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[dannyo000]

Moodboards

Basketball Player Steve x Cheerleader girlfriend

Volleyball Girlfriend x Supportive Boyfriend Steve

Taylor Swift Songs Our Song Last Kiss Invisible String Carolina Timeless

Steve x Allison Argent Youtube Edit Crossover

Screen Capture Crossover

w/Kathryn Newton- 1, 2, 3, 4,

Manips

w/Sophia Bush- Selfie, Carpet, 2,

Gif Crossovers

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Screen Capture Crossover

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Gif Crossovers

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[prettyshon10]

Top 10 Female Fictional Characters

(in no particular order)

Cristina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy)

Michonne (The Walking Dead)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)

Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)

Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)

Annalise Keating (How to Get Away with Murder)

Azula (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries)

Starfire (DC Comics+Media)

Charlie Bordelon (Queen Sugar)

[b4ookie]

MEET ME !!

B4OOKIE

hi, i am Brook, a 16 yr old shifter from southern USA.

but i also go by rowan/roro, any of these are fine with me.

i go by any pronouns so call me what you wanna, but i am an agender girl + unlabeled.

i am mixed, black and white 🫶😗

i have been into shifting since November 2020

i minishifted/shifted once in february 2021 or 2022 i dont remember, to my TWD dr. May have just minishifted to my SKZ dr..

my main s/o is ; Hwang Intak. (literally have no desire for any dr w/o him in it)

my drs list !!

TWD drs; 6x.

P1harmony drs; x4.

NBA drs; x7(?)

X-men drs; x2

EXO drs; x2.

SKZ drs; x4

AMP dr

MLB drs; x5 (major league baseball)

Sweet home dr

Footballer/Soccer player drs; i have like 10 🧍main is Real Madrid

Own kpop group drs; a lot too.

JJK & Aot drs

The Outsiders dr

Chicago PD dr; dante torress 🫶

F1, F2, F3 drs; Porsche, Ferrari etc

Top Gun dr

Wag drs; many for many diff sports.

Childhood dr

Rdr2 dr ; x2

Parent dr

NewJeans dr

Love Next Door dr

Star Wars drs; Sequels, Prequels, Mando x2

+ Many Group Drs

dni !!

anti shifter. point blank + anti perma shifting??

racist, homophobic, etc yk the basic dni.

pro shippers. you're weird.

-13, you're not even supposed to be on the internet. i dont think ill come across any but I'm just adding.

intak shifters... i havent come across aby but..

bmf !! 🫶

p1harmony shifter. or kpop in general

ALSO TWD SHIFTERRS PLEASE HIT ME UP.

group shifters(i love tnek group shifts are just mad fun)

literally any shifter to my dr list

tbh anyone not on dni please

others

literally dont care about others' drs.

like please king/queen/royalty that you are go live your life in your highest way possible. like you get to do whatever ya want and shit

that's all !!

byebyee + credits for divider

[hottpinkpenguin]

Joel Miller X Fem!Reader - Last of Us - Part 13 - The End

A/N: this is the last chapter of a series. read part 1 ! read part 2 ! read part 3 ! read part 4! read part 5! read part 6! read part 7! read part 8! read part 9! read part 10! read part 11! read part 12!

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Warnings: dark themes; substance abuse; post-apocalyptic dystopia; death of reader's minor child; probably a lot of non-canon details since I've never played the game; not proofread; spoilers if you haven't seen the show/played the game Word Count: 1926 Abbreviations: QZ = quarantine zone; FDRA "Fedra" = Federal Disaster Response Agency

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You watched Joel from the log you were resting on next to Ellie. He was smoothing the last mounds of dark soil over top of Tessa’s freshly dug grave with his hands. Aside from the rhythmic soft slap of Ellie’s switchblade smacking her palm as she tossed it up and caught it, all you could hear was a gentle brook babbling merrily in the woods behind you. 

“You think he’s gonna be ok?” Ellie asked bluntly after a few more tosses of her knife. You chewed on your lip thoughtfully as you considered her question.

“I don’t think ‘ok’ is much of a thing anymore,” you replied quietly, your mind inventorying all the things you’d lost in the twenty years since the outbreak. Joel had his own losses, things he’d probably never speak of out loud. Tessa was just the latest in a long line of grief. That was life in the world now.

“That’s fucking bleak.” 

You chuckled at Ellie’s irreverence. Gabriel used to say the same. He’d had such optimism, such a zest for life. He’d been born into a bleak world - like Ellie - and somehow they’d both found a way to still be kids. It was incredible to you, and one of the few things that gave you hope. As Joel laid a few wildflowers on top of the grave, a soft smile curled the edges of your lips. Joel Miller had recently made your list of things that gave you hope. 

“Tell you what else is bleak,” Ellie chimed in. You turned to her, raising an eyebrow in interest. “Watching you fall for a grouchy old fuck with graying hair. I mean, shit, are pickings really that slim in the QZ?”

You couldn’t help but let out a ripping, belly laugh. 

“There’s a lot to love about Joel,” you informed her once you’d stopped chuckling.

Ellie gave you a skeptical look as she continued flipping her knife in the air.

“Like what, his rich vocabulary?” 

You snorted again, shaking your head at her irreverence. You knew she was joking: she’d hardly left Joel’s side since the daycare. Although, neither had you for that matter. A comfortable, unspoken understanding had settled over the three of you. You were a unit now, a family of sorts. Where one went, you all went. 

