#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.

[grimesgirll]

you jumped at the chance to babysit for rick grimes.

your mom didn’t have to repeat herself when she instructed you to arrive at rick’s early the next morning to give him some help with his baby girl.

not that you minded, but you babysitting for rick was a part of your mother’s larger plan to welcome the new arrivals into the community. it was an easy way for the survivors - namely their leader, rick - to warm up to everyone. and you had to put your half finished developmental psychology degree to use somehow.

you’re disappointed when you show up bright eyed and bushy tailed to be greeted by rick’s son carl, and not the dreamy sheriff himself.

carl is more than happy to pass off the bubbly little baby - who you learn is named judith- to you and dash out the door after giving you the rundown on her routine and lack thereof.

it doesn’t take long for judith to get used to you - or get into the habit of pulling your long hair. carl mentioned that she’d had a solid breakfast already this morning so you hunker down next to her playmat to tire her out in preparation for her next nap.

thoughts drift from tummy time to the absent head of the house. where was he? you knew part of the reason you had even begun babysitting was to help rick with childcare if he accepted his new position as constable, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else he would be.

and truth be told, you’re disappointed.

the first day the southerners had arrived, you looked on as rick stepped through the gates, judith in his arms. you’d been shocked to see a baby but you were even more enthralled by the hot suburban dad who’d landed on your doorstep.

not as old as your own father but nearly old enough to be, rick grimes had been blessed by age. his wild, grown out hair and tense but demanding disposition immediately attracted your attention.

it’s wrong; you shouldn’t be crushing on the man you’re babysitting for.

but you’ve been so bored!

let’s be clear: alexandria is your home. the safe zone provided more stability than the road could ever offer but survival was boring. at least inside of alexandria.

but out there?

whatever was out there was written all over the face of every new survivor your community had taken in. you’d heard bits and pieces; cannibals, maniacs on a power trip, robbers, corrupt cops even in the end of times.

and you could really see it on rick.

he had the demeanor of someone always scanning the room for the exit. you’ve never seen him so much as smile so it’s hard to imagine anyone like him adjusting or relaxing, even somewhere like alexandria.

your mother had theorized that some childcare could help ease the ex-cop’s anxieties, give him and carl a chance to breathe.

someone like that needs a lot more than a day away from the kids though. rick grimes needed an all inclusive vacation

and maybe a blowjob.

you tear yourself away from your wild thoughts about the rugged leader to turn your attention to the little girl hitting you with all of the sleepy cues at once. glancing at the clock, you decide it’s time for a nap and scoop up the eight month old. it’s not until you try to lay her down in the nursery that judith gives you your first problem.

seems like you had a velcro baby on your hands.

your hypothesis is proven correct during little judith’s second afternoon nap when you’re resigned to the living room armchair.

any attempts to place the little girl on her back, stomach, or side were met with tears. you’d just huffed and posted up on the rocking chair, ready to rock her for the duration of her nap.

it could be a pain but some babies just slept better hearing another heartbeat besides their own. it’s biology. judith is long out of the fourth trimester but that doesn’t exempt her from wanting to fall asleep in a pair of warm, snuggly arms. and besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do.

so you’re still curled up with judith when her father arrives in the afternoon.

gun holstered on his hip, the front door swings open to reveal rick grimes, looking much more like a resident of alexandria than he'd arrived. despite his new haircut and the difference that a shower makes, rick still looks pent up to you. like the feral man who'd shown up at your gates was just bubbling under the surface.

“hey there,” he greets once he registers your presence.

in his constable uniform, rick is even more handsome than you imagined all cleaned up. his chestnut curls are trimmed - courtesy of your neighbor, jessie - and he’s fully fitted like an officer of the law, and not an outlaw.

"oh, hi," you sit up and offer as much of a salutation you can being nap trapped.

"you must be deanna's daughter."

"that's me," you chirp, keeping your voice low to avoid waking up the little girl on your lap. "sorry, you caught us during naptime."

the southerner shakes his head. "no problem. looks like you got her down easy enough."

easy? you want to ask him to repeat that again but you just smile.

"i'm sorry i wasn't here earlier to introduce myself, i'm rick." the man extends his hand to you and you have to steel your nerves so he doesn't feel your hand shaking.

you're shocked when you hear confidence dripping from your voice as you give him your name. under his dark blue gaze, you want to squirm but you're holding it together somehow.

"you know, you can probably get out here early today. carl should be home soon."

you do your best to hide your disappointment. "leaving early on the first day?" you grin. "i think i like this job."

that earns you a chuckle from the sheriff who points to the sleeping baby you're holding. "i've got it from here if you wanna head out."

you don't but you put on your pearly whites and utter a peppy "sure!" handing over the still sleeping judith to her father.

