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SKELETONS | ch. 9

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: After Carl is shot, Shane, Rick and Iris race to provide him with whatever aid they can. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; discussion of injured/shot child, blood donation, amateur emergency surgery, improper medical care, shitty hunting skills, poor houseguest manners

Chapter 9 - The Farm

Iris could not get the sick sight of Carl’s limp body out of her mind. He flopped around in Rick’s arms as they raced through the field. Iris was close behind, Shane leading the hunter, Otis, at the end of his shotgun. He’d given them thorough instructions on how to get to the farm, and Rick didn’t spare a second. He grunted at the weight, Carl’s blood already covering his arms.

“Hey! You move, shithead! Get us there!” Shane yelled as Otis slowed. He was a big guy, and did not run fast.

“How far? How far?!” Rick cried.

“Another half mile, that way!” Otis yelled, pointing as he gasped for breath. “Hershel! Talk to Hershel! He’ll help your boy!” Iris kept up with Rick as he ran, Shane staying behind to manage Otis’ profuse apologies. Rick was grunting in pain, in fear, for breath. They could see the farm house in the distance.

“Come on, we’re almost there.” Iris encouraged, running forward as she overtook him. “Help! Please! A little boy was shot!” She called. A silhouette on the porch quickly vanished into the house.

“Dad!” The woman yelled. Iris made it to the edge of the porch as a young woman with brown hair, an older woman, an old man, and a teenage boy with a baseball bat burst through the door.

“Was he bit?” The old man asked.

“Please, Otis shot him. He’s dying.” Iris pleaded. Rick staggered with Carl in his grip as he got close. “He said to find Hershel.”

“Is that you?” Rick asked, panting through a sob. “Help me. Help my boy.”

“Get him inside.” Hershel instructed. He started rolling up his sleeves as they followed him inside the farm house. It was gorgeous, but none of them could register anything except for helping Carl. “Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie, painkillers, coagulates— grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol.” He led them to a bedroom and ripped the bedspread off. Rick laid Carl down gently. He was so pale. “Pillowcase.”

“Is… is he alive?” Rick asked, his voice so quiet.

“Pillowcase, quick.” Hershel repeated. “Fold it, make a pad.”

“Is he alive?” Rick repeated, grabbing a pillow and practically ripping the case off. Another young girl appeared, helping the older one gather supplies. The older woman joined them and they worked quickly and quietly at the end of the bed.

“Put pressure on the wound.” Hershel instructed as Rick held the pillowcase to the shot. Hershel accepted the stethoscope from Patricia, pressing it to Carl’s chest. “I’ve got a heartbeat. It’s faint.” Rick practically collapsed in relief. 

“I’ve got it, step back.” Patricia said in a clear voice, taking over for Rick. Iris helped move him out of the way but close enough for comfort.

“Maggie, IV.” Hershel stated. “Your name?”

“Rick.” He mumbled. “I’m-I’m, um, I’m Rick.”

“Rick, we’re gonna do everything we can. You need to give us some room. You are?” He looked up at Iris.

“I’m Iris. This is Carl.” Iris offered. Hershel nodded. Rick looked out the window, seeing Shane and Otis running toward the house. He staggered out of the room to meet them. Iris stayed, breathing deeply as she watched over Carl. They all came back in a few minutes later.

“You know his blood type?” Hershel asked, looking up to Rick.

“I… I don’t know. God…” Rick curled inward, being practically held up by Shane. 

“I’m a universal donor.” Iris offered. “I can do a transfusion.”

“Are you sure?” Hershel asked, looking up at her. She nodded firmly, glancing to Rick. 

“You… you would…?” He asked.

“Of course, Rick.” She answered. 

“That’s fortunate. Don’t wander far, I’ll need you.” Hershel stated. Iris nodded. He looked up at Otis. “What happened?”

“I was tracking a buck.” Otis murmured. “Bullet went through it. Went clean through.”

“Clean through the side. Would have ruined most of the meat. Too young, anyways.” Iris stated, frowning at the man. He looked down at the floor in shame. “Walker food, now.”