“Certainly not his punctuality.” Ellie titled her head pointedly in Joel’s direction, where he was kneeling at the foot of the grave in a moment of quiet. She’d been itching to go for about an hour now, although you were unwilling to rush him in his grief.

“Soon, Ellie. Give him some time.” 

She huffed but let the issue drop for the moment. You watched the blade of her knife spin in lazy loops. You made a mental note to ask her to teach you how to do that one day.

After a few minutes, she flicked the switchblade closed and rose from the log in a huff of restless energy. 

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” she announced indignantly as she stalked off in Joel’s direction. 

“No, you’re not.” You rose from your own seat with a stiff, waddling-like motion to avoid bending your bruised ribs. 

“I’ll go,” you told her, using your best don’t-mess-with-me mom voice. She rolled her eyes but nodded sullenly, sinking down onto her haunches in front of a tree trunk where she started picking at the bark with her fingers. 

You wove your way through the trees to where Joel stood at the foot of the freshly dug grave. He was staring down at the grave, his eyes glassy and his face unreadable. You weren’t sure he’d even noticed you were there.

“This is a nice place to be buried,” you mused, taking as deep an inhale as your ribs would allow, drinking in the cool air. 

Joel nodded solemnly next to you. “As good as any.”

A few moments of easy quiet stretched between the two of you, nothing but the gentle sound of running water and spring birdsong to keep you company. You snuck a glance over at Joel, studying his profile as the shadows lengthened between the trees. His eyes still had the weight of grief, but there was something lighter about him. He caught you looking at him, catching your gaze with a crooked smirk.

“You know, we have a real knack for meeting up in shitty circumstances,” he said with a low chuckle. 

You smiled at the teasing tone in his voice.

“Not too many circumstances that aren’t shitty these days,” you countered. He nodded in agreement, his eyebrows knitting together as the light melted from his eyes into worry. He shot a glance over his shoulder in Ellie’s direction. You could see him falling into his own thoughts.

“I’m not sure I know how to do this,” he stammered awkwardly. When he looked at you, his eyes were swimming with something between fear and hope. “I mean… a teenager? Again? In this shit? And not just any teenager… this teenager.” 

You knew what he meant. Ellie wasn’t just another post-outbreak orphan. She was an answer, a signalfire. Not just for you two, but for the world, even if they didn’t know her yet. 

You followed Joel’s gaze toward Ellie. She’d become totally engrossed in de-barking the tree you’d left her in front of, now using her blade to remove thick slabs of it like she was performing surgery. She must have found a bug because at one point she yelped, tossing a piece of bark like it had burned her and frantically wiping her hands on the knees of her jeans. The sight of the world’s greatest hope frightened by a bug made you and Joel chuckle in unison. 

“Kids deserve to be kids, even in this fucked up world,” you told Joel. Eddie used to say that to you when you’d worry about Gabriel. “Best thing we can do is keep her safe and let her be a kid as long as we can.” 

Joel chewed on your reply for a moment before turning away, a bit of the tension fading from his face. You knew it would take Joel a while to adjust to the news of who Ellie was. You and Ellie had filled him in on the crucial details while you’d been restocking at the daycare. Joel hadn’t said much: he’d just taken it all in with reserved seriousness. After you’d all refilled your packs, Joel had used one the walkie talkies to get in touch with Marlene. He stayed up almost the entire night, arguing back and forth with her in hushed tones from the hall where he’d put himself on watch. You’d been so exhausted that you’d slept through most of it, along with Ellie, in one of the classrooms. By the time morning came, Joel told the two of you that going back to the QZ wasn’t an option, and that Marlene wasn’t healthy enough to rendezvous with you. It was up to you now to get Ellie to where she was going. The weight of that responsibility should have felt impossible, but knowing you had help to carry it eased the burden considerably. 

You sidled closer to Joel, your uninjured hand searching until your fingers intertwined with his. His hand was warm and strong. He squeezed yours gently, shooting you as close to a happy smile as you’d probably ever get out of Joel Miller.  The sight made your heart stutter a little in your chest. You laid your cheek against his shoulder, nuzzling the rough fabric. You felt Joel take an inhale next to you, exhaling as his shoulders relaxed slightly and his chin came to rest on top of your head. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply.

For a few moments, that was all there was. 

“If you two are done making eyes at each other, do you think we can get this show on the fucking road?” Ellie’s sarcastic voice cut the moment like ribbons. You jumped a little as you and Joel turned to face her, separating from each other reluctantly. She was leaning against a tree nearby with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“We weren’t making eyes at each other,” Joel chided. Ellie rolled her eyes dramatically in reply.

“Well, whatever you call that, it’s gross,” she announced. You caught Joel’s eye as he winked at you. 

“I figure we’re ready to head out,” you offered, letting go of the tender moment you and Joel had stolen. 

“We’ve got a stop to make first.” Joel gestured Ellie forward as he pulled a folded map out of the back pocket of his jeans. He handed one side of the map to you so he could gesture with his pointer finger to a small circle he’d drawn on its surface.

“Marlene mentioned a compound outside of Ottawa in an old government facility. In the early days, FDRA helped relocate a bunch of big-wig researchers up there. We don’t know what kind of shape it’s in, but that’s where she was angling to take you. It’ll take us… maybe four weeks on foot, three if we’re lucky.”

He traced the major highways inked onto the map between Boston and Ottawa with his finger.

“We won’t have to worry about snow, so that’s something at least,” you observed idly. Joel nodded in agreement. 

“If we move now, we can make it to Frank and Bill’s before it gets too dark.” Joel folded the map back into a neat square before tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans. He walked over to where he’d leaned his pack against a tree, lifting it with easy strength and settling the weight on his shoulders.

