#i caught a flu so maybe it's flu brain that found this hysterical

[phoebepheebsphibs]

*sees a guy in full cammo walking out of the grocery store*

Me: whoah did you see that?

Other person: no

Me: neither did I

[easnuppa]

Secret feelings

A special thanks to the wonderful @crossbows-and-moonshine for helping me with beta reading! You are truely wonderful and special and i apretiate you lots and lots!!!

Summary

my female o/c is one of the orignial group members in the walking dead, she have always known her place with them and since the world ended she have bonded with them and sees them as her new family, until one of the men starts to shine alittle brighter then the rest in her eyes.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x ofc

Warnings: description of violence, language, mention of rape.

Chapter 1: Prologue

There it was again, that weird smirk and that knowing look that seemed to be contagious throughout the group that had become her family after the world went to shit. Everytime she entered the common room inside the prison, or she stepped outside to work the fences, people would have that shit eating grin and that knowing look plastered on their faces, it was starting to get on her nerves. What was it that they knew that she didnˋt? The only person that was acting somewhat normal, normal for him at least was Daryl.

Her heart started beating faster just thinking about the man. She gave herself a mental slap in the face, she had to stop this nonsense, the man was her best friend, had been ever since that night at the CDC. There had not been enough rooms for everyone, so she had the choice to either bunk up with Glenn or Daryl, the choice had been easy, Glenn had given her the creeps before he met Maggie and fell for her, Daryl seemed as antisocial as her self, so she had just trudged into the room behind him and placed her scarce belongings on the floor.

At first Daryl had seemed annoyed, but she had simply shrugged and stated all the other rooms where taken by the rest of the group. He had accepted her statement quietly, until later that night, after they had all had filled their bellies with food and drinks. She could not remember the last time she had gotten that wasted. Daryl had seemed pretty far gone too, he had actually cracked a few jokes with the rest of the group and when they had all turned in, he had turned into quite a chatterbox. They had stayed up most of the night talking, and from that night on they had become real close. He had accepted her wanting to learn about tracking and hunting, he had let her tag along when he had searched the woods for Sophia, he had also accepted that she had placed her tent right next to his, after that devastating day when they learned that Sophia had turned and had been locked away in Hershelˋs barn. She had quietly sat with him every night, given him her comfort and support and he had not even once tried to push her away.

They were friends, best friends infact, so why had her stupid heart decided that it was gonna fuck up what meant the most to her in this shitty world now? It had hit her like a brick wall when Daryl had not come back from the mission to save Glenn and Maggie from the crazy Governor. Rick had explained to her that Daryl had met up with his long lost brother Merle in Woodbury. No one had wanted Merle back in the group, and Daryl had been forced into a corner, he had to choose between his blood and his new family, he had chosen his brother. She could not blame him, she understood, but it hurt none the less. It actually hurt so much that she had cried herself to sleep every night, clutching Darylˋs pillow, embracing the smell of him that still lingered faintly in the fabric. Then it had hit her like a sledgehammer, she not only thought of him as her bestfriend, she had actually grown feelings for him on a deeper level, and then he was gone. After realizing this she had decided that she needed to be around him, not that she would ever tell him how she felt about him, she knew that would only ruin everything, that he would never in a million years return her feelings. He was simply not the type of guy that swooned over a simple girl like her. She could accept the fact, she just needed him around. So she had packed up her things, and decided that since he had left, she would too, she would use the skills he had taught her and find them.

But destiny had something else in store for her. When she had entered the prison gates and was making her way into the forest line, a truck had burst through the gates surrounding the prison and walkers had spilled out into the yard. A few more trucks had pulled up as well and shit hit the fan again. The Governor had retaliated and was peppering her friends and family with bullets. She had shrugged off her backpack and joined her new family in the fight, and suddenly out of nowhere he was there, in front of her, fighting by her side once again. Her heart had soared from joy and she had found new strength that she did not know she possessed. From that day until now, things had gone back to how it was before he had left. Well almost the same, now she felt like a giddy schoolgirl every time he was around. She felt nervous and weird, her palms sweaty, her pulse racing, light headed, she blushed more easily and always in the wrong moments. She giggled hysterically every time Daryl cracked one of his dry jokes, that had just made her snort earlier. She knew she was being ridiculous, she knew people would start to notice if she did not pull her act together soon, but she could simply not help it. It was like the idiotic behaviour forced itself out no matter how hard she tried to supress it.

