#get ex back in Alexandria

[panditlaxminarayan]

If you're yearning to get your ex back in Alexandria, astrological methods can offer you hope. By consulting with an experienced astrologer, you can explore the cosmic influences that led to the separation and uncover remedies to attract positive energy. Astrological methods can guide you in understanding the dynamics of your relationship and provide insights into the best timing and techniques to reconnect with your ex. With astrology as your ally, you can increase your chances of rekindling the lost love and creating a harmonious future together in Alexandria.

[sydwritess]

Groupchats with Y/n Pt. 3

F1 grid x fem!reader

Summary: texts in the F1 group chat with y/n

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

Y/n

Y'all OMG did you hear Brad Pittsburgh house got broken into 😱

Max's best friend

Yes, so sad.

Y/n

No, it's not

Max's best friend

Y/n.... have some compassion

Y/n

Suck it Mercedes

Bearman #1

Did you guys get the bill from last night? I want to pay you back.

Charlie

Well shit

Lanlikesfish

Uh.....

Max's best friend

Fuck

Y/n

Bill..?

Bearman #1

Yeah, the dinner bill... from last night. We had a group dinner with all the drivers and some others

Maxine ✨️

Stupid move mate

Y/n

Oh... I bet it was nice. How fun 🙂

Lanlikesfish

Really... stupid.

Y/n

DON'T CALL OLLIE STUPID. HE DID NOTHING WRONG YOU PRICKS.

Bearman #1

Thanks y/n

Y/n

❤️❤️

Pastry🥐

It was kind of a.... team thing.

Y/n

Oh really? But Kelly went?

Maxine✨️

Are you okay?

Y/n

Just fine 🙂

Maxine✨️

Okay

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GC without y/n:

Ollie

Do you think she's mad?

George

She's mad.

Lando

Big time

Charles

I told you guys to fucking invite her and you didn't listen! Of course she'd be fucking mad!

Lando

Sorry

Lewis

I agree with Charles. She deserved to come. Driver or not. I mean... sorry to say, but Kelly came. It would have only been fair.

Kimi

What happened if you don't mind me asking

Charles

Yesterday was the anniversary of her that terrible car crash she was in a few years back.

Yuki

Car crash?

Lewis

Yeah. Her ex and her were in the car on the highway. Her ex was mad at her (for literally nothing), and he was driving so fast around a turn that they tumbled. Rolling over multiple times. He got away with a couple of scars while she was passed out in the car. It took a couple of days for her to wake...

Kimi

Wow, so he just... left her there?

Charles

Yes. Unfortunately. He was a pretty selfish boy. Left her there to die, basically. He went to jail, though, for attempted murder.

Ollie

Wow, that's unbelievable

Lando

Lol. Boy. Not man. I get that one

Max

Look. I feel bad but why is she blaming Kelly?

Alex

Well I mean Oscar did say it was a team thing. Kelly really isn't a part of the team. She just watches the races. Sometimes

Max

But still, she's my wife.

Alex

But y/n does a lot to. She supports all of the teams, she photographs them, she sponsors them, she is part of the team

Max

Whatever I have to go

George

Alex isn't wrong...

Carlos

Me and Becky can take her out tonight... we're going to the new Italian place in monaco.

Lewis

Maybe I can talk to her.

Oscar

She probably knows we're talking behind her back already with this gc.

Charles

How?

Oscar

She legit just texted me saying 'I know you have a separate gc to talk about me'

Lando

Haha. She's smart.

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GC with y/n:

Charlie

So... have you guys seem that big boat in the town Harbour? In monaco. It's nice.

Lanlikesfish

Yeahh I want to steal it 😈

Carlos

What the hell?

Alexandria

Y/n, between our next race I'm doing a cooking video, do you want to join?

Max's best friend

That sounds fun

Kimi Kardashian

Can I join?

Alexandria

Sure kimi.

Lanlikesfish

Y/n?

Pastry 🥐

Is she even in here anymore?

Yuki

Dude

Pastry 🥐

You're the ones who upset her. Not me.

Riccardio

I think y/n needs to play some golf with me. It's fun.

Lanlikesfish

Take your retired ass to the nursing home 😂

Y/n

That sounds fun Alex thanks

Alex

For sure 😊

Maxine ✨️

Anyway....

Y/n

Daniel. Of course I'll play golf with you. And maybe we can invite Max so I can drive him around with the golf cart and crash him into a tree:)

Maxine ✨️

What?

Roscoe's dad

Not funny y/n

Y/n

Hm? I didn't say anything funny

Max's best friend

This is all fine and all but CAN YOU PLEASE CHANGE MY NAME

Y/n

Here's a word you prob never heard ✨️no✨️

Y/n changed Maxine ✨️ to I love George sm

I love George sm

Hey what the fuck!

Max's best friend

HAHAHAHAHA

Lanlikesfish

HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Y/n

ANYWAY who wants to go golfing with the best (aka me)

Lanlikesfish

ME ME ME ME ME ME

I love George sm

Not me.

Y/n

Good cuz you weren't invited

I love George sm

whatever

Y/n

L - L - Loser..... Have fun, red bull.

Roscoe's dad

Y/n... maybe we should be politer

Y/n

I'm happy the way I am. I don't want to mature - Lando Norris

Lanlikesfish

YES QUEEN

Carlos 🌶

SLAYYYYYY

Y/n

Here's me showing you I'm the best

Lanlikesfish

??

Y/n

🏑.............................................. ⛳️

Hole in one. Mate.

Riccardio

Y/n that's like a hockey puck thing

Y/n

I DONT HAVE THAT GOLB CLUB EMOJI DONT COME AFTER ME ✋️✋️✋️✋️✋️

Y/n changed Lanlikesfish to Sir Lando the great

Sir Lando the great

YESSS, I officially made it on the nice list!!

Carlos 🌶

Don't change my name, please. I like the Chile pepper. It reminds me of how ✨️spicy✨️ I am.

Y/n

Hahahahahaha oh my god 😂

Max's best friend

PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU TO CHANGE MY NAME.

Y/n

..........................................................................✨️no✨️

Kimi Kardashian

Guys why is it so hot out?

Y/n

Where?

Kimi Kardashian

Australia

Y/n

Oop. You better watch out for the godzilla spiders they have there.

Kimi Kardashian

No...

Y/n

OH YEAH... bigger than your hand probably

Max's best friend

Y/n please don't scare my teammate.

Y/n

He's okay. I'm sure someone will be there for him

Max's best friend

Oh, lord.

Hey loves! Pt. 3 is here! Got some slight events going on! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!

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@mimisweetz @latay7

[letdevabe]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆Ashes and wildflowers ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing: Daryl dixon x reader

Summary: You’re a lone survivor — ex-nurse, guarded and self-sufficient — who reluctantly agrees to stay in Alexandria after a run-in with Rick’s group. You keep your distance, especially from the crossbow-wielding tracker who seems to orbit your presence without ever stepping too close. Then a supply run with Daryl change everything

Setting: Alexandria Safe-Zone, post-epidemic timeline (S6–S7 vibe)

Tw: Injury, fever, emotional vulnerability

୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ-୨ৎ

You never meant to stay.

You told them as much when Rick found you on the road — clothes torn, a stitched wound on your ribs, eyes hollow. He offered a place in Alexandria. You said no. Then you saw the place. Kids everywhere, who looks joyful, it really looked like the old world. And something in your chest pulled tight.

“I’ll stay a few days,” you’d muttered.

That was two months ago.

⸻

You don’t talk much. You never needed to.

But you watch.

You see Carol carrying too much weight in her silence. You see Rick’s eyes never stop scanning, even when he’s holding his daughter. And you see Daryl always on the edge, always ready to bolt, but he never does.

Especially not when you’re near.

He doesn’t speak to you, not at first. He just starts appearing near wherever you go. Fixing something when you’re in the garden. Sharpening his bolts when you’re hanging laundry. Dropping little things by your door: a clean cloth, dried berries, a book missing its cover.

You never ask why.

But the first time you clean a cut on his hand and say nothing, just hand him a bit of jerky in return, he looks at you like he understands you in a way no one else ever has.

⸻

Then comes the supply run.

It’s just supposed to be a two-person job. You and Daryl. Quick in and out — a medical outpost near the old high school.

Things go wrong.

You’re crossing a broken floorboard when the wood gives out and something jagged drives straight into your thigh. You scream — more out of shock than pain. But Daryl’s there in seconds.

“Shit, hold still.”

Blood everywhere. Your hands shaking. The wood still inside you.

“Don’t—pull it—yet,” you gasp, already dizzy. “Could be arterial—”

He surprises you by listening. He doesn’t panic. Just lifts you gently, careful not to jostle the leg.

“I got you,” he murmurs, jaw tight.

⸻

The ride back is a blur.

You drift in and out — fever coming on fast. The wound gets worse. Infected. The wood must’ve been dirty. You barely remember when Carol starts taking care of you, or when Rick checks in and says something like, “She’s strong. She’ll pull through.”

But mostly… you remember him.

You wake in flashes.

Once, to the sound of Daryl whispering something — soft and raw — to Judith, who toddles in and curls up near your bed.

Another time, to the feeling of his rough fingers brushing your forehead, checking your fever.

And again, to his voice: “You ain’t dyin’. Not like this. You hear me?”

⸻

Your fever lasts a full week.

Seven days of nothing but dreams and ghost-voices and heat.

When you finally wake fully, it’s night. The room is dim. Quiet. You try to sit up — groan in pain.

“Don’t.”

His voice. Always rough. Always softest when it’s for you.

Daryl’s there in the chair, elbows on his knees, looking like he hasn’t slept in days.

“You stayed?” you rasp.

He meets your gaze, and for once, doesn’t look away.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Your chest tightens. Not from pain this time.

⸻

Over the next few days, Carol helps you change the bandages. Judith brings you little flowers — most are weeds, but you keep every single one in a jar by the window.

Rick stops by too. “You’ve got people now,” he says with a quiet smile. “Even if you don’t know what to do with that yet.”

You look toward the porch, where Daryl leans against the rail, eyes scanning the treeline.

“I’m figuring it out,” you whisper.

⸻

It’s not until your strength starts returning that you ask him.

“Why’d you stay? All that time?”

Daryl shrugs. “Couldn’t leave you.”

You watch him. He fidgets with the strap of his crossbow. Won’t look at you. But there’s something tender in his voice, buried under years of scars.

“You didn’t owe me anything,” you say.

“I know.”

A long pause.

“But I wanted to.”

⸻

That night, when you walk out to join him on the porch, he glances over — surprised — as you sit beside him and lean your head on his shoulder.

He doesn’t speak.

But his hand slowly finds yours in the dark, rough fingers wrapping around your palm like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And just like that, you start to believe maybe wildflowers really can grow in the ashes.

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[twd-bee3]

At Midnight

Summary: You wake up from a nightmare, and Daryl immediately soothes you. This is a softer side of him that is reserved for you.

