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Cherry Season - Part 1

Rick Grimes x OC

This contains smut

I've barely written smut before, so please be kind xx

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Valerie wasn't always a Greene. But she's been one for quite some time, even before the dead started walking.

Her parents owned a farm only minutes away from Hershel's. It had to have been years ago when she was just a small girl playing with Maggie and the chickens on Hershel's farm when they saw it.

Large, billowing clouds of thick, dark smoke shrouding the sky. Valerie remembers the look of horror that tore at Hershel's face, the gasp of dread Maggie's mother let escape past her lips as she ushered the girls inside.

The smoke was coming from her farm, her home.

Hershel had ran, gathering their neighbours as they brought buckets and hoses and anything else they thought could help. But when they had reached the farm, the fire had raked through it, burning the land and all its contents to ash.

When they managed to get the fire under control, there was nothing left to salvage. The earth had been wrought of life, the barn now dust and the house crumpled and broken.

It was under the boulders and wood that they found a happy couple holding each other in a tight embrace, the flesh melted off their bones which were charred under the heat of the fire.

Hershel liked to think they were at peace when they passed, finding comfort in each other's embrace.

But then he thought of the little girl in his home, of the brunette hair she shared with her mother, the tan skin and brown eyes of her father, the bashful grin she stole from them both and their mischievous twinkle - how could they be at peace, knowing they left a child to fend for her own in a world already cruel and harsh.

It was Maggie's mother who suggested the idea first, so motherly and so loving - she accepted the child as her own. Decades passed, and even as Maggie's mother passed into the next world, Valerie stayed on the Greene farm, growing into a fine young lady.

Valerie didn't remember much of her parents, or their farm. There was always a part of herself grateful for that, happy for the reprieve because it simply made it easier to live.

In Valerie's mind, she never lost a mother or a father because she was not old enough to remember them and whatever void their deaths had left had been quickly filled and cemented by Hershel and his first wife.

***

Valerie wasn't a shy girl in the slightest. She was bashful and awkward but never shy. So when Rick and his group had finally settled upon the farm, tents dotted around the land, campfires lit a soothing orange and friendly chatter bubbling through the air Rick simply could not wrap his head around it.

He had seen her talk with Dale, laugh with Glenn, exchange fruits and meats with Daryl in exchange for cross-bow lessons. He had seen her comfort Carol when she became overwhelmed over her missing daughter and sneak Carl sweets she had found during runs.

And yet, it seemed she couldn't stand to be in his presence. It seemed she skirted past his every attempt and dodged his every call, finding any excuse she could to be rid of his presence.

Rick thinks he shouldn't be upset. He had, after all, turned up on their front porch with his dying son in his arms and covered in blood - what a sight he must've made.

But still, there was something about this girl that intrugued him.

He knew of Hershel's beliefs when it came to the dead, the ignorance he held in his heart that he labelled as hope instead. Hershel did not want to kill the walkers, and neither did his children - apart from Valerie.

He heard the stories from Glenn, how she brought them down with ease, and used a knife as though it was an extension of her body.

It was as though she was made for a world like this, brought up to thrive in an apocalypse.

And yet, she dressed like that.

Normally, Rick would have no quarrels over how a woman dresses. And he was sure if this was Maggie or Beth, he probably still wouldn't.

But this was Valerie - sly, mischievous Valerie.

Valerie, who could take down a handful of walkers with ease. Who could scale buildings and ride horses and hotwire cars.

Valerie, who seemed so brave and independent, who ran from him at every turn.

And she dressed like this.

Whether it was her short skirts, tight tank-tops, frilly dresses, or sheer shirts.

Whether she was going on runs, going horse-riding, feeding the chickens - whatever it was, she dressed like this.

It wasn't practical, but dear God, was it a sight he couldn't take his eyes off of.

***

On his last run, Carol had insisted on joining. She wanted to escape the suffocated views of the farm as her worries for her daughter grew too much to bear. Rick relented with ease, deciding instead of going into town where he was sure the shops and departments would be too infested for his liking, they could wander the neighbouring homes.

They wandered through a small, abandoned home. The land around it wasn't as vast as Hershel's, but it was certainly large. Whilst Rick picked his way through the house, Carol ventured across the fields towards the bushes and trees, picking off fruits and vegetables, seeds and saplings wherever she could find them.

When Rick returned with an arm full of clothes and a bag full of supplies, he was surprised to see a beaming Carol with baskets full of peaches, pears, and cherries.

She held the basket of cherries out to him, "I heard Valerie loves cherries."

Rick quirked a brow, wondering why she felt the need to deign him with such information.

She grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes, "I also heard she doesn't like you very much."

Carol pursed her lips at Rick's fallen expression, "she doesn't like me?"

"Come on, she runs whenever she sees you. I think she's just intimidated, but Glenn is sure she just doesn't like you."

Rick rolls his eyes, a huff escaping him as he pretends the words don't sting as much as they did. Still, he threw out his spare hand and stole the basket from her grasp.

He pretended not to notice Carol's silent laughter and shaking shoulders as he walked past her grumbling under his breath - if Valerie hadn't liked him before, she better like him now.

When they had returned from their run, Rick left Carol with their newly acquired items and left to find the girl who plagued his mind.

Rick's first stop was the chicken hut, knowing how she enjoyed feeding the belting animals and would spend every spare moment with them if she could.

When he found her there, he hesitated for a moment. His palms suddenly sweaty, lips twitching and thoughts racing at the sight of her.

She was dressed in a tight shirt, the material almost sheer as she sweat under the heat of the sun. She wore a skirt, something so impractical Rick almost tutted at the sight. But she moved with ease, comfortable in the way she dressed despite the grazes and scratches from the plants and thorns around her.

"Rick?"

Valerie's soft call broke him out of his reverie, and he looked caught off guard. He swallowed roughly, unsure of why he was here now.

"Rick?" Valerie called out again, her voice unsure as she watched the man stand awkwardly with something held tightly in his hands, "did you need something?"

She steps up to his slowly, eyes wide and earnest as she reaches out to wave a hand in front of his face.

Rick coughs, eyes darting around them as though he was making sure no one else saw the embarrassment he was making of himself.

"I- uh, I got something for you."

"For me?"

Surprise coloured her features, glowing bright under the high sun as her cheeks flushed at the confession.

"Well, actually, Carol found it. But it's for you. I wanted to give it. To you."

"Oh. Well, what is it?"

She peered up at him shyly, a wry smile playing upon her lips as she waited for him to answer. Rick held out a basket between them, it was small but filled to the brim and his knuckles blanched as he held it in a tight grip, as though he was afraid his hands would tremble and the basket would fall.

"You brought me cherries?"

There was a note of softness in her voice, and when he answered, Rick was sure he could hear a similar chime in his own - "Carol said they're your favourite."

A tentative smile pulled at her lips, gratuity filling her features, "they are. I don't even know how you found them. It's not even the right season for cherries. She must be one lucky person to have found these."

Rick still held the basket tight in his grip, unsure what to do now and feeling his ears flush red as his face heated under her stare.

It seemed she caught onto this, her smile growing into a broad grin as she took the basket from his hands and beamed up at him, "thank you, Rick. Really."

As her hands pulled the basket from his reach, her fingers brushed against his own, and Rick felt his breath wedge itself in his throat. He nodded vigorously, terrified his voice would break should he try to speak.

Valerie stood there for a moment, her eyes bouncing over his shoulder as she looked towards the house. Rick followed her gaze to find Hershel in a heated conversation with Maggie. He turned back to the girl, ready to say his goodbyes and leave.

Instead, Rick was met with a fluttering kiss pressed upon his cheek and the sight of a sheepish girl who reeled back from him quickly with frantic glances back at the house.

Rick felt a heat bubble in his chest - it was warm and calm and nice. Something he hadn't felt in so long.

A feeling he didn't realise he missed.

A feeling he didn't realise he needed.

Valerie skirted around him, skipping towards her father's beckoning figure and stern gaze. As she took a few steps away from him, she threw a playful smirk over her shoulders as she waved him goodbye.

Rick felt as though he couldn't move, gaze fixed upon her enticing form. He leered at the sight of her, the way her hips swung delicately under the ruffles of her skirt, they way her hair flowed under the whispers of the wind, the way her eyes glowed amber in the sunlight.

Rick didn't understand how she could dress so pretty in the midst of an apocalypse. But a small part of Rick, one that was dark and desperate and needy enjoyed it.

Perhaps that was why he had no quarrels in this moment now.

***

Rick had stayed up, working late into the night helping Hershel tidy away chores that were long neglected now that he had grown older and frail.

The hours passed by quick, the sun had sunk, and the moon rose. Everyone was tucked away in their tents and beds, except Rick.

He hesitated for a moment, cleaning his hands on his dirt-ridden jeans as he looked around him. In the dying embers of a fire, he could see the open flap of the tent Lori slept in - an invitation.

It would have been so easy to pretend Lori hadn't slept with Shane, that she wasn't pregnant with his child. It would've been so easy to go as he was and slip into the tent, drag himself onto the cot next to the woman he considered his wife, to close his eyes and hold her and just pretend everything was okay. Everything was normal.

That the world wasn't ending and the dead wasn't walking and his wife did not betray him.

It sounded easy.

Rick always did hate it when something was easy.

He gritted his teeth, glancing towards Hershel's house and the darkness that blanketed it. Hershel had told him he was able to come in whenever he needed, to wash up and clean his clothes in exchange for the work he was doing.

Rick had avoided the offer for quite some time, not wanting to take too much advantage of the man's kindness and only going in broad daylight.

But then his thoughts travelled to places sinful and dark, and he thought of how Valerie's bedroom sat right next to the bathroom and in the dead of night, one glimpse would not hurt her.

One glimpse would be enough for him.

He wondered to himself whether she slept in the same flimsy clothes she traversed the farm in or whether she didn't wear any at all. Perhaps her modesty showed in her sleep, and she was covered head to toe. Did she wear her hair loose and let it fall in graceful curls? Did she sleep peacefully, or was she just as restless as him - plagued by nightmares and horrific possibilities.

Rick was not sure when he made the conscious decision to walk in, but he found himself standing in Hershel's doorway, the door creaked as it swivelled open.

His steps were soft as he made his way to the staircase, so cautious to not make a ruckus, so careful to not wake her up.

A sound caught his ear, making his spine straighten and his shoulders raise as his head twisted in alarm.

He held his breath, listening again.

A light moan echoed across the darkness, a light and airy hum that replayed within his mind over and over until he could place the voice.

His body boiled with desire as he recognised the sweet voice - Valerie.

But why was she making such sounds? His heart almost sank, worry etching his features as he deliberated ideas that angered him and hurt him most. He followed the melodic sounds - footfalls quiet, unlike her.

He traced them to the kitchen, almost hesitating to step inside.

But when he did, Rick could feel the blood rush to his cock as it twitched in his jeans and stiffened.

Fuck.

It was all he could think.

There upon the counter, legs dangling off the side was Valerie.

She was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that was much too short as it skimmed the flesh of her upper thighs and left her legs bare for him to ogle at. The white satin made her look like an angel under the moonlit sky.

If he looked closely, he was sure he could make out her silhouette as the moonlight lit up her figure from behind.

His eyes traced her curves almost instinctively, slowing down as they passed over the swell of her breasts before pausing upon her puffy lips.

There she sat, in pure bliss eating the very cherries he brought her.

The juice dribbled past her lips, his eyes following as it ran down her fingers, dripped down her hands, and weaved down her arm to spill across the white nightdress - staining it a deep red in the shadows of the night.

As she reached for another, the juices dripped upon her bare thighs, slipping between the two as she paid no mind to the mess she made. She pit the cherries with her fingers, tearing it in half as juice spilt wherever her heart desired, before plunging them one by one slowly between her luscious lips.

Something had come over Rick in that moment.

Where he had been hesitant and shy, where he had been cautious and careful. Something feral washed over him at the sight of her, something so pure and pretty and messy.

Rick wanted her to be his mess.

Rick wanted to see his cum drip from her lips, wanted to see his seed paint the expanse of her thighs.

Rick wanted to hear her moan because of him.

Rick wants her.

He needs her.

And he needs her now.

"Hey sweetheart," his voice was gruff, drowning in the lust that raked at his body in endless waves.

Valerie startled, head flicked up as her wide eyes took in Rick's stance. He leaned against the doorway now, arms crossed as he raised a brow in her direction, "what are you doing up so late?"

She glanced down at her lap, the pretty white nightgown stained by her carelessness, her fingertips stained purple, and she was sure her lips were too. Valerie flushed under his gaze, embarrassment pinching at her cheeks as it sweeped its way down her neck and chest.

She was glad it was night, hopeful Rick couldn't see her burning skin in the rays of moonlight as she stumbled over her words - "Rick."

A subtle smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes darkened, "I like it when you say my name."

Her breath caught in her throat, her next words whispered as though she heard his challenge and wanted to take it, but was terrified all the same.

"Rick," a breathy call passed her lips, "what're you doing here?"

She fiddled with the ends of her gown, paying no mind to how it pinkened under the touch of her wet and sticky fingers as she tried to compose herself in front of Rick.

The truth was, she had been fascinated by the man from the moment she saw him - he was kind and loyal and fierce, there was a darkness in him that she yearned to unleash, a beast within him she longed to tame.

And it helped that he was devilishly handsome too.

But he is a married man.

Or at least he was. Before everyone on the farm found out about Shane and Lori.

She transgressed, at least one good thing had come of it - her apprehensions had been washed away, especially now watching him tremble with desire.

"Hershel asked for my help cleaning up. I just got finished, came to freshen up and head to bed," he nodded alongside his own words, as though he himself believed that was what he truly intended.

Rick tutted, looking deep into Valerie's eyes, his once sea-blue hues grew dark as his head became heady with lust - "but it seems like I'm not done cleaning up yet."

Valerie frowned, eyes earnest as she tilted her head in confusion, "what do you mean? Is there other stuff you have to do? It's really late, you need some rest Rick."

She sounded so concerned for his wellbeing, her lips puckering into a soft pout that Rick almost felt his heart swoon with giddiness as he refrained from shifting the bulge that grew stiff within his pants.

Rick stood up straight, stalking his way to the girl as she looked into his eyes with unabashed curiosity.

He came to stand in front of her, one of his hands reaching to skim his fingers across the bare flesh of her legs and watch as goosebumps broke over the surface - "there is other stuff I have to do, I gotta clean a big mess. You think you can help me?"

He tried to catch her gaze as she looked down at his wandering fingers, she hummed in thought before nodded in affirmation.

"Okay, but you have to do something for me first."