“Who’re Frank and Bill?” Ellie asked eagerly. 

“Friends.”

“No one has friends these days,” she observed incredulously, earning a laugh from you.

“I have friends these days.”

“Friends and a girlfriend, apparently.”

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks as you opened your mouth to argue. Before you could, you felt Joel wrap his arms around your neck and pepper your temple with exaggerated, loud kisses for Ellie’s benefit.

“Ugh! You’re gross, you know that? All this empty space in the world and I still have to watch your guys’ PDA!” 

Joel’s display had its intended effect. Ellie darted off into the woods, heading back towards the road the three of you had used to leave the city earlier that day. 

“Hey kid,” Joel called after her. His grip had loosened, but his arms still hung around your neck. You didn’t mind at all.

Ellie didn’t answer, throwing up a middle finger over her shoulder in response.

“You’re going the wrong way!”

You and Joel had to bite your lips to suppress giggles as Ellie did an abrupt about-face and came skulking back towards you. 

“I guess immunity from the infected doesn’t come with the ability to read a map, huh?” 

Joel released you from his arms, his fingers ghosting a trail across the back of your neck that sent shivers up and down your spine. He ruffled Ellie’s hair, earning another indignant complaint from her. 

You let the two of them walk a few steps ahead of you, enjoying the sounds of their teasing back and forth as you carved a path west towards the setting sun. Despite the unknown ahead, you felt a deep sense of calm settle over you. A soft smile turned up the corner of your lips, and for the first time in a long time, you felt completely alive...

thank you for reading!!!! i have been blown away by the positive reception on this series!! if you like my joel miller writing, feel free to shoot me a request <3

[elijahhendley]

7月20號 Day 9: 北投(Beitou)

Today we had a half day in Beitou.

HOT SPRINGS

Beitou is one of the most northern districts in Taipei and is famously known for their hot springs. The springs have been enjoyed by many aboriginals and japanese when they settled here. The hotspring is a sulfur hot sprinig and the Japanese during their time would extract up to 180,000kg of the material per month. But, it was during the Japanese colonial era when hot spring industry became popular, with hotspring hotels, spas, and resorts arising. The spring can surpass 120 degrees fahrenheit and today it was at 119. The hot spring is heated by volcanic lava that heats underground water which eventually mixes with the water on the surface to produce what has made beitou popular and has become part of Taiwanese culture. Although this day I did not get into the hotspring directly, it was still awesome to see the spring from land and how the steam rises from the water. When the wind blew and the steam would hit my face, I would feel 10x hotter. It so interesting to think that people would enjoy these waters in this country when it is fairly warm most of the year. But, reflecting on the experience, I could definitely see the appeal of the hot springs and how the heat and minerals in the water could have health benefits.

OLD TRAIN STATION

Our first stop was at the old train station which was a small building. We got to walk into a replica of an old train and also learn about the beginnings of the bento box in Taiwan. The bento box originates from Japan and was introduced into Taiwan during the Japanese colonial period. At first the bento boxes were made of wood, then to stainless steel, after that aluminum foil, and finally cardboard or wood strips. Fun fact about Bentos, they were one of the most profitable products in Taiwan making over TWD 700 million.

LIBRARY AND MUSEUM

Our next stop was the library. It was not anything too special, but the arcitecture was pretty cool. Then, we went to the Beitou Hot Spring Museum. The main room we went into was upstairs and it looked like a traditional japanese style area. It is really cool that I get to experience a little bit of the japanese culture while in Taiwan because they left behind an imprint on this country during their colonial period. The downstairs rooms are what held the baths. Their were big baths, small baths, and mini showers. One is supposed to shower before they get into the bath. And the surprising part was that they only separated the men and the women sections by a small half wall. On another note, one of my classmates Jack ran into his old highschool teacher.

Everything that we got to see in those 3 hours all gave me insight to more taiwanese culture. After I tried to find a chinese medicine place but with no luck, some of the others had a drink with Peter. I had lunch with Austin, Jack, Brooke, and Iris. Then I went home and took a nap and relaxed for the rest of the day.

Until next time, 再見！

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, October 11

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→ 20s she/her isfj

→ i’ve had this blog for about 8-9 years if i can remember right. use to be @/brooke-supernatural16 and @/hsllfirescoops

→ i occasionally write, make dividers or themes, and reblog random stuff

→ multifandom because i for the life of me can’t stick to one

INTERESTS

→ play videos games occasionally my faves consist of; spiderman 1&2, marvel rivals, hogwarts legacy, rdr2

→ current music: djo, 5sos/hemmings, tame impala

→ shows: psych, stranger things, moonknight, twd, tlou

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[gingiesworld]

haii!! how are you doing?? how's life treating you?? i hope you're doing well ms world :D

if i may, could i ask you a couple of things? im just hella curious. maybe you've answered this before, i won't have noticed since i haven't got around to looking through every post of every person i follow on here lol

but yeah, i was just curious to know (and if you're comfortable with answering, but if you don't i won't be offended) about how you got into writing fanfics and what inspired you to? did you ever think of writing about other characters or is your focus just lizzie characters, and scarjo, natasha and maria? like some of the women from twd for example, or maybe some game characters, etc?

i absolutely admire your work, and i strongly encourage you to keep up what you're doing, and definitely don't feel discouraged by what other people might say in reflection to a day/some days worth of hard work. you never know how easily you inspire others by the things you do, no matter how insignificant it may seem

be well now, a fellow follower

Wow, im now going to go by Ms World now. I am doing well, and hope you are too.