Warnings/Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, female reader (she/her), season seven, no use of y/n

Word count: 677 words

A/N: The prompt for this piece was created by @dixondisease. This was supposed to be posted yesterday for her account's anniversy, but I forgot. Even though I haven't posted any on this account, I love writing nightmare comfort fics!! I have written quite a few for many different characters. They were my favorite stories when I started reading fanfiction, which was about ten years ago. Anyway, enjoy a lighter piece <3.

You two had been sleeping peacefully when Daryl felt you start to shift beside him. You were whimpering softly and mumbling things that he couldn't quite understand. Your distress was obvious, and he woke up immediately. He pulled you closer and gently stroked your hair. You were shaking, and he could feel your damp skin.

“Shhh, you're okay. I got you, baby.”

Instinctively, you leaned into his touch, but your body was still tense. You were struggling to wake up, and Daryl could tell that you were deep in a nightmare. In an attempt to coax you out of that state, he kissed the top of your head and kept whispering.

“You're safe. It's just a dream, sweetheart. Wake up for me.”

You let out another small whine before your eyelids fluttered open, and you looked at Daryl. You'd started crying at some point, and you were still in a daze. For a moment, you glanced around your shared room as if you weren't sure where you were. You still weren't talking.

“It's okay, baby. We're in our home in Alexandria. You're here with me and I ain't lettin' nothin' happen to you.”

After a moment, you nodded and spoke softly. You were much more subdued than usual, and you still seemed a bit anxious. “Sorry. It felt like I was back there again.”

“I know, sweet girl. I know. You ain't there, though. You ain't never goin' back.

As he spoke, one hand was still stroking your hair, and the other had started rubbing gentle circles on your back. You'd had nightmares before, so he knew how to handle them. It never failed to make his chest ache, though. His girl was so fiery, and it was heartbreaking to see the fear in your eyes when you got like this.

You leaned into his touch and nodded slowly. The anxiety was still present, but Daryl's gentle care definitely lessened it. You always felt loved when he treated you like this - like you were something precious.

“I'm okay. Nothin' is gonna happen to me.”

Seeing that you were starting to calm down, he smiled softly and nodded back. “Exactly. I'm stayin' here with you and I ain't goin' nowhere.”

The panic had passed, and the wave of shame hit you. Even though Daryl always reassured you and had his own demons, you felt guilty. Your ex used to always complain that you were “too much”. You hadn't been with him in years, but his words had stuck with you.

“I'm sorry that you have to deal with me when I get like this. I should be over it by now.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You ain't gotta apologize for nothin'.”

Wanting to soothe you further, Daryl leaned closer and pressed soft kisses on various parts of your face. It always made you giggle when he did this, and tonight was no different. Your soft laughter filled the room, and it only encouraged him more.

You were squirming around, but it was obvious that you weren't making any real effort to get away from him. “Stop gettin' me. You're actin' like a crazy person.”

“Just for you, baby. Only for you.”

He'd stopped peppering your face with kisses, and you melted into his warm touch. You were still exhausted, and it would only be a matter of time before you were out again. Your eyelids were already feeling heavy.

Daryl could see the sleepy expression on your face, and he continued gently rubbing your back. His voice was always gruff, but it was much softer around his girl. He lay you back on his chest and made sure you were settled.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I ain't want you bitchin' 'bout bein' tired when you're on watch tomorrow.”

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you snuggled against his chest and gently kissed the underside of his jaw. You would've come up with a smartass response, but your body felt heavy with fatigue. Instead, you mumbled softly and closed your eyes.

“Thank you for bein' here with me.”

“Always.”

[staravyz]

︖﹖ㅤㅤRandom Oddly Specific HCs

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❕️ㅤclick 4rules—4masterlist

ㅤㅤ🔭ㅤㅤ—ㅤ(dr. stone) ishigami senkuu x reader

ㅤ﹑tags ... x reader/headcanons/super ranom/odd/lowk procrastinating everything else so pls take this/platonic or romantic/may make a continuation... maybe/short

ㅤ౨ৎㅤ—ㅤa/n﹕where did everyone in the dr stone fandom go.... it's so quiet and lonely and i feel embarrassed being like one of the only x reader writers left........😰😰😣😣😣

dates are usually never planned, senku just coincidentally accidentally surprisingly leads you to the arcade or a restaurant while you're on a walk together

study dates feel like a tutoring lesson except the tutor (senku) is a college level professor

OR he's rambling and info dumping while you sit and look pretty 👅

he's actually allergic to verbally apologizing yeah

type of person to bring you apology fruit if he knows he actually messed up

if not, he's gonna be stubborn and dismiss the situation entirely so he isn't distracted by something irrelevant

went through a multilingualism phase and randomly knows how to speak decently in foreign languages because he studied how some of them work (if you're multilingual, he definitely studied yours (also this is self projection because i'm a linguistics nerd))

probably dreams about numbers idk

walked around the playground when he was a kid memorizing his times tables up to 24 instead of socializing (me too)

has complex math techniques he made up that actually work

has 16 different emails

always has gum in his backpack

abacus warrior

made his own cypher for fun one time

watches scientists do experiments on youtube or minecraft while he eats

would be one of those build a boat engineers on roblox

a fan of thrill and the feeling of adrenaline

will go on amusement park rides with you and joke about loose screws and the probability of dying (he's lying)

i think it's canon he's a freak.

over a hundred items in his amazon wishlist

"is it legal to ____" several times in his search history

has a poster of the periodic table on his wall

pulls up with a thick winter coat on the first day of autumn i'm joking

enjoys sunsets

probably really wants a 3d printer or he already has one

not financially aware at all

clarifies with you that if he ever upsets you, just tell him straight up, it's troublesome to keep quiet about your problems

his brain multitasks. that's canon from how he counted the seconds for 3700 years. meaning, he probably listened to gossip all the time in school

"and after i literally told her about our whole argument, she hooked up with him the next day."

*gasp* "no way..."

"yeah, and she had the AUDACITY to keep calling and texting me acting like she didn't just seduce my now-ex-boyfriend." from a conversation two girls were having across the classroom.

you poked senku and whispered, "senku, senku! did you hear tha—?"

"shhh—shut up, they might notice us."

remembers every little thing about you and pretends not to

likes to play dumb around you because you make him comfortable. will shrug at "senku, what's 7 times 9?"

and because you make him laugh

lowk cannot lock in on school because of his side projects and scientific hustles

boxes of books under his bed and in his closet

cereal, then milk like a normal person

likes to travel but then takes like 3 good pictures (foreshadowing for a fic i'm working on)

takes random part-time jobs

partly because byakuya gets mad at him for spending too much money sometimes

partly because he wants the experience

#overachiever

heavily hc that he wrote a few books of important information in the stone world, like making a stone world library of alexandria

was saliva conscious in the old world

yeah idk what else to add i'll get back to writing my actual projects and requests.....😣

©️ staravyzㅤ(¬_¬") do not steal, translate, or repost.

[escapisms-posts]

⋆ꕥ˚｡⋆ 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⋆ꕥ˚｡⋆

Rick Grimes loves calling you sweet southern nicknames, ex- peach, sweetheart, honey, darling, love, and love bug when he’s being playful. 

Rick loves keeping his eyes on you, watching you get dressed and undressed, sneaking sweet glances as you're working in Alexandria. Or when you’re making food for the house. He sits and soaks up your beauty. No matter what you’re doing. 

Rick adores watching you take care of Judith. Putting her to bed and feeding her breakfast in the morning. He thinks of one day adding a new member to the family with you. Nothing warms his heart more than seeing his two girls bonding together.

Most days, Rick is up before you, starting his day before the sun. Somedays, though, he’ll sleep in, and when you try to get up, he’ll pull you back into bed with him. Nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, holding you by the waist. Breathing in your scent. All he wants to do is lie like this forever. 

Every few weeks, Rick has you sit in his lap and trim his beard. He holds you by your waist, adoring your features, while you focus on making sure you clean his face. 

After long days, Rick loves sitting, taking watch on the walls. You’ll sit up there with him watching the sun set. Eyeing a few walkers tripping around, birds flying into the sun. He rests his head on your shoulders, sighing heavily. Relaxing his body. His warm body creates a serene environment, giving yourself to him.

When he goes on runs, he picks up cute trinkets he thinks you’ll like. Clothes he wants to see you in. And any other things you might like, or things that remind him of you.

Rick hates it when any man flirts with you, even innocently. It makes him jealous when other men make you laugh. He’ll interrupt your conversation, arguing that ‘He needs you for something.’ Just to get you away from them.

Rick does not let you go on runs often. There's no point in arguing; he’ll always prioritize your safety first. He can’t stand the thought of losing you when he’s already lost enough.  

Rick loves holding you in his arms, exploring your body. He knows all your spots. Every part that makes you squirm and queasy. He loves teasing you until you're completely flustered. Unable to speak without stuttering. 

Rick is a thigh guy. All he wants to do is bury his face in your thighs. He’s into thighjobs. That's the only place he wants to be.

When the kids are all in bed, you and Rick will play CDs and slow dance to them. Just holding each other close and swaying to the music. As if the world wasn’t ending all around you, you find getting lost in each other's bodies to be the best way to end the night.

One inside joke you guys have been planning a family vacation pre-apocalypse. Talking about all the places you want to visit, arguing about a schedule that will never be. Even the thought of a romantic getaway for your honeymoon.

He loves pulling you by the waist for kisses, on your forehead, lips, and cheeks.

[deansapplepie]

The Spitting Image | Part 1

Summary: Years passed since last time you saw your ex-boyfriend and father of your son. Fate decided the perfect moment for you to reconnect was after the end of the world.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! Reader

Warnings: swearing, threatening, someone is punched, mentions of violence, mentions of doing harm to children (none of the characters, it’s just a thought), walkers, mentions of injuries, a little angsty. Minors do not interact. (If I forgot anything let me know)

Word Count: 4,419

A/N: It was supposed to be a one shot, but it was getting too big and I wasn’t in the middle of it, so I’ll make a mini series of it.

The reader’s son is 17 yo, so if you don’t feel comfortable reading something self insert having a kid this age, it’s up to you.

Here I’m supposing Daryl is in the beginning of his 40s when they get to Alexandria to make sense the age of his son.

Also, I have no idea how are the laws in the U.S.A. To register your children, so if it’s not possible to register a kid with the name of the father without the father, let’s pretend in this universe it is.

Series Masterlist Part 2

Main Masterlist

It had been days that you were out there with Aaron and Eric, you had found a possible group to invite to Alexandria. While you and Aaron was observing them from afar in the road, Eric was in a nearby city waiting for you.

That group seemed like a good group, they took care of each other and shared. They also had a kid and a baby, it needed to mean something. As a mom, you could clearly identify with their struggles and want to protect every kid you came by, unless it was a psychopath kid that wanted to kill you and your son, then… you had no empathy.

United and righteous people were exactly the kind of people you needed for Alexandria. It seemed as they were hungry and thirsty you had some supplies you could give them to help. Hiding on the trees you could only observe them using binoculars as you needed to remain far from them because of safety. You had never zoomed to observe them this much before, but there was something intriguing you and you didn’t voice it to Aaron yet. He was one of your best friends back in Alexandria, but you had to make sure.

