just gonna start force-feeding me soon.”

His husky chuckle made you melt further into him but he sighed and pulled back, raising his chin toward the 1rst floor.

“She must’ve got her stubborn streak from watchin’ you. Now, get some food first before you doze off, you can eat it here with me and then you’re going the Hell to bed. Y'know I’ll wake you soon as anything happens.”

You blushed at the embarrassing question you wanted to ask but he beat you to it, fingers running through your hair in the familiar way he did when you’d have a nightmare or insomnia before he left.

“Obviously I’ll be right by your side. You ain’t the only one who was strugglin’. Kept looking over my shoulder to make sure you were alright. I want you in my sight. 'Specially knowing what stupid shit you’ll do if separated from me again.”

You smiled at the fondness in his tone and pulled away to go get food. The dizziness was getting worse so you grabbed an apple and called it good as you trucked up the stairs again to his room.

He frowned a bit at the small portion but sighed in defeat after a moment from where he was back on the bottom bunk.

“Apple for now is fine, it’s probably best you get your stomach used to food again anyhow.”

You forced the apple down despite your lack of hunger since Daryl was back. That was what you’d promised Carol. You didn’t want anyone to worry about you anymore. You’d been selfish enough. Clearly you weren’t as slick as you thought if both Beth and Carol had caught on.

When you finished it down to the core he moved over to make a small space for you to cuddle into, eyes still locked on his arrow. You couldn’t stifle your smile and moved to make yourself comfortable. Wall at your back and Daryl at your right it felt like you could breathe again and you couldn’t help your yawn at the familiar position.

“Here. I doubt you’ll need if since you’re so tired but it never hurts.”

His voice was gruff but you saw the intimacy of the action as he tossed his familiar leather jacket over you, knowing you slept infinitely better with a blanket.

“You can use me as a pillow too, if ya need. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You relaxed completely and let yourself feel safe and contented as you snuggled into his shoulder and neck. The warmth emanating from him was already making you drift off and the dizziness was fading.

“Thanks for not leaving me. Sorry for being stupid and selfish and… like a child.”

He chuckled at that and moved one of his arms to circle you and pull you closer, ruffling your hair before continuing to play with it.

“S'fine. Everyone’s warranted a temper tantrum now and then. Just don’ make a habit of it or I’ll have to smack ya upside the head good.”

“Yeah, right. A big…softie like you?”

You stifled another yawn.

“Doubt it.”

He smiled and you blissfully passed into unconsciousness. He looked up as Carol leaned against the doorway, a wry smile on her face.

“Haven’t had a chance to say. I’m glad you came back.”

He scoffed a little.

“To what? All this?”

Carol came to sit down, voice quiet but clear.

“This is our home.”

He met her eyes meaningfully.

“This is a tomb.”

“That’s what T-Dog called it. Thought he was right…till you found me.”

Her voice was somber but gentle.

“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down. After all, look how far you’ve come.”

Her eyes moved to you sleeping soundly against him in meaning and he looked away a moment before looking back as they shared a chuckle.

[carlsdarling]

Autistic reader x carl headcannons please!

Carl x Autistic! Reader headcanons

Y/N is autistic, but Carl likes her anyway and gets used to it... Some headcanons. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: lowkey smut

In the beginning, when you were new in Alexandria, Carl (like everyone else) wondered about your strange and distant behavior. And about the fact that you often hung out with Eugene and had very bizarre conversations with him. About aircraft. Or dead bodies. Or anything else that didn't interest anyone but autistic people. Eugene: "Most people are happy to be invited to a birthday party." You: "Really?"

Accordingly, Carl was offended when he invited you to his 18th birthday party a few weeks later and you said you didn't feel like having a party, that he should invite someone else. Ron, for example. "But he's already invited!" You: *shrugs your shoulders and walks away*.

But since Carl had a thing for you from the start, he doesn't give up and keeps trying to get closer to you and do stuff with you. "All right, let's read the book on autopsies together," you suggested. Carl stared at you. "Are you bullshitting me?"

But gradually Carl found out what your passions were, so he regularly got white flowers for you. And nougat chocolate, perfume and nail polish. You naturally find it hard to form attachments to other people, but you began to grow fond of Carl. He soon became the only person you sometimes wanted to have around for long periods of time.

Carl would spend hours watching you make drawings, one of your talents. You made drawings of all the inhabitants of Alexandria, and Carl observed you with complete fascination. But not when you drew his portrait, because you did that secretly; you wanted to surprise him with it. When it was finished, you went to him and held the picture out to him without saying a word. Carl: "What's that?" You: "I made it for you." Carl (smiling) "That's brilliant!" You: "Yes, it is. I'm good at drawing."

Carl defends you vehemently whenever someone makes fun of your behavior and the fact that you are autistic. "She's just different, not worse than anyone else!"

At some point, you kiss for the first time. You: "That feels kind of weird, your tongue in my mouth. But I think I like it." Carl rolled his eyes, and from then on you guys kissed a lot.

The first time Carl tried to seduce you, you didn't understand what he actually wanted because he didn't tell you explicitly. He asked if you wanted to go to the bedroom. You: "No." Irritated and miffed, Carl glared at the TV again. "Then fine." He had assumed you were ready for this. You were, but he should have asked differently. An awkward silence fell until you blurted out, "Carl, do you want to have sex with me? In my room?" Carl shaking his head, "Yes, damn it. I just asked you if you wanted us to go upstairs." You: "No, you didn't say anything about sex."

The first time you had sex, you analyzed everything and anything when Carl touched you here and there, how his dick looked and felt, how it smelled and tasted, until Carl just locked your lips with his and eventually you just moaned and didn't say anything anyway except "Carl... Carl... Carl..."

Always a challenge: dinner with Carl's family. Uncomplicated conversation is only with Judith, who can't talk much yet. Michonne and Rick are always perplexed by how your brain works and the strange course conversations with you took. Michonne has gotten used to it faster than Rick.

Publicly holding hands with Carl so that Eugene stared at you with his mouth open in amazement.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

[biscuitbox23]

Dead weight.

summary: you run into the woods to get away from the group, you were reaching the end of your life as you suffer from aplastic anemia, only to get stopped by Rick.

A/n: I’m not a medical expert, i have no familiarity with the field of medicine I am just an idiot who is a sucker for terribly made sad stories. This may be a very long opening to the actual climax so im sorry for that :( please do DM me for advice on how i can make my fanfictions better!

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of the illness, non-established relationship (rick and reader), mentions of death, angst, cursing. (Not much due to me being a minor.) somewhat bad grammar since English isn’t my second language.

words: 1.3K

It has been a while, well, a while since you had a good stock of medicine. You had been in an abandoned cabin a few months after the outbreak. During it, you got stuck in a pharmacy in Atlanta. The law was gone now, so you hoarded a ton of antibiotics, capsules, injections, and anything you could get your grubby hands on.

When Rick and Daryl saved you from a trio of men who were trying to take advantage of you, you joined them and did not stay inside forever, especially when blood stained the floors of your shelter. It was a mistake.

You wanted to stay with yourself, isolated from the horrors and sacrifices that the world has offered now. It was harder to find medication now that most stores were stripped clean. It was easier for you to catch minor fevers, and you tended to have more rest than the others in the group. The only reason you were there is because you knew how to survive.

In the woods, in the apocalypse, no problem. Whatever your dad knew your dad would teach you, he was an outdoor person and loved to forage different shrooms and plants. God knows what happened to him.

You grew closer to the group, helping them find food and clean water, scavenging what you can find in abandoned retail stores (even if it does not have much importance.)

