#dog training atlanta

[northgeorgiadogtraining]

What Do We Suggest Regarding Initial Training Tips for a New Puppy?

Let’s think back to when we were in Grade School.  Most of the time, if anyone asked about Grade School, we would talk about Math Class, English Class, History Class, etc. When we came home and our parents asked us what we learned in school that day, we would say that we learned our “seven’s tables”, memorized five more state capitals, read about Washington crossing the Delaware, etc.

These were all things that we believed we learned that day.  We sat in class, opened our books, and were taught things by our teacher.  At the end of the day, we knew more than we did at the start, so that must be learning.

The above is true, but it is only the beginning.  We didn’t tell our parents all the other things that were part of our learning experience that day.  It is often the case that these “overlooked learning experiences” are the most important learning experiences we encounter.

We didn’t tell our parents about the interesting interactions we had while at recess.  We didn’t mention the conversations we had while at lunch.  We didn’t tell them about what we saw while walking home from school.  All of these things, and more, are critical in our ongoing learning experience.

When we start to teach our new puppy “everything he will need to know”, we must remember to include “all the things he will need to know” to be a great puppy. This is more than just “Come” and “Heel”.

Robin and I have a great dog training blog that will help you understand about “all the other things” you will need to teach your puppy. Please take a moment to read our dog training article titled “What Do We Suggest Regarding Initial Training Tips for a New Puppy”.

https://northgeorgiadogtraining.com/initial-training-tips-for-a-new-puppy-buckhead/

[thatsleepymermaid]

So, Andre Dickens has lied about the total cost of cop city to the citizens of Atlanta.

Instead of the 30 million originally planned,

Cop City will instead cost tax payers 67 million!

That's more than twice as much as promised!

The majority of Atleans oppose cop city being built so that's tax payer money going to a unsupported cause without any vote.

If you are in Atlanta please attend the second public comment on June 5th. If not from Atlanta make sure this problem is heard about all across the world. With all the misogynic, transphobic, homophobic, and racist laws being pass right now, I fear that this facility will be used to further the fascism present in the U.S.

Not to mention the ecological disaster this will cause

These pictures were taken by drone only three months from each other. The sediment and runoff from this alone far exceeds the national limit and it will only get worse with the chemical runoff from the explosives that will be used.

I know the world's sort of gone to the dogs lately but please please please don't let this go out of the public eye. If the police force can't train then the police force can't enforce these laws. I have a list of petitions and funds pined on my blog as well as phone numbers to blast if you want something more direct.

Stop Cop City!!!

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 3

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: After helping Rick save one of his group members from an unlikely hostage situation, Iris is introduced to the camp. Yet, a happy reunion may be overshadowed by looming danger. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; descriptions of gore, violence, zombies, death, mourning, digging graves, handling of dead bodies, injury, infection

Chapter 3 - The Group

"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." Glenn teased as they walked under the overpass. He was surprisingly chipper despite the hostage situation. The overpass came off the interstate into the city, and supposedly where he parked their van every time he came into the city for a run.

"Don't tell anybody." Rick replied with a smile. Iris walked quietly beside T-Dog, an uncertain feeling curling up at the base of her skull. She hoped more than anything that this group could be something good. Like Guillermo said, there were too many bad people left. 

"You've given away half our guns and ammo." Daryl grumbled.

"Not nearly half." Rick replied.

"For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow?" He asked. 

"Seriously, how long do you think they got?"

"How long do any of us?" Rick retorted. They walked around a bus that blocked their path, only to find no van waiting on the other side. Iris watched as their faces fell.

"Oh my god." Glenn mumbled.

"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl asked.

"We left it right there, who would take it?" Glenn wondered.

"Merle." Rick answered firmly.

"Your brother?" Iris asked, frowning at Daryl. He nodded, sucking on a tooth.

"Yeah. He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." He replied. Iris glanced around at their current surroundings, her eyes landing on an SUV not far from the train tracks. She ran for it, finding a wooden stick spearing through the windshield, a walker pinned to the driver's seat. 

"What are you doing?" Glenn called.

"Wanna get back to your camp or not?" She called back. With a sharp stab she killed the walker through the open window, opening the door to tug him out. Daryl jogged over, opening the other door and beginning to kick the broken windshield out. He popped the hood, checking it over as Iris ducked under the steering wheel and pulled wires.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Rick asked, he and the others having decided to join in. 

"Gonna arrest me if I tell you?" Iris asked, the engine roaring to life. He said nothing as she sat up. "Wouldn't be the first time." She answered simply. Glenn got in the drivers seat, all of them rushing on borrowed time.

It was dark by the time they pulled into the side road toward their camp. They were halted only by the sound of gunshots, screaming. A few walkers wandered down toward the car, but Iris' sinking feeling was coming to a head. They spared no time in jumping out, guns blazing. Iris followed Rick past tents and small clearings to a fire pit and an RV. 

There were children screaming as the adults shot the walkers down one by one, making use of their new guns. There were already people on the ground, the walkers feasting on fresh flesh.

"Baby! Carl!" Rick yelled, running into the fray. The survivors were huddled around the RV as Iris and Daryl shot out the rest of the walkers, bloodied and horrified. 

"Dad!" A young boy yelled, sobbing as he ran into Rick's arms. A woman with long brown hair collapsed into them both. Iris glanced nervously at the ruined camp, the sobbing kids. Some of the adults hadn't made it. Glenn was panting, his voice hoarse with panic as his knuckles turned white, gripping the gun. Iris put a hand on his shoulder, trying to even out her own breathing.

"Jesus." She whispered, wiping her blood coated knives on a dead walker's shirt.

The little boy, Carl, was sobbing into Rick's chest. A young blonde woman was kneeling beside the RV, the bloodied body at her feet sporting the same head of blonde hair.

"I remember my dream now. Why I dug the holes." A man said lowly, his face splattered with blood.

-

The Georgia sun was hot up here, beating down as the cicadas sung. It made the bodies smell worse. Iris hadn't taken the time to meet anyone, knowing they needed time to grieve. Daryl was making sure each of the bodies had a hole in their heads, a pickaxe being his tool for the job.

None of them had to ask, Iris just started burning bodies. She took extra care of the bodies that were wrapped, knowing it was one of theirs. Iris knew it might be easier for her to bury them than for them. She helped T-Dog carry them to the bed of a pickup truck, then they would cart them to a hilltop with an unorganized smattering of human-sized holes. 

She approached Rick, his wife, and a few other people she hadn't met as Daryl stormed away from them. Apparently his preferred coping mechanism was to be an angry pain in the ass. A man with dark hair and a t-shirt with the sheriff's logo turned to her first, a frown seemingly sewn into his eyebrows. The second was an older man in a bucket hat, a Bermuda shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders. He walked over, a grim smile on his face.

"I'm afraid we can't roll out much of a welcome wagon." He said with a somber tone. "I'm Dale."

"Iris." She replied, shaking his hand. 

"This is Shane," He introduced, gesturing to the dark-haired man, "and that's Lori and Carol.” He gestured to the woman with the long brown hair, Rick's wife, and her foil with a shaved head and grey hair. He pointed to each of the living people, listing names, but his voice began to waver, and he stopped to clear his throat.

"I'm sorry about your people." Iris said quietly. Shane nodded stiffly, making piercing eye contact before turning away. "I'll do what I can."

"It's greatly appreciated." Dale nodded with a comforting smile.

"You reap what you sow!" Daryl called out, dropping a body.

"Shut up, man." Another man, Morales, huffed.

"Y'all left my brother for dead!" Daryl yelled, storming away, pointing in Atlanta's general direction. "You had this coming." Iris watched him go with a raised eyebrow. She pulled her bandana over her face as she knelt down to help a woman named Jacqui carry another body. She nodded in thanks, though the attempted smile didn't reach her eyes. They looked up as a guy named Jim stumbled toward them.

"Are you bleeding?" Jacqui asked, frowning at the spot of blood on his t-shirt. He panted a bit, shaking his head.

"I just got some on me from the bodies." He replied, waving it off. Iris faltered, eyeing him carefully. 

"That blood is fresh." She murmured.

"Were you bit?" Jacqui asked firmly.

"No, I got scratched during the attack." He assured.

"You got bit." She denied, shuffling to her feet. Iris' hand twitched toward her knife.

"I'm fine." Jim repeated.

"Then show me." Jacqui pleaded. Jim looked up, still panting hard.

"Don't tell. Please." He breathed.

"A walker got him!" Jacqui called, stumbling backward to the others. "A walker bit Jim!" Iris unsheathed her knife as they started to surround him, giving the stumbling man a wide berth, murmurs breaking out.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." Jim assured.

"Show it to us." Daryl stated. "Show it to us." Jim stumbled, leaning down to grab a shovel in defence. "Grab him! Grab him!"

"Jim, put it down. Put it down." Shane called. T-Dog lunged at him, grabbing his arms and pulling them back.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay." Jim repeated. Daryl ran forward and peeled his shirt up, revealing the angry red bite, already festering with infection. It was on his torso, leaving them no options for amputation. Daryl dropped the shirt, both him and T-Dog moving back as Jim muttered to himself, panting.

The group ushered Jim around the back of the RV, seating him on a bucket to wait for the group's decision. They gave him a water bottle, despite Daryl's grumblings at the waste of clean water. Iris wasn't scared, more concerned. Nothing like this had happened with her old group. They had all pretty much died at once. But she'd seen it happen. This was something they couldn't ignore, couldn't tolerate. He could kill them all.

"I say we put a pickaxe in his head, and the dead girl's, and be done with it." Daryl murmured to the circle. 

"Is that what you'd want if it were you?" Shane snapped angrily.

"Yeah, and I'd thank you while you did it." Daryl retorted quickly.

"I hate to say it-- and I never thought I would-- but maybe Daryl's right." Dale muttered.

"Jim's not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog." Rick argued.

"I'm not suggesting--"

"He's sick. A sick man." He said firmly. "We start down that road, where do we draw the line?"

"The line's pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers. Or them to be." Daryl huffed.

"What if we can get him help?" Rick asked. "I heard the CDC was working on a cure."

"I heard that too. Heard a lot of things before the world went to hell." Shane grumbled.

"What if the CDC's still up and running?" Rick asked.

"Man, that is a stretch right there." Shane muttered.

"Why? If there's any government left, any structure at all, they'd protect the CDC at all costs, wouldn't they?" Rick proposed. "I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection, rescue--"

"Okay, Rick, you want those things, alright? I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they're at the army base. Fort Benning." Shane argued.

"That's 100 miles in the opposite direction." Lori replied.

"That is right. But it's away from the hot zone. Now listen to me. If that place is operational, it'll be heavily armed. We'd be safe there."

"The military were on the front lines of this thing. They got overrun. We've all seen that." Rick continued. "The CDC's our best choice and Jim's only chance.

"You go looking for aspirin. Do what you need to do." Daryl scoffed, turning away. He started toward Jim. "Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!"

"Hey hey hey!" Rick yelled, cocking his gun as Daryl raised the pickaxe to Jim. Shane got between them, protecting Jim. "We don't kill the living."

"That's funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head." Daryl snapped. Iris raised an eyebrow. He had a point. She turned to the others, murmuring quietly without the presence of the alpha males.

"I might be overstepping, and tell me if I am, but why don't you just ask Jim what he wants to do? He's not stupid. He has to know what it means. He might not make it to the CDC, even if they do have a cure." Iris stated.

"That's what I was insinuating when I said I agreed with Daryl, I just want to do what's right for the group, including him." Dale agreed. They all watched as Rick and Shane took Jim into the forest, tying him to a tree.

