#deanna young

[angelsdean]

there's someone else we forgot to say happy birthday to today, eric kripke's wife, deanna. yes that is her real name. he is so normal<3

[gorgynei]

chetney and deanna circa 500 pd

[erzvolnes]

fearne: i can scry on deanna anytime i want BH: how?? fearne:

[auroura101]

Just a small thought I had while doodling :^)

[contemplationncoffee]

If You Wanted Me Dead, You Should Have Just Said || Multi-Female

[cultfaction]

Land of the Giants

Land of the Giants was a science fiction television series that captivated audiences during its original run from 1968 to 1970. Created by Irwin Allen, the mastermind behind other iconic sci-fi series like Lost in Space, The Time Tunnel, and Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, the show takes viewers on an imaginative journey into a world where a group of people find themselves stranded on an…

[ghostboneswrites2]

I Won’t Tell if You Don’t

Summary: Daryl comes across you smoking in the gazebo.

Era: Alexandria

Pair: Daryl x Reader (I don’t believe readers pronouns are used)

Genre: Casual, stoner vibes

Note: I actually have two versions of this but the other one is spicy 🥵 should I post it?

Warnings: TWD typical stuff, marijuana

      While the other Alexandrians were excited for Deanna’s party for the newcomers, you were just excited to have some time alone while everyone else was gathered in one place. You wandered around the street, searching for a comfortable place to unwind. You eventually settled on the gazebo.

         You held the tip of the thin paper cylinder over the flame of your lighter, spinning it delicately until it was well lit. Finally, you were able to bring it to your lips and taking a puff. The familiar taste brought you joy. You relaxed back into the bench and took another puff. Soon, your eyes felt heavy and the buzz of internal monologue hushed into nothing. At last, you felt some semblance of peace.

        Daryl was going to try to go to the party. Really, he was, but as he stood on Deanna’s front lawn and watched the crowd of bodies through the window, he couldn’t bring himself up the steps. 

         So, he found himself wandering through the streets until a familiar skunky stench wafted into his nostrils. He stopped and turned, scanning his surroundings until his eyes landed on a silhouette in the gazebo. 

        Curiosity took hold of his legs and carried him toward the stranger, masked in darkness, only lit up by the red cherry at the tip of their joint. When you, the young Alexandrian of whom he’d only caught a few quick glances, became clearer in the shroud of darkness and haze of smoke, he tilted his head. You weren’t the type he could easily read, unlike most. The few times he had caught your eyes since he’d arrived, he could never quite make out what it was you were thinking or feeling. 

        The other Alexandrians were curious and wary, or just outright friendly and naive. You always had a knowingness about you, as if everything you saw were things you’d seen before. Nothing seemed to surprise or intrigue you.

        It wasn’t until you finally acknowledged him that he realized he was staring.

        “I won’t tell if you don’t.” You offered, outstretching your arm slowly, lazily offering him a puff. He hesitated, glancing back in the direction of Deanna’s house before he decided he had nothing to lose. He stepped up onto the gazebo and accepted your gesture. The end of the little thing fit perfectly in his lips, the taste familiar as he took a long drag and held it in. He exhaled slowly, a cloud of smoke billowing around you. 

       You studied him. He was brooding and reserved. There was a sadness about him; an unsureness. He always seemed as uncomfortable, always flicking his eyes around, guarding his peripherals. You watched as he pulled the joint back to his lips and took another long drag, his eyelids drooping some as he exhaled again. An aura of calmness settled in the space between you two as he passed your joint back to you. You hissed as you sucked in another puff, exhaling as you spoke: “So, how’s apocalyptic suburbia treating you so far?” 

        He tutted at that, finding that he found the illusion of safety quite uncomfortable. 

        “It’s weird.” He admitted. You nodded.

        “Yeah.” You agreed. “I gotta admit.. Listening to old ladies complain about pasta makers never gets any less weird. Not after living out there.” 

         “How long?” He asked as you took in another hit, blowing rings out of the smoke.

        “Got here like.. I don’t know… Two months ago, maybe? Was on my own before that.” You shrugged. If it weren’t for the slowness of your thoughts, you would have been fighting away memories and flashbacks of the horrors of the world beyond the walls. 

        “Mm.” He nodded, taking the joint back as you passed it again. “Y’all grow this shit here, or somethin’?” 

         You chuckled and shook your head. “Nah, found somebody’s stash before I got here. Running kinda low.” 

        “Any seeds in that stash? Could grow some.” He suggested. 

        “There were a few.” You nodded with a hum. “Wouldn’t know where to start, though. I don’t have much of a green thumb.”

        “I can help.” He offered, finally feeling lazed enough to take a set beside you as he took a hit. 

        “Hell yeah.” You nodded. Your mind was emptying out more and more, the longer you sat there and let the high settle in. He was a tad behind, but he was getting there too. A comfortable silence rose out of the dark, while the two of you enjoyed smoking together. Eventually the joint was running short, burning fingers as you both tried to get the last of what the sticky herb had to offer. When it was out, you tossed it, but neither of you moved. You were both glued by the ass to the bench.

        “Damn.” He finally spoke. His voice was raspy and low, more than usual. “Some good shit.” 

        You giggled.

        “Enjoy it, man.” You said with a stoner-like slowness. “It’s nice to relax sometimes .”

        “Ain’t had no time to relax.” He admitted.

        “Well ya do now.” You reasoned. 

        “Do I?” He asked, mostly to himself, not necessarily intending to say it out loud. You smiled and nudged his arm. 

          “Yeah, until Deanna stops by with work duties and all that jazz.” You retorted.

        “What’d she give you?” He wondered.

        “At first she sent me on a run with her douchebags — I mean sons— but I didn’t like how they operated. Now I give Olivia days off at the armory and the pantry or help with the cars.”

        “Cars? You some kind o’ mechanic?”

        “Nah. My dad was, and my brother after him, so.” You shrugged.

        “My dad was just an asshole. And my brother, after him.” He joked. You snickered.

        “Didn’t take you for a comedian — Uh.. What was your name?”

        “Daryl. You?”

        “(Y/N).” 

        “Huh.” He nodded before his stomach growled. He looked down at his stomach, as did you, then you both met eyes. You laughed at little, a goofy laugh that only escaped your lips when you were in the clutches of THC or alcohol. 

         “Hungry?” You asked.

         “Why, ya got some snacks?” 

        “No.” You giggled. “But Aaron’s making spaghetti tonight and he invited me over.” 