"And what's that, baby?"

Her eyes widened at the petname, cheeks flushing with heat as she ducked her head and fidgeted on her bottom. Rick took a step closer, wedging himself between her plush thighs as his hands clamped upon her waist to hold her still, "look at me when I'm talking to you."

Valerie's head had never snapped up so fast, her breaths ragged as she answered his previous question with a shy smile upon her face, "I want more cherries."

"Fuck," he breathed out, looking at the pretty little mess she was in front of him, sticky and wet with cherry juice staining every inch of her and already his mind began running rampant.

"I'll get you all the cherries you want, sweet girl."

She bit her lip softly, holding back a beaming smile as she shuddered at the pet names that fell off his lips so sweetly.

"So, what big mess did you have to clean up?"

Rick rubbed circles into her waist with his thumbs, eventually rubbing his hands up and down in small motions - "well, it's sitting right in front of me."

Valerie looked confused, a frown upon her lips, but Rick carried on - he dragged his hands up her thighs, tugging at the end of her nightgown as he tutted, "look at this mess. Such a pretty dress ruined, clumsy girl."

She looked down at her dress with wide eyes, unsure how to respond as an apology sat at the tip of her tongue.

Rick didn't give her an opportunity, dragging his hands up her stomach, gliding across her shoulders to her hands. He lifted them up to his face, eyes dark with lust, "and look at this," he shook his head lightly, a smirk upon his lips, "what a silly little girl. Getting stains everywhere, making herself so messy."

A whimper slipped out at his words, and she looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Rick..."

She wasn't sure what she was going to say, wasn't sure whether she liked where this was headed or not, knowing that his wife was probably waiting for him to warm her bed instead.

"Valerie..."

He whispered her name so desperately, coming closer to brush the tip of his nose against her as he pressed her hands against his chest - the dusty, white henley soon had neat little impressions from her fingers upon them, stained pink by the cherries he brought her.

"We shouldn't do this."

Rick closed his eyes at her words, pressing his head against hers as he nodded, "I know," he spoke softly, "but I need you."

She pulled back at his words, eyes wide in surprise - "but... what about Lori?"

"Lori made her choices a long time ago. It's time I made some of my own," his hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her towards the edge of the counter so she was flush against him, her legs wrapped around his waist almost instinctively and he groaned quietly as her clothed cunt, warm and wet, pressed against his hardened cock.

She gasped quietly at the sensation, her flimsy panties doing nothing to stop her from feeling the press of Rick's rough jeans and hard member grinding softly against her cunt as he took deep breaths to try and control himself.

"I want this. Do you?"

Valerie tilted her head up, eyes hazy with lust as she looked from his heavy eyes to his parted lips as he took slow, meaningful breaths. She thought of every moment Rick caught her eye, every time she touched herself at the thought of him, every glance and every whisper, every touch and every hesitation.

She nodded vigorously, "please."

Rick surged towards her lips at the whine, capturing them in a soft kiss as he drew his hands towards her jaw and cradled her face softly. He grew frenzied, the kiss growing rough as he lost himself in the taste of her cherry-flavored kiss, her soft lips, and her teasing tongue.

Soft moans poured from her lips, and he swallowed every single one.

Valerie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as her legs tightened around his waist - she canted up her hips, breath catching at the sensations that buzzed through her.

"Fuck," Rick groaned, hands slipping into her hair as he tugged her locks and pushed into her relentless grinding, "you feel so good, baby."

"Want more," she panted, head thrown back as he peppered kisses down the column of her throat, "please Rick, need more."

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

They fumbled with clumsy fingers, Valerie reaching to undo his belt and unzip his jeans as he bunched up the nightgown around her waist and ripped off her panties off.

Rick paused for a moment, Valerie watching him in amusement, a heavy blush spreading across her face as he stuffed the damp panties into his back pocket.

"You do know someone's going to find that, right?"

"I have nothing to be ashamed of."

He bore a wide grin as he pulled her closer once more. This time, his kisses trailed over her shoulder, down her chest to flutter around her soft thighs.

He looked up at her, hunger raked across his face, "lie back for me, sweetheart. And try to keep quiet, will you?"

There was a teasing smirk upon his face, one that made her hold her breath as she fell back against the cold counter, hands covering her face as his hot breath puffed against her throbbing pussy.

It twitched as he blew lightly upon it, the sight causing him to groan as he laid a kiss upon her clit - Valerie sucked in a sharp breath, hips lifting only to be held down against the counter by Rick.

He tutted into the softness of her thighs, nipping at the flesh, "not happening, baby. You keep still and you keep quiet, y'hear me?"

The authoritative rasp of his voice sent a shiver down her spine as she nodded vigorously, "I'll be good, Rick. I promise."

"Yeah? You promise? What a good girl," he teased her clenching cunt, fingers brushing her across her folds as he collected her wetness upon his fingers.

"God, look at you. So wet, so perfect. You're so good for me," Valerie couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped her, nor her aching whispers.

"Rick, please. I- I need... I need mo-"

Her voice cut into a harsh whine, hips lifting off the table as Rick dove into the folds of her cunt with hungered vigor - he lapped across her folds, slow circles around her entrance and suckling upon her clit.

Valerie's hands locked into his hair, tugging and pulling as she pushed her pussy further into his face, trying to get him deeper, trying to get more.

She threw her head back, moans escaping her unabashedly as the thought of her father and sisters asleep upstairs had slipped her mind, and Rick's long and thick fingers slipped into her tight hole.

"C'mon, baby. You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Hmm? Or do you want my cock instead?"

Valerie's head twisted from side to side, eyes closed as she panted heavily under his ministrations, his voice almost muffled as he laved at her folds and drank her juices like it was nectar.

She could feel his smirk flush against her folds, could feel his grip tighten momentarily before-

A cold air washed over her, a petulant whine escaping her lips as Rick's head parted from her glistening pussy.

"Rick..." she reached for him with desperate hands, only for him to dodge them with an amused stare, "what are you doing? I need more," her hips canted up towards him, the sight so enticing he almost gave in.

Almost.

He tutted, head tilted in faux disappointment - "but you didn't answer my question. And little girls who don't listen, don't get to cum."

"That's not fair," Valerie sat up, tears welling in her eyes with desperation as her pussy throbbed against the cold counter. She shuddered with arousal as she felt a bout of slick and spit drip from between her legs, hips moving almost instinctively into the puddle that lay on the counter between her legs.

A sharp slap brought her back from her sinful thoughts, "keep still."

Rick was closer now, hands on either side of her as he leaned closer - his nose almost touching hers.

"Answer the question, baby. And I'll give you what you want."

"I need you, Rick. So bad, it hurts," her voice was whining, hands reaching for his unzipped jeans and slipping inside to hold his hardened member in her delicate hands. She tugged at it, suppressing a smile at the pool of precum that had leaked from his tip and using it to speed up her ministrations.

Rick clenched his eyes shut, his moving into the palm of her hand with sharp thrusts, "don't you want me, Rick? Don't you wanna fuck me? I want you to fuck me, Rick. I need your cock so bad, can I have it? Please?"

Rick found it hard to snap back to reality, her voice in his ear and her hand on her cock was almost too much for him. His hips stuttered as she tightened her grip and his movements became sloppier as the seconds passed, "what happened, Rick? Are you gonna cum? Hmm? All because of me? Do I make you feel good, Rick?"

He didn't know how he had lost control so quickly, but as he threw his head back, groaning yes's and violent pleas, he knew he didn't care. He yanked Valerie forward, gripping her hair tightly as he thrust his cock into her fist and crashed his lips against hers.

Rick moaned against her lips, a final grunt as he went into a spiral of bliss and came in her hands. He tucked his head into her neck, teeth bared against her skin as he sunk his teeth into her soft and supple flesh, hips slowing down as he groaned softly.

"Shit, baby. I was supposed to make you cum."

She giggled into his neck, hand never leaving his still-hard cock, "you still can."

She guided his cock to her puffy cunt, dragging the tip against her clit with stuttered breaths, "see how good that feels. Don't you wanna be inside me? C'mon Rick, I need you to fuck me. I need your cock."

"Shit. Yeah, baby. I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Rick slid his hands under her thighs, picking her up as she wrapped her legs rightly around his waist. Her hands reached into his hair, tugging on his curls as she brought him into a desperate kiss.

She moaned as he slipped him tongue into her mouth, letting him win the battle of dominance this time.

Rick steered them towards the dining table, every move careful and quiet so Hershel didn't walk in on Rick tainting and ruining his little girl.

He sat heavily in the chair at the head of the table, tugging Valerie down by the throat to hold her even closer as his hips grinded against hers.

"Do you want this?"

She nodded vigorously, tracking kisses down his neck until she found a sweet spot behind his ear that could him keen and groan.

He tugged her head back with a growl, "I asked you a question, do you want this?"

"Yes, yes, yes," her echoed words were frenzied as she shifted upon his lap, her cunt sliding across his cock with hurried desperation - "please fuck me, Rick. I need it so badly."

"Fuck, look at you. Don't even care that your dad's upstairs, do you? Shit, I bet if I asked you to scream for me you would, right?"

"Anything - I'll do anything. Please, Rick."

Rick's lips twitched in amusement at her words but still he gave in oh, so easily.

He held her waist, breath catching as she gripped his leaking cock and guided it to her clenching entrance. Valerie leaned her head against Rick's, eyes twitching closed as she pushed herself down onto his thick member.

They held their breaths, a low whine escaping Valerie as she tried to push herself down further. Rick, in a scramble, gripped her hips tightly enough to bruise, giving an almost animalistic thrust as he bottomed out.

A synchronised moan left them both, holding each other desperately as Valerie bounced on his cock in slow, drawn out moves.

Rick had his head thrown back, eyes focused upon the beauty in front of him - the only thing he regretted was not doing this sooner.

If he knew cherries were all he needed to have her so pliant within his arms, he would have brought a truck full just to see her like this.

His hands slipped under her nightdress, skimming across her skin until he found her breasts. He reached behind her back, tugging her forward as he mouthed at her breasts through the pretty satin, groaning at the sight of his spit turning the material sheer.

Valerie tried to keep her voice down, so scared someone could walk down and that they would have to stop.

She didn't want to stop.

Her nails embedded themselves in Rick's shoulders, slipping under his shirt to feel every slip of skin she could find. There was a part of her that wanted him marked as her own, red scratches and dark hickeys proving she owned him in this moment as much as he owned her.

She ground against him, chasing her own high as Rick's thrusts became sloppy once more. They moved in a crazed frenzy of heated kisses and whines and moans, until a white hot flash crashed over them both causing them to whisper sinful moans into each other's mouth as they share a soft kiss.

Valerie stays on Rick's lap, his soft cock still inside of her, their cum mixed and pooling between her legs as he tried to stuff her full of it. She ground her hips softly, whimpering at the over-stimulation but not wanting to stop.

This felt good.

Really good.

She laid her head tiredly on Rick's shoulder, head lolling as she panted softly into the crook of his neck.

Rick's arms were wound around her, holding her pliant body firmly against his own as he relished in the warmth between her legs.

He sighed softly, "let's clean you up and get you to bed."

"Don't wanna go bed."

He snorted quietly, "Well, I don't wanna be caught by Herlshel balls deep in his daughter because we both accidentally fell asleep in the dining room."

She couldn't help the giggles that escaped her, "yeah, papa would murder you."

"Oh, yeah? And what about you?"

"He'd put me on chicken-duty," her words were so sure that he couldn't help his grin.

"You love the chickens though."

She leaned back to stare at him, a proud smile on her face, "he doesn't know that."

Rick shook his head with a smile, and Valerie smiled softly.

"Stay the night. With me."

Rick looked into her eyes, dark and quiet, hopeful and trusting. He probably should have gone back to the tent, should have felt guilt for his actions and confessed to Lori and asked her to start over after they both betrayed each other.

But in Valerie's warm embrace, there was no guilt. No pressure, no responsibilities. Simply content.

"I'll stay."

***

The pair lay in bed, holding each other in a tight embrace. Rick felt as though he could finally relax, as though the world had quietened for the first time since he woke up in that hospital bed.

Valerie lay pressed against his side, her legs tangled with his as she traced messy shapes onto his bare skin.

"You're thinking"

Her voice was soft, no judgement and no demand for him to have to reply.

Rick pulled her closer, tugging her to lie her across his chest as he burrowed his face in her hair - "everything going on with Lori - with Shane, it's already so complicated. And now, this? I feel like I'm making things worse."

"Oh." Her voice was quiet, and Rick wasn't sure if that was because she was hurt by his words or because she thought the same.

He continued, words spilling out now that he had started talking, "but the worst bit is, I don't feel guilty. I don't feel bad. About any of this. I want this. I just don't know how I'm going to explain it to Carl."

"Oh," her tone was understanding now, hands pressed upon his chest as she heaved herself up to sit on his lap so she could look him in the eyes. Still in that cherry-stained dress of hers, and she looked like an angel in the moonlight.

"Rick you can't be so hard on yourself, it's like you said - Lori made her choices. Carl might not understand now, but he will one day."

"How is he supposed to understand that his sister is not my child?"

"Oh, Rick..." she couldn't begin to understand the feelings that swamped him, the betrayal that stung deep even after he moved on from her - this wasn't just about Lori sleeping with his best friend, this was having a child with him but expecting Rick to be the father.

"I'm so sorry, Rick."

His eyes were misty, his chest heavy as the weight of the last few weeks threatened to crush him.

They stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Valerie's lips parted. She licked lips in hesitation, "you're still going to take care of the baby, right?"

There was a pause as Rick stared at her with incredulity, surprised she would even ask such a thing, especially after all they had done. He thought she would want him for herself and away from Lori and everything that had to do with her.

"I know you said Lori's baby wasn't yours, but it's still Carl's baby sister or brother. When mama first brought me home, papa couldn't even look at me because I reminded him of his friends who died - he didn't want me. The only time he tried was when he saw how much Maggie loved me, and then slowly he did too. Carl's too young to understand what Lori did, as far as he's concerned that baby is his sibling, and your child."

Rick closes his eyes as though his heart clenched with misery and dread knowing every word she said was true, and Valerie slid across his body to hold him in a soft embrace. Rick wrapped his arms around her, anchoring her body to his own as she whispered into his ear, "you're a good father, Rick. You're probably the only person here who can keep that baby safe."

They both knew what she meant by that - Shane would get them killed.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Rick didn't know how much he had been needing to hear those words - to know that to raise the child didn't make him a fool or a coward, it made him a good father. To Carl.

And that was what was important.