-

Iris sat on the edge of a hole, her legs hanging in a grave, trying to appreciate the irony. Shane and Rick seemed to be at each other's throats, the former not so happy they came back with her instead of Merle. Daryl backed his pickup truck toward the holes, the bed filled with the sheet-covered bodies of their dead. Iris stood, dusting off her gloves and pulling the bandana back up over her face.

"I still think it's a mistake, not burning these bodies." Daryl mused as he got out of the truck. “It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn 'em all, wasn't that the idea?"

"At first." Rick replied.

"Glenn gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow him along?" Daryl continues. "These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are."

"There are no rules." Rick replied. 

"Well that's a problem." Lori cut in. "We haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do." Iris said nothing, grabbing onto a body, Glenn running up to take the other side. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, bearing witness to all these arguments. She felt like she was watching some twisted reality show. 

Once the rest of the bodies were buried, everyone stood aside to let Andrea, the blonde woman, bury her sister. She refused to let anyone help, dragging the dead weight across the ground, haphazardly stumbling. She practically fell into the grave, but the tear tracks on her face did more than enough convincing for them to leave her be. Dale tried desperately to help her, but she didn't want it.

A few of the others watching were crying too, stepping forward only to shovel dirt on top of the body. Once the hole was filled, they walked down the hill together, back to the camp. The sound of their footsteps were accompanied only by small sniffles and Andrea's sobbing. 

Iris sat down on a log beside the remains of the campfire as a few went into the RV to check on Jim. Lori brought Carol back out to let Rick talk to him. It was hard to watch. All of it. It was hard to be there. Iris knew Daryl held resentment for her, for not being his brother. All those people that died, only for her to show up out of nowhere. She didn't expect anything from them, helping where she could. 

After a few hours, the others joined her around the fire, gathering together as the sun began to set. Dale, Shane and Rick came out of the forest, Dale looking like he just saw a ghost, and Shane looking like he just lost an argument. They gathered around the others. Shane taking his spot at the head of the group.

"I've uh... I've been thinking about Rick's plan." He began. "Now, look, there are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first one to admit that. I've known this man a long time. I trust his instincts. I say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning. Okay?"

The others said nothing, Shane's announcement earning only a few nods in agreement. Iris would follow the group wherever it went. She trusted Rick too, just not in the same way. And Shane would likely agree with Iris if she voiced out loud that Rick seemed a little optimistic considering their circumstances. Yet, every morning, he climbed that hill, speaking into a radio like it was keeping him sane.

The CDC seemed like a safe enough bet. The only issue was its location in the city. And if Rick happened to be wrong, and they all changed their minds, Fort Benning would be a far trip. Traveling in this world was hard. It was harder with kids. And this group had four, plus an injured man. Iris had to admit, the CDC was a long shot. But that seemed like the only kind they had.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Knowing You're Close

Pairing: Michael Ormewood x fem!detective!reader

Summary: You work best when you know Ormewood is close, and when he realizes how much his presence affects you, he wants to learn more.

Warnings: fluff, case involves child abduction, Ormewood may be OOC (it's a custom blend of his s1+2 character + how I picture him in the books)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: I love him so much but when I write him I get so scared that he's wildly OOC. Plus, all of the gifs of him are from the scene where he (spoiler free, promise) does not look his best, so that's disappointing.

Since you arrived at the station this morning, Ormewood has been tapping his pencil against his desk. You haven’t said anything about it because it’s a reminder to focus on your case. You’re not sure why it’s encouraging you to focus other than the subtle reminder that people have weird little quirks that are only annoying until they’re gone. There may be several families in Atlanta that would give anything to hear their loved ones click a pen or complain about how the dishes were dried one more time if you don't make a break in this case soon.

“Hey, how far is the Coke Museum from the aquarium?” he asks without stopping the rhythmic tap, tap, tap-tap against his desk.

“A mile,” you answer. “About a twenty-minute walk or twelve minutes on Line 26 bus.”

“Thanks.”

You hum and flip the page in your case file. You’re missing something.

“Corruption,” you murmur.

“I told you, the vending machine was broken and taking one protein bar doesn’t make me corrupt,” Ormewood answers.

“What? No, this case, there’s something… I don’t know.”

“I can find it.”

You and Ormewood sigh together before you see GBI Special Agent Will Trent standing before you. Ormewood mouths good luck and then returns to his own work. And the pencil tapping.

“Let me read the files,” Will says.

“Will,” you begin, closing the folder, “you only want to help because you’re bored. Which means you’re going to ask to go out in the field and drag me all over Fulton County, which I am not in the mood for today. So, thanks, but no thanks.”

“Just Fulton County?” Will clarifies, attempting to see the crime scene photos on your desk.

“None of your concern, Agent Trent,” you reply with a smile. “We’ve got it.”

“There’s nothing to do around here!” he complains as he tosses his arms up. “Just pencil tapping!”

Ormewood winks at you as he switches up the rhythm of his tapping. “I didn’t know it was that easy to get out of working with Trent. I’ll have to try that next time.”

“Yeah, you can’t just say no, you have to make it about him,” you explain, closing your eyes as you sit back in your seat.

Ormewood laughs, then rephrases to say, “You tell him it’s not me, it’s you.”

You hum, but then your eyes snap open. “Say that again.”

“It’s not me, it’s you?”

“What am I interrupting?” Faith asks, stopping behind you.

“Didn’t somebody just get cut from the Braves?”

“Uh, excuse me?” Faith tries again.

“In a minute!” Ormewood snaps, leaning toward you. “Yeah. He was training to be a pitcher. Had the potential to be a star pitcher, take us to the world championship.”

“What happened?”

“They had evidence he bought drugs. Swore he wasn’t using, and all of his drug tests came back clean.”

“It’s not me… it's you,” you say under your breath.

“Where’s Will?” Faith inquires.

“Faith,” Ormewood answers, shaking his head as he answers, “no one here cares. We’re not keeping up with your partner.”

“I got it!” you cheer, knocking your chair back as you stand.

“Will. Trent. So-tall, rambles, anybody seen him?” Faith says. “It’s like talking to children.”

“I’ll go with you,” Ormewood offers, trailing behind you as you rush toward the elevators.

Faith watches, tipping her head as she wonders, “Or is it more like puppy dogs?”

“Okay, so Truist Park is at the 75/285 interchange,” you explain. “You can get on either interstate and get anywhere in Atlanta without being noticed. But Dobbins Air Reserve Base is just a few miles up 41 from the stadium.”

“Right,” Ormewood agrees. “But what’s the connection of those locations to the missing girls?”

“These girls were from Atlanta’s nicest neighborhoods. Areas where our city officials sit on the HOA board, or whatever rich people do in fancy neighborhoods. Take a few residents, get the attention of all of the powerful people in the city…”

You trail off, and Ormewood connects, “You get leverage to get what you want.”

“Right, at least in criminal logic. So, this pitcher gets cut on a technicality and decides to show Atlanta what they’re losing, maybe try to blackmail his way back onto the team.”

“Or?”

“Or someone else is trying to get him back on the team. He’s got a cousin, according to his Braves profile, that works at Robbins. The proximity makes me think he’s holding these girls on the base. Granted, I could be way off, and it has nothing to do with a baseball team.”

“Worth a shot. I’ll find your guy, and you look for a hiding place fit for teenage girls?”

“Sounds good.” You look over the top of the car as you climb out and say, “Be careful.”

“You too.”

You answer your phone as you follow a uniformed MP officer through the base to check the lowest security areas of the base.

“I found someone who wants to talk to you,” Ormewood says.

“No, I don’t!” a man argues.

“I don’t believe anyone, ever, on principle. But this is your case, so I’ll hold him here until you’re ready.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right over.”

After the MP officer agrees to finish the search and call your watch commander if he finds anything, you walk across the base and find Ormewood with one arm stretched out and his hand pressed lazily against your suspect.

“Trevor?” you ask the man. “I’m a detective with the APD. I have a few questions for you.”

“I want a lawyer,” he answers.

Ormewood scoffs, and you shake your head at him.

“Are you sure you can’t just answer a couple quick questions?” you ask. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“There are five missing girls out there,” Ormewood seethes, wrapping Trevor’s shirt around his hand. “Think very carefully about how you answer.”

“Lawyer!”

Ormewood steps closer to the man, but you wrap your hand around his wrist and shake your head.

“Alright. Trevor, I’m placing you under arrest for reasonable suspicion of abduction,” you begin, placing handcuffs on him. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, which you’ve already exercised, so we can’t ask you any more questions.”

“We just think about how guilty that makes you look,” Ormewood adds as he pushes your suspect into the backseat of the car.

“Officers!” the MP officer yells behind you. “I found something!”

“No, he didn’t!” Trevor yells against the window. “You didn’t find anything, man! Say psych!”

“Psych is not admissible in court,” you point out. “Lead the way, officer.”

“Why are you in my chair?” you ask as you return to your desk after receiving a full confession and recovering all of the abducted girls.

“I decided to offer my services anyway,” Will explains. “You seemed busy. The missing girls are-“

“Home,” Ormewood finishes. “We found them two-and-a-half hours ago.”

“How?” Will questions, clearly surprised by the outcome.

“Not all cases are solved on pure luck or weirdly timed flashbacks, Trent.”

“The whole thing screamed leverage,” you explain with a shrug. “I just had to find someone who needed the rich and powerful on his side. Someone desperate enough to stage numerous abductions to do it.”

“Well, now there really is nothing to do here. Have either of you seen Faith?”

Will stands from your seat as Ormewood suggests, “Maybe try calling each other.”

“Thanks for all of your help today,” you tell Ormewood once you’re alone again. He nods, and you ask, “Why’d you get rough with Trevor?”

“If it was my daughter, I’d want to know exactly where she was as soon as possible. He was going to keep stalling, and a public defender would have loved using his situation to delay until it was too late to save them.”

“Can you tap your pencil again?”

“What?” Ormewood asks, shock and confusion evident in the single syllable.

“It… I like knowing that you’re here, close, okay.”

Ormewood nods slowly, then begins tapping his eraser against his desk. You shift your focus to the paperwork for the case, but Ormewood watches you. Something about his presence seems to help you, provide a comfort that he hadn’t even noticed. More surprising, he thinks, is that he likes knowing how his presence makes you feel.

“Is it just my tapping?” he asks. He seems as surprised to hear the question as you.

“If it is?” you counter. “Will you move to a different desk?”

“I was thinking we find out if sharing a table only works at the station.”

“Are you asking me out?” you clarify.

“I didn’t anticipate the interrogation it would take to get an answer, but yes.”

You smile and tap your pen against your hand with Ormewood’s beat as you answer, “I’d love to.”

“I have got to stop coming down here with questions,” Faith announces as she abandons her goal and returns the way she came.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Mouse's Marshal Team

Let's introduce you all to the team backing up our guy

•Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz•

We all know and love this man. Former army ranger, come to work for CPD and fell head over heels for a certain Detective the first day he laid eyes on her when she came tearing around a corner threatening to kill Adam for breaking her coffee mug. When the Marshal service was offered to him as a career after finishing up his contract, he knew that was his chance to get his footing and earn a spot back in her world. Never knew when he stepped foot on the plane home that so much would change so fast.