        “Lucky you.” He grumbled. 

        “Come on, Daryl. There’s always extra.” You announced, pushing yourself off the bench and extending him a hand. He eyed you for a moment, searching for an ulterior motive. Ultimately his munchies won, and he allowed you to help him to his feet. 

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I'm on a baby Sarah binge with Joel and Preggo Wife.

@millercontracting this ones for you!

- - - -

2 year old Sarah sitting in her car seat watching outside go by in Joel's truck when she spots something in the neighbors flower bed.

"DADDY!"

"Hmm?"

"Keekee!" She shouts excitedly, pointing out the window.

Joel looks around the street but would have no idea what a keekee would look like if it were right in frojt of his face.

"What's that baby?"

"Kee kee! I WAN keekee!"

"I... honey no 'keekee' now okay?" Hes gonna have to ask you what new definition shes concoted today. You're way better at deciphering and translating Sarah's botched verbiage than he is.

But Sarah starts tossing her legs up and down crying "KEEKEE! I WAN KEE KEE!" All the way home.

And even as he wrestles her squirming body out of the car seat and carries her by her ankles into the house, she's still crying KeeKee over and over again.

"WHAT is a KeeKee!" You shout, running over to carefully take Sarah from Joels inhuman manhandling and set her up right on her tiny feet. You wipe away her eyes as fat tears slide down her chubby red cheeks, boogers spilling down her nose.

"I dont know! She saw something and won't shut up!"

"I WAN KEEKEE!" she wails pointing to the door with slunch shoulders. She huffs each breath and cry as if she's hyperventilating.

"Sarah--"

"KEEKEE. MOMMY KEE KEE. KEE KEE. KEEKEEKEEKEEKEE--"

You take her hand and walk with her outside.

"Where are you going??" Joel shouts from the entryway.

"She could have dropped something! She's not gonna calm until we find out what--"

"Kee kee!" She shouts happily, tugging your arm to pull you towards the neighbors house.

Deanna waves over to you and a very excited Sarah. Your neighbor has one hand protectively slung under the chest of Ramsey, her sphinx cat that you and Joel had baby sat 2 summers ago.

"Hey! Ramses slipped out the front door and was prowling around the garden bed."

Sarah giggly laughs and points to Ramses naked little self.

"Good thing you caught him! Do you mind if Sarah pets him?" You ask hesitantly. She seems to be distracted by the cat, now happy and tugging on your arm incessantly.

Deanna sets down on her knee and shows Sarah how to gently pat Ramses with two fingers on the head.

The toddler crouches down in a squat, giggles excitedly and says "Kee Kee!" As Ramses purrs under her belly.

You and Joel look over at one another in realization and say in unison: "Kitty Kitty!"

-

Sarah looks up to you expectedly 10 seconds later. "Momma, kee kee?" She asks sweetly.

You feel your heart swell at such a brilliantly beautiful display of your young daughter taking passion in love and nature and animals, so gentle and kind and soft, full of heart and warmth, deserving that kind of companionship for herself--

"Absolutely not. Don't you dare," Joel snaps at YOU, knowing the face you were about to make as you turned to him to open your mouth and ask if you could get a KeeKee.

[okami-ojou]

I just love Travis and Aabrya at the table next to each other, their reactions, their faces is always on point and i always just giggle at their sheningans and this time Aabrya playing Chetney's ex-fling, its just perfect. when i heard Deanna making the beanie i had to draw it.. so here we have tiny young Chetney and Deanna

[dadrielle]

God as much as I'm enjoying Team Uthodurn and how much I love Deanna and FRIDA, I am desperate to see Ashton and Orym witnessing Laudna in Professional Survivor mode.

Like those two are so ultimately young compared to her, and while they've had great personal tragedies, they've never lived through anything actually apocalyptic. Laudna basically has.

I want her to pick them up by the scruffs of their forlorn necks and teach them Survival in Any Context (though not at any cost). Show them the Laudna that scrabbled 30 years for a future without knowing if she'd ever really get one. I wanna see a sharp-eyed Laudna who has a mission and has no patience for wallowing in despair.

*grabby handssss*

[sukunasbow]

childhood friends, daryl dixon.

summary: in which you reunite with your childhood friend, only for him to underestimate your value in the current state of the world.

warnings: fem!reader, surgeon!reader, typical twd violence, and not proof read atm.

notes: request from anon! i put a small twist on this request so i hope you enjoy! also i really need to start proof reading my work right away cause i feel like there might be tons of little embarrassing mistakes i haven’t noticed so let me know if that’s a common thing on all my ‘not yet proof read’ fics because if so i’m going to go back and fix them, ty bbies!

One thing Daryl Dixon still remembers about his life before the dead started walking, is his childhood best friend. The girl that he always went to when he was upset, the girl that always knew how to cheer him up, and that same girl that eventually moved away before the two of them started high school, leaving him heartbroken as her and her family drove off to go live in a small community far away from him, not looking back.

Whenever the memories of that girl cloud his mind, he feels pathetic, quickly reminding himself that she’s probably a walker now, having absolutely no memory of him or her own childhood.

However, the one possibility that sounded insane to him, happens to be the reality. That girl is you, who’s younger self hated her parents for ripping her away from everything and everyone she’s known since birth to move to Alexandria, but now is extremely grateful for them, as she has a safe place to stay in during the world going to shit.

“(Y/N).” A loud voice calls you from outside your house, causing you to walk downstairs and open the door. “Deanna, what’s up? It’s like three in the morning.” You sigh, leaning on the door frame, wearing fluffy slippers and a pair of shorts with a tank top. “We have a group that just arrived, some of them need medical attention and check ups.” The older lady explains, bring your attention to the group of people standing in the middle of the road with Aaron. “Alright, one second.” You nod, grabbing your jacket off of the coat rack and quickly putting it on, then following Deanna towards the group.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is (Y/N) (L/N), she’s our nurse and she’s going to do routine check ups on everyone.” The leader of your community explains to the new residents, causing everyone to turn to face you. “Um, I’m gonna check the children first.” You say, a warm smile on your face, hoping to relieve the tension between everyone. “(Y/N)?” Someone says, causing your eyes to follow their voice, being greeted by the sight of someone you recognize. “Daryl?” You gasp. His eyes are wide as you run up to him and hug him, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! I didn’t even know if you were…” You don’t finish your sentence, assuming he knows what you were going to say. “Yeah, same.” He breathes out, warming up to the hug and wrapping his arms around you. “You know her?” Another man cuts in, causing you to pull away from Daryl. “She was my friend way back, before high school.” He explains to the other man, “Sorry, who are you?” You ask. “Rick, Rick Grimes.” The man, who you now know as Rick, hesitantly replies. “Oh, nice to meet you. These are your children, yes?” You glance at the young girl he’s holding and the older boy that’s next to him. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay, Do you mind if I take them to the infirmary and check for bites or injuries? It’s a typical procedure here.” You explain. He doesn’t respond. “You can of course come with us.” You add, hoping it convinced him, “Yeah, sure.” He agrees this time. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You softly smile at Daryl before turning around, “Come with me, please.” You instruct Rick and his family. “(Y/N), let me know if there’s any issues.” Deanna stops you before you start walking, a concerned look in her eyes. You raise an eyebrow, slightly confused at her worried state, “Of course.” You continue walking.