Now you find yourself walking out of Alexandria by attempting to climb the steel borders to the outside of the wall, your head spinning as drowsiness has consumed you to your very core, yet you still have the urge to continue. Or else you are just dead weight. You had a few foot slips —you swear, Enid makes it look easy— but managed to get out. You can sense your muscles aching as if you did not even have the strength to pull yourself up despite climbing trees more than a million times when you were a teen. You needed to disappear 

from the people, the group. Rick.

Rick was a leader, for sure. He had all the correct morals and cunningness and looked up to him for it. You were no longer the person of any use to him and his group. You could not even defend yourself without stumbling down to the ground.

You were around when T-dog and Lori passed away. You 

remembered falling for Rick when you first saw him, only to discover he had a pregnant wife and a kid. It started like a rocky road. You were so used to the isolation that it took a lot of convincing to get you to come with them to the prison.

You took a liking to his daughter Judith. You loved babies. It was a surprise. You thought that you would never find a baby in this world again. Carl was the closest to you. You tell him stories about your life and would do the same, reminiscing about the world that used to be. He praised his father a lot and got a good idea of what Rick was like as a father. Hershel would check up on your health while Rick would stand beside the old sport as Hershel examines you.

Making your way into the woods, you stopped by a tree to take a breather. Your hands were on your knees as you stared down to the ground, crinkles of the leaves crushing on the bottom of your shoes. The night was cold and airy. The chill on the tip of your nose was evident as you took one more glance at the haven that shielded the real outside world from its inhabitants. The sour stench of rotting meat was not detectable and gave some fresh air — It is not like you cannot get fresh air in Alexandria. You want to be alone most of the time.

“thought I'd find you here." A voice called out, the voice echoing in your ears sounding familiar as the crunching of leaves has gotten closer and closer.

“fuck” you curse under your breath, “how did you find me?”

“Carl saw you tryin’ to climb the walls.”

“huh,” you playfully scoffed but was met with a chill and a cough, “thought I was being sneaky…”

“what're you doin’ out here?” Rick asks out of the blue, staring you up and down as you lean back into the tree.

“Rick," you sighed heavily, “go back.”

“I'm not goin’ back till you tell me what happened, y‘know that, don’t you?” Rick asked with a twinge of concern mixed with his southern drawl.

You paused.

“I'm leaving, Alexandria,” You rubbed your forehead as your stomach grumbled. Sliding down to sit as your back leaned onto the tree further.

“If this is about your illness we can make—“Before Rick could finish his sentence you interrupted.

“Make it work? Yeah, I don’t think so…” You retorted, “You don’t understand, Rick. I have a condition where my bone marrow doesn't produce enough blood cells, and I have no meds to help me, what are the chances of finding a pharmacy? A pharmacy where it has all the things I need to survive?” You spat, frustration filling your mind like hot liquid.

“Denise can help you, Y/n, you have seen her efforts in helping you,” You can sense Rick’s desperation to get you back to Alexandria’s infirmary. His voice remained gentle but firm.

“Why, Rick?” Your eyes stared into Rick's ocean blue orbs, frustration, and confusion, “I’m not strong, anymore. I can’t go on runs, anymore. I can’t protect anyone.”

“Because we still need you—“

“Maybe it’s you who still needs me, Rick…” You spat, leaning your head on the wood as you got the strength to finally stand up, with the support of the tree, of course.

“Y/n we can discuss this once we get back,” Rick sighed, coming closer to you as he held both your arms gently.

A rush of adrenaline painfully scours into your veins as you push him away with all the remaining strength you have.

“GODDAMNIT RICK, WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME DIE OUT THERE!” You yelled at him. “YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE A BURDEN AND YOU SAW HOW MANY PILLS I HAD ON THE TABLE!”

Rick scoffed, “You're giving up now? After all that has happened? The prison, terminus… and you decide to end it all here? Where we’re finally safe?” His tone wasn’t as gentle but it was now harsher, deeper.

“if you think more treatments, will change anything, it won’t. I'm done and I won't let you guilt me into continuing this charade.”

“then what’re you gon’ tell Carl, hm? That you’re sick of bein’ alive so now you’re gonna leave?”

“This isn’t about Carl, Rick it’s about you keeping me to fill in the gap of what Lori gave you,” you glare with poison in your very eyes. “Leaving you to care for a child that was never yours.”

Rick went quiet, as you realized what you had said, “i-I’m sorry… Rick…” you pleaded, holding his hands.

Rick sighed, “Maybe you're right."

You nodded, your breath becoming shorter as your legs finally give in. You feel your body starting to shut down. Rick helped you sit down comfortably on the ground. You were paler and had many bruises on your arms and legs. You were heating up again.

“I'm sorry, Rick,” you breathed heavily, clutching the hand he gave you.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Rick comforted you, kissing her knuckles as her legs trembled. Rick’s voice was shaky, almost labored.

“I don’t wanna turn, you can ask Daryl to keep my gun, you’ll need it,” You softly chuckled. Rick looked at you, taking his revolver from his holster.

“Get back to Alexandria, to Judith…” you smiled as you felt bile in your throat, blocking your airway and your heartbeat becoming more abnormal.

Rick gives you a final kiss on the head as an act of kindness and comfort on the edge of a quick and painless death.

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a/n: Hello everyone! This is my very first Fanfic and I thought about it on the spot 😭 Reading it for me makes me kinda cringe but don’t we all? Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it (cuz I didn’t but I’m a sucker for tragic love)

[pastelwitchling]

Thoughts on Percy Jackson and the Olympians, episode 3:

(Disclaimer: I loved everything about the episode except, mostly, Annabeth herself. So if you're going to get offended because someone doesn't like the same fictional character, because that's what Annabeth is, and if you're going to try to turn the argument into something else, please don't bother reading.)

So. This is a bit difficult because I feel very conflicted/wary about what's to come, mostly because Disney has not been historically good at girl power or badass female characters. Let me just say this; while I used to love the CW's Flash, it quickly went downhill when the Flash took a backseat to his own show for the CW's half-assed "girl power" message. I fear the same might happen here.

Let me be very clear about something. It makes sense why Annabeth would seem like the more formidable opponent at the start of the story. She was more or less that in the first two books because, not only is she the daughter of the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy, but she'd spent a lot of her life training for quests, studying about the gods, and she just knew more than Percy did. I didn't like Movie Annabeth for most of the first film either for the same reasons I'm about to list below, please keep that in mind.

My issue will come here; if Percy starts to take a backseat to his own show just so we can highlight how great and awesome Annabeth is and girl power rules and whatever, I'm going to be very, very miffed. Again, it's fair for me to worry about this now because Disney is all tell and no show when it comes to women. Just like they did with Marvel, just like they did with the most recent Disney Princesses, it's more important to them to show how woke they are instead of caring about the actual stories they tell. And I'm Middle-Eastern, so don't even try any of that self-righteous white woman racial crap with me, okay?

I know I'm saying what a lot of people probably think but aren't allowed to say, but -- call me crazy -- I want the show based on the Percy Jackson books to focus on Percy Jackson. To be honest, I've never loved ANY of Rick Riordan's female characters, save for Ana from Daughter of the Deep, as well as the other female characters in that book, but that's not even in the Percy Jackson world, so it doesn't count. And I ONLY say this now because, again, Disney has SUCKED with their female characters. It's all pandering and nothing but pandering.

The first book especially always frustrated me with the way Grover never really seemed to defend Percy against Annabeth's snobby behavior, so this aligns fine. I'm not really saying anything against the character either (not yet), as this frustration with how unfair and snobby she is towards Percy very much aligns with the book. I guess I was just hoping that since I always hated Annabeth in the books and she was actually likable in the second episode, that maybe the show would be better about her portrayal. I was actually thinking how cute they would be as a couple in the second episode, but now? I'm kind of back where I was with the books, I don't see why she deserves him, not yet.