There were a guy, all wearing black. He had a sleeveless black shirt that showed his toned arms, he seemed to be tall and had really broad shoulders and a relatively long hair. He carried a crossbow, and even though he was as tired and week as everyone else, he tried to not let it show. You only knew a person like this, but it had been so long since you last saw him that you thought this was your mind playing games with you. You were so young back then, you changed so much… he probably did too, probably you even crossed paths before the world ended and you didn’t recognized each other. But you had to make sure it wasn’t him so just your mind would relax and you could control your anxiety.

That’s why you were zooming the binoculars to the maximum and focusing solely on him, expecting him to look to a side so you could clearly see his face. He did, and when he did your heart stopped for some milliseconds and you thought all the air was drawn from your lungs. “Holly shit!” Was the only thing you were able to say, so glad now you could openly curse, because there wasn’t any child around.

“What’s it?” Aaron asked curiously and you passed him the binoculars unable to say anything. He looked at it, zooming out and couldn’t see anything extraordinary. “I don’t see anything. What did you see?”

You rested your back on the trunk of the tree that you were both sitting on its branch. You tried to breath in and out, just like your therapist had recommended you when you started to treat you’re anxiety.

“Y/N, what happened?” Aaron asked again turning his attention to you and holding your hand, which you accepted gratefully.

“I… I think my ex is in this group.” Oh my God. You were freaking out! It wasn’t as if you had ended bad, well it depends on the point of view, but seeing him after all this years, after all that happened, after…

“You think?” Aaron asked one more time, if it was your ex why you sounded like you were not completely sure.

“Yes, it was a long time ago. We were barely adults, so we changed a lot, but I’m 98% sure the archer is him.” You said continuing your exercise and taking your canteen with shaking hands to drink some water.

“Oh… let me check him out and see if you have good taste in men.”

“Aaron!” You protested the most silently you could. “Well, you may surprise a little when you see him, he is…”

“… DJ’s father! Holly crap!” He looked at you as if he had seen a ghost as the man looked exactly like the teenager boy he knew back in Alexandria, of course the man was way older than the boy. “Do you have an uterus or a copy machine in your belly?”

“Ok, if even you can see it’s totally him.” You said and you didn’t know if you were relieved or anxious, probably both at the same time.

“Ok, so… is he a good person to take with us?” He had to ask, even though you were good friends, you never talked much about him, it seemed to hurt you a lot, so he never pushed.

“Yes, of course. Don’t think I’d have named my child after him if he wasn’t.” You answered. It wasn’t his fault or yours, you just had to blame people like your parents that thought they were better than everyone else. “It’s just that it has been so long after last time we saw each other, I’m just nervous to meet him again.”

You tried approaching them by letting water and food as a gift for them on the road, but they just rejected everything, they were suspicious, they probably went through a lot of shit. You don’t blame them, you’d react the same if it was you. A heavy storm caught you by surprise, you needed to find shelter and protect yourselves. Once you saw the group entered a barn, you decided to go back to your RV and wait the next day or the storm pass before approaching them more directly this time.

The next morning the weather had improved, so you left again to where they were. At distance you saw two women near to the location of the barn, you approached them and presented yourselves and minutes later both of you were on your knees, hands behind your heads and an angry man in front of you. But before the said angry man could do anything or ask anything, the archer came from the shadows and your name left his lips. “Y/N”

“Daryl.” You replied a smile on your face, you wanted to keep a more straight face don’t be so pathetic about how you were happy to see him there alive, older and hotter, but you couldn’t, because it had always been like that, you’d see him and you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You’d open the biggest smile at him and would have your heart racing with excitement and anxiety.

“Do you know each other?” The angry man asked Daryl, but you replied. You couldn’t hold your tongue, you were anxious and when it was like that, you’d say even what you weren’t meant to say.

“We dated.” You answered, also you knew that Daryl would die of shyness if he had to say you dated or anything like this. That’s if deep inside him he was still that boy.

The man you came to know the name was Rick Grimes shot you a look that said ‘I wasn’t talking to you.’ and then looked back at Daryl in hopes he would confirm it or not. “Yeah, it’s true.”

“If she’s his ex, she’s no good. We should better don’t believe them.” You saw a ginger man with a big mustache speaking.

“Listen here, Obelix. You better not bad mouth me again or I’ll beat you so hard your mustache is going to end on your ass!” You were normally sweet and polite, but you’d never let anyone judge you, or anyone that you loved, especially this person that doesn’t even know you.

“Definitely related to Daryl.” An asian man said and couldn’t contain a small laugh, even in the state the group was.

Daryl had a smirk on his face and you couldn’t read what it meant. The Rick guy didn’t took it easy on you just because Daryl knew you, he argument people could change and he wasn’t wrong. Most of the time he hold the conversation with Aaron and you were glad about it, Aaron was better at this than you were, even though you could bring a sense of comfort most of the times when you approached women or groups with children, this wasn’t a situation where Aaron actually needed you. Unless they decided to kill both of you or something else, then you’d have to play the last card you could with them and that could only be used with them, because of Daryl. You’d need to use your son to convince them to let you go, and you’d hate to do such thing. Using your son to blackmail someone was never something you’d like to do.

You remembered the day you first had the courage to talk to him, you had always thought he was cute and cool, but you never had the courage. Until a day your “friends” excluded you and you didn’t even got to know why. You were 16 and they were so immature to do such thing, so yeah, it was their loss you thought. That’s what you tried to say and convince yourself you were better without them.

At lunch time having no table to sit, you went straight to his table, that was it, your opportunity to get to know him. “Can I have a sit here?” You asked in front of him.

“ ‘m not the owner of the chair.” He said, eyes on his plate. “But ya won’t want to be seen with me sweetheart.”

“Thanks.” You put your tray on the table and took the chair in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

“Daryl. We already know each other. We had a subject together. Once.” He remembered! You were ecstatic, of course you’d remember him, you developed a huge crush on him since you had to pair up, but you didn’t expect him to remember you. You didn’t think you were as cool as the other girls to be remembered. “Ya still have time to maintain the integrity of yer reputation and leave.”

“I have no reputation to save, my friends simply decided I’m not cool anymore, so… fuck them, gonna make whatever I want.” He snorted, he never thought he’d live to see you cuss. You never looked like one to do so. “What’s funny?”

“Thought you never cussed.”

“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me Dixon.” You replied and from this time you started to pass more and more time together, starting a strange friendship that was the commonest thing for both of you, but people outside loved to judge.

Most of the time they were discussing, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. It was as if you did, he’d disappear into thin air. In the end Rick sent a group to your RV to confirm if you were telling the truth and threatened killing you if they took too long to comeback. After they came back, Rick agreed to go to Alexandria but they would drive and you should tell them where it was, and then started again another drama.

“How are we supposed to trust you? Maybe you got another group and a radio and you’re going to attack our place. We have children and elders, we can’t risk.” You tried to reason with him, even though you knew you were in a small number and you’d never win this ‘battle’.

“Don’t you trust Daryl?” Rick threw this card. Really?

“How am I supposed to when you didn’t believe me and he did nothing to tell you were wrong and I could be trusted?” He knew you were right, not even for a second you thought Daryl wasn’t the same, but you had a point and even he knew it.

In the end you had no option but give in to their requests. You took them to the nearest city so you could take Eric too and while fighting against walkers he got his ankle hurt. Not longer after you got back to the road and in direction of Alexandria. While going there you tried to make some small talk with them, but most were not very open to it.

“What’s her name?” You asked Daryl that had a beautiful baby in his arms.

“ ‘s Judith.” He answered, he looked at her with such adoration. It was adorable to see such a big and rustic man being so tender with a baby in his arms.

“She’s so pretty.” You always wanted a baby girl, but of course you were more than happy with your baby boy. It was just a silly girl dream to have a daughter so you can play doll with them. “Can I hold her a little? There’s a long time I don’t get to hold a baby.”

Despite the common silent agreement of the group to not trust you just yet, he trusted you and was sure you’d do nothing against his ‘lil ass kicker’. So he let you have her a little in your arms and she continued to sleep peacefully. Carl observed you with the eyes of a hawk, ready to end you if you did anything wrong against his little sister, but you didn’t.

“Is your family with ya?” Daryl drawled by your side while you were mesmerized by little Jude. He wanted to know if your asshole of dad was still around and also your mom, but he couldn’t ask it like this, he didn’t know how your relation with them were after everything, he didn’t want to offend you.

“It’s just me and my son, but he’s not this cute anymore and I no longer can carry him in my arms like that.” You replied, wishing he’d have curiosity about DJ, but also afraid of where this curiosity could take you in this moment.

“What’s his name?” He asked trying to be polite, but deep down it hurt him that you had another lover and had a child, he couldn’t control this, but it was painful anyway.

“DJ.” You simply said, god you didn’t want to reveal at this moment your baby was Daryl Dixon Junior. Before he could ask the name and not the nickname, you threw another question at him. “Did you get any of my letters?”

He was taken aback. You tried to keep contact with him. You tried to reach him out. “Did ya send me letters? I… Ididn’t know. I left with Merle shortly after what happened. Probably old man got them.”

By his surprise you believed he really didn’t know. He never read the letters. He never ignored you or pretended your son didn’t exist. Deep down, you knew he’d never do that, but you never could confirm it, because you never got to see him again. Until now.

A little after Carl took Judith from your arms, you already had enough. He couldn’t let you more than you were supposed to with the baby. While your mind wandered to the past, Daryl’s were a turmoil trying to decipher what could be the name of your son, since you gave no detail.

The day prior he had warned you ‘wear sneakers tomorrow, you asked why and he just repeated what he said before. So you did. There was almost a year since your friendship with Daryl Dixon started and at that moment, he was your best friend. Sometimes he’d stay with you studying in the library or just hanging out around the city. You trusted him.

Next day, you arrived at school and found him next to an old blue truck. “What’s that?”

“A car.” He answered the obvious.

“I know dumbass! But where did you get it?” You asked curiously, he had never gone to school in one.

“I borrowed it from Merle without telling him.” Which means he stole his own brother, at least for some hours. “I’m returning it later, probably won’t even know about it. He’s knocked out in his bedroom.”

“Ok, if he catch us, I’m telling it was all you.” You played with him, but you knew Merle would never catch you, at least not before Daryl arrived at home with it.

“It actually was.” He shrugged. “Also, no way he’d believe a sweet thing like you helped me in any of that.” You instantly blushed, it wasn’t always that Daryl would throw sweet words or compliments at you, so every time you’d not fail and blush. “Did ya wear sneakers?”

“Yep.” You put one foot in front of you to show your sneakers.

“Pink? Really?” He teased you, he knew for sure you’d wear at least one thing pink and you were always wearing sandals or any other more delicate shoes.

“I don’t have many sneakers, so… yeah.” You retracted your foot to stand close to the other again.

