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xoxo-sarah · 4 months ago

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If the Roles Were Reversed

My Wife part 2

Part 1

↝a/n: I have been given so much love for the first part and I can't express how grateful I am for it. It fills me with so much joy when people express how much they like my work. I have been asked to make a part two and who am I to say no?

↝pairing: season 1!Daryl Dixon x wife!reader

↝warning: season 1 episodes 3 & 4, angst, death, arguing, gore, zombies, typical twd stuff, not proofread, Ed

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

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“You can't go, Daryl. Listen to me-” You threw your hands around, watching Daryl pace in front of you. The peaceful expression he once had, when he had reunited with you, was wiped clean off of his face.

He was told the news about Merle and instantly became furious. No matter how much you tried to calm him, it was no use.

His brother was out there. Daryl argued that Merle would be out there looking for him if the roles were reversed.

“Listen, there are too many.” You stepped closer, trying to make him understand, “After the racket everyone made trying to leave, I bet there’s even more now.”

“They left my brother on a roof.” You could tell he was trying his hardest not to yell at you. He was never one to take his anger out on the one person he loves more than anything in the world. He was always gentle with you, just like you deserved.

Sighing, you didn’t know how to counter that. As much as everyone who was waiting on the other side of the R.V wanted you to talk some sense into your husband, Daryl had a point. After all, he had gone out to find you, even against Merle telling him not to.

If it had been Daryl who they had left behind, you would’ve already been in the city, searching. Even if you had to go by yourself, it wouldn’t matter.

None of that changed the fact that it’s dangerous. You couldn’t let him go.

You just got him back.

“He was out of control, you know how he can get. I don’t think they had a choice.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself just as much as him.

Daryl’s nostrils flared, as he tried to calm himself. He didn’t want to lash out on you, he never did. But he was about to break. “Merle is a prick, but he’s my brother.”

With that, Daryl walked around the R.V, shoulder checking Shane, who looked disappointed that you hadn’t helped de-escalate the situation. Daryl was stubborn, there wasn’t much you could do.

Carol quickly went back to what she was doing, not wanting to seem like she was being nosey. Which didn’t do much considering everyone in the camp was waiting. After the brawl that had happened when Daryl was told about Merle, everyone was interested in how this whole situation would turn out. Everyone else tried hiding their obvious interest as Daryl came into view. You walked behind him, head hung low, defeated and slightly scared.

Daryl walked toward the box truck, ready to leave.

Rick walked over to you, “So?”

“You shook your head, “He’s not gonna change his mind. I tried.”

He nodded in understanding. Lori looked on at the interaction. She had been the one to offer Rick showing Daryl the way to Merle. She was adamant on it, but at the same time mad at him for leaving. It was almost like she was testing him, seeing if he would actually leave his family to be the heroic cop from before. She wanted him to choose her and Carl over ‘the right thing to do’.

Rick cleared his throat, “It’ll be alright,” he nodded fiddling with the gun holster before turning back around.

Glenn backed the box truck closer, Daryl impatiently standing in the back. You walked toward him when the vehicle stopped. He squinted down at you against the beating sun, watching as you climbed into the truck.

“What’re you doin’?”

“Going with you.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Four’s enough.”

You didn’t care if Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog were also going. You had stayed in the city for a while, you knew your way around. Plus, you would be going for a different reason than the rest. They were going for Merle, you were going for Daryl.

“Stay here.” His voice was softer now. Truthfully, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. You were safer at the camp, with people you had grown comfortable with in such a short amount of time. “They’ll need somebody who knows how to hunt for somethin’ to eat. Fish is gonna get old fast.” You cracked a smile at his slight humor at the situation. Still, you didn’t want him to leave.

Daryl stepped closer, bringing you into his arms, his head resting on yours. The stench of sweat, dirt, and god knows what else didn’t bother either of you. He didn’t care that you didn’t smell like the sweet shampoo he loved, and you didn’t care that he didn’t smell like the body wash that you had bought him the last time you had gone to the store, or the cologne you loved.

“Keep an eye on everybody,” He kissed your forehead, mumbling against the skin, as he stayed close. “Don’t let anyone mess with ya.”

“When do I ever?” A smile threatened to make an appearance. But it wasn’t the time. He was worried about his brother.