When he made it to training, he busted his ass at everything they put in front of him. With his record in the Rangers, they already planned to give him the lead of a team after how he did in training? They were certain of it. When he came home to Chicago the Chief Deputy Marshal introduced him to the team. They took to him well because from day one they figured out "He isn't telling you to do something that he isn't neck deep in and he's making sure everyone gets home"

[Has photos of Halloween when they were all dressed as the mystery gang on his desk along with a photo of him and Kidd from Christmas & Him, Jay and Addy from when she covered them in pink icing on her birthday]

•Xavier Gordon•

Xavier was a Marine recon sniper. He got out after his third tour but much like Mouse couldn't just sit still and wasn't satisfied with just any job. He sought out the Marshal service when a buddy he served with joined it and started working out of the Atlanta office. Bumped heads with quite a few team leaders until Mouse, the two of them see eye to eye on a lot of things and can come to some sort of agreement when they don't. This man can shoot the head on a coin from two buildings over. Don't ask his official kill count because he won't tell you yet Addy can confirm he makes the best chocolate chip cookies and his dog Andrew loves to get scratched behind the ear.

[Has photos of Andrew on his desk]

•Gwen Morgan•

Gwen is a third generation Marshal. Her father and grandfather was both in the service. They honestly didn't expect her to join when she originally got accepted to M.I.T. She used that instead towards her Marshal career. Outscored her father in training and has yet to let him forget it. Her skills with tech puts Mouse's to shame. She's been married to her wife Katie for five and a half years. As the only female on the team she keeps the guys in line most of the time and keeps them from arguing if they ever butt heads. Teases Mouse regularly that she has no idea how he ever bagged Kidd, any time they have to travel she buys Addy some sort of toy/stuffed animal to bring back.

[Has one of hers and Katie's wedding photos and a photo of her father and grandfather on her desk]

•Jonah Mikkelsen•

Jonah was a medic in the Marines. Learned all of his skills in combat and also met his husband Ansel during his second tour. When Ansel was injured in combat and received a medical discharge a few months before his contract came up he took that as his sign to get out as well. His brother was actually the one to point him towards the Marshal service, he's the Chief Deputy Marshal in the New York City office. Was a little hesitant when Mouse was introduced as the team leader at first until the first time they worked together as a team. He saw how seamless they fit, how Mouse made sure to keep an eye on everyone, the brain Mouse had for running things and was on board from then on out. Addy always gets his desk when she visits the Marshal office because "He has the comfy chair"

[Has one of his and Ansel's wedding photos and a photo of his brother's family on his desk]

•Kenny Montgomery•

Kenny was a navy seal. Hand-to-hand combat specialist. If there has been hell to be seen, this man has seen it. He's been through a total of five tours. Single father to twin 14-year-old boys, Benjamin and Christopher. Joined the Marshal service because he really couldn't find any solid work in "regular" jobs. His family lives in Chicago so he moved back there to have help with the boys. When Mouse was introduced he just nodded "I've worked with Rangers before, went well" and that was that. Thinks Addy is the absolute cutest thing he's ever seen. Any time she comes in he announces the "actual boss" has hit.

@desimarie12

@fifitheragertot

[dogfancier]

Winterview Arbo v.d. Alpenluft, P.H. Wolf Gray, Imported, Fully Police Trained "A rare combination of a show specimen, a famous sire and a real working dog. He was placed Winners at Newark, N. J., and Reserve Winners at Atlanta, 1921, in the keenest com- petition. He is the sire of Arbo the Second of Winterview, Re- serve Winners at the Specialty Club Show at Mineola, Novem- ber, 1921. A dog of great size and wonderful intelligence."

[sshewonders]

WARM BODIES

Chapter 10: Promises? Nah

chapter synopsis: After knife training with Daryl, he heads off to track a deer, leaving you to prepare for the Atlanta run. With Glenn's help, you share a secretive exchange about a mysterious item. As Glenn departs, you emphasize safety and his return. Later, while playing guitar, Lori's presence triggers memories of Rick, leading to a tense exchange about his fate.

chapter warnings: Knife training aftermath, secretive exchanges, emotional conversations, preparations for a run to Atlanta, and introspective moments with Lori.

word count: 1.3k words

author's note: Alright, folks, the next chapter will cover Season 1, Episode 1 of "The Walking Dead"! Our beloved Rick Grimes will be here! Yay! Anyway, enjoy reading! Mwah!

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The morning sun cast its warm embrace over the campsite, illuminating the aftermath of your knife training with Daryl. Post-training, Daryl had promptly sent you back to camp, citing the need to track a sizable deer. Eager to glean more survival skills, you insisted he let you tag along. However, Daryl swiftly dismissed the idea, asserting that what he needed was the deer, not your potentially frightened presence clinging to a tree.

A slight frown etched across your face as you absorbed his refusal, but you wished him caution nonetheless. Daryl, ever the gruff archer, grunted a dismissive reply, telling you to focus on your own worries. Returning to camp, you encountered the scrutinizing glances Carol had warned you about. Unfazed, you brushed off the speculative looks and turned your attention to preparing, well more like listing your necessities, for the upcoming run to Atlanta of group of volunteers.

The volunteer squad boasted an array of personalities: Glenn, Morales, Jacqui, Andrea, T-Dog, and the unexpected addition of Merle. You couldn't suppress a smile at the thought of Merle being absent for a whole day, freeing you from his intrusive catcalls. Despite being occasionally annoyed by Daryl's presence, you appreciated his protective stance when it came to Merle's inappropriate behavior. It seemed that the older Dixon brother couldn't resist throwing a lewd comment your way, but with Daryl around, you felt a sense of relief and gratitude.

Glenn was knee-deep in organizing his backpack when the familiar sight of your boots interrupted his concentration. Looking up, he was met with your shy smile as you knelt down to his level, handing him what seemed to be a crumpled-up paper. It resembled a list, and Glenn couldn't help but wonder if he was about to get dragged into some post-apocalyptic scavenger hunt.

With a curious raise of his eyebrows, Glenn took the paper, and you quickly explained, "Those are the only things I really need." Glenn, being the agreeable guy he was, nodded and began perusing the list. It seemed pretty standard at first – essentials, art supplies, clothes – until his eyes hit an unexpected item. That mysterious item that left his eyes wider than the Grand Canyon.

"W-what... and who do you need this for?" Glenn stammered, eyes wide as saucers, looking up at you, who was now sporting a sheepish grin.

You, leaning in conspiratorially, replied, "Look, it's something I should've packed ages ago, considering the whole 'end of the world' situation. Just grab it, and let's keep it between us, okay?"

Glenn, still processing, mumbled, "But why?"

You, leaning in as if sharing the world's juiciest gossip, confessed, "You know, for emergencies."

Glenn's face contorted in bewilderment. "Emergencies? What kind of—"

You cut him off with a sly smile. "Just trust me, Glenn. It's a must-have in a world gone crazy."

Glenn scratched his head, muttering, "Alright, but who's it for?"

You chuckled, "Me, obviously. I'm not taking any chances in this geek-filled world."

Glenn's eyes widened further, if that was even possible. "Wait, what? You're serious?"

You let out a dramatic sigh. "Just shut up, alright? And if you spill this secret, I swear I'll go medieval on your manhood while you sleep, ending your bloodline right then and there."

Glenn's eyes widened in horror, and he immediately reassured her, "No way! I-I won't tell a soul, I swear! Not even my own reflection in the mirror!"

You flashed Glenn a grin, the kind you reserves for anyone handing over grub. "Nice to know," you chirped, as Glenn awkwardly chuckled. Your grin wavered, morphing into a mix of worry and seriousness. "Hey, be careful out there, okay? Atlanta's like an undead playground, geeks everywhere. Just watch your back. And, if you can't get the stuff I need, it's cool, no biggie. Just come back in one piece, alive-in-person style, not alive-in-geek style. Got it?"

Glenn took a nervous breath, shooting you a tight smile. "I got this. I practically own Atlanta streets. And don't worry, I'll snag that... thing."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "No sudden moves or crazy stunts, okay? I don't need you getting yourself geekified."

Glenn grinned confidently, "Geek? Not a chance."

"Yeah, but your recklessness and stupidity might do the job," you replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Because you're a dumbass."

Glenn squinted at you, "I'm not dumb!" he defended, jabbing a finger your way. "And just so you know, I go off-plan because my gut tells me to." He laughed, and you joined in, shaking your head. "My gut says it's the right move, okay?"

You felt touched. Those were the words you had used when you first brought him to camp, facing doubts about adding another mouth to feed.

Shaking your head, you scoffed, "Look at you, spending too much time with me, turning into little ol' dramatic, socially awkward, terrible-at-comforting Y/N Grimes."

Glenn grimaced, "No way. I'm not becoming Y/N freaking Grimes, the drama queen."

"Hey!" You slapped your chest, looking slightly hurt. "That stings, you know!"

You both chuckled, rising from the ground. Glenn huffed and blew a raspberry, and you countered with a soft smile. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you looked him in the eye. "Come back, Glenn. Seriously, in one piece. No bites, scratches, or anything hurting, okay? Promise me."

"I will," Glenn nodded.

"You promise?"

Glenn scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't do promises."

You, puzzled, asked, "What?"

Glenn chuckled, "I don't do promises. Why? Because I know I'm coming back to you. No need for words when it's a sure thing."

Before you could start tearing up, you pulled Glenn into a tight embrace, burying your face in his neck. Glenn reciprocated; it was the first time he'd be on the run without his best friend watching his back. He had to come back to you, being the only one who had your back.

"Hey," Your muffled voice interrupted his thoughts, "make sure to leave Merle Dixon behind, yeah?"

Glenn chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."

As they broke the hug, you looked up at him with a half-smile. "And no unnecessary heroics, okay? We're not in a comic book."

Glenn grinned. "No capes for me, promise."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. You're not that cool."

Glenn mockingly gasped, putting a hand to his chest. "Ouch. Right in the coolness."

It was afternoon, and you found yourself with nothing to do. Daryl was off hunting in the woods, Glenn was on a run in Atlanta, and Carl was with Lori and Shane. Not in the mood to draw, you lay in your tent, staring at the top. When your back itched, you turned and was surprised to find a guitar. Glenn must've brought it, so you picked it up and headed outside.

The camp was quiet, with everyone seemingly taking siestas. You sat by the campfire, strumming the guitar and humming freely. You were halfway through when Lori joined you. You straightened up, stopping abruptly.

Lori questioned, "Why'd you stop?"

You shrugged. "Not in the mood."

Lori furrowed her brows. "Because of me?"

"Not you, Lori. Just... thinking about the past," You replied, rolling your eyes internally.

Lori pressed, "But you were singing, then stopped when I sat here. Anything wrong?"

You thought, This woman can be too pushy sometimes. Can't she push something that would make me happy?

"I," You took a breath, "I was thinking about Rick, alright? He used to sing with me. Last time was when Daddy was alive. And now..." She couldn't finish.

"Now that Rick's gone?" Lori asked.

You narrowed your eyes. "He's not dead. Rick is not dead."

Lori gave a sad smile. "He is, sweetie. Gone, somewhere better. We need to accept that."

You stared at Lori. "Why would you say that? Rick is not dead. He will be back, and he'll find us."

"Sweetheart," Lori sniffled, tears threatening. "You'll accept it someday. You're grieving. It hurts, but you need to accept the truth."

You glared, stood up. "The only thing that would make me feel good is if you don't believe Shane's lies. Be yourself." Then, you walked away.

@celtic-crossbow @maackiimoo @duckmania127 @xmaeyonaiise @richardsamboramylove55 @snailss

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Okay for my Modern Welcome Au fanfic, I’m making a Mother’s Day chapter, and I decided to draw all the moms. Everyone except for Miss Beagle is my own thoughts how they would look.

Miss Beagle belongs to Clown aka PartyCoffin. I just fan drew her in a cute Barnaby’s paw print apron (You can see his pup print and the large one) and I decided to give her a first name for the fanfic, since she needs one and a cute mama nickname. “Big Mama Betty” 

Anyway in order!