“The deer slowed the bullet down, which certainly saved his life. But it did not go through clean. It broke up into pieces. If I can get the bullet fragments out, and I’m counting six…” Hershel trailed off.

“I never saw him.” Otis whispered as Patricia went to comfort him. “Not until he was on the ground.”

“Lori doesn’t know.” Rick murmured. Shane put his arm around him. “My wife doesn’t know. My wife doesn’t know.”

Hershel sent them from the room while he worked, and they sat around the living room in silence, the clock ticking horribly in the corner. Rick was shaking.

“Why’d I let him come with us?” He whispered. “I should have sent him with Lori.”

“You know, you start that, you’ll never get that monkey off your back.” Shane warned.

“Little girl goes missing, you look for her. Simple.” Rick thought aloud. “You said call it, head back—“

“Doesn’t matter what I said.” Shane shook his head.

“Carl got shot because I wouldn’t cut bait. It should be me in there.” Rick stated firmly.

“Rick, don’t do that to yourself.” Iris whispered.

“You’ve been there, partner.” Shane said confidently. “You pulled through and so will he.”

“Is that why I got out of that hospital? Found my family for it to end here like this? This some kind of… sick joke?”

“You stop it.” Shane shushed. “Just stop.”

“A little girl goes missing… you look for her. It’s plain and simple.” Rick repeated. Iris watched him carefully. The door to the room opened, the young woman with brown hair, Maggie, stood, her blue latex gloves covered in blood.

“Iris. He needs blood.” She said. Iris darted into the room, Rick on her heels. Carl sobbed in pain, grunting. He was awake.

“You, hold him down.” Hershel called, motioning to Rick and Shane. 

“Dad!” Carl screamed.

“I got you. We got you.” Rick assured as they held him to the bed to stop his squirming. Iris pulled her jacket off, squeezing her fist to make her veins more prominent. It was a good thing they’d found water. Carl screamed as Patricia took Iris’ arm, cleaning it with an alcohol wipe.

“Almost there.” Hershel murmured as Carl let out another scream.

“You’re killing him!” Rick yelled.

“Rick, do you want him to live?” Hershel asked in response. Patricia stuck Iris with the needle as Carl fainted from the pain. “He just passed out. One down, five to go.” Hershel pulled the first piece of shrapnel from the wound. Patricia got Iris a chair as they hooked the tubing up to the both of them, Iris’ blood quickly being transferred to Carl.

-

The surgery was long and difficult, but once it was over, it was over. Hershel continuously kept checking his blood pressure, Maggie making a note of it each time.

“Pressures stable.” He stated.

“Lori needs to be here. She doesn’t even know what’s going on.” Rick murmured, holding his son’s hand tightly. “I’ve got to go find her. Bring her back.”

“You should stay, Rick.” Iris said quietly.

“She’s his mother.” He spat. “She needs to know what happened. Her son’s lying here, shot.”

“Take a break, but stay close. He’ll need more blood.” Hershel said, unhooking Iris from the tubing. She nodded, standing, but staggering. She was lightheaded and a little nauseous. Shane steadied her, but she pushed him away, assuring she was fine. She walked out into the living room with Rick.

“He’s stable for now.” Shane told Otis and Maggie.

“Lori has to be here, Shane. She has to know.” Rick insisted.

“Okay.” Shane agreed. “I’m gonna handle it. But you’ve got to handle your end.”

“My end?”

“Your end is being here, for your son. There is no way I’d ever let you walk out that door. Man, I’d break your legs if you tried. You know that, right?” Shane huffed a laugh. “If something happened to him and you weren’t here… if— if he slipped away while you were gone, you would never forgive yourself for that. And neither would Lori, man.”

“You’re right.” Rick nodded, glancing back at the door. He looked almost as pale as Iris did.

“When was I ever wrong?” Shane asked with a small smile. Iris took a deep breath, blinking away the spots in her vision.

“Come here, Iris. Let’s get you some juice.” Maggie helped her to her feet, leaving Shane and Rick to talk quietly in the living room.