"thanks for agreeing to this," rick commends you, eyes looking over the picture books and learning materials piled up in your arms. "i really appreciate having someone here to look after judith during the day."

“don’t worry about it, she’s such an angel, rick.”

"yeah, she is," he agrees, pausing to glimpse down at the napping infant. "i guess we'll be seein' you tomorrow?"

“whenever you need me.”

as his gaze follows you out the front door, rick is hard pressed to confirm if that was actual innuendo that came out of your mouth or just a generous offer.

he’s even more surprised to see you on his doorstep again after supper.

“hey,” you start. “i think i forgot one of my books here when i was watching judith. do you mind if i grab it?"

your burnt orange journal is right where you'd left it - intentionally - on the accent table in the upstairs hallway.

"oh, perfect! it's right here," you exhale in manufactured relief as if you hadn't left it there a few hours ago just for this purpose.

"is she down?" you ask rick in your best quiet voice.

he nods his hickory head of hair. "wanna see her?"

you nod enthusiastically and he leads you a few doors down the hall where you two pop your heads into a dark, curtain drawn room.

“how’s she been sleeping?” you ask innocently, following the father’s gaze to the sleeping infant lying peacefully in her crib.

“good enough,” he grunts. “all things considered.”

“how have you been sleeping?”

a chocolate eyebrow raises.

“you know, you have to get some sleep too.”

“isn’t that you’re for?”

rick must notice your reaction from the way he clears his throat and walks back his words, clarifying, “taking care of judith and all so i can,” he makes air quotes with his fingers, “rest.”

breathing deeply in an attempt to calm your racing heartbeat, you offer a smile with your exhale. “yeah, but that’s only during the daytime. she still has two wakeups at night, right?”

the man leaning in the doorway beside you shrugs. “two or three, give or take.”

“that’s a lot of time to be waking up at night.”

his ocean blue eyes twinkle as he shoots you a look and crosses his arms. “tell me about it.”

you motion towards the crib. “so i know judith likes to be held for naps, but have you ever tried room sharing with her? or even sleeping with her in the bed?”

rick gives you a quizzical look. “i thought you weren’t supposed to let them sleep in bed with you.”

“only if you’re a heavy sleeper,” you discern. “or if you drink or you’re a smoker.”

“really?”

you nod. “it’s called the safe sleep seven. its a big thing in other parts of the world." you draw an awkward breath. "not that there's anything wrong with watching her from the monitor," you refer to the device in his back pocket.

"well," rick runs a hand through his dark waves, stopping awkwardly at the end like he forgot about his haircut. "judith's always been held so it wouldn't shock me that that's how she likes to go sleep."

"did you have to snuggle her to sleep to get her down tonight?" your honeyed voice inquires curiously.

"i held her." he answers with a sigh.

"it makes sense. humans are programmed to want to be close to each other."

a silence settles over the two of you before rick clears his throat. "yeah, maybe i'll have to look into this sleep safe seven."

"i can bring a book next time i'm over," you offer. "i was a developmental psych major in college."

"so you have a degree to babysit?"

you roll your eyes. "i was supposed to end up doing research. you know," you gesture to judith in her nursery. "working with younger kids like her and figuring out what works best for them for sleep, learning to eat, the potty, play, school, all that."

"sounds like you're pretty smart," the ex-cop concludes.

you shrug. "smart enough."

with that, you two are walking down the stairs and you're heading towards the door when rick asks you if you'd like anything to drink.

you stop in your tracks, turning around on one heel. "you know, i'm kinda thirsty. i'll actually take a water."

rick's hands around the cold glass must be tattooed in your mind from how intently you're watching him. you thank him for the glass and gingerly take a sip, taking a moment to notice how his hands are braced against the counter. a cacophony of cracks erupt when the man rotates his neck and you can't help but laugh.

the older man frowns. “what’s so funny?”

“did you not hear the way your neck cracked?”

he shrugs it off. “gotta do it sometimes.”

“not like that,” you insist, glancing at his hands again, you get an idea. “why don’t you let me show you how you’re supposed to crack that?”

rick gives you a sideways glance.

“my roommate was in school to be a masseuse.”

“you don’t have to do that.” he says quickly.

you shake your head at him. “it’s not a problem. you can give me pointers.”

it’s wrong; rick shouldn’t be face down on the sofa in the house your mother had given him, getting a massage from her young twentysomething daughter.

and he most definitely shouldn’t be trying to hide an erection.

never would he have imagined getting a massage from a college student a week ago. like the haircut, rick wants to accept your community’s gifts with tact but that’s hard to do when your hands are kneading lower and lower down his back.

