#ftwd dead in the water

[sailororbiter]

I've decided to use visuals so I can keep the abbreviations. What I'm talking about in order of pic appearance: TWD, FTWD, and FTWD: Dead In The Water.

[chellquin]

I think I should have done Dead in the Water first, but I reckon it's probably okay to watch the other way around.

[noemitenshi]

Excerpt

Nick grimaced, looking heavenwards. He’d hoped talking to Troy, making him aware others could see what he was doing, would get him to stop – but then, what was he thinking. This was Troy. He didn’t give a fuck what others thought.

So Nick took a deep breath, in preparation of having to try and talk that lunatic out of this – he wished he wouldn’t feel like he owed him anything, longed back to the times where he’d despised him. Much simpler times, much easier to deal with. But since that fateful night he’d taken on a sin for his mother he couldn’t help but feel for Troy. Couldn’t help but empathize (god he’d never forget Troy’s tear-stained cheeks, the absolute incomprehension and betrayal on his face – couldn’t stop it from reminding him of his own past).

“What are you doing, Troy?” There was no doubt he didn’t know what Troy was doing, of course, his tone said as much. Troy had to had caught that, too. But that antagonism Nick had felt from their very first meeting on (when Troy had wanted to kill him, experiment on him, so he felt his antagonism was warranted, actually) never left him. Not even when he felt guilt now, too, when thinking of Troy.

However, when he opened his mouth he still had the need to attack Troy, make him feel small – make himself feel bigger. Meaner. Too bothersome to mess with.

And then, well and then there was this feeling that came with it, with using his words just so that it was on the verge of taunting Troy. The feeling of poking the bear. Because he had no illusions about it; Troy was dangerous. Dangerous in his unpredictability (and very willing to kill people as he’d already demonstrated).

And sure, he’d called them friends that night of the boar-hunt though Nick didn’t know whether he’d meant it or was trying to fuck with him. Either way, he’d killed Mike, his best friend, so Nick was most certain he would have no trouble doing the same to Nick if Nick did something unforgivable in Troy’s eyes. And well, who knew what Troy Otto considered unforgivable. Nick didn’t, he had yet to accurately predict Troy’s reactions to his behavior.

And the thrill of it was unparalleled.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Have you Avatar people seen that part of Fear the Walking Dead where Cliff Curtis (Tonowari) rage throws a cinderblock he was using as a weapon to bash in zombie heads at a racist guy taunting and torturing him?

It's to this day one of the funniest things I've ever seen on either of these TV shows.

Also @spicymiilk it's Mickey Milkovich he threw the cinderblock at.

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

2 Of A Kind

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto X Fem Reader

WARNINGS: It's made for FTWD so you should know the basics. +Abuse but not really but you can't know that yet

This is made for THIS anon request!

I don't typically write long fics, but this idea has me needing a whole story so it will be in 2-3 chapters!

It is also un-edited other than by my own tired eyes so things could be wrong... punctuation may be off... who knows but let's just say it was planned chaos and if you find it then good for you and you can get a black star.

Rocks shuffle under the heft of Troy’s boots along the twisting and turning of the back road he somehow stumbled upon. 

It had been just over 2 months since his exodus from the ranch. 

2 months of wondering aimlessly. 

2 months of anger building up, only to fizzle into starvation. Starvation in the physical sense, but Troy had never thought he would ever feel the starvation for being a person again. To have a home, or a need, or someone (anyone) to talk to. He was always a bit of an outcast knowing he hadn’t been anyone’s favorite or even friend once Mike left, if he ever was a friend at all. 

His feet, trembling from the pain he kept pushing through, trembled in his boots. Icy eyes watching the path finally glanced up, squinting in the setting sun as he peered through long eyelashes. A cabin was dead ahead, not even 100 meters away making his heart pound in his chest as he let out a deep, gutteral chuckle. 

Nothing. Nothing is all he had seen for miles upon miles of desert and the occasional tree sparing little to no shade. What a time for his luck to turn around. The cabin seemed free of both the dead and alive as he closed the distance, doing what he could to stealth up to the wooden building. Blood splattered most of the exterior walls, always accompanied by a few bullet holes littering the cabin… but there were no signs of the dead nor the alive. 

With his gun raised, Troy slowly turned to the knob on the back door pushing the wooden plank open with the tip of his boot. He waited a few heartbeats before entering. 

Ther were no sounds. 

No smells.

No signs of life. 

As he entered, Troy sighed. His lips turning into a grin at what he found before him. The place was decrepit but it was clean. He walked over, gun hanging by his side as he looked over the photos still barely hanging on the walls. This place must be from the early 1800’’s at least. 

Checking the cupboards, he came across a few gallons of water hidden in what used to be the pantry. His gun clattered onto the wooden floor at his feet when he rushed to open the jug closest to him. Dying of thirst, Troy savored every drop he swallowed, spilling some in a stream down his chest. Welcoming the cool moisture to his overheating and over exhausted skin. 