“Iris?” Rick called as they stood in the doorway. She turned back. “I can’t even begin—“

“Then don’t.” She replied, shaking her head. “He’s a good kid, Rick.” She turned back, letting Maggie help her into a wooden chair in the kitchen, pouring her a glass of orange juice. “Thanks, Maggie.”

“You’re doing a nice thing for that boy. How do you know him?” Maggie asked. Iris huffed a laugh.

“Rick offered me a place to stay in exchange for a couple guns.” She replied. Maggie raised an eyebrow, nodding.

“Well it sounds like a pretty good deal to me.” She said with a smile. Iris downed the glass of juice before walking back to the living room. Hershel came out of the bedroom, wiping his hands.

“He’s out of danger for the moment, but I need to remove those remaining fragments.” Hershel explained.

“How? You saw how he was.” Rick asked.

“I know. And that was the shallowest one. I need to go deeper to get the others.” Hershel added.

“Oh, man.”

“There’s more.” He continued.

“Tell me.”

“His belly’s distended, his pressure is dropping, which means there’s internal bleeding. A fragment must have nicked one of the blood vessels. I have to open him up, find the bleeder and stitch it. And he can’t move while I’m in there, I mean at all. If he reacts the same as before, I’ll sever an artery and he’ll be dead in minutes.” He explained. Rick nodded in understanding. “To even try this, I have to put him under. But if I do, he won’t be able to breathe on his own, same bad results.”

“What’ll it take?” Rick asked.

“You need a respirator.” Otis said, standing from his chair. “What else?”

“The tube that goes with it, extra surgical supplies, drapes, sutures.”

“If you had all that, you could save him?” Rick asked.

“If I had all that, I could try.” Hershel corrected warily.

“The nearest hospital went up in flames a month ago.” Otis questioned. “… the high school?”

“That’s what I was thinking.” Hershel nodded. “They set up a FEMA shelter there. They would have everything we need.”

“Place was overrun the last time I saw it. You couldn’t get near it. Maybe it’s better now.”

“I said leave the rest to me…” Shane muttered. “Is it too late to take that back?” He chuckled.

“I hate you going alone.” Rick muttered.

“Come on. Doc, why don’t you do me a list and draw me a map?” Shane asked.

“You won’t need a map. I’ll take you there.” Otis stated. “Ain’t but five miles.”

“Otis, no.” Patricia protested.

“Honey, we don’t have time for guesswork and I’m responsible. I ain’t gonna sit here while this fella takes this on alone. I’ll be alright.”

“Are you sure about this?” Shane asked.

“You even know what any of the stuff he’s talking about looks like?” Otis asked. Shane made a face. “I’ve been a volunteer E.M.T.. I do. We could talk about this till next Sunday or we could just go do it real quick.”

“I’ll take right quick.” Shane agreed.

“I should thank you.” Rick muttered.

“Wait till that boy of yours is up and around. Then we’ll talk. I’ll gather some things.”

“Where is she? Your wife?” Maggie asked, standing up. Rick gave her some surprisingly specific directions and she ran out the door toward the barn.

“Just get what you need and get out of there.” Rick instructed as they saw them out. Patricia kissed Otis goodbye and Rick handed him his revolver. They got into the truck and drove off. 

-

Rick and Iris stood on the porch of the farmhouse, waiting. It was hard for Iris, so she had no idea how Rick must have been feeling.

“This place is beautiful.” Rick murmured as Hershel approached them.

“Been in my family for 160 years.” Hershel replied. 

“I can’t believe how serene it is. How untouched. You’re lucky.” 

“We weren’t completely unscathed. We lost friends. Neighbours. The epidemic took my wife. My stepson.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My daughters were spared. I’m grateful to God for that.” Hershel continued. “These people here, all we’ve got left is each other. Just hoping we can ride it out in peace till there’s a cure.”

“We were at the CDC.” Iris stated, looking up from the rocking chair. “It’s gone. No cure.”