I guess I started reading wanda and Lizzie fan fic on wattpad some years ago and i had an idea for a story and decided to write my first Lizzie fic Come Home To Me on wattpad a couple of years ago and I guess I started to love writing as a hobby, even though it has helped me come up with mulitple ideas for an original fic.

Yes I am a Lizzie simp but I have been seeing a lot of FTWD edits on tiktok and I did have a falling out with TWD after Dale died because of a stupid cow!!! And it felt the same to me too but I am thinking of giving it a second chance because of Lauren Cohen who I have loved since her Supernatural days because she was fine as Bella. I have also got a Carol fic in line for the xmas special. But I do want to maybe do a Claire Redfield fic because I can never get over the shower scene from RE Afterlife. I have also thought about maybe doing some fics for Lorelai Gilmore too because she is the OG MILF everyone loves and maybe even Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill too.

Thank you kind follower for your kind words, it truly means a lot to me to have people who do appreciate my fics, and I love how they help others to forget about some of the crap they are going through in their day to day life.

Yours truly

Ms World ;)

[vincent-m-ward]

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— lynne shako, “to the daughter who secretly longs for her mother’s affection”

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan looking effortlessly cool and sincerely snackable on his farm - photos shot via FaceTime by Brooke Nipar for EW ComicCon online gallery

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OTH girls! :)

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have i mentioned the walking dead sucked me back in after my three year spiteful hiatus and i am angry about

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The Road Ahead : Chapter 19

Chapter Index HERE

Summary : (Set in the beginning of season 1) Anna Brooks lost everything after the world ended — the last remaining part of herself being her older brother, who she lost contact with after communications dropped. While en route towards Atlanta to find him, Anna’s truck breaks down, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel new world. Now, Anna must face her fears head on as she struggles to deal with devastating loss, constant danger, and finding her way in a land that now belongs to the dead. But sometimes, a glimmer of hope can be found disguised as a short-tempered, hard-headed redneck who may just save her life in more ways than one.

Pairings : Daryl x Original Female Character

Warnings : Slow-Burn, Language/Violence/typical Walking Dead themes

Author’s Note : This chapter is a continuation of Daryl’s POV -- picking up from where we left off. We’re about to get a flashback of what happened the night previous at the CDC, after Daryl and Anna’s fight!

Thank you for all the love surrounding this story -- it really pushes me to continue, so thank you! I appreciate you all.

NOW, LET’S GET TO IT.

xx crossbowking

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Previously…

He was hoping Rick would pull the RV over sooner rather than later for the group to reconvene, giving him a chance to escape the small confines of the car and the inevitable tension when Anna finally woke up. She’d tried to talk to him about what happened between them back at the CDC, but it hadn’t been the right time — it never seemed to be the right time.

So he’d brushed her off — but not for the reasons she probably thought.

As memories from the night before swarmed his vision, something suddenly made itself startlingly clear. The truth was, she’d been right — he had given up on his brother.

But not her — he hadn’t given up on her.

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Now…

Daryl slammed the door shut to Anna’s room, the walls shaking from the force of it.

But no matter the anger coursing through him, he just couldn’t seem to find the will to move from the spot in the hallway he’d suddenly rooted himself in. With his hand still tightly gripped around the doorknob, breath coming out in steady huffs, warmth shooting through his limbs, he tried to process just where the hell things had gone so wrong.

Daryl closed his eyes, the fury and hurt marring Anna’s features flashing through his mind as she’d fought against his certainty that Fort Benning was gone. Why couldn’t she understand that he was just trying to help? That he was just trying to talk some sense into her? She was so dead set on Fort Benning, on the idea that her brother had somehow successfully made the hundred-mile trek to the army base and was waiting there for her with fucking roses or something — was she fucking delusional? Did she have some kind of god damn death wish?

Daryl’s eyes shot open. What did he care for anyways? It had nothing to do with him. And he wasn’t going to just sit around and take the brunt of Anna’s projected issues. There was enough shit going on with the current state of the world — the last thing he needed was this sort of unnecessary drama.

With a decision made, Daryl scoffed and shoved away from the door, feeling a fresh wave of frustration wash over him. He marched down the hall, heading away from Anna’s room and back towards his own. She could do whatever the hell she wanted — she could go to Fort Benning, she could leave the group, she could join the fucking circus if she wanted to. It wasn’t his problem. 

If she wanted to go on some kind of kamikaze-suicide-mission…fine. That wasn’t his problem. She wasn’t his fucking problem.

But the moment Daryl reached his door, hand outstretched towards the doorknob, he paused, glancing back down the hall towards Anna’s room for a moment before looking down at the doorknob, inches away from his fingertips. All he had to do was reach forward — that was it. Just reach forward. Twist. Push. Open. And go inside. That was it.

So why was he suddenly turning away from his room and walking back towards Anna’s?

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Daryl clenched his jaw, hands balled into fists as he stalked back down the hallway. He wasn’t exactly sure why, wasn’t exactly sure what his intent was, but it was as though his body had a mind of its own, carrying him down the hallway despite his mind’s protests. He made it halfway down the hall before he halted, forcing his feet to remain rooted as he stared at Anna’s door just a couple of feet away.

What exactly was the plan here? To burst into her room? To tell her off? To tell her to mind her own fucking business?

No…no, that didn’t feel right.

So Daryl pivoted, marching back down the hall towards his own room instead.

But he only made it a couple feet before he suddenly froze once more, a frustrated growl escaping his lips.