The sound of a shotgun pump made his chest fall, freezing in place. Taking the jug from his lips his blue eyes searched beside him before a voice cleared directly behind him. His face was still, unwavering, as he slowly placed the jug back in the cupboard and raised both arms. 

“Kick it to your right,” the voice spoke up. It was a woman’s voice that spoke to him and he could tell by the tone, she wasn’t playing games. So he did as she asked. Troy kicked the gun at his feet to his left, watching as it clamered against the wall. His eyes examined the wall higher where an old copper plate hung. He could clearly see the woman now. 

“I didn’t know anyone was here. I don’t mean to intrude ma’am, I just needed a place to get out of the sun for a little.” Troy kept his head low, peering through his eyelashes when he oh so slowly turned in place. The woman kept her stare but allowed him to do so. 

“I’m not from around here,” Troy thought for a moment before continuing, “I don’t think. I’ve been walking for ever and this is the first place I’ve come across that is still standing.” 

The woman’s grip on the weapon tightens. Her neck stretches to the side before aligning again. Troy notices a long scar, seems to be healed, trailing from one eyebrow down to her jawline where her hair flows in front of. Something about her makes him not feel as uneasy as one should whist being held at gunpoint, so he lowers one hand to test the waters. 

“You can’t stay here.” The woman glares at him as he relaxes a bit. It’s then that Troy notices the scars up one of her arms before his eyes catch the newly formed line of blood across her neck. 

The woman shifts her hands to  move her hair to cover her injury, giving Troy the oportunity to grab the gun in her hands. He had to admit that she pput up a fight, but he was twice her size. She assumed she’d now be the threatened, but Troy simply looked the weapon over, smiling at the way she must have kept it clean and in good working order, before placing it upon the counter behind him. 

Troy turned back to the woman, hands now on her hips as she gives him a questionable glare. 

“I can’t stay here because I’m in danger of you,” Troy straightened his stance eyeing her neck befire meeting her glare once more “or of the person who did that to you?”

Suddenly, the mood shifted. The woman slunk her shoulders back, dipping her chin slightly to grin up at the brunette infront of her. “Both. I can handle myself, mister. And I don’t need any fuck-boy to get in my way when they do come back.” 

Troy was taken aback, quietly chuckling at the spitfire he had unfortunately come across. But he was still who he has always been. Being at the ranch or not didn’t change that. 

As the woman opened the door for him to leave, Troy took a step back. Glancing up at the roof, already half fallen in shambles. And then to the walls, or what there was left of them. He could audibly hear the woman grumble and scoff, the floor boards below her feet creaking with every step she took closer to him until he heard her reach for the shotgun. 

“By the look of that blood dripping down your neck and the scars on your arms, you sure do look like you have everything handled.” Troy’s voice echoed as he stepped into the living area… or what would have been. 

“I’m not saying you can’t handle yourself ma’am,” Troy opens the door to the bedroom, facing a dresser covered will all sorts of knives and daggers cleaned and sharpened. Troy swallowed hard before turning back to the woman standing at the other side of the hall now. “I need help, and you seem to need a little as well. It doesn’t have to be forever, ma’am. Let me get on my feet and keep that man away from you and I’ll be out of your hair.”

His cold blue eyes struck a nerve in the woman. She wanted to shoot him then and there, but then she’d have a bloody mess to clean and she’s already found out how hard it is to get brain matter out of wooden walls. The way he talked, the pain and exhaustion in his eyes though made her release her weapon. 

Her eyes stuck on him as she saw his tension release. 

“It’s not a man… it’s many.” 

Troy’s face contorted at the information, looking at her through a side eyes she closed the gap between them, shutting the bedroom closed with a loud clammer. He was able to see the wound on her neck more clearly however, and the dried blood that stained her knuckles. His heart jumped and cheeks flushed  when she spun against his chest, ushering him back towards the living area.Her hands small but lighting pressing into his back.

She didn’t give anymore information that night, she was quiet but kind. He tried asking questions about the house but to each inquiry all returned was a look of intimidation. 

Troy awoke to the sun shining through the small windowcoverings on the east side of the cabin. Rustling with a groan, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He had forgotten the comfortorts of a home, even though he had only fallen asleep on the torn up sofa. He didn’t feel that uneasy jostling of having to check your surroundings at every moment, he could sit there and take in the comfort… the safety. He then remembered he wasn’t alone. 

As Troy rose to his feet, he waited to hear any sign of the woman but there was nothing. He searched the bathroom and then bedroom, finding nothing but a heap of sheets and a lizard scurrying down the drain. Troy couldn’t help but run his hand down one of the hunting knives displayed on the dresser. He could hear the sound of the blade skimming his calloused skin with a grin. 