Rick walked by, casting a glance back at the two of you, nodding. Inhaling deeply, you moved away from Daryl, jumping down from the truck. He sent you one more look before pulling the roll-up doors down. You stood there, listening to the box truck’s engine start. You continued to stand there even after the truck faded into the distance.

Dale watched as you fiddled with the rag he had given you to wipe the sweat off your brow. You kept fidgeting; ever since Daryl left.

He was quick to offer you to help him keep watch, but you were elsewhere ever since you climbed onto the roof of the R.V. You were trying, Dale could tell. But he saw the gears turning in your head, greased with the terrible thought of what could happen to your husband. The thought of Daryl always overpowered any other thought.

His greyed eyebrows raised as you shot up from your seat.

“Think i’m gonna go help with the laundry. To keep myself busy.” Dale didn’t say anything, only moving out of your way so you could climb down.

Making your way to the quarry, you focused on the voices in the distance and the sharp rocks under your feet. You walked past Ed, who sat comfortably in the back of the car, smoking while keeping an eye on Carol. He glanced up, taking a drag of his cigarette. Ignoring him, you carefully navigate your way down the rocks toward where Carol, Jacqui, Andrea, and Amy sat.

“Can somebody explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?” Jacqui grumbled, watching Shane and Carl fail at catching frogs, their laughter echoing.

“The world ended. Didn’t you get the memo?” Amy wrung the water out of a shirt, flicking hair out of her face. Carol glanced back, looking at Ed. She saw you walking toward them. Sending you a small smile. “It’s just the way it is.” Her eyes fell back to her husband.

“Care for some help?” You squinted at the group through the sun beating down into your eyes. Jacqui motioned to a turned over bucket, “Please.” Giving a tightlipped smile, you sat down ,grabbing a scrub brush and a piece of clothing.

The way the women conversated put you at ease. It was familiar. People at the office that you worked at, were exactly like them.

“I do miss my Maytag.” Carol said, scrubbing clothes against the old washboard.

“I miss my Benz, my Sat Nav.” Andrea added.

“I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey.” Jacqui smiled.

Amy pouted, “My computer…and texting.”

“I miss my t.v. And wine. Especially after a long day.” You groaned, remembering the days after work; where you would come home, take your shoes off and get wine and a movie ready. Daryl would come home a little later and join you.

Your reminiscing was cut short by Andrea, “I miss my vibrator.”

Stopping your scrubbing, you looked up at her, a surprised chuckle leaving your lips.

“Ohhhhh.” “Oh my God!”

Carol glanced back at Ed, “Me too.”

You laughed harder, along with the others.

“What’s so funny?”

Just like that, the atmosphere was ruined. Ed walked down, instantly taking the joy out of the air.

“Just swapping war stories, Ed,” Andrea looked back at him, before looking over at Carol. “Yeah.”

Ed walked closer. From your spot beside Carol, you could feel Ed looming behind. Carol instinctively folded in on herself, head sinking into her shoulders.

“Problem, Ed?” Andrea glared at him.

“None that concerns you,” He took another puff of his cigarette, “and you ought to focus on your work. This ain’t no comedy club.”

Andrea huffed, plopping the brush in the tin bucket.

“Just trying to make the best out of a bad situation.” You looked at him, face blank. He stared down at you. You waited for him to say something else. Surprisingly he only blew the smoke out, throwing the butt away. He stepped back, lighting another. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the laundry. Andrea stood, walking toward him.

“Ed, tell you what, you don’t like how your laundry is done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here,” She threw the soaking wet piece of clothing in her hands at him.

He threw it back. Andrea gasped. “Ain't my job, missy.”

Amy stood, wanting to de-escalate the situation. She touched Andrea’s arm, “Andrea, don’t.”

“What is your job, Ed? Sitting on your ass, smoking cigarettes?”

You glanced at Carol, who sat quietly, still working.

“Well, it sure as hell ain’t listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch. Tell you what,” He motioned for Carol, who was out of her seat in a second. You grabbed her arm before she could fully stand up. You could see the fear and timidness in her eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go.” He continued to beckon her.

You stood, keeping a soft but comforting grip on her arm.

“I don’t think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed.” Andrea continued.

