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carlsdarling · 1 year ago

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She-Wolf Part II

Y/N does everything - literally everything - to finally be with Carl… Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: violence, angst, gore, Yandere!Reader

In the aftermath of this event, Ron spoke to Carl when the two of them were on a tour a few days later. "Carl, I think there's something wrong with Y/N," he said worriedly as they rummaged through a grocery store.

"What do you mean?" Carl asked, uncomprehending.

Ron tapped his forehead. "I don't think she's quite normal." He told Carl about your tantrum.

"Girls," Carl dismissed it with a casual wave of his hand. "It's probably just hormones. Enid is often bitchy too. Martha's quite different," he said.

Ron remained silent. He disagreed, but he realized that he couldn't explain to Carl exactly what had scared him so much: Not the fact that you'd been yelling and throwing the Coke can at the tree, but the intense darkness in your eyes. There was something inside you, something sinister and deathly that sent a shiver down Ron's spine.

"Maybe you shouldn't have let Y/N in," Ron said thoughtfully.

Carl stared at him indignantly. "Now stop that bullshit, Ron," he scolded. "Let's go over to the department store, I want to look for a present for Martha. It's her birthday soon." Ron complied and said nothing more.

Enid also noticed some signs of concern in the time that followed, and although she was still angry with Carl for dumping her for Martha, she took him aside to talk to him. "Carl, be careful," she warned, "I don't like the way Y/N is looking at you and Martha. I think she's obsessed with you."

"Rubbish," Carl fought back. "I'm not even sure if Y/N even has a crush on me, or if Martha just imagines it," he stated. "Either way, she knows I'm in a relationship."

"Just watch out," Enid repeated. "I think you're asking for trouble. Maybe you shouldn't always kiss Martha in public." She had observed that you eyed Martha with hatred whenever you thought you were not being watched.

"You're just jealous," Carl accused her.

"I don't have to put up with that," Enid countered angrily and walked away. "Don't say later that I didn't warn you."

***

Just one day later, you put your plan into action. You knew Martha would be on guard duty that night, and Rick and Michonne were out scavenging for medicine. So Carl would be home alone with Judith, the opportunity was favorable. You carefully chose your outfit - tight jeans and a black, cropped top. Underneath, you wore fiery red underwear, you carefully arranged your hair and spent a lot of time on your make-up. As you applied your lipstick, you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You were a hot piece of shit, irresistible, and Carl wouldn't be able to withstand you. You would seduce him and tell him that you loved him, and he would fall for you, and he wouldn't give a second thought to boring Martha. Before you left the house, you sprayed on your favorite perfume, then floated elf-like through the streets of Alexandria until you reached Carl's house. The first floor was dark, only the rooms upstairs were lit. Bravely, you rang the doorbell.

Nothing happened. You took a few steps back and looked up at the front of the house. Maybe Carl was bathing Judith. You vigorously pressed the bell button again, then you heard a window on the upper floor being pushed open. "Who's there?" Carl called out. He sounded stressed.

"It's just me, Y/N," you shouted.

"What's the matter?" asked Carl in astonishment. "I'm just putting Judith to bed."

"I was only going to talk to you," you claimed. Carl was silent for a few seconds. "Wait a minute, I'm coming downstairs," he then said tonelessly. A few minutes later, he opened the door and gazed at you, perplexed. "What's wrong?" he finally asked. He made no move to invite you in.

"Can I come in?" you asked softly. He hesitated before wordlessly stepping aside. He pointed to the door to the living room. You took a seat on the couch while Carl stood with his arms crossed and eyed you expectantly. He looked so adorable with his messy hair, rosy lips and his usual outfit of jeans, flannel and shirt. Invitingly, you moved to one side of the sofa. "Won't you sit next to me?" you tempted him and provocatively let your top slide down.

Carl turned red and his face showed a complicated sequence of different emotions. His mouth opened and closed a few times. "Umm, Y/N... I don't think this is a good idea," he mumbled, trying to bring more distance between you and him, but you stood up and approached him, playing with your hair.

"We could have fun, Carl," you purred, "I've been dying to tell you - I like you. I like you a lot." You tilted your head flirtatiously, then tried to kiss Carl, but he dodged you.

"You know I'm with Martha, Y/N," he clarified. "This ain't working."

"Oh, forget about fucking Martha," you hissed. Your face had suddenly contorted into a grimace, and Carl winced. "She's ugly, dumpy and boring. Stop letting her constrict you; she's not worth it."

"You've got that wrong," Carl replied in dismay. "I love her. I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's the way it is. I think it's better if you leave now." He pointed to the door.

"But..." you started.

"I won't tell anyone about tonight, but you're leaving now," Carl ordered.

You hadn't expected that and, full of disbelief and anger, you made your way home. When you got home, you shrieked with rage and threw the sofa cushions across the living room. That damn Martha! What did Carl see in her? Maybe she was blackmailing him with something, but you would figure it out. It was an unalterable fact that you and Carl belonged together. His rejection couldn't be meant seriously.

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During the next weeks, it didn't escape Martha's attention that you still adored Carl, and eventually she decided to confront you. Rick and Maggie had assigned you a job at the stables, since you - like Maggie - had grown up on a farm with horses and knew how to handle them. It was already dawn when you mucked out the last horse boxes. Your hair was in a bun, but sweaty strands kept falling into your face and you impatiently brushed them aside, all the while wondering when and how you could finally free Carl from that dreadful Martha. Little did you know that Martha would make it easy for you.

"Step aside, Starlight," you murmured and pushed against the black stallion's shoulder. The stallion sniffed suspiciously and pricked up his ears as if he had heard a noise. You listened, then you heard it too: footsteps approached the door, then a shadow appeared in the doorway. Outside, the darkness had descended. You blinked in irritation as you recognized Martha, who was slowly coming towards you. As always, she looked inconspicuous; her hair flat, no make-up, completely meaningless and without charisma. Hatred was burning inside you. She simply didn't deserve Carl!

"Hello, Y/N," Martha greeted you coldly.

"What do you want?" you snapped as you closed Starlight's box and leaned the pitchfork against the wall.

"We should talk," Martha began. "I want you to stop prowling around Carl like a bitch in heat. He doesn't want anything from you."

"He really does? Is that so?" you replied with a sneer. "You don't know a thing."

"Carl loves me," Martha said smugly. Her stupid face was adorned with a foolish smile.

"That can be changed, if it's even true," you replied venomously.

"Who do you think you are?" Martha attacked you harshly. "You can't come here and lay claim to my boyfriend! Carl has chosen me and you have to accept it!"

"Your days with Carl are over," you said tersely. "Look at yourself in the mirror."

"I really feel sorry for you, Y/N," Martha shook her head. "It must be hard for you. I'll just tell you one more time: stay away from Carl!" She turned to leave.

"Or what?"

Martha wheeled around. "Or you'll get to know me!"

"Oh, you think I'm afraid of you?" You laughed. Martha actually had no idea what you were like.

"I'll tell everyone how disturbed and pathetic you are," Martha warned, heading for the door. How could she think she could threaten you? She was nothing but a weak, dumb parasite!

You looked around frantically and your eyes fell on a small hatchet hanging on a hook on the wall. You grabbed it in a second and rushed after Martha. You caught up with her before she reached the door, but she must have heard you because she turned around. Her mouth opened in horror when she saw you, your right hand raised high with the hatchet. Martha didn't even have time to scream - the hatchet came down and split her skull almost to the root of her nose. She stared at you with an expression of incredulous astonishment as blood and brain matter streamed down her plain face, then she staggered, rolled her eyes and fell to the ground, where she gave a few last convulsions and then lay still.

Your heart raced. Hastily, you pulled the hatchet out of Martha's head; there was a sickening smacking sound and a pool of blood spread across the floor. What were you supposed to do with the body? That hadn't been the plan, even if it did solve your biggest problem – how to get rid of Martha. But if you were caught now, you would have no future with Carl anyway because you would be imprisoned or banished from Alexandria. You sighed in frustration. Your life was so complicated; it just wasn't fair.

The old well behind the stables came to mind. A deep hole in the ground, covered with rotten wooden planks. No one would look for Martha there. You grabbed her hands and dragged her with a groan out of the building, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. You'd have to clean this place soon. You broke out in a sweat, from stress and also from exertion, because Martha's body was heavy. You fought your way through the high grass, passing a rusty combine harvester, then pulled the lid of the well far enough aside so that you could maneuver the body into it. Martha slid through the hole and, satisfied, you heard her body land with a thud at the bottom. You placed the wooden planks back over the well. Then you returned to the stable, where you poured water on the floor and used the broom to clean up all the blood. You also wiped the blood off the hatchet. Why did murder have to be this filthy? It was so annoying! You had planned to watch a movie tonight, but now you could forget about it because you had to clean up this damn mess.

But Carl was finally yours. You had saved him. He just didn't know it yet.

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enid-rhees · 1 year ago

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BREAKING IT IN ➤ ENID RHEE X FEM!READER

SUMMARY ➤ YOU AND ENID MOVE INTO YOUR FIRST HOME TOGETHER IN HILLTOP AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF NO ONE BEING ABLE TO HEAR YOU ANYMORE.

WARNINGS ➤ SMUT. FINGERING, ORAL (R. RECIEVING) FACE RIDING, STRAP-ON USE, RIDING, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, SLIGHT OVERSTIM, DOM!ENID. R. HAS A SMALL PRAISE KINK. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

the second everyone left after helping you and Enid finish up decorating your new house together, Enid’s lips were on yours. her hands wandered all over your body on the way back to your room, making your skin hot everywhere she touched.

“i want you.” she whispered, her lowered and rasped voice sending you into a frenzy and causing you to squeeze your thighs together to ease the hot feeling between them. it set off butterflies in your stomach. you wanted her just as badly. “i want you,” she started, pushing you down on your bed. “to be screaming my name all night… until you lose your voice. alright? because honey, this is our place. no one can hear us anymore. and all i want is to hear you scream for me. all night long.”

you stared up at her with nothing but lust. all of her words sent waves down into your core, and a whine left your lips in response to her. “fuck me, please.”

Enid smirked down at you, lips attaching to your neck while her hands worked on the button of your jeans. she unclasped them and tugged them off your legs, pulling your panties off along with them. her fingers immediately started to rub across your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. you whined again, trying to push your hips up into her hand. her other hand pushed your hips back down, and she extended the other to gather some of your wetness on them.

your mouth fell open with loud moans. Enid’s fingers poked at your hole teasingly, she just barely dips her fingers into you, before pulling them back out again. “you’re so wet, sweetheart. is it all for me? did i do this?” she mumbles against your lips, biting your bottom lips between words. her slick-covered fingers gently rubbed at your clit again, and your hips jolted up at the feeling. you were so lost in the pleasure, and Enid lightly slapped her finger against your clit. “answer me, love. am i the one making you this wet?”

“yes!” you cried out. Enid let go of your hip and reached under your shirt. her fingers captured your nipple and she began rolling it between her fingers. all you could do was whine at the touch. when Enid was on top of you like this, you fall helpless and all you can do is take everything she gives you. Enid finally took your shirt off, throwing it across the room and attaching her lips to your other nipple in a few swift movements. “god,” Enid moaned into your skin. “you have no idea what you being under me does to me, sweetheart. i want to ruin you… so bad.”

“i need you, Enid. please.” you whimpered. Enid moved up, your faces were only centimeters apart. she looked down at your lips, and then smirked. “beg.” she ordered. “i want you too, baby. but i want to hear you beg for me.” her voice sent chills down your spine. “please, Enid. i need you so bad. please… please fuck me. i want to feel you… inside of me. i want to scream your name, all night. please, make me feel good.”

that’s all Enid needed to hear. she spread your legs apart and inserted two of her fingers with no warning. a gasp left your lips and she began to ruthlessly plunge her fingers into you. the squelching sound filled the room, only turning the two of you on more. you grabbed onto her bicep and squeezed it as loud, needy moans continuously left your lips. “you’re gorgeous,” Enid whispered against your lips. “i’m the only person who will ever get to see you like this. so needy, so… hot. only i get to make you moan like this, i’m the one who makes you feel this good. no one else. right?”

her fingers started moving faster, and you were so fucked out already, you couldn’t think of a coherent sentence, let alone a coherent thought. “only you!” you managed to choke out. another moan left your lips, “only… you can make me feel… this good.” your words were already slurred, and Enid smirked at how fucked out you were already. it fueled her with pride.

Enid added a third finger, and your head fell back on the pillow as a scream left your lips. her pace didn’t slow, and her fingers didn’t lose rhythm. you were in complete and utter euphoria. “louder, baby.” Enid hummed. she stretched her thumb up, pressing it down onto your clit. your hands gripped the sheets below you as screaming moans filled the room. every single sound went straight into Enid’s core.

you felt your orgasm start to approach. the hot, deep feeling pulling whimpers from your lips. Enid knew you were close; she knew your body almost better than you did. “you close, baby?” she hummed. “i can feel it, sweetheart. cum for me. make a mess for me.” when your orgasm coursed through your body, Enid didn’t slow her pace down. her fingers were drowned in your juices, and all you could do was moan and scream. waves of pleasure kept racking through you, and then Enid removed her fingers. she didn’t stop looking into your eyes as she sucked her fingers clean, eyes closing as she moaned at the taste. “god, sweetheart. you taste so good. can i taste you?”

you nodded as you tried to catch your breath. your head was still on the pillow, your eyes blown out with lust while they stared up at the ceiling. “words, baby.” Enid said, tapping your thighs. “yes,” you moaned. “please… taste me. need your tongue inside of me.” you whined. Enid spread your legs wide open once more.

Enid practically moaned at the sight of you. your clit was puffy, swollen slightly, and your folds were dripping in arousal, begging to be touched. Enid hooked her arms around your thighs, teasing you by placing kisses on the inside of your thighs. breathy moans left your lips as she sucked marks into the plush skin. suddenly, she plunged her tongue into you. you yelped and your hips jolted up, but Enid pushed them back down. she moaned into you and that sent vibrations through your body. you couldn’t control the moans that left your lips, they were non-stop, never ending. but each one only made Enid wetter.

her tongue was deep inside of you, as far as it can go. she licked every crevice inside you, making sure there wasn’t a part of you left untouched. your hands let go of the sheets and tangled into her hair, tugging the strands. she moaned into you once more at the feeling it gave her, and started to thrust her tongue in and out. “Enid!” you yelled, “oh my god- Enid, Enid-“ your chest rose and fell quickly and high-pitched moans interrupted your own words. then, Enid stopped. you whined at the loss of her tongue. she removed her head from in between your thighs and looked up at you with her lips glistened in your juices. “sit on my face.”

your stomach did flips. Enid laid flat on the bed and pulled you on top of her. your hands gripped the headboard as you lowered yourself onto her tongue, almost immediately losing your balance from the pleasure. Enid gripped your thighs once more as she buried her tongue deep inside of you. your head fell back as moans were pulled from your mouth, gradually getting louder and louder. her nose nudged into your clit repeatedly. your head was fuzzy with pleasure, you couldn’t comprehend anything else other than Enid’s tongue inside of you.

“mhm… ah! Enid!” you yelled when her tongue moved a certain way inside of you. she was feasting on you like it was her first meal in years. “oh, God, Enid.” you moaned out. “hng… ah… please, Enid.” she gripped your thighs tighter, plunging her tongue in and out of you repeatedly. the same, familiar feeling appeared in your stomach. “Enid… i’m close.” you whimpered. “cum on my tongue, sweetheart. make a mess on my face. you’re doing so good for me.”

with a few more thrusts of her tongue, the knot in your stomach unraveled and you screamed out as you came. your juices dripped down onto her face, and Enid gladly licked her lips over and over again, gathering as much as she could of you. you fell beside her, and she cupped your face in her hands. “you’re doing so good for me, my sweet girl.” she whispered. she leaned forward and connected your lips softly.

“how are you feeling, hon? need to stop for the night?” Enid asked you, and you shook your head, although your heart jumped at how sweet Enid could be after she pleasures you. “need your cock inside of me.” you whispered back. the thought of it making you wetter by the second. “please, i need it.” Enid smirked at you before she reached under your bed and pulled out a box. “you’re lucky i already thought to hide this, pretty girl.” she hummed, unbuttoning her jeans and ridding herself of all of her clothes. she wrapped the straps around her waist, and you rolled over on your back, spreading your legs for her once more. Enid laughed deeply, “such a needy, needy girl.”

she positioned herself in between your legs, taking hold of her silicone cock and sliding it against your soaking folds. “ready, pretty girl?” you nodded, and Enid started to slowly work her cock into you. she started slow, making sure she won’t hurt you, but with how wet you were, she slid in so easily. your jaw dropped with a silent moan when she fit all the way in and stayed there for a few seconds. Enid leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your neck as she let you adjust to her cock. “move, Enid. please.” you whined.

Enid took hold of your legs and wrapped them around her waist, and started thrusting into you mercilessly. a moan of surprise came from you, and you grabbed onto her bicep again. she looked down at you, watching the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Enid couldn’t help the moan that left her own lips “god, baby. you’re so hot like this, under me, my cock fucking you dumb.” you moaned loudly at her words, and then Enid started to thrust harder. “louder, baby. remember, we’re alone now. no one can hear us anymore. and i want you to scream for me.”

after that, you couldn’t help the loud moans that escaped your mouth. before you and Enid didn’t have a place of your own, you found it extremely difficult to voice the pleasure you were receiving. due to living only one building with multiple people. but when houses started to be built in Hilltop, you knew that you and Enid needed a place of your own. and if you were ever slightly noisy — everyone heard. so this, was utterly euphoric for both of you. Enid always made you feel so good, and you can finally make sure she knows it.

your moans filled the entire house, along with the skin slapping every time Enid thrusted into you. you could feel every inch of her cock slide in and out of you so easily, it made your head spin. “my god, baby.” Enid moaned, and she wasn’t even the one being touched so good like this. her hands planted themselves on your waist, and her thrusts grew harder and faster. your mouth fell open with screams, “oh- ohh, Enid!”

“tell me how good i’m making you feel baby. come on.” Enid said sensually. whenever her voice lowered like this, it turned you on to no end. “i feel… so good. so.. so good. you’re… you’re fucking me.. so well.” you blabbered on, the pleasure so overwhelming that you couldn’t comprehend anything. Enid chuckled, “look at you, sweetheart. so fucked out already.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she kept pounding into you ruthlessly. you were so drunk on her cock.

“wanna…” you started, but your own moans interrupted you. “wanna what, baby? use your words.” Enid instructed, lightly rubbing your clit with her thumb while she simultaneously thrusted into you. there were no more words to describe how good you felt.

“wanna ride you.” you finally said, and Enid smiled. “yeah? wanna ride my cock?” you nodded, and Enid pulled out of you. you whined at the loss of contact. Enid laid back on the bed, and crawled on top of her, putting your thighs on either side of hers. you grabbed her silicone cock in your hands and kept it still as you lowered yourself onto it. you moaned the entire time you sunk down onto it.

“careful, baby. don’t wanna hurt yourself.” Enid said softly, rubbing your thighs as you adjusted to the new position. slowly, you rose, and fell back down on Enid’s cock, head falling back in complete pleasure. you then picked up your own pace, and constant moans started to spill from your lips. Enid couldn’t take her eyes off your breasts, how the bounced with each rise and fall of your hips. she leaned forward, taking one in her hand and one in her mouth. she harshly sucked on your nipple while the other hand pinched and squeezed your other nipple. you gasped, hands reaching forward to grab onto Enid’s shoulders for balance, and you moved up and down even faster.

she unattached her lips from your nipple, “how good is my cock making you feel, baby? you like bouncing on my cock like this?” your hips moved faster, “so good, Enid. your cock is so good. i love… i love riding your cock.” you moaned out, utter bliss taking over your body. “good, honey. you’re doing so good.” Enid’s praises went straight into your core, and you moaned in response. “only for you.” you whined.

“yeah? you’re only this good for me? that’s my good girl. who do you belong to, sweetheart? who makes you feel this good?” you sunk down again, “you!” you moaned out. “i belong to you. you make me feel this good. no one else.” Enid hummed, rubbing your clit in circles. “good girl.” Enid then thrusted her hips up, and a loud whine left your lips. she continued to do that mercilessly until you started to feel your orgasm approach once more. “Enid,” you whined. “i’m gonna cum…”

“come on, then. cum for me. cum all over my cock.” she egged you on, and you let out a long, loud moan as your orgasm hit you like a truck, and white heat coursed through your veins. you fell forward against Enid’s chest, breathing heavily. she continued to lazily thrust inside of you to ride out your high, and you jumped at the slight overstimulation. Enid kissed down your face and down to your neck as you recollected yourself.

“are you okay, sweetheart? was i too much?” Enid asked softly, and you shook your head. “you were perfect. i don’t you understand what you being dominant does to me, love.” you chuckled, lifting your head up from her chest so you could connect your lips to hers. you kissed sloppily for a few moments before Enid pulled away first.

“welcome home, baby.”

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jakesullysdreads · 2 years ago

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“I’m Sorry” Kent x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, angst?

Word count: 960

Requested: No

Edited: No

Content: Wednesday character Kent x fem!reader. Reader is a witch. Takes place during and after the Poe Cup

Summary: Reader is nervous for her mans and only wants him safe.

Chewing on her lip, she shook her head. She was standing next to Kent on the dock by the lake waiting for the Nevermore student's canoes to pass by. The signal for Kent to enact Bianca’s sabotage plan.