"Ey, ya in there? Ya cominˋ or what?" she felt a nudge to her shoulder and her head snapped up, her eyes locking in on the most sky blue eyes she had ever seen. She shook her head slightly and forced her trail of thoughts to the back of her head. A wide smile forced her lips to part and she could feel the heat creep up her neck and cheeks. She cleared her throat and brushed off the dead leaves that were clinging stubbornly to her hot skin on her thighs. "Mmm," she had to force the sound out, she knew talking was no use, her brain went to mush when she stared into his eyes, and she turned into a blabbering airhead. No, she was definitely not gonna make an ass out of herself today. They were going hunting, the group was in desperate need of food, and she needed to concentrate. She silently walked next to Daryl through the gates, Carol giving her that same look as Maggie had given her a few minutes earlier. She felt her cheeks heat up again and she lowered her head so that her long blonde bangs would cover the blush, she would simply die if Daryl noticed it.

Being out in the quietness of the forest felt refreshing, away from the prison that some days seemed to close in on her. Away from the group and the weird looks. Just her, the animals and Daryl. Daryl was so much like her, he enjoyed the silence, she did not have to wrack her brain to come up with some nonsense to talk about with him. It was like they had this silent understanding, and right now it suited her better than most days. They had caught a string of squirrels each, a couple of rabbits and from the looks of it, it was about mid day, maybe early afternoon and she knew they had to start thinking about heading home. She wished that they could just stay out here for the night, but roaming the woods at night wasnˋt safe, even for skilled hunters like they were.

She wiped her forehead that was now drenched in sweat and she tied up her hair in a loose bun on the top of her head. The heat and the humidity was almost suffocating her. She felt a bottle being shoved into her hands, she looked at the bottle filled with clear water, and Darylˋs callous fingers wrapped around it. She blinked and took it, as she took a large swig of the cool water she gave him a grateful smile, earning a nod in return.

"Weˋll rest up here and then head back," he said shortly before he slumped down onto the mossy forest floor. She followed his example and had another swig before she handed him back his water bottle. Her eyes were glued to him as he took a large swig, a drop of water escaped his lips and trickled down his chin and his throat. She swallowed hard and had to tear her gaze away, the fluttery feeling she had in the pit of her stomach was too much right now, she felt the heat color her cheeks again and she ducked her head down, embarrassed that her body was acting up like this.

"Whaˋs the matter with ya, ya cominˋ down with the flu or sumthin’?" she jumped slightly when Darylˋs gruff voice suddenly broke the silence. She shook her head, trying to get a grip on herself yet again.

"No, just the heat. This summer has been pretty harsh, donˋt you think?" Daryl just shrugged his shoulders,

"Sˋ nothinˋ worse than normal, ya would tell me if sumthinˋ was up?" she nodded.

"Of course, but thereˋs nothing," she lifted her gaze and met Darylˋs squinting look. She tried to give him a reassuring smile.

"I promise," she let out what she hoped sounded like a carefree laugh. Daryl seemed to settle with her statement and they started on the long trail back to the prison.

Dinner had been cooked and almost inhaled in the common area. It was not nearly enough to satisfy their hunger completely, but at least it was something. People seemed content as her gaze went over all her familyˋs faces. She smiled to herself, it was weird how so many different people had bonded so strongly, her eyes landed on Daryl as he was sitting leaning on the railings of the staircase leading up to the second floor of cells. That was his usual spot after dinner, if they were not scheduled for guard duty out in the guard tower. Her smile grew bigger without her noticing, until she felt a slight nudge to her side. She looked over and met Carolˋs shit eating grin.

"Did you tell him yet?" she cocked a brow quizzically at Carol, Carol rolled her pretty light blue eyes at her. Carol and Maggie were probably the two females she had grown closest to in the group, Carol was almost like a mother to her and Maggie was like a sister.

"Donˋt act stupid, it doesnˋt suit you much," she pushed a string of pale blonde hair behind her ear.

"I can promise you, it's not an act, I don't know what youˋre talking about," Carol sighed deeply.