“I don’t believe it.” Hershel said, shaking his head with a smile. ���When AIDS came along, everyone panicked. One boy in town came down with it and some parents pulled their kids from school so they didn’t have to sit in the same room.”

“This is a whole other thing.” Rick shook his head.

“That’s what we always say— ‘this one’s different.’”

“Well, this one is.” Rick replied. Hershel chuckled.

“Mankind’s been fighting plagues from the start. We get our behinds kicked for a while, then we bounce back. It’s nature correcting herself. Restoring some balance.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

It wasn’t long before Maggie returned with Lori on the back of her horse. Rick ran to greet them, Lori gripping him tight, sobbing. He brought her into the house to see Carl and she lay down on the bed with him, whispering to him.

Patricia came back to hook Iris up again, and she sat for a while, bloodletting. Or so it felt like. It was worth it, she knew it was, but never had she felt so weak. When they removed the tubes again, Iris stretched, her limbs tight and achy. 

“Iris, I don’t know what to say.” Lori whispered, her son’s hand tight in hers.

“If you two try to thank me one more time, I swear to God.” Iris replied amusedly, a small smile on her lips. Lori smiled back, shaking her head.

“I can never repay you for this.”

“Maybe you can repay me in trust.” Iris stated, looking up at her. Lori paused for a moment before nodding. It was true, she didn’t trust Iris, not completely. But this was definitely a shift in her feelings. Lori walked her to the kitchen, slowly, and Hershel handed her another glass of orange juice, motioning for her to drink the whole thing.

“Okay, so when Shane gets back with this other man—“ Lori started as Rick joined them.

“Otis.” Hershel offered.

“Otis. The idiot who shot my son.” Lori stated.

“Ma’am, it was an accident.” Hershel assured.

“I’ll take that under advisement later. For now, he’s the idiot who shot our son.”

“Lori.” Rick chastised. “They’re doing everything they can to make it right.”

“Okay, as soon as they get back, you can perform this surgery?” Lori asked.

“I’ll certainly do my best.” Hershel replied.

“Okay. You’ve done this procedure before?”

“Well, yes, in a sense.”

“In a sense?”

“Honey, we don’t have the luxury of shopping for a surgeon.” Rick protested.

“No, I understand that.” Lori chuckled. “I mean, you’re a doctor, right?”

“Yes, ma’am, of course. A vet.”

“A veteran? A combat medic?” She asked, eyes widening.

“A veterinarian.” Hershel clarified. Lori gaped, turning to her husband in shock.

“And you’ve done this surgery before on what, cows? Pigs?” Lori asked. Iris huffed, pulling out a seat at the table. “You’re completely in over your head, aren’t you?”

“Ma’am, aren’t we all?” He answered.

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Oh yeah, so does anyone remember that one Professor Layton OC I made back during my Layton phase?

Not Eileen, I’m talking about this guy here. The character who was unnamed but was part of an idea I had for a Layton story (and also an ex of Descole’s)

Well, I actually named him ages ago, as well as gave him a bit more stuff (not a lot, just a bit), and about 2 hours ago I just randomly decided to draw/redesign him again. For no particular reason, I just did it

If I’m being honest, I don’t think the redesign turned out half bad. I didn’t do much, just changed up his hair and outfit a little, but I think it works. Ironically I was using Ace Attorney characters as more of my reference here than Layton. Maybe not the best but it works

Also I know his cane arm looks weird, but shh

I wrote most of the stuff about him up there, but his name is now Claude di Adone, for reasons I don’t remember. I do remember where Claude came from though, it was @notllorstel’s Twisted Fates AU Descole that was Layton. And also that his name was supposed to sound both vaguely French and Italian

As I recall, the hypothetical plot centers a good deal on parts of Descole’s past (though not a lot on Descole’s character development), where Layton and co come to this town where at least in public, everyone dresses similar to Descole. Not necessarily because of him, but rather because it was based on the bauta masks and the fact that apparently people in Venice once commonly wore these outfits and that sounded cool

Actually I think I remember the name of the story now, I believe it was City of Masks or something like that