It’s not that she didn’t like the Poe Cup, she did. She just didn’t enjoy Kent ‘helping’ Bianca that way. It always made her nervous. The girl knew that her boyfriend could pull it off easily. The water is his element more so than those competing. But, it still didn’t ease her as she hoped.

“I can feel you staring. Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She spoke to the male siren.

“You’re nervous,” he stated.

The girl opened her mouth to deny the accusation that came from his lips, but he beat her to it.

“Don’t try to deny it. You're chewing your lip. You only do that when you’re nervous,” the boy turned his body to face hers. “So, what is it?”

She let out a shaky sigh. Her heart hammering in her chest she was sure he could hear it, even without the werewolf hearing that her fellow students had. The pressure in her chest felt like the stones used to press Giles Corey to death in the Salem Witch Trials. She felt as though if she had to endure the pressure and keep her feelings and thoughts about the plan to herself much longer, her tongue would stick out of her mouth much like poor Mr. Corey.

Kent might not be the brightest student at Nevermore, but he has a good heart. His intentions are always in the right place, even when it doesn’t seem like it. He always knows when something is wrong with her and at times, it drives her up a wall. But, she does love him and he loves her.

“I don’t like the plan this year. Not with Wednesday competing with The Black Cats. We don’t know her and what tricks she may have up her sleeve. I don’t want you getting hurt.” She looked into his eyes.

He smiled softly and leaned in to place a kiss on her temple. He rested his head on hers and whispered words of affirmation and promises of staying safe into her ear. Moments like these were their favorite, though neither one would ever admit it. Being alone, basking in the energy of one another. Whispers of sweet nothings and physical intimate affection they wouldn’t dare show around others.

They weren’t prudes, they were actually far from it. But they both felt that moments like these needed to be just them and not in front of the eyes of nosey peers. The couple would hold hands and be moderately physically affectionate when around others. Maybe a small kiss here and there but that was the limit.

He pulled away from her and went to the end of the dock right as the canoes started to pass by. He hurriedly took his shirt off, looking back and blowing a kiss to the girl who looked as if she wanted to sink into the deck and become one with it before he dove into the lake.

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The girl ran from the quad at Nevermore, where she was awaiting her siren friends, to the lake. She waited for 30 minutes before Enid showed up, with Wednesday in reluctant tow, and told her that Kent had been hit in the face by Wednesday when he tried pushing their canoe into a buoy. She glared daggers at Wednesday, nostrils flared, before thanking Enid for letting her know why her friends weren’t there. She knew her glare wasn’t going to intimidate the raven-haired girl, but it made her feel a little better.

Upon coming to the dock, she saw Kent sitting with his legs over the edge. He was buttoning the shirt that was handed to him by his twin, Divina, who wore a sympathetic look on her face. Bianca stood there fuming over the fact they lost.

“So let me get this straight,” the female siren started. “First you got trapped in a net shot at you by The Black Cats. Then as you’re pushing their canoe, a hand swims through the water and punches you in the face. And it wasn’t from anyone above the surface. It was just a hand?”

“I know you think I’m crazy Bianca, but it’s true!” He defended himself.

Divina lightly shook her head at Bianca, a signal that now isn’t the time, before her gaze landed on the girl at the other end of the dock. Her eyes widened before she started rapidly tapping Kent, catching his attention to turn around.

Kent felt his mouth go dry when he saw the person who his twin was freaking out over. He quickly jumped to his feet, rushing to the girl.

“It’s not as bad as it looks!” he hurriedly exclaimed, hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t get too upset over the red and purple-black eye he had acquired.

“You promised you wouldn’t get hurt,” she whispered.

“I know! And I am so sorry! I had no idea it was coming,” he tried to soothe her.

He placed his hands on her cheeks, prepared to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. His heart broke with the knowledge that he was the cause of them.

The girl didn’t say anything in response. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her head on his chest, and held him. Kent kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter against him. No words were spoken between the two. They didn’t need to be. Everything that needed to be said was spoken with the way they held one another.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

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Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

if it's rusty, not my fault, i haven't written in a long while

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danzaloreley · 2 years ago

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Roaring Fire

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x pyro!f!Reader

Summary: Request

MDNI 18+

Characters are aged up in these stories. If you do not like to read it, the block button is free.

She had mouthed off too much during this day. From the moment Wednesday woke up she had been nothing but hostile to all who crossed her path. She had begun her tirade with Xavier at breakfast. The boy had sat down across from her, flashing a smile amused. “Someone’s more cranky than normal.” “No one asked for your opinion.” she seethed.

Her next victim had been Bianca. Fencing had ended in a stalemate which made her blood boil. “Still holding up Addams? I just might win the next competition.” “You might be a siren, but I’m confident I can find a way to drown you.”

The last straw had been when she snapped at Enid and Y/N. Wednesday was typing away working on her novel while the girls giggled away watching videos. “Get out of the room if you’re only gonna be a nuisance. Both of you.” The fire wielder said nothing, only stood quickly and made her way to where the goth sat. The chair was spun and they were face to face glaring at each other. “That’s enough out of you today. You’ve been nothing but a brat.” finishing that sentence she picked up the angry storm cloud, holding her over the shoulder.

“Tell Yoko to not come to the dorm. Have a sleepover with her here.” All Enid did was nod and watch with a red face as Wednesday dug her nails into her girlfriend’s back in protest.

Y/N had locked the door and thrown the girl haphazardly on their bed. “You’ve been acting up more than usual, cara mia. Are you that eager for me to put you in your place?” their fingers wrapped around her throat and tightened little by little watching as Wednesday’s lips parted and her pupil were blown. “Remember your word?” “Yes”

Having the girl in the position she was currently in had your brain override. Her ass up, face down with her arms down. Wrists tied to her ankles securely. You had placed a pillow under her to make it more comfortable. And her dark hair sprawled on the bed. The whip cracking against the skin on the back of her thighs making her hiss. “If this is what you wanted from the beginning all you had to do was ask.” you said with another crack. She did. But she was never going to admit it.

Your hands soothed the welts on her skin, fingers roaming between her folds to spread her wetness on your fingers. Kissing the small of her back you began you slide them into her. The pace was agonizingly slow making the ravenette impatient trying to push her hips back. “I’m gonna need you to ask for it, mi vida. If you want me to let you cum. Ask nicely.” Oh hell no. She was not going to beg for her release. She refused.

“Hm.” the movement of your fingers stopped all together. “What are you doing?” Her words came a bit breathy. “I know you heard me, mi amor. Ask nicely or our activities are done for the evening.” You wouldn’t. She wanted to call your bluff, that is until she felt your fingers pulling out. “Don’t. I-you please.” Knowing her, it was the best you would get. Your pace rekindled with vigor making the dark haired girl screw her eyes shut and let out small gasps feeling her breathing getting caught.

Without any mercy your fingers continued to pound into her. The girl could feel that she was reaching her peak. It was all so much; your fingers, the rope, your weight as you enveloped her and then the added pressure of you restricting her from air. It snapped with force and all she could do was groan and struggle against the ropes. Her body was trembling slightly getting down from her high.

Wednesday’s eyes shot open as she felt you dive in to get a taste. You were a danger when it came to eating her out. You could be there for hours. Her taste was intoxicating, all your brain could muster was the thought of devouring the beautiful nightmare in your bed. Igniting your fingers the rope burned, careful not to hurt Wednesday, not that she minded. Her hands came free, one holding on to the sheets for dear life while the other flew to your hair keeping you there firmly. It’s not like you were going anywhere.

The second orgasm of the night came like a freight train. She let out a guttural moan pulling at your hair almost painfully so, yet all it did was spur you on. In the middle of her ecstasy she turned to place a hand on your chest, keeping you at bay. “Mon cher, you have all night to have your way with me. Breathe.” You were getting pussy drunk she could tell. The cheshire like grin spreading on your face grew and you lunged to cage her under you. The kiss between you was dizzying, she could taste herself on your tongue and the ash and smoke of your breathe.

“Don’t think I can fuck the attitude out of you. But I’m certainly gonna try.”

#wednesday netflix #wednesday (2022)#wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday fic #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #yoko tanaka #wednesday smut #wednesday addams smut

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lilisouless · 2 years ago

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Yeah, not giving Wednesday the shot

I think i am just too old for it. I saw some youtube clips and i can’t stand the dialogue even if the acting is quite good.

Not saying there is anything wrong with people who enjoy it. Is just that all what i have seen so far has pushed a lot of my personal buttons. Jenna as Wednesday is good (because like i said, her lines are so cringe and the girl is doing her very best) Enid seems an interesting addition to the Addams lore and the characters and liked her interactions with Wednesday played by Christina Ricci and Gwendolyn Christie seem interesting (wouldn’t know if it’s the case)

Couldn’t say anything about anyone else except Xavier because oh god i hate him, i want to punch him everytime. All he does is nag and speaks only in complaints. Maybe he gets better later but for what i saw, i can’t stand him; i don’t understand how someone with a power like bringing painting to life can have so little personality. And don’t get me wrong , i like love interest with their agendas, i don’t have a problem with them not venerating the MC like a goddess; Xavier (for what i saw from him) just don’t have depth or likeable traits to make up for it. Is like a combo of jughead from riverdale and milk crate guy from Tall Girl. I don’t think he is a bad person, obviously, i just can’t stand him. And he is going to be the endgame love interest of this generation of Wednesday Addams? Oh boy

Obviously nothing against the actor, it’s probably not his fault; i can tell the director was trying to channel “hipster voice of reason” but (to me) ended up being obnoxious

Maybe one day i may actually watch it and say “oh no” all my impressions were wrong. But till then i probably will pass from the show.

That doesn’t mean i won’t reblog Wednesday/Enid (friendship or romantic) post from my moots because i do like the aesthetic, it’s cute and great meme material.

#wednesday critical #anti netflix #anti Xavier Thorpe #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #personal post

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walkerwords · 4 years ago

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 26 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Sickness is spreading in Alexandria, the reader searches for their lost love, and Negan meets the silent enemy.

Word Count: 4433

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Blood

Song I Wrote To: “In This Shirt” by The Irrepressibles

Note: I am getting really excited about the final few parts of this! However, we have a bit to go! All official dialog is property of AMC and Skybound.

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Negan really hated Beta and he hadn’t said more than three words since they crossed paths.

After crossing into the Whisperer’s territory, Beta had fallen upon Negan quickly, disarming and blindfolding him. Negan wasn’t sure if the giant man was going to kill him, so he kept talking in hopes that the Beta would take him to the Alpha to decide his fate.

“Look, man, I have spent the last eight fuckin’ years locked up by your enemy,” Negan said. “I want them dead as much as you do, hell, probably even more. Their old leader fucked me up good once upon a time ago and I haven’t been in a very forgiving mindset since. You take me to your Alpha and I will spill every goddamn secret I know about those fuckers and beyond.”

“Too much noise,” Beta snarled at him.

“Right, you people are all about the whole vow of silence thing,” Negan said in a mock whisper. “I get it, it’s freaky as shit, but I get it.”

“I should just slit your throat and be done with it,” said Beta.

“Been there, done that,” Negan said. “It didn’t stick.” Even behind the blindfold Negan figured Beta was reaching for the knives on his belt. He wouldn’t blame him if he did want to kill him.

Negan had only been back in “I am Negan” mode for all of twelve hours and he had already started to hate himself for it. However, he had a job to do and this was the first step in doing so.

“The Alpha will decide your fate,” Beta said as the Whisperers who had hold of Negan pushed him forward.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Negan said. Beta whirled on him, ripping down the blindfold and Negan cringed at the sight of the man in the mask. Beta then shoved the cloth into Negan’s mouth tightly.

“Stop talking,” Beta ordered. Negan glared back at him and it was then that he could see what you must have seen as Beta stood above you with his hand on your throat. The thought of that, the thought of that monster’s hand on the person he loved, kept Negan on his feet and walking forward. He knew that you wanted to kill Beta, but Negan was starting to think that if you didn’t do it soon, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Beta dragged him through the woods and when they came across the main camp, Negan relaxed further, slipped on a cocky smile, and started to plan.

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You and Carol were walking through the woods, both of you scanning for your respective targets.

You knew that she was looking for the horde and you didn’t care. All you wanted was to find Negan and if walking aimlessly around offered you some sort of clue, then you were going to do it. Daryl had tried to accompany her that morning, but you had stepped in and offered to go instead. Daryl was clearly worried about her, but you knew that she didn’t want comfort, she just wanted to work and find Alpha.

You were more than willing to give that to her.

That morning as you were getting ready to head out, you had stumbled across one of your emergency packs. You had begun to stash them around the house in case you had to leave suddenly with Negan. All three were accounted for which told you that he hadn’t even bothered to find one before he left. This only proved your theory that something was wrong and that he didn’t just leave.

On top of everything else, Aaron was now in contact with one of Alpha’s people. They called her Gamma and you didn’t like that he was speaking to her. If you had it your way, Gamma would be bleeding at your feet and not playing “frenemy”.

“I can see your wheels turning,” Carol said as you walked beside her. Your sword was swinging on your hip as her bow was level in her hand.

“I don’t think they’ve stopped since the world ended,” you said with a sigh. Carol nodded in agreement. “Can we be honest with each other, Peletier?” you asked.

“Always,” Carol said, snorting as you used her last name, something you always did when you first met her.

“I think we both know that we’re out here for different reasons,” you said.

“You always were the smart one,” Carol said. She then stopped walking and turned to you. “Are you going to tell me to back down?”

“I won’t tell you to stop hunting Alpha as long as you don’t stop me from taking out Beta.”

“He’s in your crosshairs, huh?” she said, continuing to walk.

“I don’t know why he’s gotten under my skin, Carol. I do know that that motherfucker is going to die by my hand even if I have to bite his damn jugular out.”

“Okay, Rick,” Carol said with a knowing look.

“Michonne told you that story too?”

“I think everyone’s heard it,” Carol said.

“I miss him so much,” you sighed as you climbed over a fallen tree.

“What do you think he’d do if he was here?” Carol asked.

“I think he would have shot Alpha the second she showed up at Hilltop.”

“I agree,” Carol said. “I feel like we’re running around with our heads cut off without him in this war.”

“Maybe we can learn something from the past. We won the last war, I don’t know why this one would be any different.”

“Negan wasn't evil,” Carol said. This stunned you for a moment and Carol caught onto it. “Surprised to hear me defend him?”

“A bit,” you admitted.

“You remember my husband?”

“Ed?” you asked. “How could I forget?” Carol’s dead husband was an abusive asshole that deserved what he got. You remembered how Shane was ready to throttle him and you were willing to help. Lori was the one to calm the both of you down before you murdered him. However, you knew that Shane had always been right about him.

“My husband didn’t care about me or our daughter. Ed was a horrible human being who preyed on the weak. Alpha is the same way. She doesn’t care who she hurts and she is willing to kill women, children, and anyone to get what she wants. Negan...he had a code. I don’t know if that makes up for all the things he did, but in my book, he’s a better person than Ed or Alpha.”

“I wish more people shared those thoughts,” you said.

“I can tell that you love him,” she said. “I can see it on your face and in your eyes. He’s...I guess he’s your sanctuary.”

“Is it wrong that I feel guilty for that?”

“For loving him?” she asked and you nodded. “No, (Y/N), it’s not wrong. I also want you to know that it's okay, no matter who it is.”

“Ezekiel said the same thing,” you said. Carol smiled at that. You didn’t know exactly what had happened between her and the King, but you knew they weren’t speaking as much and you figured they weren’t even together at all.

It wasn’t odd when parents broke up after the death of a child. You had seen it enough when you were a teacher. Carol was strong, but you did worry about Ezekiel.

“What’s your opinion on him, Carol?” you asked after a moment.

“On Negan?” she asked and you nodded. “Well, I am never going to forgive him for Glenn or Abraham, but I see that he’s changed. I know that he cared about Carl, and in his own way, respected Rick. I also know that he would never lay his hand on a child or a woman and if it came down to it, he would die for Judith. I think that regardless of what he’s done, at least we know he knows how to be a good man even if he hasn’t always been one.”

Nodding, you tried to keep your emotions in check, but the tears came quickly. You hunched over, feeling a loss and Carol grabbed you into her arms.

“I have no doubt he will come home to you,” she whispered. “Do not lose faith, my friend.”

“I need him,” you choked out.

“I know, honey,” Carol said. “I know.”

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You broke off from Carol not that long after her words of comfort.

Needing to be alone, you began the trek towards Hilltop. You weren’t exactly sure what you were looking for, but perhaps if you saw it you would know. Carol had mentioned that she wasn’t just looking for Alpha, but the horde as well. Daryl had seen it when Alpha had taken him to the cliff edge. The Whisperers had the largest weapon you could ever imagine and if they decided to use it, you weren’t sure many would survive.

However, you had your own weapon. That is if you could find him. Thinking back to the first day that you had spoken to Negan in his cell, Michonne had said that Alexandria could use him. Not just for a mental punching bag, but because he had run a community unchallenged for years. The Sanctuary, while it was a symbol of hate for Alexandria and the others, it was still proof that some people were born to be in power. Negan was the best shot you had at getting into Beta’s head. The only problem was that Negan may not want to help, not when he had come so far to become a better man.

“And now I’m the one wanting to make him relive that past life,” you muttered as you moved through the trees.

“Talking to yourself? Never a good sign,” a voice said. You recognized it immediately, turning towards the young woman who stepped around a tree. Enid leaned against the trunk, her knife on her hip and a large button-up around her shoulders. You recognized it as one of Alden’s shirts.

“I think a little insanity is healthy,” you offered, causing Enid to smile a bit. “How are you?” you asked.

“I’m getting there,” she admitted. You hadn’t spoken to her much since the fair. Here and there you would check-in, but you had been caught in Negan for months. That guilty feeling returned. “What are you doing out here?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said.

“I needed to get out before Alden wrapped me in plastic wrap.”

“He’s become a helicopter boyfriend?” you guessed, continuing to walk. Enid fell into step next to you.

“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she grumbled.

“Alden is just worried about you,” you said. “Rosita and Gabriel are doing the same with Siddiq.”

“Is he doing okay?”

“He’s been distracted with his daughter and I think that’s helping. Rosita says that he isn’t sleeping though,” you said.

“Neither am I,” Enid said. “I can’t get the look of Tara’s face out of my head. Seeing her die and then what they did with her body…” You reached out and took her hand in yours.

“I am so sorry you had to see that,” you said.

“I’ve seen people die before, but that… that wasn’t human, (Y/N),” Enid said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without the nightmares.”

“I wish I could do something to help you,” you said.

“You are, you’re talking to me and you’re still looking for the Whisperers,” she said. “That’s why you’re out here, right?” You paused, trying not to fully lie.

“Right,” you said, but Enid could see right through it.

“Or are you looking for Negan?”

“Can’t I do both?” you asked. Enid shrugged. Negan was a rough subject with Enid. He had killed Glenn who had become like a father to Enid in some ways. He had taken care of her when she didn’t think anyone wanted her around. When he was taken away from her, Enid had taken over as caretaker for Maggie and you knew that Negan wasn’t winning any popularity contests with the young woman.

“How do you know he’s actually changed?” Enid asked, surprising you.

“Everyone keeps asking me that,” you said with a sigh. “I don’t think it’s something I can just explain. It’s something you have to see.”

“Why do you think he’s changed?” Enid asked.

“Because he had to and because he wanted to,” you said without a second of hesitation. “Negan wasn’t always who we met all those years ago.”

“I wonder what changed.”

“His wife died and the world ended,” you said. “Some people are built for this kind of world, others have to adapt and change with it in order to survive.”

“So, you’re saying that the end of the world turned him into a killer?”

“It’s turned us all into killers, Enid,” you reminded her. Enid was quiet for a moment before she continued.

“Alden once told me a story about him,” she began. “Alden wasn’t always with Negan, he usually just stayed at the outposts, but one day Negan went to visit. They all went out in search of people or supplies and they found a small family. It was a husband, his wife, and their two teenagers. Twins, I think. Alden thought that Negan was going to recruit the man to be a Savior and take care of the teens and the wife.”

“Did he?” you asked. Enid shook her head.

“Alden said that Negan...switched when he noticed something. It wasn’t until he got closer that he saw what Negan did. The wife was covered in bruises, the kids too. These weren’t the normal ones you would get from running from Walkers either.”

“He was beating them,” you concluded.

“Negan gave the man one chance to admit what he had done. I guess the husband drew a gun on his family, threatening to kill them. Negan ordered Alden and some other Saviors to grab the kids and keep them safe as he dealt with the parents. The wife began to beg Negan for help and that’s when Negan tackled the husband, knocking him out cold.”

“Did he kill him?”

“He didn’t have to,” Enid said. “The son of a bitch had gotten bit and was going to turn and then turn his family. Some sort of sick ‘together forever’ type thing. Negan got the family into the Sanctuary and kept them safe. The mom died about a year later from a respiratory infection.”

“And the twins?”

“Alden doesn’t know. They were around fifteen or so. Maybe they left, maybe Negan got them set up somewhere else, I don’t know. I just know their names: Adam and Olivia. I like to think they made it and they’re out there somewhere.”

“Why did Alden tell you this?”

“I think he was trying to convince me that not everything the Saviors did was bad,” she said. “I think he’s still worried that I see him as an enemy, but I never did. At least not since he helped us win the war.”

“I wish I could say the same about my own Savior,” you sighed.

“Can’t you?” she asked.

“Enid, we both know that Negan and Alden are two very different people with very different situations,” you said.

“True, but that doesn’t mean Negan hasn’t done his fair share of good. Daryl told me about Judith, all the times he’s saved her. Maybe he’s not lost after all.”