As soon as the bell rang you entered the school and went to your classes. In the end of the day, you got together at the parking lot ready to spend your day together. “Where are we going?” You asked curiously.

“Get in the car and you’ll see.” He replied going to the driver’s side.

“Ok, Dar. I’ll let you be all mysterious while I die out of curiosity.” You dramatically entered the truck and took the passenger sit.

You drove for some time and even got outside the city. You knew he was familiarized with the forest, he told you he’d hunt, but you never thought he’d bring you someday near it. “You know I know shit about hunting, don’t you?” You asked while the car stopped close to a small trail.

“Yep, dun worry. I didn’t bring ya here to go hunting. It’s something else, wanna show you a place.” He slightly touched your hand reassuring you and you could swear it sent a delicious tingling sensation all over your body.

He got out of the truck, took a bag in the truck bed and waited for you so you could start the trail. There was 5 minutes you were walking when you tripped and almost fell down, leading to the boy to hold your hand until you arrived at your final destination.

It was a waterfall, a beautiful one, with a small lake. The water was a beautiful green surrounded by big rocks. You got all excited with the sight and gave your biggest smile to him, which made his heart flutter and stole a small smile from him.

You took your sneakers off and both of you sat on a rock where you could put your feet in the cold refreshing water. There was the shadow of a tree that made it bearable to be outside there in the warm weather. You loved how Daryl was relaxed and just enjoying the place and your company, you could talk a lot or talk nothing and it would be perfect for him.

You don’t know what made you do that, but the moment just felt perfect to speak your mind to him, actually speak with your heart. “I like you, Daryl.”

“Yeah, we’re friends of course ya do.” It was obvious if you didn’t you wouldn’t be around.

“No, I like you in the way I’ve been crushing on you for years and just now I have the courage to say, yay…” you said, trying to be a little funny so the moment wouldn’t be so embarrassing, but it would be already too embarrassing if he just rejected you at that moment.

He looked at you impressed and thinking how you could like him for so long if everybody in the school, no, in the damn city thought he was a sore loser and a scumbag. “Are ya sure?” He double checked, just in case.

“I wouldn’t put myself in this embarrassing situation with risk of you rejecting me and losing your friendship if I didn’t.” You turned to look at him and were struck by his deep blue eyes that seemed to see your soul every time you looked into it. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I’ll…”

Before you could finish your apologetic sentence, his lips crashed on yours and his hand held yours one more time, and that was the first of many kisses you’d come to share in the following years.

You woke up startled, the RV came to a stop. You were finally at the gates of Alexandria, you and Aaron got off first and the rest of the group followed you and once the gates were open you could see that at the same time they were cautious they were also impressed with the place. You entered the gate and Deanna came to welcome the new people. Aaron took Eric to the infirmary and before you could excuse yourself and go home take a good bath and spend some quality time with your child, you saw the tall teenager in his 17s running in your direction. You suddenly worried, he would see him. Both of them would see each other. You smiled at your baby boy that wasn’t a baby anymore, and he hugged you tightly even taking you from the ground. He had became so tall in the last years that it was funny to see the difference of his height to his mom’s.

Daryl was frozen in place, when he saw the young man running in your direction it was as if he could see his younger self in the past, but he wasn’t hallucinating or anything like that, because that boy that looked so much like him had also many features from you. The group looked surprised at the boy, probably thinking the same thing Aaron thought when he landed his eyes at Daryl. A million thoughts ran on the hunter’s mind, this kid just could be his… he had too because no way someone could look so much like the other and don’t be blood related, especially being the son of your youth lover.

“How are you baby?” You asked cupping DJ’s face with your hand and checking his face to see if he was healthy and well.

“I’m ok mom, are you good?” He asked back observing you, he had always been such a good observer.

“We need to talk…” you started to say but couldn’t finish because the boy’s eyes landed on Daryl some meters behind looking at both of you.

DJ knew, you told him before how he looked so much like his dad. So he knew when he looked strictly to an older version of him. He put you aside and walked strong steps on Daryl’s direction, you yelled his name but he just ignored you and before you could stop him, he punched his father right on his jaw.

“DJ! No!” You put yourself between both of them.

“No? Mom! He never cared about us and now he just shows here like this? He ignored all the letters you sent and the pictures of me, and…” he bursted the feelings trapped on his chest all those years. He had the perfect speech on his mind, he elaborated it for years just to end his father and make him ashamed of what he did, but now he didn’t even say half of it and the rest stayed stuck in his throat unable to come out as tears accumulated in his blue eyes.

“It’s ok. I probably deserve it.” Daryl said from behind.

“Honey, it’s not like this. We don’t solve anything like this. You don’t know the whole story.” You rested your hands on your son’s shoulders.

“You mean the edited version of how he never cared about us, or looked for us? I know you never told me everything, I’m not stupid. And I also know men are bastards that don’t care about discarding pregnant women!” Shit. Shit. Shit. Things were getting out of control the boy was causing a scene.

“Listen to me, Daryl Dixon Junior! I’m your mother and I’d never name you after your father if he was this kind of bastard!” You firmly told him, there were so many years that you didn’t call him by his whole name that he knew he would be in trouble if he didn’t obey you at that moment. “Now, apologize, go home and wait for me.”

“Fine.” The young man said teeth greeted. “I’m sorry for punching you because you’re an asshole.” With that he turned around and left before you could lecture him one more time in front of everyone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Daryl asked. Obviously not talking about the past, it was clear to him that you tried in the past.

“I wouldn’t dare use my son to bring you to safety. I know you’d come if I said, and your group… I know this kind of bond, you’re family. I didn’t want to be selfish and make all of you come because I used DJ to convince you. I wanted you to come because you wanted, because you trusted what Aaron and I were offering.”

He couldn’t understand well about it, he wasn’t a father till some minutes ago… even though he wished he was one long before, the kid really had a personality, reminding him a lot about himself and even about Merle. But he could try to understand, to listen to you and if he stopped to think, it didn’t made a difference if you told before or now, he would still have the same feeling of anxiety, excitement and lost, lost for all the years and everything that he lost not being around his son.

“I’m sorry you had to discover like that.” You apologized even though you knew in no way it would be less shocking for him. “We have a lot to talk, the three of us… of course, if you want to.”

“Yeah, we need to talk. I wanna know everything and I wanna know him, if ya allow me and if he wants.” He was quick to answer. God, how could you even give him a choice? He had to do it.

“Great. So… I’m gonna let you finish solving things with Deanna, when you are free, come to my house. It’s the one with the magenta pink doormat.” You give some steps backwards, eyes still on him.

“Pink, hugh…” he knew everything with you needed to have a little of pink and for sure with the end of the world you could not afford pink acessories, at least you’d make sure that one thing in your life was.

“Yes…” you almost murmured. “I’ll see you later.”

“See ya…” he replied. Wanna be added to my tag list? Let me know. (Please tell me if you want to be tagged on everything or just specific series)

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more angst with daryl yelling at or arguing with fem reader for literally anything, ( ex. talking his ear off, being overly clingy, kissing him to much ) like him being so overwhelmed with everything going on in the world that he thinks she’s the problem he’s so angry and stressed out thinking this relationship thing isn’t for him but soon realizes she’s not after she begins crying and tells him she’ll stop doing whatever he was yelling at her for😋 ending with him being very apologetic and holding her and crying saying stuff like “ i dun deserve you “ “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry..” and she holds him and tell him it’s okay😁

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↝a/n: went a little off request but I kinda like this. Thank you for requesting-- sorry for it taking me ages. I'm not really used to writing for Daryl.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

↝ Warning: twd, zombies, sprained ankle, grumpy Daryl, sad reader, not proofread, low-key rushed even if it's been half done for months

↝⎙ 8.30.23

You weren't sure how or when you got separated from Daryl on your little trip, but you did.

A herd of walkers came out of nowhere. Sure you mind wasn't really clear, but you should've heard them. Just like now, you couldn't wrap you head around why you didn't. Your thoughts were solemnly on why. So much so that you didn't hear the one coming up behind you.

As soon as you felt a grip on your arm, you swung around, expecting 2 things. A walker or Daryl. The snarling and nipping towards you had any relief or hope disappearing in the wind.

Grunting, you pushed it off of you, reaching to grip your knife. Your foot moved the wrong way and a jolt of pain went through it and up your leg.

As soon as you had the knife gripped comfortably, a twig snapped behind you and more snarling blended in.

Turning with the walker held by its shoulder, you quickly plunged the knife into its rotten skull, pushing the limp body into the one that was slowly moving towards you.

Quickly glancing down at your hurt foot, you put more weight onto the other one. Although the pain was excruciating, so would be getting eaten alive.

The walker swayed when the body came in contact, but continued as the body fell down onto the ground. You waited until it came to you instead of putting extra strain on the foot, and plunged the knife into its head. It fell with a thud, as you fell onto your ass, taking your shoe off to see your foot. It was already bruising, a slight hue and swelling was beginning around your ankle. The side foot was angled slightly down, as if you rolled your ankle. Straightening it, you silently cursed.

Hearing something walking up behind you, you quickly turned your head, gripped your knife. Your hand loosened when Daryl came stumbling over leaves and twigs. He acknowledged you, stopping for a second before continuing to walk towards you. He stood in front of you, looking at the two bodies in front of you and back to you. By now, you had put your shoe back on, hiding what was causing you so much pain.

"Wha're you doin'?"

"Sitting down."

He stared at you for a second or two, before flinging his crossbow over his should and putting a hand out. "C'mon. Don't have time for this."

It was getting dark and you were supposed to be back at Alexandria before nightfall. And here you were going to show up empty handed with a rolled ankle and frowns on your face. Well, it was normal for Daryl but they'd know as soon as you walked in with a sour expression that the run didn't go as planned. You were supposed to go out hunting and bring plenty back, to feed the hungry mouth of the old and children.

Preparing yourself, you tried not to physically let him know the pain that shot through your body when you landed.

The last thing you needed was him lecturing you about being more careful. He was already protective of you as is, and with him being extra grumpy, it wouldn't end well.

Arguments weren't not normal. When you two would argue about something, he'd just grunt (mostly when you make a good point) and walk off. When he had cooled down, he'd come back but he'd give you the silent treatment, but still give you attention at the same time. He holds grudges for a very, very long time. Maybe with you it's not as bad, but that's only because he cant stay mad at you forever.

"Keeping that from me was stupid."

"You weren't really in the best mood. You would've just went on and on, I don't really need your lecturing right now."

He grunting, pulled you closer to his body, his hand holding your arm over his shoulder as he helped you limp through the woods.

Hearing more rustling, Daryl stopped walking, turning in the direction the sound came from. Without a second thought, he leaned you against the nearest tree and grabbed his cross bow, aiming all within a few seconds.

The tree didn't seem to be a good choice when you went to lean more of your weight on it and a big piece of the bark fell off, making a loud sound in the quiet trees.

The arrow flew through the air and missed just slightly as the beautiful deer went galloping away from you.

