#im fuckin hollering this is terrible

[koskela-knights]

I'm gonna fucking destroy you :D

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Audio files from Champion of Light converted by @zephyrone01

[mxlktxa]

road trips :)

cw; modern!au, strong language, terrible song references, ellie would probably never listen to these songs but the one of many ellies in my brain do so… yeah, if you dont like ice spice yes you do only for 2 seconds

songs referenced; lets groove by earth, wind & fire, hey ya by outkast, princess diana by ice spice

full rambles/quick reads here!!

♬ lets just get straight to the point, on roadtips theres music which means ellie is in charge of the music which also means if you dont like the song thats playing or she skips a song you like then it sucks to be you

♬ she plays a huge range of music, so thats where youre lucky but the trip always start with a song from the 80s or 90s !!!ALWAYS!!!

“you and this song, good fuckin lord ellie”

“shut the fuck up, you know its a good ass song”

“yes, but its not the only song on earth ellie”

“… lets groove tonight, share this spice of life”

“fuck me”

♬ at any stop either pumping gas (well after pumping gas) or at any drive thru ellie blasts a song that would get you to shake ass (ellie is always recording or watching in amazment) or just screaming lyrics and putting on a ‘performance’, anything to get your hips and/or ass moving

♬ that or shes playing a movie soundtrack, a sappy slow song, or something from a video game its always a surprise/shock

“babe?” ellie had her phone in hand scrolling slowly “how much do you love me?”

“not enough, why?”

ellie smirked, the intro coming on as she was watching you get out of the car and start to jump around all happy

“my baby dont mess around dont mess around because she loves me so and this i know for sure!”

“she loves me”

♬ ellie loves seeing you add your own favorite songs to her just to holler the lyrics, even if the song pisses her off she just loved seeing you all happy and giddy

“turn this shit off”

“callin my phone but they know i dont answer in the hood im like princess diana!”

“jesus christ”

“im thick cause i be eatin oats bitches not takin shit from me but notes!”

“youre so irritating and this is so fuckin bad babe”

“eat me! to her man im the girl of his dreams thinkin bout me when he brushin his teeth!”

♬ at stops where ellie just needs a refresher or wants to just talk because youd been sleeping a refresher she makes sure to park far from everyone else, looking to you with a little smile

“hey pretty girl” ellie brushed the back of her had against your cheek “slept good?”

“mmm. do we still have those fries? or my burger? my mouth is so dry”

“i wonder why,” she placed a napkin at your chin, cleaning up the drool that rested there.

“… wheres my food and where are we?”

♬ once reaching your destination, ellie stops at a little shop buying you both little souvenirs to start off

♬ also snaps a few pictures of you and her surroundings to start the trip but mainly so her photobook always starts off with you or some scenery

“look at this little notebook! its so cute”

“mhm”

“can i get a pen? i want a pen”

“sure thing”

“are you listening to me?” you turned as the flash went off, ellie capturing your pout in the photo, smirking at it

“im always listening. i just like these off guard photos better”

[lilliumrorum]

Okay guys weed story time *a new tradition* (Every time I am in an interesting rotation or situation I will post it)

The first time I ever got high I was 14(DO NOT SMOKE UNDERAGE YALL) and my friend had invited me back to his house after we had been in a parade for AFJROTC.

Originally we were supposed to go back to get his money and then walk back to the restaurant (which was all the way across the city from his house). On the way there, I was still wearing my Combo-1 Uniform (cap included) and this important for later in this recount of events. After nearly being attacked by a dog, we made it to his house.

He told me about how he fucked his girl and got caught (my at the time bestfriend) on the couch and I remember looking at him like ???

We went back to his room to get his wallet and I instantly smelled bud. He noticed the lil smile on my face (I had smoked before but never got high) and he was like "You wanna smoke, bubbles?" (Btw this was my nickname bc of an inside joke in ROTC)

And this is how it went:

"Sure, but nothing's gonna happen. 'Never works"

A wicked grin spread across his face as he passed me a wax pen and uttered:

"Something will happen, follow my lead. If you don't feel it you're fuckin immortal."

So as I suck the life out of his cart he puts on Rammstein and blasts it on his fucking speakers, and he makes me hold the hit in for as long as I can before I cough. THEN HE WHIPS OUT A FUCKING PEACE PIPE WITH AN AXE ON IT.

"Now you're gonna hit this, trust me that pen aint shit"

I was already beginning to feel the effects of the wax, but I trusted him.

After taking 8 hits off of the pipe he had me take 5 dabs (Fuckin love dabs) and I was starting to get paranoid.

He just took a picture and laughed at me and said he was gonna send it to his gf (my best friend at the time) and then MADE ME HIT A FUCKING BONG.

After 15 more minutes of fucking around with his guitar and fumbling about, he took me to the garage with a joint (Mike Tyson knockout strain) and a pipe and we finished them both off.

"How's life right now, Lily?"

"Oh its goooooood." I giggled with a dumb-ass smile and a thumbs up.

He laughed for like a minute straight and I was bewildered bc like pls stop this is not funny I'm new to being high and I'm trying my best to breathe rn I'm breathing manually.

So he led me outside and whipped out his phone and was like "What does it look like"

I have the video if yall wanna see it but I looked terrible

"ITS SO FUCKING GREEN HOLY SHIT IT'S LIKE GTA WHEN YOU HIT FRANKLINS BONG AND THE FISHEYE CAMERA MIXED WHAT THE FUCKKKK IM TRIPPING FUCKING TESTICLES MATE."