Much like Grover was in the episode, I was just looking at a lot of her behavior as Really? The guy had NO reason to invite you on this quest, you NEEDED him to pick you, and you still act like he's the idiot for caring about his mom and not knowing anything about this world that he's just found out about, and it's so freaking entitled, I --

I've been part of the Roswell, New Mexico fandom since season 1, and I know just how ridiculous people get when you DARE criticize a character who HAPPENS to be played by a black actress. I don't give a crap. I'm critiquing the CHARACTER here, and I'm disappointed, not with her, but the writing itself. It's too soon to tell, I know, but I do hope Disney is better about Annabeth's character than the books were, because I saw Book Annabeth as rude, selfish, and unfair, it bothered me that everyone in the story still idolized her despite how toxic her behavior was (save for Percy, but just in the beginning, and then he was fine with her hitting him and calling him stupid all the time), and I saw glimpses of that in episode 3, so I'm hoping for better.

Also, that whole, What are you afraid of? conversation felt so weird and forced. They JUST started the quest, Percy is throwing in suggestions, Annabeth treats him like he's stupid for it, and then demands to know why he's scared of who he is, and I'm like ?? What warranted that question? He hasn't used his powers yet, he hasn't refused to use his powers yet or talk about his father or anything, so why would he seem afraid of who he is? It just makes no sense.

Honestly? At this point, I just feel bad for Leah because Annabeth is a very difficult character to make likable in my eyes, and it's made worse when the writing won't allow her to be any better.

Aside from that, I really did love the episode a lot. I wish Grover had done more to defend Percy in the beginning, but he did the same thing in the book and he eventually did step in. Medusa was actually great. I hated the actress's character in the Flash, so I was wary, but she really knocked it out of the park. I love some of the extra details they put in, like Percy giving her a chance because of his mom and kindness (fatal flaw, if you know you know), I LOVED the consensus song, and YES! I was SO worried they wouldn't have Percy send Medusa's head to Olympus, but they did and he was perfect and it was AMAZING! When Annabeth said that what Medusa said isn't what happened, I would've liked an explanation of what actually did happen. Then again, it feels like there's a bit too much exposition already, to be honest. Like there were more creative ways to explain Thalia, there were more creative ways to explain Annabeth and Luke finding camp, and I don't know if it's because I've memorized the books at this point, but it feels like so much of the episode is just dedicated to explaining things that don't really need explanation or could be saved for later to show through flashbacks or something. I don't know, just more creative than standing and sitting there while someone explains everything.

It works great sometimes, like with Sally and Percy, but other moments just feel very... exposition-y.

I love this show. It's the highlight of my week. I maintain that we are getting the best possible adaptation. It's just because I love this story so much and it's so sacred to me that I can't help but critique. I don't think the books are flawless (i.e. the female characters), so it stands to reason that I won't find the show completely flawless either. Is it still sacred to me? Absolutely. Percy Jackson has always been too important not to nitpick, I think.

[hiro--aoki]

This Devil Doesn't Bargain

A/N: I'm trying to get the Rosita fic out but I don't know how to end it. @far-cry-from-finality do you have any specific fluff moments that you think Rosita and reader should have? Give me some options plz 🙏😭 While I struggle with my brainfarts, enjoy a short Carl fic, I wrote while camping a month or so back.

Tw: Reader and Carl arguing. a bit of angst :3. More for fem reader but can be male if you squint ig

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You rummage around your shared room, throwing loose clothes and other random things you might need, into your duffel bag. You move quickly in hopes to leave before any of the Grimes come home, knowing they'll try and succeed in stopping you and your self appointed mission whether it be Rick, Michonne or especially Carl.

You toss the bag onto the bed and zip it up, before clipping your holster around your thigh and securing your revolver in it. You then sling the duffel bag over your shoulder and quickly go down the stairs. In your rush to the kitchen, halfway down the stairs, you trip, and are caught by none other than Carl Grimes.

"C-carl! I uh, I was just..."

You pull away from him, stumbling over your words as you try to come up with an excuse. You're silenced by Carl's hand.

"You're a terrible liar, y/n."

You look at the ground, in defeat, not even trying to hide the duffel bag.

"What were you doing and why were you doing it alone?" He said in a tone that basically says 'Don't even try to lie to me'.

You mumble something inaudible under your breath. Carl's hand lifts your chin to look at him as his ocean eye search yours for an answer but only finding guilt.

"Louder, y/n," He demands, not breaking eye contact.

"I was going to the Sanctuary," You say again, with more confidence, "And you can't convince me not to!"

"Are you crazy?! Why would you want to go there?!" Carl says, more confused than anything but the anger is still there.

"I'm going to negotiate with Negan. To leave us alone, or at least to take less stuff from us." You reply, trying to act casual about it, like you did this kind of stuff everyday. You did not.

"Negan?! You're sounding more insane by the second, y/n. Are you feeling okay? You can't go to the Sanctuary!" He pressed his hand against your forehead.

You swat away his hand, "I'm fine! Stop babying me! I can handle myself, Carl."

"Not against Negan! You saw what he did to Glenn and Abraham! And Daryl too!"

"It's worth a shot! If he keeps taking things at this rate, we'll be left with nothing! And violence won't solve this, so don't even offer that!" You counter.

"Well, he won't listen to reasoning!" He snaps back.

"We haven't tried! All we did was go and kill a whole bunch of Saviors and look what happened!"

"Why are you defending him?!"

"I'm not defending him! I'm just trying not to get anymore of us killed! I can't go through that again, neither can you and neither can anyone else here! You have to let me try, Carl, please."

"No! You'll get yourself killed, y/n, and no-one could go through losing you." He puts his hands on your shoulders.

"I have to try, Carl, because no-one else will!"You push past him and walk out of the house.

Carl's one eye follows you out of the house as he doesn't know what to do. He's never seen you so determined before, but he's certain about one thing: This devil doesn't bargain.

[enid-rhees]

please can you write something for Tara? maybe an argument that ends in a love confession? 🩷 sorry I don’t have many good ideas but I love your writing

oh god i love Tara so much. tysm for requesting!! hope you enjoy <3 and this is an amazing request dont apologize! and tysm 🫶🏻

warnings: arguing, slightly suggestive.

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but will be opened again very soon 🫶🏻! this is a bit short but i hope that is okay!

it had been two hours since you came back home just to discover that Tara wasn’t there. she never left the house without telling you. even if it was just a small run that would take an hour max, she always told you.

you asked Rosita, Glenn, Eugene, everyone, and no one had known where she had gone. your mind was racing a million miles a second with possibilities you didn’t even want to think about.

Tara meant everything to you. it had been around five months since you and your group made it to Alexandria. but before that, you and Tara met in the train cart at Terminus. you were with Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl.

the two of you got along quickly, mostly due to one thing: you both liked girls. you figured her out quickly, when you watched the way she watched Rosita. and with you, she just… knew.

you followed her when Eugene needed to get to Washington, well, before he lied about even being a scientist and knew a “cure”. the entire journey brought you guys closer. so when Aaron appeared and offered your group to live in Alexandria, you guys decided to live together.

as the months went by, you felt your feelings for Tara grow more and more. it was hard to keep it in, you wished you were able to tell her, and just spit it out finally.

you weren’t sure what was stopping you, because all you wanted was to finally call Tara yours, or be able to wake up in the morning and see her next to you, or just be able to finally kiss her. you’ve dreamt of it too much.

your leg shook under the coffee table as you sat with your head in your hands. this wasn’t like Tara, at all. she always, always told you where she was going. always.

this was killing you. not knowing if she was okay or not. not knowing if she’s gotten hurt, and is stranded somewhere where she’s defenseless, or if she’s gotten bit-

the front door opened.