Monique Dear “Mama Dear”: Mother of Eddie Dear lives in Louisiana and is a post-man. Her husband die in a terrible truck accident before Eddie was born. She is a feisty, spunky woman that loves to go out doors, train for anything survival. She is a sweet mother and big tiger mom. When she sees her groan son, she would give him a bear hug and pick him up like he was a toddler. Very accepting and would sound like Carol from OK KO (VA: Kate Flannery) She’s always working out, since she have to lift heavy packages, and can cook!

Eleanor Frankly “Mother Frankly”: Mother of Frank. A calm, soft spoken woman. She is a Neurosurgeon, has the most steadiest hands. When she uses knives or scissors, she always cuts beautifully; one thing Eddie finds amazing because hello Crafting! She’s very intelligent, comes from a very wealthy family. Lives in New York, specifically Mid Manhattan with her husband. Yes, they are happily married, but once they saw Monique... 🤭 let’s just say they wanted to do a poly relationship.

Serenity Joyful “Mama Llama”: Mother of Julie. A funny nickname Jonesy came up when he was a toddler and stuck to the Joyful family. Don’t mind the colorful vomit skirt, rainbow monsters love to represent their family. Since, Serenity is all about Maximalism boho-chic outfits, she loves to represent her children’s colors. Believes in nature, spirituality, crystal healing, and listens to trees. Very laid back, sweet, and always goofy. Believes problems can be solved with yoga and Chamomile tea. Lives in the Rainbow Forest not far from the Welcome Home Residents.

Charlotte Partridge “Mama Lottie”: Mother of Poppy. She’s exactly like Poppy, but sweeter like honey! Very caring, hates cursing, and she knows how to cook. Her socks were made by Poppy, when she learned how to sew. Loves to support and protect all her children. She will treat everyone like her own kids. Lives in West Virginia!

Maria Gloria Pillar Garcia “La Jefe or Tu Jefe”: Mother of Howdy. In my fanfic, Howdy is Mexican American. As a joke, him and siblings like to call their mom, the boss or say, “Tu Jefe esta llamando” It’s a thing I noticed with Latino Americans say about their parents like the joke, “Your mom is calling you or My mom...” You don’t have to get it if you don’t. It’s a thing I’ve seen. Anyway, she’s the boss of the family, and knows how to run things. I mean this woman gave birth over 300 caterpillars, so she has the right to run her family and the family’s ranch. What I can say about her? She’s a Monarch butterfly, lives in Michoacán, Mexico. Used to live in East LA.

Chantelle Darling “Mother Darling: Mother of Wally. Lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She’s funny, nice, but cross the line with her and she’s the first to fight. Very protective of Wally, and his a widow. So her and Monique are gonna get along just fine. 

Miss Beagle “Big Mama Betty”: Mother of Barnaby. That dog is a HUGE mama’s boy! Everyone in the neighborhood knows her, she’s sweetest Mother Hen. 

I’ma say this too. If they were Humans, All of them except Maria and Monique would be African American/black! Monique would be biracial. Maria would be Mexican American with dark brown skin tone. My Au is about inclusivity for BIPOC/POC. 

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hail To The End Of The World~

(1-?)

Short story # 18

✨Fandom(s) - The Expendables (Movies) & The Walking Dead (Series)

💍Pairing - Gunnar Jensen X Reader

🕯Summary - While traveling with Gunnar in search of the rest of your team, you cross paths with a survivor group, who upon seeing your equipment practically beg you to stay and help them.

⚠️Warning(s) - None really. Except for an age gap between you and Gunnar if that's something that should be warned? And like zombies dying but that's to be expected.

📝Note(s) - This just kinda popped into my head the other day, so here we are. So firstly Tool is your dad in this story, and your described as having a bunch of tattoos, and quite a few scars, including some facial scars. Other than that I don't think I go much into detail about anything else to do with you, other than a troubled past. (But that comes with the territory.) oh and you can draw now, like really well because I thought of something cute like 3/4th of the way through this. Plus you're Tools kid, so it's fitting.

🗝Key information - Text in orange parentheses (EXAMPLE) is the translation google gave me for the quotes written in Swedish.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading Time - Roughly 23 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈Pt. 1 | ◈Pt. 2 |

"Come on." Gunnar muttered quietly to his partner, (Y/n). Who was swift if advancing as he had instructed her, her rifle snug in her arms felt so natural, like a another part of her. "Knives only." He reminded her, despite not actually needing to, as they crept up on a small cluster of five walkers. They dispatched their targets without a hitch, and continued on their way, slowly carving their way through Atlanta. "Five minutes." (Y/n) tossed over her shoulder to Gunnar, before she slipped into the old tech store, Gadgets 9000. Stupid name for a store, but that didn't matter. Gunnar scanned the surrounding area once more before following the younger woman inside. She'd killed the one walker that was inside, and was scowering the shelves and floor for the items she needed. "Bingo." She muttered and quickly shrugged off her bag, tossing the necessary items into the bag, along with a few simple items that would be good backups. "Times up." Gunnar called as he neared her, tapping her shoulder with two fingers to signal that she needed to be on guard again. Wordlessly she finished up and slung her bag back onto her back, readying herself for a potential fight as she picked up her rifle.

"Through the back." Gunnar instructed, on the off chance someone might have followed them, and would be waiting to ambush them out front. (Y/n) nodded her head and took the lead, per the usual. Once outside and they'd started to make their way down the alleyway, (Y/n) spared a quick glance back to Gunnar. "Where to now?" She questioned quietly, knowing they couldn't go back to their old camp, which was now overrun by a hord. "West." Was all he said as he pointed the barrel of his rifle in the direction. (Y/n) nodded in understanding and kept moving, now to the west, realizing quickly that it would be the quickest way out of the city. The realization making her smirk a little, as impressed as always with Gunnars tactical observations. Wordlessly Gunnar tapped two fingers against her shoulder once more, having taken notice of another set of footsteps approaching them, precise steps of a living person. (Y/n) instantly dropped to one knee in front of him, bringing her rifle up and aiming at where he pointed to the source of the sound. Gunnar also quickly trained his rifle, taking a sturdy stance behind (Y/n) and waiting.

Two men then rounded the corner, both of them freezing at the sight of the rifles pointed at them. "Woah h-hold on." The shorter of the two instantly holds his hands up in surrender, even with the bat still in his hands. "Don't shoot." The second guy also held his hands up in surrender, a crowbar in his hand. "Who are you?" (Y/n) asked, her voice stern and stoic. "I-I'm Glenn t-this is T-dog." The shorter male explained. "You never saw us." Gunnar stated tapping at (Y/n)'s shoulder to signal their retreat. "W-wait!" Glenn called out a little louder than he intended, jumping when the pair quickly spun on their heel, guns trained on him again. "W-we have a group." He started, looking increasingly nervous about having guns pointed at him, which was fair. "We could use your help." T-dog cut in, having realized like Glenn that these two strangers were far more equipped for this new world they all found themselves in. (Y/n) and Gunnar shared a look. "I could focus on fixing the transmitter more with a group of people looking out for the geeks." (Y/n) stated casually. "Yeah." Gunnar nodded his head, the thought having occurred to him as well. "Let's go." He stated as he looked to the others, who both nodded then turned to lead them back to their camp by the quarry.

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Initially when Glenn and T-dog showed up with next to no medical supplies, Shane was beyond annoyed, at least until his eyes cast to the newcomers. Now he was annoyed for another reason. "Deputy Shane Walsh." He introduced himself as he approached the two, the rest of the group crowding behind him to observe the new faces. "(Y/n)." She introduced herself before nodding her head back towards her partner. "That's Gunnar." She wouldn't offer their last names, what was the point in last names anymore anyways? Shane took in the sight of their gear. "You guys military?" He asked what everyone else was thinking. "Something like that." Gunnar stated without offering an explanation. "We just need somewhere to lay low for a little while, then we'll be out of your hair." (Y/n) explained as she propped the butt of her rifle against her hip. "We can offer a hand with setting up some defenses." She added, as she looked around observing that they had no defenses. Shane internally bristled at her words, hating that he hadn't thought of setting any defenses up in the first place. "Alright." Shane agreed with a nod of his head, stalking off to sulk about being shown up by the newcomers.

The rest of the group was quick to welcome the pair, well aside from the degenerates in the crowd, and the pair was quickly bombarded with questions. When (Y/n) realized they had originally sent Glenn and T-dog out to get medical supplies, she offered a helping hand to look at the minor injuries a few of them had sustained while doing odd jobs. "Thank you (Y/n)." Andrea smiled warmly, as (Y/n) finished tending to the burn Andrea had sustained to her hand. "You're welcome." (Y/n) smiled back, though it didn't reach her eyes like it had Andreas. "Who..." She started as (Y/n) was packing up the little supplies she hadn't used. "Who exactly are you guys?" Andrea asked in a soft tone, clearly nervous about asking that question. "Ghosts." Was all (Y/n) offered before walking off to assist Gunnar with a quick perimeter check. "Their gonna get themselves killed." Gunnar stated as they slipped into the woods. "Probably." (Y/n) agreed with a shrug. "This world isn't what their used to, not even that deputy." She added, her words making Gunnar chuckle. "He doesn't like us." The Sweed pointed out. "I have a feeling he doesn't like many people." She snickered softly.

"You met the rednecks yet?" Gunnar asked as they continued their task. "Can't say I have." (Y/n) shook her head, recalling that she'd seen them, but she hadn't met them. "Avoid the older one, he's trouble." He stated casually, and (Y/n) simply nodded in agreement, trusting her partners judgment. Once they'd finished their patrol they made it back to the camp, going over some ideas of defense plans with a few of the group members, the few who seemed competent enough to offer input. "Honestly your best bet out here would be to just set up noise makers." (Y/n) concluded, knowing it would take far to long to set up proper defenses in such a large place. "Noise makers?" Dale wondered aloud, pulling an almost inaudible sigh from Gunnar, but (Y/n) had heard, she always heard. "Yeah just some tripwires attached to something that'll make a bunch of noise, so if a walker as you all call them trips over the wire, you'll all be alerted to the noise. They're easy to make, and convenient." (Y/n) explained, and the older man nodded his head in understanding. "Right. Sorry." Dale chuckled softly. "Don't apologize, questions are good." The younger woman waved him off before casting her gaze to Glenn.

"I assume you all have a designed place you take your trash?" She asked him, and he quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Good. We need to gather all the cans and bottles we can, and we'll need fishing line, a lot of line." Dale quickly perked up at that. "I've got a bunch of extra fishing line in the rv." He stated. "Perfect." She nodded before turning to follow Glenn, only to stop when Gunnar placed a hand on her shoulder. "You go deal with the lines, I'll deal with the trash." He instructed, making (Y/n) smile softly. "If you say so." She mused before following Dale. As Gunnar and Glenn rummaged through the garbage pile Glenn couldn't help but glance at the larger man from the corner of his eye, unsure of how to feel about the brooding behemoth of a man. "So (Y/n)." Glenn tried striking up small talk, and Gunnar simply grunted in acknowledgement. "Is she... Single?" Glenn asked. "No." Gunnar deadpanned. "Oh." Glenn swallowed nervously, understandably intimidated by the older man. "You guys?..." Glenn wondered aloud before he could stop himself, mentally scolding himself as soon as he did. "Yep." Gunnar hadn't even spared the young man a glance, which Glenn was admittedly grateful for, he was already anxious enough.