So anyways I ended up almost getting run over two times bc I was bumbling around and my shoes were making my feet blister and he didnt make an effort to help me. After walking for four miles we finally got to the restaurant and he ordered me a wrap and bought it for me (which was really sweet) and a smoothie, but my eyes were red as shit and I needed to go to sleep so I decided to nap on the table.

There we were, still in our uniforms, but I looked higher than NASA at this point and I eventually was asked if I was alright and caught a few stares.

I ran to the bathroom bc I almost threw up.

After 15 minutes he walks in the bathroom and drags my ass out of the stall and starts fucking hollering laughing and saying shit like HAHAHA I KNEW I COULD WIN or something like that and called himself my weed demon like ?????

He barely even smoked compared to me...

My mum's name flashed on my phone and he picked it up for me and claimed I threw up at his house and I was going home (It was close to the restaurant so I would be home soon) and she was like OKAY:D and all happy bc she thought I wasn't depressed anymore since I was with a friend I guess.

After he walked me home I immediately looked down and averted eye contact with my mom and her ex and just speed walked my ass to my room with my leftovers.

I heard a quiet "I think shes high"

And just said NO. not a yell, just fuckin

NO.

and when I woke up that night I fucked up that food and smoothie and facetimed him and his gf while devouring it.

Experience rating: 7/10

Good food, Almost got killed, almost got my ass beat by my mom, guitar, good music, Indica.

@konigslittleliebling wanna share your experience with a reblog bae?

[magiclwritings]

There was very little in the way of Isaac once he'd given into his emotions. He could feel the humming under his skin and still he couldn't grab a hold of himself. Perhaps he wasn't truly as adjusted from college and that experience as he liked to think himself. Though he was absolutely giving it his best and that meant something. His eyes closed at the weight of Apollo pressing in against him. Sometimes he swore it was him that were the veela and not Isaac. Not with how quickly he was able to qual the worst of his fears and thoughts just by changing his proximity. And so he sighed and he took in what Apollo was truly asking and not his feelings or the feelings of the situation.

He hadn't liked whatever this was. Nor did Apollo, that much Isaac knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. A huge wave of guilt washed over him when Apollo admitted why he wanted to look into the little one's memories. He understood and agreed that to find Alexandria they absolutely had to do this. It didn't sit right with him at all. If it was going to cause Apollo anguish in any way he'd have much rather gone with out it. After everything, they deserved peace and quiet. "I unda'tand why ya wan' ta do this." Isaac started, drawing in a deep breath as he settled under the warm weight of Apollo's hands. He longed to just tuck himself into Apollo's arms and just fade into bliss and whatever came to them.

"Bu' Apollo I ..." He sighed, sliding his arms around the other's waist and pulled him in close, kissing his cheek as his weight pressed in against that hard frame he'd come to love so much. "I don' thin' ya did anythin' behin' my back. No' really. I know ya wouldn' do tha'. Especially no' tha'. " And he truly believed that. Despite his wild emotions, there was no doubt that was true. "I just' ..." Another sigh left his lips and he struggled to bring himself to say it. "I jus' hate tha' everythin' keeps fuckin' wi'h ya." And that was the truth. He'd heard of rotten luck but Apollo was a case all his own. Sometimes he didn't wonder if maybe an outback style sacrifice might not fix that terrible streak of luck.

A small fit of laughter came barreling down the hall and snapped Isaac back to the matter at hand. "Jus' don' hurt 'im." He asked, feeling like he was sending the poor kid to a fate worse than Azkaban. "He's jus' a boy. Doesn' even really know wha's goin' on I don' thin'." Isaac leaned in and kissed the corner of Apollo's mouth gently, lingering against him for just a moment. Their scents began to mingle and Isaac settled further. Another quick kiss to Apollo's lips and he untucked himself from their embrace. "Le's eat an' then you can work ya backwood mumbo jumbo." He teased, winking at him as he started to stack plates on his arm and magic'd the rest to follow behind into the dining room.

Isaac settled everything onto the table and called for the pair to join him up after. Milo was quick to glide his sleek little body onto the table in hopes that he just might get some kind of table scraps today. Isaac wasn't sure but there was a good chance that could very well be the case today. He sighed and slid into his normal seat at the right of the head of the table. "Come o' ya two i's gettin' cold!" He hollered out and slathered his own stack in butter and then in a terrible amount of syrup just as he was caught by a pair of small eyes. Isaac sunk down and held his finger to his lips. "Shh. I won' tell if you don'." He winked and patted the table as the boy sat down and joined in. "Apollo?" He called with a half full mouth with prompted yet another fit of laughter from across the table again.

Apollo’s heart stopped and he stared at his boyfriend. “Isaac,” he started but his voice gave out. He shook his head and cleared his throat, gripping the edge of the counter with his free hand to steady himself. Try again. “Isaac,” He repeated, sounding more like himself. “Isaac, he is not my son. Even if that was something she wanted from me I wouldn’t have fathered a fucking son behind your back. Let alone the fact that I’m gay and wouldn’t be able to do…to have sex with her. If she had come to me and said ‘Hey, I know we’re not marrying each other but I really want a son.’ You would be a part of that conversation. The only way he would be biologically mine would be if she stole a piece of my hair or something and made a potion baby which yeah, I guess is possible, but if she did that it was against my will.” 