"Silly girl, itˋs obvious to everyone that you have feelings for him, you should tell him," she inhaled sharply, was she that transparent? Everyone knew about how she felt for Daryl, oh fucking christ, did Daryl know? She wished a black hole would open up and pull her under. "Donˋt look so shocked, itˋs understandable that you harbor feelings for him, he is a handsome man, and you two have been real close for a long time. I think you should tell him," she shook her head fiercely.

"Are you crazy? It would ruin everything!" she stammered almost in panic. Carol placed a calming hand on her arm.

"You should tell him, it wouldnˋt ruin a thing. But I wouldnˋt wait too long if I were you. Someone else might come along and snatch him up, right in front of your eyes. You need to get your ass in gear," Carol nodded discreetly over to the staircase where Daryl was seated, she followed Carolˋs gaze and her eyes landed on the youngest Green girl. She was laughing and smiling adoringly up at Daryl, coaxing a small smile from him in return. She could hardly believe her eyes, little miss perfect Beth Green had a thing for Daryl, and she was flirting shamelessly with him in front of her father and sister. And the worst thing was, Daryl did not seem to mind it one bit. She jumped up from the seat next to Carol and stomped up the stairs, forcing her way in between Daryl and little miss sunshine and over to her cell that she mainly used to store her belongings. She spent most nights with Daryl out in the guard tower or laying on the perch next to him, now she could not stand being around people, at least other than Daryl. She paced back and forth in her cell, she recognized the jealousy tearing at her from the inside. This was simply ridiculous, she had no claim over him, she was acting like a spoiled brat. She tried to get in control of her breathing as she pulled her hands through her hair and sunk down on the untouched bunk. She leaned her elbows on her knees and rested her face in her hands, her eyes were tearing up but she swallowed hard and forced it back. She mentally kicked herself for being so childish.

A slight rustle in the curtain hanging in front of the bars alerted her that she was no longer alone. She felt someone sit down next to her, a gentle hand rubbing comforting circles on her back.

"Hey sweetie, are you alright? What happened downstairs? You left in such a hurry," Maggie, of course it was Maggie who had followed her. Nothing went unnoticed by the brunette. She lifted her gaze and gave her bestfriend a half smile and nodded, not really ready to share the uproar of feelings going on inside of her.

"Yeah, I’m just tired from the hunt, and I think the sun kinda got to me today. Have a nasty headache brewing," Maggie looked at her for a moment, her eyes narrowing for a slight second before she nodded and continued rubbing her back.

"Alright, well then the best medicine is to get some rest. I can ask daddy if heˋs got something for the headache," she knew her friend was only trying to be helpful, but right now she only wanted to be left alone.

"No, I just need some sleep, I will be fine in the morning, I promise," she said a little more urgent than she intended. She underlined her statement with patting her bestfriends hand. Maggie let out a sigh and got up.

"You were scheduled for guard duty with Daryl tonight, Iˋll ask if Rick can cover for you," she forced a grateful smile up at her friend.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. Good night, see you in the morning,"

Maggie bid her goodnight and left her cell, she turned on her bunk and laid down facing the gray, cold wall. She was probably just overreacting because she was tired. She just needed sleep and everything would be fine in the morning. She yawned and closed her eyes. When she heard heavy footsteps nearing her cell, she knew who it was, she sighed heavily. Maybe if she pretended to sleep then he would go away, but no, she knew him better, he was not the type to play games like that.

"Hey, heard ya were sick and that ya werenˋt gonna come ta guard duty," she bit down on her lip, she hated the fact that she had to lie to him.

"Yeah, just need some sleep, have a headache," silence fell, but she knew he was still standing there behind her, probably with his crossbow slung over his shoulder, one hand tugging on the strap and the other close to his mouth where he was chewing on his cuticle. It was so typical Daryl when he felt out of place.

"Dˋya need anythinˋ?" his voice was low and more gentle then she had ever heard it. He was concerned about her, her heart started picking up speed, but she chided herself at once. Of course he would worry, they were friends. Daryl always thought about the people of the group.

"No Daryl, I just need sleep, Iˋll be fine in the morning," again there was only silence, then the known rustle when he let go of the drapes and his heavy footsteps leading away from her cell.