“You sound like Carl,” you complimented. Enid gave you a small smile at that.

“I know that he would be completely on board with you and Negan,” she said. “I also know that he would be by your side right now looking for him.”

“Negan wouldn’t have left if Carl was still here,” you said.

“Why are you so sure that he left?”

“Are you suggesting somebody kidnapped my boyfriend?” you asked, raising your brows.

“Stranger things have happened,” she offered.

“Your wisdom is very… Greene,” you said.

“Well, Maggie did help me see this world differently. I think we could all use a little Rhee/Greene wisdom right now.”

“If you find some,” you said. “Pass it along alright?”

“You got it,” Enid said. Bumping her shoulder with your own, you took a deep breath.

“I can’t imagine what she would think about me right now, En,” you said. “I can’t imagine the betrayal she would feel.”

“(Y/N), listen to me,” Enid said. “We spend too much time thinking about what others would think instead of just being in the moment with the people around us. I lost my best friends to Alpha and I lost a piece of myself, but I still have Alden. I still have that person who loves me unconditionally. I think that is more important right now.”

“I can’t stop the guilt,” you whispered.

“(Y/N), you’ve lost too much to feel guilty for loving someone,” she said. Enid then continued on, letting you absorb her words. The sheer fact that Enid was saying these things to you made you even more confused. It began to make you wonder if your friends were actually coming around to the idea of Negan being a part of the community or if they were just worried for your sanity.

If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know which was worse.

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When you returned to Alexandria, you found that Siddiq and Dante were being overwhelmed.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you walked into Rosita’s house.

“I don’t know,” Siddiq said, “it looks like some kind of bug is going around.”

“Are you feelin’ okay, Doc?” you asked, reaching to feel his forehead, but he swatted your hand away.

“I’m fine, but Ro is on bed rest for the time being. I’ve been trying to get her to sleep, but Coco is keepin’ her up as usual.”

“I will talk to her,” you said. “Go check on the rest of your patients before Dante passes out from exhaustion.”

“Will do,” he said.

“Hey, where’s Daryl? I didn’t see him when I came in,” you said.

“I think he went out after Carol,” Siddiq said. With a roll of your eyes, you nodded. Of course, he did.

As Siddiq went to go check on the others, you headed into Rosita’s room. “Alright, Ma’am, gimme the kid, I need baby time,” you said, reaching for the little girl. Rosita handed her to you without a question, sinking back into her pillows.

She did look pale and tired and you knew that she knew she should be resting. However, she was trying to be supermom. You respected that, but you also needed your friend to sleep. Sitting down in the armchair by the bed, you held Coco close to your chest, gently rubbing her back.

“Find him?” Rosita asked.

“Not yet,” you whispered, resting your eyes. “I did run into Enid, though.”

“Is she doing any better than Siddiq?” she asked.

“Not really,” you said. “She’s having nightmares.”

“So is he,” Rosita sighed. “I’m worried about him.”

“I know, I am too,” you said. Siddiq was always the voice of reason. He reminded you a lot of Herschel. It was no wonder that Carl saw the kindness in him as soon as he met him.

“(Y/N), about Negan,” Rosita began, but you shook your head.

“I can’t right now,” you said. “People have been giving their opinion on him since we got home from the fair and even more so now that he’s gone. I just need to sit here and hold your girl so you can get better. Please.”

“Okay,” Rosita whispered, curling into her side so she always had eyes on Coco.

“Rest, mama,” you said. “You need it and I got her.”

“Thanks,” Rosita whispered as her eyes fell closed.

“Any time, Ro,” you said as he pressed a kiss to Coco’s forehead and settled into the chair, propping your feet up on the bed. It didn’t take long for you to relax and for the little Espinosa to fall asleep. As you set there, you focused on the small breaths of the baby and wished for a miracle.

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From gravedigger to pig hunter, Negan was not having a good day.

He was especially missing you and following the skins around all day was starting to give him a headache. The only thing that was keeping him going was a trinket that was tucked into his pocket. It was something he had taken from your house the last time he had been there. It was a small marble that you kept on the mantle of your fireplace. You had told him that you had found it the first time you visited the Kingdom. It was black and white which reminded him of you and him.

He wondered if you had even noticed it was missing. Though, he figured that you were beyond pissed right now and a missing marble wouldn’t exactly mean much. Rubbing his thumb over the smooth token, he continued to follow the asshole in front of him.

He and Beta were butting heads at every chance they got. He knew that the bastard didn’t like him, but he didn’t really give a shit. He wasn’t there to make friends with him. He just wanted the damn Alpha. However, that was proving to be a bit of a problem.

Beta was testing him and he hated every second of it. Beta, however, seemed to be enjoying himself as he tortured, tested, and talked down to Negan. The latter had been around assholes his entire life and while Beta was a dick, when it came to being scary, he didn’t even touch Rick Grimes. Although, at least Rick would actually talk to him.

“I just don’t see the point in all of this,” Negan said as Beta led him through the dark woods. Beta just continued to ignore him. Negan had been playing Whisperer custodian all day and he was tired of it. Now, Beta had him wandering through the dark for some reason and Negan was already annoyed.

“Clearly,” Negan continued, “we are not jivin'. And, you know, to be honest with you, I totally understand the position you're in. You gotta be, like, the tough guy and keep everybody in line. I mean, hell, you know, I had guys just like you to keep my shit tight. Alright, maybe not just like you.”

Beta’s jaw clenched, but Negan went on. “Uh, hell, if I had some monster your size, things would've turned out different. For one, I wouldn’t be lacking as much Vitamin D.” Beta didn’t get the joke. “Look, whether you like me or not, I will be joinin' this team, so maybe we should find a way to get along, you know, and stop pissin' on each other's boots.”

“You will never be one of us,” Beta sneered, getting into Negan’s face. “You’re too loud, too weak, too full of ego.”

“Some people like my damn ego,” Negan offered.

“You are a waste, and Alpha will see it.”

“So, cards on the table, then? Cool. I dig that. See, I'm not here for you. I am here for Alpha. So, you go ahead, and you throw your little tests at me and you scowl and throw me on the ground like a five-and-dime Frankenstein. I don't give a shit,” Negan shot back. “See, big man, I ain't goin' anywhere.” Beta stopped walking and properly faced his antagonizer.

“Finally, something we can both agree on. You won't be going anywhere,” Beta said as the growls of Walkers echoed around them. The Dead stumbled towards them and Negan, who was weaponless, only got more pissed.

“Wait a minute. Did you just make a Goddamn joke? I would be impressed if I wasn't so pissed off right now,” he said. Beta then shoved him back towards the Walkers as he faded into the shadows, leaving Negan to the Dead. With a grunt, Negan turned to face his rotting enemies. “Oh, you have got to be shittin' me.”

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Negan was covered in blood and the smell of rotting flesh, but he was alive.

And he was pissed.

Negan had fought for years. He knew how to kill in all sorts of ways and he knew how to kill Walkers. However, being thrown into that small herd with nothing but his bare fists had nearly killed him. The only thing that kept him going was you.

He thought back to the training sessions, you, Lydia, and he had done in the living room of your home. The hand-to-hand and weapons training was important, but then there was what Lydia had brought to the table. The number one thing that her mother had taught her was how to improvise in a dire situation. Anything could be a weapon and only you were the one capable of getting yourself away from death.

Negan had ducked and pushed his way through the Walkers, dodging their teeth and hands the best he could. When he spotted the fallen branch on the ground, he had laughed and picked it up. It wasn’t Lucille, but it would do. As he faced down the Walkers in front of him, he grinned.

“Lydia, give me strength,” he whispered as he swung.

Now, as every Walker was in pieces and he was drenched in blood, he strutted back into camp. Just as Beta was explaining to Alpha that Negan was dead, he made his appearance.

“I'm ready for my Goddamn skin suit!” he announced as he walked between Whisperers, the branch on his shoulder. “You best bring that extra-long tape measure on account of my humongous balls.” He spotted Alpha immediately. She was looking at him with curiosity and as much as he hated to admit it, Lydia had had that same look when she first met him.

Approaching the Alpha, he dropped the makeshift weapon and dropped to his knee in front of her. Alpha looked at him as if he was prey, but he didn’t back down.

“Hi, I'm Negan,” he said with a cocky grin. “We haven't formally met, but I sure as hell know who you are. And whether my reputation precedes me or not, I'm all in.” Alpha reached out and pulled a piece of flesh off his shoulder. “Whatever you want, whatever I got, it's yours.”

Alpha leaned forward then and placed a finger on her lips. “Shh,” she said and Negan just grinned back, knowing he had cast the line, all she had to do was bite.

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vmheadquarters · 5 years ago

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We’re still playing our game of written hot potato! Dozens of your favorite authors are taking turns to tell a Veronica Mars mystery story. Each writer crafts their chapter and then “tosses” the story to the next person to continue the tale. No one knows what will happen, so expect the unexpected!

Follow the “vmhq presents” and “murder we wrote” tags for all the installments, or read the story as it develops on AO3. --Chapter Nineteen of MURDER, WE WROTE is written by @elliebear75. And stayed tuned next week for Ch.20 from @beezlebobble -tag, you’re it!

—————————————————————————————————— CHAPTER NINETEEN by @elliebear75

Della adjusted her blond wig in the mirror, giving a cursory glance up at the screens across the wall. She was more than a little miffed that no one recognized her as the ghost of Lilly Kane yet, all the times she let them get a quick glance at her before she disappeared again into the secret passageways of the house.

“You’d think that the blond hair and fabulous attitude would be a dead give-away,” she smirked as she followed the action on the screens.

A tinier than usual Veronica hobbled across the television as fast as she could with Logan as her support. They crossed from the second screen to the third and stopped near the corner screen when they found Wallace at the bottom of the kitchen stairs, unconscious. She held her breath and hoped that the trap only winded him as it was supposed to, and not done any real harm. All it took was a press of a button, and Della sent him flying down the wooden staircase, but instead of just landing on his butt and sliding, like so many others before him had done, Wallace seemed to take the tumble hard, rolling all the way down to the bottom. A tinge of regret dropped like a stone in her stomach, but she pushed it aside when she saw him come to. She watched as he wavered when Logan helped him to his feet, but seemed none the worse for wear.

“Sorry, Wallace. I had to do it,” she sighed. “Blame Veronica for getting you into this mess.”

Wallace had once stood up for her when Madison and Gia cut in front of her in line in the cafeteria, and she didn't want to hurt him; it was just an inevitable consequence of her plan. Like Leo. She didn’t mean for her partner to kill him; it just happened. Della felt terrible about that as well since he had been instrumental in getting the information she needed to make this plan work. But it wasn’t like she killed him; it was her partner. He just went a little too far.

Leaning closer to the mirror, she ran her tongue over her teeth and puckered her lips as she checked her lipstick. That retainer was annoying, but her parents were right—she did look better in the long run. In fact, Della looked so good that with some professional make-up tips, contact lenses, and her dyed black hair, hardly anyone recognized her in Neptune anymore. Which was fine. When she graduated last Spring, she left Della Pugh behind at Neptune High with the Pirates.

Now, she was Ruby. Ruby Jetson. Actually, that wasn't true. During the week, she was Ruby Jetson, a fixture on the Neptune Karaoke circuit. On the weekends, she was Madame X, taking over for her mother, the original Madame X, and father, Mister X, who started this murder mystery business after her grandparents left them this property with no sustainable income to support it. When she was a child, Della helped her parents set unwitting traps for guests who gleefully screamed at every turn. With her crooked teeth, frizzy blond hair, and thick glasses, she was born to play the “creepy girl” in the castle. She was pretty proud that she once made a guest pee herself when she appeared in the guest’s bedroom in the middle of the night, dressed in an old-fashioned white dress and powdered make-up as if she was a ghostly apparition and asked the woman if she had "seen her mommy."

But that was why people had come to the island in the first place—for the thrill. Over the decades, her parents hosted Hollywood celebrities, members of Congress, and even a Prince or two (of the musical variety and actual royalty.) No one at school ever suspected that poor little Della was actually a star, on most weekends. Unfortunately for her parents, the business didn't clear a lot of money, so her family was never able to move to a house in the 09er area, and that fact had kept Della the perpetual underdog and general bully-bait all through school.

Veronica Mars wasn’t an 09er either, but somehow, she conquered it all. And Della hated her for it. Not an 09er, but she managed to have a best friend and a boyfriend who were—Lilly and Duncan Kane. Oh, and she acted so much like an 09er back then too, gyrating her way onto the Pep Squad thanks to Lilly. One would have thought that not being one of "them" would have given Veronica some empathy for the little guys, like Della. But when Della caught up to her one day and asked her the reason why Della was rejected from the Pep Squad, Veronica just shrugged and told her to "dance better."

"Dance better," Ruby snarked at the screens. She leaned over the console and pressed her thumb over Veronica's face, focusing on Logan standing next to her.

“Logan. Logan freakin’ Echolls. What in the world do you see in her? Is it the blond hair, because sweetheart, I’m a natural blond too. Is it the drama, because I can give you drama, baby. You just never gave me the chance to show you.”

What really chewed at Ruby was even after Lilly's death and Veronica’s fall from grace, she still managed to eventually date Logan. Logan. The boy who stirred things in young Della (and older Ruby) like no other boy ever had or ever would. Once in tenth grade, she sat behind Logan in the bleachers at a basketball game and just the sight of the back of his neck kept her dreaming about him for years after. That was one of the advantages of being ignored by most of the student population and her "performances" at the mansion—she became good at flying under the radar. Logan and that dumbass friend of his, Dick, never noticed her sitting on a blanket on the sand every Sunday morning, watching them surf at Dog Beach. Never saw her sitting a few rows behind him at the movie theatre. Never noticed her sitting in the lobby of the Neptune Grande the summer after he graduated, as he walked right past her, holding hands with Veronica, looking at her like he would make love to her right there, in front of everyone, if given the opportunity.

Veronica.

Again Veronica.

“I was a freaking teenage outcast too. Why the hell did he have to pick you?” She removed her thumb from over Veronica’s face and hissed at the screen.

When Veronica disappeared to Stanford, Della took it as a good sign. But the night she happened to find herself in the same dive bar as Logan and Dick, he was still whining to Dick about how to get on with his life without Veronica. It was pathetic. Logan was a strong, virile man with so much love to give, and Veronica had crushed his soul...just like she had once crushed young Della’s Pep-Squad dreams. To see Logan stagger drunkenly out of that bar alone tore her heart to shreds, but also made Ruby hate Veronica even more. She had to be stopped. Veronica Mars was not the amazing and brilliant girl everyone thought she was. It was all an act. There was no “magic” to Veronica solving crimes. Just dumb luck. The Veronica Mars that Ruby knew was a snob and a fake and an asshole. She was just very good at making people seem like she was helpful and caring. And this weekend, Ruby would make sure that everyone realized what a phony Veronica truly was.

Walking away from the screens, Ruby adjusted her sparkly purple sweater and smoothed down her tight black jeans as she paced, keeping herself moving in the chilly space. Even though Logan couldn’t see her, she wanted to make sure she dressed her best for him. Or at least her best so she wouldn’t freeze.

“The way these So-Cal beach girls are running around in the snow, I’m surprised they all haven’t died of exposure,” she laughed, pausing to run her hand over the soft nap of her fake-fur coat, hanging on the wall near the door.

It all started when Jen decided to bring on Cindy “Mac” Mackenzie to help her on the weekends. Ruby immediately recognized her through the surveillance screens as the poor girl who had the unfortunate luck to be dating Cassidy Casablancas and be friends with Veronica Mars. As she listened in on Jen and Mac gossiping during their time on the island, she realized that she could orchestrate an even bigger production from even further behind the scenes, one that could right one big wrong in her life. Ruby could lure Veronica and all the people she hated most in school right here, onto her turf, the island with no 09 in the zip code. Then, one by one, she could torment them as she had been tormented by them in school. She would deprive them of food, of sleep, of any sort of psychological rest, and see as they all began to turn on Veronica for not saving their sorry asses. For one weekend, Veronica would be Enid Curtis and know what it truly meant to be the loser, just like Della was for years in school.

Glancing back, Ruby smiled as the players all scurried across the screens. “Who’s dancing for who now, Veronica? Just keep practicing. You’ll get better at this murder-mystery thing.”

It was all going according to plan. Well, almost. The only thing that wasn’t to plan was Leo. And Madison. She didn’t really mean for them to die. It seemed that her “muscle” in this venture ended up being a bit of a loose cannon, something Ruby didn’t really account for. But then again, Jen had proved herself to be mildly unreliable as well. As Madam X, Ruby left exact instructions about who to invite tonight. The fact that Duncan Kane appeared was as a surprise to her as the rest of the guests.

The door to the control room opened, and Della spun on her heels, watching as the figure shook the snow off his black parka hood and stomped his heavy boots off on the ground.

"Okay. I got rid of that Deputy's body and hid it where you told me." Lenny Sopher removed his hood and ran his fingers through his hair. "Now what?"

"Now? Now we wait. And you stop killing people.” Ruby folded her arms over her chest, protecting herself from the chill Lenny brought in with him.

His throaty chuckle resonated in the small room. Slowly, methodically, he peeled off his parka and hung it on the old wooden hook, next to Ruby’s.

“Look, you have your fun with them, and I’ll have mine.”

“I just want to expose Veronica as a dumb-bitch, so Logan finally realizes he’s better off without her and moves on. Make her a laughing-stock. Possibly make Gia Goodman wet herself with fear. But that last one is a pie-in-the-sky sort of fun. You’re out there actually killing people, and it’s not cool.”

“Not cool?” Lenny turned, a smirk crossing his face as his fingers made air-quotes in front of his face. “Not cool? What the hell was I supposed to do? When Leo recognized me from that forgery thing last summer, he threatened to take me in. I had to do it so I could stay on the island and help you!”

Ruby tossed her fake blond hair over her shoulder and huffed. “Well, you didn’t have to kill Madison. I mean, I didn’t like her, but still, it was overkill.”

A sharp laugh rose from Lenny’s throat that rolled and rolled in a way that terrified Ruby. It wasn’t a laugh of a person who thought this was humourous—it was the laugh of a man who was enjoying himself immensely.

“Overkill! That’s a good one, Della!”

“Ruby!” She stamped her foot and gasped. “You know what my name is now, you jackass. Now, stop killing people for real or I’ll…”

“Or you’ll what?” The laughter stopped, and the grin fell from Lenny’s face in an instant. “Or…you’ll…what, Ruby? Call the police? On your favorite cousin? Plus, you're what you call my accomplice now. Hell, with all the Madame X stuff linked directly to your side of the family, I can even say you’re the one who did all this.”

Ruby stiffened as Lenny approached, trying not to show any fear. He sniffed the air like a dog, and she cringed, knowing he was mongrel enough that he could probably smell it on her.

“So, you continue to play your game, Ruby-Della-X. And let me play mine.”

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twdmusicboxmystery · 6 years ago

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9x13: Chokepoint - Details

***As always, spoilers abound for this episode. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***

Daryl/Connie/Henry Lydia:

We see a bit of an evolution here and I think it's super important. At the beginning, Daryl is still determined to leave Lydia behind because he knows wherever she is, Alpha will try to find her.

I did see a bit of a Connie/Beth parallel here. Connie wanted to go somewhere, and Daryl didn't want to. She goes anyway and Daryl reluctantly follows. The whole lot like Beth going looking for alcohol in steel.

We find out that the Whisperers call walkers guardians, of all things. They almost seem somewhat worshipful of walkers. As though becoming a walker is something to aspire to. Pretty twisted. We also learn that if Beta can't get his hands on Lydia and bring her back to Alpha, he just plans to kill everybody.

So, they get to the building in the city. It just looks a lot like Grady, if you ask me. They decide to set up a chokepoint. Basically, it just means they want to force the Whisperers into a small space (the stairwells) because they know walkers can’t climb over the barricades, but he Whisperers can. It will force the Whisperers to come face them without their walker horde protections.

All these rusted out cars sitting around remind me of the ones around Grady in Coda.

There are also parallels regarding the stairwells. I thought Edwards mentioned them to Beth at the beginning of Slabtown when they were going to dump the dead body (you know, down the elevator shaft) and he did. Not anything massive but he does say they’ve barricaded the stairwells and therefore the elevator shaft is the fastest way down. So just like this place, Grady barricaded their stairwells.

Once they get into the building, there's a really random part where Daryl looks into particular room. In it, he sees furniture piled up against the walls. Then he goes back out. I tried to figure out what the significance of this was, and there doesn't seem to be one.

At first, I thought maybe this was the closet he later puts Lydia in, but if you compare the two, it's definitely not. The room he puts Lydia in his small, like utility closet with pegboards and tools in it. This room he looks in at the beginning has chairs and even couches pushed up against the wall in a pile. I'm not sure what the point of this was, but it reminds me a lot of when Daryl was hiding in Dwight’s quarters in the Sanctuary and looked into the little room at the back. There seemed to be a bed back there as though someone had been staying in that space. We still don’t know what that was about either. I'm starting to think that maybe it’s a symbolic thing. Like maybe symbolic of Daryl looking for things in all the wrong places or something. I don’t know. Just thought I’d mention it.

The part where he and Connie talk looks a lot like the building Carol and Daryl wandered around in right after Noah took their weapons. Could practically be the same place.