“Okay, Daryl, your turn.” You walk out of the infirmary room, gesturing to the man that’s sitting on the porch of the building, waiting for the other member’s of his group do get done with their checkups. “Mk.” He gets up, following you back into the room, closing the door behind him. “So, just sit here.” You tap on the chair in the middle of the room, “I’m basically just asking you questions about how you feel and checking your temperature, things like that.” You say your usually ‘speech’, something you usually do in hopes of comforting new group members. “Alright.” He sits down, watching as you shuffle around the room, grabbing a pen and clipboard off of one of the counters. “First question, do you have any bites or scratches?” You ask him. “That’s a stupid question. That’s why these people got you askin’?” He scoffs. You bluntly stare at him, “It’s procedure.” The man shakes his head, “Naw.” You check the ‘no’ box on the paperwork. “Okay, common symptoms of being turned include a fever, so I’m going to check your temperature now.” You plsce your clipboard to the side, getting off of the small stool and walking towards a cabinet filled with medical equipment. “Ya even a real nurse?” Daryl asks. “I went to university, then graduated, then became a top surgeon, so yeah, I have most of the skills to help people.” You roll your eyes, turning around and sitting back down on the stool in front of him. “Ahh, big shot.” He hums as you check his temperature. “No fever, you’re hopefully, not infected.” You sarcastically smile. “Now, you and your friend Rick are coming on a supply run with me tomorrow morning, so go get some sleep.” You stand up and gesture for him to leave the infirmary. “Your coming on a supply run? I don’t think you should, it’s dangerous.” He gives you a weird look. “I think I can handle it.” You laugh his comment off. “Based off the rest of these people, y’all don’t stand a chance if these walks come down, not without my group.” He adds. “I can handle myself. Some of the other residents might not have as much skill as your group, but I assure you, I got just as much experience as you. I’ll be a great addition to the supply runs. Anyways, I usually do them, at least before you guys got here.” You glare at him, roughly closing the medical cabinet. He doesn’t say anything, worry and doubt in his mind as he leaves the room, shutting the door and leaving you alone to clean up.

“Morning.” You walk up to the two men that are standing just outside of the gate, talking to each other in low whispers.“Good morning.” Rick turns around when he hears your voice. You nod, not bothering to make any more conversation, considering your last conversation involved Daryl undermining your capability of navigating the state of the world outside of Alexandria. “Close the gates.” You yell back to the lady on watch, you think her name’s Rosita. “Got it.” She starts closing the gate as the three of you walk away from the safe haven, heading towards a nearby town.

“We need more baby food, for, uh, Judith.” You mumble, reading the list on the small crumpled paper you’re holding. “Daryl.” Rick’s panicked voice sends shivers down you spine, causing you to look up with a concerned look on your face, greeted by the sight of a small group of walkers inching closer to you and the two men. “Shit.” You huff. The three of you quickly get your knives ready, moving away from each other and towards the walkers. While Rick and Daryl deal with the rest of the dead, you deal with about five of your own. Plunging your knife into each of their skulls, you quickly kill all of them, leaving blood splatters all over your clothes. “Am I capable of going on supply runs, now?” You turn to face Daryl, opening your mouth to continue, but quickly running towards him when you notice a walker push him over and fall on top of his body. “Rick!” You call the other man’s name, who just finished dealing with another walker, to get his attention. He turns around and is quick to follow you towards the other man. However, you get there before him, standing over the Walker and jamming your knife into the back of it’s head. Letting out a tired sigh, you wipe some more blood off of your forehead, then shoving the body of the walker off of Daryl. “Thanks.” He manages to breathe out. “Mhm.” You nod. You know it’s stubborn to still be pissed about what he said to you when he almost got eaten alive, but considering you saved his life despite his lack of faith in your survival skills, it felt too ironic.

Walking up and down the aisles of the small and abandoned grocery store, Daryl follows you around like a small puppy. “Why are you following me around? Go follow Rick.” You shake your head, tossing another box of old pasta into your bag. “Rick’s in the other store, I wanted to shop in this store.” Daryl scratches the back of his neck, attempting to create an excuse to walk with you, or really, follow behind you. “Sure.” You roll your eyes. “Hold this.” You abruptly stop and pass your bag to Daryl, the man taking it from you and watching as you stand up on your toes to reach a different box of pasta that’s on the highest shelf. “Here.” You drop the pasta box down, Daryl managing to catch it with your bag. Standing back down, you take the bag back from him, before moving to walk down the next aisle. “I’m sorry, alright? I know you’re capable of handling yourself, I just hadn’t seen you in so long and all those other residents have barely even seen the outside world since moving to that place.” He huffs, grabbing your arm before you can continue to sulk around the store. “I haven’t seen you in, I don’t even know how long at this point, and one of the first real conversations we had, involved you making a snap judgement and regarding me as useless aside from being a nurse.” You look at him, your tone harsh. “I’m sorry, how many times I gotta say it?” Daryl scoffs. “I want you to admit that you were wrong.” You cross your arms, holding them up your chest, your mouth pressed into a firm line. “Fine.” He pauses, “I was wrong, you’re not useless, I never even meant to say that.” He continues. His voice is low like usual, but his facial expression tells a different story, a soft look in his eyes with a small but genuine smile forming. “You’re forgiven.” You hold yourself back from smiling, “I guess.” You shrug. “You’re more stubborn than me, huh?” He laughs. “Always been that way, remember when I didn’t talk to you for a full day because you took my ice cream?” You playfully bump his arm with your arm, “Oh, I remember.” He says.

Daryl never thought he’d see you again, but now that he’s standing right in front of you, the two of you laughing and making jokes, he can start to feel those certain butterflies he felt in his stomach from when he was younger. The butterflies that only showed up whenever he was near you.