Making his way back to the pantry, his face lit up with the joy of once again having clean, uncontaminated water. As he threw open the pantry door, he was left with a single 1/6th of a jug in front of him. Scoffing into the air, Troy took the jug in his grips and slowly drank the remnants turning towards the window above the sink. Removing the plastic from his cracked lips, Troy narrowed his gaze as he caught movement outside the cabin. 

With a creak, door swung open and the woman came prancing in. Both stood in the kitchen, face to face in silence for what seemed like ever before she finally spoke up. 

“So you found the water, eh?” She passed by him with a smug smirks marked on her lips. Bouncing down on the couch and removing her boots, she looked over her shoulder at Troy, still standing silently. “I couldn’t trust you while I was out, sorry but not sorry.” She threw her military grade boots against the wall near the door. 

Troy couldn’t helpthe miniscule smile that grew to the left corner of his lips. He didn’t like this woman, but he didn’t hate her either. He was weirdly amused and proud of the witt she had. It was becoming more clear how she’s continued to survive this long. 

His boots clanked and creaked on the floors as he went to inspect her own, kicking one to the side to get it out of the emergency exit path. “Where did you go? Hunting?” He said with sarcasm looking at her boots caked with sand, dirt, and drips of what he is now figuring out may be blood. 

“Yeah, actually.”

“Come back with anything to eat? Squirrel maybe? Rabbit?” 

“I don’t think you want to eat what I hunt fuck-boy. Unless that suits your fancy, in which case, there’s a while ass feast about a half mile North.” Troy sighed at her little nick name for him, but soon grew more intrigued by her option of hobby. He could hear the snicker she muffled as she got up and headed towards the bathroom.

 Without a thought… he followed.

[angelthefirst1]

Gone 102 - main takeaways.

Besides the connection to Beth being just GONE.

The other MASSIVE takeaway for me in this episode is the symbolic fulfilment of Christ ✝️ being found or returning...

Christ... is that him? ✝️

Michonne nods. Yes...

Rick becomes Beth as the Christ figure. He is part of the CRM or Trinity (God)

If Rick came back with the fulfillment of coming/returning Christ symbolism, then so will Beth they are one and the same in many ways.

The writers seem to be using both of them to portray the first and second comings of Christ.

Beginning to end.

I'm seeing a portrayal of the Old Testament to a degree by showing Rick symbolically as the first coming of Christ who came to die in order to fulfill the law.

The Old Testament (the 10 commandments specifically) is known as the law.

I've gotta say, seeing the symbolism, I'm worried Rick might actually die at some point in order to change the CRM and bring in something new.

More symbolism from the Old Testament...

We see the literal parting of the Dead (Red) Sea 🌊

And Michonne gets knocked off her horse 🐎

The parting of the red (dead) sea is an interesting addition because for those who don't know the story, Moses leads a caravan of Israelites out of Egypt and across the red sea.

Moses used a bostaff. Michonne later lies to the CRM and tells them her weapon of choice was a bostaff.

The Egyptians come after them and get knocked of their horses 🐎 and drown in the red sea. 🌊

Later that night, Michonne talks about knowing a story well and getting knocked off her horse to Bailey and Aidan. What story? The parting of the red sea...

After the Red Sea, the Israelites wander in the desert for 40 years, during which time God talked to Moses through the burning bush and he also gives Moses the 10 commandments to give to the people (also known as the law)

We have seen this Moses symbolism before in season 5 right around the time of Beth being found and then "dying." So I'm SUPER excited to be seeing it again.

When the group gets to Father Gabriel's Church in season 5, we see Carol look at the ten commandments (the law) and Michonne specifically looks at drawings depicting Moses in the river, the burning bush and the Israelites being led by Moses through the desert for 40 years. Rick like Moses was placed in the river (baby Moses was placed in a river), and God (CRM) saved him.

It's during the 40 years Moses gets given the law or commandments.

We also saw the group in season 5 desperate for water depicting the desert wandering.

Now, there was an interview back in season 5 with Andrew Lincoln (which I annoyingly can't find now), and he made a point of saying that the beard and leading the group to Alexandria safe zone (the promised land) made him feel like Moses.

Everything gets a return and we are repeating season 5 as well as season 1 mixed together.

A few more Beth and post Grady related bits...

We see the sisters (a representation of Maggie and Beth) One of whom is labelled as "Jesus Christ" and was "left behind" thought to be dead.

Nat, as a representation of Daryl, is furious as he wanted to go after Beth, after Grady (indicating she got left behind as we've always suspected) but they stopped him.

Maggie (the sister), in season 5, must have played a part in not wanting to risk more people trying to find Beth.

Nat is also a representation of beginning to end ♾️ losing and finding Beth all in this one moment.

The "dead," "left behind" sister, "Jesus Christ," returns and gets the reunion with Nat (Daryl), who is shocked to see her.

Lastly, we saw more hints at Beth's recovery post, Grady.

The group gets bombed, and luckily, there are medical supplies nearby (oxygen, a wink to Maddison from FTWD), and to recover, they stay a long time in one place...