He tried to ignore Isaac’s quivering lip but couldn’t. He understood Isaac’s doubt because Apollo had put them there in the first place. He engaged in a relationship with Isaac when he was engaged to Alexandria. He hid huge parts of his life from Isaac until his secrets were exposed. This was a bed of his own making but for years he had been trying to make up for it, just for the same trust issues to come back into play. When Isaac came to him, Apollo reached for him. He ran his fingers up the side of his boyfriend’s neck, cupping his jaw and brushing his thumb over his bottom lip to stop it’s movements. “He might say he’s mine because he’s been raised to believe it and maybe somehow he is mine but if he is, it’s not something I gave the okay for and if that’s how it is then we’ll deal with it, but I need you to understand that I did not in any circumstances go behind your back to father a child with her.” 

Pressing his forehead to Isaac’s, Apollo closed his eyes and counted in a couple of deep breaths. “Orion is a curse-breaker,” He explained, “And if I dose Theodore with sleepless draught I can perform memory charms on him to see if he has implanted or altered memories. It’s bothered me that when we walked into that room and he already knew us. He was comfortable with us as if both of us had been in his life, but neither one of us had ever met him before today. I think she placed fabricated memories of you and I in his head so if he came into our custody he would trust us.” 

Apollo pulled away, his hands falling to Isaac’s shoulders. He squeezed him lightly despite the burn of his words still reeling in Apollo’s mind. “If something happened to her and she couldn’t care for him she went through a lot of effort to make sure he came to us and that no one could legally stop that process. We won’t know the answers unless we find her ourselves but Theodore’s memories will shed some light on where we can begin, but I won’t do it without having your full support. And, I mean, maybe seeing his memories will prove to you that I wasn’t unfaithful to you which is selfishlessly a reason I want to do it.”

[oingo233]

If It Hurts

Summary: A run goes terribly wrong and Daryl, wounded, must depend on you to get the two of you out.  But will the threat be more than you and the group can handle?  

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Authors Note: This is for Ria’s writing challenge. @im-a-writer-right​. I hope this turned out alright, I enjoyed writing it!  Also the prompts are in bold.

Warnings: Violence, Gore, unwanted sexual comments(not smutty), cussing, and a whole lots of angst which was actually unintentional and just happened, but now I’m crying at 12 in the morning.  Death, and changing POV’s.

Word Count: 4k...oops.

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A song played softly from the trucks radio as Rick, Carol and you hum along.  Glenn and Maggie are seated in the back of the truck with the bags you’ll all set out with when you get to your destination.  You were about an hour or two from the prison, out on a supply run.  Daryl found a small, deserted town and thought it would be a good idea to look for supplies there.  We were low on medicine and food, hoping to find that and whatever else you could, if we were lucky we’d find seeds too.  

Your window was rolled down and you stuck your arm out of it, spreading your fingers and letting the wind caress your hand.  After the world went to shit, you learned to enjoy the little things, life was too short not to.  You shiver as Daryl glances back at you all, smiling at the way your hand was lazily out of the car, you gave him a small wave and he revved up his engine in acknowledgment. Carol and Rick share a look which you don’t bother to make a snarky comment about, these happy moments were fleeting and you weren’t going to ruin the mood.

You knew the truth, and accepted it long ago.  You loved Daryl, an overwhelming amount at times, and he loved you too.  But in a way that you weren’t sure if he was just being friendly or not. So you kept quite, and decided that just being around him was good enough for you.  You have known Daryl since before y’all found Ricks group. He saved you from a group of walkers that killed your friend, you were devastated and scared of being alone.  He took you in, well, you followed him for three days until he let you join him begrudgingly.  He says he only kept ya around for walker bait if he’d ever need it.  But you knew this wasn’t the truth.

You were the person closest to Daryl, able to understand him and him you.  You were always the first one to ease a smile out of him, or the first to piss him off. Daryl was the one person, who if he was by your side, you always felt better about the world you all lived in today. 

The easiness of the day filled your heart with joy, and you hollered out the window, letting the wind carry your voice else where.  Everyone in the truck chuckled, but up ahead Daryl sped up and screamed into the window with you.  Rick sped up too, laughing.  Everyone knew that no walker could touch you at this speed.  

Soon, you all arrived at the destination.  Glenn and Maggie climbed out of the truck, engaged in a conversation. You sneak a glance at the couple, and internally cooed at the way Glenn was looking at Maggie.  As if she was the world.  You watched as Daryl approached the group and wondered if you looked at him that way.  He caught you staring and winked, you ignore your blush and push forwards some confidence.

“Miss me?”  You call out to his approaching figure.  He shrugs off his crossbow and gives you a pointed look.

“Nah, I was just thinkin’ bout how quite it was without ya, until ya screamed out to the fuckin’ wind.”  He feigned annoyance at first, then looked back at you with a slight smile.  You roll your eyes, and bring your hand to your mouth, pretending to zip it up.  He was the one to roll his eyes now as he walks past you towards Carol to retrieve a bag from her.  She was handing them out from the back of the truck, and when Daryl came back he threw one at you.  You caught it with a tight smile. Nearly hit your damn face.  

Everyone was quite as Rick explained the plan.  “We move as a unit, no one needs to get hurt today.  Last time we checked this place is was uninhabited, but watch out for walkers.  It’s a big town so lets not split up...unless we need the time.  Alright.”  He frees his gun from the holster and holds it out infront of him.  

“Thought you said it was uninhabited.”  Glenn said, Rick glanced back at him.