[tempest-blade]

At the end of Downfall when The Dawnfather stands at the end of the water and let’s Ayden fall away I was struck by the image Aabria described with Deanna. How when she was dead she was a snowflake melting into a vast ocean and the Dawnfather brought her back.

I’d like to imagine the Dawnfather letting that water run through his fingers and instead of tears washing away Ayden the running water reformed Deanna. And I would hope that before the rough ride that is feeling, being, again came crashing in, that Deanna got to see a kind young man’s face before the light of the sun blotted out her vision and she woke alive again.

Deanna may have had Words with the Dawnfather and may have complex feelings around her resurrection but even in the Dawnfather’s displeasure at her, her fire is exactly why Deanna stands in his light.

( @quiddie and @nickmarini just make me feel a lot of things okay and have added so much complexity to the rich fabric of the Dawnfather that we got to see w VM)

[taylormarieee]

~Drunk in Love~

Summary: You and Daryl are both skeptical of Alexandria. So you two go out for a smoke and a drink and things get a little heated.

Word Count:1.2k

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Fem!Reader

Warnings: P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (F reciving), Fingering, Creampie, 18+ Minors DNI, High and Drunk Sex, References and Use of Alcohol, Plot then Sex

You and the group arrive at Alexandria. You are very skeptical but you trust Aaron. He seems nice and you like him. The gates open and you are met by some dude who's name is Nicholas.

"Hand over your Weapons" Nicholas says.

"Ugh I dont think were gonna do that buddy. If we wanted to kill you we would have done it by now." You say shifting your weight.

"Yea uhm were gonna be holding on to these. Got a problem with that?" Rick asks tilting his head.

"No-No that won't be necessary. Were gonna let you keep your weapons. Your all gonna have to talk to Deanna though." Aaron says.

"Who's Deanna!" Abraham says. Everybody's Attention is on Aaron and Nicholas as we wait for them to explain.

"I'll take you to her. For now I will show you where will be staying." Aaron smiles walking away. " Follow me."

You walk next to Carl and steal his hat. He pushes you and easily grabs his hat back. "Cheater." You say smiling. "Thief!" he says laughing as well.

You all enter the house and is getting Interviewed by Deanna one by one. After You all are Interviewed, Deanna announces she's having A house party. You didn't want to go but you wanted to get a little drunk so you went.

Everybody looked nice, Rick had shaved his beast of a beard, and Rosita dressed nicely, same as Abraham. We all looked nice. I had noticed that Daryl wasn't here with everybody else. I made a mental note to go look for him later. I walked up to the bar and grabbed drink after drink.

"Hey Rick! Wanna drink." I ask giggling. "Sweetheart? Are you ok? Yah really shouldn't be drinkin this much." He says smiling walking over to you.

"But it's a party!! So let's party!" I say happily. Rick shook his head, "Go find some water." He says holding your arm. "You know what? I'm gonna go find Daryl! Bye Ricky!" I say sluggishly walking out of Deanna's house with a Jack Daniels bottle and two cups.

You walk to the house the group and you are staying at. You walk closer to see someone standing smoking on the poarch. You immediately know who that long haired, vest wearing man is. Daryl Dixon. You've had a crush on daryl ever since the Prison when he was finally stepping up and providing for the group. You've always found daryl attractive but you never thought the feelings were mutual.

Sometimes there were looks and glances, Touches that lingered to long, and tension in the air you could cut it with a knife. You walk up the steps and see Daryl wip around knife in hand.

"Woah buddy, It's just me. I come bearing gifts!" I say shaking the cups and Jack Daniels bottle. He smiled and laughed.

"Ya too young for tha. Whatcha know 'bout Jack Daniels?" He said walking towards you grabbing a cup. " Number one I'm not too young Mr. Dixon and Two I know alot about Jack Daniels." I say giggling

Daryl grumbles at you and scrunches his nose. " Wanna smoke wit me?" He asks taking a puff of the Cigarette.

"Yea sure!" You say grabbing the Cigarette.

After about an hour or two of drinking and smoking you both are extremely wasted, talking about nonsense.

"Ok ok!" You say giggling, " your turn! "

"I don't like this game. It's stupid." He says chuckling.

"C'mon Daryl you have to have another question you wanna ask me?!" You turn to look at him and smile nudging his arm to go on. "Ok fine. Have you ever fucked an older guy? Not like old old but like mid 20's Early 30's?" Daryl asks with a smirk.

"Oh god Daryl! You sicko! I am 26!" I say shocked.

"Still ain't answer ma question." He says smiling. You roll your eyes and chuckle.

"Fine! No Daryl I have not." You say kicking his foot. He grunts, "Well imma have to change that." He says grabbing your face to puff smoke in your mouth. You gladly open your mouth to receive it only to be met with an wet, opened mouth kiss.

You grab his neck and pull him closer receiving a groan from the man. He grabs your waist pulling you closer. You back up as he pushed you forward to the front door.

Your hands fumble around to find the door knob. after 2 minutes of struggle you finally open the door drunkenly giggling and laughing the whole way up the stairs to your bedroom.

The moment that bedroom door closed you two couldn't keep your hands off one another. Tearing off each others clothes, slowly but surely making your way to the bed. You plop down on the bed and daryl makes his way on top of you.

Your dripping wet. Slick running from your slit all the way to your thighs and soaking the bed. Daryl pries your legs open staring at your glistening cunt. "Yer so pretty you know tha?" Daryl says biting his lip

Before you can even respond you feel Daryl's warm tongue on your clit flicking back and forth, up and down and all around. Your met with a wave of pleasure between your legs. He licks from your slit and back to your clit sucking roughly on your clit. You moan out in pleasure, screaming his name over and over again.

He grunts and moans against your pussy sending vibrations through your entire body. You feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. Feels like a bubble about to burts. You grab onto his beautiful brown locs pushing his head further in while trying to ride his face.

You feel your climax approaching very quickly. Your on the edge when you feel Daryl stick two fingers inside you. You let out an audible moan followed by a series of whimpers and you cum all over Daryls face and Fingers.

You start to giggle at the feeling of your release finally being released. Daryl comes to you face and kisses you passionately, while stroking his cock. "Yer ready f'me big girl?" He says lining his cock up with your entrance. You hastily shake your head whimpering, "Please Daryl. I wanna feel you Inside me!" you whimper out.