Years have gone by, and Beth will be returning soon, because just like Rick she is (Symbolically) Jesus Christ...

Lastly, really this time...the symbolism for Rick as Christ was also seen in episode 1, we saw Rick pull the King of Hearts ❤️ card in poker, giving him a winning hand of a straight Ace high.

I talked about the poker game being a rework of Beth's "death" in the Grady hallway with Thorne as Dawn in my 101 post.

Christ is also called the King of Kings 🤴 so while they didn't give Rick the cross symbolism like Beth got at Grady. They did use a different symbol, the "King" symbolism to portray the same thing.

❤️🤴❤️♾️❤️🤴❤️

[twdfcrged]

Multi-muse blog for various characters from The Walking Dead franchise; activity varies wildly. Watched: S1-7/8 of TWD, S1 of FTWD. Working on watching the others but plots will mainly take place in the first five seasons until I get caught up. Written by Penny. 18+ required 21+ preferred.

Characters (S1-5 based): Negan, Rick, Daryl and Maggie, others tbd. Feel free to suggest characters via INBOX. I write canon and non canon ships & as of now all characters here are to be considered bisexual.

VIOLENT, DARK & POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING MATERIAL WILL BE PRESENT on this blog due to the nature of the verse and content that is part and parcel with TWD. I will not water down the muses or content but I am happy to tag anything you (politely) lmk you would like tagged.

Personals DNI.

RULES. BIO. HEADCANONS. ISMS. AESTHETICS. STARTER CALLS. MEME CALLS. MEMES. WISHLISTS. IC POSTS. PLAYLISTS. DESIRES.

[lostgirl1428]

WALKING DEAD: DEAD CITY FANS

Lend me your opinions lol

This also turned into an ADHD rant about natural resources some how.

⚠️Tried to be as spoiler free as possible but just in case⚠️

Just woke up to the news that Dead City has been renewed for a second season. I’m both MOTHER FUCKING THRILLED. But also kinda torn. Don’t get me wrong, Negan is ✨daddy✨ ffs I have a life size cardboard cut out of the fucker next to my bed. However, please someone just give this man his happy ending 😭 but also, I’m absolutely fucking thrilled to get the old Negan back. Idk how to feel about this. I don’t want the series dragged out too long. I came to terms it was probably going to be a limited series and I really don’t think we need another spin off like FTWD 😭 but also YES ALL THE NEGAN CONTENT PLEASE. I mean since it’s been renewed I’d personally say max it out 2-3 seasons, I really can’t see it going any further…I mean they did literally TRAP themselves on an island...

—-you can ignore literally the rest of this post unless you wanna hear a wildlife biology major rant about apocalyptic natural resources ——

SPEAKING OF. Natural resources. They MUST be limited as hell in a place like Manhattan. I mean sure, it can be a vast fortress if you can get the entire city under control (borough? Idk I’m from Boston not NY fuck the Yankees…something something ✨sports✨), but as far as Natural resources go you can only get so far with farming in an environment like that.

Let’s say ideal scenario here, they take over all of Manhattan, and build a decent functioning community.

Trips to the mainland would be a necessity, especially in the limitations of game to hunt. So like I mean in theory, I GUESS the plan to take the whole island is great and all but when you run out of food because you can’t even fish since the water around you is infested with floaters…eh 🤷🏻‍♀️. Long term survival they’d either have:

A: Scavenge and hunt on the Mainland, but again even then resources have become more and more scarce as we’ve seen in the main show.

B: Do trade with the mainland communities with their mass supply of methane (which logistically would work best depending on the size of the community but Manhattan aint that small and can potentially hold a large community)

Or

C: Change a decent amount of infrastructure and gather farming resources from the mainland to cultivate their own crops and livestock. And we saw how well crops crew in the concrete Sanctuary….they DID NOT

Unless I’m way off about the geography of Manhattan, idk literally NEVER been.

Idk how this post turned into a rant in natrual resources of the zombie apocalypse but here we are. Happy Momday, it’s 4:30 am and I haven’t taken my Ritalin yet.

[richardgrimes]

i'm watching ftwd dead in the water. maybe an outbreak won't happen on this submarine (an outbreak is about to happen on this submarine)

[taiturner]

Get him off! Get him off of me! He's still alive!

Fear the Walking Dead: DEAD IN THE WATER

[clexnation]

[sailororbiter]

Along with my daily YouTube posts. I've decided to also do a personal project where I watch The Walking Dead in the universe's chronological order. So, I already watched TWD S1 E1, FTWD S1 E1, and FTWD: Dead in The Water. I am currently so excited to be doing this, and I'll be tweeting about what I thought about each episode. TWD S1 E1 I still feel had a great first episode. The graphics were very 2010 and I loved every second of it. FTWD S1 E1 came out in 2015, but I feel like the technology they were using was appropriate for the parallel of when TWD was happening along side it. FTWD: Dead In The Water had me putting my hands in front of my face. I was so anxious watching it go down. The ending of that Webisode has me excited because even though I watched the main season, that was a whole new set of information for me.