“I also said ‘last time’.” Rick replies, Carol chimed in with a warm smile.  Seems I wasn’t the only one enjoying the day.

“Nothing wrong with being careful.” She says, pulling out her own gun and following Rick towards the first store.  Glenn and Maggie move infront of you and then Daryl pulls out his crossbow and nudges you to move forward.  You push him back a bit before walking forward, you don’t need to see him to know the massive eyeroll he just pulled.  

It was only out in the open like this, with people he trusted and loved that he was comfortable.  Back at the prison, with all the new arrivals, Daryl was closed off and distant from a lot of people.  Some might even call him brooding.

You guys made it through three separate stores before everything went to shit, and just like that the peaceful day turned into a living nightmare.

You were walking the sidewalk with Maggie, keeping watch while the others cleared out the inside of the fourth building.  You heard Daryl whistle letting you know it was all clear, when the first shot rang out.  Everything felt slow as you sprinted around the side of the building, covering yourself.  You looked around for the source of the sound, but saw no one.  You saw no one.  You were filled with dread as you realized you were all alone.  Maggie must have ran inside the store, instead of to the corner of it, out in the open...god how could you be such a dumbass. 

You put a hand over your mouth and pushed further against the wall as you heard footsteps.  They echoed against the eerie silence in the town, horror filled you as you counted numerous steps all at once.  There was a group of hostile survivors, and you were alone with a pistol and an axe.  You tried to fill yourself with positive thoughts, reminding yourself that you’re a badass.  You could take them, easy...

“Come on out, pretty thing.”  A deep voice rumbled out, the sound filled your body with queasiness.  “I’d like to run a number on you...”He let out a loud wolf whistle and you heard a shuffle from inside the store, before it fell deathly silent again.  Only the sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer.

“C’mon, we just want one of ya.  Though we’d take two given the chance.” Obnoxious laughter rings out before a new, younger voice speaks up. 

“Pretty girls are hard to find now a days.  Why don’t you be nice and come out for us.  We’ll treat ya for it.”  The laughter sounded again, and this time it was closer.  You gripped your pistol tighter, finger rigid on the trigger.  Then a loud sound came from inside the store, yelling and crashing.  

“Daryl no!”  It was Carols voice, and you swear you heard Rick telling him to wait.  But it was too late, your heart stopped at the thought of Daryl getting hurt.  The footsteps fade away from you and towards the entrance of the door. Through the commotion you heard the whiz of a crossbows bolt.  A loud groan rang out and your heart gave out, until you heard another bolt and some gunshots.  

You stepped out from the corner only to be dragged away as more gunshots rang out.  You scream out and fight to get away, but the strong arm was unmoving from your waist.  You were dragged into the nearest store, you looked around at the unfamiliar surrounding and noticed it was one you haven’t checked yet.  You scream louder, hoping someone from your group would hear you.  “Shut it, girl.”  The hand moved from your waist and you spun around to see Daryl.  His crossbow in one hand, and the one previously wrapped around your waist was hugging his own.  

“Daryl...”You breathe out.  You felt more relieved than you should considering the still risky situation you were in.  “I thought...”Your eyes water and you pull Daryl into your chest for a tight hug.  He stiffens for a moment before hugging you with one arm, the crossbow digging into your shoulder but you didn’t care.  He tucks his head away in the crook of your neck, his lips part and you feel his hot breath roll down your neck and shoulder. 

“I know.  Me too.”  He grunts out, his voice rougher than usual.  You pull away confused.  You feel a strange wetness against your side and look down to see your shirt covered in blood, but it wasn’t your own.  At a shocking speed you look at Daryls stomach to see him holding his side, blooding leaking through his fingers.  

Your chest heaves and constricts at the sight.  His shirt dripped blood every few seconds and his shirt seemed to be just a red puddle against his waist.  You blink back tears and grab Daryls shoulder, not able to look him in the eye.  He was hurt because of you...

“Lie down.”  You say stiffly.  He grunts out and tries to move towards the door and the chorus of gunshots and fighting outside.

“M’ fine.  We need to go.  Ain’t safe.”  You take his other shoulder and meet his stare.  

“Lie down.”  You say softly.  He only stares at you.  Your heart beats even faster and your primal fear of losing him kicks in.  You were losing too much time, he was losing too much time and too much blood.  “Daryl, lie the fuck down and let me help you.  Please.”  He lets you grab the crossbow from his hand and lightly set it down, his hand was sticky with blood.  But he doesn’t lie down, he looks behind you towards the window where we can see Rick duck behind a car after firing another round at these dangerous strangers.

  He looks back down at you, ready to say another thing about leaving, but his words fall short as he sees tears stream down your face.  You roughly wipe them away.  With one last look at you, and an agonized groan, Daryl laid down.  Before he fell back completely you stopped him.  

“On your side, I need to see if there is an exit wound.”  Daryl stared at you a while longer, you’ve only seen his scars once and it turned into a fight.  He couldn’t look at you for days after.    “Please, Daryl I can’t lose you.  You don’t get to die today because you’re a stubborn asshole.” You beg. He tucks his head under his arm and avoids your eyes as he turns on his side. You wipe at more tears furiously as he waits for you to look at him in disgust.  You remind yourself to talk to him about this later, as you see the distant and uncomfortable expression he wears, glaring at the shelf across from him.  You weren’t sure if it was the gunshot wound, or this moment you two were about to relive that made him act this way.  