Daryl chuckles and begins penetrating you. You wince at the feeling considering how big he is but that pain soon forms into pleasure and you moan as he bottoms out. He slowly but roughly starts thrusting into you. His thrusts are rough aggressive and slow making you squirm under him whimpering and begging him to go faster.

"Please Daryl please go faster." You beg holding onto to his broad shoulders. "So Impatient sweet girl." Daryl teases. He listens to your pleas and proceeds to fuck you at a faster and rough pase showering you with praises.

"Look at ya baby, takin me so well."

"You keep squeezin me like tha and I won't last."

"Imma cum in this pretty, tight pussy."

"Oh yes daryl please come inside me!" You whine out feeling Daryl twitch inside. you. And with a few more rough, erratic thrusts, Daryl. shoots his load inside you. He rubs tight, rough circles on your clit making you cum in a matter of seconds. He fucks you through both of your highs. All that can be heard is your pants and giggles. You both cuddle up together as Daryl whispers sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your thigh.

"I guess fucking an older guy is better." You say smiling. "Yer damn right it is!" Daryl grunts.

You two slowly drift off to sleep, awaiting for tomorrow in this suspicious place called Alexandria.

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[lostyesterday]

One of my favorite types of relationships in Star Trek are close friendships between characters who are in certain ways exact opposites but who nonetheless get along really well and have found strong common ground on which to base their relationship. Some examples:

Data and Deanna: Opposite relationships to emotion and opposite methods of attempting to understand/connect with other people. Deanna literally senses other people’s emotions and is about as intimately connected with emotion as a person can be, while Data believes he has no emotions and has difficulty understanding the emotional states of others. Despite this, they get along really well and greatly respect each other’s perspective. Part of the reason is potentially because both characters have a strong drive to reach out to and connect with other people, even if their starting points for this goal and their methods of attempting to accomplish it are very different.

Kira and Jadzia: Opposite in a lot of ways, but particularly in terms of their relationships to religion and other elements of their respective cultures. Religion and other aspects of Bajoran culture are deeply central to Kira’s identity and understanding of the world, whereas Jadzia couldn’t care less about religion and has an ambivalent relationship with her own culture. Sometimes, she rebels against it or seems to turn away from it in favor of seeking connections with other cultures (such as Klingon or Ferengi culture). They also have opposite personalities in many ways – such as their opposite approaches to leisure with Kira unable to relate to Jadzia’s ways of enjoying herself. Yet despite these major differences in ideology and approach to life, the two of them spend a lot of time together and are close friends. Maybe this is partially because one thing they do both have in common is a sort of open-mindedness about difference – an acceptance of a difference of perspective as it is without truly resolving it. (Up to a point, of course, especially in Kira’s case, but I do think that the fact that both of them have several close friendships with characters with whom they disagree on a large number of topics indicates that they share this open-mindedness).

Jake and Nog: Opposite life trajectories. They come from very different cultures and are introduced to the audience in opposite ways (as a well-behaved child vs. a petty criminal), but the strength of their connection is immediate and enduring despite all the barriers put between them. What makes the contrast between them extra interesting is how Nog is the one to become a Starfleet officer, and how the contrast between their personalities in later seasons (Nog being rigid and organized while Jake is more relaxed and disorganized) is very much not what you’d expect when you first meet their characters in season 1.

Harry and B’Elanna: Opposite relationships to/histories with Starfleet. Harry is the golden boy – the young prodigy with a bright future who represents the very best of Starfleet and can (supposedly) do no wrong. B’Elanna seemingly failed Starfleet and was failed by Starfleet in every sense. She couldn’t make it through the Academy because she felt like she couldn’t belong there – because she was made to feel that way throughout her life. And yet it’s within Starfleet (at least the make-shift Starfleet on Voyager) that the two of them connect and become friends. And maybe in some ways that’s because you don’t need to go far below the surface to see cracks in Harry’s supposed Starfleet perfection, and also because it takes only the promise of belief and support from a few (including Harry) for B’Elanna to reforge her connection with Starfleet.

Mariner and Boimler: Opposite personalities in basically every way (at least initially). Mariner is bold, rebellious, and reckless while Boimler is a cautious obsessive rule-follower. They approach basically every situation in opposite ways, and yet they are inseparable best friends. It’s interesting to see them both become a little more like each other over time, and maybe that trajectory is partly why they’re so close.

Interestingly, in some of these cases, what initially seems to be a great difference between two characters actually becomes a source of common ground between them – a contrast becomes a parallel. I find this kind of connection between characters who might in theory be opposed to each other very compelling. In a way, characters being best friends despite being really different gets to the heart of what Star Trek, at its best, is about.

[jaegermonstrous]

So I've got Thoughts on Worf. Disclaimer, these are all heavily informed by own experiences and background, ymmv. Also disclaimer, I haven't gotten around to watching PIC yet. It's on my list, but I'm not there yet. But anyway.

So, Worf in TNG is pretty much our biggest exposure to the Klingon culture so far, and he's pretty consistent with the other Klingons we see. He's a big and tough warrior guy with the Stoic Warrior Thing going on. He's constantly getting his ass handed to him to show the audience the bad guys of the week are Serious Business. He's a pretty awful father, but we have no reason to believe other Klingons are much better. He's apparently got enough of a soft/personable side that he dates Deanna Troi for a bit [no shade to the actors here, but the logic behind that pairing has never worked for me, or at least the writers never did enough legwork to make it believable to my ace and autistic self]. But mostly, he's a Big Stoic Warrior Man from a culture of Big Stoic Warrior Men.

But Worf in DS9 is much less isolated from other Klingons, and it's here where - to me - he becomes incredibly interesting as an example of someone trying to reconnect with their heritage as an adult, especially someone who's either felt pressured to perform their culture "correctly" to an outsider [Federation] standard, or who's never had significant contact with the huge diversity of their culture and kind of internalized the idea that "this is how you perform my culture correctly" from a very limited amount of sources, and therefore become kind of an asshole about it when people [other Klingons] don't do or be as you expect them to.

From the doylist perspective we can just say "well, the DS9 writers really diversified the Klingons," but I find the watsonian perspective far more interesting; here you have Worf, the first and [so far] only Klingon serving in Starfleet, who was removed from his culture as a young child and raised by Humans [no shade to the Rozhenkos here, I think they did their best to raise Worf with an awareness of his origins]. He's been aware most of his life of being the only Klingon in a room full of Humans and other Federation species, most of whom have Expectations of what Meeting A Real Klingon would be like. So Worf, with his mostly second-hand knowledge of Klingon culture and a huge wall of Expectations surrounding him at every turn, becomes what he thinks of as The Ideal Klingon. He's stoic, he's gruff, he barely ever cracks a smile, and when you put him in the room with a bunch of diverse DS9 Klingons, he comes across as a caricature.