Carol glanced up from the ground for a split second, meeting your eyes. She didn’t want to cause any more trouble. She would be dragged back to camp by Ed if that meant nothing else would happen. She knew Ed, what he was capable of.

“And I say that’s none of your business.” Ed beckoned for Carol again. “Come on, now. You heard me.”

Carol moved away from your grip. Andrea turned to her, “Carol,”

“Andrea, please. It doesn’t matter.”

Ed glared at the interaction, “Hey, don’t think I won't knock you on your ass, just ‘cause you some college-educated cooze, alright?”

Andrea scoffed at the audacity of the male in front of her. You stepped forward, grabbing Carol by the shoulder. You weren’t about to let her go with him when he was clearly becoming hostile.

“Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later.”

You softly said her name, ignoring her husband’s glare, and stepped closer to her in a protective manner.

“So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed?” Jacqui piped up for the first time since Ed walked over. “Yeah, we’ve seen them.”

Ed chuckled, “Stay out of this,” his harsh gaze pierced through his wife. “Now come on! You know what, this is none of y’all’s business. You don’t want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now I am done talkin’. Come on!”

You cringed at his words, moving in front of Carol as he walked closer. He ignored you, reaching around to grab at her arm with a harsh grip. The embarrassment was clear on her face. He pulled, knocking your balance slightly off as he yanked Carol from behind you. Her shoulder crashed into yours, feet moving in a jumble over your own.

“No. No, Carol. You don’t have-”

Carol muttered something under her breath, ignoring Andrea.

Ed swung around, spitting in Carol’s face. “You don’t tell me what! I tell you what!” His grip tightened, jagged nails biting into the soft skin of her upper arm. She whimpered quietly at the force. He raised his hand, striking her against the face. Gasping, you caught her as she fell back, grabbing her reddening cheek.

Everyone clamoured; Andrea hitting and pushing him away, you cursing him as Carol started crying. She fell further into you, as you held her protectively, hauling her away from him.

Ed was pulled back and thrown to the ground, before being dragged by the back of his shirt. Shane threw him further into to the ground, before throwing a punch, and another straight after.

“No!” Carol cried, trying to get away. Shane kept throwing punches, more skin breaking every time his fist hit Ed’s face. Carol covered her mouth, body swaying.

“Shane, stop!” “Enough! Enough!” “Just stop!”

Shane stopped, pointing a finger in Ed’s swollen and bloodied face. “You put your hands on your wife, your little girl, or anybody else in this camp one more time, I will not stop next time. Do you hear me?” He grabbed Ed’s face, squishing it in the process. “Do you hear me?!”

Ed slurred, “Yes.”

Shane let go, pointing again. “I’ll beat you to death, Ed.” With one final punch, he stood, kicking the man on the ground and walking away.

“God!” Carol cried, using strength you had never seen from her before, to break from you, running over to her husband.

The tension in the camp was suffocating after that. There was a tiny victory after Andrea and Amy went fishing and brought back dinner, but it was short lived. Jim had been found digging graves, which disturbed a lot of you.

Night fell and everyone began eating the fish-fry.

You smiled at Sophia as she passed the pan of fish. She was well-mannered; all thanks to Carol. She was a shy girl, but became a seemingly different kid when she was around other kids. She found friends in a world that would probably take them away before you could blink. She, along with the other kids, didn’t understand what was out there, all of the bad. They held an innocence that would be demolished in front of your eyes.

“I gotta ask you, man. It’s been driving me crazy.” One of the men that you met in the city, Morales, spoke up, directing it at Dale.

“What?”

“That watch,” he pointed at the watch on Dale’s wrist.

Dale smiled, “What’s wrong with my watch?”

Morales continued, “I see you everyday, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass.”

“I’ve wondered this myself.” Jacqui smiled.

Dale threw his hands up playfully, “I’m missing the point.”

You looked between him and his watch, the fire casting a warm gleam over it, brightening the brown leather.

“Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while.” Jacqui shrugged her shoulders.

“But there’s you, everyday, winding that stupid watch.” Morales raised his eyebrows at the old man.

“Time- it’s important to keep track, isn’t it? The days, at least. Don’t you think, Andrea? Back me up here.”