In another Beth parallel, Connie gets mad at Daryl for not being brave enough to do the right thing. Obviously, he knows the right thing is to protect Lydia, but he's too afraid helping her will need to the deaths of other people he cares about. We didn’t have this exact problem between him and Beth, but I think it stems from the same fear he wallowed in after the prison. He felt like he should've gone after the Gov and because he didn't, people he cared about died.

Beth yelled at him and told him to shape up and that none of it was his fault. That it wasn't okay to act out of fear, rather than doing the right thing. Connie pretty much does the same thing here. She points out that Lydia doesn't have friends and she's the innocent victim, and they ought to be protecting her.

I also think it's important to note that Daryl didn't seem particularly convinced by Connie at this point. He still looked pretty skeptical, as though he didn't intend to let Lydia stay.

Next, we see Henry and Lydia talking. She says she doesn't think she can kill her own people and Henry tells her she doesn't have to. This conversation definitely had shades of Grady in it. She asks why he came for her and he said, "You didn't want to go back, did you?” He says he wasn’t about to just let them take her if she didn't want to go with them and that coming after her was the right thing to do.

This feels like something that could've been said about Beth in S5. Obviously Daryl was going to get her because she didn't want to be at Grady and they were keeping her against her will. It could also be have been said about Noah. When Dawn wanted him to stay, both Daryl and Rick stood up for him, with Rick specifically saying, "The boy wants to go home, so you have no claim on him."

So not only is this a call back to Grady, but this is exactly the reason Daryl doesn't want to keep Lydia. Because when he stood up for Noah and did the right thing, Beth got shot.

Lydia also talks about how he made Alpha look weak, and so she’s not going to let this go now. Sound like Dawn at Grady to you? The whole reason she tried to force Noah back to Grady was to save face so she wouldn’t look weak.

The next part of Henry and Lydia’s convo is, again, the convo Beth and Daryl SHOULD have had after Grady. She says, "Why did you come after me? For real this time." Henry admits is because he has feelings for her and then she kisses him. Again, that's totally what should have happened after Grady, but alas, it didn't.

The thing is, Daryl watched this whole exchange. Given everything that's happened throughout the season and all these callbacks, including the prisoner exchange and what’s being said here, no way he's not thinking about Beth. So, he sees Lydia kiss Henry and interrupts them to tell them to come keep watch.

The super interesting thing is that the next time they're altogether, after all the action and fighting, Daryl has suddenly, miraculously changed his mind and decided to take Lydia with them and that he will figure out some way to protect her.

I think Daryl was fully convinced by seeing that exchange between Henry and Lydia. Connie had a hand in it too, but I watching this made him realize that breaking the two of them up would be a tragedy. After all, he knows how it feels to go rescue the girl you love, only to be forever separated from her (or so he thinks). So, I think Daryl has now officially taken on the role of protector for both Henry and Lydia, not only for Carol’s sake but to let them be together in a way he never got to have with Beth.

Also, Daryl locking Lydia in a closet reminded me of when Carl locked Enid in the closet just before Glenn and Abe died. I’m not going to get into it here, because it’s a whole other post, but @wdway has a theory about the Librarian group, which we saw the Saviors kill in 6x16. And Carl locked Enid in the closet just before we saw them, so I just wanted to note this and that it’s significant. I’ll get to posting about why later.

All the action and the fight between Daryl and Beta was awesome. Parts of it reminded me of Daryl fighting Officer Lecari in Coda, before they went into the hospital. In that, Daryl almost got bitten by a walker and died. Here, he almost got bitten by a table saw and died...

Another big Grady parallel: Daryl stabs Beta in the shoulder with a little knife. That’s exactly where (except opposite side) Beth stabbed Dawn with the scissors. And like with Dawn, it didn’t really do much to hurt Beta. BIG parallel there. And that’s right before...

...Daryl pushes Beta down the elevator shaft. It seemed significant to me that, when Beta looked at the shaft, he obviously couldn't tell what it was right away. It might've just been a doorway or a void in the wall. The camera focused specifically on the elevator buttons. That was to identify what the shaft was both to Beta and to the audience, but the point is that they focused on it and wanted us to know it was an elevator shaft.

So, Beta falls down the elevator shaft. Very much like Beth and Noah both did. Noah fell very far and hurt himself, but when Beth jumped down to help him, she fell to, hurting herself much less. The point is, this is a major parallel to Grady.

On top of that, Beta, who fell to the bottom and was presumed dead, wakes up and is actually alive. Resurrection symbolism anyone? As in, maybe the gal who fell down the elevator shaft also got up and lived?

A word about the reality of this. Lots of people are complaining that Beta should not have survived a fall down an elevator shaft. Normally, I would agree, but if you look at this picture closely, I'm pretty sure he didn't fall all the way down to the bottom of the shaft. What he's lying on looks like the top of an elevator car to me.

Now, if you listen, it takes a while for it for Daryl to hear the thud of him hitting, so it’s still a long way down. Enough to hurt him. But an elevator, which is made of lightweight material so that it can be transported up and down the cable easily, isn't nearly as hard as the bottom of the elevator shaft, which probably would have been made of concrete. My point is that he wouldn't have hit nearly as hardlanding on the elevator car as he would have landing at the bottom of the shaft. So, I don't think it's totally unrealistic that he would have survived this.

More to the point, I really like this particular detail. Obviously, they didn't actually want to kill Beta yet and they needed Daryl to be able to win this particular fight and put the war on hold for a bit.

But I can't help but see this as a Beth thing. If Beta had fallen all the way down the elevator shaft, he probably would have gone splat (died). But he didn't. Why? Because there was a mitigating circumstance (the presence of an elevator car) that Daryl didn't know about. So, Daryl walked away from him, fully thinking Beta was dead. Sometime after Daryl left and was no longer in the vicinity, Beta woke up. Sound like something that could've happened with Beth? We don't know exactly what her mitigating circumstance was—probably just that the headshot wasn't as fatal as they believed it to be—but this feels like a parallel to me.

Oh, and FYI, did you see Henry’s bleeding leg wound? His older brother in S7 died of a very similar wound. Henry’s obviously not dying right now, but the wound is probably...a foreshadow of something. :/

Carzekiel and the Kingdom:

This story line also contained some very interesting setups and parallels.

I want to point out the flags they made for each of the communities. Every one of them has a sun on it. It reminded me of the ABIBEL sun at the prison. And by the way, I love the Shiva statue and the fact that the Kingdom’s symbol is a tiger. Shiva, in death, has become the symbol for the Kingdom even more than she was. Kind of its mascot. That makes me think of the tiger on Carol's bunk in 5x06, Consumed. I'll get into that more later this week, but it's very important.

We see them get the electricity up and running for the fair. I noted it because it's the whole light/lamps symbolism.

Of course, we had a new thread: a group called the Highwaymen. Obviously Carol hasn't told anyone she killed Jed and the Saviors. Even Ezekiel didn't seem to know, which means she hasn't told anyone. From what they said in the episode, and what they explained on TTD, it seems this new group moved into the area specifically because Jed's people aren't there anymore. If the group of rogue Saviors Carol killed were still around, the highwayman would've either joined them or moved on to a new area because Jed's group was already trolling this area and stealing things from people on the roads.

It's interesting to me that they made a point of letting us know this. Specifically due to Carol's influence, the highwayman came into the communities. So if, in the future, this goes terribly wrong and the highwayman end up betraying them or hurting anyone, it will be a direct result of Carol killing those saviors.

They emphasized letter writing, which could be another thing about this group pointing to Beth. Actually there was a lot of “letter writing” in this episode, both because of Connie and Daryl (yes, I know they’re not technically letters, but they’re communicating via writing on notebook paper) and also the note written by the Highwaymen. They put a lot of emphasis on the fact that the Highwaymen wrote a letter rather than just killing Jerry and Diane.

Her killing the Saviors in 5x06 felt so strange. It was a callback to S4a, but also seemed pretty random in terms of the plot. I think now we’re starting to see why they had her do that. Chances are, once again, we’re gonna have a domino effect. Her having killed Jed and his group will have consequences she’ll have to face. Not sure what they are yet, but I definitely think they’re setting something up here.

When they first meet the Highwaymen, they go to a strange warehouse with lots of mannequins in it. People in my group were reminded of the golf club and specifically the Rich Bitch lady.

The idea of the movie convinces the Highwaymen to join the Kingdom. A little cheesy? Sure, but I think it was meant to be humorous. The thing is, these guys definitely do seem wishy-washy. They kind of remind me of Randall in S2. They kind of just go wherever the wind blows them, with no real loyalty. That means, with the right amount of time and leadership, they could be molded into good people who will be loyal to the communities. But on the other hand, if someone else makes them a better offer, much like Jadis in S7, they could very easily betray the communities as well. We'll just have to wait and see what happens.

They used one line during the meeting that reminded me of the Gov. Ezekiel said, "We need what we've got." And the leader of the Highwaymen said, "So do we." Just the phrasing of it reminded me of the Gov and Mitch when they tried to force Rick and TF out of the prison. Mitch: “We want what you got…"

I also wonder what the movie symbolizes. Because it was the movie (again at Carol's behest) that brought Highwaymen into the Kingdom. The movie was made possible by a lightbulb. They obtained it in a place with lots of Big Spot parallels. These are important symbols, but I'm not sure what to make of them until we see where this Highwaymen story is going.

It could also easily be part of the art theme we saw earlier this season in Stradavarius. Remember they talked about how art is transcendent and really living (as opposed to just surviving) includes art. Also something Beth and Edwards discussed at Grady.

Well, Tara’s group tries to get to the fair and find the road blocked. Tammy and Earl are taking the baby Hilltop to find him a family. I was disappointed when I heard this. I totally wanted them to keep the baby. Luckily, by the end, Tammy announces that she will. I’m happy about that.

Of course, the Highwaymen help save Tara’s group, and then go to the Kingdom at the end. We see the main guy glare at Jerry—no love lost there and I think he resents having to give Jerry sword back, which doesn't bode particularly well—and look around. He does smile at people and tip his hat, so I’m on the fence about these guys. I don't trust them. I think they very well could be bad news. But so far, it's trying to make us think that everything's okay. Hmmm.

I do want to point one big thing out. The leader wears a cowboy hat.

It's not the exact style as Rick’s/Carl’s/Beth's sheriff's hat, but it's very similar. So, we have a new group whose leader is wearing is hat similar to the iconic sheriff's hat. That feels like a foreshadowing of Beth showing up to me. Will she show up through this group? I don't know. Most of us at this point are convinced she’ll show up connected to the Whisperers in some way. Depending on what the Highwaymen do and who they are and how things played out, it could all work together.

There's one more very important thing about this group that makes me super excited, but I'm going to save it for tomorrow. I’ll be doing a TTD post, which I don’t think I’ve done all season, but there was a ton of good stuff in this TTD. So, tomorrow I'll talk more about the Highwaymen.

That's what about for details. What did everyone think of the episode?

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askjaaryl · 6 years ago

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Episode #003: Time for a Wedding

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With Paul’s...well, Paul just wasn’t coming out of his room. Daryl didn’t know what to call that. He ate when they left him food, but Gracie was starting to ask questions when the guy she saw on a daily basis suddenly disappeared.

Both Daryl and Aaron were shit at fixing her hair compared to Paul.

Daryl knew they should have all talked together. He wasn’t the best at communication and he really, really wished he didn’t have to say anything at all, but at the end of the day...there were three of them.

He might not be the best with words, but he had a voice.

Aaron liked to say that about him.

They had to make a trip to the Kingdom today and would probably be staying overnight. Carol and Ezekiel’s wedding was today...Daryl didn’t know how that was going to go. Not about the wedding, he knew it would probably be flawless, given the people in charge of it. But the hour ride to the Kingdom with Paul worried he was going to murder him? Not the best feeling.

He didn’t know how he was supposed to tell Paul had he had feelings for him.

Daryl stood on the porch, smoking a cigarette. Paul wouldn’t let him smoke those in the house and he probably wouldn’t have anyways with Gracie around.

“Daryl, come inside and get ready soon, okay?” Aaron said, leaning out the open door, “Can you help Paul while I get Gracie ready?”

“‘Kay,” Daryl grunted, still staring out at the Hilltop.

“Get a shower,” Aaron added as he headed back inside.

Daryl huffed in frustration and went back inside.

Daryl knocked on the door, leaning on the wall, “Open up, Paul!”

Paul opened up the door, wearing just his boxers and a tank top. He pursed his lips, “Hi, Daryl,” he said softly, trying to put a playful smile on his lips.

They still hadn’t talked about it.

“Ready to help me look beautiful for the wedding?” Paul smiled at him.

Already beautiful, Daryl thought to himself, watching him.

“Ready to help you put some pants on,” Daryl laughed weakly.

Usually Aaron helped him, but it was always a struggle. It seemed more rational, for Daryl to do it, really.

“I found this suit a while back, when we raided a department store,” Paul explained, gesturing to the blue blazer on his bed, “We mainly focused on the practical stuff, but I snatched this up for myself.”

Daryl just grunted, grabbing the matching dark blue pants, “Kay, step in.”

“I hate this,” Paul admitted.

“I know,” Daryl said, looking up at him, “Ain’t lookin’, just put ‘em on.”

“Thank you,” Paul said quietly, stepping into the pants and allowing Daryl to pull them up, “You’re better at this than Aaron.”

“He stare?” Daryl asked sarcastically.

“No, of course not,” Paul laughed, “He stares at the floor the entire time and always misses my legs because of it.”

Daryl snorted out a laugh and buttoned the pants for him, “All good?”

“All good,” Paul smiled at him, “Just help me get the shirt over my shoulders and I can take care of the rest.”

Paul sat in the back of the van, beside Maggie. On the leader’s other side was her husband, Glenn, who had their son, Hershel, on his lap. In the second row, Daryl, Aaron, and Gracie all sat, then in the front was Enid, Carl, and then Alex, who was driving. They were on their way to Carol and Ezekiel’s wedding and wanted to take as few vehicles as possible. Tara stayed behind to watch over the Hilltop, since they’d be all night, most likely. She just demanded tons of pictures in return, which Aaron promised he would take.

The Hilltop was providing some of the food as well as the alcohol for the reception and Daryl was Carol’s best man in the wedding.

Daryl did clean up very nice, Paul noticed…not that he didn’t look good in his normal “showering is for the weak” look.

“I really do love that suit on you,” Maggie explained, fixing Paul’s hair, “If you didn’t wear five thousand layers all the time, you’d probably have a lot more people after you than just Alex,” she joked.

Daryl made an annoyed noise and the front row of the van didn’t seem to have heard the leader’s comment.

Paul rolled his eyes, “The layers protect against the walkers, Maggie.”

Maggie just hummed, “Now, I don’t want you playin’ around too much, even if you drink,” she said, a borderline-mothering/threatening older sister tone in her voice, “You have to be careful. If I hear you broke them stitches one more time, it’s back on bedrest.”

Paul sighed and looked over to Hershel, “Your mommy can be a little crazy sometimes,” he said, earning a light cuff to the back of his head from said mother, making him laugh.

“We’re here,” Alex finally announced, pulling the van up, “Are they going to let us at least drive inside with all of the stuff we have in here?” he sighed.

“No,” Paul said simply, “They’ll bring out their carts, don’t worry,” Paul said simply, watching Aaron, Daryl, and Gracie get out before pushing the seats up so the three in the back could get out.

“Thanks for doing her hair, by the way,” Aaron told Paul, “It really looks amazing with her dress.”

Gracie’s dress was a casual yellow dress they’d found a while back, with a floral pattern all over it. Paul took that and ran, braiding a few flowers into her hair.

“I’ve told you a million times, I don’t mind,” Paul said, touching his arm briefly before going to catch up to Maggie.

Aaron watched after him and sighed when he felt Daryl walk up beside him, “Try to convince him you aren’t going to murder him tonight, yeah?”

“Want me to sweep ‘im off his feet?” Daryl grunted, sarcasm evident in his voice.

“Just…don’t be your usual quiet self with him. Just try to talk to him,” Aaron explained, “Let him know how you feel, okay?”

Daryl huffed and rolled his eyes, grabbing Aaron’s hand and walking to catch up with the others. He narrowed his eyes when he saw Alex and Paul talking, taking note to listen in.

He didn’t trust that asshole, especially when it came to being around Paul, not after what he saw.

“It is truly a joyous day, my friend!” Ezekiel greeted him, when he walked inside the building. He was in a suit with a white feather in his hair to match the shirt.

“No one’s around, ‘Zeke, Daryl just went to talk to Carol now,” Paul laughed, leaning in the doorway, “Take it back a notch.”

“You’re in good health and I’m marryin’ the love of my life today,” Ezekiel said, walking over and pulling him into a light hug, “It’s appropriate to be this happy.” Ezekiel’s hugs were more borderline bear hug-y, but he wasn’t doing that today. Word traveled fast, Paul figured his friend somehow already knew he pulled his stitches.

Paul stood in silence, fixing his hair in the mirror beside him.

“You’re happy, right?” Ezekiel asked.

“Of course,” Paul smiled at him, “I’m living with two very attractive men who wait on me hand and foot,” he joked.

“Happy for me?” Ezekiel tried.

Paul’s smile weakened a little bit, “Of course I am, Zeke,” he told him, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted, was for you to be happy.”

“And I want the same for you,” Ezekiel said, putting his hands on his shoulders, “It’s time for you to let others in, my friend. It’s time to grow up, Peter,” he joked.

“Don’t grow up, it’s trap,” Paul smiled at him, “Don’t try to use my favorite stories against me, I have them all memories,” he said, tapping the side of his head.

“It’s only a trap if you forget how to fly,” Ezekiel challenged, “You forget, I had to listen to you read Grounded every single morning.”

“It was a very good expansion on the story,” Paul pointed at him, “You loved it.”

“I did,” Ezekiel said, wrapping his arms around him, “I loved to listen to you read.”

Paul hugged him back.

“We okay?” Ezekiel asked against his head.

“Yes, of course,” Paul said softly.

Ezekiel pressed his lips to his forehead, “Let us get downstairs then,” he said, pulling away and walking out.

Paul followed behind him and stopped when he saw Daryl standing there, staring. He sighed, “Look, that wasn’t what it looked like.”

Daryl was biting on his thumbnail, squinting at him, “’Kay,” he grumbled.

Paul sighed and fixed his hair a little, getting it out of his eyes, “If you want to kiss me, Daryl…all you have to do is ask,” he said before walking away.

Daryl stared after him in shock.

Paul stood in the small audience, on Maggie’s right side. Glenn was on her left and had Hershel on his shoulders so he could see above the small crowd. The crowd consisted of the community’s leaders (Maggie and Glenn for Hilltop, Cyndie for Oceanside, Rick and Michonne for Alexandria, Dwight for the Sanctuary, and Georgie for the Commonwealth) as well as close friends of Carol and Ezekiel. Henry was standing up front with Ezekiel and Father Gabriel, a smile on his face and wearing a suit.

They were waiting for Daryl to come out with Carol. Despite hating eyes on him, Daryl still agreed to walk her down the aisle, given how close they were.

“Did I miss anything?” Aaron asked, walking up on Paul’s other side, touching the small of his back. He’d had to take Gracie to the bathroom real quick, despite it being close to the time for the ceremony.

“No,” Paul smiled at him, not commenting on the placement of his hand.

Maybe Ezekiel was right…it was time to let others in.

Which meant it was time to stop denying his feelings.

Paul stepped closer to Aaron, smiling at Gracie, “All good, honey?”

“All good,” Gracie nodded, standing on her tiptoes to see the ceremony.

“Oh, here,” Aaron said, kneeling down so she could get on his back.

Paul quickly went to help her up, knowing Aaron would have a little trouble supporting her, just as the music started.

“Okay,” Aaron said, smiling as he stood up, mouthing a quick thank you to Paul, who smiled at him in return as he turned back to the ceremony.

Carol looked beautiful. She had on a white dress and skirt, but it looked so natural on her. She had white flowers braided into her hair, which were a slightly lighter shade than her own. She held onto Daryl’s hand as they walked down the aisle, starting the ceremony.

Daryl stood off to the side, watching several couples dance together; Rick was with Michonne, Maggie was with Glenn, and Carol with Ezekiel. They’d moved inside now, given how cold it was. The gym was decorated with fairy lights on the ceiling and the other lights were off, giving the room a magical glow to it.

Daryl smiled slightly as he watched Aaron twirl Gracie around, more playing than dancing now. He scanned the dance floor, looking for Paul. He finally saw him dancing with Alex and snorted, taking a long drink.

Daryl looked around before walking over and snatching a beer from Carl’s hand, “Nice try.”

“I’m eighteen!” Carl immediately protested.

“Not twenty-one though,” Daryl said, putting his empty glass on the table and starting to drink the rest of Carl’s beer.

“I feel like it’s less about that and more about you not wanting to go over and get another drink,” Carl huffed, sinking in his seat, “What’s up your ass?” he asked, following his line of vision, “Thought they broke up.”

“Thought so too,” Daryl snorted before sitting down.

“Thought you and Aaron were makin’ progress with him,” Carl said, looking confused, “And I thought my relationships had issues.”

“Pretty sure yours are still more complicated than mine, kid,” Daryl smirked at him, leaning on the table as the song finished.

He watched as Paul immediately walked away from Alex and in the other direction, not even saying a word to him as he did.

“Ice cold,” Carl snickered.

“Tell me about it,” Daryl grumbled and looked around, “Go dance with your sister, she’s strugglin’ with RJ.”

Carl huffed, “Fine,” he said, going out on the floor.

Daryl watched after him, making sure he actually listened, before following after Paul.

He found him in the hallway outside of the gym, leaning on the wall with his head back.