They fell asleep in each other's embrace, Rick's mind so quiet that he wasn't plagued by nightmares or foul thoughts in his sleep. There was a ghost of a smile upon his face as he breathed in the scent of strawberries and mint from the girl who held him so tightly. It almost felt like Rick was still alive.

Like he hadn't been shot and left in a hospital bed to die.

Like he hadn't woken up amongst the dead.

***

Valerie wakes up to soft kisses being scattered across her face, trailing lower as she sighs into the dark sky.

The sun hadn't rose yet, but it was warm where she lay.

Her hands drifted to Rick's hair, petting him as he continued his fluttering kisses and traced his way back to her face.

He pressed soft kisses against her lips - again, and again, and again. She laughed softly at the attention, reaching up to reciprocate his kisses until they fell into one deep and passionate.

"I should probably go," but from the way he kept pressing tantalising kisses across her skin, she had a feeling he didn't want to.

***

The day passed by slowly, and it was like a breath of fresh air had seeped into the farm.

Valerie and Rick skirted around each other as they always had, except lustful and loving glances replaced what had previously been longing and wistful gazes.

Every smile and every touch held a new sense of exhilaration as they kept their relationship a secret from others.

Day by day, Valerie had said.

To make it easier for Carl, Rick had said.

They used every opportunity to be near each other, whether Rick offered to take her out on runs, or she offered him a glass of lemonade as he worked in the heat, when Rick brought Carl with him to see the chickens saying it was son's idea and not his, or when Valerie would wake up in the dark hours of night to keep Rick company on his watch.

Everyone was oblivious to the change, thinking that Carol's tactics of bringing cherries had been enough to warm Valerie up to Rick and that they were friends.

But Lori knew better.

So did Shane.

He saw the deep red scratches on his friends arms and back, saw the hickeys he didn't try to hide, saw his wandering eyes, and possessive hands.

Lori couldn't say a word, not when she was growing round and heavy with another man's child.

Shane, on the other hand, grew crazed with anger. Crazed with jealousy.

Lori had said no to him at every turn, had denied him his child and her body now that her husband had risen from the dead.

So when they had found the farm, Shane found himself enticed by the little minx Hershel called his daughter. Wanted to break her and ruin her and make her his.

But Rick had taken her too.

Just like he took Lori.

Just like he took Carl.

Just like he took Shane's baby.

Shane wasn't a second-choice. He was better than Rick.

He would do everything he had to, to protect those he loves. Rick can't do that - he was a coward, stuck in the echoes of a world that no longer exists.

Shane wouldn't let him have this, too.

It wasn't fair.

This was his.

Valerie was his.

***

It was around lunchtime now. The group sat scattered across the field as they dove into their rations for the day. Rick wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp rag, his stomach growling in hunger.

But his eyes caught the sight of Hershel's house and he thought of how his family had probably already had lunch. He thought of how if Valerie wasn't grazing through the fields of the farm then she was most likely in her room.

Rick suddenly thought he was in need of a long, hot shower.

He bit back a laugh at the idea, speeding towards Hershel's home with hidden intentions and sinful thoughts.

When Rick had come across her room, he frowned in confusion as he found the girl was nowhere in sight.

He stepped out hesitantly, shrugging as he thought he may have simply just missed her on his walk to the house and got into the shower instead.

Rick would find her after.

***

Only a few metres away, at the edge of the woods Shane urged the girl to walk ahead of him with a manic grin - "'mon, I'm telling you. I saw one."

Valerie shook her head in amusement, "Shane, there is no way you saw a bear in the woods."

"Yes I did. If you would just follow me, then you'd see."

"I am following you, but if you are telling the truth then I would rather not get mauled by a bear."

He scoffed as though she had said something dumb and stupid, "nah, you'll be fine. Saw 'em eating."

Valerie frowned, pausing in her steps as she turned to face him. She stumbled a step back when she found Shane was much closer than she expected, her back hitting a tree as she looked around his looming, broad figure to see they were too deep in for her to see the farm from here.

A sense of unease settled in her gut - "what were they eating?" She was worried some of the wildlife might have been attacked and torn to shreds by such a beast, a cantankerous predator in the face of such small prey.

He gave her a leering grin, leaning closer so she could feel his hot breath as he spoke, "cherries."

Valerie swallowed roughly - it's not cherry season.

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carlsdarling · 1 year ago

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Hey love! I just wanted to say I love your works and wanted to maybe ask for a request. Today is my birthday and I was wondering if you could do a Carl x reader surprise birthday related smut where maybe he surprises reader by remembering it’s her birthday (maybe he was keeping track or something) and he invites her over for a cute/romantic dinner and he saves her for dessert 🤭. Idk I thought it sounded cute and would ask.

Birthday Surprise

Carl prepares a birthday dinner for Y/N, but things are not quite going as planned... Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

Your birthday was pretty gloomy; it was the first one without your family, and nothing could really cheer you up - not even the birthday cake and the little presents that Tara and Rosita, with whom you shared a house, gave you.

Now you were alone, since the other two girls were on guard duty. It was already dawning, soon it would be dark. A knock on the door pulled you out of your somber musings. Carl was standing on the threshold. You had started dating a week ago and had already kissed a few times, but nothing more had happened yet. "Hey, sweetie," Carl greeted you, hugging and kissing you, "congratulations. I, um, I prepared a surprise for you." He gestured vaguely in the direction of his house. "Are you coming?"

You agreed, just wanting to quickly change and put on makeup, then you followed Carl out. You reached his house and entered through the back door as you sniffed suspiciously. "What's burning in here? I smell smoke," you said alarmed.

"Oh no," Carl exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen. Thick black smoke was billowing from the oven. Carl opened the oven door, and it got worse. Hastily you opened the windows, coughing, and Carl pulled a completely charred lump out of the oven. "Damn," he lamented. "That was part of the surprise!" You helped Carl air everything out and clean up the burnt cake. With great difficulty, you stifled a laugh. Carl cleared his throat. "Okay, but that was just dessert, I prepared more," he announced proudly. You steeled yourself, because as far as you knew, Carl could neither bake nor cook.

He presented a colander full of cooled, congealed spaghetti. "I just need to heat this up quickly," he promised, gesturing to the beautifully set table. "Why don't you sit down?" He lit several candles before dumping the spaghetti into a pot of tomato sauce and warming everything on the stove.

What he finally served didn't look very appetizing, but you realized how much effort Carl had put in, so you didn't give it a second thought. The noodles were mushy and the sauce far too little seasoned. It tasted awful. "Do you like it?" inquired Carl expectantly. His cheeks were flushed in the candlelight.

"Yes, it's quite great, Carl," you fibbed.

"Too bad the cake burned," he fretted, whereas you thought it was probably better that at least you had been saved from the cake. It was quite dark outside by now, and the dining room was lit only by the candles.

"So where are Rick and Michonne?" you asked.

"They went to Carol's because I said I wanted to celebrate your birthday here with you undisturbed," Carl explained. "Judith is asleep." He got up and came around the table to kiss you, and this time his kisses were more demanding and intense than usual, and when Carl grabbed your hands and playfully pulled you over to the couch, you realized he was planning to sleep with you for the first time today. Longingly, he kissed your neck. It was pretty early for that, but you were already sure after that short time that you loved Carl, and what were you going to wait for? In this new world, everything could suddenly be over any day. You stroked through Carl's hair and unbuttoned his flannel, signaling to him that you also wanted it.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he made sure. "Or is it going too quickly for you?"

"No, I want to feel you, Carl," you whispered, "I'm ready." His flannel and his shirt came off, then yours. You admired Carl's upper body, he wasn't particularly muscular, but so lean and somewhat defined, and his skin so flawless, with a few small moles.

Carl gazed entranced at your breasts and began to fondle them. Hot flashes shot down your spine. Your lower abdomen was getting hot, and you felt your panties moistening. You lay down on the couch, and Carl pulled a box of condoms out of his pants pocket and placed them on the side table.

It wasn't long before both of you had completely undressed, your clothes lying messily on the floor, and you were exploring each other's bodies. Carl's dick was a good size, with a nicely shaped red tip that glistened wetly. As you gently grasped his stiff shaft and moved your wrist up and down, Carl closed his eye and whimpered. "Oh, please, Y/N, keep going," he begged. You were delighted by the reactions you were eliciting from Carl with your actions, and you had just begun to lick and suck on his tip when Carl gripped you by the shoulders and gently pushed you away. "Wait," he whispered hoarsely. "If you don't, I'll cum right now, but I do want to fuck you."

You giggled nervously, embarrassed, as Carl unwrapped one of the condoms and slipped it on his cock. "Looks like you've done this before," you teased him.

"Um, yes and no," he said, blushing. "I practiced it a few times so, well, so nothing would go wrong." He coughed. "How... what position should we do it in?" he asked uncertainly.

You lay down on your back. "I think it's easiest that way," you said hesitantly. Carl got himself into position and rubbed his tip over your slippery entrance until you moaned softly, spreading your legs even wider and looking at him with hazy eyes. "Please, Carl, put it in," you whimpered, all wriggly with arousal. Millimeter by millimeter, Carl penetrated you. It hurt a little as he stretched you out, but the pain was displaced by excitement and by the overwhelming feeling of being so close to Carl. It took a while for his dick to be completely inside you, and you looked deeply into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Carl began careful thrusts.

There was a slight twinge, but then the pain disappeared completely, and you felt like your pussy was made of hot liquid lava, having Carl inside you made you almost senseless with arousal. You felt yourself growing wetter and wetter for him, and for the next few minutes all you could hear was both of your moans and sighs, and the sound of Carl's dick moving inside your slick folds. You stroked his back, feeling his lean muscles play beneath your fingers. His hair clung sweatily to his forehead. "Carl, I'm going to cum," you panted, biting his shoulder lightly.

"Me too," Carl returned. His poundings became more erratic, he gasped, then wrenched his handsome face and cried out in ecstasy as he had his orgasm inside you. Stars flickered across your visual field as you climaxed as well, your pussy contracting uncontrollably, over and over.

"Carl!" you screamed, while he helped you through your orgasm.

Afterwards, you cleaned yourselves up and snuggled together under a plaid. Again and again you kissed and let what had happened linger, quite dazed by the aftermath of your shared orgasm. And so you couldn't react fast enough when the key turned in the lock and a few seconds later Rick and Michonne were standing in the room. Rick gaped open-mouthed, then eyed the clothes on the floor and scratched his head, speechless, while Carl pulled the plaid up to his chin. "Ok, Carl, well, I didn't expect that now," Rick stammered, looking strained at the bookshelf. His face was all red.

"Well, I did," Michonne dryly replied.

"Did you... did you use protection?" inquired Rick anxiously, frowning.

"'Sure we did, Dad," Carl assured, his face also flushed with embarrassment. You tried not to look at anyone, the situation was so awkward.

Michonne rolled her eyes and grabbed Rick's arm to push him out of the room. "Let's get these two dressed and cleaned up," she ordered. "And air out, please," she called to you before closing the door.

Carl and you looked at each other, then burst into silly laughter.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

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bugapocalypse · 6 months ago

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literally the most uncalled for char death in life EVER. I could talk about him getting killed off for hours; let me start off strong by the fact that they killed Chandler’s character off because he was turning 18 soon and they didn’t wanna pay him an adult wage for his role. Goodbye cuz WHAT. The series as a whole went downhill majorly after he died and left the show, and love him or hate him I feel like anybody can see that clear as day. It didn’t feel the same whatsoever. In my opinion, there’s certain characters that just kept the show feeling a specific way that was enjoyable and supported the plot as well as surrounding characters really nicely, and it really began to lose that support with Glenns death and then Carl was kinda the cherry on top. This is just my personally added nitpick on the whole “what the fu** happened with the writing after Carl died??” shindig to emphasis how sh!tty the show got afterwards, but did anyone else notice how Maggie had NO care in the world about Carl passing?? I thought that was a little odd and in poor writing. Seems like the directors/writers just lowkey gave up at that point. ALSO!!.. shoutout to the un-logical nonsensical timeline of Carl getting bit and how it took him 373838 years to actually start “turning”?? What was that 😭.

I’m gonna stfu now before I start getting too cringe and philosophical about the film/tv/acting industry but just know, IM PISSED. still. and probably foreverrrr!..

And that’s why the comics are better because Carl doesn’t have a stupidly unreasonable BS death. /hj

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biggerbetterbat · 1 year ago

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WITH YOU [4] THANK GOD DARYL DIXON ISN'T A WALKER

Daryl Dixon x OC (Charlie Reed)

Summary:Charlie gets closer to people at the camp, getting to know them. After Glenn goes to the run, she is trying to kill the time and goes into the woods.

Warnings language, smut - but not really

Song: Out Of The Woods Taylor Swift

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

The camp was led by sheriff's deputy - Shane, and its main base of operations was RV which belonged to the old man- Dale. Charlie found out that right after the outbreak, all members of the camp headed toward Atlanta for safety and protection. However, as soon as they got there, they found out that the city was overrun. That's how Shane and Lori decided to set up an outpost at the quarry near the main road. Soon other survivors eventually saw the survivors and joined them at the campsite.

As the camp grew, they established some rules crucial for the life of the community. For example, the men were assigned to hunting, scavenging, and protecting the camp while the women were assigned to cooking, cleaning, and childcare - which Charlie personally didn't like because it was the end of the world, so those stupid divisions shouldn't matter.

At first, she was doing what she was told and just observing others, to kind of get to know them before she decided to talk to them.

That's why at first she thought that Lori was married to Shane and Carl was their son. They acted pretty intimate and the thing that they disappeared together in the woods, didn't slip her. Also, they came here together and established the camp, so it wasn't her to blame.

Lori herself was a very strong and selfless woman, she cared about Charlie and felt sorry for this whole greeting thing. But as good as she was as demanding and bossy she was too. Often she was just sitting or walking around pointing out what was wrong or what should be done. Charlie bit her tongue most of the time because she didn't want to be ungrateful, but when she had a choice she rather keep her distance from Lori.

The same was with Carl. He was the most annoying child she had ever met. And of course, he was traumatized and all, but that didn't change the fact that he had the hard character of a kid that used to have everything. He was shy and reserved, but he was doing whatever he wanted and most of the time Lori just didn't know where he was. Another very annoying feature of Carl was that he was trying his best to comfort those closest to him when he recognized that they were in need.

Because Charlie didn't need a ten-year-old boy to pat her back, because he knew shit. In other words, she kept him as much at a distance as she could, but he was near her most of the time as he liked to play with Sophia.