"Damn it!" Daryl threw his hands up, not even looking back at you. He was probably going to say something he'd regret. It wasn't your fault, the tree was atleast 100 years old. Life was just being a bitch today.

Still not looking at you, he moved to grip your arm again, and continued to make your way back home.

It was silent most of the way. An awkward silence, if you will.

A little after what you guessed was 8, Daryl had stopped to fix up a little camp.

The cold nipped at your skin, making you shudder. Daryl saw, but didn't feel like acknowledge anything but his own thoughts.

You hand slipped into his, "I'm sor-"

"Forget it." He took his hand back, picking up a twig from the ground.

You stared at him.

Was he being for real? Choosing to bite your tongue, you simply stared at the fire.

After a moment, you braced yourself for the struggle to stand. "I gotta piss." Maybe that was TMI but you didn't care at this point. If he was going to be cold to you, you could be just as cold.

He grunted, fiddling with the twig in his hand.

Secretly rolling your eyes, you turned to limp your way behind a tree.

"Jesus-fuck!" Could it possibly get any worse? Was the world out to get you right now? It sure felt like it.

Making your way behind a big tree, you didn't see the hole in the ground, mostly because it was dark.

"Y/n?" Leaves crunched under Daryl's boots as he rushed to follow you. Hearing something fall and your curses had his heart drop, his feet led him right to you.

You sat just like you did earlier. You looked done at this point.

You were walking out of these woods with a broken leg if mother nature had anything to say in the matter.

"Be careful." He crouched, just looking at you. You looked back at him, tears burning behind your eyes. "Why're you bein' so clumsy?"

That was a stupid question. A loaded one at that.

You were being a little distracted by your own thoughts today, but he didn't have to be all rude and point it out. Alexandria has been in a bad spot and the pressure to bring food was laying on your chest like an anvil. You were going to come home empty handed. You couldn't stand the picture of disappoinment on the kids faces you'd be met with.

The tears finally fell.

Daryl saw them shine in the dark. His brows furrowed.

"Hey, don't cry."

Sucking in a deep breath, you looked up into the leaves. "You're not really in a good spot to tell me not to cry."

Maybe he was being a little hard on you.

Daryl reached forward, grabbing your hands to help you up. But you were stubborn. He'd argue with anyone that you were more stubborn than him.

You yanked your hands back, digging into the ground behind you and lifting up. When you lifted your body up enough, he wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you up the rest of the way, ignoring your protests. After he stood you up, you two just stared at each other. It seemed the two of you have done more staring than talking all throughout this trip. There was this tension ever since you walked out of the gate. Maybe it was the fear of letting everyone down. Either way, you two were being too much and not enough at the same time.

"I didn't mean to make you cry." He rasped, his eyes softening.

If Merle were to see him now, he'd definitely call him a 'pussy'. Daryl will admit you've made him soft since you've been together. Or maybe he'd blame that on Judith and RJ. Either way, he had become soft and let you see parts of him he'd promised his teen self he'd never let anyone see. But things have changed. He truly would never purposely make you shed a tear.

"I know." You grumbled, emotions all out of wack. "Today has just been too much."

Before long, you were back at the camp, Daryl's arms around you and his pancho wrapped around you body, fighting against the cold of the night.

" 'm sorry"

Looking up at you, you couldn't help the playful smile making its way onto your face. "You've already apologized."

"Half-assed. Could've lost you today."

The world was in chaos - walkers roaming the streets, scarcity of resources, and constant fear. The stress was taking its toll on everyone's mental health, including Daryl's. It seemed like he was becoming more irritable and short-tempered with each passing day. But he'd still find time to let you know he loved you. When he'd walk out mid argument, he'd always come back, crawling into bed.

It would always be you two. Against everyone and everything. Always.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." And he meant it, every word. He always would.

"I'm sorry too. My head hasn't been clear these last few days."

He nodded in agreement and understanding.

It will be better tomorrow.

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[dixons-sunshine]

hi I just wanted to start with I really love your writing its just so good. I do have a request and if your not interested its okay it is angst but with a possible happy ending.

so its a daryl x reader where before the apocalypse r and daryl were together and they ended things right before everything went to shit and then when the group gets to Alexandria r is there and she has kid/s (maybe twins?? boy and girl??) so turns out r found out she was pregnant right when everything started happening so daryl didn't know and idk he like puts two and two together yk? and if you're okay with it can she be hispanic/ latin (maybe that can be one of the reasons they broke up bc yk merl is an ass to POC)

anyways sorry if that was a lot or didn't make sense

anyways have a good day/night much love <3

Two Plus Two Makes Four | Daryl Dixon x Hispanic!Fem!Reader

Summary: A week before the apocalypse, Daryl was forced to break up with you by Merle, leaving you heartbroken, but not alone—soon after he left, you found out you were pregnant. Now, two years later, you come face to face again with the man that broke your heart, and he finds out something shocking.

Genre: Angst, some fluff towards the end.

Era: Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: Sorry this took so long to finish. I hope this is good enough to make up for the wait! Please note that I used Google translate for this, so the translations may be incorrect or awkward! Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistakes! (Translations will be at the bottom.)

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“Kids?! Ya were pregnant and ya didn't fuckin' tell me?!” Daryl bellowed angrily, grabbing your arm to halt you from walking away from him.

You ripped your hand from his grip. “¡No me toques!” You spun around, furiously pointing a finger in your ex boyfriend's direction. “Don't you even dare put this on me, Dixon! You left. You walked out because you cared more about your brother's opinion than you did me! I'm sorry I wasn't gonna baby trap a man who didn't wanna be with me!”

“I deserved to know! I missed two years of their lives 'cause ya didn't tell me! I could of been there fer 'em, for ya, but ya chose to keep it from me!” Daryl exclaimed angrily, following you as you walked into your kitchen. “How could ya keep tha' from me?!”

“You chose to run to your brother the first chance you got! Four years down the drain in an instant for that racist asshole. I didn't owe you anything after that, maldito idiota!”

Daryl stopped in his tracks, instantly regretting starting up this particular argument. You spoke nothing but the truth. You didn't owe him anything. After all, it was him who walked out on you. He chose to let Merle's judgement get to him and influence his relationship. Hell, if it weren't for Merle, he would have proposed to you. He already had a ring picked out and everything back then, but he let Merle ruin everything. It was his own stupidity that cost him two years of his children's lives.

“Mama?”

At the sound of a small, timid voice coming from behind you, both you and Daryl turned and came face to face with your kids, your two year old twins. Your son, Luka, was nervously looking up at you and Daryl while your daughter, Camilla, was standing behind him, holding his hand.

Daryl was struck by the similarities both children shared with him. They both had his eyes, and his hair colour. They were spitting images of him. There was no doubt in his mind that these two children were his. He wasn't blind. He could see they were.

“Everything's fine, amores. I'm just having a conversation with Mr Dixon.”

Camilla stepped forward, her eyes lighting up with wonder. She looked up at Daryl, a smile spreading across her chubby cheeks. “Dixon?” she asked, pointing up at him. “Papa?”

Daryl was surprised. He looked up at you in confusion, silently asking for an explanation. You sent him a strained smile, forcing a relaxed look in front of your children.

“I always talk about you. They deserve to know who their father is. Well, who he was before he left me,” you explained, looking back down at Camilla and Luka.

“Papa?” Luka asked as he stepped forward, his blue eyes that reflected Daryl's sparkling with wonder. “Our papa?”

Daryl looked at you for permission, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. You nodded, silently giving him permission. He was their dad, after all, and he had just as much right to have a relationship with them as you, even if he did leave you. However, that was between him and you, and your children didn't deserve to be denied a relationship with their dad because of it.

The archer bent down, looking between Luka and Camilla as they stared at him in wonder. “Yeah, m'yer papa. M'sorry I wasn't here before, but m'here now. I ain't goin' nowhere.”

Daryl wasn't sure how much of his speech they understood, if they understood anything at all, but it didn't matter. The speech was mainly meant for you. It was to let you know that he wanted to be a part of their lives, and there was just about nothing that could stop him from that.

Camilla and Luka, as if having some sort of twin power, both simultaneously rushed forward and into his arms. Daryl wasted no time in hugging them back, somehow managing to pick them both up and rest them comfortably in his arms. It was relatively late, nearly eight at night and well past their bed times, so they rested their heads on his shoulders, making Daryl's heart swell with fondness. They didn't even know him, only having heard of him through the stories you told them, but they already trusted him. And even though he just found out he had kids, he would kill for them.

“We need to talk, sunshine. This ain't somethin' we can just sweep under the rug,” he told you, allowing you to take Luka from his arms to lighten the load. He adjusted his hold on Camilla, letting out a fond chuckle when he heard her yawn and nuzzle her face deeper into his shoulder.

You let out a sigh and nodded. “I know. But let's get these dormilones to bed first.”

Approximately half an hour later, the twins were tucked into bed and asleep. You and Daryl were back in the kitchen, both having a glass of wine in your hands—liquid courage for the conversation you were about to have.

“M'sorry fer leavin' ya,” Daryl broke the silence first, nervously sloshing the liquid around in his glass. “I dun' even know why I did. Merle's opinions should've never influenced our relationship. I loved ya. I still do. I regret leavin' ya more than anythin' else in my life.”

You inhaled deeply, willing the tears away. For two years you had wanted an explanation, and now you were finally getting one. However, hearing him admit that he still loved you, that you weren't stupid for still loving the man who broke your heart, was both relieving and hurtful.

“You hurt me, Daryl,” you whispered, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I get that Merle was your brother, but you should've never let him influence you like that. I had to go through everything alone. Do you know how hard it was being pregnant and fighting for my life against the dead out there? Do you know how terrified I was? I was lucky enough to find Alexandria a couple of days before I gave birth. If I didn't, I would've given birth out there with the walkers. I probably would've died. Camilla and Luka too.”

Daryl felt the guilt gnawing at his insides. He really hated himself at that moment. “M'sorry, sweetheart. I really fuckin' am. I promise I won't leave again. I dun' expect you to give me a second chance. God knows I dun' deserve it, but I promise I'll be here fer ya and the lil ones. I ain't ever gon' let ya down again, I promise.”

You gave him a small smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, something you always did whenever the two of you had a serious talk. “Give me some time, Daryl. I still love you, but I need some time to adjust to the idea of 'us' again. It's been just me and the twins for two years. As far as I knew before today, I thought I wouldn't see you ever again. Just focus on the kids for now, okay? They deserve to know their daddy.”

Daryl's lips twitched up into a smile, and he nodded. “I'll wait as long as ya need me to. I ain't ever gon' let anyone influence us ever again, I can assure ya of tha'. And I ain't ever gon' leave ya to raise 'em alone, never.”

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Translations (May be incorrect! Please feel free to correct me if they are!):

maldito idiota!: fucking idiot!

¡No me toques!: Don't touch me!

amores: loves.

dormilones: sleepyheads.

[carnivorusobserver]

Look outside OC im working on! Under the cut is some wip pictures and a full transcript of the stuff on the character sheet!!