"S-she uh... She mentioned something about a transmitter?" Glenn tried changing the subject. "Doesn't concern you." Gunnar quickly shot him down, and Glenn took that as a sign to just stop talking. Gathering what they could into a few boxes, Gunnar lugged the majority of it back, while Glenn carried what he could. "Perfect timing as always." (Y/n) mused at Gunnar when he placed the boxes by her feet. When he straightened his back he allowed (Y/n) to tug him down to her height by his vest, smirking when she planted a quick peck to the side of his mouth. But before she could pull away, he quickly pulled her back, kissing her properly, his large hands splayed out on her lower back. (Y/n) chuckled softly as she pulled away from the kiss, staying close enough that when she spoke their lips brushed. "Someone askin' 'bout me?" She wondered with a playful glimmer in her eyes. "Just making sure they all know what's mine." The large Sweet murmured back before pecking her lips once more and straightening back up. A ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips when he noticed just about everyone was staring at them.

"You're impossible." (Y/n) mused before snatching up the first box, setting to work on making the noise makers part of the trap. "Probably." Gunnar shrugged casually before moving to assist her. By the time they'd finished that, and properly set up a perimeter with the noise makers, the sun hung low in the sky. "I'm gonna go down to the quarry and clean up a little bit." (Y/n) informed Gunnar, patting his shoulder affectionately before walking off. "Hey." He called to her before she could get to far, smirking when she turned to him without argument. "Yeah?" She tilted her head a little. "Just in case." He stated before tossing her his knife, still in its sheath she caught it with ease. "Careful." He added. "Always." (Y/n) mused before walking off, tucking the knife into her back pocket, after popping the safety strap in case she needed to grab it quickly. Satisfied Gunnar turned his attention back to her rifle, having offered to clean it for her a short while ago. Lori, Andrea, Amy, Carol and the kids tagging along with (Y/n) as she made her way down to the quarry.

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"So you and Gunnar huh?" Carol asked with a smile as the group of women huddled knee deep in the water, cleaning up a bit as best they could while the kids played on the bank. "Yeah." (Y/n) mirrored her smile. "How long?" Lori asked kindly. "Since long before this all started." (Y/n) shrugged a little. "Maybe five years, give or take." She thought about it for a moment, shrugging again with a small chuckle. "How did that happen?" Amy asked, the others all perking up at that question. "Oh well I've known Gunnar for, hell half my life. He and my father worked together, well he worked for my father on occasion. Eventually my dad got me in the same line of work, and when the team noticed how much I mellowed Gunnar out they'd team us up all the time. My father pushed us to get together, and well eventually we took his suggestion, and we've been inseparable since." (Y/n) smiled fondly. "The first time I realized I loved him, he'd saved my life for the first time, he nearly..." She cut herself off realizing she was about to reveal more than she intended. "He what?" Amy pried, completely enraptured by her story.

"Doesn't matter now, that was a long time ago." (Y/n) shook her head with a small smile, going back to the task at hand. Amy was about to pry further until Andrea nudged her side, her younger sister taking the hint she bit her tongue. "It's sweet." Carol mused aloud, the others all nodding in agreement. "You have an awful lot of tattoos (Y/n)." Lori stated casually, her eyes raking over the ink covering a good deal of the skin (Y/n) was now showing, after having striped down to a tank top and her underwear earlier. "Oh yeah my father was also a tattoo artist, he'd been tattooing me since I was sixteen." (Y/n) smiled fondly as she looked to her arms. "Sixteen!?" Andrea gasped in surprise. "Yeah... Um well something had happened when I was sixteen... I was left with a whole bunch of scars because of it." (Y/n) licked her lip, lightly tracing the scar that ran over her lips. "My father felt guilty... Because... Well because in a way it was his fault. And he saw how insecure I had become because of the scars, so he offered to start tattooing over them, to make them beautiful, to make me beautiful. And well... I took him up on that offer." (Y/n) shrugged a little, the others feeling rather saddened by her story.

"They are beautiful." Lori smiled, despite never really being one for tattoos, or really understanding why anyone would want any until now. "Thank you." (Y/n) hummed with a small smile. The group quickly turning to the bank at the sound of approaching footsteps. "Hello ladies." Merle smirked as he waved his fingers at them, an anxious atmosphere washing over the group aside from (Y/n), who simply observed him. "Get out of here." Andrea hissed at him, the kids running into the water to be shielded by their mothers. "Well that's not very nice." Merle mocked with a small frown. "I suggest you listen to her." (Y/n) moved to place herself between the women and Merle, who shamelessly looked her up and down like she were on display for him. "Or what sweetheart?" He wondered tauntingly. "Or I'll crush your fucking windpipe you creep." (Y/n) hissed, her threat making him chuckle darkly. "Oh you're feisty." Merle grinned. "I ain't playin'." She stepped onto the bank, Merle hadn't noticed the sound of rapid footsteps.

"I don't believe you." He got in her face, still grinning. "Can't say I didn't warn you." (Y/n) hummed before suddenly headbutting him. Merle cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose. "Merle!" Daryl called out, him and half the guys all rushing down the hill, Gunnar included. "Fucking bitch!" Merle hissed as Daryl pulled him to his feet. "I'll fucking kill you!" He yelled as he fought his younger brother to let him go. "You can try." She taunted defiantly, feeling even more confident with Gunnar at her side. "You stupid bitch." Merle hissed, having broken from Daryl's hold, only for Shane to snatch him by his coller. "Fucking let go of me!" He shouted. "You need to cool it." Shane shoved him back. "She broke my nose!" Merle hollered. "You're lucky that's all she did." Shane shot back, fully aware she could have done far worse. "Let it go." Daryl muttered to his brother, who shoved him away before storming off. "You all okay?" Shane asked, looking to Lori. "Yeah." She nodded her head, and most of crowd that had formed retreated.

"Vill du att jag ska döda honom?" (Do you want me to kill him?) Gunnar asked in his native language, making (Y/n) grin softly. "Nej." (No.) She shook her head, kissing his cheek before walking off to get properly dressed. "Thank you (Y/n)." Lori embraced her after they'd all gotten properly dressed. "Of course." (Y/n) patted her back, and smiled softly as they broke away. "He's going to have it out for you now, you know?" Andrea pointed out as (Y/n) moved to walk beside Gunnar. "Doesn't matter, I've dealt with far worse." She shrugged before leaning into Gunnars side, while he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "He has no idea who he's dealing with." Gunnar mused aloud, his words only making the others that much more curious about the pair. Once back at the camp, Gunnar led (Y/n) to the main fire, sitting down first then pulling her down to his lap. "Eat." He instructed as he passed her the MRE he'd prepared for her earlier, chili and macaroni. "What about you?" She questioned, taking note that he hadn't made two like he normally would.

"Just eat." He instructed before kissing the side of her head, more interested in taking care of her than himself at the moment. "Är de borta?" (Are they gone?) She wondered softly, knowing he wouldn't want the others to know what they were talking about, even though she doubted any of them spoke Swedish. "Nej." (No.) He rest his chin on the top of her head, his hands encasing her waist. "Okej." (Okay.) She accepted his answer, knowing better than most just how odd Gunnar can act at times, especially when he feels the need to protect her. So she did as he instructed, and ate the food, though only about half of it. "Here." She offered it to Gunnar, who glared down at her softly. "You need to eat as well big guy." (Y/n) pointed out, turning around in his lap as she stuck the spoon down into the bag. "Open." She instructed as she held the spoon out for him, he rolled his eyes playfully but complied anyways. Biting down hard enough to keep hold of the spoon when she tried to pull it back.

"Don't be like that." (Y/n) scolded playfully, giving the spoon another small tug, and smiling when it came lose. "Atta boy." She hummed softly, a giggle escaping her when Gunnar snatched the bag from her hands. Turning back around in his lap, (Y/n) reached for her bag, which lay beside Gunnars. She retrieved her precious leather bound journal, and charcoal pencil, then flipped to an empty page. "What are you up to?" Gunnar wondered as he watched her from over her shoulder. "The usual." She mused as she began drawing the sight before her. The warm fire, surrounded by some of the folks of this little survivor group. Lori, Carl, Shane, Andrea and Amy, Carol and Sophia, T-dog, Glenn, and Dale. They seemed happy in the moment, and (Y/n) wanted to commit this moment to memory. Who knows how long they'll stick around, or how long these people will survive. But tonight the world feels normal, calm and safe, and she didn't want to forget that feeling.

←Previously | Next→

*I had thought about writing this one with Joel Miller, but ended up deciding that he's getting enough attention, and my baby Gunnar needed some so I went with him instead. (^_^) And it's admittedly playing out better that way anyhow.

[gigantomachy1916]

for the fic writer asks: 9, 17, and 19 :-)

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

Mmm not every single day but I have written 37 out of the past 38 days, between 200 and 11,000 words each day! Got a streak going (almost... shouldn't have skipped that day). Sentence from today:

Grasping a handful of Floo powder, he stepped through to the Zabini home, where he was immediately greeted with the pungent stench of marijuana.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

They don't have diners in the UK! Also the exhibits of the Atlanta aquarium, and the mechanics of hopping trains, and the fact that gamma ray bursts are the most energetic processes in the universe, though I didn't end up using that last fact.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Ummmmm I'm gonna give you a long teaser cause I can't fuckin help myself, I've been working on this fic for SO LONG and wishing I could share it. Here's part of a scene from what's currently Chapter 5 of Fuel to Fire under the cut.

............

Sirius grabbed onto the front of Remus’s robes with an intensity that frightened her, eyes blazing. “You found the traitor?” he demanded. “Did you kill him?”

“I wouldn’t let them,” Mary said. “We need him to prove that you’re innocent.”

Turning to look at her, Sirius asked, “Them?”

Oops.

“Severus helped me,” Remus admitted.

“Severus Snape?” Sirius demanded. “What the fuck, Remus!” He still hadn’t let go of his robes, and Mary was getting a little nervous.

Deciding that, since scolding Snape had worked surprisingly well, she’d try it on Sirius too, Mary folded her arms and told him sternly, “Snape is my friend. Well, I’m a bit mad at him right now, because he didn’t tell me you were innocent at first. But he’s going to help us clear your name, so you can’t fight with him. Okay?” He seemed a little mentally addled, maybe because of being a dog for so long, so she was trying to keep things simple.

Sirius stared at her for a moment before turning back to Remus incredulously. “Snivellus is the Fawn’s friend?” he repeated. “Remus, what? How the fuck did this happen? What is she talking about?” Then something seemed to dawn on him, because he turned back to stare at Mary, betrayal in his eyes. “Is he here? I thought I smelled someone else, but I forgot, in all the…” He broke off, clearly unsure how to sum up ‘Mary and Remus petting him and calling him a good boy and convincing him to turn back to human.’

At that point, of course, Snape decided to make things even more difficult and step out from behind a tree, a rather obnoxious smirk on his face. Because he couldn’t just be nice, no, he had to revert to acting like a damn teenager at the worst possible moment. “Black,” he drawled.

Sirius was on his feet in an instant, advancing on Snape, and Mary quickly rushed to put herself between them, wondering where the fuck Sirius had gotten a wand from. And now Snape had his out, too. She stood with her back to Snape, her hands extended in Sirius’s direction, trying to stop him. “I told you, Snape is my friend!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “And I’m… I’m going to be very cross with you if you hurt him after he helped me find you!”

Looking a little uncertain, Sirius at least hesitated, and Mary, wanting to press her advantage, said the first thing that popped into her head: “Don’t be a bad dog!”