“when was the last time you relaxed, rick?”

the question comes out of nowhere and he almost wishes judith would pop up on the baby monitor to spare him from answering.

“can’t tell ya’.” he replied honestly.

you hum in response, observing as he twitches under your mischievous ministrations. rick didn’t have to go to massage therapy school to know that this massage is nowhere near professional. it’s downright racy as your fingers skim the top of his lower back.

god, he has a nice ass for a dad, you muse. you wonder what he’d look like fully nude on this sofa and if you weren’t touching him through his undershirt.

“that’s a little low.” the new constable remarks, calling you out.

you giggle. “i don’t know. i think the muscles down here really need some attention.”

rick hisses when you venture past his lower back and squeeze. he wants to say something but it feels so fucking good to have the tension manually worked out of his muscles.

“flip over.”

rick is about to bust out of his pants.

“flip over, please.”

the brunette finally complies; he wants to be embarrassed but doesn’t have a second for the emotion because you’re falling to your knees in front of him, pointing.

“want me to help you with that?”

“what?” he sputters.

“please, let me.”

wow, you want him. and who is he to deny you? not with how much of a roller coaster the past few have been; he should at least get to decompress.

“go ahead-,” rick doesn’t get another word out of his mouth before you’ve fully yanked his pants down and scootch further between his legs, attaching a hand to his waist. you slide his briefs down and are almost smacked in the face by the eight inch cock in front of you.

“rick…”

“if it’s too big, i understand.”

he starts to say something else but can only manage a gasp once you swallow the first few inches of his cock in your mouth. you ease your way back up to alternate between gripping his length and lapping at his precum covered head.

god, he can’t let deanna find out.

or spencer for that matter. no need to give your brother another reason for rick to be on his bad side.

he can’t be bothered to think about your family when you’re on your knees with his dick in your mouth.

“you’re doin’ so good for me, honey,” rick praises.

you moan deeply around his cock as you fit him further down your throat. it doesn’t take long for his hands to find your hair and suddenly his thick length is sliding down. you just swallow around him the best you can. you wonder if he’d believe you if you said you’d never had a dick this far down your throat.

it’s only once your windpipe starts to feel rick’s size that you raise your mouth up and off of the man in front of, catching a shallow few breaths before diving right back down to envelope him in your mouth.

rick can’t get enough of this. a hot, more than willing knockout of a woman on her knees with nothing but relieving his stress on her mind. and nothing was a hotter than a girl who actually wanted to give a blowjob, and by the way you’re hollowing your cheeks and pumping what doesn’t fit down your throat, he knows you’re loving this. a good girl like you deserves more than just his dick in her mouth.

“slow down, sweetheart.” he instructs, even though it takes a moment for you to slow the vigorous pace you’d committed to. “i wanna help you out too.”

your eyes widen with delight and he doesn’t have to tell you twice to come up on the sofa with him. instantly, rick is in between your legs and undoing the button of your jeans in order to pull them down to your ankles.

his thick cock jumps at the sight of your sopping panties.

blushing, you lift your hips as rick clutches and discards the undergarment on the floor. that’s when he gets the opportunity to take in your already soaked little hole. he can’t help himself from slipping a finger in and driving it deeper at the sound of your raspy squeaks. the same noise comes out of you once he gives you another. you must’ve wanted this for a while from the way you coat his fingers. you’re wiggling and rotating your hips like they’re on fire and he only has two digits inside of you.

“easy, girl,” he warns and you pout as you struggle not to buck your hips.

“i need you, rick,” you gasp. “feel you in my core. i’m so hot for you right now.”

you so are. rick thinks and adds another finger.

not only are you making his dick swell more than he thought it could but your insides are hot. that tight little core is choking his three fingers like a boa constrictor.

“i’m gonna come on your fingers,” you make him aware, hoping he’ll move you to his cock.

“go right ahead, sweetheart.”

so you do.

you let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers into you until he removes them from your reluctant cunt. your mouth opens automatically when he lifts his sticky digits to your mouth. enthusiastically, you let him slip them into your mouth and suck until they come out clean.

you can barely respond to the “good girl,” he’s whispering huskily into your ear because your lips are pressed to his. disregarding the fact that your pussy is dripping all over the new sofa, you fold into the kiss.

where have you been? you wonder while his tongue starts to pick a fight with yours. the fact that you’re suddenly in his lap doesn’t register until you feel his hand on the small of your back.

“you’re up,” he whispers in your ear before shifting you on top of him.

you only understand what he means when you suddenly feel like you’re being torn in half. “fuck,” you exhale, conscious not to be too loud as to wake up the baby upstairs.

from his rapid breaths into your bust, you can tell that’s holding back.