No, he had to see her — he had to tell her off, he had to tell her she was wrong, he had to make sure she was alright and —

No, damn it. No, that wasn’t right. He didn’t care whether she was alright or not. He shouldn’t care. He wasn’t supposed to care. That wasn’t part of the deal here.

But before Daryl could stop himself, there he was, turning on his heels and storming back towards Anna’s room once more. It felt as though his insides were being yanked apart, like two different parts of him were duking it out for control. Part of him wanted to unleash the anger bubbling inside him. But another part of him, a quiet, simmering part of him that he hadn’t realized was there, genuinely wanted to mend things with the girl on the opposite side of the door.

But why?

Daryl stopped outside Anna’s room, hand outreached towards the doorknob, but quickly froze. He dropped his hand to his side, glancing up and down the hall warily, before he leaned forward and pressed an ear against the door, holding his breath.

The room was silent. No quiet shuffling or faint footsteps. Just silence.

Daryl sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he pulled away from the door.

He needed to get a fucking grip.

The archer scoffed beneath his breath, deciding to head back to his room once and for all, chastising himself for allowing this complete stranger to have such an effect on him. But he only took a single step forward before he was pausing yet again. It was as though something was pulling him back, forcing him to remain rooted where he was.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He just…he just couldn’t leave her. He couldn’t do it. No matter how badly he wanted to shut down, to find calm within his own space, he just couldn’t leave Anna Brooks alone, by herself, defenseless — especially after what just happened with Shane.

“Damn it,” he growled, feeling torn yet again. He thanked whatever higher power was out there that no one was witnessing his distress — the people in this group were too damn nosey. They wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t understand. Hell, he didn’t even understand himself.

He couldn’t go back to his room. But he also didn't want to go back into Anna’s. He was at a complete and utter loss.

So instead, he suddenly found himself sliding to the ground, making himself comfortable propped up against Anna’s door.

Daryl could practically hear Merle’s snarking voice in the back of his head, chiding him, telling him he was ‘weak’, telling him he was ‘fuckin’ pathetic’. And maybe he was right. Maybe he was pathetic. Maybe he was weak. But above all that, the thing he was most was loyal. And he’d promised Anna that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her — that he’d keep Shane away from her in case the man decided to try anything else.

And that feeling, that innate need to protect, overrode any other feelings of self-loathing sneaking in.

Daryl sighed, resting his head against the door, propping his elbows on top of his knees as his fingers drummed back and forth over the cloth of his jeans.

He wouldn’t stay there all night — just until he was sure everyone had turned in for the night…until he was sure that Shane had turned in for the night. He hadn’t seen the man since their altercation in the hallway — but he could practically feel his blood begin to boil at merely the thought of what he’d walked into.

Daryl had wanted to kill Shane — wanted to end his pathetic life right then and there. The man was bad news, plain and simple, and he knew for a fact that it was only a matter of time before shit got worse — before the man became even more unhinged. This time, Daryl had been there to stop him — but what if next time he wasn’t?

The archer squeezed his eyes shut, shaking the disturbing images from his mind. That was the only reason he was doing this — sitting outside Anna’s door like some sort of makeshift guard dog. He’d promised her he’d keep her safe. And that was the only reason he was doing this.

Right?

Daryl groaned softly, his eyes snapping open as he rubbed a hand through his cropped hair, fighting off the tiredness seeping through his bones, the alcohol running through his veins. He gnawed at the side of his thumb absently, his body feeling heavier and heavier with each moment that passed.

Anna’s words suddenly spun through his mind — ‘Just because you gave up on your brother, doesn’t mean I’m giving up on mine.’

Who the hell did she think she was? Going around and talking shit about shit she didn’t know anything about. Daryl scoffed, grinding his teeth together, yanking the corner of his thumb from his mouth and resting it atop his knee instead.

He didn’t give up on his brother — Merle’s dumb ass upped and took off. There wasn’t shit he could do about it now. Was he supposed to go on some wild goose chase like Anna was? Searching for a needle in a god damn haystack? He wouldn’t even know where to start — if his brother was even still alive, for that matter.

Anna didn’t know shit. She didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

And yet.

Maybe he had. Maybe he had done exactly as she’d said — maybe he’d ‘given up on Merle’. Maybe that was why he couldn’t shake Anna’s hurled words from his core. Maybe that was why he couldn’t quiet the nagging thoughts churning in his mind.

Because maybe accepting Merle’s fate, his loss, maybe accepting that he’d never see his brother again was simply something Daryl had found easier to live with than he’d expected.

Daryl huffed a breath, quickly shaking the thoughts from his mind, running a hand roughly through his cropped hair. He shook his head absently, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the solid door behind him.

No. Merle was blood. Merle was his blood. His family. And if you didn’t have family, you didn’t have shit.

Right?

Daryl suddenly jolted awake, his eyes snapping open.

He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep, right in the midst of his spinning thoughts, right there outside Anna's door. He squinted slightly, his pupils adjusting to the fluorescent lighting down the hall as he sighed, rubbing a hand over his weary face.

That was the moment he felt another set of eyes land on him.

His gaze jerked upward, his hand immediately moving to hover over the knife strapped on his belt as his eyes fell on Shane standing just down the hall. He was staring down at Daryl, his expression so smug the archer fought back the urge to hurl his knife down the hall.

Neither one of them spoke — merely staring each other down as Daryl tensed his body, ready to jump to his feet if the man took a single step towards him while Shane swayed slightly, his red-rimmed eyes giving his inebriation away.