Tara stepped inside, taking her shoes off and hanging her hoodie like it was nothing. you stood up and ran to her, “where the fuck did you go?!” you yelled.

her eyes widened as she took a step back. “i just went to the pharmacy a few miles down…”

“why the fuck didn’t you tell me? or anyone?! i was worried sick about you, Tara!” her face was full of confusion, not knowing why you were so upset at her.

“i-i didn’t think it was a big deal. i wasn’t gone that long, Y/N. i’m fine!” she defended. “but what if you weren’t?! i mean- what if you got hurt, Tara? you always tell me when you’re leaving. do you know how worried i was to come home and see that you’re gone? and when i asked everyone where you were, none of them knew. do you not know how scary that was?”

tears ran down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. you didn’t want to cry over this, but nothing had truly frightened you like this. losing Tara is something you try your hardest to avoid thinking about at all times.

“Y/N- i’m sorry, okay? i know i always tell you when i’m leaving, but all i needed was one thing. i don’t understand why you’re so mad-“

“because i’m in love with you!” you yelled, causing her to freeze. “i mean- fuck Tara! i’m so in love with you, and i can’t fucking hide that anymore. you’re everything to me. just the smallest thought of you getting hurt scares the shit out of me. i can’t imagine how i could ever live with myself if you’ve ever gotten hurt somehow. i can’t do this without-“

Tara lunged forward, smashing her lips onto yours. she held on tightly to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her as you kissed her back just as hard. your hands wrapped around her neck, not even leaving a millimeter of space between the two of you.

you pulled away briefly, but you immediately dove back into each other, unable to get enough of each other. one of your hands tangled itself into her hair, and she moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

Tara moved forward until you were pressed against the wall behind you. the deep kiss continued until you were both out of your breath. she leaned her head on yours as you caught your breath, still holding onto you tightly.

“i can’t lose you.” you whispered breathlessly. she nodded, “i know, i can’t lose you either. i’m sorry for leaving like that without saying anything.”

you shook your head, pulling her into another kiss. your head hit the wall when she suddenly brought her head down to your neck, bringing you nothing but complete bliss.

[yanderes-galore]

hi! Can I please request yandere morty with s/o who is the complete opposite of him, s/o determined and confident, does sports and protects Morty from bullies

Sure! He'd cling so much- Aged up as usual.

Yandere! Morty with Darling who's the opposite of him

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Obsession, Vague if platonic/romantic but leans platonic.

Well, opposites do attract in a way, right?

Morty is a nervous mess who stutters and is targetted by bullies.

You are a confident athlete who is actually quite popular.

He knew he had no chance with you, not even as friends....

That is until you surprise him.

He had been targetted by bullies again and fully expected the usual.

Just get it over with then continue with your day....

Then you step in, a sympathetic look in your eyes.

"Oh come on... just leave him alone!"

The fact someone like you defended him sent Morty for a loop.

He's stunned when the bullies glare at you before walking off.

He can barely react when you stand in front of him, smiling.

"Hey... you doing okay? You aren't hurt or anything, right?"

"Y-Y-Yeah...! I-I'm fine- Thank you-!"

He curses himself for stuttering like an idiot in front of you.

Yet you laugh light-heartedly, his face tinting pink from being so nervous.

"That's good! Let me know if they bother you again, okay? I can't stand those kinds of people...."

That was your first encounter.

Ever since then Morty could only ever think of you.

You're friends now, right?

You must be!

He just wishes he knew your number so he could talk to you after school-

You'll start noticing Morty a lot more in your life now.

You start seeing him at all your sports games, for example...

You thought he wouldn't be interested, why go now?

He even follows you in the hallway.

He stares at you in class....

It's clear Morty's become obsessive over you since you've begun defending him.

He hasn't been bullied since you stepped in and he's been grateful school life has been easier.

Well... the little school life he has until Rick pulls him away for days at a time-

To be closer to you he comes up to you one day, stuttering about wanting your number.

He can barely say it without crumbling from embarrassment and clarifies he just wants it to keep in contact with you as friends.

Again, you smile, and hand it over.

It's then Morty never leaves his phone alone.

He's obsessing over every text and call.

Rick starts to find it annoying how during adventures Morty just wants to obsess over your boring life.

He waits with baited breath to hear you call or text him.

Then at school he goes right back to following you around.

You try to be lenient.

He struggles with people... he may not know what he's doing is wrong.

Although you swore you saw him outside your window one night.

You've never told him where you lived... or when your sport games were-

Was he stalking you?

He couldn't be... could he?

You could always try to distance yourself now but who knows if that would work-

You may be in too deep now....

Morty keeps finding you and looks all excited to say you're friends!

He may have a crush... you hope he doesn't.

Morty seems to be a bit too clingy for you.

Perhaps you should've never helped him...

What have you gotten yourself into?

"D-Did... you want to hang out t-today!?"

[trashpandafiction]

We Survive (1)

Summary: What happens when the Behavioral Analysis Unit comes across a situation they weren’t trained for? When the dead begin to roam the Earth, it challenges the BAU to something they’ve never dealt with before: the apocalypse. Along their journey for survival, they come across Rick Grimes and his group of survivors. Among the survivors is Jocelynn Russo, who thinks that the new group could be helpful to them. Things seem to go well until an unexpected enemy appears. Will Negan and the Saviors be the one thing to break the groups, or will they be able to defend themselves? All anyone knows is they have one common goal; to survive. Pairings: None yet. Word Count: 2,483 Warnings: None A/N: I decided to just start posting this story. I'm reworking the first 5 chapters and then continuing the story from there. Feedback is always welcome! The first chapter is mainly an intro but hopefully it's a good one anyway. If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit in tact.

One - The Beginning

          No one was sure how much time had passed since all of this started. The whole team had just returned to Quantico when the outbreak hit. To keep as many government officials as possible safe, they were ordered to stay put until further instruction. The instruction never came, and eventually, some of the other workers started leaving to go find their families and take their chances with the undead. Eventually, the team decided to take their chances, and headed towards the next nearest safe zone, which was the CDC building in Georgia. Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, and David Rossi all packed what they could; loaded two SUV’s and headed towards the CDC.

          When they arrived at the CDC, the building was demolished, along with their confidence that there would be a safe place. They regrouped and headed out to try and find a place to stay. That became their entire way of life; finding a place to stay, waiting there until it became somewhere they needed to leave, and then they would move on. Some of the team members did better than others, but overall, they survived together. That was all that they could do in this new world that they were living in. Now they were headed to their next shelter, just trying to find a safe place to go.

          They walked down a Virginia road, not quite sure where they were or how long they would need to keep walking. They had lost their maps when they ran into a group that was less than friendly. Now supplies were low, and morale was lower. They had been through plenty, and when they saw a small cabin, that looked like it had been vacant for some time, their spirits were lifted a bit.

          Derek looked at the cabin and then turned to Aaron. “Looks untouched. There might not be any supplies in there, but that would be a place we could hole up for a few days until we refuel.” He said with a shrug.

          Aaron nodded, putting a hand on his gun holster. “Why don’t you and Emily check the perimeter? I’ll take Spencer, JJ and David inside with me, Penelope, keep an eye on the outside so you can let us know if anyone or anything comes to our camp.” Even after the world went to hell, Aaron kept a leader position. It was comfortable for everyone, and he knew that he could do it.