[chellquin]

I've decided to watch the Walking Dead franchise in chronological order, because I'm a sad bugger lol, according to Screenrant.com this is the correct order although I feel like there should be more. Does anyone know about the webisodes?

Fear the Walking Dead season 1 (edit ** watch 1 - 3), 

FTWD Flight 462,

Fear the Walking Dead season 1 (edit ** watch 4 - 6),

FTWD: Dead in the Water (having watched it after flight 462, I think it probably makes more sense here?)

FTWD season 2, 

FTWD: Passage,

FTWD season 3, 

The Walking Dead season 1, 

TWD: Torn Apart,

TWD season 2, 

TWD: Cold Storage,

TWD season 3, 

TWD: The Oath,

TWD season 4-7, 

TWD: Red Machete,

TWD season 8, 

FTWD season 4-5, 

TWD season 9, episodes 1-5, 

FTWD season 6-7, 

Tales of the Walking Dead, 

TWD: World Beyond, 

TWD season 9, episodes 6-16, 

FTWD season 8, 

TWD season 10-11,

TWD: Dead City, 

TWD: Daryl Dixon,

TWD: Rick and Michonne.

[dailyfeartwdgifs]

Alicia’s alternate way of getting high | s03e05

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Have you noticed that Across the Spider-Verse stuff keeps popping up with Spider Socorro or similar tags, even if the content has nothing to do with Avatar? Am I the only one getting a little annoyed by this? I mean, I like that movie as much as the next gal, but I really dislike cluttered tags, so to speak. Do you have any opinions on this?

I have noticed that! Is is certainly annoying, but it tends to happen a ton with really similar tags like that :/ it's really bothersome but hard to avoid. I really try to keep my tags as separate as possible because I know it bothers me, but not everyone does, or maybe they click the wrong thing when it pops up, or they just get confused. With a character name like Spider, it's gonna happen lol.

Reminds me of the Fear the Walking Dead fandom when the show first premiered, and how even as a fan of The 100 (at the time, fuck that mess) and clexa, I was suuuper pissed at how every single post was just about Alycia Debnam Carey, Lexa, clexa, or just The 100 in general. I think someone was writing a long clexa fic about them finding each other and falling in love in the zombie apocalypse and tagging it and I was like gET OUT OF THE TAG, MY GOD, I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE EPISODE. It's infuriating, but what can you do.

[afro-hispwriter]

ALICIA CLARK X FEM DIXON READER

After Ricks disappearance (twd) and Fixing the plane era(ftwd)

F/I- first initial

Warnings- language, implied smut

a/n- i wrote this a long time ago, its been posted on on wattpad for a while so i decided to post it on here… Enjoy!

Rick was gone, things were falling apart. Your dad, Daryl left the communities to join search parties all the way until he was the last one searching. Michonne and you wanted to keep looking but her pregnancy was to far along, and you basically took care of her and Judith. The atmosphere feels familiar just like when Carl died, you and him were best friends, you supported him in every one of this decisions even helped him get with Enid.

But this felt worse.

The person who has made sure everybody survives is dead. The man who was a mentor to you, the man who saved your father in countless occasions is dead. Morgan left almost 2 years ago and nobody heard from him. You knew Rick and him were close, he helped Rick when he came out of hospital. He deserves to know what happened and you will make sure of it.

-

"I want to go out and see the world for myself and I want to find Morgan." You said at dinner to Michonne and surprisingly who joined your dad.

"Excuse me what, you want to leave a whole state and travel to Texas just to see the world and find Morgan and for what?" Asked Michonne raising an eyebrow. Your dad sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I agree kid. Why?" He asked looking at you.

"Ok first I'm pretty sure I'm 18, I'm supposed to be enrolling for college planning out my life, seeing what else is out there. I can take of myself of the time I have been surging in this world I can make it I'm sure if it. And second all of us know how much Rick meant to Morgan, I can go to Texas and tell him what happened maybe he will even come back even if it's for a little bit." You said enthusiastically. The adults shook their heads taking in the information.

"I'll think about it." Said your dad and Michonne nodded going back to eating.

"There's gotta be another reason you wanna leave." Said Daryl as you walked to your home.

"I already said why Dad." You said looking ahead

"No, you didn't I know ma own kid." He said stopping and he grabbed your arm so you would stop as well making you roll your eyes.

"I hate the atmosphere that is going on, it's like when Carl died but worse and I hate it. I just need to go, I need fresh air Dad, i need to see whats out there maybe even help people." You said throwing your arms in the air looking up at the sky. Daryl smiled, you would always talk about helping people when you were just 4 years old. But now that the apocalypse happened he never thought he'd actually have to let you be on your own anytime soon, maybe it was time.

"Alrigh I'll talk to Michonne tomorrow, I'll get ya that trip." He said and you smiled before pulling him into a big hug.