“May I look?”  You ask him softly, knowing that either way you were going to, but you knew he’d appreciate it.  He nods slowly, taking a deep breath not unnoticed by you.  You kneel down and replace his hand apply pressure with your own, smaller one, his fingers retracted slightly from you, before he placed his shaking hand on top of yours. Softly you lift the fabric up his back.  He winces slightly.  A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you see that right above his hip, there was a gaping hole.  An exit wound, and it didn’t seem to be in a critical place.  You quickly stole a look at his scars, it was unintentional but filled your heart with even more love for the man. He was strong, and he would survive this...he had to.  

But his skin felt feverish, and you looked at his face to find him shockingly pale.  You only then noticed the small puddle of blood forming around your knees. You quickly push his hand down on the wound again and let your hand apply pressure to the exit wound, a small sob escaping your lips.

“That bad huh?”  He grunts out.  You control your breathing, refusing to lose control and let him die.  You quickly grab a shirt from the nearest rack and press it against the wound.

“Stay here.” You say, deciding on a plan.  His head whips to yours, and he groans out in pain, eyes fluttering dangerously.  

“You ain’t leaving.”He demands.

“Well, you ain’t dying.  I’ll be back before you know it.”  You offer him a soft smile before kissing his temple, and running out the door.  Lips burning. You ignore his shouts as you open the door, and burst out onto the battlefield.  Your group hidden behind cars, you feared the body count and pain you’d all carry after today. With Daryl in the condition he was in, your heart couldn’t stand the thought of any of your make shift family members dead.  Rick catches your eye, and you notice his expression falter at the sight of all the blood on you.  “Daryl.”  You mouth to him.  “Cover me.”  He swallows his emotions and nods to you.  Getting the attention of everyone as you run towards the store you saw needles in, and left your bag in, which had some alcohol in it.

Daryl’s POV

Daryl keeps his eyes trained on (Y/N) for as far as he can see through the broken window.  His side crippled with pain, and every time his eyes unfocused a bit more he’d be struck with a wave of hopelessness.  Is that was dying feels like?  Well, ain’t a bad way to go, he thought, taking the bullet for someone you love.  His thoughts turn bitter as he glances out the window, anxiety crushing his lungs.  Only for ‘er to fucking run out and kill ‘erself.  

“(Y/N)” He called once more. He listened for your sweet voice, hoping to hear you say some smartass thing.  Hoping he wouldn’t die alone.  

“(Y/N)!” He croaked out once more.  He didn’t care if he was being too loud, he was scared, he’d never say it out loud, but he was.  His heart sighed as he heard shuffled footsteps.  Ready to tell you off for being reckless.  But as he glanced over his shoulder he was met with the sagging, bloody face of the undead.  

Despite his pain he uses his feet to push himself backwards up against a cold metal shelf, empty of food.  A low moan left the walkers mouth and Daryl reached for his crossbow a few feet away.  He couldn’t reach it.  Daryl gritted his teeth and overeached, he fell on his shot side and yelled out in pain.  A new rush of blood pushes past the fabric of the two shirts.  

With a weak, trembling hand he shot the walker in the shoulder.  He gritted his teeth, still on his side, and shot the walker again, this time, through the head.  The walker fell to the floor not too far from him.  Daryl stared in it’s shallow eyes, wondering if that’ll be him soon.  It sure felt like it.  He lays and stares at the walker when he noticed something wrong.  It was silent.

No more gunshots, or yells.  No more fighting. He propped himself up on his elbow painfully, and glanced out the window.  What he saw made his heart drop.  He gripped his crossbow tighter, and struggled to get up.  But he just collapsed back in a puddle of his own blood.

“We got the girl.”  A man was holding you by the hair with one hand, and holding a knife to your throat with the other.  He rubbed his graying beard against the side of your face in lustful affection. “Just the one I was hoping for too.”  The men behind him that were still alive chuckled. Daryl let out a growl worst then the walkers and tried to aim his crossbow at the man whose arms you were squirming in.  Arms you were hurtin’ in, he thought.  But even a fool knew the bolt would fall short.

Daryl felt like he was drowning in cold sweat and blood, the crossbow slipped from his hand.  

“You let us walk away safely, and we won’t kill her.” The man says. Rick stood from behind the car, holding his weapon free hands in the air, a sign of surrender, but Daryl saw the strategy, or at least hoped there was one.

“Give us the girl, and no one gets hurt.” Rick says.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move.”  The guy yells, firming his grip on (Y/N)’s hair making her hands fly to his wrist.  He shakes her hands off of him and throws her to the ground.  He pulls out his gun and aims it at her head. “Don’t move...”

Rick stopped walking.  Daryl wanted to shout for him to kill the fucker, or better yet he wish he could do it himself.  But he was starting to feel weaker and weaker, until his legs were near numb and he couldn’t get up despite how much he struggled.  He could die, but he could never watch you die.  He closed his heavy eyes, giving into his tiredness as he hears a gunshot ring out. It echoes in his head long after it is silent.  He didn’t want to look, his heart heavy, and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t.  He couldn’t feel a thing.

*****

Daryl was rocking.  Like a baby in a mothers arms, he was being tossed around.  But how?  Where was he?  His eyes opened briefly before closing, the sun was never this bright before.  He wasn’t sure why, but he called your name.

As if an angel answered, he heard your voice.  “I’m here Daryl.  God, please wake up.  I’m here!”  You sounded more upset than he has ever heard you.  Were you in danger?  