“Hey,” Daryl grunted, leaning on the wall opposite of him, “Y’okay?”

“Yeah,” Paul said, laughing weakly, “Was it that awkward looking that you had to come check on me?”

“Kinda,” Daryl snorted, “Just worry about ya though.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” Paul laughed weakly, taking out what looked like a cigarette and lighting it.

“Shouldn’t smoke in a school,” Daryl laughed.

“Never stopped me before,” Paul smirked slightly, “And trust me, it’s not a cigarette,” he said, offering the joint to me.

“Nah, Carol’d kill me if I got high at her wedding,” Daryl said, smiling slightly, “’Sides, someone’s gotta watch you and Aaron’s busy with Gracie.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Daryl,” Paul said, “I’m an adult.”

“I know,” Daryl said simply.

Paul stared over at him and sighed, “Daryl, I’m not the best with relationships,” he said bluntly, “Or feelings. It took me months to let Maggie in and even that was hard for me…and we’re just friends,” he swallowed, “I’ve only ever had one boyfriend who understood that…he wasn’t even a boyfriend, I was essentially his booty call when he came into town,” he laughed weakly, “But…I want to learn.”

Daryl looked up at him again, shocked.

“I’m not as oblivious as everyone thinks,” Paul said, “I know when someone likes me…given that you weren’t exactly going to kill me because Aaron kissed me,” he pursed his lips, “I’m a shit boyfriend, but I want to learn to…not be so shit. If you’ll let me.”

Daryl blinked a few times, like he was trying to make sure this wasn’t all some dream, “I’ll let you. Aaron will too,” he said quickly.

Paul gave him a half smile, “I might not be the best at relationships, but I know communication is key. We need to all sit down and discuss some ground rules. This doesn’t work if we’re not all on the same page.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow.

“I went to a very liberal college,” Paul explained, “My best friends -for the one semester I went- was a poly couple. I learned a lot from them.”

Daryl gave him a smile, “More than I know. Aaron got me a buncha books after he saw my self-help book and one was about healthy relationships.”

“Maybe I’ll borrow it sometime,” Paul laughed and then looked up at him, “What was your book on?”

Daryl hesitated for a moment before sighed, “Child abuse…uh, from my parents.”

Paul swallowed, “Oh…uh, me too, parents, I mean. And an ex-boyfriend. Thanks for…telling me,” he said awkwardly.

Daryl raised an eyebrow.

“I was raised in a home after my parents were arrested for suspected drug use. There were always…needles all over our apartment, growing up,” he said quietly, “They took us away when I was six, I was in the home ever since,” he laughed bitterly, “No one wants a kid who’s already grown up and too broken for them to mold into who they wanted…and the idea of another set of parents kind of put me off anyways.”

Daryl nodded, “Mine was always pretty bad to me and my brother-“

“Rick?” Paul asked.

“Nah, he ain’t my biological brother,” Daryl explained and laughed weakly, “Guess we never really ‘stablished that. My older brother I was born with was named Merle. He, uh…had a lot of issues, but he was always my protector,” he cleared his throat, “After my mom died an’ Merle went to the Army, he got worse, took most ‘a it out on me.”

“I’m sorry, Daryl,” Paul said quietly.

“Don’t want your sympathy, just want you to know me,” Daryl gave him a one-shouldered shrug, “Just like I want to know ya.”

“I don’t have a habit of letting people do that,” Paul swallowed, “But…maybe it’s time I start,” he said, leaning down and putting the joint out on the concrete floor and putting it back in his pocket, obviously not caring about the smell.

Paul walked up to Daryl, “If you’ll…give me time. It’ll take time,” he said quietly, “But I want you to know me…you and Aaron.”

“Yeah?” Daryl asked quietly, grabbing his hand, “You really want the two of us idiots?”

“I do,” Paul whispered, “If you’ll have me?”

Daryl just gave him a single nod, still holding his hand.

Paul leaned up and kissed him. It wasn’t as unexpected as his kiss with Aaron, but it was still sloppy. Daryl was definitely less experienced than Aaron, but he still knew what was doing, especially when he let go of Paul’s hand and slid his arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

Paul wrapped his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss for a moment, before he pulled away, panting slightly, “Definitely better than I imagined.”

“You imagined it?” Daryl asked.

“Been pretty lonely, of course I do,” Paul whispered, “Two attractive men who live with me are kind of the easiest wet dream.”

“Shuddup,” Daryl mumbled, pulling him into another kiss.

“Get down from there,” Daryl growled the minute he woke up the next day, staring at Paul with squinted eyes, from where he had half his face buried in Aaron’s sleep shirt.

Paul huffed from where he was standing on a smell step ladder, “I’m putting up Christmas decorations to surprise Gracie. Wake up and help me…wake Aaron up too.”

Daryl snorted and shoved Aaron’s good shoulder, “Wake up,” he said before rolling out of bed.

Aaron woke up and yawned, looking up at the two of them just as Daryl walked over and picked Paul up gently off the step-stool, spinning him around and placing him on his feet. He laughed weakly, “Pretty sure he could have gotten down the two steps on his own.”

“I’m injured, he had to help me,” Paul said, feigning innocence in an overly sarcastic voice. He handed Daryl the garland, “Just put it up on the cabinets, I’ll go put up the wreath outside.”

Paul grabbed his jacket and put the wreath on his arm before hesitating slightly. He walked back quickly and kissed Aaron on the cheek, “Morning,” he said quietly before patting his leg for Dog to follow, “Wanna go out?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow at Daryl, who was just smiling to himself as he put the garland up.

#jaaryl #cs;#the one where they get together

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amm-loover · 7 years ago

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SUPER LONG KO/TKO CHARACTER ANALYSIS POST THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR (part 1)

Hey guys so can we talk about KO/TKO for a bit?

So remember when TKO first showed up in the appropriately titled episode TKO.

So in this episode, TKO is revealed to have always been a part of KO. He was just little blob of negative energy and even then he was in a cage.

Weather KO realizes it or not, he has been forcing his negative emotions deep down inside him for what we can assume is his whole life.

The fact the when KO was finally pushed to his breaking point by Shadowy Figure to the point where it manifested his negativity into an entirely separate being able to take control of the body speaks volumes to me.

But if we take a closer look at things, That means KO has been angry all this time and hasn’t had a healthy outlet for his frustration, all this time. Meaning, TKO hasn’t had a healthy outlet all this time, not to mention he was trapped in a cage like an animal on top of it all.

When TKO challenges Rad and Enid to a power battle, he states “I told you, it’s T.K.O.. And I’m a whole different animal now.“

Honestly, i think that line says more than what it sounds like. TKO has been trapped in that cage, like an animal, for so long, that he considers himself to be an animal, even when he is free, he still identifies as an animal, just an animal that is no longer caged.

Now before we talk about all the violent things TKO has done, let’s talk about the non violent things he has done.

In his debut episode, TKO finally came to be and is told to go show his friends his new power.

When he gets to the scene Enid and Rad are obviously in deep trouble.

TKO swoops in and saves the day, absolutely obliterating the huge Darrell.

Even if it was for the selfish purpose of showing off, I don’t think that’s all it was.

One of the things that caused TKO to even come out of KO’s mind was Rad, Enid, and Mr.Gar’s words.

“Power isn’t everything, at least you’re cute”

“Good hustle kid”

“You’ll catch up to us someday...or not”

Now with as angry as TKO gets later in the episode from simply being called cute by Enid again, why wasn’t he angry enough to attack them right there?

No seriouly. TKO was very mad and was told to go show his friends how powerful he’s always been. Not show them your power by saving them from Darrell.

Honestly if TKO is really so hostile and careless as he is shown to be later within the same episode, why didn’t he just attack Rad and Enid right there?

After he defeats Darrell and ushers his new name, TKO goes home. With his mom. Yet another person who triggered him to even manifest in the first place.

In KO/TKO’s words “Mom said hard work will make me strong, but it hasn’t!”

Meaning he is also mad at her for “wasting his time” Just as he is mad at Shadowy Figure for sort of doing the same thing, saying “You said getting mad at my friends would work, but it hasn’t!”

Like, KO/TKO was willing to believe in his mother’s advice, after all he went along with it for a while, but he became so impatient with his mother’s way of training that he was willing to get mad at his friends, which he clearly didn’t want to do in the freaking first place.

Now back to Carol, If TKO was ready to beat up his own mother at the plaza in the episode’s nearing climax, what the frick was keeping him so chill?

Like FOR A FULL DAY!?

TKO, an actual manifestation of negativity and anger decided against fighting his friends and mother so he could go home with his mom, presumably eat dinner with her, record a video on KO’s video channel (as shown in the episode KO’s Video Channel) go to sleep, and wake up the next morning and then the meanest thing he does then is take her eyeliner without asking. (and then he yelled at her when she was in the background of his video so i guess that’s pretty mean too)

And when Carol asks about it, TKO just calmly says “I don’t feel like talking right now” and casually turns up his metal music. And the Carol turns it down. Now you’d think TKO would get mad at that little action. Like “Ugh! MOM! I want to listen to my music louder!” But no, he just lets her turn it down and continues to look out the window while she drives him to work.

AND THAT’S ANOTHER THING!!! WHY THE HECK IS TKO EVEN BOTHERING TO GO TO WORK AT ALL?!

Like based on the personality we have been shown so far, why wouldn’t TKO wanna stay at home and be his edgy self, maybe re-record his video diary in privacy or do his nails and make-up and dress in black and listen to his music loud and break a few things. Why is he going to work?

And why is he like, for real doing the work? Albeit, haphazardly but doing it nonetheless.

And honestly, it super clear that TKO not only doesn’t want to be bothered but also doesn't really wanna bother others anyway. He ultimately just wants some space. Like any edgy child/teen.

I mean, he’s not even really mean to Enid and Rad. Maybe a little rude, but not really mean. He manages to hold a conversation with Enid, correcting her on his name, answering her question, and yeah he insults her by calling her a “wage slave” but he probably felt insulted since she called his answer to a question she asked “dramatic”. TKO was probably thinking: “You insult my world view, fine, I insult who you are.”

And yeah he ignores Rad, who is obviously trying to impress him, but TKO wasn’t impressed. If you think about it, TKO could have made fun of him or something but he didn’t he chose to ignore.

And like I said, TKO clearly had no intentions of doing anything particularly bad that day. It looks like he just wants to get through the day. That’s probably why he came to work, he just wants an excuse to fight another robot. Might as well occupy himself while he waits i guess.

I mean look at him. He is 100% chill and clearly wants to be left alone.

And then Rad and Enid come in and ruin his whole little mojo.

Now I know Enid and Rad are just trying to be good friends, they think KO is in some sort of Funk™ and they wanna cheer him up. And they do a sort of good job at trying, but during this, TKO is clearly struggling to get out of Rad’s arms. (honestly in my opinion, they should've took that as a hint and really leave him alone)

But that’s yet another thing! TKO, you know how strong you are. You DESTROYED the giant bomb Darrell bot in a single slash! And he was made of metal! Surely you know you are perfectly capable of getting out of Rad’s fleshy grip.

He does know. He is 1000% aware that he can get out of that grip. But he also knows that if he does, it will probably hurt Rad.

Remember, when he was talking about his metaphorical pizza worldview thing? He said “so called friends”

Guys, TKO identifies Rad and Enid as his friends, even if they laugh at him.

KO really doesn’t wanna do anything, the upcoming outburst that he is about to have wasn’t his intention.

Eventually he even stops struggling when Enid begins to shove nachos in his face. Almost as if he’s just gonna let them be annoying. But then Enid had to go and call him....

“Cute stuff...”

Alright, so we all know what happens from this point. Enid’s final “cute” is the final straw for TKO’s temper. He finally breaks free from Rad’s grip (without a single frame of struggle.) and challenges his friends to a power battle.

As the power battle continues, TKO becomes more and more aggressive and almost like he’s a predator after his prey. And notice how Enid is his target. Both times when Rad steps in to help Enid fight, TKO gets rid of him really quickly and begins focusing on Enid again.

When Enid tells on him to Carol, notice he doesn’t attack right away, he just scoffs/growls like an angsty child/teen.

He doesn’t even really target Carol of anyone, he just starts being destructive on things.

Then Gar show’s up and says “I love your mom”, which manages to catch TKO off guard.

He is genuinely confused and he almost seemed ready to hear Mr.Gar out on the sudden topic but when Gar goes and changes the subject and starts spouting compliments at him.

Now while his compliments arent really lies? You can hear in Gar’s voice that he doesn’t fully mean what he is saying and he is clearly only saying to try an calm him down.

And we all know when people are really angry, that last thing you want to tell them is to calm down.

So then TKO just snaps, he’s had absolutely enough!

There’s a blind rush going through him right now, he’s never had the chance to let out all this pent up rage. It feels great! All his life he’s been caged and now he’s out. Who care’s if someone gets hurt! letting out these years of rage, proving once and for all that I am strong, stronger than everyone! It feels great!

Who’s next!

“any last words”

Then the episode ends with TKO getting put back in the cage after KO save his mom. Not the best idea..

Now, im not trying to say TKO is justified for trying to punch his his own mother, he obviously never wanted to. I’m just saying he had a lot of pent up rage and frustration and he was just a ticking time bomb of destructive emotion that was waiting to explode, waiting for someone to push that last button.

AKA: Enid’s “cute stuff” comment and Mr. Gar’s somewhat “empty praise”

This whole thing, in my opinion, was just the result of KO holing in his anger and frustration for all those years. If you do that, you are bound to become a toxic version of yourself sooner or later. And sooner or later that means you will hurt those you hold dear to you.

This also lets us know a little something about TKO.

He’s a person. Yes, he is a manifestation of rage, but he has interests outside of that. He enjoys his music and dark make up and he likes making video diaries just as much as the original KO. TKO is a person and deserves to be treated like one, after all he’s been through. Yeesh...

Now let’s move on to TKO’s second major appearance:

COMING SOON IN A PART 2 POST (honestly i can’t put all my thoughts in one post)

#ok ko let's be heroes #ko #ok ko tko #tko #ok ko enid #radicles #ok ko rad #ok ko carol #character analysis #ok ko character analysis

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weapon13whitefang · 7 years ago

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The Walking Dead 8x13 Things

I’m just gonna get this out of the way - I don’t think Dwight’s arrow was tainted, but if Tara dies at the end of this season, then I’m gonna be raging so hard and it might be what takes me from a fan to a backseat casual viewer. Because I’m sick of this shit with killing off LGBTQA+ people on this fucking show. Even if “their arc was wrapped up”, I don’t care. Alisha, Denise, Eric, and now Tara? I’m not okay with that anymore. I wasn’t okay with Denise and now I’m really not okay if it’s Tara.

Eric I’m very upset about for Aaron, but I’m hoping it leads to the Jesus/Aaron romance by S9 like in the comics because I do rather enjoy that pairing and Paul needs a boyfriend and Aaron needs someone as full of heart as him... I’m gonna go on a ramble so I’ll shit up on that.

My point isssss... STOP KILLING THE BLACK PEOPLE AND LGBTQA+ PEOPLE!!

Okay! Moving on to more shit.

Back to Tara... I keep seeing a lot of people say that Tara’s arc is ending. That she’s going to be killed because she’s not needed anymore and has no use... I don’t believe that at all.Because Tara is still a use... Because of Oceanside.

Tara is a connection to Oceanside with Cyndie. Right now, Aaron is trying to get Oceanside to work with him and the others for the war against Negan. See if he can rally the troops. With Natania killed by Enid, Cyndie has taken over as the new leader. Oceanside follows her lead. She is the one that can turn her people to help take down the Saviors.

But right now Cyndie is hurt and angry. Her grandmother was killed by Enid. Natania was making choices, killing whoever she could find that encroached the Oceanside territory. Enid didn’t have to kill her, but she did to save herself and Aaron. It was Natania or them. There could’ve been another choice, sure. But a choice was made. And it hurt Cyndie. That was her family, no matter if she was in the right or wrong. And Cyndie made a choice to not kill Enid and Aaron and let them go... Just like she did with Tara.

Right now, the only person that Cyndie has a decent connection to is Tara. Aaron is trying to connect to them and make a connection. But Aaron might not be able to alone. These women are wary of men. Aaron may be gay, but he’s still a male and that trust is going to be hard for Cyndie to reach for. Especially with Aaron being with Enid when Natania died.

So here’s what’s possible. Aaron may return to the fray and need help with things. Or Tara decides to go for help. Oceanside had people willing to fight and Cyndie has a relationship of some trust with Tara already. Tara is the one who can truly bridge Oceanside and TFs group together for the final fight. aron might be the one to bring them all to the battle, but Tara is the one who can close the bridge. Thus why I personally feel like she’s still got a story to work through.

Now I could be wrong and Tara is approaching death. It won’t be from Dwight’s arrow - again, don’t believe he poisoned his arrows and he shot her to save her from Simon - and this is going to be important for Simon and Tara. And also for Daryl.

See Tara’s story still connects to Daryl. Tara and Daryl and Dwight and Rosita have the strongest connection. I keep seeing people say that Tara is too forgiving of Dwight, but Tara’s not. She hasn’t forgive Dwight for killing Denise. She will always have hate in her heart for him and what he did to Denise... But she saw him as she saw herself.

The argument between Daryl and Tara in 8x13 was interesting because it was a full circle connection for Tara... And it also brought up something weird

Daryl: Hey... You shouldn't be out here. Tara: Oh it's just.. It's just a scratch. I can help. Daryl: What if it wasn’t? Tara: Then it'd be my own damn fault. He’s back with them because of me. Daryl: No, he’s back with them because that’s who he is. Tara: We got lucky. Finding Maggie, Rick. It could have been different. It was for me, when I was with the Governor. Daryl: Yeah, but you weren’t one of them. Tara: But I was with them. Your brother too. Daryl: My brother? My brother ran the wrong way his whole life. If he were here, if I’d stuck with him when he left, we’d be with the Saviors too. Or some other group just like them. But I’d have figured out who they were, just like you did. Tara: Maybe that’s what happened to Dwight. Daryl: Is that before or after he killed your girl? Or is that all square now? Tara: It is. Look, I might hate him forever, but he saved my life. Daryl: No, he tried to kill you last night. Tara: When we were in the woods, when we were coming here, I saw him try and help us win. Daryl: Yeah, I saw what I saw too.

In the argument, Tara brings up Merle. This was both delightful to me because I love Merle... But it makes no sense. Why? Because Tara never met Merle. Tara met the Governor after Merle was killed, after the Governor lost the to Rick and Woodbury fell. How would she know about Merle? Unless Daryl or someone has explained everyone's history to her... Even so, she didn’t know Merle and wouldn’t have known him from cow shit vs horse shit.

Even Daryl seems a bit surprised by Tara mentioning Merle. He’s actually kind of defensive and against using Merle in the topic because to him, Merle was always on a path that’d get himself in trouble or killed. Because that’s who Merle was... But that’s wrong in a sense.

Merle fucking KNEW how the Governor was. He knew how Philip played. It’s why he lied about killing Michonne. It’s why he was so amped up to kill the guy. He knew that the Governor was bad news a long time ago. He was sticking around because he owed Philip and he needed the man to get the resources to find Daryl again. To see of his brother was still alive. Merle made reckless and cruel choices under the Governor, but you can see he wasn’t necessarily okay with them. He did what he had to because he believed that was how he found Daryl. Merle was an enigma. He even said so himself that he didn’t understand the thigs he did. Just that he did them. But even so, 90% of the time - ten percent being when Merle was high on the roof and when he didn’t know TF was still alive - Merle did what he did to be with Daryl and find him. Would Merle have ended up with someone like Negan? To save his and Daryl’s ass, probably yes. He would’ve done what he needed to keep him and Daryl alive. Merle wasn’t dumb. He was a cold survivor. To have Daryl brush Merle off like he’d just go with the next big bad guy... That doesn’t sit right with me at all. Pretty sure Michael Rooker would agree with me as well. For the most part anyway.

(Sorry, got on a rant here)

So using Merle and writing him off like that doesn’t work... And Daryl acting like he’d have just left is wrong too. S1 Daryl was still the Daryl that went around and did whatever Merle said. Merle was going to have him and Daryl rob the camp near Atlanta and then split. If that had gone through, Daryl would still be following Merle and probably end up dead or yes, sticking to a group like the Saviors and backing Merle up. They both would’ve probably wised up real quick, but they’d still be doing what they needed to stay alive and get out.

By S3, yes. Daryl leaving off with Merle and finding a group like the Saviors.. He would’ve wised up to them quick. Even S1 Daryl would’ve. But because Rick took a chance on Daryl in S1 and S2, by S3 Daryl had been allowed to grow out of Merle’s shadow so that kept him from making a choice that lead him and Merle to someone like Negan.

Tara was a different story. She was hauled up in an apartment with her sister and niece and father. the Governor saved her from her father after he turned into a walker. She had no clue about his past, who he was and what he’d done. He was just the guy who saved her. That he was a guy who wanted to help them find a better, safer place. Especially since Tara didn’t really know how to stop walkers until the Governor told her how. She was even one of the first to agree with the Governor to take the Prison from TF. But things weren’t like she was expecting them to be and Rick SAW that. It was Rick who turned to Tara and tried to reason with her. To have her help reason with the Governor. When shit hit the fan, Tara ran away and hid because once she saw the Governor kill Hershel, she realized that she wasn’t where she should be - that she was wrong - and made a run for it.