Let's look at some of the DS9 Klingons, and I think you'll see what I mean.

First up - Kaga, the Klingon chef. I personally love Kaga, and I wish we had gotten to see more of him. He's our first real indicator that Klingons in DS9 are Built Different. He's cheerful, he doesn't dress in a warrior's armor, he plays that Klingon accordion thing and sings to his patrons. He's a glimpse of what Klingons outside the military are probably like. I love that the DS9 writers did this, showcasing that Klingons [like so many of the non-Humans we get in DS9] are just people.

Next, we have Kor, the Dahar Master. Again, I adore Kor. In some ways he's a throwback to TOS Klingons, who were conniving, and mocking, and just generally Untrustworthy and would 100% stab you in the back if they thought it would get them what they wanted. But he's also a fantastic example of a DS9 Klingon. Kor is old, and tired, and kind of a drunk, and beginning to lose touch with his abilities and reality. But he's also clever, and cunning, and you can really see the intelligence and the ferocity that made him so formidable to Kirk and the TOS crew back in the day. And he's also charming and kind of a sweetheart, and he genuinely loves Dax like family. He's well-rounded in a way we don't get to see Worf be for a while. And even when we contrast Kor with Kang and Koloth, two other Klingons from the same era who align more with the TNG Stoic Warrior Man stereotype, you can see where their characters are much fuller. They have a history and a familiarity with each other and with Dax that really shines through. I mean, they swore blood oaths with a Trill. Yeah, Dax had to work really hard to be accepted by the Klingons, but once Curzon crossed that line, Kang, Koloth, and Kor were ride or die for Dax.

Third - General Martok. Martok is IMO the best foil to Worf, and sort of an example of who Worf might be someday [again, I haven't seen Worf in PIC yet]. And I really love Martok as someone who's very like Worf in a lot of ways, but also highlights how Worf has really made himself into a caricature of what Being A Klingon is all about. Yeah, Martok is big and tough and stoic, but you also see in the prison camp and later how that's not all of what Martok is. He has faith in and respect for his fellow prisoners in the camp, even the Romulans [who you'd think would be the last people a Klingon would ever trust or respect]. He's a Wife Guy, which I just adore. He's got a sharp sense of humor, he's got trauma from being held as a prisoner of the Dominion for so long, he's friends with Local Twink Julian Bashir.

Martok is also the one who talks Worf down from being such a hardline asshole. When Alexander comes aboard the Rotarran, it's Martok who helps them start to build a better relationship. When it looks like the Worf-Dax wedding is off, it's Martok who encourages Worf to soften his stance [yes, it's also implied Dax is pressured into apologizing to Sirella, but that's another post for another day]. Martok is the example of being a Stoic Warrior Man while also being a rounded person.

This isn't to say Worf doesn't grow on his own, but a lot of his growth happens in DS9 in ways that [to me] read as someone who's really only engaged in their culture in a vacuum or in an abstract way, and now he's hanging out with other Klingons, he's Making Friends with other Klingons, and he has the space [and is actively encouraged by other Klingon characters] to soften his stance and be a little more rounded.

I could also talk about Dax here, and her interactions with Klingon culture and how those affect Worf, but I think I'm done for now.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XV)

XV. The Canary

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are trying… to get everything you all deserve. 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, low self esteem thoughts (there we go in Daryl’s head again) I want to say that what he “thinks” is what he thinks, not I, alright? didn’t know how to say it hahaha, illusions of someone who’s dead, hits of nudity. 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright... I'm growing impatient so...

Daryl watched you sleep comfortably, flanked by Tara and Rosita, and a feeling of guilt settled on his chest.

He watched the rest of his family, making it here, in this nice community, and he felt even worse. He was pushing you away, and he didn’t even know why. He felt himself feeling uneasy, even though you were now in the safest palace you could be.

Everybody was going to settle in here, and he wasn’t

He was not going to make it, all he had received from the people in Alexandria were scared glances, and then he remembered why… He meant it as he thought, he believed it, if you had seen him, in the old world, in the street or something, he was sure you would have walked in a different direction, any of them would, he knew it.

And now? You were living in a 800.000 dollar house community, that mirrored the old world as you all knew it, the best part of it, and here he was.

Daryl wasn’t an idiot, he saw the way Deanna’s sons looked at you, and who wouldn’t? now you were going to realize how good you could truly have it, and he wasn’t on that package. So he started to pull away, before you would. 

And this happened in the matter of mere days, this hard realization

At first, the first day, he didn’t buy it, but then he started to, and that scared him the most.

This was real

But you deserved it, Carl, Judith, they deserved it too. You deserved to be here, his entire family deserved it too. So you had to make it work, and he was going to be content by just being here, with you, even if from afar.

That’s why he met with Rick and Carol beyond the walls the very next morning. The three of them shared the same concern

“They have a cradle filled with guns, they never use them, they are never gonna know they’re missing”, said Carol

“Do you think they won’t notice?”, asked Rick

“It should be easy, I’ll sneak in, I’ll leave the latch unlocked”, muttered Carol, “we can come back when it’s empty”

“what if someone closes it?”, asked Daryl

“We can try another day”, said Carol dismissively 

“How is the group taking this?”, asked Rick, “we can’t let them know, but… I want to know what they are thinking”

“They seem ok”, said Carol, Rick looked at Daryl

“What is she thinking about all of this?”, asked Rick. Daryl looked at his friend through his hair. He didn’t say names but he knew exactly who Rick was referring to. 

“How should I know?”, he asked back, defensively

“You two talk”, he said, softly

“She is weary”, he said, “still on guard, she is ready to jump at any moment but she will enjoy this as much as she can”, he said, or that is what it looked like on your end, “I had seen ‘er, trying to grab her gun, but its not there anymore”, Rick and Carol shared looks. 

“Well, relax her”, said Rick, Carol looked at him smirking, with a sneaky glint in her eyes. Rick walked away and she wasted no time in pushing him playfully by his shoulder

“Relax her Daryl”, she teased

“Shut up”, he growled. Rick stood there, watching the interaction closely, and then, he and Carol just stared at the archer, “wha’?”