“(Y/N)?”  He calls out again.  As his haze begins to fade, the confusion is filled with pain.  A loud, gritty moan of agony left his lips as his side withers with pain.   How did he get shot?  The question was fleeting as everything in the last 2 hours came back to him.  Survivors, the group attacked, (Y/N) shot.  But how were you here?  

“The men?” He asks.  He felt a clammy hand caress his cheek.  

“They’re dead.”  It was Carol’s shaky voice.

Someone was prodding at his gunshot wound, the pain worse than ever before.  He pushed the hand away only for it to return with more force.  His eyes shot open, and he caught himself staring at your face.  His pain became less relevant as he took in yours.  His hand instinctively reached to trace the fresh black eye you had, his fingers fell down to your busted lip.  Groggily he pulled on your lip, seeing that the cut ran deep inside your mouth. You faltered in your movement and looked at him, leaning into his touch. He pulls away as everywhere his hand touched, a trial of his blood was left.  You looked into his eyes, the redness and panic in them scared Daryl.  

Daryl looked around, Carol and Maggie were crouched down beside him, both looked like they were holding back tears.  Daryl’s hand fell next to (Y/N)’s knee and he felt the familiar truck underneath them.  Daryl was rocking like a baby, because Rick was driving like a mad man to get to the prison.

Daryl looked back at you but his expression turned sour as an overwhelming amount of pain reached all the way up from his side.  He glanced down to see your hands soaked in blood, between your shaking fingers was a threaded needle.  He closed his eyes as you pulled the needle through his side again to bring the skin back together.  He didn’t want to watch, instead he opened his eyes again and kept them on you even if you weren’t looking back. He couldn’t keep his pain a secret anymore no matter how hard he tried, another cry falling from his lips.

Your lips pucker out and another tear falls from your puffy eyes.  You stop for a second and look down at him.  Daryl catches his breath. Right now he just saw and felt you, a little broken, but you made him feel good, at peace.  You made the pain bearable as you softly pull back his hair from his sticky forehead. It took him a while until he realized you were speaking.

“...Daryl, this is going to be uncomfortable but it needs to be done.  If it hurts...”Your words falter and you bite your lip, holding back a sob.  Hurting him was the last thing you wanted to do, but you knew there was no line you wouldn’t cross to save him.  “...Just take me by hand and hold me tight.  It’ll all be over soon.”  He stared at you expressionless, feeling like he was in a fever dream.  Maybe he was, and maybe you were actually dead.  The thought alone caused him terrible pain and he closed his eyes, nodding to you.  He opened them and reached for your bloody hand.  His grip was weak, but his fingers gripped onto with all he had at the moment and it gave you the strength to carry on.  You use the thin thread you pulled out of your shirt in a quick compromise, to stitch his wound shut.  Praying the bleeding would cease.  His grip grew tighter as the process dragged on, stitching was harder with one hand.  His eyes found your soft lips, and he found himself wanting nothing more than to finally kiss them.  He was a fool, he thinks, a fool to let you pass him by. He gave your hand one last squeeze before he closes his eyes for the last time, thinking of you.

Your POV

You finished the last stitch and stared hesitantly at the job you have done, Hershel would have done better.  Maggie, who was watching with a horrified expression, cut the thread with her knife and gave you a weak smile.  Carol was caressing Daryl’s head, her fingers running through his hair, either to calm him down, or herself.  Daryl gave your hand a tight, long squeeze, causing you to smile down at him.  But his hand soon fell limp, and his eyes fluttered closed.  Carol whimpers and grabbed his face, desperate not to lose another person she loves.  

“Daryl...” She sobs out.  His eyebrows weren’t tight in a knot, or raised sassily up, he wasn’t frowning, and he didn’t look troubled.  He didn’t look alive.  With a shaky breath you call his name, again and again you scream at him.  You can’t hear as Maggie yells for the prison gates to be open, or as Rick shouts out for Hershel.  

You gather Daryls hand and hold it tight against your chest, your tears running down his forearm as you make his hand cradle your cheek. Your tears leave his hands a little cleaner than before, and you hope that if there is a heaven that he’ll be allowed in, even with all the blood on his hands and the things he has done.  You push your face further into his hands, gripping them with your own and missing the warmth he gave you just seconds ago.

“Daryl...” Your voice leaves you, as Hershel, Rick and Glenn drag Daryls body to the medical cell block.  You claw at Carols arms wrapped around your waist, her face tucked into your neck, crying.  Maggie holds you both, her burning eyes following Daryl’s body through the field, and the bloody trail that follows.

You sat outside of that cellblock for hours that day, knowing the truth.  It was void of life.  You heard hours earlier as Rick sobbed, driving the knife through his head.  Daryl, your Daryl, wouldn’t ever wake up.

[fionnmeetsharry]

The good kind of falling

A/N:  soooo i know its been forever and im sorry and i love each and every single one of you guys. I had a couple of requests for some Fionn Fluff so here iit is, i will have a smutt piece up soon because i had some requests for that too. After the smutt piece i will have another part to A&A up!!

“What, no no Fionn I can’t”. 

“C’mon Y/N I know you don’t have anything to do and it’s kinda like a house warming for me, I’ve finally got my own home”. You could hear the boys desperation for your company over the phone, you could practically see him pacing in his kitchen playing with his earring and yearning for you to say a yes. “Fine, you win Whitehead what time should I be there?” “7 good?” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it’s not like you didn’t want to hang out with him but you’d never spent the night, this was just something different something you weren’t used too. “Yea I’ll see you at 7”. //

This place was incredible, basically a little cottage hidden out in the country but it looked as if it was surrounded by a rainforest. 