          The group headed towards the cabin, breaking off into small teams for their investigation while Penelope held the handgun she was given, and looked around to make sure that nothing came at the team. Derek and Emily went around opposite sides of the cabin to make sure that there were no traps outside, and no people, living or not, that could harm them while their backs were turned. They both had their guns drawn, carefully sneaking around the cabin.

          Inside the cabin, Aaron and JJ got the door open, and checked the inside of the room. Spencer held his gun, looking around the room with David, checking the corners and blind spots. The cabin was run-down, and there wasn’t much furniture, but there weren’t any squatters or undead in there either. The four of them moved around the cabin to check the other rooms to make sure there weren’t any surprises hidden from them.

          Outside the cabin, Derek and Emily had met back up in the front of the cabin, where Penelope was. They hadn’t found anything, so they waited for the signal to go into the cabin. Emily put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh. “Maybe we can stay here for more than a day or two.”

          “Under normal circumstances, I would highly suggest we wait for another opportunity, seeing as this cabin looks like plenty of our crime scenes.” Penelope said. “But, given out current situation, the place might as well be a Holiday Inn.” She added, putting her gun back into the back of her jeans.

          Derek crossed his arms and gave a half smile. “Better than taking our chances on the road again.” He said, earning a nod from both women.

          After a moment, Spencer poked his head out of the cabin. “We’re all clear in here.” he said, waving the other three into the cabin.

          Derek, Emily, and Penelope all followed Spencer into the cabin where David and Aaron were already trying to formulate a plan. They were low on supplies, and they were going to have to make a run. When all of them were in the room, Aaron looked over at the rest of the group.

          “There has to be a gas station or something nearby. If not, there could be nearby houses that might have something left over.” He explained. “We’re going to have to find some sort of food, water, and ammo if there is any, but since that’s unlikely, right now we need to focus on water and food because we need some sort of sustenance.” Aaron explained.

          “It’s unlikely that anyone would leave behind anything worthy of being taken, and even if they did, the chances of there being anything left after all this time are slim to none.” Spencer chimed in. “Our best chances are going to be finding some MRE’s or learning to hunt.”

          JJ looked at the doctor and smirked some. “Spence, I doubt that anyone out here has any MRE’s unless we come across a doomsday prepper���s house.” Everyone appreciated Spencer’s statistics when the time was right, but sometimes, he wasn’t sure when to bite his tongue.

          “We haven’t seen a town for miles, there must be one coming up in the other direction. Maybe we’ll have some sort of luck there, we could even find a camp.” Derek suggested.

          Aaron nodded and looked at Derek. “Why don’t you, Emily, and I go see what we can find?” he spoke up.

          “Shouldn’t we have more people out on the run?” Penelope asked, looking over at Aaron. She wasn’t volunteering herself, that was for sure, but she thought that three of them weren’t enough.

          “It’ll be easier to get in and out of situations with fewer people, three will be enough. We won’t be gone long, and we’ll make sure to get back before the sun goes down.” Emily said. “Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep Rossi and Reid in check?” she joked.

          David smirked at the joke. “I’m sure the previous owners have a chess board around here somewhere. We’ll keep him busy.”

          Aaron, Derek, and Emily got ready to go out, making sure they had enough ammo and an empty bag in case they came across some supplies. As they were getting ready to leave, Penelope and JJ both took turns hugging each of them. Normally, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but with the world in the state that it was, no one was ever sure if their friends or family would return after leaving a camp or house. After saying some temporary goodbyes, Aaron, Derek and Emily headed down the road to find anything they could before the sun went down; a task that was easier said than done these days.

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          Jocelynn Russo was sitting on the porch of the house she stayed in with Glenn and Maggie Rhee. She worked on cleaning her gun as she waited for Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, and Glenn to come back from a run. She pushed a strand of hair out of her face and let out a sigh. There was something on the gun that just wasn’t getting off, and it was starting to agitate her a bit.

          “Son of a bitch.” She mumbled, shaking her head some.

          “That’s why I don’t bother with guns.” Michonne spoke up, stopping to check on Jocelynn while she did her patrol duty. She sat next to her and smirked some. “What’s the problem with this one?” She asked.

          She let out a sigh and shook her head again. “There’s something in there that just won’t budge.” She said.

          Michonne took the gun carefully and started trying to clean it out herself. Whatever was on there, it was really on there.

          “Do you think they ran into trouble out there?” Jocelynn asked as she looked at the gates of Alexandria. She had been with Rick’s group for almost a year now, after Glenn found her on a run. While the group were skeptical about taking on another person, she had proven herself to be a strong group member, and even became a close friend of Rick and the other members. Now when the group would go on runs, she would worry about them.

          “If they did, they’ll get out of it. They might have found another location to scout.” Michonne said before letting out an annoyed sigh. “I think this gun is just broken.” She said and looked over at her.

          Jocelynn smirked and nodded. “Maybe I’ll just convince one of the guys to try and clean it. Give ‘em a little ego boost.” She joked, earning a chuckle from Michonne.

          “I don’t think any of them need an ego boost. If anything, we need to tone their egos down.” Michonne joked back. When Jocelynn had first gotten to the group, Michonne seemed very guarded, and almost seemed against the idea of her staying. But in the time that she had been in the group, she and Michonne had grown quite close, and Michonne was someone that Jocelynn looked up to in this world.

          She laughed and shook her head, looking over to the gates as they were opened by some of the group members, and a truck and a smaller car pulled in. She let out a soft sigh of relief as she saw Rick, Glenn, and Daryl climbing out of the vehicles. “Speak of the devils.” She joked, putting her gun back together for the time being before she headed towards the guys.

          Daryl and Glenn started to help some of the other group members unload the truck and the car of the supplies they had found. Rick gave Maggie an explanation of what they had found, and how the run had gone. He touched her shoulder before heading towards his house, but when he saw Michonne and Jocelynn, he headed over to talk to them first.

          “Good to see that you made it back in one piece.” Jocelynn said with a smile.

          “We always do.” Rick replied with a smug smirk. “How’s everything holding up here?” he asked.

          Michonne gave a shrug before replying. “Other than Joce finding another reason to give up guns, I think we’re doing alright. I’m gonna go help Glenn and Daryl. It’s good to have you back.” she said, patting Rick’s arm before heading over to the truck.

          Rick raised a brow and looked over at Jocelynn with a grin. “Another reason not to use a gun?” he questioned.

          She let out a sigh and shook her head with a smile. “Well, I can’t use it if it refuses to be cleaned, now, can I?” she asked.

          “I guess you’re right. You know, I don’t know if anyone told you, but I do know a thing or two about cleaning guns. I might be able to look at that if you’d like.” Rick said, trying his best to keep a straight face.

          “No, no one told me that. I didn’t think that an ex-sheriff would be good with guns. If it wouldn’t be any trouble to you, I’d love you to look at it.” she smiled.

          “No trouble at all, ma’am.” Rick replied before smirking at her. He followed her to her house and sat on the porch with her to try and get the gun cleaned.

          Jocelynn would be lying if she said that she didn’t harbor any feelings for Rick. Ever since she had gotten to their group, there was something about him that made her feel safe. Maybe it was his law enforcement background, or the fact that he was a father, but whatever it was, she was happy to have it. It wasn’t like the feelings were unrequited by any means. There was something about her that drew Rick in as well. He wouldn’t admit it though because she was quite a bit younger than him. Plus, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was reading her correctly and didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for her by jumping the gun. Things were alright the way they were, and neither of them seemed to be in a rush to change that.