Sophia was her favorite and probably the only kid that she cared about in the camp. From the beginning, Charlie knew that she was afraid of the world and her father couldn't give her the comfort that she needed. Sophia's mom tried to be there for her, but she also had to make her husband happy, so she couldn't give her as much attention as she would want. At first little girl was shy, but soon enough Charlie found a way to the little girl's heart.

Carol was very grateful for that, she was grateful for Charlie because thanks to her, kids could forget about the horrors of the world - especially her little girl. At first, Carol didn't say much, she was giving her soft smiles, but as days passed by, she opened up more. She was observant- just like Charlie, and a soft-spoken woman. She didn't say much either way but was very smart. All she cared about was the well-being of her family, even her abusive husband Ed, who was just a piece of shit.

There were also two sisters in the camp. Amy- younger, and Andrea. Amy became a good friend of Charlie. She was a little naive, and in her mind, she probably was still fifteen, but she was nice. They were also the same age, so their friendship just came out naturally. Amy had a good heart and being with her for so long made Charlie think about some things, and look at them from another perspective. Amy was looking up to her older sister Andrea. She was very protective over her little sister and most of the time she acted like her mother. Charlie wasn't a big fan of her either, because she was stubborn and had strong opinions. She was also very judgmental and overall thought she was better than everyone else.

And speaking of being stubborn and opinionated...

Shane Walsh was the definition of those two words. Also, he was hotheaded, that's for sure. He might appear cautious or careful, thinking things over, but the truth was different. He was thinking things over, but just so he could persuade them to the group and do them his way- he wanted something and he was surely getting it. Charlie was sure that it was the same with women before because Shane was a very charming and handsome man...when he wanted to be. Charlie believed that he was a good man, helping somebody's wife and child, which made him bigger in her eyes. She was also aware that Shane was the type of man that she would go for - at least before. Men like Shane had something that attracted her. But the men that she was dating in the past weren't the good type, that's why she knew he was an asshole. He acted as the leader of the Atlanta group survivors, a position he clearly enjoyed and carried out strongly. In his opinion world was black or white, there was no compromise. He was the only thing he believed in.

There was also a family of Morales, but they stuck together - even though the man was really outgoing and talkative. Another person who was rather in the back was Jim - a helpful and caring man. The only person who really tried to get to know him was Jacqui. Cautious woman with few words who showed compassion and sympathy for everyone at the camp. Although the world has fallen apart and many people have lost most, Jacqui remained calm and looked at the best of every situation, regardless of its flaws.

One of the biggest helpers around the camp was Dale. His RV was the main point for everyone, starting with it being a watchpoint, and ending with hiding their guns there. He was the voice of reason and protective, he liked talking and sharing anecdotes. He treated Andrea and Amy as his daughters, so they formed a little family. Charlie liked it when he was around even though she wasn't used to those types of affection from men.

And at the very least - the Dixon brothers.

Starting with Merle, who was a stereotypical Southern redneck. He was disgusting, boorish, violent, racist, misogynistic, extremely ill-tempered, and quick with expressing his beliefs, a drug addict asshole. Charlie hated him, she hated him from the very beginning. He was the type of man that you just didn't want to be around. However, Merle liked to laugh and had a sense of humor...that was bad and most of the time the only one that was laughing was him. He liked to make fun of others, toying with their emotions and minds - especially his younger brother.

Daryl.

Daryl Dixon just like his brother was a hunter and a tracker. He and his brother were responsible for bringing food to the camp - mostly it was Daryl who cared if everybody ate, but still, he lived in the shadow of attention seeker Merle. He was hard to read and didn't like to integrate with others- usually distancing himself from the group. He was often volatile, but still significantly more level-headed than his older brother, but still hot-headed. Daryl didn't talk much, just when he absolutely had to. Charlie wanted to get to know him, he had those soft eyes and wherever he was in the camp she felt safe - from the walkers and from his brother. But he was intimidating her.

"We're running out of supplies." informed Shane as they all were sitting around the fire and eating squirrels.

Well, Charlie gave hers to those who were more hungry and craved meat, because even after all those days she couldn't eat meat. When she was chewing it all she had in mind were Walkers and their rotting bodies.

"Okay." said Glenn to give Shane a sign that he heard and is ready to go."I will go tomorrow. Today is too late, soon it will get dark."

"You should take more people." said ex-cop."We need more than previously. You would use some help."

Asian boy took a bite of his meat.

"Whoever wants to go."

Charlie smiled, looking at him because with cheeks full of food he looked like one of the squirrels he liked so much.

Glenn became her instant best friend. They were inseparable from the moment she agreed to get in the car with him. She liked his humor, it was quick and witty. Despite all of the horrors he experienced, he maintained a youthful enthusiasm for life. He knew the city the best and he was quick on his feet, so he was the main supply runner.

"I will go too." said immediately Andrea.

Amy touched her in the arm and looked at her with a worried expression, showing her disapproval.

"I can't just sit around, Amy. I want to help."

"I will go too. I can take heavy things." said Morales and nodded to Shane as if he was the one going.

"I don't have to tell you that I'm going." said Merle in his raspy voice."You need someone who's good with guns, someone strong and smart. You will be safe with me."

Glenn sighed under his nose because he knew that nothing good would come out of his presence.

There was one more place in the car and she would like to go with just Glenn. They understood each other without words, they were perfect together as a team. Maybe it was because of their age, maybe because they shared everything- tent included.

But the presence of Merle Dixon? Not for her. Supply run with Andrea who knew all the best? Nah, she's good here. Also, she couldn't be back in the city just yet, her wound was still fresh and there would be too many sad memories if she decided to go. That would be just a problem.

"Charlie? Are you going?" asked Shane.

Sophia shook her head, to let her know that she doesn't want her to go.

"I would." she answered."But I don't think I can come back there."

Walsh nodded, his eyes showing that he understood her and felt for her, which was strange, but Charlie welcomed it with open arms because she didn't want to fight with the self-proclaimed leader.

"I think there's enough work here." she added.

"Yeah. You're right." he said."Not everyone has to go." he smiled lightly.

Charlie let out a breath of relief - she was safe.

But the next day was tough. She felt nervous almost as if she was going to Atlanta. Glenn was the closest person she had and she treated him as family. Her own flesh and blood was gone, she was alone in this shit. Rhee was her person and if he was gone then she would again be alone, she would have no one. And just that thought alone was breaking her heart.

"Just be safe okay?" she whispered to Glenn as he was standing next to a car, packing some things inside.

"Come on, Charlie," he rolled his eyes. "Atlanta's like the shopping mall of the apocalypse. Plenty of... window shopping."

"This is not a joke, Glenn," she said seriously. "We've seen what's going on there. It's too risky."

"It's not my first time." he said.

"Yours not, but theirs." she said and pointed at the tents with her chin."And Merle."

"I can handle it." he reassured her one more time."I will be back before you say, , Glenn."

"Glenn."

Asian boy rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You already can't live without me?" he teased her, but when she didn't smile he sighed again. "I will be back. I'm always back. You can't get rid of me, because I'm like...some type of plant that just traps you forever."

Charlie chuckled.

"Made you smile." Glenn smiled and kissed her temple."I'll be back."

Did she know what she was doing? Of course not. She was alone in the woods for the first time in her life, looking for wild berries. But she just couldn't stand Amy crying or talking about Andrea. She wasn't the only one who went to Atlanta on a run. Charlie didn't want to be a bad friend, but for the love of God, she ran out of patience, so she ran into the woods to not say something hurtful.

"If I were a Walker you would be dead." said voice out of nowhere.

Her heart stopped not expecting someone out there. She looked up at the person and her eyes met with those pretty and soft eyes of the man that was intimidating her to the bone.

"Well, then thank God Daryl Dixon isn't a walker." she smiled wider and he just hummed.

She was back to picking up berries with shaking hands, but this time not because of the Walkers. Charlie felt strange in his presence, he was making her safe, but at the same time very uncomfortable. She suspected that was because he didn't talk much, so nobody really knew what he was thinking.

"Ya sure ya want to eat them?" he asked.

She looked up at him.

"Am I not supposed to?" she asked.

"If ya wanna die." he answered and grimaced.

She opened her eyes in fear. That would be her face if she really ate them, which in fact never happened. She wasn't stupid, she was consulting everything with all of them as if she were five again.

"Ya dumb?" he asked in annoyance.

Daryl dropped six squirrels that were dead and tied together. He kneeled down next to her and held her face between his hands, examining her. His face was covered in fear. She could see how all the cogs in his brain were spinning. He was trying to think about a way to help her.

This was strange. She never even talked to him and he looked so concerned and scared about her.

"I was joking." she whispered.

His face expression changed immediately from fear to anger.

"Ya really are dumb." he said. "'S not funny."

He got up and started walking away. Charlie ran after him with a bucket in her hands.

"Wait." she said, but he was still moving."Hey, wait for me."

Daryl rolled his eyes and stopped abruptly, so she ran straight on his back. Taking advantage of this she stood on his way quickly and smiled.

"Sorry." she said. "But could you please show me the eatable ones? I promised them Sophia and Amy."

He was looking at her for a moment, face in concern as if there was a battle inside of him. They would stay like this for long, but they both heard something.

A moan.

Her eyes quickly found his and he put a finger on his lips, gesturing for her to get behind him. And she did. It was Daryl Dixon, the man of the woods - he knew better than her. Charlie followed him, placing her feet exactly where he was placing them, exactly like he was doing it. There was an urge to place her hand on his bare bicep of the arm, in which he was holding his crossbow tightly, ready to use it.

Another moan, but this time louder and more clear - and it seemed that it wasn't a sign of pain.

Daryl stopped his steps behind a bush, looking carefully at what was going on, She heard him muttering quietly: ya have to be kidding me. And her curiosity became even bigger. She touched Daryl's shoulder gently and took a sneak peek at what was going on in the distance.

Lori was on the ground and Shane was on her. Their bodies were connected and they were breathing heavily. It was a little while since Charlie saw a picture like this and even longer since she experienced something like this- and this was so wrong, so wrong to watch them, she felt like some creep. At the same time, she felt anger on those two. Not because they were sneaking and doing this, but because Charlie was the one who was taking care of Carl. And basically everything!

"Let's go. I'll show ya where the berries are." Daryl mumbled under his nose and once again he walked away in a direction only he knew.

That's how both of them found themselves in the middle of the woods, picking up berries. Well, Charlie was doing this, while Daryl was just standing near - after she begged him not to leave her alone because she wouldn't find her way back. She was annoying to a hunter with her smiles and this innocent act. He was good with reading people, he was an observer and he was damn sure that this girl was capable of surviving, she was strong.

"My joke back there." she opened her eyes. "It was inappropriate, sorry."

Daryl shrugged, not really giving a damn.

"Besides I wouldn't eat anything without consulting it with you." she said.

"Me?" he asked surprised.

"Duh." she answered. "You know everything. What to eat and what not, where to go. Damn I have no idea where we are. Without you our group would probably die already...well, long before I showed up." she said. "You're cool."

When she looked down again and he was sure that she couldn't see this, Dixon smiled slightly at her rumbling. But at the same time, he was so embarrassed by her words. Charlie was extremely beautiful, the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. Everything started when she got out of the car that evening and she looked at him with those green eyes of hers, then he saw her smile and heard her voice. He caught himself smiling when he heard her jokes accidentally. Daryl had a new goal to protect her and tried extremely hard to make sure to bring even more food - out of pure sympathy towards her.

But she refused to eat it. He huffed annoyed.

"Why are ya even alone out there?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Glenn is gone and I'm bored. Besides, Amy is sad because she's worried about Andrea." Charlie shrugged. "I want to make her feel better."

Daryl looked at her like she was crazy - and she probably was. It was her first time in the woods and she went there just like that because she wanted to make someone else better. How the hell one could feel better after eating berries?

"You have a death wish." he mumbled.

"You're doing exactly the same every day." she commented.

"But I know what I'm doing."

Charlie looked at him.

"Yeah and that's super cool." she smiled. "I wish I listened to my brothers and went camping with them. They were crazy about survival shit." she said while picking berries. "But I was never this kind of girl."

"Ya had brothers?" he asked.

"Four."

Daryl looked at her. She chuckled at his face.

"Yeah."

"Are they dead?" he asked.

Charlie bit her lip and her face fell, and Daryl regretted even asking this question. He was so stupid for that, it was their first conversation- and he enjoyed it more than he should - and he just ruined it with a question like that.

"I don't know." she shrugged. "Maybe they are somewhere out there, but I don't know."

He nodded.

"Maybe they made it." he tried to comfort her and just fix his mistake.

"It's better to think the worst." she said. "That's what my father was always saying."

Daryl nodded one more time, still regretting that he started this topic, so he just decided to stay quiet for the rest of their time in the woods.

When they were back, there was still no sight of the supply run group. He saw how Charlie sighed heavily, anxiety taking over her. She looked down and saw a bucket full of berries, which made her smile. This day spent with Daryl was great, he didn't talk much and she had a feeling that he felt uncomfortable around her, but he was a good listener. Even though she did the talking, he was engaged in the conversation, his presence was just comforting- and that made her want to do it again.

"Thank you." she said.

"For wha'?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"For being there with me and for showing me these." she looked him in the eyes. "I would never be back by myself and I would never find those."

He hummed.

"Also I'm sorry for my little prank on you." she added. "We should do it again." she smiled and walked away.

He was so scared that she would ignore him or laugh at him for speaking with her, but she was so nice. So welcoming and warm and she wanted to spend with him some time. He felt like a moth and she was a flame - just after this one conversation. He didn't want to walk out of the forest with her, thinking that maybe he could take a longer path, just to talk with her for a little while longer. Charlie was looking at him with such warmness in her eyes, that made him think that it would be possible for her to like him.

He was looking at her back as she was walking away. How she was smiling at Amy, while waving her hands around with emotions. She was telling her about something, but he was too far to hear what she was saying. Amy looked back at him, so he guessed she was talking about their day in the woods.

Soon Shane appeared in his sight. Touching Charlie's arm lightly and saying something that made her chuckle.

Of course, she was after a guy like Shane. He was a cop, he was confident, had big muscles, shiny hair, and white teeth. He was the type of guy that girls were crazy about.

He flirted with her for sure. He was tilting his head and slightly touching her - not in a creepy way. And she apparently liked that, because she didn't move away from him. That would explain why she seemed so angry when they caught him and Lori today.

And Shane was younger than Daryl.

Dixon was an old creep. Hunter, who just provided them with food. And that's what he did. With disappointment filling his body, he walked away to do something useful - take care of those six squirrels.

What he couldn't notice was her longing stare. Charlie felt this strong pull towards him, wanting to just sit and talk to him.

"Oh, Charlie, that's so thoughtful of you," Carol's voice brought her attention. "Amy and Sophia are so thrilled."