“You clearly like her”, said Rick

“Na”

“And she likes you”, he continued

“She doesn’t like me”, he said, like he was 15 again

“For the love of god you are thick”, mocked Carol, “Daryl, she is crazy about you, have you seen those puppy eyes of her?”

“Nah”, he said, shaking his head, “why would she? she is… from another world, completely, she is… young, she knows more than one language…”, both Carol and Rick snorted

“So?”, asked Rick

You took a soft breath as you looked at the room you had picked for yourself, in the bigger house, where you had been sleeping, and you picked a room on the third floor. By the one that wasn’t quite finished yet. It was comfortable, meant to be some sort of entertaining room. The roof was on an A-shape, making it shorter in two of the walls, but that detail made it more… homey, once you get a few pillows and cushions on the bed, some color, this space was to be your home, as the house you were going to share with Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Daryl, who, in a kind of funny way, had taken the basement for himself. 

Only when you stood there, watching your room, and you realized the house was empty, you actually jumped onto your bed as if you were a little kid again. taking the time to enjoy the warmth of the sun in your face through the windows. 

Old habits die hard, and from here you could access the roof easily, even though you were on the third floor. It was safer. 

You couldn’t wait to get out there again, scavenge, to bring things back here… to your room, to decorate it, and then you almost slapped yourself for thinking this sort of thing in the middle of the apocalypse. 

Even though the arrival had been… difficult, to say the least, the crash between your group and the Alexandrians had been brutal, you could tell that things were going for the better. You all were getting ready to adapt to “society” again, it wasn’t going to be easy… Tonight was going to be the first step… of your people adapting, tonight was going to be the “welcome” dinner Deanna had set up for you all, and you were… nervous, because as you had hopes for your team, you also had fears.

What if it didn’t happen? What if you were to be cast out? What if your team didn’t adapt? you weren’t all convinced about this either, even now you had fucking air conditioning, and your own room, in your own house… You were going to need to adapt to the chain of command in this place, to adapt to the people and their customs and “laws”, and “rules”. You didn’t want to bend to their wants either. 

You took what Daryl had told you to heart… the people who you truly cared about, where those seventeen people in your group, you had created a comfortable dynamic… you knew them, you were some sort of warped up family.

Could you try? you were excited about the job that had been given to you, but you also figure out that, even that was conditional… 

You did not want to go to the party tonight, your social anxiety taking a hold on you again, but you had to try, right? you had to make an effort.

You didn’t know three of the strongest members of your family were plotting, though, their feelings on the matter… similar to yours, their fears, of not adapting, but they took it a bit far, as they were not willing to be kicked out, but rather… 

They were set on conquest. 

. . .

Daryl breathed in heavily, he even looked at the house, lit up with life, he recognized Glenn, Maggie, even Noah, through the windows, he heard the laughs and the talks, he… stopped himself from going to this party, Aaron thought he should, so here he was, trying… 

“Look at you… little brother”, he closed his eyes, he knew he was imagining it, he knew Merle couldn’t possibly be by his side, talking in his ear, “planning on joining those fine people over there?”, he mocked, “Do you think they’ll want a dirty redneck like you hanging around?”, he couldn't answer, he just couldn’t, “they would have hide their wallets and nice things if they saw you coming, lookin’ all native like that”

“Shut up”, he mumbled

“What are you doing, creeping around?”, you asked Daryl, and he flinched, you clearly caught him off guard, he turned to look at you, and he stared for a little. You had put some more effort into your outfit tonight, only to get to the party.

“Why are you not in ‘ere?”, he mumbled, like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar 

“I didn't like fake dinner parties back then I don’t like them now”, you said quickly, he eyed you up and down. 

“You look like yer’ fit right in ‘ere”, he said, “all dolled up”, you laughed, to take the tension out of the environment. You already had reservations about attending, but Daryl might be just the one to help you decide after all. 

“Believe me I don’t”, you said quickly with a chuckle. “I would rather be…”, with you, you thought, “anywhere”, you whispered finally, he only hummed. “Why didn’t you go in?”, you asked him, he looked back at you, with that looks that said he didn’t want to tell you about it, but, he then softened his gaze and looked back at the house

“An outdoors cat dun belong inside”, he muttered, you only chuckled

“Who the fuck said that?”, you mocked with a smile, he looked back at you, seeming impressed, “we are not cats, Daryl, we are people, survivors”

“Dun’ matter”, he said, shaking his head, “I dun belong in ‘ere”, you looked at him with sad eyes, and he didn’t like it at all

“You might think that, Daryl, that you do not belong here, but you belong with us”, you said with a sure face. “And right now, we might belong here, we will make it ours, this place, we will adapt, they will adapt”, you said. He smiled shyly, and nodded.

“I’m gonna go”, he muttered, he had taken seriously the things you had said, he did…

“Daryl”, you called, he looked up at you, “you deserve nice things, you deserve to be loved and cared for, you know? you deserve to be here, with your family that loves you”, you said, and you said it truthfully, because without him, you all would probably die of starvation. 

“Why are ya’ sayin these things?”, he asked, truly… touched… shaken, more accurately 

“Because I mean them”, you said, “and you deserve to hear them”, you said, you walked until you reached him, grabbing onto his hand, he let you, “I don’t know why you had been… pushing me away lately, but.. I just want to say… I don’t like it”, you confessed, “I miss you”

“Sorry ‘bout tha”, he muttered, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he squeezed your hand back, that single contact, make the both of you tingle with excitement

“If we are not going to the party, I think we should… get something to eat”, you suggested, and he nodded. You walked back towards your house, and you had a feeling in your belly, that something might…

“Why are you both not at the party?”, you turned to meet  Aaron, coming out of his house

“Why ain’t you?”, Daryl asked back

“I’m taking care of Erick, I have the perfect excuse”, he said softly, “come, both of you”, he said signaling for you to enter his house, “I have wine, we can make pasta”, he said softly

“Eh no”, you said, they both looked at you, “I can make pasta”, you said, putting emphasis on the “I” part. They both smiled as you almost ran towards his house.

Daryl, surprisingly, followed you to Aaron’s house, and you were so relieved

“Hey Erick!”, you greeted

“Hey! nice to see you again”

“How are you holding on?”, you asked

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’m fine”

“Alright! Let's fire this up!”, you said gleefully, and you took complete control of the kitchen, Aaron even took out his vinyl collection, putting on some classics

You almost cried when you saw those cradles filled with dry pasta, it was part of your favorite dish, and making the sauce to go with it was another part you enjoyed too much.