And for a moment, Sirius actually looked abashed, giving her what could only be termed ‘puppy dog eyes.’ Behind him, Remus burst out laughing, and even Snape snorted over her shoulder. “Yes, Black,” he taunted. “Don’t be a ‘bad dog.’”

Mary rounded on him at that. “Theíos!” she hissed, hands on her hips, not even realizing she’d reverted back to their old form of address. “You promised to be nice!”

“I haven’t hexed him yet,” Snape pointed out, sounding rather like he was sulking. He sniffed slightly and leaned backwards, away from Mary. “You reek of dog.”

(Behind her, she heard Sirius demanding, “Did she just call Snivellus her uncle? Remy, what is going on?” His voice was genuinely distraught, like the very foundations of the universe were unraveling beneath him.)

“That’s enough, children!” Remus snapped in the exact tone of voice he used when her class was acting up. “Sirius, Severus is Mary’s Head of House. He looks after her, and he helped me recapture Pettigrew.Yes, it’s strange, I thought so too at first, but he’s nice enough to her.” He stressed the final two words, making it clear the statement did not apply to anyone else. “Severus, if you cannot stop actively antagonizing Sirius, kindly go back to the Castle and leave us to talk. We have a lot to discuss, and we are not going to get anywhere with the two of you at each other’s throats.”

Both men turned to glare at him—Sirius out of betrayal that Remus would defend Snape, and Snape out of indignation that Remus would dare tell him off. Mary gave Remus a grateful smile, glad that she wasn’t the only one with any sense in this situation.

“I will not go back to the Castle without Miss Potter,” Snape argued. “Black may not have killed Pettigrew or those muggles, but he is clearly volatile. I will not leave her alone with him.” Completely ignoring the fact that Remus would be there too, of course.

“I am not volatile, I just hate you,” Sirius retorted, and Mary rolled her eyes.

“If it’ll stop you guys from killing each other, fine. I’ll go back to the castle with Professor Snape, and you,” she addressed Remus, “can find me once you’ve filled Sirius in on everything.”

Remus seemed fine with that plan, but Sirius was not. “Hang on!” he protested, grabbing Remus’s sleeve. “You’re not just going to let him take the Fawn somewhere alone, are you?”

“Merlin and Morgan!” she swore, fed up with his attitude and with being talked about like she wasn’t even there. “My name is Mary, and I don’t need Remus’s permission to follow my Head of House back to the Castle. Besides, if Snape wanted to kill me, he’s already had plenty of opportunities. I’m alone with him in his private lab basically all the time.” Sirius only looked more outraged at that, so she simply turned on her heel, giving Snape an unimpressed glare. “If you’re quite finished being rude to my godfather, you may escort me back.”

Snape huffed at her audacity, and possibly at the fact that she was clearly imitating him in her haughtiness, but he did so, placing a rather possessive hand on her shoulder and pushing her quickly along, which only sparked another outraged noise from Sirius behind her back. Anyway, he retracted his hand soon enough, wiping it on his robes and complaining, “You are absolutely covered in slobber. Honestly.”

“Yeah, I guess Sirius really likes to lick,” she agreed, and he gave her a look of such utter disgust that she had to laugh.

“That is perhaps the single most repulsive thing you could have said.”

[northgeorgiadogtraining]

How Can I Fix My Puppy’s Bad Habits?

When I was small, my parents would take my brother and myself to a restaurant in Westwood Village (Los Angeles, California) called (I believe) “The Westwood House”.  This was very, very long ago, so I am a little hazy on the restaurant’s name, but perfectly clear on the events I am about to impart.

My brother and I were only four-years-old and the restaurant was really “an adult restaurant”, but we acted like “perfect little gentlemen”.  It was to the point that the restaurant owner once told my mother that she could bring us there any time because we were so well behaved.

To tell you the truth, speaking for myself, I really didn’t know that I was “well behaved”.  I simply understood that how I acted in the restaurant, or any place, was a specific way.  I was simply acting that “specific way”.  That is what I was taught by my parents.  That is what I did and I had no intention or reason to do anything differently.  If I started to do anything that may have been inappropriate, my mom or dad would let me know, I would learn from it, and not do it.  No big deal. I wasn’t an angel; I was just learning stuff.

Now, let’s discuss misbehaving puppies.  In almost every case, a misbehaving puppy isn’t bad, they were simply taught that it was ok to do the wrong things they are doing.  We need to simply address those “bad things” and teach our puppies that it is best to only do the “good things”.

Robin and I have a great dog training article that will teach you how to resolve your puppy’s bad behavior. Please read our dog training blog titled “How Can I Fix My Puppy’s Bad Habits”.

https://northgeorgiadogtraining.com/fix-my-puppys-bad-habits-johns-creek/

[nightinghoul]

[Narcolepsy, TBI, Autism]

I was at a concert last night, and where I live, they don't know how to manage crowds. It's always a big clusterduck. 🦆 And I was at the Atlanta airport recently, and it was more organized, but still a very aggressive crowd. Also, we were at Victoria train station in London, and it was not as bad, but still crowded and busy, and we had to be careful not to step on a pigeon.

If you are offensive crowd navigator, I need to ask you to pay more attention.

When I am in a busy and/or crowded place with my husband, or when we are walking a long distance, I fall asleep. As if I were in a video game, I put myself on "follow" and walk behind him. This is called automatic behavior, and it's a survival mechanism for people with narcolepsy when we need to do more than we have energy for.

When my husband and I are in crowded places, for some reason people always try to muscle in front of me, and not him. I keep the gap between us very small. I stay just far enough away that I don't step on his heals. I am able to "check in" occasionally to make sure I'm keeping pace. If anyone paid any attention to us, they would see a person following another person.

And yet, people always try to step in front of me. At the airport, for instance, we were standing in line to get our luggage, and this really tall guy thought he could push me around. He literally pushed in front of me with his shoulder to try to wedge his way in and stand in front of me. I closed in on my husband even more, and put my hand on his back. I put my hand on his back often, but that's uncomfortable for both of us while on the move.

If I get separated from my husband while traveling, I'm in trouble. I get lost easily, and can become very confused and anxious. In the case of being at an airport, I could wander off in a dream state and cause us to miss our flight. At a concert, I could get lost or injured. I might end up asleep in the dirt somewhere.

I wear dog tags with a narcolepsy alert and emergency contact info. I also have a medical alert wrist band. But honestly, why put me in the position where I need them just because you think your travel experience is more important than mine? I'm walking at the same pace as my husband, so getting in front of me and behind him isn't going to get you anywhere faster. It's just weird!

Be cool, people.

Be cool to your disabled neighbors.

Be cool to other living beings.

[commiepinkofag]

September 10, 2009 Atlanta's Police Vice Squad and paramilitary 'Red Dog' unit illegally raided the Atlanta Eagle Bar

Settlements from lawsuits filed by victims of the raid reached over 1 million.

Per a court order, the APD created a one-hour training video which all officers have to watch and answer an accompanying set of questions.

The 'Red Dog Unit' was disbanded and replaced with another unit — currently named 'Titan'.

The Titan Unit "will have to be more aggressive," Police Chief Rodney Bryant told a House committee. But, Bryant also assured lawmakers "in no way" would it "replace what Red Dog was." — 2021

'Red Dog' was at one point was led by Memphis Police Chief Cerelyn "C.J." Davis, who then created the 'Scorpion Unit' in Memphis — the 'Scorpion Unit' subsequently responsible for the murder of Tyre Nichols.

Police falsely imprisoned Atlanta Eagle bar patrons, employees in raid, rules citizen review board

Among the many racist and homophobic slurs used by police that night, an officer was heard saying, “Raiding a gay bar is fun, we should do it every week.” ['alleged']

The owner of the Atlanta Eagle stated that the city's actions following the ruling have been "nothing more than a slap in the face of the gay community".

Review finds widespread wrongdoing in Atlanta Eagle bar raid [2011] Two officers from Atlanta Eagle raid in trouble again; complaints allege groping, body search [2011]

The officers named involved in the Atlanta Eagle raid were: Sgt. John Brock, Sgt. Willie Adams III, Sgt. Kelley Collier, Officer Melonie Mague, Officer Robert Goodwin, Officer Stallone Davis, Investigator Bennie Bridges, Officer Jeremy Edwards, Officer Dimitri Jaques, Officer Dione Meredith, Officer James Menzoian, Officer Cayenne Mayes, Officer Christopher Dowd, Officer Craig Condon, Investigator Herman Glass, Investigator Timothy McClain, Officer Brandon Jackson, Officer Marlon Noble, Officer Stephanie Upton, Officer William Porter, Officer William B. Walters, Officer Vincente Marcano, Officer Darnell Perry and Officer Jared Watkins.

14 years after the notorious raid…

The Eagle reopens in a new location, after closure during the Covid epidemic.

[shewritesinblackink]

The horizon of Dawn - a walking dead universe fanfic - part 2: guts

twdxf!oc!

part 1,

ao3 link on the masterlist post :)

Eventually one day Dawn was allowed to join Glenn on a supply run in the city. Other people wanted to go as well; Andrea, T-dog, Jacqui and Morales. Shane wasn’t so pleased with that, even less when he heard Merle was going too. But knowing Merle would be there to keep an eye on the newcomer calmed him a little. As the group took off toward Atlanta, the rest of the camp got back to their usual chores and whereabouts.

Everything went well in the city until Glenn came back with a new guest–  and a herd of geeks. Andrea drew her gun to the guy’s face and Dawn noticed that the blond woman hadn’t removed the safety. Everyone started to talk to make her put the gun down, but she was angry. So angry at the stranger for rigging the dinner bell, angry because she was panicking, because she thought they wouldn’t be able to get out of the city. It was so easy to fall into a panic state. She eventually stopped, dropped the gun and T-dog tried the radio again. But nothing but statics.

“Maybe the roof. There we’ll have better reception.”

A few seconds later they all heard gunshots, and Andrea sighed.

“Is that Dixon?”

“What is that maniac doing?” asked Morales, really concerned.

They all started to run to the staircase, taking two steps at a time, trying to go as fast as their legs would allow them. They opened the roof’s door in a big clang! and disbelief washed over them at what they witnessed.

“Hey Dixon! Are you crazy?” T-dog was the first to speak, raising his voice over the gunshots noises. Merle was propped one foot on the edge of the roof, aiming at the walkers below with a sniper rifle, hitting every target. He left out a laugh when he heard T-dog and kept firing at the flesh-eaters below them.

Andrea let out a groan. “Oh jeez.”

“Hey! Y’all be more polite to a man with a gun uh! Just common sense.” His heavy southern accents eating the syllables more than Dawn ever heard– not that the man spoke a lot at camp though. She observed him, how he held the rifle, how he didn’t miss a single target. He was trained, well trained.

“Man, you’re wasting bullets we ain’t even got!” T-dog was getting impatient but Merle only laughed more, readying himself to aim at another target.

“And you’re bringing even more of them down our ass! Man, just chill!”

Dawn looked down toward the streets, where black masses were moving slowly, growling in the distance.

“hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day.” he said pointing toward Morales,  “Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day.” His face was distorted in a mix of rage from being disturbed whilst in the middle of his little therapy-shooting session, and a smile that would tell you a lot of stories if you’d only dared look at it.

“That”ll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me ?”

“T-dog, man, leave it.” Morales said, sensing the storm about to strike.

“No.” T-dog seemed ready for whatever furry would unleash on him.

“Hey, it ain’t worth it. Relax.”

Merle looked right into T-dog’s eyes, stepping toward him, licking his lips like a predator ready to eat his prey. He’s far from being relaxed, thought Dawn. 

“Ye wanna know the day?”

T-dog nodded, “Yeah.” And Dawn knew it was going to get bad.