Daryl narrowed his eyes challengingly, as if daring Shane to try something, to give him an excuse to unleash some of that pent up anger brewing. But Shane merely scoffed, shaking his head as he fumbled for the doorknob beside him before he stumbled away, disappearing into his room and slamming the door behind him, leaving Daryl alone once more.

Daryl let go of the breath he’d been holding, his body going slack as he ran a hand through his cropped hair. He had no idea what time it was, there were no windows, no clocks — and they were underground, that thought alone making the archer feel all sorts of discomfort. He quickly pulled himself to his feet, stretching out the crick in his neck caused from the uncomfortable position he’d been sleeping in.

He hesitated for a moment, holding his breath as he rested the side of his head against Anna’s door, listening for movement. He thanked whatever God was out there that she hadn’t woken up or randomly decided to leave her room — that would’ve been awkward.

Daryl sighed softly, pushing away from the door. He heard the quiet murmur of voices coming from the door opposite of Anna’s, no doubt some of the group finally waking, and quickly hurried back down the hall. He wasn’t worried about Anna’s safety anymore — the group would be milling from their rooms soon and Shane wouldn’t dare try anything if he knew there would be witnesses. 

He was just that type of man.

Daryl cracked open the door to his room and slipped inside, shooting one last dark look at Shane’s across the hall before closing the door quietly. Once inside, the archer exhaled heavily, feeling the fight leave his body. He brought his hand up towards his mouth, gnawing on the side of his thumb as he paced slowly back and forth, his thoughts churning once more.

That was it.

That was the last time he’d get involved with Anna Brooks. She could take care of herself from now on — she wasn’t his responsibility, damn it. She was a grown woman who could deal with her own issues, her own consequences.

He had other shit to worry about.

Like the end of the fucking world, for instance.

But still, no matter how many times he went over it in his head, no matter how determined he was to keep his distance from the girl down the hall, a tiny, nearly imperceptible part of him knew that deep down, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her for long.

Anna whimpered from beside Daryl once more, snapping him from his thoughts.

His eyes flashed back and forth between her and the road, his entire body going rigid as she shifted slowly in her seat, face scrunched up slightly as she finally began to stir. Daryl fought off the sudden internal panic that twisted his insides, his grip around the steering wheel tightening.

And then, she was up.

Daryl watched her from the corner of his eye — the way she jolted upright, her breathing slightly labored, her hand automatically reaching to clasp onto the chain laced around her neck. She seemed disoriented, like she wasn’t sure exactly she where she was or how she’d gotten there to begin with.

And then, she saw him.

Anna nearly did a double take when she first laid eyes on him — Daryl wasn’t sure why. Her gaze only hesitated on him for a moment before she was facing forward, stiff as a board, leaning as far away from him as the truck would possibly allow.

The space between them was still. The quiet that stretched between them was enough to stand Daryl’s nerves on end, his palms inexplicably sweaty all of the sudden.

Say somethin’. Say anythin’, damn it, a voice in the archer’s head growled. But for the life of him, he couldn’t think to say a single thing.

He snuck a glance at Anna — she still looked confused, bewildered almost, as she stared out the front windshield, her hand still twisting around the necklace she wore. She must’ve felt Daryl’s gaze because she suddenly glanced over at him, their eyes locking for a brief moment before she turned to face forward once more — that was when Daryl noticed the sudden redness creep across her cheeks.

He promptly rolled down the passenger’s side window.

The Georgian heat must’ve gotten to her.

Anna suddenly sat up straighter, searching the area around her somewhat frantically, feeling beneath the seat, her brow knitted tight. Daryl sighed, grunting as he stretched to reach into the backseat, keeping his eyes on the road as he pulled out her backpack and placed it between them on the front seat.

He could feel Anna’s gaze burning a hole into the side of his face before she slowly picked up her backpack and held it to her chest, a shaky breath slipping through her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick from being unused, the words barely above a whisper.

Daryl clenched his jaw. Say somethin’. She’s waitin’ for an answer, ya stupid asshole.

“Ya almost got yourself killed,” the words spilled through his lips much more harshly than he intended them to.

Anna flinched.

Way ta’ go.

“For a backpack,” he clarified, softening his tone, giving her a look.

Anna sighed as she began examining the backpack, unzipping each pocket carefully. “I didn’t go back for the backpack,” she murmured quietly, absently gnawing on her bottom lip. “I went back for these,” she finally confessed, pulling out two objects from the side pocket of her pack.

Daryl immediately knew what it was she was holding — the letter from her brother, as well as the photograph of the two of them. He felt some of the anger trapped in his chest dissipate.

“I know it was stupid,” Anna continued, smoothing out the wrinkled edges of the papers. “But it’s all I have left of him,” she mumbled, tucking a stray strand of hair blown out of place by the wind behind her ear.

Daryl detected the slight tremble in her voice but didn’t mention it. He simply nodded. “I get it,” he rumbled, training his eyes ahead.

And he did.

Once again, the archer sensed Anna’s gaze on him, boring into the side of his face — but he merely clenched his jaw, feeling the tips of his ears flush as he nestled the side of his thumb between his teeth.

Another long silence stretched between Daryl and Anna as miles of pavement passed beneath them, the caravan of vehicles steadfast in their journey ahead. The archer snuck a glance at the girl beside him when he knew she wasn’t looking — she had her face turned towards the open window, eyes closed, a rare, fleeting moment of peace settling over her expression as the sun soaked through her skin.