They shared a knowing look, their faces glowing in the fire from where you sat. She sent him a seemingly warning glare, but his smile didn’t falter.

“I like- I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said “I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father’s before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, not that you may forget it for a moment now and then, and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.””

Huh,” Morales nodded at the answer, not really expecting it.

Everyone sat in silence around the fire, before Amy broke it, “You are so weird.”

Laughter echoed as you took a swig of beer. It wasn’t wine, but it wasn’t pure water so it would do.

“It’s not me. It’s Faulkner, William Faulkner.”

Amy rolled her eyes at Dale.

The older man chuckled, “Maybe my bad paraphrasing.”

Amy stood, walking away from the fire. Andrea stopped her, “Where are you going?”

“I have to pee.” The younger sister raised her brows, “Jeez, you try to be discreet around here.” She quickly walked off, toward the R.V.

Dale turned to you, “What about you? You fiddle with that on your wrist.” You looked down at the bulky thing around your wrist. “Was my dog’s collar.” Dale’s smile turned sad. While rushing out of your house, you had grabbed the collar from the leash you would walk her around the block with. Her name was embroidered; a gift from Daryl when he first surprised you with a puppy.

You tightened it into a bracelet, holding her memory close. Truthfully, you had forgotten about it being on your wrist. You didn’t notice how much you fidgeted with it. Dale did, when you were on watch with him.

You didn’t think about the dog for long.

The R.V door opened, and Amy stepped out. “We’re out of toilet paper?” She yelled. Before she could get an answer, a hand grabbed her forearm from behind the other side of the door. She stood in shock as a walker moved closer to her. She screamed, feeling the walker bite down.

Your head instantly snapped up, eyes growing wide at the sight. More walkers came from each direction, limping forward. Everyone screamed, jumping up. Parents grabbed their kids, others grabbed weapons. Gunshots echoed, making your ears ring. You were quick to instinctively reach for your gun. Unfortunately, that gun was still in Glenn’s bag with no bullets.

A hand on your shoulder had you swiveling around, pushing the walker that simply snarled at you. Pushing with all your strength, you didn’t wait for it to hit the ground before you were running.

Another walker stumbled toward you from behind, dirty nails digging into your skin. This walker was closer, a stench wafting into your nose before you could push it away. You tried, but from the angle in which the walker had grabbed you, you could only push its head away, fingers avoiding its snipping teeth.

You screamed, still hearing Shane unload his gun in the distance.

Andrea wailed, watching another walker bite a gash out of Amy’s shoulder, right where her neck meets it.

The grip tightened on you, making you hiss. Their nails were long and had the bite to prove it. One final hit had the walker staggering back, grip falling off. You turned, running toward the R.V, where Shane, Lori, Carol, Morales, and their families were. More gunfire rang out.

Making it to the vehicle, you turned back, seeing Daryl and the others coming out of the woods. He was the first out, head snapping in ebery direction. The other were soon to follow.

Daryl spotted you. He looked around, making sure no more walkers were around, before running toward you. Your bodies collided, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He pulled back, “You hurt?”

“No, i don’t think- I don’t know.”

You were in shock, your jumbled words and wide eyes proving it. You couldn’t think. You rubbed where you were scratched.

In your time since the world ended, you had hidden in the top floor of a building. If you were ever met with danger, you always had a gun or knife handy.

Tonight, you were completely unprepared.

In the dark, you couldn't tell if the skin of your arm was broken. Clinging back to Daryl, you turned your head to where Andrea laid beside Amy. Blood pooled around them. Amy’s body went limp, sending Andrea to sobs. Closing your eyes tightly, you turned back to Daryl, pushing your face into his neck. He held you close, hiding the shake in his hands.

He had heard your scream.

That’s what had him running through the woods with only you in mind, leaving the other behind.

Part 3

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harrysfolklore · 1 year ago

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husband and wife - harry blurb

those harry pics gave me major new husband!harry vibes so here we are, hope you enjoy !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The Caribbean sun, the man you loved and your friends. There was definitely no better way to start the year.

In good old fashion, you decided to travel down to Anguilla for New Years, just like you did back in 2019 and it ended up being one of your best trips ever.

You were soaking up some sun, laying comfortable on a beach chair and occasionally sipping on the fruity drink Harry provided for you earlier, totally blissful as you enjoyed the moment.