“I’ll tell you the day, M.Yo. It’s the day i’ll take order from a nigger.” Merle spat down the word and then really spat on the concrete floor. T-dog’s face was tense from anger. “Mother..” but he couldn’t finish his sentence as the two men broke off into a fistfight.

“Hey, woah cut it out, man!”

“Dixon, that's enough!”

Everybody yelled at the redneck to stop punching T-dog, who was now lying on the hard floor, receiving rageful hits on the face. Merle’s knuckles were red from T-dog’s blood, but he kept going. again and again as if in a trance.

Dawn watched, glued to her spot, not daring saying anything or doing anything. She knew that Merle had a temper, she saw him argue with Shane more than once since she’d joined them, and she’d suspected him, just by how he held himself and how he behaved, that he was some kind of racist and sexist redneck. But she’d thought with the end of the world he’d at least contain his feelings and be better. What a mistake. And today’s interaction only confirmed it.

“Stop it! Get off him!” Andrea screamed, almost hysteric.

And as if Merle heard Andrea’s pleading and was considering it, he stopped beating the man on the floor, his fist still in the air. But all of a sudden there was a gun in his hand, pointed at T-dog.

Everyone inhaled sharply, taking a step back, holding a hand to their mouth. Andrea cried out, “Oh no, no, no, please!”

Merle got up suddenly, looking at his crowd like a proud rooster taking in his little audience.

“All right, we’re gonna have ourselves a little powwow, uh? Talk ‘bout who’s in charge.” He threw a wicked grin, “I vote me.” his voice was now calm and collected as if he hadn’t been beating the shit out of another man a second ago. “Anybody else? Democracy time, y’all! Show off hands, uh! All in favors, c’mon!”

With the gun still in his hand, he continued on until every hand was raised. Nobody had dared resist him considering how unpredictable he was.

“Okay, that’s good. Yeah, real good. That means i’m the boss, right? Anybody else?”

The stranger that Glenn had saved only moments prior had been oddly silent until now, he took a step closer behind Merle.

“Yeah.” Before Merle could register what was happening to him, the stranger hit him with a pipe and handcuffed him to another pipe screwed to the roof.

Dawn watched in bewilderment.

“Hey! Who the hell are you man!?” the redneck started to frantically move his wrist, trying to get free from the handcuffs. He started yelling and kicking like a newborn. pathetic. He better regain control of himself if he wanna be freed.

“Officer friendly,” the stranger cocked his head to one side, “Look here, Merle. Things are different now.” He knelt to be at the other man’s level, but stayed far enough so he wouldn't be kicked at or grabbed. “There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.”

Merle only spat in response, “screw you, man.”

“I see you make a habit of missing the point.” He got up, adjusting his cop’s belt with his holster. Only now Dawn registered the man’s outfit. He’s a cop?

“Yeah well, screw you twice.”

Clearly Merle was in no state to be spoken to. His head still red, flush from the fight against T-dog, his chest lifting heavily and his handcuffed wrist jolting from time to time.

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.” The cop took a step back, cocking his gun, mimicking Merle’s words. “Only common sense.”

“Ye wouldn’t. Yer a cop.”

“All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that.”

Rick’s glare was focused and steady, his hand still holding the gun, his finger itching for the trigger. 

“What are ye gonna do now? Arrest me?” Merle laughed loudly but the stranger walked away, snatching Merle sniper on the ground at the same time.

“Hey that’s my stuff! If I get loose, you'd better pray… Hey you hear me you pig!”

“Yeah, your voice carries.” the cop mutters.

The others, still in shock, regroup toward the man in the cop uniform, throwing uneasy glances at the handcuffed redneck.

“You’re not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?” Asked Morales.

“Up the road a ways.”

“Well, officer friendly from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city.” Morales welcomed the newcomer, offering him his hand to shake.

Few moments later Merle had seemed to calm down. His eyes were closed and his head lifted downward. T-dog was seated on the floor not far from the redneck, he was adjusting the radio’s channel to try getting a clear signal. But his words were lost to the statics. The hard sun of the afternoon was harsher in the city than at the quarry, reverberating on the concrete’s roof of the building with nothing to cast shades or take cover under. Sweat had formed on Dawn’s forehead and she wiped it with a cloth from her back pocket as she silently thanked herself for braiding her hair that morning before going.

“It’s useless. Stop wasting the battery.” The young woman said to T-dog after hearing him curse. He threw her a look she didn’t really know what to do with. She sat up beside him, but not too close. She didn’t quite feel comfortable enough around these people yet.

“How’d you expect to get out o’ here then?” The woman only shrugged before Morales came in.

“How’s that signal?” 

“Like Dixon’s brain… weak.” the white man threw the finger to T-dog, who did well to ignore him.

“keep trying.”

“Why?” asked Andrea, “that’s useless, there’s no one.”

“It’s up to us to find a way out.” said the cop, his hand on his hips.

“Good luck with that.” Merle's words were ignored but he kept talking, making comments toward Andrea. The woman ignored him and they all started to search for a plan to get out of the city unscathed. Jacqui seemed to know quite some useful things about old buildings and how they were built so they all headed for the machinery in the basement, where the boilers and pipes were.

Everyone got assigned a job but T-Dog and Dawn. They stayed on the roof, waiting.

Don’t they trust me? I could be useful.

“Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody copy? I'm hoping to hear somebody's voice 'cause I'm getting sick and tired of hearing mine.”

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy.” Merle looked up to the two people seated in front of him.

 “Why don't you pull your head out of your ass? Maybe your headache will go away.” That made Dawn laugh silently but apparently Merle caught her.

“What’s so funny suga’?”

The look she gave him made him shut up for a moment before he scoffed to himself and returned to his half-asleep state.

[laresearchette]

Friday, August 04, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: EVA THE OWLET (Apple TV+) WITNESS TO MURDER (A&E Canada) 9:00pm WOMEN ON DEATH ROW (A&E Canada) 10:00pm

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GIANT POP-UP CONSTRUCTIONS (Cottage Life) 9:00pm/10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Workers gather in India to build a railway underpass in just five hours; they battle stifling heat and deadly obstacles to reconnect the tracks and ensure they're safe before the first scheduled train roars through.

STIMULANT (Crave) 9:00pm: A humanoid A.I.'s attempt at winning a grieving widow's heart puts it in the path of a government agent trying to stop the rise of machine consciousness.

NATURAL BORN KILLERS: DIRECTOR'S CUT (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: Two young lovers (Woody Harrelson, Juliette Lewis) embark on a blood-drenched killing spree that quickly propels them to celebrity status.

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𝚅𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

In Atlanta, T-Dog, Daryl, Y/N, Glenn, and Rick still stare at Merle's severed hand. Y/N stays frozen on her knees in front of the severed hand. Daryl turns his crossbow on T-Dog to kill him, but Rick pulls out his Python and points it at Daryl.

"I won't hesitate" Rick says, his eyes trained onto Daryl "I don't care if every walker in the city hears it" Daryl realizes Rick isn't lying and lowers his crossbow. They sit in silence for a minute or so before Daryl looks to T-Dog, his voice calm.

"You go a do-rag or something?" He asks. T-Dog reaches into his pants pocket and hands him one. Daryl walks over to Y/N and Merle's hand and bends down, laying the rag flat on the ground.

"He can't be dead, could he?" Y/N whispers, watching as Daryl places the hand on the rag and folding it around the severed hand.

"Of course not, he's a Dixon. We don't die easily" Daryl replies, standing up and walks over to Glenn and turning him around. Daryl zips open Glenn's backpack and places the hand in, all the while Glenn has a disgusted look on his face. Y/N stands up, clearing her throat and dusting herself off.

"He must have used a tourniquet...maybe a belt" She says, looking down at the blood "Be much more blood if he didn't" Daryl notices a blood trail and begins to follow it. Rick and Glenn follow as Y/N stays back with T-Dog to help him pick up the tools on the roof.

"I'm sorry man, I'm so damn sorry. I didn't know he was gonna cut his damn hand off" T-Dog says as he bends down to place tools back in the toolbox. Y/N shakes her head, bending down to help.

"You really don't need to apologise" She says, placing a hand on his shoulder "Merle Dixon is a stubborn git, he doesn't die so easily. And he may be a douche bag, but he is survival smart" T-Dog nods his head, guilt, and regret still in his eyes. Y/N picks up Dale's toolbox and they stand up and start to follow the rest. The group enter through a door to a stairwell, and they begin to descend, all the while Daryl has his crossbow up ready to shoot anything and anyone.

"Merle? You in here?" Daryl calls, his voice echoing slightly. They walk down to another floor and Daryl walks into an office and shoots a Walker with his crossbow before the rest walks in and makes sure the coast is clear. They enter a lobby of some sort and see two walkers laying on the ground, their heads bashed in.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed" Y/N says, looking down at the walkers then to the bloody wrench on the ground.

"Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother" Daryl adds as he reloads his crossbow "Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is" Rick says as he puts his gun up and continues forward.

==

Back at the camp, Andrea and Amy come back to the camp with tons of fish strung up on a chain. Everyone looks at the two with delight.

"Oh, baby. Will you look at that?" Morales says, walking over to the two "Hey, check it out" Andrea passes Morales a chain of fish and he holds it up as Lori begins clapping "Ladies...Because of you my children will eat tonight. Thank you"

"Thank Dale" Andrea says "It's hic canoe and gear".

"Mom, look. Look at all the fish" Carl says as Morales brings the fish closer to Lori jokingly.

"Thank you" Lori says, laughing.

"Whoa" Danny says as he and Carl prod the dead fish.

"Yeah, whoa" Lori says before looking at Andrea and Amy "Where did you two learn to do that?"

"Our dad" Amy replies, taking a drink from her bottle.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Carl asks, looking at Amy.

"Oh, and my too please!" Danny says, smiling up at Amy.

"Sure. I'll teach you two all about nail knots and stuff" Amy looks to Lori "If that's okay."

"You won't catch me or Y/N arguing" Danny and Carl look at each other with excitement.

"Hey, Dale" Andrea says as said man walks over to the small group "When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace" Dale doesn't seem as happy as he usually is.

"I, uh, I don't want to alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of a problem" Shane comes up to the group as Dale points over to Jim who is digging holes, and they look up at him.

==

In Atlanta, the group continues to search for Merle. Daryl shouting for him.

"Merle!" He shouts, looking around the corner.

"We're not alone here" Rick says, glaring at Rick "Remember?"

"Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself" Daryl says as he walks through before they come upon a kitchen where a stove is still lightened.

"Shit" Y/N whispers as they look at the bloody stove with a belt sitting on the top of it. Rick picks up a piece of metal with a handle, blood over it.

"What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asks.

"Skin" Rick answers "He cauterized the stump" Glenn turns his glaze in disgust before back at Rick.

"Told you he was tough" Daryl says, moving his gaze from the bloody stove to Rick then back to the stove "Nobody can kill Merle but Merle" Daryl says.

"Don't take that on faith" Rick says "He's lost a lot of blood".

"Yeah?" Y/N questions, looking over at something "Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap" She walks over to the other side of the room. The rest walk over to see what she means.

"He left the building?" Glenn questions, looking at the smashed window to where Merle broke out of "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Y/N says and looking down out the window to see a set of stairs "He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving"

"You call that surviving?" T-Dog asks, his eyes locking with Y/N's "Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? I'm sorry Y/N but what are his odds out there?" Y/N goes to answer but is cut off by Daryl.

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by your sorry pricks" Daryl says, forgetting that one of the 'sorry pricks' is his own daughter. Y/N, T-Dog and Glenn looks down in shame as Daryl comes face to face with Rick "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard"

"What about 1,000 dumb dead bastards?" Rick asks, standing closer to Daryl "Different story?"