But then Daryl felt the energy around him shift as Anna opened her eyes and lowered her head, her fingers twisting around each other in her lap. She sighed softly as if attempting to steel herself for what was to come — although Daryl was fairly certain he already knew what she was about to say before her lips parted.

“So, about last night,” she exhaled quietly before clearing her throat and straightening in her seat. “Look, I — I completely overstepped my boundaries,” she continued, gaining a little courage as she turned to face him. “I was just — shit, I don’t know. I was just upset and I took it out on you because — because shit, I don’t even know why,” she huffed, frustration marring her features as she ran a hand through her hair. “And even after everything you did for me — after everything with Shane — and I just — I just,“ Anna groaned softly, covering part of her face with one of her hands. “God, I’m just such an asshole.”

Daryl stilled — unsure what to say, unsure how to feel, unsure what to do to calm Anna’s crumpling features.

He quickly cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he shot the girl beside him a quick glance. “Hey,” he rumbled, Anna’s eyes locking with his, her expression troubled. Daryl cleared his throat once more. “We’re good.”

Anna’s brow furrowed, her mouth turning down into a slight frown. “But —“ she paused, the rest of her sentence rushing past her lips as one big breath instead. She took another breath, shooting Daryl a helpless look. “But —“

“Hey,” Daryl cut her off, giving her a short nod. “We’re good, alright? Got other shit ta’ be worryin’ about, ya know?” he murmured, turning to stare ahead once more. “So, we’re good.”

Daryl felt Anna deflate beside him as she leaned back against the passenger seat, her gaze swiveling to observe the passing scenery instead. He peeked over at her, his hand tightening around the steering wheel as his words hung in the air.

He’d meant to comfort her — to assure her that the two of them were, in fact, okay. But somehow, even when he was trying to help, to bring her some peace, he merely came across as brash. As angry. As cold.

“Do you miss him?”

Daryl stilled. The words that came from Anna’s lips were quiet, barely above a whisper, hard to hear over the wind spilling through the truck’s open windows. But he’d heard them. He'd heard them just as deafening as if she’d screamed them at him.

She wasn’t looking at him. She still had her eyes trained towards the outdoors, towards the masses of trees flying by — but he knew by the way she held her breath that she was waiting for a response.

Daryl ground his teeth together, his body suddenly going rigid with tension at the thought of Merle. He knew that’s what Anna was talking about — she didn’t even have to say his name, he knew just by the way she’d said ‘him’.

And Daryl really didn’t want to talk about his brother — especially with her.

So instead, he shrugged a shoulder up and grumbled something unintelligible under his breath — that was the best he could do.

Anna nodded slowly, probably having expected that sort of response and turned her eyes downward to stare at her clasped hands. “I miss Ben,” she suddenly spoke, picking at her thumbnail absently. “We were all each other had growing up. And he, uh — he always knew what to do, you know?” she mused, sighing softly. “I don't know — maybe this shit wouldn’t suck so much if he were still around.”

Daryl listened quietly, mulling over her words before he shot her a look from the corner of his eye. “Think so?” he grunted under his breath.

Anna glanced over at him, the corner of her mouth rising into a small smirk as she shrugged, sighing softly. “No, it’d probably still suck,” she resolved, absently running her fingertips over the glossy photograph still in her grasp. “But maybe just a tiny bit less.”

Daryl grunted once more, resting his hand outside the open window, his fingertips drumming back and forth over the dented metal door. “Merle wasn’t ‘round much,” he murmured. He wasn’t sure where the sudden confession came from — but for the life of him, he couldn’t stop himself from continuing. “He was always runnin’ off or gettin’ sent away — jus’ causin’ all kinds a’ trouble, ya know?” he scoffed lightly, glancing over at Anna who was carefully watching him, her eyes alight with something he couldn’t quite place. Daryl quickly cleared his throat. “Kinda hard ta’ miss someone who was never really there ta’ begin with,” he finished gruffly, his grip tightening around the steering wheel.

Anna was silent for a long moment after that — the quiet that stretched on gnawed at Daryl’s insides, sending his heart thrumming just a fraction faster. And in that moment, he regretted speaking up — he regretted sharing that incredibly personal part of himself to this complete stranger beside him.

Stupid prick. Ya ain’t got nothin’ that nobody wants ta’ hear anyways. Ya ain’t nothin’ but —

“I’m sorry about your brother.”

Anna’s words were so quiet, Daryl almost missed them.

He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, his gaze locking with Anna’s for a moment — the kindness, the compassion in her eyes shooting a sudden warmth through his veins. “An’ I’m sorry ‘bout yours,” he rumbled, his voice deep and gravely in his chest.

They held each other’s gazes a moment longer before Daryl turned away, just as the blinker of the RV flipped on and the caravan began to pull off to the side of the road. The archer followed suit, easing the pickup to a slow stop before shutting off the truck.

As members of the group began to filter out of their vehicles, Daryl and Anna remained side by side in silence, each trapped in their own thoughts. It wasn’t until Rick hopped out of the RV, sending the two of them a small wave to join the group, that Daryl finally broke out of his reverie.

He slid out of the truck, turning to grab his crossbow from the backseat before slamming the door shut. When he noticed Anna’s stillness, not having moved from the passenger seat yet, her eyes far away as she stared at the dashboard, he paused, resting his forearms against the open window on the driver’s side. “Ya alright?” he murmured, snapping Anna out of her thoughts.

She nodded slowly, slipping her backpack over her shoulders, Ben’s note and photograph still clasped in her hands. “I’m here,” she reassured him quietly, taking a breath before she pushed open her door and hopped out.