          “There we go.” Rick grunted, managing to get the clog out of the gun. He started to put the gun back together and smirked to himself.

          She looked at him and shook her head with a small grin. “I’m pretty sure you’re some sort of gun whisperer or something.” she teased.

          Rick handed the gun to her and smiled. “Yeah, maybe I was in another life.” He teased right back.

          “Well thank you.” She joked, taking the gun from him, and loading it back up.

          “You’re welcome, Miss. Russo.” he replied. Rick watched her load the gun and then looked over at the cars that were just now being moved back to their parking spots. The run had been fairly successful, and with their haul being added to what they already had, they would be good for at least a couple days before they would need to make another run.

          Jocelynn put her gun back into the back of her jeans and looked over at Rick. “As much as I’d like to bother you about how the run went, I’ve got guard duty to get to.” she said and stood up with him.

          He smiled and nodded. “Well, then I’ll see you later.” he said, giving her a nod before heading over to his house to check on his kids, Carl, and Judith.

          Jocelynn waved and headed over to the guard post where she had a watch shift until sundown. She climbed the ladder and took over duties from Abraham. She stood on the tower and looked out at the area around Alexandria. There were a couple walkers that were headed towards the gates, but the outer perimeter of wooden stakes would take care of them without a problem. All she really had to do was keep an eye on the perimeter and make sure that she was watching out for any threats. It was boring work, but it had to be done, and everyone had to do their part. Thankfully, the area had been pretty quiet, except for a few straggling walkers here and there, so they weren’t on high alert; although, if they knew what was coming in just a few short weeks, they would have made changes to their strategy.

 

[fandomwe1rd0]

I made a fic about the rainbow ride being for noob-noob. It hurt me so you guys have to suffer with me :)

Rick made a saw trap for the Vindicators for God knows what reason.

We were venturing to the last challenge, there were a few Vindicators gone and me and Rick were handcuffed. Supernova handcuffed Rick. She also handcuffed me for some reason (Even though I had nothing to do with it) ans said "I don't want you slipping away when this is over, all of these deaths are on your hands!" Rick defended himself "Maybe a few of them, but definitely not the train guy-" Rick groaned as Supernova hit him and repeated "All of them." Rick sighed "Okay..."

We finally got to the final final room, ready to complete the final challenge. Rick, clearly drunk out of his mind as usual appeared on a huge monitor there was a blue circular platform in front of the mointor. Drunk Rick started speaking "Now I've been pretty clear right now that I think the Vindicators are full of shit.." Yep. He clearly made that clear. Ruined my childhood just so he could make that point. Such a considerate grandpa, really. "But you do have one thing that I'll never have..." Please, as if I would believe. He's the smartest man in the universe. He has everything he needs. "And that's the only thing of the Vindicators that has any value to me..if you know what it is place it on the platform. Get it wrong and the whole p-planet will explode and probably the solar system too because I fuckin' eyeballed the neuterno bombs on this one." Supernova nodded "Ok, what is it? Morty you're the drunk Rick expert." She commented, looking at me.

I looked down. Rick doesn’t care about anyone. He only cares about his portal gun and flask. So what was this about...? Wait. I got it. "I think...no matter we put on there, we die. He said it's the part of the Vindicators he values. That means nothing. He wants our last moments alive to be spent knowing how few fucks he gave." That sounds just like him. Supernova recoiled "Geez! Open to 2nd opinions" to my surprise, Rick spike "It could.." Rick hesitated, his gaze going from me and back to the floor so quickly that I barely acknowledged it. "It could be Morty..." I nearly flinched "What?" Rick looked to the side "Look...when I get drunk I get stupid and emotional, there's no real logic to it.." So that's what he calls having emotions "Like...it's possible I got so drunk I felt like I was losing Morty to the Vindicators..." I could help the smile that spread on my face from hearing that as I looked down to the ground. "So maybe this my way of saying 'Ok, you can have him, but only if you know how important he is otherwise I'll kill you.'" Million Ants blinked "That is a...really specific guess..." Rick wasn't making eye contact with anyone "Look, there's nothing in the room but us. I'm just using logic to connect some dots. Its the best guess I got." Supernova asked "But...you're betting our lives on it?"

I smirked "I'll cover that bet, I get it." I advanced towards the platform as Rick followed behind trying to defend himself "I'll think you're doing that smirky face because you're misinterpreting the moment. I am not being coy about some hidden love for you." Sure. Totally believe you Rick. Whatever helps you sleep at night. "I just want to be clear that if anyone has a better guess, like if I gave you an amulet last night or-" I stepped on the platform. It accepted me.A seat popped up and it dragged me down with it.

My heart raced but then I saw an amusement park like ride. The chair fit me perfectly. The chair moved through the ride at a slow, peaceful pace. I heard drunk Rick speak. "I'm sorry I'm...not good at goodbyes and I'm drunk so just...it looks like I'm never gonna see you again." I gripped the front of the chair. I've never seen Rick so emotional... "I want you to know that...even if I didn't show it at the time...I really appreciated you sticking by me..." I saw my vision get blurry. Then it hit me. When I saw tears fall down on my jeans. I wiped my eye and Drunk Rick said "You're probably confused because we barely know each other.." I puckered my lips in confusion ...What?If this was really about me then...why is he saying we barely know each other?We've know each other for years. He's literally my grandpa. Wait wait. Calm down Morty. It doesn't gave to be literal. Maybe he means because I don't know...maybe something about closing himself off?I mean he's talking about the only part of the Vindicators he values, it's had to be about me!...Right..?"But you really stuck your neck out when you gave me props for my awesome jokes in the briefing room"Wait I didn't...No...Don't tell me...It had to be about me...Maybe he's talking about another time I don't remember "Everyone else had their heads so far up the ass"...this wasn't about me was it...?"Even my own grandson is like 'Oh the Vindicators! They're so cool!'"...So he wasnt talking about me. So he doesnt care about me. Of course not."I mean, hes a moron thats their demographic."No Morty. Don't cry. "Don't be pathetic, why would he be talking about you? It's your fault for getting your hopes up, who could care about you?"That stupid voice. I clutched the front of my seat, my knuckles turning white. It took everything in me to not burst out in tears....At least I found put what he says about me when I'm not there...Of course it wasn't me..."But you're different noob-noob"Noob-Noob who...?Oh...the janitor...The one that laughed at his jokes...He cares about him more than me...His grandson who he's known for years..."Motherfucker..."I put on an angry mask because it was the only thing stopping me from crying...I mean was I mad?Yes! I was fucking pissed!But...the realization that he cares about some janitor more than me and just sees me as a moron..."You're fucking cool and you're fucking smart and I bet we coulda hung out and shit and..I hope you get to become a full fledged Vindicators...a-and do me a favor, don't let know I got emotional"I should. It would serve the asshole right."But you can tell them one thing, tell me I said-"What? What do you want me to tell your grandson that he's a moron? That you care about some random guy that laughed at your jokes more than him?"Oh fuck. I just shit myself. Later."The ride retracted and I ended up back where I was.Rick saw me"Morty, bro, wha-""Shut up."The last thing I wanted to hear was his voice.He also didn't even remember who Noob-Noob was when he was sober, so that's just fan-fucking-tastic. As soon as I got home, I made a beeline for my room. I locked the door, sat on my bed, thought about what happened, and just hugged my knees as I cried. My sniffles being muffled my knees. I don't remember how long I cried for, but eventually I fell asleep. Alone.

[crazylilad]

Red- Chapter 18

AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)

No smut!