"Yeah, I noticed they both seemed a bit down lately. Figured a little treat might cheer them up," she smiled.

"You have no idea how much this means, especially to Amy," the woman said.

"Yeah, I can tell," Charlie nodded. "Besides, Sophia has been down lately. Berries will do her good."

Carol observed her daughter Sophia happily munching on the berries that Charlie had brought, she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. Seeing Sophia's face light up with joy, a rare sight in these troubled times, filled Carol's heart with warmth. With tears glistening in her eyes, Carol placed a hand on her shoulder. "It means more to me than you'll ever know."

"It's nothing, really," Charlie answered.

"Thank you, Charlie, for being such a sweet thing for my daughter."

"Anytime, Carol."

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Hermana Mayor & Hermano Menor (Siempre Te Protegeré | Kate & Charlie) : (Parte 2)

(Advertencia : Esta Es Una Historia No Canónica En Mi Historia De Creepypasta De Wattpad, Y Recuerden Que Este Es Mi Propio Universo Así Que Ciertas Cosas Están Cambiadas, Si Les Gusta La Historia Por Favor Suscríbase A Mi Cuenta Y A Mi Canal De YouTube Que Ahí Hay Enlaces Para Entender Mejor Mi Universo, Es Solo Para Entretener)

(PARA LOS HATERS SI NO TE GUSTA NO VEA)

(Ahora Sí Disfruten La Historia ^^)

(Punto De Vista De Charlie: Era Las 7:00 Me Desperté A Esa Hora Para Ir Al Bosque Y Para No Ver A Carl Y A Lauren, Así Que Me Cambie De Ropa Y Baje Las Escaleras Y Cuando Estaba A Punto De Abrir La Puerta Escuche La Voz De Carl, Pero No Fue Tan Grave Como Pensé Ya Que Pensé Que Lauren Estaba Al Lado De Él Viéndome Con Esa Mirada Fría Y Amenazante Que Me Daba Miedo)

Carl Ross: ¿Charlie…..?, ¿Que Haces Despierto Y En La Puerta?

Charlie Matheson Jr: Nada... Normalmente Me Despierto A Esta Hora Para Corre Un Poco A Fuera.., Y.... ¿Tu Que Haces Despierto?

Carl Ross: Nada, Es Que Normalmente Me Despierto Para Trabajar

Charlie Matheson Jr: Pero Es Domingo

Carl Ross: Si, Ahora Viste Lo Creíble Que Suena, ¿Por Que Quiere Salir?

Charlie Matheson Jr: Porque Si...

Carl Ross: Charlie... Se Que Estas Molesto..., Pero No Puedes Hacer Esto Cuando Algo No Te Gus.....

Charlie Matheson Jr: No Me De Un Sermón Señor Detective Cr

Carl Ross: *Suspira* Char... Pequeño Por Favor.... Solo Habla Conmigo, Vamos A La Cocina *Se Da La Vuelta*

Charlie Matheson Jr: *No Le Da Importancia Y Abre La Puerta*

Carl Ross: *Suspira* Oh No…. No Esta Vez…….. *Agarra A Charlie Y Lo Lleva A La Cocina*

Charlie Matheson Jr: Suéltame

Carl Ross: Está Bien, Siéntate, Hey Si Quieres Te Hago El Desayuno

Charlie Matheson Jr: No Quiero Carl...

Carl Ross: *Suspira* Char Por Favor…. Solo Estoy Tratando De Hacer Las Cosas Bien

Lauren Brown: *Bostezo* Buenos Días Chicos... ¿Hablamos?

Carl Ross: Sí, Pero Mientras Hago El Desayuno, Hey Lauren.. ¿Por Qué No Hay Adina En La Cocina?

Lauren Brown: Porque Yo No Cocino Pido Comida Por Celular, Pero Abajo Hay Un Almacén Donde Guardo Las Cosas Tal Vez Hay Harina Ahí

Charlie Matheson Jr: Katie Cocinaba

Lauren Brown: Pero Yo No Soy Kate.. Charlie

Carl Ross: Bien No Pasa Nada, Voy Abajo *Sale De La Cocina*

Lauren Brown: *Mira A Charlie Fijamente, Y Se Sienta En La Silla A Lado De Charlie*

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Asustado*

Lauren Brown: Yo No Soy Tu Hermana Ni Cr Mocoso De Mierda..., De Qué Mierda… Estaban Hablando Anoche…. ¿Te Crees Que No Te Escuche Hablar Con Carl?, En Especial Cuando Dijiste A Lauren Ni Le Importo *Lo Agarra Del Pelo Y Lo Estampa Contra La Mesa*

Charlie Matheson Jr: Lauren!!!! Ya Basta… Por favor…., Me...

Lauren Brown: Crees Que Me Importa Si ¿Te Lastimo? O ¿No?, Más Te Vale No Decir De Nada Sobre Esto A Carl, Porque Te Juro Que Los Maltratos Si No Van A Ser Peores De Lo Que Te Puedes Imaginar, Eres Tan Inútil.. Y Patético… Al Igual Que Tu Hermana Mayor Kate…. Los Dos Deberían Estar Muertos

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Llorando* Quiero A Katie.... Quiero A Mi Hermanita...

Lauren Brown: *Se Acerca Al Oído De Charlie Y Le Dice* Cállate Y Lárgate A Tu Cuarto Que No Te Soporto

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Se Levanta Y Se Va Corriendo*

MESES DESPUÉS

Carl Ross: Lauren.. ¿Has Tenido Pesadilla Últimamente? O ¿Te Pasaron Cosas Extrañas?

Lauren Brown: No, Pero ¿Porque Lo Dices?

Carl Ross: Porque......, Bueno.. Después De Unas Semanas Cuando Te Dieron La Custodia De Char...., Eh Tenido Pesadilla Con Kate... Y Con... Slenderman......

Lauren Brown: Carl, Los Dos Vimos A Ese "Tal Slenderman", Pero Ya No Estamos En EL Bosque, Él Y Kate, No Nos Van A Encontrar Jamás, Y ¿Sabes El Porque?

Carl Ross: ¿Porque....?

Lauren Brown: Porque, Kate Ya Se Habrá Pegado Un Tiro Con Ese Rifle De Cacería Que Usaba, Ya Se Habrá Matado

Carl Ross: *Se Queda Estupefacto* La.. Lau.. Lauren......, Cómo Vas A Decir Eso De Kate...., Era Nuestra Amiga..

Lauren Brown: Por Favor. ¿Aun La Defiendes?. Carl Era Nuestra Amiga Esta Que Enloqueció. Y Trato De Matarme....

Carl Ross: SI Lo Se... Se Que No Justifica Lo Que Hizo... Pero Tan Poco Hay Que Decir Esa Cosa Tan Horrible Y Seria.......

Lauren Brown: *Suspira* Como Digas. Ya Veo Que Aun Sientes Cosas Asi A Ella. Porque No Eres Como Esos Chicos Que Solo Quieren Sexo Y Nada Más

Carl Ross: *Frunce Un Poco El Ceño* Porque Yo No Soy Un Tarado Mental. Que Se Cree Macho Cuando Realmente Es Un Pedazo De Mierda Que No Se Merece Vivir, Ami No Me Gusta Usar A Las Mujeres

Lauren Brown: ¿Ay Porque?, Tus Padres Eran Felices Juntos

Carl Ross: No Hay Que Tener Una Experiencia Personal Para Respetar A Una Mujer O A Un Hombre, Es Por El Simple Hecho De Que En La Vida Tienes Que Ser Bueno

Lauren Brown: *Trata De No Reírse* Eso Te Lo Enseño La Madre De Kate ¿Verdad?, Ay Carl, Está Bien Como Digas, Voy A Ver A Charlie *Sale De La Sala*

Carl Ross: *Suspira* Dios Mio..., ¿Cuando Se Volvio Asi......?

MIENTRAS TANTO

Slenderman: *Sentado En Su Oficina Viendo La Conversación*

Masky: *Abre La Puerta* ¿Sr. Slender?

Slenderman: *Se Le Corta La Visión* ¿Eh?, Tim Te Dije Que Toques La Puerta Antes De En Tra.

Masky: Perdón Sr. Slender, Ahora Soy Masky No Tim, Pero Tengo Algo Que Decirle

Slenderman: Esta Bien. Espera... ¿Por Qué No Tomaste Las Pastillas?, Hoy Es Un Día Libre Para Todos, *Pensamiento: Excepto Para Los Que Se La Pasaron De Vagos* ¿Y Porque No Las Tomaste?

Masky: Es Que Voy A Investigar, Algo Con Hoodie. Toby Y Cazadora

Slenderman: Oh Bien, ¿Y Que Era Lo Que Me Querías Decir?

Masky: Quería Decir Que Iríamos A La Granja Matheson

Slenderman: Prohibido, No Irán A Esa Granja Maldita

Masky: Se Porque No Quiere Que Vayamos, Pero Podemos Defendernos En Contra De Ella

Slenderman: No Es Porque No Se Pueden Defender De Scarecrow Girl, Es Porque Ella Es Una De Las Tantas Siervas Y Siervos Que Tienes Zalgo, La Granja Matheson Es Un Lugar Maldito Gracias A Aquellas Brujerías Que Hicieron Los Familiares De Kate Y Charlie

Hoodie: No Entiendo, Entonces Por Qué Kate Es Una Proxy, Si Es Hija De Charles Matheson Y Bethany Hayes Milens

Slenderman: Por El Simple Hecho De Que Kate Y Charlie No Tienen La Culpa De Que Su Familia Sea Asi, Ellos No Eligieron Esos Actos Sino Sus Padres, Bueno Su Madre Solo Lo Hizo Para Encajar En La Familia De Su Esposo, Aunque Cuando Se Dio Cuenta De Lo Terrible Que Era Esos Actos Y Del Peligro Que Corría Kate Y Charlie Dejó Todo Eso

Hoodie: O Sea Que La Madre De Kate Es Una Ex Bruja Que Se Dio Cuenta De Que Eso Estaba Mal Y Aceptó A Cristo En Su Corazón Y En Su Vida, Mientras Que Su Esposo Le Pone Los Cuernos Con La Madre De Charlie A Causa De Que Dejó La Brujerías, Por Favor Sr. Slender…, No Me Haga Reír *Burlándose Un Poco*

Slenderman: Señorito Brian Thomas, No Se Ría De La Desgracia De Los Demás, Porque También Se Pueden Reír De La Suya

Hoodie: Jajaja, Como Si Me Importara De Que Yo Tuviera Un Padre Abandónico *Se Da La Vuelta*

The Chaser: ¡¡Eres Un Idiota!!! *Le Da Una Cachetada*

Hoodie: Kate.., ¡¡Pero Qué Te Pasa!!!

Slenderman: No Se Queje, señorito Thomas, Eso Se Lo Merecía

Masky: Te Estaba Zarpando

The Chaser: ¿Cómo Te Puedes Reír De La Desgracia De Los Demás….?

Hoodie: Ay.. Por Favor ''Cazadora'' Ni Que Fuera Grave Que Pasen Esas Cosas

The Chaser: ¿Ni Que Fuera Grave….?, ¡¡Claro Que Es Grave Crecer En Una Familia Que Está Incompleta!!!, Es Feo Crecer Sin El Amor De Un Padre O De Una Madre, Tú Mejor Que Nadie Deberías Saberlo, Pero Tú.. Te Reírte De Tu Propia Desgracias…, Y No Sólo Tu Desgracia.. Sino La Desgracia De Tu Madre.....

Hoodie: ¿Cómo Sabes Mi Pasado.?

Slenderman: A Veces Hablas Del Tema Con Tim Y Toby Adelante De Ella, Es Obvio Que Sabe Tu Pasado

Adeline Abendroth: ¿Van A Ir A La Granja Matheson?

Slenderman: No Irán, Ally Y Tu Menos Puedes Ir Es Peligroso, Bien Que Tienes Mis Poderes, Pero Eres Una Niña…., Y Tu Sabes Lo Que Zalgo Busca

Adeline Abendroth: Solo Preguntaba.. No Era Que Quería Ir

Masky: Pero Algún Día Tendremos Que Recuperar Ese Lugar No Es De Ellos

Slenderman: Lo Sé. Pero Aún No Tenemos Lo Necesario Para Que Zalgo Deje Ese Lugar

The Chaser: ¿Y Cómo Es Que No Pudo Tomar La Zona De Mi Casa?

Slenderman: Uno Porque Tu Familia Nunca Hizo Brujería Ahí Y Segundo Porque Yo Llegué Primero, La Zona De Tu Casa Fue Mi Tercer Lugar Seguro Antes De Que Tu Familia Llegaran

The Chaser: ¿Y Por Qué No Me Deja Vivir Ahí?

Slenderman: Porque Estaría Sola, Y Cr.. Carl Sigue Visitando El Lugar Para Sus Investigaciones

The Chaser: Sigue Yendo….. ¿Aún Se Sigue Haciendo El Detective?, No Hay Nada Que Investigar Ahí...... El No Es Bienvenido…

Slenderman: Lo Sé. Pero Tampoco Quiero Atacarlo. Creo Que Nos Podría Servir Como Uno De Nosotros

The Chaser: ¿Un Proxy...?, Ya Tenemos A Cat Y A Masky. Ellos Sí Que Saben Hacer Las Cosas.., Hasta Que El No Reconozca Las Cosas Horribles Que Hizo…. Yo No Quiero Nada De Él Y No Quiero Saber Nada De Él......, Primero Que Me Regrese A Charlie... Y Lo Perdonó...

Slenderman: Está Bien, Igual Sobre Charlie Tenemos Que Hablar.. Así Que… Chicos Pueden Retirarse Quiero Hablar A Solas Con Kate

Masky: Está Bien Sr. Slender, Ally Vamos

Adeline Abendroth: Bien...

Hoodie: Bueno Igual Me Estaba Aburriendo

Adeline Abendroth: *Le Tironea la Sudadera A Brian* Callate Brian Y Vámonos, Estoy Decepcionada De Ti

Hoodie: Pero.. ¿Que?

Slenderman: Bien No Te Quería Decir Pero Ya Esta Llegando Demasiado Lejos

The Chaser: Como Que Demasiado Lejos....

Slenderman: Lauren Se Está Pasando Con Charlie.. Le Pega Demasiado.. Ya Ni Le Pega Lo Maltrata Mejor Dicho

The Chaser: ............., Los Voy A Matar A Los Dos… Sabía Que Ni Siquiera Quería A Charlie.. ¡¡¡Solo Me Quitó La Custodia Para Verme Sufrir Y El Idiota De CR Que Le Ayudó En El Juicio!!!!, ¡¡¡Los Odio A Los Dos Y Los Voy A Matar A Los Dos Por HIJOS DE PUTAS!!!!