“rick,” you whine.

fingertips find your hips just as your arms wrap around his neck and you’re holding on for dear life as the constable starts lifting and lowering you on his cock.

“god,” you cry through gritted teeth.

rick is fucking you just like you thought he would.

he doesn’t wait for you to roll your hips or ride him, no, he just fucks you. yeah, you’re on top but rick is the one pounding into you from below. you feel every ridge and vein on his impossibly thick cock as you brings you up and down on top of him.

this is the fucking that you expected from the dauntless, untamed man that rolled through your gates with his equally intimidating allies. you wonder how long it’s been since rick had a good fuck. by the way he ruthlessly spears you on top of him, you know it’s been months at least. you conclude it probably wasn’t for his lack of skill though, not with how he maintains a delicious pressure on your clit with those same digits he used on you earlier.

your core is calling again: this time it’s lava hot. whatever tension rick had you dripping at earlier is no comparison to the overwhelming internal buzz pulsing inside of you.

“fuck, honey, you’re gushin’ around me.”

you look down. he’s right; you’ve made a slick mess of both of your laps. the words to respond don’t make it to your mouth because rick is once again picking up the pace.

every time you coil around him, rick just adopts a more devastating pace. it’s like after months of going without, he’s doing everything in his power to be as deep inside of you as possible. any deeper and he’d be back in your throat.

“you gonna come again on my cock, baby?” the brunette murmurs in your ear.

“yes, sir.” you croak, not having the capacity to comprehend what your words were doing to him. unless your body and the mind of its own it had counted.

your core is reacting right on time to rick’s consistent teasing. “that’s it,” he encourages, applying even more pressure despite your shaking legs. every time you sink down onto him, you feel full to the hilt.

“ah, fuck.”

rick’s orgasm hits before your finale; nonetheless, his tightening embrace and desperate thrusts into you are just what you need. the contrast of your hot core with rick’s warm cum should make you sick with worry and maybe something else but you’re too fucked out and drawn into your peak to care.

sweat coats your brow and your hair is sticking up in every direction but you’re just swallowed up by the tightening in your core. swallowed by how full you feel. you feel like you could make even more of a mess on top of rick.

the jolt that reverberates through your core this time is galvanizing. you wonder if there was anything before this orgasm.

head laid forward against his chest, perfectly glistening tits rising and falling with each full breath, you are at peace. who knew that relieving rick of his stress could bring you so much pleasure?

and when you look up at him, all you can do is offer a pupil blown smile.

he might just like alexandria.

[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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¡No me toques!: Don't touch me!

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

maldito idiota!: fucking idiot!

amores: loves.

dormilones: sleepyheads.

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★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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[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.

[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!

[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.

[terrestrialnoob]

Possible Names for Dani Phantom!

I've said it before and will say it again, but the unimaginative naming of Danny Phantom is weighing on me again. Especially Dani and Danny. Sure, it's a funny gag the first time some one calls for "Danny" and both of them look up, but once Dani is freed from Vlad's manipulation and expecting her being just like Danny, and especially after she goes on a supposed Journey of Self Discovery and comes back still just Danny's clone, she should at least have a few ideas for her own identity and with it, her own name!

Most fans just use Ellie or Ella. If you want to maintain that nick name, then any "el" name will do. Ex. Isabel, Michelle, Maribel, Rachel, Annabel, Noel, Gabriel, Ariel, Eloise, Eliza, Elizabeth, Elowen, Eleanor, Elliot, Elaine, Electra.

People have used Stella or Estelle since she's introduced as being just as interested in space as Danny is. And you could build on that with other astronomy related names, or constellation names, like Celeste, Artemis (goddess of the moon), Andromeda (like the galaxy), Bellatrix (a star in the Orion constellation), Electra again (a star in the Pleiades cluster), or maybe Haley (like the comet) or Leia (from Star Wars).

Or, you can find a name with a meaning you personally think fits Dani's personality. Like how in the show, they excuse her not existing in more episodes by her wandering the world looking for meaning, so names that roughly mean wanderer, like Barbara, Beatrice, or Deirdre. Or, since she's a feisty little fighter, maybe a name associated with fighting, like Alexandria or Barbra/Bellatrix/Electra/Artemis again.

I personally enjoy the headcanon that Dani only likes space because she was supposed to as Danny's clone, and giving her a name like Stella but that matches the new interest you want to headcanon her with. For example, I like the fish/ocean interest @/copperpipes gave her in their AU, so like Morgan, Melody, or Mira. Oh! Maybe, she gets really into bugs! So like, Arachne or Adalia, or straight up Bee or Cricket. She could fukin' have pizza for the first time from Tony's "World Famous" Pizza and names herself Tony.