Please make sure to reblog, like, or whatever you wanna do! That helps me want to continue writing these kinds of stories and to figure out what people want

SUMMARY

I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 18

Rossary

Matthew bumped my shoulder, wincing as he tried to smile at me. I frowned as I looked at the damage Merle had left. Despite Matthew’s constant reassurance that he was okay, Merle had definitely done a number on him. 

It was a shock to see Matthew so beat up. The only other time I could remember Matthew even having a black eye was when we were still with William, hell even when on the run from that asshole Matthew was never someone I worried about. Now, as he lugged the group’s stuff to a car, I worried his concussion would cause him to keel over on the floor.

I walked over to the tucson and placed our packs in the back. I hugged my best friend. “If anything happens-”

“I should be saying this to you, bunny.” Matthew said. I scowled.

Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, and I were staying behind to defend the prison against The Governor. There was no way of knowing how today was going to go, but I knew no matter what happened I would be okay. Still, even though Matthew could protect himself, it felt like it was my job to make sure he was okay. 

I swallowed down my worry and offered Matthew a small smile.

Carl walked past us, ignoring everyone with an angry look on his face. 

I frowned.  “We’ll be okay.”  

“Always are.” he tsked. Matthew pat my shoulder and walked away.

“Hey,” I turned around to find Rick. He stopped when he was in front of me. “I know what I did was wrong, and you can hate me-”

“I don’t…I get it, really. I am glad Michonne is okay though, what you were going to do…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Rick shifted on his feet, looking more guilty by the second. “People fuck up, some just fuck up a whole lot.” 

He looked away and smirked. “Are we good?” 

I nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.” I pat his shoulder as I walk off.

Daryl sat in front of his bike, tweaking a few things. I waved at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk this morning before we were put to work by the group. I couldn’t get the night before out of my head, from the hug to eating next to Daryl late at night- We had done those things before, but this felt more intimate than ever before. I shook off the thought. I needed to stop thinking about it.

Daryl nodded, understanding I was trying to comfort him. I pulled him up off the ground, keeping his hand in mine.

“We should start drinking after all this.” I said, nodding my head.

Daryl snorted. “We’re gonna need a lot more than alcohol.”

…

I held the AK in my hand and stayed next to Maggie. She gripped my hand tightly. I smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go and getting in position. It felt nice to be fighting a large group again; I couldn’t explain the rush of adrenaline that bought me enjoying a fight every once in a while.

One of the Governor’s trucks drove into the spikes, the tires popping. The sound of gunshots made my ears ring as I watched the large group of men and women shoot up the prison. 

They rammed through the gate, breaking one of our defenses. There were about twenty of them and each had a gun and enough ammo to wipe us out tenfold.

The group scattered across the courtyard. I watched as they took in the barren area. It looked like a ghost-town, like no one had been here in a long time. I chewed on my lip and kept an eye on Maggie and Glenn.

The cell block door opened with a loud creak. I tensed. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were hiding in the prison.

I nodded once when I knew they were both okay. Maggie squeezed my hand once more before I moved away, quietly walking through a part of the prison and toward my spot. Glenn was across from Maggie, me across from them so we covered every area. My spot was more open, with less cover, but it would do.

I smiled, a bittersweet feeling falling over me as I thought about all the blind spots in the prison.

If all went south, I was meant to stay alive long enough to provide cover fire for the rest of the group. I was the best choice considering the amount of experience I had with fighting alone, besides if anything happened, I could leave the prison and lead the Governor away then meet up with everyone else.

An alarm started going off, the loud blaring deafening me. I kept my eyes focused on the cell block door and adjusted my grip on my gun.

The Governor’s group ran out and hid behind filing cabinets for cover. 

I shot a few times at their feet, herding them toward Glenn and Maggie. The two shot at them as well, managing to keep the group going toward the gate. I smiled as I watched the group scurry away like rats.

I shot at one of the men who was aiming for my people and watched as he fell to the ground, his fellow comrades helping him up. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. 

The truck started and I looked up just in time to see them driving away. I sat up higher, a smile appearing on my face. Even though it was over, it didn’t feel like it should be this easy. 

“We did it?” I heard Maggie scream.

“We did it.” Glenn responded. “Come on down.” 

I didn’t move from my spot as I looked at our group as they all began to make their way into the courtyard, smirking. Maggie stepped in front of me and put her hand out. “We’re alive.” she laughed, a joyous smile on her face which I returned.. She pulled me into a tight hug. 

“We did it. We drove them out.” Rick said once we joined them. 

I bumped Daryl’s elbow with my own. The gruff redneck smiled down at me, a soft look in his eyes that was quickly shielded away. 

“We should go after them.” Michonne said. Daryl agreed. 

“It’s finished. Didn’t you see them hightail it out of here?” Maggie argued. 

They continued to argue about what to do, everyone looking at Rick to decide. The cop looked over the field that was now filled with dead bodies. He was still greiving over Lori and it seemed like he wasn’t in the right mindset to make decisions right now.

I shook my head and took charge. “No, they’re right. We can’t live like this.”

Maggie turned to me. “So we take the fight to Woodbury. We barely made it back this time.” 

Daryl scoffed. “I don’t care.” 

I nodded along with Daryl. “We go and we finish this off, then we don’t ever have to worry about them again. That’s a better decision than sitting here while they get stronger.” Maggie and Glenn shared a look that showed their disagreement. I shook my head and said, “We’ll leave when everyone else is ready.”

I followed Daryl as he began to walk back torward the prison. The prison door slammed behind us.

 Daryl watched me, a question in his eyes as I paced the prison cafeteria. I couldn’t stop moving, not right now. Not until it was done. 

Matthew walked toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms. I pulled away after a moment. 

“I’m going to Woodbury.” I said quietly. 

Matthew shook his head. “I can go instead.” But I was already shaking my head. 

“No, your leg is still healing…” I looked down at my hands. “This is something I need to do…” It wasn’t just because of my own selfish reasons, but I wanted to get back at the Governor for the pain he had caused this group -the pain that Daryl had to go through.

Matthew nodded slowly. “Carl killed someone.” My eyes widened in shock. Matthew’s voice was so low no one else could hear, but it felt like I was just hit with a boulder. Carl was a kid. He continued, “He didn’t have to, but… Yeah, I’m gonna stay here, teach the kid how to play soccer or something.”

I swallowed away my shock and smiled at him, promising to join him when I got back. He walked into the cellblock with Carl behind him.

Daryl watched me with a look I couldn’t decipher. I waved awkwardly at him, a small smile on my face.

He looked away and I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.

…

Daryl put his feet on the road as he slowed down. I tightened my grip until the kickstand was down. It had taken an awful lot of convincing for me to ride on this death machine.

My nose scrunched as the smell of rotten bodies hit me. I took out my hunting knife and killed a walker. Michonne killed the other with her katana and Daryl shot another. I walked behind them, staring at the people.

Daryl flinched away when something banged on the door behind him. My gun was out in a flash and pointed at a girl in the truck. 

I nodded once to Daryl and he opened the door.

Rick pat her down. When he was done I helped her up. 

“He killed them all.” she said, her voice trembling in shock. It was obvious, but she was in shock and obviously didn’t know what else to say. I looked down at my hand the girl was still squeezing tightly. Slowly, I let go of her hand and rubbed my hand on my pants.

“He kept you alive?” Michonne asked. 

The girl’s eyes widened. “I hid under one of their bodies until he left. He didn’t even know I was there.” I bit my lip. She wasn’t lying. Daryl met my gaze and nodded slightly. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft as I took in the girl. She definitely wasn’t a fighter.

“Karen,” she said.