HORAS DESPUÉS EN EL BOSQUE

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Caminando Por El Bosque* Estoy Cansado De Que Lauren Siempre Me Pegue, Esta Vez Voy A Buscar Adeline Para Que Me Lleve Con Slender.... Si Ella Y Mi Hermana Son Proxys Deben Estar Con Slender

Chris Venganza: MIra Mira Si Es Otra Vez El Matheson, ¿Como Llegaste Tan Lejos?, Este No Es El Bosque De Al Lado De Tu Casa, ¿Cómo Llegaste? Y ¿Que Mierda Tramas?

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Lo Ignora, Se Figas A Sus Alrededor Para Buscar Algo Para Defenderse*

Chris Venganza: ¡¡¡¡¡Respondeme Mocoso!!!!!!!!

Charlie Matheson Jr: ¿Si Te Digo Me Dejaras De Molestar..?

Chris Venganza: *Esconde Su Cuchillo* Aah Esta Bien.. Si

Charlie Matheson Jr: Le Robe La Tarjeta De Crédito A Lauren Para Viajar Hasta Acá

Chris Venganza: .........., Oh Qué Lástima Que Viajaste Tan Lejos Para Nada.. Lárgate A Tu Casa!!, Aquí No Eres Bienvenido Por Slender

Charlie Matheson Jr: Tú No Eres Del Clan The Proxys Eres Del Clan The Killers, No Puedes Recibir Órdenes De Slender Sino De Jeff O Jack, No Puedes Echarme

Chris Venganza: Yo No Recibo Órdenes De Nadie, Te Vasa A Ir Porque Yo Lo Digo

Charlie Matheson Jr: Yo No Le Hago Caso A Los Mocosos Desobedientes Como Tú.

Chris Venganza: *Saca Su Cuchillo* ¡¡¡¡Ya Cagaste Mocoso!!!! !!!Comienza A Correr Si Quieres Vivir!!!!

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Comienza A Correr Hacia La Casa De Kate*

(Narradora: Y Así Comenzó Una Persecución Por Todo El Bosque, Pero La Diferencia Es Que Charlie Tenía La Ventaja Ya Que Se Conocía El Bosque De Memoria Y Corria Mas Rapido Que Cris Así Que Fue Fácil Perder De Vista A Cris, Pero Después De Cris Tendría Otro Problema)

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Deja De Corre, Agitado* Bien Ya E Llegado Solo Tengo Que Seguir El Camino Hasta Llegar A La Casa De Mi Hermana....., Me Pregunto Si Aun Vive Ahi.... *Escucha Un Ruido* ¿Eh? No Me Digas Que Es Chris De Nuevo...

Adeline Abendroth: *Sale Entre Los Arbustos, Ve A Charlie Al Otro Lado* ¿Eh?

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Sorprendido* ¿Ally?

Adeline Abendroth: *Sorprendida, Corriendo Hacia El* ¿Charlie?, ¿Cómo Llegaste Aquí?

Charlie Matheson Jr: Le Robe La Tarjeta De Crédito A Lauren Para Viajar *La Abraza* Estoy Muy Feliz De Ver...., No Sabes Cris Casi Me Mata… Pero Logré Perderlo De Vista…, ¿Oye Cómo Te Sabes?, ………., ¿Cómo Llegaste Hasta Aquí…?

Adeline Abendroth: Bueno Tu Hermana Me Mostró Una Foto De La Casa Donde Vivian Tu. Ella Y Su Madre, Y Reconocí El Lugar Porque A Veces Vengo Por Aquí Con Mi Padre

Charlie Matheson Jr: Espera… ¿Todo Este Tiempo Estuviste Con Kate Y No Me Llevaste Con Ella…?

Adeline Abendroth: Claro Que Quería Llevarte… Con Kate…. Pero Tenía Miedo De Que Te Hagan Daño….. Y Hoy No Te Vi Por El Bosque.. Y Me Asusté Cuando Revise La Casa Y Tu Cuarto Y No Te Contraba....

Charlie Matheson Jr: ¿Pero…. Qué Hacías Entonces.. Buscándome En Este Bosque…..?, …………., ¿Era Tu Última Opción…?

Adeline Abendroth: Si... Porque Carl Viene Aqui Y Pense Que Te Habia Traido........

Charlie Matheson Jr: ..................., Bien... Esta Bien..., Gracias Por Preocuparte....., Y.. ¿Cómo Es Eso De Que Carl Aún Viene Aquí?

Adeline Abendroth: No Sé.. Solo Ronda Por El Bosque Un Rato Y Busca Cosas.. Y Digamos Que La Casa Tuya Y De Kate Se Convirtió Como Una Zona De Investigación Profesional Para El.. Un Lugar Seguro..

Charlie Matheson Jr: ¿En Lugar Seguro?, Kate Se Llega A Enterar Que El Va Ahí Aún Y Lo Mata...

Adeline Abendroth: Y Se Enteró Y Lo Va A Matar Si Lo Llega A Ver, Mi Padre Hoy Le Dijo Sobre Eso… Y Digamos Que Su Cara No Representaba Felicidad…. Más Bien Ida Enojo Y Querer Venganza Contra Él Y Lauren…..

Charlie Matheson Jr: Oh...., *Vease El Cielo* Está Anocheciendo Y Hace Frío *La Toma De La Mano* ¿Te Molesta?

Adeline Abendroth: Somos Amigos No Me Molesta

Charlie Matheson Jr: Bien.. Vamos A Mi Casa

MIENTRAS TANTO

Carl Ross: ¡¡Como Que Charlie No Está Contigo!! *Sosteniendo El Celular*

Lauren Brown: ¡¡No lo sé!!!, No Está.. Lo Busqué Por Todos Lados Y No Lo Encuentro…. *Llorando*

Carl Ross: Maldita Sea...., Ya Buscaste En Los Lugares Donde Él Juega.

Lauren Brown: *Nerviosa* ¡¡¡¡Sí!!!!, ¡¡¡Te Juro Que Ya Buscamos Por Todo El Bosque Con Los Vecinos Y Ni Aparece!!!, No Sé.. Qué Hacer…, Por Favor Haz Algo.. Carl… *Llorando*

Carl Ross: ¿Llamaron A La Policía?

Lauren Brown: No..., No Quiero Que Nos Quiten La Custodia…

Carl Ross: *Nervioso* ....., Cálmate Lauren.., Dime.. ¿Dónde Lo Viste Por Ultimates Vez? Y ¿Hay Algo Raro Que Falte En Su Cuarto...?

Lauren Brown: Bueno..., En Su Cuarto Falta Su Ropa Sus Cuadernos Su Mochila.., Pero… Hay Algo Raro…. Que También Falta Que Es Mi Billetera No Está...

Carl Ross: *Pensando* Okay… No Está Su Ropa Sus Cuadernos Su Mochila Y Tu Billetera…., ¿Le Dijiste Algo? O ¿Te Dijo Algo Raro?

Lauren Brown: Bueno.. Hoy Me Dijo Algo Sobre Kate.. Que Quería Estar Con Ella... *Pensando* ......................., *Pensamiento: Maldito Mocoso… Ya Me Di Cuenta.. Fue Al Otro Bosque A La Casa De Kate….*

Carl Ross: *Pensando* No Te Preocupes Ya Sé A Dónde Habrá Ido

Lauren Brown: Fue A La Casa De Kate..

Carl Ross: Exacto, Ahí Es El Único Lugar Donde Pudo Haber Ido Con La Tarjeta De Crédito, Te Cuelgo Te Diré Si Lo Encuentro…. Por Allá Dime Si Es Que Vuelve A Casa… *Cuelga La Llamada*

Lauren Brown: *Guarda El Celular* Yo También Iré Para Allá….., Maldito Mocoso De Mierda, Lo Voy A Matar Cuando Lo Encuentre

UNA HORA DESPUÉS

Adeline Abendroth: Pues por Lo Que Veo Katie Te Tenia Muy Bien

Charlie Matheson Jr: Si, Yo Era Feliz, Todo Fue Culpa De Mi Padre Para Ver A Mi Madre Biológica Que Ni Siquiera Me Quería…., Y Claro Después De Mi Desaparición Cuando Vieron En El Estado Que Estaba Kate… Y Lo Que Había Pasado.. Menos Me Dejaron Estar Con Mi Hermana Katie...

Adeline Abendroth: *Se Siente Triste Por Charlie* A Mí También.. Me Alejaron De Mi Hermano… Fue Horrible……, Lo Recuerdo Como Si Hubiese Pasado Ayer…. Está Claro En Mi Memoria…..

Charlie Matheson Jr: Mmm... *Escucha El Ruido De La Puerta* ¿Ally Escuchaste Eso....?

Adeline Abendroth: Si..., Para Mi Es Carl... Obviamente Te Escapaste Y Te Está Buscando…

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Se Enoja* Ally ¿Puedes Esperar Afuera De Mi Ventana En El Patio?, Tengo Que Decirle Algunas Cosas

Adeline Abendroth: No Hagas Lo Mismo Que Hizo Kate Que Se Tiró Por La Ventana.. Hay Otra Forma

Charlie Matheson Jr: Te Prometo Que Abrí De La Ventana Antes De Saltar

Carl Ross: ¡¡Charlie!! ¿Estás Aquí? *Pensamiento: Dios Mío Si Le Pasa Algo No Me lo Perdonaré Nunca....*

Charlie Matheson Jr: ¡¡Sí Aquí Estoy!! *Mira Fijamente A Cr*

Carl Ross: *Mira Hacia Las Escaleras* Chars.... Te Pudo Haber Pasado Algo… Por Favor Vamos A Casa… Lauren Está Preocupada….

Charlie Matheson Jr: ¿Preocupada?, ¡¡¡Esa Ni Ella Misma Se La Cree!!!!!

Carl Ross: ¡¡Charlie Matheson Jr Compórtate Ya De Una Vez Jovencito!!, ¡¡Lauren Me Llamó Llorando!!, ¡¡Acaso!!, ........, Acaso... ¿No Ves El Daño Que Nos Haces....?, Sé Que Extrañas A Kate…., Pero Ella No Está Para Criarte Ni Para Cuidarte…., Y Sí… Yo También Soy Un Maldito Loco Por Lo Que Trate De Hacer… Cometí Errores….. Y Lo Siento…. Nunca Quise Que Esto Pase…. Pero Pasó… Y No Hay Nada Que Pueda Hacer Al Respecto…., Ni Yo Sé Dónde Está Kate…, Pero Ya Es Hora De Que Pares….

Charlie Matheson Jr: ¡¡Un Lo Siento No Arregla Nada!!!!, ¡¡No Repara Nada De Lo Que Pasó!!. Es Más Ni Siquiera Repara El Presente!!!!, ¡¡¡¡¡Cuando Tú Rompes Un Plato Así Se Queda Roto Y Aunque Le Pidas Perdón No Va A Volver A Ser El Mismo De Antes!!!!!!!, ¡¡¡¡¡¡Y En Serio Eres Tan Idiota Para No Darte cuenta Que A Lauren Ni Le Importó!!!!!!!

Carl Ross: ¡¡Ya Sé Que No Repara Nada Un Lo Siento!!, Pero Trato De Hacer Mejor El Futuro… Aprendiendo De Mis Errores.., Charlie Por Favor... Se Que Parece Que A Lauren No Le Importas... Pero Está Tratando De Hacer Lo Mejor Que Puede... Sé Que Nunca Va A Reemplazar A Kate.. Pero Intenta Hacerte Igual De Feliz Como Katie Lo Hizo..

Charlie Matheson Jr: Realmente.. No Ves Nada… Ni Sabes Nada… De Lo Que Me Hace Cuando Tú No Estás…, ¡¡Se Nota Que Te Crees Lo Primero Que Ella Te Dice!!! *Se Va Molesto A Su Cuarto*

Carl Ross: ¡¡Charlie Ven Aqui Y Dime Lo Que Te Hace!! *Va Hacia Las Escaleras*

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Abre La Ventana*

Carl Ross: *Sube Las Escaleras Y Va Al Cuarto De Charlie* Charlie Que... *Ve Que Está En La Ventana* ¡¡¡¡¡¡CHARLIE!!!!! ¡¡¡NO!!!

Charlie Matheson Jr: Adiós Detectives Cr *Se Tira Por La Ventana*

Carl Ross: *Trata De Atraparlo* ¡¡¡¡¡CHARLIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Slender Doll: *Atrapa A Charlie Con Sus Tentáculos* Te Tengo *Lo Deja En El Suelo*

Charlie Matheson Jr: Gracias Ally

Carl Ross: *Ve Por La Ventana* .........., Pero...... Que....

Slender Doll: *Ve A Cr Viendolos*

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Lo Nota Y Toma Ally De La Mano Y Se Va Corriendo Con Ella*

Carl Ross: *Confundido* Pero... *Se Da Una Cachetada Para Salir Del Trance* ¡¡¡Ya Cálmate Carl Tienes Que Proteger A Charlie!!! *Sale Del Cuarto Y Va Corriendo Hacia Abajo Por Las Escaleras*

Slender Doll: ¿A Dónde Vamos?

Charlie Matheson Jr: Hacia Las Mina, ¿Puedes Teletransportarnos? Y ¿Sabes dónde quedan?

Slender Doll: Sí Sé Dónde Queda Y Puedo Teletransportarnos, Pero Solo A Mitad De Camino

Charlie Matheson Jr: Bien Perfecto… Por Favor Hazlo..

Slender Doll: Bien

Carl Ross: Charlie Para, ¡¡No Puedes Ir Para Allá!! ¡¡¡Es Peligroso!!!

Charlie Matheson Jr: *Ve A Cr* ¡¡No Me Importa!! Y ¡¡¡Déjame Solo!!!

Slender Doll: *Se Teletransporta Hacia Las Minas*

UNA HORA DESPUÉS

Slenderman: Chicos ¿Saben Dónde Está Ally? Estoy Un Poco Nervioso Porque Busqué Por Todas Las Habitaciones Y No Está

Masky: No, Los Únicos Que Están Aquí Con Nosotros Son Sally Sam Y Ben

Cat Hunter: *Entra Al Living* Sr. Slender, Ya Busque Por Toda La Mansión Y No Está En Ninguna De Las Habitaciones Y Lo Demás Proxys Tampoco No La Encontraron

Hoodie: Yo Y Kate Acabamos De Buscar También Y No Está Ni Siquiera En Los Sótanos

Slenderman: *Nervioso* Dios Mio...