You walked up the steps to the front porch, luggage in hand and a nervous heartbeat in your chest. After knocking three times you hear what seems to be a frantic Fionn behind the wooden door and a loud ‘Shit’ before it opened. “Y/N you’re here”. “Umm... yea it’s seven just like you said”. Fionn was frozen staring at you with his mouth hung open, he looked completely confused like he didn’t even know who you were. “Oh, yea I did say seven didn’t I, I just didn’t realize it was that late wanted to have dinner done before you got here”. “ You didn’t have to cook dinner and what happened to your hand”. Fionn was standing with a wet dish towel wrapped around his right as it dropped water onto his wood floors. “ Oh yea, I uh.. kinda burned my hand on the baking sheet, didn’t have my hand fully cover with the oven mitt”. “Well if you invite me in maybe I could help you with it...and dinner” Fionn got a frantic look on his face as he grabbed your bag and let you into his home, it was beautiful, peaceful. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m a little flustered wanted everything to be perfect”.   “Fionn it’s just me and a few of your other friends, no one cares if it’s perfect or not, we just want to hang with you”. Fionn set down the wet towel and quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent to calm him down. “Thanks love”. “No problem, now let’s take a look at this burn yea”. After much researching and Fionn holding ice on his hand for about thirty minutes, you finally came to the conclusion that coconut oil was the best home remedy for burns. Fionn was reluctant at first about smothering his burned hand in coconut oil, but he eventually obliged and the two of you finished up dinner together. “I’m really glad you’re here Y/N”. Fionn said as he finished up a chipotle sauce that he made to go along with the tacos that he had cooked up for the night. “I’m really glad I am too”. You said taking a sip of water trying to make the feeling between the two of you seem less awkward. You’d spent plenty of time with Fionn alone, he was your best friend, but it was just something about watching him do domestic things in his new home that made you feel different. “Here, try this”. Fionn dipped his finger into the sauce, walking over to you and holding the single digit to your mouth. Reluctantly without breaking eye contact to make it seem less awkward you took his finger into your mouth, licking the slightly spicy sauce from his skin. “It’s good”.  You said barely above a whisper, you back leaning against the edge of the black marble counter. “Yea?”Fionn said swallowing to where you could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “So you like it?”You felt cornered as if Fionn was getting impossibly closer, not that you were complaining, that was the absolute last thing you were doing. “Yea, I do”. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door followed by joyful hollering, the others were here and Fionn seemed like he was lost in his own world. “Fionn, I think everyone else is here”. Fionn came out of his trance, quickly washing his hands. “Guess I better answer the door then huh?”   Fionn hurried to the door, opening it to reveal a very excited Barry, Tom, and Harry all with luggage in hand. “Fionn, mate this place is sick”. Said Barry as he hugged Fionn quickly before fully entering the beautiful home. “And you must be Y/N, lovely to meet you”. You have Barry a shy smile and small wave as he and the others made their way inside. You didn’t know if you were feeling excitement from finally getting to meet Fionns friends, or relief from the strange moment the two of you almost had a couple of minutes ago. “Y/N love how are you?” Harry walked in, excitement on his face and his arms open always ready for a hug. Harry was the only other friend of Fionns that you had met, you swore that that man kept a schedule to make sure he had time for his friends. Every first week of the month Harry and Niall usually are hanging out or going to each other’s shows, every second week of the month it’s the same thing with Liam, and every third it’s Fionn. “I’m good H, how are you?” “I definitely can’t complain”. After a few more of Fionns arrived including Tom-GC and Jack, you all finally ate while admiring how beautiful the kitchen was. This had to be one of the most beautiful homes you’d ever seen, the combination of the wood detail and the glass doors either with beautiful countertops really pulled the whole kitchen together. 

After dinner, Fionn turned on his house speakers which ran through the entire home and the back patio, music filling the entire home. Everyone headed to the back patio while you helped Fionn carry some drinks out for everyone. After a few too many drinks all the boys were singing along to each song, each song getting more and more off key and louder as the danced around the gorgeous light of the pool. 