Daryl’s brow furrowed at her response, but he pushed away the concern he felt as he made his way towards the rest of the group.

Several people approached Anna, clearly worried since they hadn’t been able to check up on her since the CDC — Lori wrapped her arms around Anna’s frame, giving her a quick hug as Rick squeezed her shoulder, making sure she was alright. Glenn made his way to her side, nudging her gently in the ribs, murmuring something to her — Daryl couldn’t make out what he said and he wasn’t sure why that bothered him.

“Alright,” Rick’s voice suddenly rose, snapping the archer out of his thoughts, his gaze tearing away from Anna.

The rest of the group settled, all eyes falling on the sheriff, the overall morale of the group feeling incredibly low. Rick took a moment to look at each and every member of the group before he took a breath.

“I know everyone’s gotta be wonderin’ where we go from here,” he began, his expression torn. Most group members nodded in response, other murmured under their breaths. “We thought the CDC was it — I thought it was it. I thought that’s where we’d find the answer’s we’ve been lookin’ for. But we were wrong,” he continued, looking as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. And then he glanced at Carl, tucked into Lori’s side, and some of that weight faded into determination. “But we can’t give up — not now, not ever,” he persisted fiercely, giving Lori an encouraging nod.

“An’ where’re we supposed ta’ go, huh?” Shane called out, standing a couple people over from Daryl — and the archer felt a swell of anger course through him. “If the god damn CDC didn’t make it, how’re we ta’ know that everywhere else hasn’t gone ta’ shit too?”

“Shane,” Lori chastised sharply, shooting him a dark look as she pulled Carl closer to her side.

“I’m sorry, but someone’s gotta say it,” Shane shrugged nonchalantly, roughly rubbing a hand through his hair. “Where’re we supposed ta’ go from here, Rick?” he directed the question solely at the sheriff, looking at him pointedly.

Rick was quiet for a moment, resting his hand on his hip, his eyes cast downward, deep in thought. But then his gaze rose and fell on Anna — they seemed to have some sort of silent conversation before Anna shrugged one shoulder up, Rick nodding soon after before he leveled Shane’s stare. “Fort Benning.”

Collective hushed and panicked conversation broke out amongst the group before Rick began working to reign everyone in. Daryl remained silent, leaning against the front of his pickup truck, simply observing the chaos unfolding.

“Alright, now listen, I know some of y’all are worried but —”

“Fort Benning is on the other side of Georgia, Rick! You can’t expect us to —“

“— with what supplies? We lost everything —”

“— unbelievable. We should’ve just stayed at the quarry and —”

“Listen, jus’ listen for a minute —”

“M-Mom —”

“— end up just like Jacqui. Like Amy. We should’ve —”

A sharp whistle sounded, silencing the growing uproar amongst the group, their gazes swiveling in Dale’s direction — he stood on the steps of the RV, rifle in hand, expression bewildered before he quickly marched to Rick’s side. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now,” he scolded in disbelief, surveying the group, disappointment marring his features. “Look,” he huffed, moving to stand in the center of the circle that’d been formed. “If anyone else here thinks they have what it takes to lead this group, then by all means —“ he held his hands out in front of him as if daring someone to step forward.

When no one moved, Dale scoffed knowingly, stepping back to stand beside Rick once more, nodding for the sheriff to continue.

Rick shot Dale a grateful look before he straightened up, taking a breath and facing the group once more. “We can’t give up now. There is salvation out there — I have ta’ believe that. Fort Benning is a risk, but it’s a risk we have ta’ take. We’ll find somewhere ta’ hole up in for tonight and then tomorrow, we’ll scavenge — siphon gas, find supplies, see what we can scrounge up around here. Gather enough ta’ get us ta’ that army base and then —” he paused, locking eyes with Lori. “— and then we’ll go from there.”

The group was silent, mulling over Rick’s words. Daryl crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the front bumper of his pickup, his gaze finding its way back to Anna.

She was quiet, brow pensive as if deep in thought, fingers looped around the straps of her backpack. He wondered what she was thinking about in that moment.

“Let’s get a move on before dark, alright?” Shane suddenly spoke, clapping his hands together once. “We’ll discuss our next move further once we find ourselves somewhere ta’ spend the night,” he added before turning around and making his way back to his Jeep without another word. Daryl watched the way Rick’s gaze followed his old partner, his expression unreadable.

The rest of the group began to slowly filter back to their cars. Daryl pushed off his pickup, adjusting the strap of his crossbow as he rounded the front of his vehicle, heading back to the driver’s side. He couldn’t help but look back as he yanked open his door — and there he spotted Anna.

Lori and Carol were standing in front of her, examining a few of the minor cuts and bruises on her elbows and knees, the ones she’d acquired from her narrow escape. He couldn’t hear what they were saying from where he stood, but a moment later, Carol was ushering her forward and Lori was grasping Anna’s hand, gently pulling her towards the RV.

But right before Anna disappeared inside the RV, her eyes found Daryl’s. And then she was gone, the door to the RV closing behind her.

The archer remained rooted where he was for a moment longer until an uproar of vehicles turning over filled the air, snapping him out of his reverie. He heaved a breath, slipping his crossbow off his shoulder as he hopped back into his truck and started it up.

But as he pulled onto the main road, falling back in line amongst the caravan of vehicles, he tried not to think about the sudden emptiness filling the space beside him.

He tried not to think about her.

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A/N : Thoughts?

QUESTION OF THE WEEK: How do you think this supply run will go? I have a feeling things won’t be ending well...

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