That was until a muscular body that you knew too well blocked the sun for you.

“Enjoying yourself, gorgeous?” Harry asked, in his shirtless glory and wearing just some black swimming trucks.

“I was a few seconds ago,” you teased, “You know, before someone interrupted me.”

“Heyyyyy,” he used his topical fake hurt voice, “That’s not a nice way to talk to your husband.”

You smiled at this, feeling butterflies on your stomach as he called himself your husband.

It happened after the end of the tour and before his infamous haircut. Your weeding took place on your Italy villa and all your close friends and family were there to celebrate your love. It was a beautiful and intimate ceremony that everyone always would hold close to their hearts.

The public and fans still had no idea about it and you loved how much you were enjoying your marriage with that kind of privacy.

“That’s right, you’re my husband now,” you said as Harry squeezed himself next to you on the beach chair, “I can’t bully you like I used to.”

“Mr and Mrs Styles, come join us!” Jeff’s voice interrupted was Harry was about to reply and made you turn your heads his way, noticing that your friends were gathering around to watch the sunset.

“I think we’re good mate,” Harry replied sassily, “Don’t feel like sharing my wife right now.”

Your friends laughed at this, yelling some stuff like “you’re whipped!” and “she must be sick of you.

“You’re mean to them.” You joked, closing your eyes and leaning into him, feeling his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“They deserve it, they haven’t let me be alone with you all day,” he shrugged, making you roll your eyes and look up at him, holding his jaw and rubbing the stubbled skin of his chin, “Besides, an I mean for wanting to love on my wife?”

“You’re not,” you said, grazing his bottom lip with a smile on your face, “You drive your wife absolute mad.”

Harry smirked, throwing his head back at your words and grabbing your chin to kiss your lips.

“I love to hear you call yourself my wife,” he smiled widely, his eyes full of love and glee, “I still can’t believe we’re married, It’s the best thing that happened this year.”

You only smiled, connecting your lips again before Jeff’s voice interrupted you one more time,

“Seriously lovebirds, get in here. You already had your honeymoon!”

Harry groaned as he let go of your lips, standing up and facing your friends.

“Fine, we’ll join you,” he grabbed your hand to walk towards them, “Don’t you hate when lonely people ruin the moment for happy couples?” Harry said to you, making the entire group laugh.

“We’re literally married!” Glenne said, pointed to herself and Jeff.

Harry only shrugged with a smug face, sitting down beside Tommy and pulling you to his lap, laying his chin on your shoulder.

The sun sank lower, painting the sky pink and golden. Harry's arm was around your around your waist and he occasionally placed kisses on your shoulder as you engaged in conversation with your friends.

"This is perfect." You leaned back into him, whispering so only he could hear him, his heartbeat steady against your back and his breath hitting your neck.

"Absolutely perfect," Harry whispered back in agreement, his lips grazing your skin as he nestled closer.

You were starting the year at one of your favorite places, surrounded by your friends and as husband and wife, and you couldn't wait to see what 2024 had in store for your perfect life together

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kittyfletcher · 2 years ago

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me, a puerto rican:

y’all: finally the EVIL summer is over!!!!!!!! getting ready for my one true bae fall!!!!!! pumpkin spice and aesthetic here i COME!!!!!!

me, a northener:

#glenns talkative madness #hurricane lee #puerto rico

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rickydoodahgrimez · 3 months ago

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─────── ✰ how rick is with pregnant!reader

so you two could meet before or after the apocalypse idrc

but i think you get pregnant around the prison era, not early on but like in season 4 when people get sick

i'm acc not surprised you got pregnant since you and rick are dirty dogs and doing the boombaya almost every second

you two are acc worse than glenn and maggie

so i'm thinking a few days before the disease, you already started throwing up and rick's already worried but you already start to suspect that your pregnant

when people are starting to get the sickness, rick thinks you have it and tells you to quarantine to get better and you have a kind of argument and then you exclaim that your pregnant

rick doesn't even know how to feel

all he thinks about in that moment is lori and how she ended up and he doesn't want that to happen to you

so unfortunately, since i like drama, instead of rick comforting you, he walks out of the room without saying anything

you basically think that he hates you and you start crying and maggie comes into the room and starts comforting you