Personality: Mick used to be known for being extremely outspoken, Outgoing and very charismatic when he was just a decade younger. However, now that is his kid is older and has been left alone in his apartment, He has become very close to a shut in. He doesn't enjoy going out and sometimes will go in every which way to avoid talking to other people, mostly out of a shame that he "isn't hip anymore." The only time he breaks this rule is for his daughter, Who loves he endlessly! He's a wonderful but shy father, Who always wants to be present in her life even if he only has custody half the time.

Relations

Megan: Ex- Girlfriend

Very rocky, They get along purely for Alexandria's sake. If she isn't around, They'll be able to stay calm for a while until Megan makes arguments out of nothing. Mick often tries to make her happy and is a bit of a doormat, but when he does stand up to her it isn't pretty. She is planning on getting married soon, as their relationship has been over for 5 years.

Alexandria : Daughter

Very close, Would do anything to make her happy and safe. Has always been in her life and has custody half the time. However he is terrified of her love for reptiles and snakes.

BACK STORY

Mick used to be a somewhat notable singer in his younger years, From the age of 22-25 he sang in a punk band and was very destructive in general. He met and started dating Megan at 24, and she was 23. They eventually had a kid around 4 years later, however Megan hadn't changed at all. He had tried to grow and change, even went to school to get an associate in teaching. Megan was still wishing he would go back to singing and partying but all he wanted to do was be a dad. So when Alex was 3 years old, they stop dating and split custody 50/50.

7 years of a not so great relationship, Really only kept civil because they don't want to traumatize Alex. Mick is a substitute at the local college and tutors as well, While Megan has completely moved on with a new boyfriend who she plans to marry. Alexandria also has been very passionate about baseball, reptiles and more specifically snakes! He's absolutely terrified of them but lets her keep them there.

The day before visitor came, Alexandria begged her dad to stay an extra day so she could have Rene wish her luck on a big Tournament. He agreed, not thinking much of it. However when he woke up late with the blinds all closed, he found his poor daughter screaming and crying about her hair hurting. Rene, and many other shed skins from him, were fusing into her roots. Not knowing what to do, he immediately went to the parking garage to try and drive to the E.R. . Instead, He crashed into his ex-girlfriends van. Or more accurately, His Ex-girlfriend who had BECOME her van. With his car totaled and being eaten by a giant monster, He went back to his apartment with his daughter to hide.

[tupperwaretub]

A male reader who's super cautious around people because their queer identity has been an issue in the past, and so Negan being so explicit and flirty all the time just relentlessly getting on their nerves, and Negan just find it's so funny until he starts to realize how genuine the annoyance is, and just being like. Dude why would you EVER care about what other people think when we all know these people are horrible, and they're wrong about EVERYTHING Else, so they're wrong about you. And then they kiss 😈 (is this too cringe am i cringe bro)

(A/n): TYSMMM for the request, this is so cute!! ALSO PLEASE KEEP SENDING REQUESTS ANYONE!! I'll write almost anything as long as it's not noncon or fetish. If you're unsure just look at my character list I'll link a list of what i will + wont write for

(Warnings): snarky Negan being himself, harsh language (it's negan duh)

(Summary): Before Negan arrived it was really easy to hide your sexuality, but when he went snooping and found old photos with your ex boyfriend he obviously couldn't keep his mouth shut but it definitely went better than you can expected.

....

You hid your sexuality even before you got to Alexandria but getting to Alexandria didn't help, the way the older folk looked at Aaron and Eric made you want to curl up and wither away. So you hid yourself, you hid your family pictures, you hid your pictures of friends at pride events and your ex boyfriend in fear of them finding out and shunning you. In your dream world you'd have your family pictures around your house in Alexandria, being able to see the faces of loved ones you'd lost and reminisce on a time before the outbreak but sacrifices have to be made in the new world.

When Negan started showing up you'd only just managed to settle in Alexandria, a lot of those who may of judged you had died and your group from before such as Rick pretty much ran the show around Alexandria now. You weren't at the line up and you hadn't seen Negan kill Abraham or Glenn, you didn't know Abraham well but he seemed nice enough although you never got too close due to an itching bad feeling he was homophobic. Glenn on the other hand you got on with well, being around the same age you both instinctively became close and you'd even considered telling him you were gay but in the end you decided not to, you had known how bad he was at keeping secrets since Hershel's farm when he told Dale about Loris pregnancy and the Hershel families secret zombie collection in the Barn. You feel slightly guilty for not telling him now he's gone though, he would've always had your back.

Less than a week later Negan came banging on the gate, you were counting ammunition and had noticed missing guns but decided it would be best to stay quiet right now. He sends his men to strip peoples houses of mattresses and items he decided he wanted, you're suddenly struck with a horrid feeling of nausea knowing your photos are hidden under your mattress so you run off back to the armory to pretend to check stock.

Around your fourth time checking the stock of guns and ammo Negan bursts in, "Well hey there... Y/n?" You nod. "I believe these are yours sweetheart." He hands you your photos and you swallow hard, you can't tell if you're about to cry or scream. "Don't worry i won't tell a soul, I'm not as bad as prick makes me out to be I wouldn't out someone. Well, assuming you're not out by the way all these photos were hidden under your mattress." You hide the photos in your back pocket and shrug. "I had my men leave your mattress there and maybe we could... You know, in return for my selflessness." He gets close to your face and smirks but backe off when his men enter and you hand them the lists of stock.

The next few time's Negan visits he flirts with you relentlessly, subtle to obvious.

When you saw him walking through the gates this time you sighed knowing it'd just be another day of annoyance, he walks straight up to you and smirks, "hey handsome..." You glare at him.

"Lighten up hon' you don't like a man like me being interested in you?" He laughs to himself and you just look away, almost seething with anger but holding back for Rick's sake. Negan sees your anger and his face shows how hard realisation hit him that you were genuinely annoyed with him and not just playing hard to get.

"Look, you don't have to act all macho to make people think you're not gay. Plus, i don't understand why you're even bothered about people knowing! It's the end of the damn world, laws don't exist anymore if you didn't realise, so if someone makes your life hard over your sexuality do what i do, bash some skulls in." Your eyes soften, while he doesn't exactly have a way with words you do understand his point. "I'm not like you." You respond to him with an ounce of bitterness but he smiles, "no you're not, but you get what I'm gettin' at." His hand brushes yours and you finally look up at him and your eyes lock. "Yeah... Yeah i guess you're right." You mutter and he smiles, his face gets a bit closer to yours. "Loosen up and have a bit of fun doll."

Your lips meet, at first you're unsure and think about pushing him away but his words ring in your head "loosen up and have a little fun" So you pull him closer and the pair of you share a passionate kiss.

Wherever this is going to go, you're sure it'll upset people but you've decided that if you're going to live in a world where you could die any day you'd rather die happy than moping and hiding yourself from others.

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

(A/n): I hope you liked it! I loved the request, sorry it took so long I've got ridiculous amounts of work to get done so squeezed this in as much as possible!

[dollfacefantasy]

MASTERLIST

THIS MASTERLIST IS NO LONGER BEING UPDATED - NEW ONE HERE

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝

★彡[ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ]彡★ RE2R Leon: Restless Dreams (18+) Leon's been working a lot lately. He comes home late one night when you're sleeping and tries to make it up Playing to Win (18+) / Part 2 Your new stepdad asks you to call him daddy despite being near your age Like Lovers Do (18+) Bored of the RPD banquet, you pull Leon away for some fun

RE4R Leon: Sleepy (18+) You wake up early in the morning with Leon sleeping on top of you Wash His Hair (fluff) You wash Leon's hair and help him unwind Daddy's Home (18+) You let the d word slip during sex and Leon won't let you live it down Just Like the Movies (18+) Leon dons the ghostface mask to let you live out a fantasy And If the Sun Comes Up (18+) Vampire Leon has to show you that the two of you are meant to be Leon Marks You Request (18+) Leon gets jealous and has to mark you as his Sweater Request (18+) You and Leon do the deed while he's wearing a turtleneck Chubby Reader Request (18+) You're feeling insecure, and Leon just can't have that

Infinite Darkness Leon: Let Them See (18+) Leon teases you in public then pulls over to deal with the problem he's created Baby Bunny (18+) / Part 2 Leon helps his sweet baby bunny through her heat End of the Night (18+) Leon finds comfort in his pregnant wife after a long hard day of being in the mob Needy Girl (18+) You're a needy little thing, and Leon just can't get enough of you Precious in Pink (18+) Leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail wag

RE6 Leon: Hold My Calls (18+) Leon takes a call on his flip phone while the two of you are doing it Blue Jeans (18+) Leon looks extra fine in his jeans and you can't stop staring Some Extra Lessons (18+) Professor Leon deals with his feelings for one of his students

Vendetta Leon: You Make Me Cry Every Time (18+) Leon is going through a rough patch and takes it out on you Cool Rider (fluff) Leon gets you ready for a ride on his bike

Death Island Leon and older: Video Games (18+) You're playing video games when Leon starts feeling needy Can't Help It (18+) Your dad's coworker needs a house sitter and you need him inside of you Cowgirl + Praise Kink Request (18+) Leon's got a praise kink and you ride him Down For the Count (18+) Play fighting with Leon gets a little intense Special Day (18+) Your husband wants to give you a special present for your birthday this year Did You Say Something? (18+) Spankings aren't working anymore. Leon's gonna have to use a different form of punishment Get Him Back (18+) Your ex boyfriend's dad comforts you after you and his son break up

★彡[ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ]彡★ Puppy Games (18+) Chris develops a soft spot for the hybrid he's taken in and wants to make her birthday extra special Teddy Bear (18+) Not even sleep will cockblock Chris Pretty When You Cry (18+) Request for overstimulation and daddy kink with Chris

★彡[ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ]彡★ Sharing is Caring (18+) Your boyfriend wants you to get a little more comfortable with his friend Better Than One (18+) Leon and Ada take care of their needy puppy before your heat arrives

𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟

★彡[ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ]彡★ Time to Kill (18+) During a night out, you bump into a bounty hunter with some time to kill Like a Friend (18+) Your ex-boyfriend comes knocking late at night and you make the mistake of letting him in Beginning to Slip (18+) After watching a scream movie, you and Toji have some fun with a ghostface mask

★彡[ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ]彡★ Synced Up (18+) After your boyfriend is cursed with bluetooth abilities, sleeping next to him becomes more difficult

★彡[ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ]彡★ From the Day You Arrived (18+) Suguru's been obsessed with you since that night in the village. Years later, when you meet again, he won't let you slip away so easily

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

★彡[ʀɪᴄᴋ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ]彡★ Extraordinary Routine (18+) Rick's stress has been piling up as he adjusts to life in Alexandria, but he has you to help him unwind

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[makersruin]