Ticci Toby: Sr. Slender.. Cálmese Por Favor… No La Habrá Mandado Alguna Misión.... ¿Verdad?

Slenderman: No.. Toby…. Tú Sabes Que Ella Siempre Va Acompañada…… Y Están Todos Los Proxys Aquí…

Ticci Toby: Y..... La Señora Slenderwoman.. Ally Es Muy Unida A Ella Pudieron Haber Ido Juntas

Slenderman: No, Woman Se Fue Temprano A La 6:00 Y Ally Estuvo Todo El Día Con Nosotros

The Chaser: Yo... Creo Saber Dónde Está....

Slenderman: ¿Dónde Está Kate...?

The Chaser: En Mi Casa

Cat Hunter: ¿Cómo Que En Tu Casa?, Kate Ni Siquiera Nosotros Vamos

The Chaser: Ya Lo Sé, Pero Hoy Estábamos Hablando Sobre Mi Casa Y Sobre La Granja Familiar Matheson Y Ella Escuchó Todo

Slenderman: Chicos Prepárense Vamos A Ir A La Granja, Rodrigo Tu Estas A Cargo

Cat Hunter: Si

Masky: Rodrigo Espera Voy Conmigo

Hoodie: Yo Igual

The Chaser: Pero Hoy Me Preguntó Cómo Era Mi Casa Y Yo Le Mostré Una Foto Por Eso Digo Que Puede Estar Ahí

Slenderman: ...............

Ticci Toby: Katie.. ¿Pero Por Qué?

The Chaser: Lo.. Siento…… No Sabía Que Iba Hacer Eso…. Ella Nunca Hizo Algo Así……. I Que Pensé Que No Iba A Pasar Nada…

Slenderman: Está Bien…. Ahora Lo Importante Es Encontrarla…. Kate Toby Vayan Con Los Demás…..

UNA HORAS DESPUÉS

Lauren Brown: *Baja Del Auto* Al Fin Llegué A Este Maldito Lugar..., Mocoso De Mierdad Lo Voy A Matar Si Es Que Lo Encuentro *Entra A La Casa*

Hoodie: Pensé Que Es Slender Me Iba A Poner Con Masky

The Chaser: Y Yo Pensé Que Me Iba A Poner Con Toby

Hoodie: Bueno.. Qué Linda Casa Que Tienes

The Chaser: *Levanta La Mirada Y Ve Un Auto, Instintivamente Se Llena De Rabia Al Verlo*

Hoodie: *Nota Esa Mirada Que Tiene Cuando Su Instinto Animal Se Apodera De Ella* Oky.... Mejor Me Quedo... Aquí Viendo....

The Chaser: *Se Acerca Al Auto, Y Rompe Una De Las Ventanas Para Abrir La Puerta*

Hoodie: *Se Acerca Solo Para Ver Que Va Hacer Kate*

The Chaser: *Agarra La Billetera Que Está Ahí Y Al Ver El Documento Se Llena De Rabia* Lauren.......

Hoodie: Kate Va A Matarla ¿Verdad?

The Chaser: *Suelta Un Gruñido* ¿Y Tú.. Qué Crees….?

Hoodie: Que Sí

The Chaser: Quédate Aquí...... *Se Dirige Hacia Su Casa*

Lauren Brown: *Oye Que Entran A La Casa* ¿Carl?, Seguro Es El Con Ese Mocoso

The Chaser: *Sube Las Escalera, Gruñido*

Lauren Brown: ¿Carl Eres Tú? *Sale Del Cuarto De Kate, Pero Se Esconde Al Ver A Kate En Las Escaleras* Pero Qué Carajos…. ¿Qué Hace Ella Aquí......?

The Chaser: ¡¡Malditas Zorra!!!, ¡¡¡Sal Detrás De La Puerta Ya Te Vi!!!!!

Lauren Brown: *Sale Del Cuarto De Kate* Hola Katie.... ¿Como Te Va Con Demencia Después De Tanto Tiempo?

The Chaser: ¡¡¡Cállate Hija De Puta!!!!, ¡¡¡¡¡Y No Me Digas Katie Como Si Fuéramos Mejores Amigas!!!!!!!

Lauren Brown: Ay.. Pero Sí Lo Somos….., ¿O La Demencia No Te Deja Acordarte? *Burlándose*

The Chaser: *Gruñe* ¿¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Qué Haces Aquí!!!!!!!!?, ¿¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Dónde Está Mi Charlie!!!!!!!!?

Lauren Brown: Ah.. Ya Dejémonos De Burlas Que Me Aburro, No Está Querida... Lo Estoy Buscando

The Chaser: *Pensamiento: ¿¡¡¡Ah Y De Las Pijas Que Tragas No Te Aburre!!!?* ¿¡¡Para Qué!!?, ¿¡¡¡Para Pegarle!!!?, ¡¡¡¡No Te Creas Que Yo No Sé Lo Que Le Haces!!!!!!!!

Lauren Brown: Sí Para Matarlo…, ¿Y Cómo Sabías Eso? ¿Te Lo Dijo Ese Slenderman?, JAJAJA ¡¡¡¡¡Eres Una Estúpida De Mierda Por Eso Te Gané En El Juicio!!!!!!

The Chaser: *Gruñe Va Corriendo Hacia Lauren A Toda Velocidad Y Se Abalanza Encima De Ella*

Hoodie: *Entra A La Casa Con La Cámara Encendida* Esto Va A Ser Una Pelea De Perras. Y Apuesto Que Gana La Mía.

The Chaser: *Comienza A Pegarle Puñetazos Repetidas Veces*

Lauren Brown: *Trata De Esquivar Los Golpes Pero No Puede* ¡¡¡Maldita Perra Enmascarada!!!!

The Chaser: *Golpe* ¡¡¡¡Esto Es Por Quitarme La Custodia De Mi Hermano!!!!! *Golpe* ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Esto Es Por Fingir Ser Mi Amiga Desde El Día Que Nos Conocimos!!!!!!!! *Golpe* Y Esto Es Por Todas Las Veces Que Le Pegaste A Charlie Probablemente *Con Más Fuerza Y Rabia Comienza A Pegarle Puñetazos Una Y Otra Vez Sin Control*

Lauren Brown: *Comienza A Sangrarle La Nariz*

The Chaser: ¡¡¡¡¡HIJA DE PUTA OJALA NUNCA TE HUBIESE CONOCIDO!!!!!!!!!

Lauren Brown: *En El Piso Ve Un Libro Y Cuando Kate Le Estaba Por Meterle Otro Puñetazo, Ella Lo Agarra Y Le Da En La Cabeza Con Todas Su Fuerzas* ¡¡¡¡¡AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡¡YA DEJAME DE PEGAR HIJA DE REMIL PUTA!!!!!!!!!!!

The Chaser: *Se Aparta Por El Impacto, Aturdida*

Lauren Brown: *Le Da Un Golpe En El Estómago, Le Arranca La Máscara Y La Tira Contra La Pared* ¡¡¡MALDITA PERRA PUTA!!!!

The Chaser: *Le Escupe En La Cara*

Lauren Brown: ¡¡¡AH!!! ¡¡¡Maldita Asquerosa!!!! *Se Limpia El Escupitajo*

The Chaser: *Aprovecha Y Le Pega Una Patada En El Pie*

Lauren Brown: ¡¡¡AH!!! *Cae Al Piso*

Hoodie: ¡¡Kate!! *Le Lanza La Vara De Metal De Él*

Lauren Brown: ¿¡¡EH!!? *Trata De Tomarla*

The Chaser: *Pero Kate Fue Mas Rapida, Y Le Da En La Cabeza Con La Vara*

Lauren Brown: *Se Desmaya*

The Chaser: *Agitada* Gracias.....

Hoodie: No Hay De Que, Creo Que Necesitabas Un Poco De Ayuda

The Chaser: Jeje Me Las Iba Arreglar Sola

Hoodie: Sí Sí Como Digas. Ven Aquí Baby *La Ayuda A Levantarse*

The Chaser: No Me Digas Baby… Solo Somos Mejores Amigos…..

Hoodie: Jaja ¿Y Te Parece Amigos Con Derechos? *Junta La Máscara De Kate Del Piso*

The Chaser: ¿Que Es Un Amigo Con Derechos.....? *Lo Mira Confundida*

Hoodie: Ehhh Nada... Lo Mismo Que Mejores Amigos.... Pero Con Más Ventaja......, Y ¿En Serio Me Veías Como Un Mejor Amigo?

The Chaser: Oh..., Si Para Mi Eres Mi Mejor Amigo... A Pesar Que Nos Peleemos *Le Sonríe*

Hoodie: ¿Y Qué Vamos A Hacer Con Lauren?

The Chaser: No Sé, ¿Atarla Y Llevarnosla En El Auto?

Hoodie: Mmm... Me Parece Una Buena Idea

(Narradora: Y Metieron A Lauren En El Auto Junto Con Ellos, Después Kate Revisó El Celular De Lauren, Descubriendo Llamadas Perdidas De Cr Y Un Mensaje, Que Decía: Encontré A Charlie… Pero Se Me Escapó Hacia Las Minas Junto Con Algo Que Creo Que Es Una Niña, Kate Le Dijo A Brian Que Conduzca Hacia Las Minas)

(CONTINUARÁ)

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laiwalane · 9 months ago

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Fandoms / characters I'll write for

TV SHOWS:

American horror story

any ships (includes reader or ships between two characters)

characters (my favs):

- Maddison Montgomery

- Tate Langdon (any Evan Peters char.)

- Michael Langdon/Xavier Plimpton

- Cordelia Fox (Any Sarah Paulson char.)

- Misty Day

- Mallory

- Countess Elizabeth ofc

The walking dead

Characters

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Carol 💥

- Maggie

- Glenn

- Owen (he's hot lmao)

- Negan

-Beth

- Michonne

- Daryl

-Philip Blake (the governor)

The boys

characters

-homelander

-soldier boy

- hugh

-ANY FEMALE CHARACTER

Breaking bad

characters

-Jesse pinkman

- Andrea

- Jane Margolis

MR ROBOT

characters

- Elliot Alderson

- Tyrell 💥

- Johanna

- Darlene

- Dominique

house of the Dragon

everybody who is sexy

Hannibal

-any characters/pairings

(I know it will be impossible to write smth without gay ships so...I will do it :))

FILMS:

-American psycho

-The hunger games

characters:

- Katniss Everdeen

- Peeta

- Finnick Odair

-Coryo Snow (young ofc)

-Finch (that cute ginger girl from part 1)💥

-Tigriss

- Inglourious Basters

characters

-Hans Landa💥

-Dieter Hellstrom💥

-Bridget

- Shoshanna

-Aldo Raine

-Batman Begins/any other parts

characters:

-Bruse Wayne

-Jonathan Crane 💥

- Miranda Tate

-John Wick

(almost any characters)

Anime

-Jujutsu kaisen

characters:

- Maki Zenin💥

- Mai Zenin

-Nobara Kugisaki

-Gojo

- Nanami Kento

- Riko Amanai💥

- MeiMei

-Tsukumo Yuki💥

-Chosou

-Shingeki no kyojin

characters

- Eren Jaeger

-Floch Forster

- Armin Arlert

- Mikasa Ackerman

- Petra Ral💥

- Hange Zoe💥

- Zeke Yeager

-Pieck Finger

-Anie Leonhart

- Sasha Blouse

-Kumetsu no yaiba

only female characters

AHHH THAT'S A LOOOOT BUT IT'S NOT EVERYTHING

well I would like to add that if you fan of these aktors/aktresses, I'll be writing fanfiction with any of their characters

- Angelina Jolie

- Christian Bale

- Jennifer Lawrence

-Aaron Taylor-Johnson

-Cillian Murphy

- Bill Skarsgard

- Elizabeth Olsen

- August Diehl

- Benedict Samuel

💥- means I find this character hot lmao

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clarkesb0y · 1 year ago

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WHO I WILL WRITE ⌿

keys (what i would write for the chars) :

- angst - *

- fluff - ^

- smut - ‘

youtubers/tiktokers :

zerkaa (josh) *^‘

wroetoshaw (harry) *^‘

miniminter (simon) *^‘

george clarke *^‘

arthur tv *^‘

top gun :

jake 'hangman' seresin *^‘

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw *^‘

shameless :

lip gallagher *^‘

carl gallagher *^‘

ian gallagher *^‘

the hunger games :

peeta mellark *^‘

finnick odair *^‘

coriolanus snow (tbosas) *^‘

sejanus plinth *^‘

heartbreak high :

malakai *^‘

ant *^‘

spider *^‘

cash *^‘

actors ( *^‘ )

request any actor, theres a big chance i will write about them.

/ xtra

i may write more characters from movies/tv shows, request them and i will think about it.

you can request multiple characters in the same group, but must include m!reader in your prompt message.

#fanfic #fanfics #fanfic writing #writer #angst #smut #fluff #heartbreak high x reader #top gun x reader #top gun x m reader #youtuber x reader #george clarke x reader #shameless x reader #the hunger games x reader

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feministdragon · 1 year ago

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women, read this. DO NOT look up anything about it. just read it. it's only like 5 pages u can just open the readmore it's only like fourteen minutes. do it right now i'm very extremely serious. it'll change your life

tl:dr: The concept of Progressivism was invented in order to rein in the explosion of belief in freedom and equality of human beings in the early 1700s

"Sometimes—not very often—a particularly cogent argument against reigning political common sense presents such a shock to the system that it becomes necessary to create an entire body of theory to refute it.

Such interventions are themselves events, in the philosophical sense; that is, they reveal aspects of reality that had been largely invisible but, once revealed, seem so entirely obvious that they can never be unseen. Much of the work of the intellectual Right is identifying, and heading off, such challenges.

Let us offer three examples.

In the 1680s, a Huron-Wendat statesman named Kondiaronk, who had been to Europe and was intimately familiar with French and English settler society, engaged in a series of debates with the French governor of Quebec, and one of his chief aides, a certain Lahontan. In them he presented the argument that punitive law and the whole apparatus of the state exist not because of some fundamental flaw in human nature but owing to the existence of another set of institutions—private property, money—that by their very nature drive people to act in such ways as to make coercive measures necessary. Equality, he argued, is thus the condition for any meaningful freedom. These debates were later turned into a book by Lahontan, which in the first decades of the eighteenth century was wildly successful. It became a play that ran for twenty years in Paris, and seemingly every Enlightenment thinker wrote an imitation. Eventually, these arguments—and the broader indigenous critique of French society—grew so powerful that defenders of the existing social order such as Turgot and Adam Smith effectively had to invent the notion of social evolution as a direct riposte. Those who first came up with the argument that human societies could be organized according to stages of development, each with their own char-acteristic technologies and forms of organization, were quite explicit that that’s what they were about. “Everyone loves freedom and equality,” noted Turgot; the question is how much of either is consistent with an advanced commercial society based on a sophisticated division of labor. The resulting theories of social evolution dominated the nineteenth century, and are still very much with us, if in slightly modified form, today.