Tara mentions to Daryl that maybe that’s what happened to Dwight. Daryl sayibg he would’ve wised up and left the bad people he might’ve ended up with, is what Tara did and she believes that is what Dwight did. Which is kind of right. Except Tara didn’t kill people. But she was there and didn’t stop people from getting killed. So in a way, yes. Her and Dwight are similar in that they got blood on them. Dwight killed because he believed that was what he had to do to keep going on and be safe and alive for Sherry. Sherry chose Negan to protect herself and to protect Dwight. When they came back, she went back to Negan so Dwight wouldn’t be killed. He was maimed but he was alive. Negan took a lot from Dwight and it took Daryl and Sherry leaving to really make Dwight realize just truly how much he wanted Negan dead. He even says to Simon that, yeah, he thought about killing Negan. But he was surviving. Sherry was too. But Sherry had enough and ran. Because Dwight was surviving to a point he was no longer the man she loved. That pushed Dwight. Her saving Daryl. Meeting Daryl... That all changed Dwight. Or at least snapped him back to who he was meant to be; a better man.

. Daryl can’t see that though. Some people say that Daryl wants to kill Dwight because of what he did to Denise... But there’s more to it than that. Before Daryl even came across Dwight, he was having nothing but shit luck on saving people. He was still trying to be a good person like Aaron said he was. Like Beth and everyone knew he could be and he was. But then Daryl couldn’t save Button the horse, he was already hurt from loosing Beth and Tyreese and Noah, and then he tries to help Dwight and Tina and Sherry and they knock him out and tie him up and take his stuff from him while holding a gun to his head. That was enough for Daryl. Dwight and them get away, sans Tina, and Daryl is left angered that he went back to help these people with Tina’s insulin and they still fuck him over. Flash forward, he meets Jesus and Hilltop and he goes with Rick on killing a whole damn community in their sleep because, to him, there aren’t good people anymore and fuck everyone. So he helps kill this community. Jump forward, he takes Denise out with Rosita to help her get the medicine... But also because Denise WANTED Daryl and Rosita because - as she says - he reminds her of her brother and makes her feel safe. Right after she says that and chews him out, she gets shot WITH HIS OWN FUCKING CROSSBOW by Dwight, who he TRIED TO HELP AND FUCKED HIM OVER. Daryl’s anger over Dwight fucking him over and getting one of the few good people he believes exists killed sets Daryl off and he goes off on his own in anger to find Dwight and kill the bastard. But that gets Glenn out there with Michonne and Rosita. They can’t bring him back and Rosita and Daryl get captured with Glenn and Michonne. Then TF gets lined up and whose with the Saviors and WHO shot him? Dwight again. Dwight was a big reason that Negan knew about Daryl and his group. He was a part of the reason that Abe gets killed and while I don’t believe he was the main reason Negan killed Glenn - because Negan was WAY to happy to kill again, he just needed someone to pop off and thought it might be Rosita - and now another good person and HIS DEAR BEST FRIEND is bludgeoned to death like a rat before him and Daryl is swallowed in guilt. He’s scooped up by Negan and he’s tortured by the saviors AND Dwight. Dwight is the one who sleep deprives Daryl, shoves dog food at him, gets him beat up, and pushes him around like a dog. Daryl admits to Dwight that he gets why he did what he did, but that doesn’t square away everything that Dwight has done to him and his people.

So Daryl’s anger for Dwight - all lined up - makes sense and him not being able to see good people and being ready to just fucking murder all the saviors without care... It makes sense. And for awhile he had an ally with Rosita and Tara. But after loosing Sasha, Rosita started to see that her rage and anger were gonna get her killed. She wanted Dwight and Negan dead. But she wasn’t gonna run off to get herself killed or get others killed. Tara and Daryl were still ready for blood. Dwight’s blood... But Dwight had hos own journey and wanted to help take Negan down. Daryl knew that too or he wouldn’t have sent the letter to Dwight with the “Tomorrow” on it. Daryl keeping Dwight alive shows restraint on his mind set. But right now wasn’t the time to murder Dwight. The man was still gonna die but other pressing matters were on his mind... But Tara wasn’t there. She wants the man dead and Dwight knows that... But he still saves her. He was ready to sacrifice himself. But nobody had known about his betrayal to Negan so he now had a way back into the Saviors. He could save Tara, lead them away from TF and get back to help them while being on the enemy line. A line he knew well. And Tara saw all this. Dwight told her he wanted Negan dead and he showed her he was on their side by jmping out, ready to die.

But Daryl can’t see that. Dwight is only looking out for himself. All he does is get people killed because he’s bad and he deserves to die. It’s why he brings up Denise to Tara. To him, those that take from him - take his good people - deserve to die. We saw this with Dawn at Grady. Dawn “shot” - no she didn’t, it was someone else but sure let everyone believe it was Dawn - Beth down and Daryl - point blank - shot her down because one of his own - someone he loved whether in a romantic way or a friend - was just taken and shot down before him so he took care of who he saw got her killed. Daryl cared about Denise, he liked her, he was growing a true friendship with her and she believed in him protecting her... And Dwight killed her with his own weapon. That’s really heartbreaking for Daryl but it’s also a fuel to that rage of his. If Daryl loves you, he loves you forever. He loved Denise in a way just as he loved Abe in a way and loved Glenn in a way. Dwight helped get them killed so Dwight deserves to die. That’s how Daryl is right now. The Saviors get his good people killed, gets the ones he loves killed. They deserve to die. So he can’t see how Tara sees things... Because Tara is seeing herself in Dwight, seeing their similarities. Daryl probably feels betrayed about Tara seeming to be so easy to “square away” things with Dwight on what he’s taken from Tara. To him, that doesn’t resonate because Daryl is too angry. There’s Them and Us in Daryl’s book and Tara defending Dwight as an Us makes no sense.

So now Tara and Daryl are on different sides of one road.They’re both on the road to fight the Saviors. But Tara isn’t in the mindset to murder everyone. She’s ready to see a future. She doesn’t know what that future is yet, but she’s going to be able to see one where she’ll never forgive Dwight, but she believes he’s trying to help and is on their side. Daryl is on the rage and death side of the road against the Saviors. He’s with Rick. There is no future. Just death and destruction.

With Tara now being open eyed, her story can now move on to a future and helping lead to a true win for TF. That’s why I believe she is still a key player in this war. She is still a key to helping bring in Oceanside. I truly feel that... I could be wrong. I’ll accept that. But right now, Tara isn’t over yet. She’s gonna live and she’s gonna help the future. Her meeting Oceanside was leading to this. In the comic, Siddiq is the one who discovers Oceanside and the one who tells Rick about the community. Now Tara has taken this role and Siddiq is present to take over as medical help. In the comic, the Oceanside pretty much stay to themselves the whole time. I don’t believe this will be the same here. The Saviors took a lot from the women of Oceanside and now they have a chance to make them pay for that... But they need someone to help pull them in. Aaron and Tara can be that.

So no. Tara isn’t gonna die. I feel that much... I’ve been wrong before on characters, but I’m really hoping that ain’t the case now.

Overall I liked this episode. But this scene has been eating at me with Tara mentioning Merle and then Daryl not seeing Tara’s side and also because of everyone talking about how Tara is gonna die and people hating on her... I had a lot of thoughts to share.

Also, someone fucking slap Henry. Damn kid... Fuck.

On a TD note, I also personally feel that Tara and Siddiq are gonna be key players in finding Beth or a part of what brings Beth back. Call it a feeling I can’t really explain right now. But for awhile now, especially after Denise died, Ive felt that Tara is gonna be art of Beth’s return if she is returning and same with Siddiq.

#the walking dead #tara chambler #daryl dixon #beth greene #team delusional #team defiance #team i don't care i'm having fun #team fence #team on the fence #team whatever #merle dixon #twd dwight #denise cloyd #long post

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Life at the end of the world Pt49

Summary: Your life as a zombie apocalypse survivor. It starts with the Reader settling into the camp at the quarry, before s1 and then follows the show events and storyline, more or less, but with the Reader in it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language.

Author’s note: English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance. For the same reason, I can’t write character’s accents and things like that. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it. Part 49 of 54.

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Back in Alexandria, Rosita was there thankfully safe, and that wasn’t the only surprise, she had brought Dwight with her, keeping him in the jail. As soon as he saw him, Daryl tried to throw himself at him and you wouldn’t have stopped him but Rick did.

“He wants to help,” Rosita announced.

“Is that true? You wanna help?”

Rick let go of Daryl to turn towards Dwight, aiming his gun at him and making him drop onto his knees. You held Daryl’s hand, keeping him in place, just in case, squeezing his hand when you felt him shake, and you listened to Dwight and Rick’s conversation with baited breath.

“Why?” Rick questioned, his gun at Dwight’s forehead.

“Cos I wanna stop, I want Negan dead.”

“So why don’t you kill him?”

“It can’t just be me...they’re all Negan.”

“That girl you murdered, she had a name,” suddenly Tara stepped in. “Her name was Denise and she was a doctor, she helped people.

“I wasn’t aiming for her.” Dwight simply replied.

There was no way you could have held Daryl back at that, not that you wanted to. Dwight had killed Denise, had helped kill your friends, had tortured Daryl...and the bastard didn’t even seem sorry. Daryl pinned him against the wall, his knife pointed at the other man’s face.

“Do it. Do it.” Tara urged.

“You wanna end it this way, you go ahead. I’m sorry, I am.” Dwight told him but you couldn’t believe him. “I know you want to.”

“He could just be here to see if you were here,” Rick told Daryl.

“We can’t trust him.” Michonne agreed.

“He owned me. But not anymore.” Dwight kept talking. “What I did, I was doing it for someone else. She just got away. So now I’m here. So are you because of her. There’s another choice, Negan trusts me. We work together we can stop him. You know I’m not lying, I’m not.”

Dwight seeming to still be talking just for Daryl, who to your surprise, finally released him.

“They have Sasha, if she’s even alive.” Rosita intervened.

“Why you didn’t say something, he could be our only chance to get her back,” Jesus questioned her.

“Because I don’t trust him. But I trust Daryl.”

“Negan’s coming soon. Tomorrow.” Dwight announced. “Three trucks probably, twenty Saviours and him...I can slow them down, bring some trees down in the road, buy a little time for you guys to get ready. If you can take them down that’s where we start. You kill them, I radio back to the Sanctuary and say everything’s okay. You drive the trucks back and I can lead you right inside and with the right plan we can wipe out the rest...check to see if your friend’s still alive. Then we get the workers on our side, build our numbers up, and go from outpost to outpost and end this.”

You didn’t trust him, couldn’t...but still, it was the best plan you had heard and if it was true...then it was your best chance. And so, Dwight was freed by Rick to start the whole plan. Tomorrow, you’d be fighting the Saviours, probably your biggest battle...and the last time you had to fight against them, you hoped.

While Daryl helped Rick get things ready, you went to check on your brother, who had gone back to his father’s. You stopped at the middle of the street, unsure of what to do, and when you finally gathered enough courage to face your stepfather, you saw your brother walking out of the house and towards you.

“I saw you through the window.” He told you when he reached you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah...well, he’s mad but besides yelling, what can he threaten me with? Taking my mobile and console?” He gave you a weak smile.

“Just...tell me if he does something...”

“He’s my father, Y/N, he’s not going to do nothing, he’s just mad and worried about me, and being annoying.” Chris frowned at you and you decided to just nod.

“Look...Jesus and Enid are going back to Hilltop early in the morning and they’re taking Judith with them, also everyone who can’t fight, it’s safer there, the Saviours are coming tomorrow and we’re going to fight them.”

“I can fight!” Your brother retorted.

“No, you can’t. You can protect yourself from walkers, maybe from a couple people but this is different!” You didn’t care if your brother would be mad at you, his safety was the priority.

“This is going to be a real fight and it’s not sure we’ll win, it’s not even sure we all will make it...” You bit your lip, you hadn’t meant to voice your worries and fears, you hadn’t told anyone, but it had slipped and now you felt almost like crying. “It’s going to be dangerous, real dangerous, more than walkers, more than the Wolves...just...go to the Hilltop, please, your father can go with you if he wants, just go. I need to know you’ll be safe.”

For a moment, your brother stayed silent, but he seemed to see something in your eyes because he finally nodded slowly.

“Alright.”

“Okay...okay, thank you...” You resisted the urge to hug him, not wanting to make him feel awkward. “Go...go tell your father alright?”

Chris nodded again and turned to leave but seemed to think it better and looked back at you again.

“Y/N...be careful tomorrow, okay? If it’s really that dangerous...be safe.”

You nodded, holding back your tears at the wave of emotion that overcame you, and watched as your brother walked back into the house.

Late that night you were sitting alone in the porch, exhausted but sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep if you tried, when you saw Daryl walking up the street and making his way to you when he spotted you.

“You okay?”

You asked, reaching out for his hand, when he sat down next to you. Busy as you all had been, you hadn’t had the chance to check on him after Dwight.

He just hummed and nodded, lacing your fingers.

“You?”

“I’m okay.”

You replied, though you were far from okay. Daryl could notice, as always, and soon he was letting go of your hand in favor of wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Can’t have been easy, letting Dwight go...” You began, waiting to see Daryl’s reaction before keep talking. “But if he’s not lying...this is our best chance.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Daryl let out a tired sigh. “When this’s over, I’m killing him.”

You couldn’t expect anything else, knowing how he hated him, knowing what Dwight had done. When this was over...you didn’t care what happened then, you just wanted it to be over, you just wanted all of you to be safe and free from the Saviours, free from Negan.

“Don’t wanna sleep?” Daryl asked you. “Long day tomorrow.”

“Don’t think I could...” You whispered.

“Try?”

“Come with me?”

Daryl chewed on his lip while he thought, seeming reluctant, but he looked at you and finally nodded, getting up and helping you onto your feet.

Being curled up in bed with him, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively, made you feel safe, help you calm down a bit, but still you couldn’t sleep, your mind racing with a thousand worried thoughts.

“I’m scared.” You admitted in a whisper.

“Don’t. We’ll be okay.” Daryl tried to comfort you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You can’t know that...” You hadn’t wanted to tell your fears to anyone, not wanting to worry them more or to think you weak, but now, curled up with Daryl...you couldn’t help yourself from voicing it, needing to share it with him, to find comfort in his arms. “So many things can go wrong, even if Dwight isn’t lying...and if he is...” Then it was over, for all of you.

“We’ll get through,” Daryl whispered into your ear, tightening his hold on you when he felt you shiver and placing another kiss on your shoulder. “We gotta win.”

You said nothing, couldn’t, but closed your eyes and held Daryl’s hand, pulling his arm even tighter around you, calming your breath and letting his guide you into an uneasy sleep.

***

Next morning, everyone was up and getting things ready before the sun was up. With the sunrise also came the group of scavengers Rick had made a deal with. They seemed a bit strange, but you needed all the help you could get against the Saviours.

You were up in one of the rooftops with the sniper rifle, looking through the scope at the group that waited at the door, and you saw the Saviour’s trucks driving to Alexandria. You couldn’t believe it when you recognized Eugine’s voice through a megaphone, telling you to surrender. You all had been so worried about him, and the rat had become Negan’s.

You saw Rosita pressing the button that’d activate the bombs she had got ready in a truck at the other side of the wall and braced yourself for it...but the explosion never came and suddenly the scavengers were pointing their guns at your people and opening the doors to the Saviours.

You cursed aloud and aimed the rifle to one of the men who was aiming his gun at Daryl, but didn’t dare to shoot, in case the others started shooting everyone if you killed one his own. You didn’t know what to do and leaned over the railing, trying to see Michonne on the roof of the other house to ask her what to do now, but you found one of the scavengers was aiming at her too.

You aimed at the woman but didn’t notice that another one had sneaked on you until she pushed you over the railing. You screamed, more in surprise than fear, and grunted in pain when you landed on the floor of one of the small balconies of the house.

Everything hurt, you felt dizzy and it was hard to breathe but you managed to roll over and take cover when the woman began shooting at you, though you felt a burning pain at your side.

The woman disappeared into the house and you knew she was coming for you, you tried to think fast. There was a table in there and you pushed it over, pushing it against the door and fitting its legs on the railings of the balcony so she couldn’t open the door, groaning in pain and almost passing out as you did so, falling down against the wall when you finished.

You heard the woman struggling to open the door but it kept knocking against the table and soon she gave up, seeming to think you weren’t worthy or dangerous enough...which was true, just breathing made your whole body hurt, your head was buzzing in pain and your side was bleeding, though you were sure the bullet had just grazed you.

You dragged yourself to the railing so you could see what was going on. Your rifle had fallen with you and you saw it dangling dangerously at the edge of the balcony. You took it carefully and looked through the scope.

Negan was opening some sort of box...a coffin, you didn’t know why, because a walker came out it and attacked him, and the walker...with a lump in your throat, you noticed the walker was Sasha.

And then, shots began flying everywhere. You aimed and shot, killing a couple of your enemies, trying to see where Daryl was but you had lost sight of him. Your hands shook and the world was spinning slightly, so you were failing more shots than you had ever done, you could barely keep the rifle straight. And by the look of it, your people were losing, outnumbered and outgunned.

You had to do something, didn’t know what, injured as you were, but you couldn’t just stay there while they killed your family. On blocking the door you had also trapped yourself in the balcony, and the effort of trying to remove the table again almost had you fainting again. By the time you managed, you had to lie down, light headed.

The shooting had stopped and you weren’t sure if that was better or worse but you forced yourself to move and get into the house, using the rifle as some sort of crutch to help you limp your way. By the time you managed to drag yourself downstairs, the shooting was back, but when you opened the door and stumbled out, there was smoke everywhere, though you weren’t sure if it was real or if it was just in your fuzzy head.

You barely managed to walk out to the porch and stumble down the stairs before your knees gave in and you fell to the ground with a whimper of pain, seeing anything but smoke and hearing nothing but shoots.

“What’re you doing there, you have to take cover!”

You heard a voice and then someone was pulling you up and you cried out in pain, almost fainting again, and the person murmured an apology but kept dragging you back to the house. No, not right when you had managed to get out.

“No, the Saviours...” You said weakly.

“They’re retreating.” The voice informed you. “Now, stay in here!”

***

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Next voice you heard made you smile through your haze and you opened your eyes to see Daryl kneeling in front of you, cupping your face and looking at you with scared eyes.

“Hey...” You tried to reach out to brush his fringe away from his eyes but your arm didn’t want to obey you. “Did we win?”

“Yeah, yeah, we did...” Daryl kissed your forehead and his hand put pressure on your bleeding side, making you whimper in pain. “Sorry...”

“It’s Negan dead?”

“No, he went away.”

“Then we didn’t win.”

“Doesn’t matter now, what happened to you?” Daryl’s worried eyes were scanning you, taking in your bruises and scrapes, your unfocused eyes.

“Asshole woman threw me off the roof but I landed on a balcony...pretty sure one of her bullets grazed me though...”

“Shit Y/N...”

One of his hands was now at the side of your head and you hissed in pain when he touched the point that you had knocked on the ground. When he pulled his hand back, apologizing again, you noticed blood on his fingers.

“Gonna have matching scars now...” Not so long ago you had a wound at the other side of your head from when a Saviour hit you with his gun. “Gonna go dumb if people keep hitting me on the head...” You chuckled weakly, almost finding the whole thing amusing, though it probably had to do with how light headed you were feeling.

Daryl didn’t seem to find it funny, though, he just seemed worried out of his mind.

“Come on darling, we’re gonna get you patched up.” He tried to help you get up and you cried out in pain. “I’m sorry...”

“It’s okay...”

You managed to murmur before everything turned black.

***

When you opened your eyes you were on a bed. The world wasn’t spinning anymore though you felt like all your bones and muscles were screaming at you, your head and side hurt but they weren’t burning...so you guessed you were alright.

“Hey...”

Your eyes focused and you saw Daryl looming over you, and this time your arm did obey you and you reached out to push his fringe away from his worried eyes. He kissed your palm and took your hand to lace your fingers.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like a herd of walkers stomped over me...” You complained, grunting in pain when you tried to sit up and a wave of dizziness overcame you. “Woah...”

“Y/N...” Daryl warned you when you tried to move. “You fell down a roof so it’s a miracle you didn’t break any bone...but one of your ribs’s in bad shape, fissured maybe, you’re all bruised, you knocked your head hard, have a concussion...” He listed, his eyes moving from injury to injury.

“And by the way, you were shot too.”

You heard Rick’s voice and looked up to find him sitting next to another bed, Michonne lying on it, looking like she had taken a hell of a beating but awake, Carl at the other side of the bed.

“Another woman threw you off a roof too?”

“No, I threw her off,” Michonne answered weakly.

“Good.” You fell back against the pillows. “Could have been worse...” If the balcony hadn’t been there, then the fall from the roof would have killed you...but you didn’t want to think it.

“Yeah, you got lucky Y/N, but you might have gone dumb from hitting your head, though, because apparently you were trying to drag yourself to the middle of the gunfire using a rifle as a crutch.”

This time it was Tara’s voice and you sat up enough to look for her, Daryl rushing to help you, murmuring something about your stitches. Tara was standing at the side of a bed past Michonne, giving you a soft smile before turning his attention back to Rosita, who lied unconscious on the bed.

“God, is she okay?” You asked in worry.

“She was shot, but she’ll pull through,” Tara said, pushing the hair of the other woman away from her face.

“It’s everyone okay?” You asked, lying back on the pillows with a lump in your throat. “What happened?”

“Lots of injured...some have died,” Rick told you somberly. “But there were more losses at the Saviours' side than ours.”