"Thank you father." You said and he chuckled.

-

"Ok y/n, ya have a high range walkie(i know those don't exist for very long distances)for when you get farther and farther away from ere and you have food to last a month or so and water for a week or two. And gas in the car to last Ya couple miles at least to get out of Virginia. A map, a gun with 2 rounds, and please try to put notes or something out there to tell me your alive, please I don't want to go out lookin for ya. Cant loose you kid." Said your dad who it was clear was very nervous on letting you leave.

"I'll be fine dad, I have been taught from the best of the best." You said and then you saw his eyes water.

"No, no dad don't cry because then I will. We have to be strong i promise I'll be fine. We agreed on 2 months if I'm gone more than that or if you don't hear from me when those months come to an end you come looking for me." You said holding back the tears.

"I know kid, I know it's just ya growin to fast." He said looking at you.

"Fuck it come ere kid." He said and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back hard, soaking up his affection, which definitely doesn't come everyday. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'll be fine dad ok, I'll be back." You said and backed up, everybody stood around and you waved before looking at Michonne and pointed at her belly.

"I better be godmother when I come back." You said smiling

"Yes ma'am." She said with a smile on her face. You got in the car and turned it on, you had some doubts on leaving but knew this has to happen. Your dad came to the window and leaned on it and you took in a breathe.

"Please don't loose yourself, if you have to stop stop. Don't leave the people who care about you." You told your dad and he sighed knowing exactly what you meant by that. He was looking for Rick so much it was taking him away from you. Daryl stepped back and you smiled at everybody and waved.

"I'll be back in 2 months I promise." You announced and they all smiled, you put the car in drive and drove off watching the gates close behind you.

"Y/n can you hear me." Your dad said over the walkie and you grabbed it.

"Yeah dad I can hear you."

-

You got to Tennessee right before the car stopped. You sighed and looked around to see if there was anything a car or a store. You grabbed the walkie and took in a breathe, please work, you thought.

"Dad can you hear me?" You asked and heard static then his voice.

"Ya I can, ya alright?" He asked

"Ya I'm fine, I'm in Tennessee but I think that soon probably a couple more miles you won't be able to hear me so im starting with the notes." You said and held back tears.

"Alright I love ya." You heard him sniffile before the walkie went out.

"I love you to dad." You said and out the walkie away and grabbed the pack. You opened the pack and grabbed the note book and pen. You wrote, STILL ALIVE- F/I, and looked for a place to put it. After an hour you found a gas station and put the note on the counter under a rock.

"Dad not sure if you can hear me but, if you do come for me I'm leaving notes in stores." You put the walkie back and grabbed your knife and stabbed a walker that came for you.

-

Almost 13 days (that's what google said). 13 days and nights of running and hiding from herds. Avoiding people, some you had to kill. Your feet hurt even after taking a days break in Arkansas but you finally have reached Texas. Not knowing where Morgan is you decided to use the walkie every few miles in. You looked at the map and Texas was huge, it could take a few weeks to find him, if he is even alive. But you needed a break so you needed to find somewhere safe. You found a house that looked safe enough so you cleared it, only 3 walkers where in it.

You set up a fire and out a can of beans over the fire. You grabbed the map and decided where you should head to next.

(A/n- I read that season 5 of fear is filmed in New Braunfels, Texas and its near Austin soon)

Austin, Texas, in school in Alexandria the teacher said Austin is pretty popular. Morgan could be there so that's where you would start. You took a 2 days rest and even found a lake to bathe in, after getting supplies you made your way to Austin. You left a note at the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and left another at store the another. There was a hotel a little father form the house and out another there.

After a day or so you were closer to Austin and decided it's time to try with the Walkie.

"Morgan, it's Y/n I'm in Texas, I don't know if your alive but I'm here." You said and put the walkie away after no answer. You walked for what seemed hours when you saw the Austin sight and grabbed the walkie.

"Morgan I'm in Austin." You said into the walkie and decided to start trying different channels as you repeated the question though each. You tried the last channel and was about to put it away when you heard voices and your heart sped up.

"Morgan?" You asked and kept moving the circle to hear it more clearly.

"John, June you there." Someone said, it was a deep voice and noticed it was Morgan's voice.

"Morgan, Morgan, it Y/n Dixon from Alexandria, please hear me." You said pleading to yourself.

"Y/n wha-." He started. "What are you doing out here so far, where are you?" He asked.

"Umm I'm by the Welcome to Austin sign. Where are you maybe I can find you." You said and out down to the ground pulling the map out."

"I have two people close to you y/n, don't be alarmed their names are John and June." He said and you sighed.

"Ok." You said wearily.

"John, June did you hear that." Asked Morgan and a female bodice came through.

"We hear you Morgan, on our way Y/n." A man said.

"Hang tight y/n." Said Morgan and you sat back. You grabbed a paper and pen and wrote. FOUND MORGAN. You sat there for a while when a car approached and stopped next to you, you raised you knife reading to attack of nesassary. The window went down and the man and woman out there hands up.