(ffxiv 7.2 spoilers)

and while im at it can i just say how much i love the addition of retsarra to the arcadion cast. i love dancing green/sugar riot too dont get me wrong (and i hope we get to have more of them in the quests of the heavyweight tier) but something about him just ties the entire cast together in such a grounded way that i enjoy. there's been a connection between wicked thunder and brute bomber all along and it was a regular guy. he was dating eutrope and he liked her a lot and she really liked him. he shared a childhood with hector. the arcadion is full of people who know each other in really mundane ways. they're not coworkers on the edge of creation, they're not fated across timelines and dimensions, they're not from other planets or anything. their relationships with each other don't really transcend any otherworldly boundaries. he was her ex-boyfriend. he was a childhood friend. and they're just as important to each other as every other relationship we've seen in every other raid series. that tether to reality is so to my tastes and i just adore it!

and i said this before but because of the limits of an optional raid series questline, they don't have a ton of time to flesh out this new cast so they seem to be doing it through theme music and what little they can squeeze into the quests. which means every bit of information they give me on retsarra just raises more questions and alarm bells for me.

he explains that his purpose for life is tied to being an arcadion champion by vaguely alluding to an unhappy life before. but it makes me wonder what kind of unhappiness that was and what kind of person would willingly accept the deterioration of their soul if it meant they didnt have to feel that sort of unhappiness again. he goes as far as blaming alexandria as a whole for it ('the jobs arranged for me were tedious and there was no way to escape this nation's dreary reality'), which is interesting to me because it feels like one of the very rare times the narrative points explicitly to alexandria's system being the problem rather than having the npcs blatantly point the blame at the alexandria's mascot, sphene.

he admits he knew about his soul corroding and not only accepts it as an understandable causality in his debt to the arcadion president but withholds his feelings when his childhood friend turns himself into a monster and dies horrifically for the entertainment of others, knowing full well that this could happen to him too. yeah, he sheds a tear but he quickly just turns back to the wol. (and later openly regrets not joining with them to try to save hector, which i feel like is the more honest reaction hes having to his death) this is probably because again, not enough time to really flesh this moment out, but if i choose to take it at face-value and ignore all the doylist reasons as to why he would react like that, it's the sort of response to tragedy that seems incomprehensible. every other arcadion fighter who was informed about the consequences of using feral souls either decided to retire for their health, ran off to find a cure, or went into complete denial about it. all those are understandable reactions to me. to double down and decide that not just your life, but your soul is worth sacrificing for the status quo is crazy! what is wrong with you!

well, we know what's wrong with him. beyond the debt he feels he owes to the president, he's pretty clear that he does this for himself, that he's tied his identity and purpose to being an arcadion champion, to the point where even eutrope points out that she didn't know how else to save him because she knew he wouldn't give up being howling blade. to him, giving that up is just as bad as dying, as tearing your soul apart. that's not normal. that's not normal! its crazy that this well-liked, handsome regular joe with a robust social life and a 'clean-cut' reputation for being a decent guy also happens to be this bad about his own sense of self and is also borderline suicidal. and hes a robot wolf dark knight. this tier was so goddamn good

[sezja]

Tag Team, Part 1

Arcadion AU, ships include one-sided Hector/Eutrope, Retsarra/Eutrope, and Retsarra/Hector (though the latter is mostly just "we dated for a while and the feelings are still present")

"You'd better not be planning to stand there 'til it opens again."

"I might be," replied Retsarra, the presently-unemployed Howling Blade, not looking away from the looming spire of the Arcadion, which seemed almost eerie now that all the lights and fountains had been shut off. There were always ebbs and flows in the arena's bustle of activity - especially as the soul shortage grew more and more dire - but to see it this quiet, this empty, had a queer sort of finality to it. There'd always at least been some estimate of when they could expect things to pick back up again, some assurance things would pick back up again; the president of Ascension Arcadia wasn't a man to be told what he couldn't do for long.

But that was before King Zoraal Ja decided to go to war, staking a claim on all feral souls for the war effort.

The man known as the Brute Bomber to most - and Hector to one - heaved an impatient sigh, eyeing Retsarra sidelong. It'd already been nearly half an hour since they'd arrived to find themselves out of a job for the foreseeable future, and already a curious crowd was taking shape. If the two of them stood around much longer, someone was bound to notice, to recognize them - and then there'd be questions. Did the fighters know why the Arcadion closed down? Did they know when it would reopen? Was it tied to the soul shortage? There'd already been people lately - not fans of the arena, Hector was sure of that - muttering that the skilled combatants ought to be sent along with the military to aid in the conquest of the world beyond Alexandria's barrier, if they needed souls so badly...

"How long does it take to wage a war across the entire world?" Retsarra's conversational tone didn't fool him; Hector knew the man too well to trust it... and too well to humor it.

He shrugged. "As long as it takes."

It earned him a wry smile, at least; the hhetsarro finally tore his gaze away from the darkened Arcadion for it. "I ought to have joined the military. At least they'll be traveling far beyond the barrier-"

"They like discipline there, 'Tsarra! They'd toss you out on your arse after a week, if you even lasted that long."

That got him a more genuine grin. "Where would I be without you to keep me humble?"

Hector didn't bother answering; there was no point - something else seized his friend's attention: a young hhetsarro girl's voice, raised in consternation.

"The Black Cat's discovered the Arcadion's closed." Retsarra's smile went rigid at the edges, a little too brittle, as he watched Yaana raise a fierce protest with poor Metem, the arena's manager. After a sharp inhale, he added tightly, "...She has her sister's temper."

"Her sister would've called up a bolt of lightning by now." The last thing he needed was for Retsarra to start glooming over Eutrope again, especially now, with no fights to get his mind off of her. "Let's get out of here."

The other man hesitated, still eyeing Yaana. "I wonder if-"

"She hasn't."

"I hope she and Neyuni have enough credits to last 'til things settle." Retsarra's face narrowed as he frowned. "I could offer-"

Hector rolled his eyes and stalked away on his own; he had no interest in listening to Retsarra fuss over his runaway ex-girlfriend's kid sisters. Eutrope had climbed her way to the peak of the Arcadion's heavyweight tier, snagged herself the heart of the cruiserweight champion, and then... promptly vanished into the night, failing to return to defend her title. All Retsarra would say was that they'd had a falling-out, and Hector wasn't curious enough to wonder what that might mean...

Or why that might make the woman simply disappear without a trace, leaving behind two younger sisters and a man with a broken heart.

There'd been an investigation, of course - Eutrope's notoriety as a fighter made her disappearance all the more sensational, to say nothing of the fact that wherever she'd gone, she'd taken the levinsteed soul she used in battle with her - but it came to nothing. Retsarra had fallen under scrutiny, as had several of her colleagues in the heavyweights. Avenues were pursued. Leads were followed up.

Nothing. She'd evaporated.

Good riddance.

Hector's steps slowed ever-so-slightly as he heard - finally - familiar footsteps hurrying after him. Not even winded despite the distance he'd sprinted, Retsarra fell comfortably into step with him as they headed up the stairs toward the True Vue plaza. Those who recognized the Brute Bomber were wise enough to give them a wide berth; any who wondered what the Brute Bomber and the Howling Blade were doing strolling side-by-side weren't bold enough to ask... which suited Hector's mood.

They paused at a railing overlooking the city, watching the morning's commuters darting about, unconcerned with the plights of furloughed Arcadion fighters. After a moment of companionable silence, Retsarra said, quietly, "You can't blame me for wanting to make sure her sisters are provided for."

"Sure I can. Sentimental idiot."

"Yaana swears she and Neyuni are fine for the time being," the man forged on, undaunted by Hector's best glower; the years they'd known each other had long since rendered him immune to his friend's simmering temper. "Wherever Eutrope's gone, she's left her account untouched, and her sisters aren't living extravagantly in her absence... and Yaana's done well enough for herself at the Arcadion."

A scrappy little thing, Hector recalled; he'd trounced her badly in the only match they'd fought, but he had to give her credit for even making it that far.

But then, she'd been trained by Eutrope.

He couldn't even rightly say where his hatred of her came from; it wasn't jealousy. Hector knew he'd given up any right to jealousy when he'd broken off his own brief, stupid romance with Retsarra years ago, when their friendship started rotting under the weight of it. They made great friends and terrible lovers, and he was in no hurry to make the same mistake twice; however bad for each other Retsarra and Eutrope might be, it was leagues better than they'd ever been. Not that, then. Was it just that she'd broken his best friend's heart, running off the way she did?

But then, he couldn't say he'd ever liked her much before, either. Not that he'd ever been any good at liking people.

Present company excluded.

Mostly.

"If you keep gritting your teeth like that, you'll crack a molar," Retsarra cut through his thoughts, smiling in that way of his; the one that suggested he saw right through his friend's lengthy silences. Before Hector could respond, though, he turned back toward the distant, silent Arcadion again. The smile faded. "My parents once said all bad things come in threes."

"You're getting maudlin on me again, 'Tsarra."

"Eutrope leaving, the Arcadion closing... what's next, do you suppose?"

"Want me to break your nose? Just get the third bad thing over with?"

A bark of laughter. "Will you never let a man sulk?"

"Not when I have to put up with it!" In spite of himself, Hector smiled - and then quickly quenched it; the Brute Bomber didn't smile. "I'm headed home. You?"

Retsarra cast another long look toward the arena. "I'll... go for a walk, I think."

"A walk." He couldn't keep the skepticism out of his voice.

"A walk," his friend repeated, grinning. "I need to... clear my head, perhaps. And I'll see if I can't catch some of our fellow fighters on the way; some of them may have more news than we do. I might even try to hear some news about the king's planned invasion-"

Hector's eyes narrowed. "If you're seriously planning to weasel your way into the damned military-"

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Oh, you'd dream of it-"

Restarra waved it off. "No, you're right, I don't have the head for it. And besides, I've my loyalty to the president to think about; even if the Arcadion's closed for business, those debts come first. Fair enough?"

Mollified - neither of them would invoke the president if they didn't mean it - Hector relented, letting the man go without protest. He watched his friend go... away from the Arcadion, at least, which was something of a surprise. But there was something in the way he walked that sparked Hector's nerves; a listlessness that his lighthearted attitude didn't quite mask. Maybe it was in the droop of his tail, or the rigid tension of his shoulders...

Damn it all. He's just moping. Nothing to worry about.

He'd have to remember to bother the bastard later, Hector thought to himself, making his own way toward home. He hadn't yet turned his mind toward the question of what he might do with himself while the arena was dark. Train up, he supposed - the better to be ready for when the fights started up again, and they pitted him against up-and-comers who'd spent the furlough going soft.

The city seemed filled with quiet anxiety as he strolled through it. Outside of True Vue, far fewer people recognized him at a glance, which made it easier to pass unnoticed through the crowds, and easier still to listen in on strangers chattering to each other: everyone was waiting to see what would come of King Zoraal Ja's endeavors. New soul cells, new Alexandrian citizens, new goods for the markets! Those who remembered Tural - those who'd been Turali before Alexandria merged with Yyasulani - sounded less enthusiastic about the prospect of war with those who'd once been their neighbors and friends.

Hector was musing to himself about what new feral souls might come from across the border when he finally reached home...