You were starting to feel a little buzzed after your third drink, meanwhile the boys were pretty drunk. You and Fionn were dancing, more of him just holding onto your waist so he didn’t fall down as “Touch” by Little Mix started blaring through the speakers. Fionn seemed to know all the word as he sang to you terribly off key “Just a touch of your love is enough to take control of my whole body” Harry and Tom were what looked like attempting to tango while jack and Barry were pouring themselves one more drink. This was the most fun you’d had in a while, listening to Fionn sing Little Mix and watching Harry’s dad dance moves, but you still weren’t sure about where you and Fionns friendship was going, you had always been touchy but he seemed to be even more than usual tonight. At around 3:17 AM you started helping everyone to bed, making sure that they got up the stairs and finding their rooms in the large home ok. Fionn being the last boy you help to bed as you try to help carry his stumbling self to his room and gently set him on his bed. “Y/N?” “Yea Fionn?” You said as you took his shoes off for him. “Do you think of me?” “Umm.... yea of course you’re my best friend. Do you think of me?” You said as you pulled him a clean pair of grey sweatpants from his drawer, handing them to him to change into if he could after you left. “Yea ... a l-lot... lot”. You laughed at your best friends drunken speech and question, “Well good, I hope so because I plan on being your friend for a while”. You started to leave the room to give him some privacy to change and also you were exhausted and really just wanted a shower. “Y/N”. Fionn called out in a whiny tone. You turned around to see the drunk boy fiddling with his belt trying to undo it he tugging the wrong way, making it tighter. “I can’t get this .... ugggh!” “Fionn Fionn be quiet, the others are sleeping”. He looked up at you with desperate, bloodshot, tires eyes like a child that was frustrated and just wanted help. “I can’t get this fuckin thing off of me”. He said trying to pull it off the wrong way one more time. “Ok ok, I’ll help you with the belt”. Fionn watched in amazement at your fingers working to get the belt undone like they were the magic key to some lock. “There see, the belts off and now you can change”. “Nooooo”. Fionn still has that childlike look of being helpless and you were the only one who could help him. You let out an aggravated huff as you got down on your knees to undo the button on his jeans. Fionn was watching you while grinning from ear to ear, “What is it Fionn”. You said as you stopped working at the button that seemed to be stuck, you weren’t that drunk.... were you? “You’re takin my pants off”. “Yes Fionn, I’m helping you change remember”. “Aren’t you gonna take me on a date first”. You rolled your eyes and continued to work at the button. “I haven’t any pants underneath”. The drunk boy snickered while keeping his eyes locked on your hands. “Fionn Whitehead you better have something on under these jeans”. “Kidding!-” Fionn screamed with smiling “I have on some”. Finally after much work and your fingers being sore you got the button undone, pulling his pants down and helping him into the sweats, and after much whining from Fionn helping him remove his shirt which he got tagged around his neck. “Sleep with me please”. A droopy eyes already under the covers Fionn said as you were about to leave. “What?” “Not like....n-not like seeex silly, jus’ it’s jus’ I don’t wanna be alone....please?”   “Ok”. You climbed into the opposite side of the bed, Fionn immediately wrapping his arm around your waist and laying his head on your chest. “I do think of you Y/N. I think about how happy I am when I’m with you, how I’m never that happy with anyone else. I think about how much I love playing with your hair and I wonder if you’re ok all the time when I’m not with you. I think of how soft your skin is and how you must put lotion on everyday, but them I remember you don’t put lotion on all the day and that’s just how you are. And I think about your scent, how you have this incredibly scent that makes me feel all fuzzy inside and how it comforts me and how I wish I could just bottle that scent up and have it for whenever we’re not together. And how if I could bottle that scent I’d call it my girl, cause you’re my girl Y/N.... well I hope you are one day at least because I think I’m in love with everything about you”. You were playing with Fionns hair while he was giving you his little speech, but you weren’t sure how to respond. Surely it was just the alcohol talking and he didn’t really mean any of that, or that’s what you had to tell yourself I order to get some sleep. You woke up to the sounds of a guitar and what seemed to be Fionn singing, looking over at the clock it read 10:48 AM. How long had he been up ? “Morning”. You said as you walked out onto his balcony where he was sat with his guitar and two plates of fruit and toast. 

“Morning, made breakfast. The rest of the lads aren’t up yet so I just brought it up here”. Fionn sat down his guitar and motioned for you to sit and eat. “What were you playing?”   Fionns cheeks instantly turned red as he avoided your eyes, “Just some fray”. “Well is love to hear more if you wouldn’t mind”. Fionn hesitated to pick his guitar back up, but that was the thing, if anyone else had asked him to continue he would have just changed the subject, but for you, for Y/N, he would do anything. “Oh, ooh, ohBe my babyOh, ooh, ohOh, ooh, ohOh, ooh, ohBe my babyI'll look after you There now, steady love, so few come and don't goWill you, won't you be the one I'll always know?When I'm losing my control, the city spins aroundYou're the only one who knows, you slow it down”. “I....I meant it ya know.... when I said that I think... that I’m falling in love with you”. Your face fell to shock. How did he remember that? Did he remember the whole monologue that he gave you? “W-what?” Fionn let out a small laugh as he set his guitar down, “I wasn’t that drunk Y/N, all the things I said last night, that’s how I really feel about you”.   “I’m not sure what to say. I mean I’ve been feeling a little differently about our relationship lately. I mean I hate it when you’re off filming and I don’t get to see you for months and I love how when we’re just hanging out and watching a movie if my feet are cold you let me warm them up on you. I love how when I have a bad day at work or a headache you’ll play with my hair and just talk to me until I fall asleep because I love your voice and I think.... I think I may be falling in love with you too”. Fionn leaned forward quickly, placing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips. “Your lips are even softer than your skin”. You laughed before capture his lips with yours, giving him a slightly deep kiss than before. “I’ve really been wanting that for a while”. Fionn pushes a stray piece of hair from your face, “Well how about we practice it just a little bit more after all of these hungover guys are out of my house?” “I’m holding you to that Whitehead”. After the boys left, the rest of your day pretty much consisted of making out and cuddling wth Fionn in his hammock. You  couldnt remember a time where you felt more happy and safe, you were lucky to have Fionn.

[mmoxie]

hey can i just say i’m so fucking glad that the burning legion isn’t a problem for a while

im sure we’ll get fuckin Turbo Illidaniel Sargerion Raven Way in expansion 14 or what the fuck ever

but for now

no more green bullshit

no more “raar i am of argus the mightiest legion world”

no more melted draenei from 40,000 years ago hollering their goddamn asses off at us and uglying up our skies with their terrible spaceships

azeroth gets to be a little bit normal for a while- badly wounded, but n o r m a l

and i really missed being able to just, have my characters live in a world