She swallowed hard again and shut her eyes tightly, she hated this, why had Carol pointed that out to her? It had not even crossed her mind that someone else was crushing on him besides her. The fact that the one who could steal him away was actually little perfect Beth Green, was also mind blowing. She was a nobody compared to Beth, the young girl was perfect in every way. So innocent and sweet, everyone adored her. What was she? A socially awkward outcast, who acted more like a boy than a girl. Boys had never turned their heads after her, she had always been just a buddy, athletic and booksmart. So she had done good in school, but hardly any friends and never a boyfriend. At first she had hoped that Daryl would see how similar they were and take comfort in that, and maybe realize that she was the one he needed by his side. But that was really stupid, all men had the urge to feel that they could provide and protect their woman, not be an equal. She bit down on her lip again and forced the depressing thoughts to the back of her head, she needed to sleep, maybe things would look better in the morning. Afterall she had his friendship, that was something she would never lose, and that was the most important thing.

[hamiltrash1miranda-blog]

Thin Walls

In honor of Rafael Casal losing and regaining his voice and also me having the flu (IT'S LIT) here is a weird but fluffy Jamilton fic. Idk what this is.

Jefferson cursed the thin walls of the office. He also cursed his boss, Washington for putting him right next to Hamilton. He’d start pecking away at the keys on his laptop and then he’d hear it. The miniscule squeak that was almost silent, that could’ve gone undetected. But it didn’t. It was so quiet but it was there, returning every five minutes or so. It wasn’t on an exact beat, but it was repetitive. Thomas tried putting on music but that just ended up distracting him worse than the squeak. Jefferson suspected it was Hamilton’s chair. It was a swivel chair and the male tended to swing his legs as he worked - not that Jefferson noticed or cared. (He had to spend time with him in cabinet meetings, and he picked up on some stuff! ((Stop judging him!)) Damn.) Anywho, maybe the chair was growing old and had developed a simple squeak. But it was irritating the ever-loving stars out of the male. So, being the grade A flaming asshole he was, he decided to go confront Hamilton about it.

He smoothed out his rosewood colored suit and headed next door. Yes a rose colored suit - it was Jefferson. Did you really expect anything less? He was flashy, but not tacky. He looked good in pinks and purples, no one could deny that. He stood outside Hamilton’s office door and bit his lip. Was it really worth wasting his time, going in there to engage in a downhill battle that would get him nowhere? To see the look of irritation flutter across Hamilton’s features at his mere appearance, it was always worth it. So, without hesitating another second, he rapped his knuckle against the door. The squeak happened again behind the door. It was much more clear now. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a chair. What the hell was it? He knocked again. Nada. Sighing, he opened the door. And he was very confused by the sight before him.

Hamilton sat at his desk, his head ducked behind the screen of a laptop. He was so absorbed in his work. His hair was down, which was weird enough as it is. There was mug of tea to his left, still steaming. He assumed Burr brought it to him while he was working. There was papers scattered across his desk which wasn’t uncharacteristic because it was always like that while he was working. He always managed to clean up and make everything nicer than it previously was. (Again, they worked together, he noticed things! Stop judging him.) The thing that threw Jefferson through a loop was the three empty boxes of tissue that laid on the floor, somewhere near the trashcan. The bin was overflowing with tissues and overall the office looked like a careless doctor’s office. Jefferson was mesmerized by the mess - seeing as how he’d never found Hamilton’s office like this before, the cough drop wrappers decorating the floor among his sea of tissues. Then he heard it.

The squeak! Jefferson was jarred from his confusion and looked at Hamilton. He caught his head bouncing up, and he tucked his hair behind his ears.

“What was that?” Jefferson finally managed to get Hamilton’s attention. Alexander looked dazed, like this was his first human interaction in hours after sitting down to work. He actually wouldn’t be surprised. Burr normally had to drag him away and sometimes even Washington. “Huh?” Alexander’s voice sounded terrible. Just about as terrible as he looked. His eyes were red rimmed and watery, and his hair was all over his head, his nose was about as red as Jefferson’s suit and he looked about ready to pass out. “That noise, what was it? I’ve been hearing it all afternoon.”

“It was the sound of your bill crashing and burning. What else is new?”

Jefferson ‘tsked. “Ah, Hamilton, you’ve used that one. You’re becoming dull as dishwater, my friend.”

“I’m not your friend.” He shot back quickly. He’s heard that one before too.

“You failed to answer my question, Alexander.”

Hamilton’s fingers gracefully dusted the keyboard, itching to get back to work. “It wasn’t anything you have to worry about.”

“It’s distracting me from my work.”