...and found the door unlocked, the light beside it glowing a beguilingly benign blue.

His throat tightened. He swallowed, inching toward the door as if it might bite him. I know I locked it, he thought, blood throbbing in his ears. I know damn well I locked it. Retsarra knew the entry key, but he wouldn't have barged in while Hector wasn't home; he knew better. And no one else knew it. He was sure of that.

What am I even afraid of? He could fight some common thief, even if they'd... what, hacked his door? They'd regret busting into his apartment! He steeled his nerves, drew himself up, and stormed through the door.

"You?"

A woman, a hhetsarro woman. The hhetsarro woman. She looked just as he remembered her-

No, not quite. He didn't remember her looking so... harried. Worried. Haunted. There were dark circles under her eyes that had never been there before.

"Eutrope," he growled, even angrier now; what business did she have, sneaking into his home like this? Out of the blue, even? After running out on Retsarra like some-

"I need your help." It wasn't a request, but a demand. He could swear lightning flashed in her eyes. But when he might have spoken to refuse, or maybe even grab her by the scruff of her neck and toss her out the door, she spoke again:

"Retsarra is dying. I need your help."

[what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew]

What is the dream smp drama ?

tl;dr called all Tommyinnit fans the r slur, deleted the tweet and didn't apologise till waaaay later, before which he made multiple streams and all the shit about him started coming out again (because his streams made everything worse). Tubbo made a stream about it in a very mature way by asking to talk on stream (Dream has a history of cutting private conversations up to make other creators look bad) and eventually it just turned into Tubbo vs Dream because Tommy blocked him, and Dream started being a shit to Tubbo. Most of the dsmp, some outside ccs, and editors/twitter folk who were in the fandom got involved revealing more stuff about Dream and how shitty he was.

Full timeline + ~16 hours worth of Tubbo stream below

BOO. This is gonna take too long so i'm posting it before it's finished and gonna edit it over time. As Tubbo himself said, this situation is a death by a 1000 cuts (small problems which kinda blew up recently)

Dream and Quackity had drama. That's a whole other thing and i'm not sure we can really go into it without this being comparable to Do you love the colour of the sky so we'll assume you know what happened there. (~April 2022)

A little after this were the first set of grooming allegations against Dream, made by Alexandria (October 2022)

This just caused the dsmp to kinda just fall out

Tommy made a video entitled "If Youtubers were Honest" which included a part on the Dream vs Quackity (5 Aug 2023)

Dream texted Tom's mum, bro literally harassed Tom's mum

fast forward to 2025:

Tommyinnit calls Mizkif the worst person he’s knows

Mizkif calls Tommy cringe and annoying which xQc also does in his reaction to Mizkif's stream

Tommy called xQc a trump supporter (true)

xQc had a public meltdown saying Trump is cool and that Tommy is dickriding Dream (but he does this by giving free promo to Tommy's show)

Dream quotes with the following meme.

This is where our path also diverges because there are so many streamers. Everyone reacts to the tweet and Dream deletes it.

Then Dream ranted to reddit saying he didn’t understand cause he’s autistic so he should be able to reclaim it (stupidest thing i’ve ever heard). It was meant to be his "apology". He also mentioned that the public’s reaction to Nicolas Cantu doing the same was generally positive (while i do agree most of the public went overboard in terms of support for Cantu especially when he used slurs as insults - most people only focused on him calling out Dream for covering up assaults and being weird around women and children + after the initial hype died down most people did agree his use of slurs and harassment of the driver was horrible - hence why he’s literally gone. He has no upcoming roles and he's def not coming back for the tmnt sequel). The biggest issue here is how instead of taking accountability he’s pulling this whataboutism card.

Also just a note that he claims he saw the meme, but people did the reverse image search - he created it.

id: Genuinely still confused on what the "rules" are. Honestly not trying to be obtuse, multiple people go viral calling me the r word and everyone explains that its ok because they're neurodivergent, so then I see a meme that uses it and post it and get absolutely throttled for it. Obviously it's the internet being disingenous, but that doesn't completely invalidate anyone that might be upset by it. Most of the people calling me ableist for using it are the same people that lit off fireworks when Nicolas Cantu was the slur slinging slasher (including Tommy's closest friends). it's either okay or it's not okay, the double standards are infuriating. I have my own reasons for having a problem with Tommy going around being the "internet police" and was expecting to get a lot of shit for going after poor Tommy that lies about me constantly, but obviously i had no intentions of attacking every Dream SMP fan or being ableist lmao. It was a dig at Tommy fans, because somehow the worst of the ex dream smp stans have congregated all to make up lies and shit on other creators and Tommy feeds right into it to promote his patreon, shows or wharever else he's currently promoting, because he has absolutely no backbone. Either way, my lesson from this is that twitter is somehow even less reasonable than i thought in the first place, oh and don't use the r word under any circumstances even if you see a funny meme and you're autistic. Lesson learned, hopefully i can be forgiven. Back to coding

Tubbo did a 1 hour stream on this. Technically he did a 7 hour stream he cut into bits, but for the sake of the timeline making sense, he made a 1 hour stream. He was gonna talk to Dream on stream. He agrees that his friends do shit talk more than he's comfortable with BUT

Why is Dream only getting involved and doing this much when Tommy insulted xQc and not you know when he called Dream a pedo

You can't reclaim a slur if you use it as an insult

He thought this entire thing was Dream ragebaiting to get people ready for a new song or smth, and he reminded the audience of Nicolas Cantu being drunk.

"If you don't want to be made fun of for doing shitty things just stop doing shitty things"

Tommy in this time released a video saying he blocked Dream and that it was horrible that Dream used the r slur. From this point Tubbo decided against calling Dream, instead watching Dream's 3 hour stream on the topic and reacting to it.

[dixonsgirl93]

Flashback

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader Word Count: 1k Warnings: Angst, PTSD, comfort Content Description: Daryl comforts reader after they see their abusive ex for the first time in years.

A/N & TW: This is mostly just for me because of what happened to me the other day. Short version - I saw my abusive ex after 5 years and almost had a panic attack.

Long Version (feel free to skip to the story idm): So we have a child together and the other day was meant to be an induction day for the child contact centre. They were running late so our time overlapped with his. We were never meant to meet that day or any day. I turned and saw him and my heart was in my throat from fear and shock. I had to choke back a sob because our son was next to me.

Daryl and I were out on a run in the city where once walkers owned but now it was desolate, overgrown with nature and rotting corpses. Still, it could be worse, I thought, as we made our way to one of the buildings that had medical supplies. The infirmary in Alexandria was getting low so I mentioned a building I know and Daryl was quick to offer his help.

So here we were, walking in near silence. It had me on edge, body tensed for attack. It could also have partly been to the knowledge that, despite 5 years passing since the outbreak began, my ex Ben, who subsequently ruined my life, was last known to live in this area.

I think it was just lingering anxiety from before, but it was so hard to shift and now being here 5 years later, those feelings rushing back. I hadn’t missed that. I never even thought I’d care about it in light of being stalked by the dead.

Subconsciously I was watching out not only for walkers but him too. Stupid as it was, the PTSD he left me with was all too real.

“You all right?” Daryl’s voice broke me out of my trance.

“Sure.” But I sounded anything but and I knew he knew it too. I felt his eyes linger on me for a moment more, probably deciding whether to pry or not.

“I used to date this guy.” I started with a heavy sigh. Me and Daryl had grown quite close over the years, understanding and trusting each other. I felt like I could open up to him about something I’d kept to myself all this time. Up until now there was just no reason to talk about it.

“Yeah?” He stopped walking, turning to frown at me. I heard the curiosity in his voice about where I was going with this and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, like 9 years ago. Left me with PTSD. Haven’t seen him in about 5 or 6 years. He used to live in this area. I know I’m being paranoid. I can’t help the anxiety though.” I was scanning around us as I talked, not bearing to see whatever expression was on Daryl’s face.

“He could be dead. And even if he wasn’t, if he was smart he sure as hell wouldn’t stay in the city.” Daryl’s voice was firm but reassuring.

“I know. You’re right. I’m just being silly.” I finally look at him and try to smile.

“The building’s just here right?” He points behind himself and I nod.

~~

We approach the building and go to turn a corner before Daryl pushes me back against a wall and then I hear it, voices.

Daryl turns me to walk around the other side of the building to avoid them.

“Hey!” An unfamiliar voice yells and my hairs stand on end. My body tensed once again for attack as I turned to face the one who called. “Who are you?” He asked.

“We don’t want any trouble.” Daryl held his hands up, crossbow on his shoulder.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Said the one who called again. He was tall and had short finger hair. He was also pointing a rifle at us.

My eyes fell on one of the men near the back and his face mirrored mine, my eyes wide. My heart raced and a lump formed in my throat. I turned my back on the group and fought the tears that stung my eyes, not wanting anyone to see my weakness.

“What’s up with her?” The ginger one asked.

“Nothing. We’ll be on our way then.” Daryl put his hand on my back and pushed me away from them.

“Hang on a minute.” He called as we neared the corner.

“Run.” Daryl whispered before shoving me out of the line of fire and running behind me, I headed for the alley on the other side, hiding behind stairs to a back entrance. I heard gunfire and yelling and footsteps. Daryl appeared around the corner and broke the back door entrance in. We rushed inside and put a thin wood board between the handles to hold them off. Together we ran up the stairs to the nearest room and hid and waited.

Gunfire stopped long ago and the voices faded. My heart was racing so fast and I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Hey.” Daryl put his hand on my shoulder as I collapsed against the wall, sitting and leaning over. That’s when the sobs I’d been holding back wracked my body in waves.

“It’s okay. I think they’re gone. Hey. Look at me, Y/N.” Daryl put his arm around me and gently tried to move my arms from my face.

Eventually I looked up at him, my eyes feeling puffy, my throat sore and dry.

“That was him.” I whispered, trying to steady my breaths.

“Who? Ginger?” He looked up at the door as if expecting them to come barging inside.

“No. He was at the back. He saw me.” My voice shook, his cold, dark eyes boring into me once more and my chest tightened.

“Hey. Seriously. Look at me. Please.” Daryl’s voice became a little less steady as my panic attack came over me again. The room felt too small and too dark and too warm. I clambered to my feet and leaned over on my knees. “Y/N? What is it? How can I help?”

“I need air.” I gasped, clutching a hand to my chest.

Daryl then took it upon himself to stand in front of me, hold my face in his hands and stand me up straight. He looked me in the eyes and I saw so much worry there that it broke my heart.

“Y/N, you’re with me. You’re safe. He won’t hurt you. I won’t let him, okay? Breathe. Deep breaths. Come on, that’s it. Good. You’re doing good.” And then he watched as my breathing steadied, my chest relaxed and the room stopped closing in on me.

“Thank you, Daryl.” I whispered. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“Don’t be sorry. I get it. But just know I got you. I always got your back, no matter what.” He gently pulled me into a hug and he stroked my hair. After a moment we pulled away and I smiled at him, wiping my face.