you explain the situation at hand and being the sweet girl she is, maggie says 'why would he hate you?' 'he would never'

since your pregnant and hormones are all over the place, you start being sassy and maggie is like 'bitch be so fr'

twenty minutes later, somehow glenn knows 😊

and since everyone knows that glenn can't keep a secret, twenty minutes later everyone knows 😊

you thought that you would be mad but for some reason, your not

your acc kind of relieved that your not the only one knowing of the inhabitant inside your stomach

it's now nightfall and rick sees you sitting on the grass, on watch and he decides to sit next to you

he'd seemed to regain his mind to come and talk to you after a long talk from hershel

he then tells you that he's scared if you'll end up like lori and then you reassure him you won't blah blah blah

now that the angst is gone let's talk about rick with you 😼

10,000x more protective

you're not allowed on runs or on watch anymore, you just have to stand there and look beautiful 😊

you acc find it annoying because no one's even disagreeing with him. helping out with farming? fuck no. killing walkers by the fence? fuck no. going on runs? fuck no. taking care of the animals? fuck no.

you honestly can't do anything except do story time which makes you want to kill yourself

other than that, i feel like you start showing before everyone gets split up because of the g*vernor

and i'm telling you, rick goes FERAL

like you can't even walk past him without him grabbing your waist and taken you up to the guard tower

you two use the guard tower more than glenn and maggie at this point 🤷‍♀️

but also, i feel like he would be so gentle with you, rubbing your back and holding your hair up as you vomit and him having a hand at bottom of your back as you two walk together

the angst is back :)

honestly, i want you to be separated from rick and carl when the prison goes down but even i know that rick won't let you out of his sight

by now your like two or three months pregnant (i'm not good at maths)

and since your on the road, your injured (only a bit or rick would go feral), your under the hot sun and you currently have no food or water

so there's symptoms obviously 😼

you feel lightheaded, you feel dizzy but you obviously don't tell rick because you're a STUBBORN bitch

but because he loves you so much, he already notices :)

and so get ready bitch, because guess what, he fucking picks you up BRIDAL STYLE

MY MANS BLEEDING, HE HAS INJURIES SND CAN BARELY EVEN WALK

and he picks you up like you weigh nothing to him?? every when you're pregnant?

bro js fucking impregnate me already

so now we're at terminus and when the guy on the roof to line up in front of the container, and he's pointing the gun at your head

and rick is death staring him. he wanted to put that mf six feet for even looking at you

then rick, daryl and them lot get taken out of of the container for their heads to be chopped off yh and ricks mouths 'i love you' as he is forced to walk out

you guys leave terminus after hearing bombs and shi and you meet up with judith and you are cuddling her to your chest, protecting her the whole time and rick js wants to impregnate you again 😊

then we see gabriel and the church and shi and even before gabriel talks to you rick is already shooting him a glare, wrapping an arm around your waist

i can't really think about anything else that happens at the church except from when those dickheads who ate bobs leg cake to the church and he could barely speak about you on your baby bump before he was getting killed :)

aaron comes next and he says that he left medication medicine that will help with the baby and omg rick is giving him the deadliest glare

when aaron tells him that he can trust him, he's like bitch be so fr? like im going to risk the mother of my baby's life?

so he uses the applesauce that he says it's for judith on him :)

when the rest come back form them checking if what aaron says is legit, rick guided you to a small area and he's acc bare nervous

he's fidgeting with his fingers, biting his lip, running his hands through his hair and you finally find out why :)

then, he does some long ass speech ab how much you are to him, how excited he is to be a father to your child, then he pulls out a ring :))

he doesn't get down on one knee, saying how fucking rom com it is and they're in the middle of the fucking apocalypse

you have celebratory sex after :)) you guys try to be very quiet tho :)

there's not that much more that i can write about but when you get to alexandria, your water breaks :)

while you're in labour, your screaming that rick will never touch you again (you know that's a lie) while he winces as you squeeze his hand while he muttered praises to you

it's a girl :)

you guys actually think of a wholesome name for her (unlike carl who named his baby sister after his fucking middle school teacher. like what the fuck??)

you guys live a happy life with your baby (but then you get pregnant again in a few weeks because you can't keep your hands off this fine specimen)

im going feral :)