There's plenty to choose from and plenty of reasons to choose the name!

[guizika]

Oii Gui! It's so cool to see another Brazilian here, anyway. Could you do a Rick Grimes x Ftm!Reader? I've been looking for something like this for days, but I just can't find it, lmao. Sou só um pobre garoto que quer fanficar 😭

My boy

Rick Grimes x FTM! Reader

Cw - FTM! reader, you/yours pronouns, pet name (My boy), angst to fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You've always loved Rick, but due to some life situations you ended up drifting apart. But thanks to the apocalypse, you finally found each other again after so long apart.

Word count - 906

Well, during your teenage years you had several friends, including Rick. You've always been close, and Grimes was one of the people who supported you the most when you discovered you were trans.

Rick never judged you, always complimenting you and reaffirming how much of a man you were to him, making you fall in love with him little by little. During your first dose of testosterone he was there to support you, encouraging you and holding your hand. What's more, he saved up and gave you your first binder as a birthday present.

At that time you were absolutely sure that he liked you back in a romantic way, thinking about the different way he treated you. Rick even called you "My boy." And also the way he looked at you, his blue eyes expressed things he didn't have the courage to say out loud.

The fact is that Rick loved you, but he couldn't date you, at least at the time, because he knew his father would probably never accept it. Besides, he knew it would cause a lot of problems for both of you, so he never confessed anything. Well, he never gave you an explanation either, not wanting to fill your head with his worries and problems.

However, you had your heart broken when you saw that he had married Lori, thinking that you probably couldn't date him over anymore and that he had never really loved you. With no alternative, you decided to get over this ex-love of yours and then moved on - tried to move on in reality.

Well, for a while you stayed apart, even lost touch completely, becoming strangers again. Rick went on with his life and you went on with yours. You've made friends, lost friends, got a job, bought an apartment in the city and even met some interesting people, but it never came to anything.

That is, until the apocalypse happened, a lot of things happened, you lost your apartment, you lost your car, you were hunted by zombies and even by people. However, your journey took you to Alexandria, where you were finally able to start a new life.

...

You hear some noises and go outside to check that some new people have arrived. You quickly go to Aaron to find out who these new people are. "Hey Aaron, sorry to come here out of the blue, who are all these people?" You ask as some of them are being interviewed by Deanna.

Aaron just smiles at you and then lets out a sigh, starting to tell you a bit about the group he's found. However, when you hear the name of a member, you raise an eyebrow, a gesture that leaves the man in front of you puzzled.

"Do you know him by any chance?" Aaron asks, he stares at you for a few moments and then you finally work up the courage to speak. "I do, that is, if he's who I really think he is." Fear and concern for Rick's safety suddenly come over you, causing you to fall silent.

Aaron, realizing your state, tells you to go back into the house, something you do without question, needing some time to calm your mind.

...

A melody resonated in your head, making you sing it out loud while you were drying the dishes, a habit you've always had. In fact, your mother used to do this, so you probably picked up the habit from her.

Soon you hear a knock on the door. "I'm coming!" You shout from the kitchen, wiping your hands with a tea towel and going to open the door. "Sorry for the delay, I was drying some-" You stop as you realize who is standing in front of you.

"Rick..." You say in a whisper, afraid that maybe he's not real. It's certainly Rick, a little older and maybe even a little trimmer, but it's still him. Soon, you feel a sensation you haven't felt for a long time and then you're sure that you still haven't gotten over the passion you had for him in the past.

"You haven’t changed much, my boy." His words bring tears to your eyes and then, without a second thought, you wrap him in a tight hug, which is soon reciprocated by Rick.

"I've missed you so much..." Your voice comes out muffled because your head is buried in his shoulder. Hot tears run down your cheeks and then stain Rick's clothes, and he hugs you tighter as he hears your words.

"Me too, I'm sorry for letting you down, I never wanted to walk away from you, I just didn't want my dad to-" You cut him off. "I know, it's okay." In reality, you didn't know and it wasn't okay, but that's a conversation for another time.

"I just wanted my boy back, I've missed you so much these last few years..." He says, his voice coming out muffled because his head is buried in the crook of your neck. His words make you blush and then stop crying, pulling away slightly.

"And now you'll have all the time in the world to make up for it, but first we need to talk." With that, you pull him inside and close the door, taking him into the living room so you can talk in peace.