“The scavengers crossed us.” Michonne’s voice was weak but full of rage anyway.

“And then the gunfire began,” Rick sounded angry too, but mostly he seemed tired. “But Maggie came on time, bringing people from Hilltop, and Ezekiel came too with his soldiers.”

“Yeah? The Kingdom joined us?” Good, that was so good, you couldn’t believe the King had finally joined the fight.

“Shiva came to the rescue, you should have seen her dinning on Saviours,” Daryl told you, managing to make you smile.

“I want to pet her.”

“Later.” Daryl seemed relieved at seeing you smile, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. “Carol came too, brought the King.”

“Carol’s here? I want to see her...”

“She came to check on you, Maggie too, but you were still sleeping. We’ll see them later.” Daryl promised you.

“We’re all together now,” Michonne said, giving Rick a soft smile.

“And we fight this war together, Alexandria, Hilltop, the Kingdom,” he nodded, lacing his fingers with Michonne’s. “We’re stronger together and we bring down the Saviours together.”

“Write down all that for the speeches you’re going to be doing.” Michonne teased, making Rick chuckle and bent down to kiss her forehead.

You smiled at the sight though Rick’s words troubled you. A war...how had you all ended up there? But the Saviours had to be stopped, Negan had to be stopped...and with the Hilltop and the Kingdom at your side, you stood a bigger chance than ever.

Suddenly, your slow, tired mind remembered something.

“I...I think I saw Sasha...as a walker...” It was right after you hit your head and all your memories were blurry, so maybe, maybe...

Everyone stayed silent and your heart dropped.

“Yeah...”

Daryl whispered, nodding once, squeezing your hand when you swallowed hard, closing your eyes tight to stop your tears.

“She did it for us, took them by surprise...” Carl said, he had been quiet until now, looking over Michonne.

Nobody said anything for a long moment, silence filled the room.

“I want to go home.” You whispered to Daryl. You were sure you had never felt so tired, sore and sad all together, and you just wanted to curl up on your bed with him.

“You think she can?” He asked Tara after giving you an unsure look.

“Dunno, the doctor was Denise, not me.” She replied and Daryl flinched. Tara seemed to notice and her next words were softer. “We patched her up best we could and she seems okay...so I’d say yes?” She didn’t sound that sure, frowning at you before looking at Rick, who just shrugged and nodded too.

“Fine, let’s go...ouch...” You winced as you tried to sit up.

“Y/N...”

Daryl chided you softly before hoisting you up in his arms. It hurt, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and bit your lip to stop any sound from coming out, sure Daryl would just lower you down back onto the bed and tell you to stay there if he noticed it.

“Just got my ride out here.” You told Michonne as Daryl began carrying you to the door and waving goodbye weakly to the others.

“Lucky you!” She half chuckled half coughed.

***

“This is the second time you carry me to bed like this, first was when I got that flu, remember?” You said, chuckling, when Daryl helped you sat up against a stack of pillows he had placed against the headboard of your bed. You took his hand and pull at it to make him sit down with you.

“Third, I carried you to the doctor’s today,” Daryl replied, stroking your hair. “Second time you scare me to death.”

“I’m sorry...”

You were sorrier you hadn’t gotten to do much though, you should have been out there fighting Saviours but instead you had gotten yourself injured and had been pretty much useless. You weren’t about to tell that to Daryl, though, worried how he was.

“I’m sorry too, I should have been there with you.”

“That’s silly,” You hoped he wouldn’t start blaming himself for this too. “You had your part on the plan, I had mine. We couldn’t know what was going to happen and then you were fighting Saviours.”

“Should have made sure you were alright.”

“No, you did what you had to, fight the Saviours and drive them away from us.”

Daryl opened his mouth and blinked in surprise when your index finger pressed against his lip, stopping him before he could say anything else.

“No, don’t dare feel guilty about this.” You warned, smiling when he nipped at your finger. “It was those damn scavengers and the woman who pushed me over the railings...who I hope Shiva ate.”

Daryl nodded in silence, though you weren’t sure if he was actually listening or if he just felt guilty anyway but he didn’t want to upset you more by saying anything else.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I was scared seeing all those people aiming at you and then hearing all the shooting, I was worried, didn’t know what was happening...”

“You were worried?” Dary arched an eyebrow at you, running his fingers pointedly over your head wound, some of your bruises, the stitches at your side. “Can’t even tell you how scared I was when I saw you like this.”

He leaned over to kiss your lips softly and then curled up next to you, his head on your lap. You wriggled a bit, trying to find the perfect position for your aching body.

“Am I hurting you?” Daryl asked immediately when he felt you move.

“No.”

You wrapped your arm around him when he tried to pull away, keeping him there, your fingers tangling in his hair, playing with it, feeling him finally relax.

“You think we can win this war?” You broke the silence.

“We have to.”

“What do we do next?”

“You rest and recover,” Daryl said firmly. “With Michonne, Rosita, everyone that was injured today.”

“I can fight!” You already felt bad for not having done enough today, feeling like you had been totally useless during the fight. “I can’t stay here doing nothing.”

“Yeah? Push me off you and go grab my crossbow for target practice.” Daryl shifted to look up at you, is head still on your lap, a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes.

“I could if I wanted, but I don’t want to, I’m comfy here.”

“Sure...” Daryl nuzzled at your stomach, tickling you, but stopped when your giggle turned into a wince of pain. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s this damn rib that doesn’t want to see me happy.”

“Seriously, Y/N, you gotta take it slow,” Daryl took your hand, playing with your fingers. “You scared me today, you could have died...”

“We all could have died.”

Daryl said nothing to that, just looked at you with sad eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take it easy.” You conceded...it wasn’t like you could do anything else, you were pretty banged up and moving hurt enough to even think about fighting...probably you couldn’t even lift the rifle without hurting yourself.

Daryl seemed content enough with that and let go of your hand after placing a kiss to your knuckles. You went back to run your fingers through his hairs, letting it help you relax, trying to stop your mind from wandering away to your fears and worries, to the war to come.

There’d be time for that during the days to come.

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reganapologists · 7 years ago

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First Kiss

Summary: Rick is a young widower at his first Pride Parade, finally coming to terms with his identity. Negan only solidifies it.

Word Count: 2410

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Negan x Rick

Warnings: Modern! AU – so no zombies. Foul Language, Negan being Himself as Always,

Author’s Note: This is a one-shot for #ReganWeek filling in the Kiss slot! (Sorry I’m like two days late! My computer was acting up!)

Author: @genevievedarcygranger

Tagging: just for those that I think would be interested @purplemuse89 @noodlecupcakes @binegan @crownedcarl @neganstonguething @hatterized @negans-network

Rick felt incredibly overwhelmed – and maybe a little silly – for coming here. He had to wonder how this happened, but he knew exactly how it happened.

After Shane had left soon after Lori died, Rick had been on desk duty, juggling a new baby and a precocious son lashing out. But now that he was back in the saddle, he had to have a partner. That’s where Tara came in.

Now Tara was one of the newest addition to the station and Rick’s new partner. As far as partners go, she wasn’t bad at all. She knew all the standard procedures forwards and backwards since she was straight out of the academy, but she wasn’t a stickler per se. Rick found himself laughing a lot with her because of her peculiar sense of humor. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of Carl. Like for her humor, but namely for how young she was. So, Rick felt protective and took upon a paternal role around her.

One day he had noticed that she was a little withdrawn and unusually skittish. It was a slow day, just directing traffic of the carpool line at the elementary school. Rick took the opportunity to ask Tara what had her so fidgety, and she just blurted out in typical Tara style, “I like girls.”

A little confused, Rick blinked and tilted his head. “Okay.”

She took that as her que to babble freely to him now, finally getting everything off her chest. “I wasn’t allowed to be like that growing up. At the academy, I still couldn’t say anything either. But now I’ve got a job, and I want to be able to date and bring around my girlfriend and call her my girlfriend.”

“Tara,” Rick began in his fatherly way with seemingly infinite patience, “that’s okay. No one at the station is going to say anything to you. If you want, you can bring around your girlfriend.”

In a rush, Tara asked him, “Will you go to the Pride Parade with me, Rick?”

He blinked at her again and tilted his head to the other side. “Come again?”

“Well, it’s just that I’m new around town,” she began to explain, “The Pride Parade in Atlanta would be the first one I could go to now, and I don’t want to go alone. I just figured that since we’ve worked together for a while that we’re friends, right, Rick?”

“Of course, we’re friends, Tara,” Rick assured her, a little touched by her confession. Initially, he had thought that she might scoff at him for being an old man, but on more than one occasion she had told him that he was very ‘cool dude’. Not even Carl would say that to him anymore.

“So, you’ll go with me?” Tara asked him again, the hopeful look on her face reminding Rick of the expressions Carl and Judith had when they begged to have McDonald’s for dinner. He couldn’t say no to Tara any more than he could say no to his own kids.

Still, Rick hesitated, and he hated himself for hesitating, but hesitate he did. He thought of his neighbors, Aaron and Eric, and wondered if he should just ask her to go with them instead. In truth, since Lori died, Rick had been lonely and he had started thinking of dating again, but he was scared. Scared to put himself out there knowing he had kids to raise, scared of rejection, but most importantly, scared that he couldn’t be himself. He had always been attracted to women and men, but – much like Tara – couldn’t express it, especially back in his day. Now, though, he could date whoever he wanted freely, and almost nothing was stopping him. Nothing except himself anyway.

“I’ll go, Tara,” he finally promised her, and Tara hooked her pinky with his to seal the deal. Smiling, she pushed down her shades and looked out the window, back to her usual upbeat mood. Despite his own inner dilemma, Rick smiled a bit, too.

But that was then, and this is now. Rick had told Carl that he would be going with Tara this weekend to the Pride Parade. Carl only asked if he could have money for pizza and invite Enid, Ron, and Sophia over. Rick relented, passing over a twenty-dollar bill, and reminded Carl that if he needed any help with Judith, he could call either Carol, Beth, or Olivia. In typical teenaged fashion, Carl rolled his eyes and shrugged him off. That was one hurdle down.

Now that they were here in Atlanta, though, Rick was so nervous, unsure on what to do. Tara was having fun at least. They had ended up carpooling with Aaron and Eric, and they ended up bumping into another couple Rick knew: Andrea and Michonne. They were partners at a law firm, so Rick occasionally ran into them in court. They were nice ladies, but Rick hadn’t known they were married, he just thought they were partners at their firm. That just goes to show how unobservant Rick can be at times.

Gathered together, Andrea and Michonne were talking to Tara, boosting her up and calming her nerves. Aaron turned to Rick and told him, “Erik and I are going to look for our friend Jesus.” To be heard in the crowd, Aaron had to raise his voice, “Jesus usually brings a huge flag, so we shouldn’t take that long to find him.”

“Okay,” Rick said, and then he was left alone. Unsure of himself now, Rick found himself wandering.

The Parade hadn’t started yet. A lot of people were still putting the finishing touches on their signs or doing last-minute meet ups much like Aaron and Eric were. Unintentionally, Rick got a little loss, surrounded by people he didn’t know. As he spun around searching for his friends, a deep and gruff voice that sounded like it was coming from right behind him, called to him, “Gay?”

Immediately, Rick turned towards the voice and startled at the closeness. Then he saw the stranger’s face – how could he not when the man was leaning in so close – and Rick flushed. He was undeniably a handsome man, and he looked like the kind who knew exactly good he looked in his studded, black leather jacket. How that man could wear that in this hot weather during a parade no less was no small feat to Rick. Looking back up at the stranger’s amused, dark eyes, Rick realized he was opening staring. “Come again?”

The stranger grinned such a shit-eating grin at that, and Rick realized the accidental innuendo too late. The man’s tongue swiped over his florescent white teeth smugly, but otherwise didn’t comment on it aloud. “I said gay,” he repeated, and cocked his head like a puppy.

Since the man had closed the distance between them, they didn’t have to shout to be heard. Rick was grateful for that, but was more than a little nervous at the lack of personal space. This man was too handsome. “Oh, well, um, no.”

The man leaned back, hips thrust forward, and Rick blushed. Like a salesman, he announced, “Alrighty, then, are you bi or pan or ace? I’ve got fucken’ buttons if you wanna represent.” He held open his leather jacket where there were indeed several buttons of various colors. Tara told Ric they were for the different flags of the spectrum. “Usually younger people can’t buy or make their own shit, but you look like this is your first time at one of these shit shows.”

Ducking his head in embarrassment at how obviously he seemed to stand out, Rick mumbled, “I’m just here for my friend, Tara.”

“No shit? Huh. Well do you think she wants a button? I’m not gonna charge for them, I just always carry around extra fucken’ buttons. Was my wife’s idea.”

Looking up at the man again, Rick shifted from foot to foot. “Yeah? Where is your wife?”

At that the stranger listed to the side, letting his jacket fall shut again. His salesman persona dropped. “Oh, she died a couple of years ago. Fucken’ cancer.”

Immediately, Rick felt a connection that was more than just the simple attraction. “My wife passed a few years ago, too. Complications from birth.” Rick wasn’t sure why he had to tell this man this – he didn’t even know his name – but something compelled him to. Maybe it was the familiar look in his eye of old grief. That reminded Rick, though, that he didn’t know who he was talking to. “Rick Grimes,” he introduced himself, sticking out his hand politely.

There was that shit-eating grin, and the man shook his hand vigorously. “Hi there, Rick. I’m Negan.” Negan clapped him so hard on the shoulder that he stumbled forward with a grunt, and Negan released the strong grip he had on Rick’s hand to hold him steady.

“Thanks,” Rick mumbled, catching himself on the lapels of Negan’s jacket and looking up into the man’s enticing dark eyes. This interaction had Rick more than a little dazed. This man reminded Rick of a puppy for all intents and purposes. But a big Rottweiler puppy that wasn’t aware of how big and scary he looked, as if he didn’t know his own strength. Too long of a moment passed and Rick still hadn’t let go. Blushing again, Rick tore his eyes away, staring forward at Negan’s chest. Before he stepped back, though, he curiously touched the pin Negan had on one lapel. It was striped pink, purple, and blue. Rick wasn’t sure of what that meant, he only knew about the rainbow one.

Negan let him touch the button, and then he explained, “This is the bi flag. I swing both ways, sometimes violently with a bat.” At Rick’s furrowed brow, Negan smiled wider and added, “I coach fucken’ baseball for a high school. You?”

“Sheriff’s deputy,” Rick replied, and he made the mistake of looking back at Negan’s face. When he smiled there were dimples, and his eyes crinkled in the corners. It was cute. Flustered, Rick dropped his eyes back to the button.

“Sure, you’re not gay, Rick? Bi?” Negan asked so casually.

Rick struggled with his answer. “No? I don’t know.”

Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Negan leaned back again, tilting his head in an attempt to catch Rick’s gaze again. Negan had always been a sucker for blue eyes and a blush. “You want me to help you find out?”

Startled, Rick glanced back up at him sharply, and that blush fanned across his cheeks and down his neck. Rick wasn’t sure who closed the distance, but all he knew was that in the next moment he had his lips pressed to Negan’s slightly chapped ones. The kiss was different, not what Rick expected. It was wet, and the texture of Negan’s facial hair brushing against the sensitive skin around his mouth sent shivers down his spine. But the kiss was also sweet and relaxed, pleasant. And Rick thought that though this was nothing like how he and Lori used to kiss, he liked this kissing, too. He suspected it had to do more because he was kissing Negan, and that Negan knew how to kiss.

They didn’t break apart until Rick felt Negan’s calloused fingertips trail across the back of his neck. It made Rick pull away with a small grin. “Sorry, that just tickled.”

In response, Negan chuckled, and Rick felt his heart stutter and the proverbial butterflies in his stomach. His ears were pink now from his excessive blushing, and his bottom lip was swollen from Negan’s gentle abuse. “Well, Rick, I think you have your fucken’ answer, now.”

“Yeah.” Rick’s voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared it nervously. His hands had a death grip on the lapels of Negan’s jacket, and he finally let go, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep himself from drawing Negan in for another kiss.

There was a lull in the conversation, but it was comfortable rather than awkward as they stared hard at each other. It was Negan that broke the silence first, “Oh, well, since you know now.” Negan reached in his jacket and pulled out one of the buttons. He passed it to Rick, and when Rick opened his hand, he saw it was the same kind as the one Negan was wearing. Rick smiled at the button and attempted to put it on, but he was having trouble. “Here, lemme fucken’ help ya out,” Negan took the pin back and his nimble fingers had no problem pinning the button to Rick’s shirt without nicking his skin. Negan fondly patted Rick’s chest and then leaned back, admiring him. “Looks fucken’ nice on ya, Rick. Really brings out the blue in your eyes and the pink of your cheeks.”

Rick didn’t think he could blush anymore, but Negan proved that wrong. “Well, I better get back to my friends.”

“I can help ya find them if ya want,” Negan offers, so eager to help. “Who are ya with?”

“Uh, we could look for Jesus. He has a big flag apparently.”

“I know the guy.” Negan motioned for Rick to follow and then grabbed Rick’s hand. Together they cut through the crowd, and it was easygoing considering how the breath of Negan helped him shoulder through people. Sure enough, Negan lead him confidently to Jesus who had a huge rainbow flag hanging off his shoulder. “Sup, Jesus.”

“Negan,” Jesus greeted him and looked over his shoulder, “You must be Rick. We were looking for you.”

“Yeah, I, uh, got a little lost and Negan helped me out.”

Jesus looked down at Rick’s hand which was still clasped tightly to Negan’s. “Okay, well, we’re about to start soon.”

“Where’d you get that button, Rick?” Tara interrupted, and Rick looked at Negan.

Instantly, Negan shifted back into that salesman persona. Refusing to let go of Rick’s hand, he held open his jacket on one side with his free hand. “I got a fuck ton of buttons if you want one, kid.”

“Cool! I want a rainbow one if you have it.”

“Sure fucken’ do!” Negan jovially responds and offers her one.

Watching them, Rick smiles at the interaction. And then he finds himself asking Negan, “March with us?”

Negan looks back at Rick with a charming smile, “Sure, Rick. I’d love to.”

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athousandsouls-blog1 · 7 years ago

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⚜ atsco: part thirteen

“...blow wide open”

Summary: Davina spirals out of control and a decision regarding the The Harvest is made.

When she wakes it is dark.

It is automatic for her to turn her head to look at the map, spread out once again on the bedside table.

“Nothing,” Kol mutters. Her entire body tenses and she lets out a squeak. He makes a face from his perch. “You cannot blame that one on me. You knew I was here when you fell asleep — it is not my fault you forgot that fact while you snored.”

She glowers. “I did not snore.”

“You snored a little,” Kol retorts. His feet hit the floor and he stretches. She is left wondering if he had the ability to feel uncomfortable (she can’t quite remember from her days as a ghost). “Feeling better?”

Better isn’t exactly the word she wants to use. After all, this is the day she broke up with her boyfriend (officially, she figures that they were done the minute she left Whitmore without telling him where she was going). Add to that she had been chastised (and rightfully so she concedes) by Elijah. So she is not better as much as she is less weary. “Sure,” she states because she figures that Kol will not understand (or appreciate the difference). “I am starving though. I missed lunch…”

“And dinner,” Kol points out. “Rebekah came to fetch you earlier and found you sprawled out. I think she took pity on you and did not wake you only to subject you to a meal with my horrible brothers.” There is a hint of a smile on his face. “Clever girl.”

“I owe her one,” Bonnie agrees, though she might have suffered through it for the food. She sits up in the bed and stretches her limbs. She’ll have to raid the fridge — if she can find it and if she can avoid picking up a tail or two.

She doesn’t like her odds.

“Do you mind….”

“…continuing my vigil of the mystical map?” Kol finishes. “Hardly. Go on, find yourself something to eat. My promise still stands: if I notice anything you will know right away.”

She doesn’t question their sudden shift to teamwork. Instead she exits her room and surveys the scene below. There are men moving here and there trying their best to clean up the remnants of Davina’s windstorm. She has no doubt that they have been compelled to work mindlessly — it leaves a bad taste in her mouth as she descends the stairs.

She weaves through the disaster zone; hoping instinct will lead her to food. She makes one wrong turn and finds herself in what she can only describe as a wine cellar (in reality, a room filled with every kind of liquor imaginable — a place she commits to memory should this whole thing go south and she feels the need to drink herself stupid). When she finds the kitchen she is surprised at how full it is. Despite knowing better (because of her friendship with vampires), she still forgets that they actually eat. This kitchen would make any chef envious. She is clueless how to even work half the things in it.

She is able to find fresh fruit, some cheese and bread. She craves coffee but she doesn’t dare attempt to press a button on the elaborate looking machine in the corner. It might blow up and draw in an Original vampire. Best to stick to water. She seats herself at the table and begins to pick away at her version of supper.

It is quiet (save for the noise from the courtyard).

It almost feels normal — therefore she knows something is coming.

(Enid Lacour is not the only one with intuition)

Bonnie has nearly cleared her plate when it happens. It begins as a loud shout — Marcel and she knows it is Davina. She pushes back her chair and abandons what is left of her meal. She finds him in the courtyard, clutching a pale Davina to him. She is drenched, her hair matted to the sides of her face and her clothes clinging to her skin. Bonnie’s brows push together and Davina coughs, the sound more like a rattle deep in her chest. Then she does something that reminds Bonnie of the moment this downhill spiral began: she vomits. This time however it is crystal clear water. It hits the courtyard floor with a sickening splat. Around them the workers continue to remove debris as if nothing is happening.