#rick grimes x reader #headcanons #pregnant!reader #rick grimes headcanons #rick grimes x pregnant!reader #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #rick grimes fluff #prison era #rick grimes x fem!reader #terminus #alexandria #rickydoodahgrimez

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 8 days ago

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"Congressman ‘GT’"

Chapter Two: Tangled Bonds in the Study

Featuring Rep. Glenn "GT" Thompson

The Thompson family home in Howard, Pennsylvania, stood as a monument to tradition, its red-brick exterior glowing warmly in the late autumn light. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted vegetables and apple pie, a comforting backdrop to the tension that had simmered all day. Earlier, the house had buzzed with the laughter of GT’s son, Kale, and his husband, Phil Green, who were visiting for the weekend. But the atmosphere had shifted when Rep. Glenn "GT" Thompson, a stocky, bald man with a rugged presence, returned from an errand to find Kale and Phil in a compromising position.

"Shit," Phil had muttered, while Kale blurted, "Dad!" GT, his broad face flushed with a mix of shock and something unreadable, turned and left the room without a word. Phil spent the rest of the day avoiding GT, his heart pounding with the fear of confrontation. Dinner passed uneventfully—Penny, GT’s wife, seemed oblivious to the earlier incident, chatting warmly with Kale as they planned a walk around the property to enjoy the crisp evening air. Phil, claiming exhaustion, excused himself after the meal, eager to escape the weight of GT’s unspoken judgment.

After a quick shower, Phil stepped into the hallway, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his dark brown hair still damp. He noticed a soft glow spilling from GT’s office door. As he passed, GT’s gravelly voice called out, “Phil, could you come in here?”

Phil’s stomach lurched, but he pushed the door open and stepped inside. GT sat behind his desk, the warm light of a lamp casting shadows across his broad, ruddy face. His blue eyes, sharp yet kind, crinkled slightly as he smiled. GT’s stocky frame filled the leather chair, his bright yellow polo shirt with the "Thompson/Center" logo stretched across his robust chest and noticeable midsection. His black pants were held up by a brown leather belt with an American flag buckle, and his white athletic shoes peeked out from beneath the desk. A watch gleamed on his left wrist, and his wedding ring glinted on his left hand, a second ring—possibly a class ring—on his right.

“Something wrong…” Phil mumbled, his voice tight with nerves.

“No, Phil,” GT assured him, his tone steady but firm. “Everything’s fine. We need to talk. While Kale and his mother are out on their walk.”

“About this afternoon…” Phil started, his heart racing as he braced for the worst.

“Yes, this is about the afternoon,” GT said coldly, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. Phil’s pulse quickened. “I’m not mad about what you were doing. You’re adults. It was where you did it. Imagine if Penny had been the one to see you and her little boy?”

“You understand?” GT’s voice softened, but there was an edge to it, a warning.

“I think so,” Phil replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Desperate to shift the conversation, he gestured to the scattered letters on the desk. “Need some help with those?”

“No, no, just catching up on work,” GT said, leaning back in his chair, his deep voice resonating in the small room. “But thank you, Phil.”

Phil stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. His heart pounded like a war drum, a dangerous mix of fear and desire coursing through him. He’d fantasized about GT for months—the older man’s rugged masculinity, his powerful build, the way his presence filled a room. Now, standing so close, Phil could smell GT’s aftershave, a heady mix of cedarwood and musk. “GT,” Phil began, his voice trembling, “I’ve always admired you.”

GT’s thick brows lifted, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Admired me, huh?” He chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest. “What’s that about?”

“Yes,” Phil whispered, stepping even closer, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch GT’s robust arm. He could see the faint stubble on GT’s jaw, the slight flush in his cheeks. “Your strength, your presence… your body.” The last word slipped out like a confession, raw and unguarded. Phil’s hazel eyes darkened with desire, the air between them crackling with tension.

GT’s breath hitched, his amusement fading into something more primal. He felt a stirring deep in his core, a heat he hadn’t acknowledged in years. His trousers tightened uncomfortably as he processed Phil’s words. Before he could respond, Phil leaned in, capturing GT’s lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. GT froze for a moment, then his hands found Phil’s waist, pulling him closer, his fingers digging into the firm flesh beneath Phil’s towel.