“Walker killer and killer sauce maker”, said Erick with a smile as he savored the sauce you were making

“Well, you better take notes because I never make the same sauce twice”, you said happily. “Not because I want to but because I never take the measures”, you laughed, your eyes crossed with Daryl’s, and for the first time he has been here, he smiled sincerely, looking at you. 

The four of you ate, sharing funny stories about your life before, and even about recently.

“So, when you are out there, if you find a pasta maker… you really would be doing all of us a favor”, ended Erick

“When he is out there?”, you asked, “what do you mean?”, you looked at allt he men on the table

“You didn’t ask him yet”, said Erick, to Aaron

“Not yet”, he said with a nervous smile

“Wha’?”, asked Daryl. Aaron invited him to the garage, and you were left alone with Erick, not that you minded.

“He is going to ask him to be the new recruiter”, he said softly. And a pang of bitterness spread on your chest

“That means he will be going out there a lot, right?”, you asked him, he caught you in a second

“He can take care of himself”, he said softly

“I know”, you assured him, but him going out there, with only Aaron as company, for days at a time, made something bitter settle in your chest. But at the same time, you knew he was going to be perfect for the job.

A couple of hours later found the both of you walking back home in silence…

“Did you say yes?”, you asked him softly

“Yeah”, he said. 

“So…”, you teased softly, “you are all in now, right?”, you really wanted to know what he thought about all of this, about this place, “putting on the team’s pants”, he chuckled softly

“Guesso”, he said 

“Do you really want to stay here?”, you asked him

“Judith n’ Carl, they deserve it”, he said, repeating like a parrot, what you believe he had told himself many times already since you crossed the gates. 

“But that will not be enough”, you muttered

“How ‘bout ya?”, he asked. 

“I want to give it a try, although, I get it’s not going to be easy”, you looked at him, and, as when you first found him staring at the house… you felt like a pull. “Daryl”, you called, but you didn’t even know what you were going to say

“Mmm?”, he hummed, looking back at you

“I…”, you got quiet, rethinking what you were about to say, “when you go out there… come back”, you said, your voice trembling

“I’ll always come back”, he assured you. You wanted to say more, he did too, but the words just couldn't come out of your mouths. You kept walking, until you reached the house

“So…”, you said, “you chose the basement…”, you said with a tone of mockery

“Ya chose the damn attic”, he said back. You laughed

“Old habits die hard I guess”, you whispered, you were standing on the porch now, and you guessed that if you entered, the night was going to be over.

But he didn’t want to go in, and neither did you. Your eyes looked him up and down, he still looked the very same he did when he first got here.

“Some more than others”, you observed with a teasing smile on your face

“Wha?”, he asked, a smile sneaking into his face.

“Still haven’t taken that shower, uh?”

“Yes I did”, he chuckled, but was a bit defensive

“Cheater cheater pumpkin eater”, you sang. You looked at him to find him staring back at you. An amused glint on his face, “what are you so afraid of?”, you asked him.

Of not seeing your face everyday, of not being enough for you, of being rejected by you

Daryl just looked at your face, everything and nothing going through his mind at the same time. 

“And she likes you”

“Daryl, she is crazy about you, have you seen those puppy eyes of her?”

“Come on little brother”, Merle was right there, behind you, “you know she wants to, just get in there!”, and then he started making nasty sounds, vulgar ones, with his tongue as he was… “pretty thing she is!”, he kept teasing him.

Daryl lost your eye contact, shaking his head softly

Have you gone too far? you thought, maybe you insulted him

“Show me”, he said, you looked at him wide eyed. A sneaky smile appeared on your face. 

Your heart was beating strong inside your chest, with excitement, did he really meant? you didn’t know what he meant, but you wanted to find out. 

But the door to the house opened, and Rick showed up, looking at the both of you. You both separated from one another, not even realizing you had come that close in the first place. 

Rick looked at the pair of you and smiled

“Why weren’t you at the party?”, he was mocking you, and you felt like you were being given an earful by your parent, you looked at him wide-eyed

“We were.. uh…”

“We were going to but we….”, you and Daryl mumbled at the same time. 

You had been “caught”, you no longer had the house to yourselves, so you just nodded, shamefully.

“I need to talk to you”, Rick said softly, speaking to you

“Right now?”, you asked him

“Yes”, he said. Daryl just grumbled something and entered the house, Rick exited and stood there. You sat together on the porch 

“I was planning to go, I got distracted…”, you rambled, Rick thought you were lying, he sighed loudly, in exasperation

“You know why I made the decision of letting you stick around with us?”, he asked, you looked at him

“My incredible personality?”, he chuckled 

“No”, he said softly, shaking his head

“Walker bait”, you said then with a small smile, “and then I just kept holding onto life”, you said, he chuckled again

“Your humanity”, he answered, “you still got yours, and I wanted that for my son, and for myself, and for the group”, you were touched, you were, but you also didn’t know what to answer to that. You shared looks and you nodded

“Meeting the lot of you it's been the best thing that’s ever happened to me since this started”, you whispered. He placed his hand on your shoulder

“Please…”, he said “talk to me”, you sighed.

“About?”, you asked him. You thought about what Maggie and Michonne had said, that he listened to you. You didn’t think much of it until now. 

“I need you to tell me, what you think about this place”, he said softly. You both sat on the chairs on the porch.

“I don’t know Rick”, you murmured, “it’s fine, it is, it’s too good to be true, we won the apocalypse lottery, but…”, you felt his eyes drilling into you, “I don’t know, it would have been cooler to find a place just for ourselves, you know?”, you asked, “it’s gonna be hard to start dancing to someone else's tune… I feel like we were a pack of wild wolves and now… we get to play with the show poodles”, he chuckled

“Yeah I see what you mean”

“Out there yeah it’s wild, but it can also be freeing”, you continued, “and now we suddenly have to remember we have rules, and we have to be polite, have manners, and we have to ask for things that we need or want…”, he hummed, “and we need to talk about fucking pasta makers”, you continued, “its surreal”

“Are you gonna try?”, he asked, looking at you

“Of course I will, I belong with you, with my family”, you said, convinced, “and if you think we can make it work, we will”, he hummed, pleased, put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and then walked away from you.

You just sat there, looking down the street of Alexandria

“Cockblocker”, you whispered into the night air, and then you just giggled.

Post chapter notes: So the cat's out of the bag! Rick told her why he is like that with reader, we, are Rick's "canary", so, he needs to keep us alive so he can be too, or something like that jaja

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