Maybe you'll finally be together after all this time, it's worth the risk…

Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed it, I loved doing this oneshot. Aliás, é realmente muito difícil achar fanfics do Rick com leitores FTM, eu amei o seu pedido! ♡

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[panditlaxminarayan]

Some people are struggle to find true love in their life and experiencing affection towards someone, other side some people might facing issue in Get Ex Back In Sydney.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Henry Here I wanted to say how the heck did Varina Get her name and also is there any Embarrassing baby pictures of Vari so that I can show it to Marissa?

Hey, Henry, Zach Varmitech here. Since I’m one of the people responsible for naming Varina, I’ll be answering this ask.

See below cut for full explanation ⬇️

Wellll, for starters it’s a bit of a complicated story. We knew Varina was going to be a girl early on, and this was hard for us since we had just lost Alexandria within the same year that we got pregnant with Varina.

Because of this Violet and I were very hesitant about picking out a name for Varina. Violet and I were both afraid of getting attached and losing her too if we named her, so we put it off until Mother’s Day of 2015, exactly 3 weeks before Varina was born, since she arrived early.

That morning Violet finally found the courage to go into the nursery the Zachbots and I had put together for Alexandria. Violet had not been in there since shortly after we lost Alexandria, so going in there was a big step for Violet in the mourning and healing process of losing our first child.

I found Violet asleep in a rocker with her mother’s Bible spread out on her lap. She had been reading it, taking solace in the following passage her mother had highlighted:

In the margins of the Bible her mother, Virginia “Dawn” Tyler, had written the names of Violet and all the babies she’d lost prior to and after having Violet. I knew then, kind of in the back of my mind, that Virginia should be part of Varina’s name.

For Violet’s mother, and for Violet herself, because Varina was the descendant of these two beautiful, strong, stubborn, loving, and unbelievably kind women, and she deserved to share a name with them.

After Violet and I spoke that morning; it was quite a long and heartfelt conversation about Varina, Alexandria, our relationship, Violet’s mother and father, and their similar struggles with having children; I hesitantly brought up the fact that we hadn’t picked out a name for Varina:

“I don’t wanna force you…it’s your choice, but we haven’t thought of a name for Baby Varmitech yet…last time we waited too, and then I ended up naming Alexandria after…after we lost her…that was hard. I just…I’d like to give Baby V a name now..but it’s up to you, we can wait…” I explained, tripping over my words, looking at Violet anxiously, hoping I had not upset her. Violet stared at her belly, rubbing a hand over the bump, she looked up at me with watery eyes, her lip trembling, “you’re right…she does need a name…I’m not sure if I am ready to name her, but maybe you can? You gave Alexandria a beautiful name, I trust your judgment.”

I felt myself relax, but I began to panic at the same time, “I-I don’t even know where to start…should I just look through the phone book and pick out a name or something?”

Violet laughed and pulled herself out of the rocker to go to a bookshelf in the nursery, “well, that’s an idea, but maybe a baby name book will be easier? The names are listed alphabetically with meaning, origin, and everything. This was the book my dad got for him and my mom when she was pregnant for the first time with Sterling. My mom ended up picking most of the names for my siblings and me, but they used this book a lot, it helped in their quest to find nature inspired names for all of us.”

I took the baby name book and started leafing through it. Me being me, I automatically went for the Z and V names. With Alexandria, I’d named her after my mom (my mom’s middle name is Alexandria) because she looked like my mom, and I used Rinella as her middle name because of the teacher who had helped keep Violet safe from her ex Travis on many occasions.

So, I didn’t get to use Z or V names the first go-around, but I wanted to…and with all our children after Alexandria they ended up getting Z or V names, but I digress, back to Varina…

As I was looking through the names my attention was drawn to two names in particular: Vera and Varina. These two names had been circled by Violet’s father with notes written in the margins expressing his interest in them.

Initially, Violet and I were hooked not on Varina, but Vera. Varina’s name was supposed to be Vera Vanica. We loved the meaning of Vera, which was: True. And the name Vanica means “gift of God.” So the name would have meant True gift of God. And since she was our rainbow baby after Alexandria, this would have been perfect.

But…this was not the name we used for her…we used it one child later…for Vera…for Varina we decided to go with her name for a few reasons: the meaning, the fact that as I mentioned before Varina would be partially named after her mother and grandmother, and the fact that Violet’s father had written this exact name in the margin of the baby book: Varina Virginia.

When we saw this name we read the meaning Violet’s father had come up with for the name, having scribbled it in the margins of the book: Varina - Strange, yet to be discovered; Virginia - Pure. The child, then, would have been named for the fact that she was a pure, unexpected gift. And our Varina was just that. She was our rainbow, a pure, unexpected gift after the storm of losing Alexandria and nearly our marriage.