“That’s your...your problem.” Jefferson was taken aback by the breathy stutter in Hamilton’s voice. Hamilton’s head ducked behind the laptop screen and the squeak happened again.

It was a sneeze.

That tiny mousy noise was a sneeze. Coming from big, bad Hamilton. Jefferson couldn’t help himself. He doubled over in the most hysterical laughter. Hamilton tucked his hair behind his ears again. “It’s not funny!” He exclaimed.

“I beg,” Jefferson leaned against the door frame, “to differ.” Suddenly, everything made sense. Hamilton had overworked himself and he was sick! The continuous squeaking was his version of a sneeze. Could you even call it that? It was confirmed. The only big thing about Hamilton was his talk.

“Why don’t you just go home and rest?” That was a dumb question, Jefferson realized as soon as he asked it. “There’s so much work to be done! I have to - to get it done.” Hamilton’s voice cracked mid-sentence and Jefferson winced in sympathy. Yes, contrary to popular belief, he did have a heart.

“If you’re trying to get him to go home, it’s going to be like talking to a wall. I’ve been trying to get him home all day.” Jefferson glanced over his shoulder. There stood Burr, another box of tissues in his hand. He walked into the office and set them on the desk. “I’m fine! I’m not bleeding, I haven’t passed out,” Jefferson wanted to interject “yet” but refrained, “I doubt I’m running a fever. It’s probably a measly head cold.” Hamilton said, pawing at his nose. A cough escaped him, rattling deep in his chest. He seemed to be getting worse and quickly. “Like I said, pointless.” Burr shrugged and walked out. But Jefferson wasn’t one to give up so easily. “Hamilton, I’d hate to have you contaminate everything within a mile of you. It’d be a shame if we had to quarantine the place.”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed and Jefferson was ready for his daily verbal fist fight. He looked forward to those nowadays. But Hamilton let him down by epic proportions. “I’m not even contagious.” The end of his sentence was rushed out as Hamilton ducked and sneezed into his sleeve. Then he sneezed again. And again. And once more for good measure. Jefferson couldn’t wipe the smug grin off his face if he tried. Hamilton’s barely audible squeak toy sneeze would always be amusing to him.

“Don’t make me go get Washington.” That was a good threat, Jefferson praised himself.

Hamilton straightened to attention. “You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t test me.”

“Jefferson, please.”

“Then let me take you home.” Jefferson challenged. Hamilton needed rest, anyone with two brain cells could figure that out.

“At least buy me dinner first.” Hamilton said, sinking down in his chair. Was Hamilton trying to...hit on him? Jefferson snorted. It would’ve been more amusing if Hamilton didn’t look ready to keel over. But Jefferson stared at him, the threat of going to Washington still hanging heavy. Coughing, Hamilton sighed. “Okay, I’ll go home.” He stood and swayed. Immediately, Jefferson was by his side, holding him up. “Easy, Alexander.” Hamilton coughed in response. “Didn’t think I’d get dizzy.” Jefferson kept his arms around Hamilton, waiting for him to regain his balance. Jefferson cringed when he heard Hamilton’s breath catch. “If you sneeze on my suit, I will drop you and leave you here to die alone.”

“You’re so kind.” Hamilton’s weak reply came. It dawned on Jefferson that he was trying to breathe without wheezing. “Come on.” Jefferson led Hamilton into the hall. They rounded the corner and Jefferson almost let Hamilton topple over.

“Mr. Washington, hello!” He said, grinning. George arched a brow and cracked a small grin. “Hello Thomas. Hello Alexander...whoa.” He looked taken aback by Hamilton’s appearance. Yeah, the messy hair, sweaty skin, and bright red nose was a bit shocking. “Alexander, why didn’t you just call in if you were ill?” The boss asked.

“There was work to be done. I’m here for the greater good.” Hamilton leaned on Jefferson who really didn’t feel like he was supporting much weight at all. Hamilton was a small man. “I’m taking him home, sir.”

Washington nodded. “Thank you Thomas. Alexander, take care of yourself.” Washington said and then walked off. As soon as the male was out of hearing distance, Hamilton tensed and turned away, sneezing. “Ow.” He rubbed his temples.

“Come on let’s get you home.”

“I’ll just work from the laptop at home.” Hamilton grumbled.

“Not if I hide it from you.”

“Screw -” He sneezed. “You.”