…

I walked behind the group, keeping my eyes out for any surprises. There was no sign that the Governor had been here. I turned around when a glass pot shattered.

I shot at Woodbury’s walls before ducking behind a car next to Michonne and Rick.

“Tyreese!” Karen yelled. I scowled and moved to grab her but I was too late. She stood up. “It’s me! Don’t-” 

Rick pulled her down. “Stay down!” 

I really wasn’t enjoying this new girl.

There was a moment of silence before a man yelled. “Karen! Karen, are you okay?”

I glanced at Daryl, who had a gun pointed at the wall. I followed suit. Karen shoved away from Rick and stood up. “I’m fine!” 

“Where’s The Governor?” the man asked. 

“He fired on everyone. He killed them all!”

No one spoke, a tense silence suffocating us all. I could understand the feeling of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect you and your family all too well and found myself sympathizing with those on the wall. 

“Why are you with them?” the man finally asked.

“They saved me.” Karen said. She looked over to me, a look of gratefulness on her face. I gave her a slight nod. 

Rick looked at Karen then the rest of us. “We’re coming out.” he said. My eyes widened.  

I clenched my teeth but stood up when Rick did. Daryl and Michonne hesitated. I looked at the two and nodded. Despite making bad choices sometimes, Rick knew what he was doing. 

For the most part. 

“We’re coming out.” Rick said again. 

Daryl held his gun up. He looked over at me before scoffing and holding it up. Although, even I noticed how he stood in front of the rest of us, as if making himself the target.

Woodbury’s gate opened and a black man and woman stepped out. I eyed the two of them, immediately realizing they were siblings, maybe even twins. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. He was a lot bigger than any of us and if all went south he was who I would need to keep an eye on.

“We were coming here to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did.”

The man’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the girl who was more dangerous instead. “He- he killed them?” 

Rick nodded solemnly. “Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it…” The sibling’s eyes widened. “She might be here,” Rick continued.  

Apparently that was enough to convince them. The siblings stepped out of the way and let us in.

…

“This is where he had Glenn and Maggie.” Rick told Tyreese and Sasha. 

“The Governor held people here?” Tyreese asked, shocked.

Daryl nodded. “He did more than hold ‘em.”

I stared at the back of his head briefly before pointing my AK toward a door. Daryl glanced at me as a thumping continued. Rick and Michonne stood next to the door, sharing a look.

Michonne pulled out her katana. “Will you open it?” she asked Rick.

Daryl took a small step back so our shoulders were touching. I kept my eyes open and looked around, not wanting to be ambushed.

When the door opened, I could see The Governor's advisor, Milton, lying dead on the floor. I frowned. 

“Andrea!” Michonne yelled.

I looked down to see the blonde on the floor. “I tried to stop them.” she said, her voice broken. 

“You’re burning up.” Michonne said in a hoarse voice.

Andrea looked down. She looked broken. Andrea pulled at her shirt weakly, showing us the bite on her shoulder. I took a sharp breath in. “Judith, Carl, the rest of them-”

“Us,” Rick said. “The rest of us.” Andrea’s voice broke. “Are they alive?” 

Rick looked over to Daryl and I. “Yeah, they’re alive.” 

“It’s good you found them,” Andrea said as she looked at Michonne. She turned toward me, a sad smile on her face. “And I’m glad you made your way back to them.”

I gave her a short nod. I didn’t know her, hell I had only had one conversation with her, but damn she didn’t deserve this.

 “No one can make it alone now.” Andrea said to me softly.

Daryl’s hand brushed mine gently. “I never could.”

I looked away, not able to look at Andrea’s face. She looked so broken, so… lost. “I just didn’t want anyone else to die,”  I thought of Merle, of everyone who had been hurt because of this. I bit my lip. “I can do it myself.” Andrea said.

“No.” Michonne was quick to respond, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend.

“I have to,” Andrea said.”While I still can.” she turned toward Rick, tears in her eyes. “I know how the safety works.” 

As Rick handed Andrea his gun, Daryl and I walked out the room. I hadn’t known Andrea that well, but she didn’t deserve this.

I stood next to Daryl, my arms limp at my sides. “I tried,” I heard Andrea whisper. 

Rick came out, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and swallowed before taking hold of Daryl’s hand. It wasn’t hard to realize it could have been any one else in that room, that Andrea sacrificed her life so we could survive even if she didn’t know. 

 He squeezed it once and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I clenched my teeth when the gun went off. 

…

Daryl

Rossary didn’t drop my hand. When we got Woodbury people on the buses, she stood by my side. When the people seemed scared or the kids didn’t know what happened to their parents Rossary was right there to give out hugs and reassuring smiles. She didn’t think she was good at comforting people, but the girl knew how to make people feel like they were welcome.

I knew she was rich before all this, that her parents were political figures. Hell, when she ran from home it was all the news spoke about for two weeks. The name Rossary Evans was all over, even the people Merle sold drugs to spoke about her.

I looked over at the girl that I had become so infatuated with and wondered what had caused her to cut her family off and make herself look like the bad guy, if only to leave fame behind.

She was good at taking care of others, making sure everyone was okay. She was a leader through and through.

When the people were settled and Rossary got on my bike I could feel her shaking. 

I squeezed her hands before starting the bike and heading back to the prison.

Rossary leaned her cheek on my back. We would survive this. We could live. I focused on Rossary and driving. She would survive this a lot longer than anyone else. The more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. She would be the last man standing.

Rossary

I helped the newcomers get situated, promising them clean rooms in a few days. There were some untrustworthy stares, there were some men that stayed with the elderly and children that looked like they were ready to protect them all. 

My hand touched my knife, the black leather touching my rough skin.

“Hey,” Daryl touched my forearm lightly. “Come ‘ere for a second.” He led me away and back to our cell block and up to his room. It was right next to mine now, instead of on the balcony. 

He walked into his room and began digging through a bag. I leaned against the wall and smiled as I watched him, my cheeks hot.

Daryl turned and scowled at me. “Stop.” he grumbled.

I let out a soft laugh as I tried to lose my smile. It only grew when he showed me a bracelet made out of leather. On the top, an angel wing sat, wrapped to the leather by a few intricate knots. 

It was handmade.

“It ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ I found on a run and thought you might like it.” he said.

I snorted. It was very obvious he made it. 

“Thank you, Daryl.” I pulled him into a hug, ignoring his tense muscles. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently.

He gave good hugs.

[mionemymind]

I really want to see some rookies on the grid next season. Sort of a bummer that Carlos is likely to sign with a team that is not going to be as competitive. Feels like his talent might go to waste, which sucks but I shall follow him wherever he goes. I’m honestly a really big McLaren fan which is why all that Trump stuff bothered me so much, wishing all of that was just a heat of the moment thing.

And more angst I can’t wait, tho I don’t think u can possibly get more heart wrenching than Fake Memories. That isn’t a challenge either please be gentle with my heart.

It’s race week, finally I don’t have to wake so early this time. Hopefully work was more relaxed for u this week.

-S

S! Just saw your request, not gonna lie, giving Rick and Michonne vibes! Also tell me why when I was younger, I was OBSESSED with surviving a zombie apocalypse and honestly, I still carry that knowledge with me.

And MONTREAL WAS SO AMAZING!! But the Ferrari DNF was not funny at all. And Albon had an amazing over take. And Oscar trying his best to defend in the last like 15 laps. Also that fight between Hamilton and Russel was cool to see.

But just glad that my man's still won lmaooo. But it's understandable to be frustrated with your favorites. Holding them accountable is better than acting like what they're doing is not wrong, ya know?

But I hope you've had a great week and weekend S! You deserve it babes :)))