And…because that all got a little heavy and depressing, here are some embarrassing baby photos…oh our child, our child…how we love thee…even when she’s too much like me…and her mommy.

(JIG Note: All images came from Pinterest, I tried to add the links to them but I, I mean the Zachbots, messed up. Btw I legitimately have a picture identical to the third image of me as a baby doing that, like mother like daughter).

Hope you enjoy, Henry, Marissa, and @bejeweled-wahlberg

-Zach V-

[blushdrunksa]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @canncnball, from alexandria lopez.

when he said he hadn't had a decent meal in years, she hummed, "burgers and fries at billy's it is, then?" she said and placed her sunglasses back on before climbing into her car and waiting for her ex to get in beside her. the moment she saw him...just the moment she looked at ryder, everything came flooding back and things had changed. in such a small amount of time.

[cultofdixon]

Put Your Head on My Shoulder…

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • Some nights you need your other half to help you get through it. Other times he knows to find you, when you really need it without even asking. • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“You’ve seen Y/N?” Daryl asks Rick after returning from a run with Aaron. The retired sheriff gave him a confused look before shaking his head.

“Haven’t seen them all day. You sure they didn’t leave with the group last night to the Kingdom?”

“‘M sure. They drew the short straw in watching Negan this morning and couldn’t go. Thought you would’ve seen’em during the shift change”

“Well I’ll keep an eye out for yea” Rick pats his shoulder on his way back to his house.

Daryl sighs taking his findings to the pantry before making his way to his place. He spotted Y/N’s shoes on the porch beside their gear as he did the same for their sake.

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“We have knives lying around the house. It’s the least we could do given…our main threat is behind bars..” Y/N kept their voice low thinking about how the Saviors war ended and remembering Maggie screaming on the field.

Daryl watches their face distort into discomfort from their own thoughts as he picked himself up from the couch bringing them into his embrace.

“Like leaving your shoes at the door huh? I can do that” Daryl reassures rubbing circles on their back until he knew they were relaxing in his embrace. “Hope yea know one of’em is gonna be under the mattress”

“Works for me”

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The house was quiet but not empty.

Daryl set down a few things he brought from the pantry. Thinking he could make something later with the rabbit he caught. But there was more important matters and that was finding his partner.

Checking the usual spots they’re in…

The living room where he’d usually find parts to an arrow, knowing Y/N makes his and extras to be shipped to other communities.

The garden that Daryl didn’t want in the first place but given how happy it makes Y/N, he’ll suffer kneeling in the dirt whenever they need him to

The basement, where they first stayed in when the house had more people. From the time they first arrived at Alexandria.

The masters where they moved into once the Saviors war was over, he’d usually find them asleep or reading one of their favorite books for the millionth time The Lord of the Rings. But given that’s an obvious spot. He wouldn’t find them there.

Daryl checked the empty rooms before coming to the conclusion that they aren’t there. It normally doesn’t take long to find Y/N…unless they needed a second alone. But he’s a tracker. He’ll find them.

“Hey Daryl mind—-“

“Lookin’ for somebody” Daryl interrupts Gabriel as he shrugged it off and let him do what he was doing.

The chapel, were they religious? Can’t remember the last time they’ve been in there.

“Daryl. Did you get our findings in the pantry?” Aaron joins Daryl in the main road walking beside him.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Did you take a few things?”

“Just what I claimed before we came back. The rabbit”

“Right. Think we can go on another hunt soon? Maybe rope in Y/N?”

“Yea see them?” Daryl thought asking another would give him more of an idea besides picking other spots they could be in.

“Not since we left. But I did hear Siddiq bring them up when I took Gracie for a checkup one we got ba—“

“Thanks Aaron, I’ve gotta go” Daryl cuts him off to head toward the infirmary leaving Aaron a bit confused.

“Oh okay?” He watches the archer go before going to Rosita’s to pick up Gracie.

The infirmary. They could be hurt. Negan could’ve hurt them.

Wait. Negan.

Daryl quickly ignored the infirmary and entered the cell that Morgan had made for a purpose that Rick is enforcing with Negan.

The second the ex-leader to the saviors spotted the archer enter the building, he immediately stood from the cot and went toward the wall thinking that would get him away from Daryl. But the man has a key. Just in case.

“Y/N was your guard earlier. Anything happen?”

“Shouldn’t you fucking ask them?” Negan snaps watching Daryl get closer to the cell as he held his hands forward in a stopping motion. “Nah alright. Earlier they left early from the stupid confessional shit I had to do. I didn’t do anything but argue with the fucking priest.”

Daryl heard the last bit and knew what triggered them to disappear from everyone else’s line of sight. But he pressed.