"Why don't you take a tally?" Daryl asks, not backing down "Do what you want. Me and Y/N are gonna go get him" Said girl's head perks up at her name. Daryl goes to the window before Rick places his hand on his chest to stop him.

"Daryl, wait" Rick says as Daryl jumps back from Rick.

"Get your hands off me! You can't stop me or Y/N!"

"Dad just calm down" Y/N says, stepping forward to stand in between the two men "We've gotta work together on this".

"He's out there, N/N. We've gotta go with him, we can't just fuckin' leave him out there" Glenn goes to say something but Rick gets there first.

"I don't blame you. He's family, I get that" Rick says, gently pushing Y/N to the side and walking closer to Daryl "I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel. Y/N went through hell to find you and I know she gets that from you, so you'd go through hell for yours. He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head" Daryl swallows the lump in his throat.

"I could do that" Daryl says. Rick then looks to T-Dog who shakes his head.

"Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets in Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" He speaks.

"That's fair" Y/N says, shrugging.

==

Back at the camp, Jim was still digging the holes when the whole camp walks up the hill to see him, Shane, and Dale in the lead with Andrea, Amy and Danny following then the rest. Danny holds Amy's hand as he looks at the man digging the holes.

"Hey, Jim" Shane says, but he doesn't get a reply "Jim, why don't you just hold up, all right?" Jim stops digging and breaths heavily "Just give me a second here, please".

"What do you want?" Jim asks, leaning on his shovel.

"We're all just a little concerned, that's all."

"Dale says you've been out here for hours" Morale adds.

"So?" Jim asks.

"So why are you digging?" Shane asks, "Are you heading to China, Jim?" He jokes, laughing a little.

"What does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone".

"Yeah, except maybe yourself. It's a hundred degrees today" Dale says as Jim continues digging "You can't keep this up."

"Sure, I can. Watch me"

"You're gonna get sick, Mr" Danny speaks up, looking at the man. Jim looks at him with a sad smile.

"I'll be alright son" Lori walks forward to stand besides Dale; arms crossed.

"Jim, they're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people" Jim stops digging and looks at Lori "You're scaring my son, Carol's daughter and Y/N's brother" Lori says.

"But I'm not scared, just worried" Danny whispers, looking up to Amy. She smiles down at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, not replying.

"They got nothing to be scared of. I mean, what the hell, people? I'm out here by myself. Why don't you all just go and leave me the hell alone?" Jim says, waving his arm away before going back to digging.

"We think that you should take a break, okay?" Shane says, stepping forward "Why don't you go and get yourself in the shade? Some food maybe. I'll tell you what...maybe in a little bit I'll come out here and help you myself. Jim just tells me what it's about. Why don't you just go ahead and give me that shovel?"

"Or what?" Jim asks, leaning on his shovel.

"There is no or what. I'm asking you. I'm coming to you and I'm asking you, please. I don't want to have to take it from you".

"And if I don't, then what?" Jim asks, challenging Shane "Then you're gonna beat my face in like Ed Peletier, aren't you? Y'all seen his face, huh? What's left of it" Jim shouts to the group "See, now that's what happens when someone crosses you."

"That was different, Jim" Shane says, his jaw stiff.

"You weren't there. Ed was out of control. He was hurting his wife".

"He's a bully" Danny adds.

"That is their marriage. That is not his" Jim says as Carol hugs her daughter and turns her away from Jim "He is not judge and jury" He looks to Shane "Who voted you king boss, huh?"

"Jim, I'm not here to argue with you, all right? Just give me the shovel, okay?" Shane reaches for the shovel, but Jim moves it away from him.

"No, no, no"

"Just give me the--" Shane is cut off by Shane pushing him away "Jim!" Jim then threatens to hit Shane with the shovel, but he's tackled by said man to the ground.

"Okay, shhh, shhh" Shane says as he puts Jim's hand behind his back.

"You got no right!" Jim shouts, struggling against Shane.

"Jim, just stop it. Hey, hey, hey, hey"

"Don't!" Jim shouts, breathing heavily into the ground.

"Jim. Jim, nobody's gonna hurt you. You hear me? Shh. Jim, nobody is gonna hurt you, okay?"

"That's a lie. That's the biggest lie there is" Jim says as Shane handcuffs his hands together "I told that to my wife and my two boys. I said it 100 times. It didn't matter" Everyone begins listening to Jim as he told his story "They came out of nowhere. There were dozens of 'em. Just pulled 'em right out of my hands" Lori's eyes widen "You know, the only reason I got away was cause the dead were too busy eating my family" Lori covers her mouth as everyone looks at the man with sympathy.

==

Back in Atlanta, the group sit in a office looking room. T-Dog and Glenn are sat on the floor, Rick is standing up, Daryl is leaning against the table while Y/N is sat on the table opposite her dad.

"You're not doing this alone" Rick says, looking down at Glenn.

"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much and I'm not putting my kid in danger" Daryl says, making Y/N scoff.

"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Y/N can also move faster, and she can protect me from any walkers that come at me up close" Glenn draws a map of the street on the ground and marks the tank and the bag of guns "Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met" Glenn says looking at Rick and Y/N "That's where Daryl, Y/N and I will go."

"Why us?" Delilah asks.

"Daryl's crossbow is quieter than his gun" Glenn says gesturing to Rick "And your handy with your knives. While Daryl waits here in the alley, me and Y/N will run up the street, grab the bag".

"You got us elsewhere?" Rick asks. Glenn picks up a rubber and places it on the street.

"You and T-Dog, right. You'll be in this alley here".

"Two blocks away? Why?" Rick asks.

"We may not be able to come back the same way" Glenn explains, gesturing to himself and Y/N "Walkers might cut us off. If that happens, we won't go back to Daryl. We'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are" Glenn plans, showing them on the drawing of the place "Whichever direction we go, we got you in both places to cover us. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here".

"Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asks.

"Delivered pizzas" Glenn answers, confused "Why?" The group look at him in surprise as Delilah whistles.

"Pretty good strategic for being a pizza boy" she says. Later Glenn, Daryl and Y/N climb down the ladder and run down the alley before hiding behind a dumpster. Daryl loads his crossbow while Y/N grabs her knife out her boot and the one out her sleeve and holds them in her hand.

"You got some balls for a chinaman" Daryl says.

"I'm Korean" Glenn says, annoyed.

"Whatever"

"Behave" Y/N says as she and Glenn leaves the dumpster and runs down the street. Several Walkers notice them, but don't aggressively chase them yet. They hide behind cars before jumping over a small wall of bags. While Daryl waits behind the dumpster, a young man of Mexican descent walks down the alley. Daryl spots him and points his crossbow at him.

" Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?" The boy asks, scared.

"I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt really bad. You see him?" Daryl asks, his crossbow still pointed at the boy.

"Ayudame!" He shouts.

"Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Answer me!" Glenn and Y/N notice the Walkers start to converge on them as he grabs the bag of guns and goes to run away before Y/N quickly turns back and picks up Rick's sheriff's hat. Y/N quickly stabs a Walker in the head that was close to Glenn before the run back down the street they came.

"Answer me

"Ayudame! Ayudame! Ayudame!" The boy shouts. Rick and T-Dog hear the yelling and start to run over to Glenn, Y/N and Daryl's alley. Daryl then hits the kid with his crossbow, taking him to the ground before covering his mouth.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, Shut up" Daryl repeats, struggling to hold the boy's mouth closed. Two other Mexicans also come down the alley and they kick Daryl off the boy before starting to beat him up. Glenn and Y/N come back with the guns and sees what is happening.

"Dad! Back off him assholes" Y/N says, getting her knife ready.

"That's it. That's the bag, Vato" The man starts to run forward.

"Glenn, go, go!" Y/N runs forward and goes to stab the man, but he sees through her actions and grabs her arm, twisting it back. She yelps in pain before being punching in the face and she falls to the ground. The two Mexicans then rush past her and before Glenn could run any further, they grab him and punch him to the ground, and they begin to beat him.

"Take it! Take it!" The man repeats. Y/N then gets up, slightly dazed and runs forward to jump on the back of the main guy. She wraps her arms around his neck before biting his neck hard, causing blood. The other Mexican then grabs her by the hair and pulls her to the ground before smashing her head into the wall "You puta, you fucking bit me! I'm gonna kill yo-" The man is cut off by Daryl shooting him in the rear end with his cross bow and he cries out in pain "Ah! Ah!" The two Mexicans then begin to retreat while one holds a struggling Glenn and the other dragging a bloodied and limp Y/N.

"Let us go! Let us go! Daryl! Daryl! Daryl!" Glenn pleads, trying to get out the man's grasp. A car pulls up as they start to back up more and out of the alley. One of the Walkers is crushed by one of the Mexicans. With no guns, but Glenn and Y/N as hostage, the group flees leaving the young boy behind as well.

"Y/N!" Daryl shouts, running forward to bang on the gate "Come back here, you sumbitches!" The walkers begin to walk over to him as he grabs the gate and shuts it before they can get him. Rick and T-Dog arrive to see what happened. Daryl turns around and pushes the boy in anger.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop it!" Rick says, pushing Daryl back.

"I'm gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!" Daryl threatens, trying to get to the boy.

"Let me go!" The boy's shouts but is stopped by T-Dog.

"Chill out!" He shouts to him.

"They took Glenn and Y/N. They fuckin' smashed her face into the wall. That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!" Daryl shouts, pointing at the young boy.

"Guys! Guys! We're cut off!" T-Dog shouts, pointing at the walkers.

"Get to the lab. Go" T-Dog grabs the boy and begins running. Rick picks up the guns and looks down at his hat.

Come on. Damn, let's go" Rick bends down to pick up his hat and Y/N's bag, that she had dropped when she was attacked, and he notices the blood on the wall besides it, he looks down in concern.

"You better be okay, kid" He mutters before quickly running down the alley, followed by Daryl.

==

Glenn stills struggles with the man holding him tightly, kicking and shouting.

"Get of me! Get the hell off me!" He speaks. He then looks to Y/N who's laying against the other man, eyes closed Glenn slowly stops struggling and tries to stay calm "Let me go, please. I need to see if she's okay".

"The bitch is fine, she deserved it anyway" Vato says.

"She didn't deserve this" Glenn says, gesturing her bloodied face "You attacked her dad and me, what else was she gonna do."

"Well, her fucking dad shot me in the ass, so call this payback for doing so".

"Quite wining about your ass, Felipe" Vato says, glaring at said man.

"How about you get shot in the ass, then we'll see who's wining" Glenn pushes the man away from him and pulls Y/N off Vato's shoulder and onto his own, holding her close and protectively.

"What are you gonna do with us? Kill us?" Glenn asks, slightly scared to know the answer.

"Well, that's up to the boss, chinaman. And with what you did to me, I doubt it's gonna be good".

"He's Korean, asshole" Y/N mutters, her eyes slightly open. Glenn looks at the girl, relief spreading through his face.

"I'm surprised your awake, girl" Vato sneers "I smashed your head in good."

"And I bit your friend real good, nice scar he's gonna have" Y/N spits back "And don't forget the arrow scar in his ass, be grateful that it was only a warning shot."

"You be grateful I didn't smash your head in like I did that walker, puta" Vato says, turning his head to look out the window.

"Fucker" She mutters. She puts her head up carefully, using her sleeve to wipe away the blood rolling down her nose, groaning in pain "Danny isn't gonna be happy."

"He's gonna kill me" Glenn mutters, swallowing a lump in his throat.