"Hold on hold on young lady I'm John and this is June, we come to get you." John said and you hesitated.

"We won't hurt you i promise." June said. You nodded and grabbed your stuff and opened the car. You sat down and watched John and June's every move.

"So where did you come from?" Asked John and you sighed.

"Long story." You breathed out a laugh and they smiled.

"Guess we will know about it after you meet Al." Said June and you cocked your head to the side.

"Who's Al?" You asked wearily.

"She was journalist before and she interviews everybody on their stories." Said John and you nodded.

-

"Morgan, who is y/n?" Asked Alicia as she and Luciana approached him.

"She's comes from Virginia and Alexandria like me, she's around your age Alicia." Said Morgan smiling and Alicia rolled her eyes.

-

The car came to a stop out some gates and they opened. The car pulled in and people crowded around. John and June got out and your door opened revealing Morgan. You got out of the car and hugged him before pulling away to look over all the people. It was a whole bunch of little kids then a whole bunch of adults.

You looked around and your eyes fell on a very pretty girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes where on you but they seemed defensive like yours at the moment. You felt uncomfortable and Morgan said to clear a path so you could sit down.

-

"I have been walking for almost 20 days, Car broke down when I reached Tennessee." You said to Al and she smiled. Everybody else was sitting around eating dinner as they heard your story how you arrived here.

"You have any family, back in Virginia?" She asked and you nodded.

"I have my dad, and more people who became my family, we have lost some but they will never be replaced." You said.

"Lover?" She asked and you shook your head no.

"Nope pretty much a virgin." You said and they all laughed.

Alicia started at you slowly relaxing that you were not a threat, all of them did.

"Why did you come here?" Asked Al and you sighed.

"I was 12 when the world started, I'm like 18 now. I'm supposed to be enrolling into college now, planning out my life going to go see what's out there. The apocalypse may have happened but I still want that chance. And Morgan I need to tell you something, privately." You said and he looked at you concerned. He gave Al a look and she shut the camera off then got the film. He stood up and you followed, he stopped just a few feet from everybody and waited for you to speak.

"Ricks gone." You said. "Gone not dead, just gone it's like he disappeared." You said looking down, thinking about that day.

"Wha- what how, what happened." He asked.

"Bridge explosion, he saved everybody." You said and Morgan nodded then you heard someone clear their throat.

"I'm sorry Morgan." Said June, you looked at him confused.

"I told them about Virginia, they how me and Rick go back." He said and you nodded.

"They haven't the body?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No, my dad, he has been looking out there by the bridge everyday, Michonne is pregnant with Ricks kid and she's about to give birth so she can't look anymore. And I was practically taking care of Judith so I couldn't either. And others have their own thing." You said and Morgan nodded again before walking off. You sighed and and smiled at the group.

"Anything else you guys want to know about me?" You asked and Al came forward.

"I want to know about the king and the tiger." Said Al and you nodded walking back to the fire.

-

You told everybody what you needed to know. Your guard was down long ago, you kept sneaking glances at the girl who's name is Alicia and she looked back at you as well. You got ready for bed when you were approached by Alicia.

"We never had a formal introduction, I'm Alicia Clark." She said holding her hand out and you shook it.

"Y/n Dixon."

You talked the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You learned about her family, all the things she has been through and you shared hers. She told you about her boyfriends and you felt a pang of jealousy, 'Gosh y/n you don't even know this girl,' you told your self. You fell asleep after an hour and Alicia put a blanket over you and whispered goodnight and left. You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and got up. You looked in the mirror and braided your hair into two. You went outside and the people started building some type of plane. You approached Alicia as she was talking through a microphone looking at parts. She saw you approach and she smiled, you then looked up and saw a plane.

"Hey what's with the plane, didn't see that last night?" You asked Lucianna as you approached her, she smiled and sighed.

"A few weeks ago we were on a plane and we crashed landed a few miles from here, we actually came from here at first so we came back. Those kids they left biters out there tied up to keep us away, because it's not safe. We gained their trust and we are building this plane so we can get out of this place." She said sun you nodded you looked over the people and your eyes fell on him.

"Dwight?" You said sternly and he looked at you eyes widening.

"Mini Dixon, what are you doing out here?" He asked and you glared at him grabbing your knife when you felt a hang go to it, you saw Morgan shaking his head to stand down.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were dead?" You asked him.

"I'm lookin for Sherry, my wife, not trying to cause any trouble." He said and raised his good arm as a surrender. You nodded and stood down every body who watched went back to what they were doing. Alicia came in-front of you with a concerned look.

"So what's your story with him?" She asked

"He served the man who killed two people of my family and kept my father in a cage keeping him like an animal." You said looking at her with hard eyes.

You lended you knowledge on fixing things with the plane. It's clear they were grateful on your help, you fixed the engine to the best of your ability.