In the late nineteenth century and early twentieth, the anarchist critique of the liberal state—that the rule of law was ultimately based on arbitrary violence, and ultimately, simply a secularized version of an all-powerful God that could create morality because it stood outside it—was taken so seriously by defenders of the state that right-wing legal theorists like Carl Schmitt ultimately came up with the intellectual armature for fascism. Schmitt ends his most famous work, Political Theology, with a rant against Bakunin, whose rejection of “decision-ism”—the arbitrary authority to create a legal order, but therefore also to set it aside—was ultimately, he claimed, every bit as arbitrary as the authority Bakunin claimed to be opposing. Schmitt’s very conception of political theology, foundational for almost all contemporary right-wing thought, was an attempt to answer Bakunin’s God and the State.

The challenge posed by Kropotkin’s Mutual Aid: A Factor in Evolution arguably runs deeper still, since it’s not just about the nature of government, but the nature of nature—that is, reality—itself.

Theories of social evolution, what Turgot first christened “progress,” might have begun as a way of defusing the challenge of the indigenous critique, but they soon began to take a more virulent form, as hardcore liberals like Herbert Spencer began to represent social evolution not just as a matter of increasing complexity, differentiation, and integration, but as a kind of Hobbesian struggle for survival. The phrase “survival of the fittest” was actually coined in 1852 by Spencer, to describe human history—and ultimately, one assumes, to justify European genocide and colonialism. It was only taken up by Darwin some ten years later, when, in The Origin of Species, he used it as a way of describing the forms of natural selection he had identified in his famous expedition to the Galapagos Islands.

At the time Kropotkin was writing, in the 1880s and ’90s, Darwin’s ideas had been taken up by market liberals, most notoriously his “bulldog” Thomas Huxley, and the English naturalist Alfred Russel Wallace, to propound what’s often called a “gladiatorial view” of natural history. Species duke it out like boxers in a ring or bond traders on a market floor; the strong prevail.

Kropotkin’s response—that cooperation is just as decisive a factor in natural selection than competition—was not entirely original. He never pretended that it was. In fact he was not only drawing on the best biological, anthropological, archaeological, and historical knowledge available in his day, including his own explorations of Siberia, but also on an alternative Russian school of evolutionary theory which held that the English hypercompetitive school was based, as he put it, “a tissue of absurdities”: men like “Kessler, Severtsov, Menzbir, Brandt—four great Russian zoologists, and a 5th lesser one, Poliakov, and finally myself, a simple traveler.”

Still, we must give Kropotkin credit. He was much more than a simpler traveler. Such men had been successfully ignored by English Darwinians, in the heyday of empire—and, indeed, by almost every-one else. Kropotkin’s shot across the bows was not. In part, this was no doubt because he presented his scientific findings in a larger political context, in a form that made it impossible to deny just how much the reigning version of Darwinian science was itself not just an unconscious reflection of taken-for-granted liberal categories. (As Marx so famously put it, “The anatomy of Man is the key to the anatomy of the ape.”) It was an attempt to catapult the views of the commercial classes into universality. Darwinism at that time was still a conscious, militant political intervention to reshape common sense; a centrist insurgency, one might say, or perhaps better, a would-be centrist insurgency, since it was aimed at creating a new center. It was not yet common sense; it was an attempt to create a new universal common sense. If it was not, ultimately, completely successful, it was in a certain measure because of the very power of Kropotkin’s counterargument.

It is not difficult to see what made these liberal intellectuals so uneasy. Consider the famous passage from Mutual Aid, which really deserves to be quoted in full:

"It is not love, and not even sympathy (understood in its proper sense) which induces a herd of ruminants or of horses to form a ring in order to resist an attack of wolves; not love which induces wolves to form a pack for hunting; not love which induces kittens or lambs to play, or a dozen of species of young birds to spend their days together in the autumn; and it is neither love nor personal sympathy which induces many thousand fallow-deer scattered over a territory as large as France to form into a score of separate herds, all marching towards a given spot, in order to cross there a river. It is a feeling infinitely wider than love or personal sympathy—an instinct that has been slowly developed among animals and men in the course of an extremely long evolution, and which has taught animals and men alike the force they can borrow from the practice of mutual aid and support, and the joys they can find in social life.... It is not love and not even sympathy upon which Society is based in mankind. It is the conscience—be it only at the stage of an instinct—of human solidarity. It is the unconscious recognition of the force that is borrowed by each man from the practice of mutual aid; of the close dependence of every one’s happiness upon the happiness of all; and of the sense of justice, or equity which brings the individual to consider the rights of every other individual as equal to his own. Upon this broad and necessary foundation the still higher moral feelings are developed."

One need only consider the virulence of the reaction. At least two fields of study (admittedly, overlapping ones) sociobiology and evolutionary psychology, have since been created specifically to reconcile Kropotkin’s points about cooperation between animals with the assumption that we are all ultimately driven by, as Dawkins was ultimately to put it, our “selfish genes.” When the British biologist J.B.S. Haldane reportedly said that he would be willing to lay down his life to save “two brothers, four half-brothers or eight first cousins,” he was simply parroting the kind of “scientific” calculus that was introduced everywhere to answer Kropotkin, in the same way that progress was invented to check Kondiaronk, or the doctrine of the state of exception, to check Bakunin. The phrase “selfish gene” was not chosen fortuitously. Kropotkin had revealed behavior in the natural world that was exactly the opposite of selfishness: the entire game of Darwinists now is to find some reason, any reason, to continue to insist that even the most playful, loving, whimsical, heroically self-sacrificing, or sociable behavior is really selfish after all.

The efforts of the intellectual right to meet the enormity of the challenge presented by Kropotkin’s theory are understandable. As we have already pointed out, this is precisely what they are supposed to be doing. This is why they are referred to as “reactionaries.” They don’t really believe in political creativity as a value in itself—in fact they find it profoundly dangerous. As a result, right-wing intellectuals are mainly there to react to ideas put forward by the Left. But what about the intellectual Left?

This is where things get a bit confusing. While the right-wing intellectuals sought to neutralize Kropotkin’s evolutionary holism by developing entire intellectual systems, the Marxist Left pretended that his intervention had never occurred. One might even hazard to say that the Marxist response to Kropotkin’s emphasis on cooperative federalism was to further develop the aspects of Marx’s own theory that pulled most sharply in the other direction: that is, its most productivist and progressivist aspects. Rich insights from Mutual Aid were at best ignored and, at worst, brushed off with a patronizing chuckle. There has been such a persistent tendency in Marxist scholarship, and by extension, left-leaning scholarship in general, of ridiculing Kropotkin’s “lifeboat socialism” and “naive utopianism” that a renowned biologist, Stephen Jay Gould, felt compelled to insist, in a famous essay, that “Kropotkin was no crackpot.”

There are two possible explanations for this strategic dismissal.

One is pure sectarianism. As already noted, Kropotkin’s intellectual intervention was part of a larger political project. The late nineteenth century and early twentieth saw the foundations of the welfare state, whose key institutions were, indeed, largely created by mutual aid groups, entirely independently of the state, then gradually coopted by states and political parties. Most right and left intellectuals were perfectly aligned on this one: Bismarck fully admitted he created German social welfare institutions as a “bribe” to the working class so they would not become socialists; socialists insisted that anything from social insurance to public libraries be run not by the neighborhood and syndical groups that had actually created them but by top-down vanguardist parties. In this context both saw writing off Kropotkin’s ethical socialist proposals as tomfoolery as a paramount imperative. It’s also worth remembering that—partly for this very reason—in the period between 1900 and 1917, anarchist and libertarian Marxist ideas were much more popular among the working class themselves than the Marxism of Lenin and Kautsky. It took the victory of Lenin’s branch of the Bolshevik party in Russia (at the time, considered the right wing of the Bolsheviks), and the suppression of the Soviets, Proletkult, and other bottom-up initia-tives in the Soviet Union itself, to finally put these debates to rest.

There’s another possible explanation though, one that has more to do with what might be called the “positionality” of both traditional Marxism and contemporary social theory. What is the role of a radical intellectual? Most intellectuals still do claim to be radicals of some sort or another. In theory they all agree with Marx that it’s not enough to understand the world; the point is to change it. But what does this actually mean in practice?

In one important paragraph of Mutual Aid, Kropotkin offers a suggestion: the role of a radical scholar is to “restore the real pro-portion between conflict and union.” This might sound obscure, but he clarifies. Radical scholars are “bound to enter a minute analysis of the thousands of facts and faint indications accidentally preserved in the relics of the past; to interpret them with the aid of contemporary ethnology; and after having heard so much about what used to divide men, to reconstruct stone by stone the institutions which used to unite them.”

One of the authors still remembers his youthful excitement after reading these lines. How different from the lifeless training received in the nation-centered academy! This recommendation should be read together with that of Karl Marx, whose energy went into understanding the organization and development of capitalist commodity production. In Capital, the only real attention to cooperation is an examination of cooperative activities as forms and consequences of factory production, where workers “merely form a particular mode of existence of capital.” It would seem that two projects complement each other very well. Kropotkin aimed to understand precisely what it was that an alienated worker had lost. But to integrate the two would mean to understand how even capitalism is ultimately founded on communism (“mutual aid”), even if it’s a communism it does not acknowledge; how communism is not an abstract, distant ideal, impossible to maintain, but a lived practical reality we all engage in daily, to different degrees, and that even factories could not operate without it—even if much of it operates on the sly, between the cracks, or shifts, or informally, or in what’s not said, or entirely subversively. It’s become fashionable lately to say that capitalism has entered a new phase in which it has become parasitical of forms of creative cooperation, largely on the internet.

This is nonsense. It has always been so.

This is a worthy intellectual project. For some reason, almost no one is interested in carrying it out. Instead of examining how the relations of hierarchy and exploitation are reproduced, refused, and entangled with relations of mutual aid, how relations of care become continuous with relations of violence, but nonetheless hold together systems of violence so that they don’t entirely fall apart, both traditional Marxism and contemporary social theory have stubbornly dismissed pretty much anything suggestive of generosity, cooperation, or altruism as some kind of bourgeois illusion. Conflict and egoistic calcula-tion proved to be more interesting than “union.” (Similarly, it is fairly common for academic leftists to write about Carl Schmitt or Turgot, while is almost impossible to find those who write about Bakunin and Kondiaronk.) As Marx himself complained, under the capitalist mode of production, to exist is to accumulate for the last few decades we have heard little else than relentless exhortations on cynical strategies used to increase our respective (social, cultural, or material) capital. These are framed as critiques. But if all you’re willing to talk about is that which you claim to stand against, if all you can imagine is what you claim to stand against, then in what sense do you actually stand against it? Sometimes it seems as if the academic Left has ended up as a result gradually internalizing and reproducing all the most distressing aspects of the neoliberal economism it claims to oppose, to the point where, reading many such analyses (we’re going to be nice and not mention any names), one finds oneself asking, how different all of this really is from the sociobiological hypothesis that our behavior is governed by “selfish genes!”

Admittedly, this kind of internalization of the enemy reached its heyday in the 1980s and ’90s, when the global Left was in full retreat. Things have moved on. Is Kropotkin relevant again? Well, obviously, Kropotkin was always relevant, but this book is being released in the belief that there is a new, radicalized generation, many of whom have never been exposed to these ideas directly, but who show all signs of being able to make a more clear-minded assessment of the global situation than their parents and grandparents, if only because they know that if they don’t, the world in store for them will soon become an absolute hellscape.

It’s already beginning to happen. The political relevance of ideas first espoused in Mutual Aid is being rediscovered by the new generations of social movements across the planet. The ongoing social revolution in Democratic Federation of Northeast Syria (Rojava) has been profoundly influenced by Kropotkin’s writings about social ecology and cooperative federalism, in part via the works of Murray Bookchin, in part by going back to the source, in large part too by drawing on their own Kurdish traditions and revolutionary experience.

Kurdish revolutionaries have taken on the task of constructing a new social science antagonistic to knowledge structures of capitalist moder-nity. Those involved in collective projects of sociology of freedom and jineoloji have indeed begun to “reconstruct stone by stone the institutions which used to unite” people and struggles. In the Global North, everywhere from various occupy movements to solidarity projects confronting the Covid-19 pandemic, mutual aid has emerged as a key phrase used by activists and mainstream journalists alike. At present, mutual aid is invoked in migrant solidarity mobilizations in Greece and in the organization of Zapatista society in Chiapas. Even scholars are rumored to occasionally use it.

When Mutual Aid was first released in 1902, there were few scientists courageous enough to challenge the idea that capitalism and nationalism were rooted in human nature, or that the authority of states was ultimately inviolable. Most who did were, indeed, written off as crackpots or, if they were too obviously important to be dismissed in this way, like Albert Einstein, as “eccentrics” whose political views had about as much significance as their unusual hairstyles. The rest of the world though is moving along. Will the scientists—even, possibly, the social scientists—eventually follow?

We write this introduction during a wave of global popular re-volt against racism and state violence, as public authorities spew venom against “anarchists” in much the way they did in Kropotkin’s time. It seems a peculiarly fitting moment to raise a glass to that old “despiser of law and private property” who changed the face of science in ways that continue to affect us today. Pyotr Kropotkin’s scholarship was careful and colorful, insightful and revolutionary. It has also aged unusually well. Kropotkin’s rejection of both capitalism and bureaucratic socialism, his predictions of where the latter might lead, have been vindicated time and time again. Looking back at most of the arguments that raged in his day, there’s really no question about who was actually right.

Obviously, there are still those who virulently disagree on this count. Some are clinging to the dream of boarding ships long since passed. Others are well paid to think the things they do. As for the authors of this modest introduction, many decades after first encountering this delightful book, we find ourselves—once again—surprised by just how deeply we agree with its central argument. The only viable alternative to capitalist barbarism is stateless socialism, a product, as the great geographer never ceased to remind us, “of tendencies that are apparent now in the society” and that were “always, in some sense, imminent in the present.”

To create a new world, we can only start by rediscovering what is and his always been right before our eyes.

--Introduction to Kropotkin's "Mutual Aid, An Illuminated Factor of Evolution", by Andrej Grubacic & David Graeber

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