The kiss deepened, GT’s tongue exploring Phil’s mouth with a roughness that made Phil moan softly. Phil’s hands moved with purpose, fumbling with GT’s belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet study. He knelt before GT, his eyes locked on the older man’s face as he tugged down GT’s trousers. GT’s 7.5-inch cut cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the big head already glistening with pre-cum. Phil’s breath caught at the sight, his own 6.5-inch erection straining against the towel.

Phil leaned in, his lips brushing the tip of GT’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. He swirled his tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, before taking GT fully into his mouth. GT groaned loudly, his hands tangling in Phil’s dark brown hair, guiding him with an urgency that spoke of his need. “Fuck, Phil,” GT rasped, his voice gravelly with desire. “You’re good at this.”

Phil’s lips slid up and down GT’s length, his cheeks hollowing with each suck, the wet sounds filling the room. He took GT deeper, the head hitting the back of his throat, making his eyes water. Phil’s tongue worked relentlessly, tracing the veins, flicking over the slit, drawing ragged moans from GT. “Just like that,” GT growled, his hips bucking slightly, pushing himself deeper into Phil’s mouth. Phil gagged softly but didn’t pull back, his hands gripping GT’s strong thighs for support.

Phil pulled back for a moment, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting his lips to GT’s cock. He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking firmly as he caught his breath. “So I’m guessing you’re the top in your marriage,” GT said, his voice low and teasing, though his eyes were dark with lust. “Kale always seemed to me like the bottom type.”

Phil nodded, his cheeks flushed, before diving back in, sucking and stroking with renewed vigor. GT’s head tipped back, a deep moan escaping him. “Thought so,” GT said, his voice rough. “With this Thompson, you’re a bottom. Now take your clothes off.”

Phil stood, his towel falling to the floor, revealing his solid, medium-to-stocky build. GT’s eyes roamed over him, taking in the defined muscles, the smooth skin, and Phil’s hard cock. “Over here,” GT motioned, pointing to the desk. Phil lay back, his legs spreading wide, an invitation GT couldn’t ignore.

GT moved over him, their bodies aligning. His hands explored Phil’s body, caressing his chest, pinching a nipple, which elicited a sharp gasp from Phil. “You like that, huh?” GT murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers traveled lower, teasing Phil’s entrance, while his other hand grasped Phil’s cock, stroking it in sync with his probing fingers. Phil cried out as GT forced a second finger inside, stretching him.

“Oh, Phil, you’re so tight—what an ass you have on you,” GT growled, his voice dripping with lust. He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock, pressing against Phil’s slick entrance. With one firm thrust, GT entered him, the feeling of tightness and warmth overwhelming. Phil cried out, his back arching off the desk, his hands clutching GT’s broad shoulders. GT’s cock, thick and veiny, stretched him to the limit, the bulbous head popping in before sliding deeper.

“Shhh,” GT hissed, leaning over Phil, his breath hot against Phil’s ear. “Don’t want anyone hearing us.” The pace was relentless, GT’s hips snapping forward with each thrust, his balls slapping against Phil’s ass. The sounds of their coupling were raw—skin against skin, the squelch of lubrication, moans and grunts of pleasure. Phil’s cock throbbed, neglected until GT’s hand enveloped it, pumping in time with his thrusts.

“You feel so good,” Phil gasped, his voice breaking as GT hit just the right spot inside him. “Harder, GT—please.”

GT obliged, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, his breathing heavy like a locomotive. “You’re mine tonight,” GT growled, his blue eyes locked on Phil, watching every expression of pleasure cross his son-in-law’s face. The only sounds in the room were Phil’s gasps with each deep thrust and GT’s ragged breathing as he fucked Phil hard and fast.

The climax built like a storm, inevitable and powerful. Phil came first, his seed spilling over GT’s hand, his body clenching around GT’s cock. The tightness pushed GT over the edge, and with a deep moan, he buried himself deep, filling Phil with his warmth, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

They lay there, panting, the room now heavy with the musk of sex and sweat. GT pulled back, looking down at Phil, his face a mix of awe and satisfaction. No words were needed; the connection was visceral, a secret now theirs to keep, hidden within the walls of the Thompson family home.

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