“About what?”

“Why do you—-“

“Answer or I’ll kick you in the balls again” Daryl threats watching the man cover himself while he sat back down.

“These confessions get heated. Cuz Gabriel wants to hear why I did it. What motivated me to kill a fuckton of people and steal from the innocent. But I dodge every question and today got annoying. Real fucking annoying that hell…part of it might have to do with your partner being there”

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“Come on Gabe. Ask me a different question”

“The purpose of these questions is to get you to confess. Let go.”

“Yeah? And where with that fucking get me?” Negan slams against the bars seeing no reaction from Gabriel but a flinch from Y/N watching from the door to the basement. “Seriously. Y’all think I’m the only one to kill to get my way through the world? I’ve done a whole lot more…like take advantage of people…their weaknesses…use them against themselves and watch them crumble beneath my foot” he yells this time making Gabriel rise to his feet to shove him away from the bars as Y/N held their chest a second glaring at the man behind the bars.

“Negan. Something positive may come your way if you just tell us why”

“Haven’t I already told yea when we both were about to die to a herd?”

“Not the whole story” Gabriel frowns returning to his seat as Negan brought himself back to the front staring directly at Y/N watching them tense when the eye contact was met.

“Yea think just cuz you’re on the other side of the bars that you haven’t done anything as bad as I?”

Gabriel noticed his attention was on Y/N as he did his best to divert. “Negan. We’ve all done bad.”

“Yeah yeah. And we turn to Jesus Christ as our lord and savior to forgive us for our sins. Hell the man died for us but the kicker? We keep on sinning…like what’s his name? Winger? The abuser that managed to live until the laws didn’t matter no more…doing my bidding until the new guy put a bullet between his eyes for the trembling individual behind’em?”

Y/N took a deep breath knowing Negan is talking about their ex. The ex that broken a rib or two and managed to get them to admit to paramedics that it was their fault. The same one that would yell at them for getting the wrong kind of milk or smiling whenever anybody else smile toward their direction. The same one that was assigned to hurt them when Negan decided to take both them and Daryl. The same…one that Daryl didn’t hesitate to take out when they were escaping. Only thing Negan got wrong was the bullet. Winger died to Daryl’s hand, yes. But literally.

“Leave them alone Negan.” Gabriel’s voice brought Y/N back to reality, making them leave after grounding a calming thought. Even if that was the promise of Daryl being back later.

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But even that thought couldn’t stick for long.

As the door opened to the roof of the windmill, Y/N lifted their head to the sound finding Daryl coming into view. He didn’t say anything. He got himself in the room with them, shutting the door, setting his crossbow down before bringing himself to sit beside them. Bringing himself close to them but also close enough to lean against the wall.

Y/N kept their attention on him for every second he’s been there watching him get comfortable. They straighten up a bit rubbing the rest of the tears away for that second, waiting for something.

Something Daryl instantly knew as he opened his arm for Y/N to instantly slot themselves in place. Resting their head against his shoulder feeling his arm wrap them up.

“Sorry I took so long” He whispers kissing the top of their head as Y/N couldn’t hold it in any much longer feeling the tears return.

“You’re here now…”

“Yeah…and I ain’t going anywhere” Daryl reassures bringing Y/N closer squeezing them slightly in his embrace. “I’m always gonna be here” he whispers listening to their cries start to slow and their body relax finally after the day they had.

But they weren’t moving any time soon and Daryl wasn’t leaving either.

[theoneswholivehq]

THE LAST LIGHT OF THE WORLD

With Madison Clark giving her life so that Alicia and Tracy Otto can start anew as adopted mother and daughter, Nick makes a shocking appearance, as well as Troy is hellbent to get his daughter back. Strand is trying to heal old wounds and make up for his past.

The CRM is destroyed and is now being rebuilt by some old ex-employees, including the newly reformed Jadis and Thorne, allowing new trading routes and survivors to seek asylum inside of The Hidden City. Alexandria is flourishing with the return of the Grimes family and is no longer starving. They have also started to establish trade routes with the newly formed Civic Republic Community, a fully rebuilt Hilltop, The Kingdom and The Commonwealth.

With Althea and Isabelle no longer on the run, Connie and Al have started a news station that reports on the apocalypse and gives word to anyone wanting to find their loved ones in the vast expanse of technology while also getting their stories. Cell phones are now being used thanks to the reactivation of electricity grids, the world is slowly rebuilding itself, hoping to find a cure with the blood of two immune survivors, Ellie Williams and Alicia Clark.

A WALKING DEAD/ZOMBIE VERSE DISCORD ONLY RPG. POST-All shows.

MOST WANTED