"Y/n want to come with me to a ware house, we need more parts." Said Alicia and you nodded. You made your way down and smiled at her.

-

Small Alicia POV

Gosh she is so beautiful. I met her yesterday and I feel like I have known her since forever. Call me crazy but I'm starting to get feelings for her already.

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Regular POV

The butterflies in your stomach were almost painful when you were near Alicia. She was gorgeous, you felt like you could tell her everything and you almost have from Atlanta to now. You grabbed your backpack, emptying it out of anything that was worth leaving just encase. You took your knives and gun and left to find Alicia. She was waiting outside a car and got in when she saw you. You sat in the drivers seat and looked to see if anybody else was going, luckily no one was there.

"Anybody else going?" You asked and she shook her head.

"Do you have a problem with it, because I can get someone to come with us may-." She started but you shook your head no.

"I have no problem at all." You said and winked making her cheeks flush red. She drove to the warehouse and she told you the parts to look out for as well as food. You took out two walkers with your knives and looked back to see Alicia looking at you with awe.

"Never taken out biters with knives really." She said chuckling. You looked down and saw a metal pole that was sharpened at the edges.

"Well I mean that pole is badass, where did you get it, might need to get myself one." You asked.

"A water park." She said smiling and you nodded.

"Alright tell you what I teach you how to fight with knifes and we stay a little longer to find a pole similar to yours. Deal?" you asked holding your hand out. She thought for a second and took your hand and shook it.

"Ok come here stand in-front of me." You said as two walkers approached you both. She stood infront of you and you handed her your knives, you stood close to her.

"Now, you going to want to dodge them, go in between them. Remember you have to use strength to kill them just cant push it in. I'll be here just encase." You said. The walkers go closer and Alicia tightened her grip on the knives.

"Go you said." And she ducked as they swung at her, you backed up out of reach then one by one they were both put out.

"That was great, remember you gotta faster and if you have someone behind you, let's say as kid you have to push them back, maybe use you leg or arm. Even an adult if they don't notice you have to act quick." You said and she nodded cleaning the knives.

"Thanks I'll definitely use that, after I find knives." She said.

"If you can get a hunting knife there much stronger and lighter." You said and she nodded. You found a majority of the parts needed and headed back to the car.

"I found this." She said and handed you a metal pole with holes in it. You grabbed it and smiled at you, you got one of your knives and it's holster and handed it to her.

"Thank you Alicia, as a true thanks here's one of my knives, work with one just for now you will go better I just know of it." You said and she smiled brightly.

"Thank you, now let's get back and we can sharpen the edge." She said and started the car.

You kissed her cheek and pulled back getting a red face. You looked at her though the corner of your eye and saw her face was red.

-

When you arrived back to the truck stop, she helped sharpen the metal pole. You and her had a flirty thing going on for the rest of the month until you started feeling sexual tension start to arise. The stares would last long as well as lingering touches, she thought you how to use the pole and you taught her knives. Everybody shared their knowledge with you and you did with them.

The plane was just about finished when you realized if they finish the plane you may loose them, loose her.

"So, where do you guys plan on going after getting the rest of your group?" You asked Alicia as she ate dinner, sitting on the ground.

"Not sure, definitely leave this area." She said and you nodded seeing how bad the area is, you sat down next to her and she offered some of her dinner but you waved it off.

"Maybe fly to Virginia." She said lowly and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"I'm just playing can't risk another crash, especially where the girl I likes home is." She said and looked at you. Your face went red and the butterflies in your stomach, she grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to hers.

"Y/n Dixon I like you a lot, it's ok if you don't but-." She said but you silenced her with a kiss. She pulled you in harder making you moan, she set her dinner down and you pushed her on the ground, straddling her. You looked up and saw there were people still around so you pulled away.

"Want to take me to your tent?" You asked and she nodded, you got off her and held your hand out which she gladly took. She led you to her tent opening it and pulled you inside. You slid your shirt off and she did the same.

She looked at yours left arm and stomach and noticed a beautiful tattoos.

(This but all around the forearm)

(Something like that)

"Didn't know you had tattoos." She said and scratched her head.

"Oh yeah... do they bother you?" You asked.

"No no they are actually really hot." She said making you blush. You walked over to her and pushed her onto the makeshift bed.

"Wait crap I've never had sex with-." She started and you kissed her.

"It's ok, I'll teach you." You said and she looked at you confused.

"After Carl died, his girlfriend, Enid, and me got close and we ended up in bed together. It was just one night didn't mean anything." You said and stroked her hair.

"Didn't say that in the interview." She said and leaned back letting you crawl on top of her.

"Some things are just not to be meant to be said." You said and winked at her. You went down and captured her lips, she raised her hands and caressed your sides. You laid down on her putting your weight on her body making her moan.

"Just relax let me do the work." You said and trailed down her stomach.

a/n- once ftwd season 6 comes to hulu I’ll be able to continue my part 2