Water — the third element to make its appearance.

Bonnie takes a step forward as Davina’s body lurches and more water erupts from her mouth. Marcel spins so that he is between the pair, his eyes narrowed and anger evident.

“Marcel,” she pleads.

“Back off,” he shouts and she sees the veins under his eyes thicken. He is not going to let her help Davina.

Klaus is the next to arrive, no doubt drawn in by the sound of his protégé speaking in anger. He side steps the growing puddle and looks to Bonnie for an explanation. “She’s choking, Klaus,” Bonnie states the obvious in hopes that he can reason with his unruly child. She knows that Marcel is reacting in panic and in his mind, Bonnie is a threat.

“Lay her on her side, Marcel,” Klaus says and his voice has a level of patience Bonnie did not know existed in him. She holds her breath but thankfully Marcel complies. He lowers Davina to the courtyard floor, cradling her head. The flow of water begins to subside and she takes in deep breaths when she can. There is water in her lungs, Bonnie realizes. She feels helpless and she can only hope it will pass just as the wind did.

“D,” Marcel prompts, his hand running across her back. “Come on, D. Please.”

Bonnie knows she can’t get too close, not without running the risk of Marcel lashing out (and she only has Klaus for backup, not exactly the most trustworthy of allies). Still, she has to act. “Push it out, let it go somewhere else,” she urges. “Don’t even try to hold it in.” She has no idea if it is the right thing to say but then again she has never been faced with a moment such as this. She mentally crosses her fingers and hopes that Davina will be able to push through before she drowns in front of them all.

It takes a moment too long in Bonnie’s books but then she hears Davina’s voice, quiet among the noise around them. “Marcel.” Bonnie’s shoulders sag in relief; an act that Marcel quickly mirrors. He gathers her up in his arms and holds her to his chest. Davina looks blinks and then buries her head in the crook of his neck. “I can’t…I can’t do this anymore…”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Bonnie says immediately, her heart sinking.

“I wondered how long it would take for your agenda to show,” Klaus sneers and there is none of that patience, none of that caring that had been evident only minutes before. Bonnie’s head whips in his direction and her eyes narrow. “Back to pushing the idea that Davina should go through with this ridiculous ritual so that the witches of New Orleans can once again be powerful.”

“That is not why I want her to do this,” Bonnie shoots back. She is sick of Klaus being paranoid. Sick of him wanting to see the worst in her actions. Sick of him refusing to look at the dying girl in Marcel’s arms as nothing more than a bargaining chip to keep an upper hand on the witches. She knows if Klaus has his way, Davina will continue to struggle in her final days and die with no chance to return. “Stop acting as if you know what goes on inside my head, Klaus.”

Klaus turns on her so that the two are practically toe to toe (someone that is becoming a familiar sight within these walls it seems). “I may not know your exact thoughts, sweetheart, but I know your beginnings. I know your pride when it comes to your magical abilities. You may be here to assist my brother in his wild goose chase but you have admitted that it is under duress. Your loyalties lie with the witches.”

There is a measure of truth mixed in all of his accusations. It has to be unraveled and laid out bare — a hard task to do given that Klaus clearly cannot listen to anything but his own thoughts. “I am loyal to a witch,” she corrects and she looks to Davina. “To her.”

“And that kind of loyalty dictates a slaughter,” Klaus retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The word seems to trigger something in Marcel. “No one is killing her,” he states. He wraps his arms tighter around the frightened young girl. Bonnie wishes that none of this had played out the way it has. She may be fighting against a deadline but hearing the Harvest twisted by Klaus’ flawed logic has only set her intentions back. She shakes her head vigorously, wanting to prove to him (more important to Davina) that Klaus is wrong. Before she can even speak, Marcel moves with the speed his supernatural stature has given him. He is out the front door, swinging it open so violently it embeds in the wall.

Of course, he has taken Davina with him.

Bonnie stands there, her mouth agape, the words she had meant to say to them both still on the tip of her tongue. It takes her a moment for her brain to catch up and for her thoughts to die. She is able to refocus, turning her head to look at Klaus. “Congratulations,” she says. She is beyond angry and it comes out in the clipped tone of her voice. “You just sent Davina off to a very real death with your inability to see beyond yourself.”

Mercifully, Klaus has nothing to say in return.

It starts raining soon after Davina’s disappearance.

The sky turns dark and then opens up. The sound of the rain beating off the roof of the Abattoir is shrill and constant. Bonnie knows it is no coincidence. Davina has just has just released a hell of a lot of energy out into the open — it’s got to manifest itself somehow. She is quick to retreat to her room where Kol still stands.

“I take it this was not the weather forecasted for today,” Kol quips.

Bonnie shakes her head as she reaches for her phone. Sophie picks up on the second ring. “It’s Davina, isn’t it?” This time Bonnie can confirm it is. “Dammit, this is happening faster than I thought it would. She doesn’t have much time, Bonnie.”

“I know,” Bonnie says quietly. “I tried to talk to her but she is surrounded by those who can’t understand or who have their own agenda. She doesn’t know me — and I have given her reason not to trust me.” She sinks down onto the bed, feeling defeated.

Sophie must read that in her voice. “It’s not your fault, Bonnie. You stepped into this game far too late. You can’t be blamed for its outcome.”

Comforting words that fall on deaf ears. She knows that she is hard wired to try anything to save the people she cares about. It has both given her purpose and robbed her of so many things. She is trying to remember that she is just one person and is not capable of doing it all. It is not an easy pill to swallow. “You should prepare for the Harvest,” Bonnie finally says.

There is a pause on the other end of the line.

“You said she wouldn’t agree to it,” Sophie points out.

“No, I said that others are trying to think for her,” Bonnie corrects. “She wants to live, Sophie. I haven’t given up hope yet that she’ll realize there is a way to do it.” Surely in the end, Davina Claire will be allowed to choose her own fate. She pauses and then decides that Sophie needs to know. “Marcel took her — he’s gone and I don’t know where. You know him better than I do…”

“…just barely,” Sophie acknowledges. “He has many faces remember: friend, lover, oppressor of witches…”

“Just…if you can think of anywhere he might take her, let me know. Okay?” Bonnie can’t ask much more than that at this point. She glances up to find Kol watching her intently. “I’ll call when I know more.” She tosses her phone on her bed and then takes a deep breath.

“You think she will go through with it?”

“Faith,” Bonnie says wryly.

He gives her a ghost of the smile. “A mystical witch ritual and an army of the dead trying to break free from the Other Side — my, my you do have your plate full.”

Bonnie closes her eyes, and lets out an exasperated chuckle. “Nah, I got this,” she says though she doesn’t believe her own words. She feels like she is barely holding on to any one thing at the moment. If she is not careful, everything is sure to come crashing down in spectacular fashion.

“Just remember that you are not entirely alone in your endeavors. You have resources, people…use them,” Kol instructs. She gives him a look and he merely smiles. “I do not doubt your abilities, little witch; I am just pointing out that you can hardly be expected to handle all of this on your own.”

Fair enough, she concedes (but only in her head of course). She knows Rebekah wants to help with Marcel and that Elijah will do whatever is necessary to protect his family. Add to that — a witch (or two if Enid’s offer to help is to be believed) and a ghost who doesn’t mind map sitting and you officially have Team No Choice But to Work Together.

(the name is a work in progress, she decides)

The wind picks up and slams the rain against her windows. She looks over her shoulder and then back to Kol. “At this rate, we might be swimming by the morning,” she points out.

There is no time to be wasted.

She is looking for Rebekah but finds Klaus instead. He is in the same room where she had done a little extra curricular research on Elijah’s thought process. There is a glass of alcohol dangling from his hand and she does not know if that is a good sign or a bad. He looks up when she steps in. “If you are here to spout indigent statements in righteous tone spare me,” he says before tossing back his drink.

“I would rather spare myself,” she begins. “Since talking to you about most things is akin to talking to a wall.”

The look he gives her is far from friendly.

Bonnie maintains a safe distance (an illusion given how quickly he can move if he is properly motivated). “I was looking for your sister.” Thus far she as struck out and she has to wonder if Rebekah often wanders off on her own to avoid moments such as this.

“Ah, so you are looking for the most sympathetic of us!” He punctuates his statement with a harsh laugh. “Rebekah always does let her emotions get the better of her.”

Bonnie refrains from pointing out that he should try tapping into more than one emotion at a time. She is on a mission and fighting with him will not allow her to achieve her goal. However, without Rebekah she is on her own and she is trying to embrace Kol’s words. So she takes a deep breath and tries a new tactic with him. “Marcel’s yours. You made him — and somehow he is still alive. That tells me he means something to you,” Bonnie begins.

“He’s useful,” Klaus states.

Bonnie wonders if he will ever be able to admit aloud to anyone that he actually cares. She sees through him easily enough and suspects he knows she does. Still, he clings to the idea that everyone around him is just for show and wholly disposable should the mood strike. “Look, at this rate Marcel is going to be the last thing Davina sees before she dies. I don’t know what that will do to him. He might not be as useful if he exposes the vampire community to the people of New Orleans in his grief. You might want to find him,” she states evenly and then turns her back. She has almost walked through the doorway when he speaks.

“I’ll keep that under advisement.”

She stands in front of the bedside table looking down at the map as if she is expecting it to reveal its secret. She almost feels as if it is laughing at her at the moment — a silly thought considering it is an inanimate object.

“If looks could kill, that thing would have already given up everything,” Kol assures her as he comes to stand next to you. “I commend you for your effort however.”

Bonnie huffs in frustration. “I can’t just stand here knowing that Davina is out there and this thing is about to blow wide open.”

“And what do you propose?” Kol asks as he glances toward the windows. The rain continues to beat against it in sheets. “You swim the streets of New Orleans in search of where Marcel could have hidden the tiny witch?”

Bonnie shoots him a look. Now is not the time for Kol’s unique brand of sarcasm. Instead of dignifying that with an answer, she grabs her coat and slips into it. It will hardly do against the onslaught beyond the walls of the compound — it’s merely for show.

Kol tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. “Not even ten minutes ago we had a discussion about how you cannot just take on everything on your own. I am so glad to see that it sunk through that thick skull of yours.”

“It did,” she assures him as she zippers the jacket. She finds herself wishing it had a hood. “But then I had a lovely conversation with your brother, who proved that he is utterly useless unless it serves his own selfish needs.” After she stuffs her phone in her pocket, she turns to face Kol once again. “I can’t just stand around and wait. I don’t do that very well. You shouldn’t be surprised. After all, you’re the one who noticed a pattern. One little pep talk from someone I don’t like very much is not going to change a behavior that has probably ingrained itself into my DNA. I know someone needs help; so I help them.”

She cannot read the look on Kol’s face. His chin is elevated and he is regarding her through hooded eyes. “One day I sincerely hope that you learn to put yourself first.”

Fat chance.

She is soaked to the bone in under a minute.

The water runs in the streets and pools in the dips and bumps. It is whipped around by the wind, slamming against businesses and homes. What was once a busy lane is nearly empty, save for those rushing for a warm dry place. Some laugh and screech as they dodge and weave while others look worried (they must instinctively know this isn’t right).

Bonnie just walks.

She has no clear destination in mind. She just needs to keep moving, look for any signs as to where Davina is. Her arms are wrapped tightly around herself and she shivers (ghosts might not be able to feel the cold but the anchor can). She blinks to try and keep the rain from flooding her vision. She can barely see two feet in front of her — how is she supposed to look for that all important clue (that needle in a haystack that is threatening to wash away)? Still she doesn’t turn around and head back to the Abattoir.

(she can’t admit defeat)

She dips under the awning of a café, though it does little to protect her already soaked frame. She tells herself she can have a minute (one whole minute) to feel helpless. Then she has to move on – make a list of possible locations, possible people to speak to.

Her phone rings.

She fishes it from her jacket and glances at the ID. Caroline. Funny, she has just been thinking about her friend (in a roundabout way; lists are Caroline’s forte after all). She doesn’t think twice. She answers the call.

“Good,” Caroline chirps. “Had you ignored me, I would have started hunting you down.”

“You wouldn’t even know where to begin,” Bonnie reminds her (though she is both terrified and touched by the thought of Caroline searching for her).

“I’m immortal, remember? I have got nothing but time,” Caroline tells her. “How are you?”

It doesn’t take a genius. “You talked to Jeremy,” Bonnie says.

“Yes,” Caroline answers. “And no.” There is a pause. “I went to Tyler’s earlier today. To return a box of his stuff. You know the usual thing you do after a breakup. I have been trying to persuade Elena to do the same but she is not ready to let go of Damon. I doubt she ever will be…” Another pause. “That is not the point…”

“No, no, I’m sorry I am not there. I know how hard that must have been. Going to see Tyler.” Bonnie leans against the side of the café and closes her eyes. She feels that guilt again and wonders if she will ever be able to escape it. “How did it go?”

“Alright.” Caroline sounds her usual upbeat self and Bonnie finds that she believes her. “I mean, it sucks in a way but it also helps close that chapter. I think…maybe down the road, a long way down the road, Tyler and I might be able to be friends. I’d like that.” There is an intake of breath followed by a loud whoosh. “I saw Jeremy. He was there. He was…drunk.”

Bonnie winces. “Oh God.”

“He told me what happened between the two of you,” Caroline says. “How you’re off God knows where putting your life at risk…”

“I can’t die,” Bonnie reminds her.

“But you can feel pain,” Caroline is quick to point out. “I won’t ask because I know you won’t tell me. I won’t pretend to be okay with that, because I am not. That’s why I waited a few hours to call. Our first conversation, played entirely in my head by the way, did not go like this.”

Bonnie can picture it. It does not go well for her. “Thank you for waiting,” she says truthfully.

“You owe me for that,” Caroline says decisively. Bonnie does not argue. “I just want to know that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Bonnie promises, though she doesn’t think she is fully telling the truth. “I know this isn’t fair to you…”

“It’s not, but that’s not the real issue at hand,” Caroline states. “It’s not fair to you either. You need a break from playing savoir. Hopefully after this, whatever this is, you’ll get it.”

“I am counting on it,” Bonnie confesses. Her head dips and there is heaviness in her chest. “I really am.”

“Good,” Caroline quips. “It means you are thinking of yourself more. Call me — let’s say at least twice a week. Anything less and I am making good on my threat to find you. You know me, Bonnie, I can do it.”

Despite everything she laughs. “You can — and you will. Twice a week, I promise.” She’ll keep that promise too because she hasn’t realized until now just how much she needs to hear Caroline’s voice. “I love you.”

Caroline doesn’t even wait a beat. “I love you too.”

A minute later she is pocketing her phone again. She is no closer to finding Davina but she doesn’t feel as defeated as she did earlier. She takes a deep breath, and steps from underneath the awning. Rain pelts her once more but she pushes forward with her head down. She manages to walk in that fashion for nearly a block before a voice stops her dead in her tracks.

“Oi! Look where you are going before you get yourself struck by a car!”

Bonnie turns to find Rebekah not that far behind her. Her head tilts and she realizes she has almost stepped blindly onto a street.

“Bloody fool,” Rebekah quips and doesn’t even pretend to do so under her breath. She is holding an umbrella, which is moderately more effective than Bonnie’s jacket. She moves so she is standing next to Bonnie. “Lovely evening for a stroll.”

“I am not out for a pleasure walk…”

Rebekah holds up a hand to effectively silence her. “I know,” she begins. “I had a run in with my darling brother. He has brought me up to speed. I am here to tell you that you will not find Marcel wandering the streets in the manner that you are. This city is his home. He knows it better than anyone I wager. He will have hidden himself well.”

Bonnie hates that Rebekah is vocalizing what she already knows. She closes her eyes, her chest rising slowly before it falls again. “So that’s it? We just leave her…”

“You like to jump to conclusions don’t you?” Rebekah makes a face. “Having some intimate knowledge of Marcel, I have a few ideas. However, I am not interested in discussing on a street corner as the water ruins my shoes. Come along.”

Bonnie has no other choice but to follow Rebekah. She moves with purpose and Bonnie finds herself surprised when they land on the doorstep of Rousseau’s. She gives Rebekah a look.

The blonde merely shrugs. “Thinking of this magnitude requires alcohol.” She pushes the door open and disappears inside.

Bonnie’s hand moves to stop the door from slamming in her face. She steps into the bar and is surprised to find it empty save Cami, who looks surprised she has customers. “Hi,” she says suddenly feeling awkward.

“You look like you’ve taken a swim in the Mississippi,” Cami points out. She isn’t long pulled down two glasses and filling it with a dark liquor. “And in desperate need of this.”

“Nik is right…” With that mention, Cami freezes and Bonnie swears her eyes darken. Rebekah doesn’t notice (or doesn’t care). “…you are an excellent read of people.” She takes the glasses and moves towards a booth.

Bonnie is left standing at the bar. She waits a beat and then leans in. “Is Sophie here?”

Cami shakes her head. “She left not long after the rain started. Said it was important. I am holding down the fort until it becomes painfully obvious that everyone is doing the smart thing and staying in for the night.”

Good, Bonnie thinks. Sophie is preparing for the Harvest like she said. She manages a smile for Cami. “Thanks.” Then she moves to sit across from Rebekah. The blonde Original slides a glass in her direction but Bonnie does not reach for it. “You said you had some ideas?”

“Yes,” Rebekah answers. “Marcel…” There is a pause so Rebekah can take a rather large swig of her drink. “We began our doomed romance when he was still human. My brother forbade it of course. Why should I be happy? A reoccurring theme in our long history by the way. Anyway, to avoid detection we would steal away. Find places to be together. Those places no longer look as they once did but I am willing to bet that they still have sentimental value to him.”

“And just…how many secret places did you two lovebirds have?”

“More than we should have. But we were hiding from Nik. He makes things impossibly hard as you know. Hence why we are sitting here, having a drink. I am going do my best to narrow it down.” What follows next is a verbal trip down memory lane. Rebekah names various locations and the bit of romance that goes with it. Some are immediately dismissed while others are put on a short list. When she lists off the location where she and Marcel made love for the first time, Bonnie finally takes her drink. “Perhaps there.”

“It does…seem sentimental,” Bonnie states after empties half the glass.

“Yes,” Rebekah agrees and rises. “We’ll start there.”

Bonnie finishes the rest of her drink and stands. She gets maybe two or three steps before the door opens again. Her eyes narrow on reflex. Klaus. The entirety of their confrontation this evening is quick to playback in her mind. “If you’re here to stop us then save your breath,” Bonnie spits.

He doesn’t acknowledge her words. At least not in the way she has expected. He is soaked to the bone just as she is. Water runs down his face and he doesn’t move beyond the door. “You two better come with me.” There is no hint of malicious glee in his tone (Bonnie is used to that); nor is there anger. He speaks in a matter of fact manner. “Quickly.”

“You’ve found Marcel,” Rebekah deduces.

Klaus gives a nod of his head and Bonnie’s features furrow together in confusion. He sees this. “I did tell you that I would take your advice under advisement. In the end, however, it was not hard to locate him.” He gestures towards the door. “Come along before he gets it in his head to hide again.” Bonnie decides not to question him at the moment. She weaves through the empty tables of Rousseau’s. Rebekah is on her heels. Klaus takes a moment to glance in the direction of Cami. “Be careful when you leave for the night. It is not safe at the moment.”

“Go to hell,” Cami answer decisively.

Klaus presses his lips together and then they exit into the rain.

“You really pissed her off,” Bonnie states but knows that is a story for another day (if it will be even shared at all). “What do you mean, Klaus? When you said it wasn’t hard to find him.”

“You’ll understand soon enough.”

Despite the rain, the entire building is engulfed in flames.

She had seen the smoke, black and curling into the sky, long before she laid eyes on it. Now she stands somewhat dumbstruck even as the sirens grow louder. “Oh my God,” she breathes. Fire — the last element. Not even a few hours have passed since water had filled Davina’s lungs and tried to drown her from within. “They’re not in there are they?” She asked, panicked at the thought.

Rebekah seems equally distressed. Her head is tilted and the orange hue of the fire stains her skin. “We were going to build a home here…” She breathes. “Our safe haven. I should have thought of it first.”

Klaus says nothing of his sister’s reference to the romance he denied her. Instead he focuses on Bonnie’s question. “It won’t die. The fire. That’s how I knew,” he tells her.

“Where are they, Klaus? Where is Marcel?” Rebekah asks and panic seems to have set in.

Klaus is quick to turn their attention to the pair huddled together on the seats of an outdoor café. Both she and Rebekah heave a sigh of relief. “It went quick according to Marcel. One moment they were fine; the next they were surrounded. I helped them and in doing so, I believe I heard the little witch make a decision.” He gives Bonnie a pointed look.

She takes the cue and moves quickly across the street, away from the heat of the fire. Davina is wrapped in Marcel’s arms, her eyes wide as she takes in the destruction she has caused. She shivers, no doubt more from the magic within her than the cold. When she sees Bonnie she shifts, pulling herself into a seat position. Her eyelids flutter for a second and then she looks up at Marcel.

He is staring straight ahead.

Davina takes a deep breath, obviously upset but the current state of her protector. “I almost got him killed, Bonnie,” she whispers quietly. Marcel tenses but she ignores it to push forward. “I meant what I said earlier — I can’t do this anymore. I can’t put anyone else in danger and I can’t ignore the reality of this all.” She frees herself from Marcel’s grasp and stands on shaky legs. “You told me I had a choice and I making it. No more arguments. No more trying to talk me out of it.”

Marcel’s head falls.

“I am ready, Bonnie. For the Harvest.”

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