Edit: I found the original post, it was Town of Masks

Anyways, Claude was the one who called Layton here, as he wanted him to solve some mystery going around the town that I never really figured out, and had done so after learning of his reputation

However, there’s more to Claude as he actually once knew Desmond Sycamore when they were younger. The image says “friend” because they weren’t just friends, they were actually dating, but Claude might not make that fully known. There are hints prior to this revelation that Claude knows a bit more than he should about Layton from the papers, or at least on a level that he shouldn’t for a complete stranger, like trying to call Layton by his first name. This is because Claude has been fully aware of the Hershel twist for years as this was before Desmond got super secretive about his former life and considered Claude someone he could trust. So from Claude’s perspective he’s meeting the famed younger brother of an old friend/ex of his that he’s never fully gotten over his feelings for, and he occasionally forgets that Layton probably doesn’t know that

But not only does Claude have a past with Desmond/Descole, but Descole himself happens to be in the town as well, albeit with a bout of amnesia. Note that this is supposed to take place sometime after the prequels. Claude is well aware of this, and this is the second secret reason he called Layton, as he knows Layton has a past with both Desmond and Descole, and hopes that Layton will be able to jog his memory, especially as Claude himself has been struggling with that due to the large gap in time from when they last met

Also, there’s the matter of his cane. Originally I said that he used one due to an injury in the past, but now I’ve decided he’s just always had weak legs, and has been using a cane pretty much his whole life. His cane does still secretly have a sword though

Claude is a nice guy, and can be rather generous, such as letting Layton and his friends stay in his house for their time here, since he’s rich with a big house and lives alone aside from some servants, so there’s plenty of room, and he does ultimately have good intentions, but he can also be shady as fuck sometimes and you probably don’t know him as well as you think

And yeah, I just felt like sharing that. Don’t know if anyone cares but I did

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WITH YOU [24] SORRY, BROTHER

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Charlie finds out that one person know about her secret. The group has to decide what to do with Randall. A tragedy happens.

Warnings: language, character's death, blood, animals death, agnst

Song: idk IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE SONG HIT ME UP

A/N: Hello ;) Update: I love making edits. Thank you for your activity here, I love getting notifications from you. Only two chapters to end the Act!!!! As usual I hope you like the chapter!

"Boy there's got a gang, 30 men," said Daryl as he appeared near the fire as he was done talking with Randall. "They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna...they're gonna wish they were."

Charlie looked down at his hands which were covered in blood and bruised. Carol seemed to see the same as she asked. "What did you do?"

"Had a little chat." he shrugged and threw Charlie a look as he was passing her.

"No one goes near this guy," Rick said out loud.

"Rick, what are you gonna do?" Lori asked.

"We have no choice." he shook his head. "He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat."

"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked terrified as he heard those words.

"It's settled." Rick ignored him. "I'll do it today."

He was sitting away from everyone, pouring water on his hands, to clean them from blood. It was visible that he was in pain, but he tried everything so his face wouldn't show this. Charlie sighed at his stubbornness to ask Hershel for painkillers or something, so she did that."Let me help you."

"I don't want your help," he said.

"I didn't ask." she rolled her eyes. "Give me your hand."Daryl was looking at her like a scared kitten that got stuck in a tree, so she reached for his wrist and brought it closer to her. "Why you're so stubborn."

"Because I can handle it."

Charlie opened a bottle with disinfection liquid and he was ready to feel the painful pinching, but it never came. She poured some liquid on the cloth and delicately placed it on the wound. As soon as she picked the cloth she brought his hand closer to her lips, blowing cool air on it.

"You're good with this," Daryl said, examining her face. "Let me guess...one of your brothers?" he said as she was opening her mouth.

"Will," she said. "He had a bad temper and always was in the middle of the fight. Then Zac was trying to help him and usually ended up just like you. With his hands all in blood," she explained. "You did something like this?"

By this, she meant interrogating or rather torturing Randall.

"No," he answered. "It's my first time. But I saw people do this."

She looked at him.

"My brother had many friends."

"And they taught you how to open a beer with a shoelace?" Charlie smiled.

Daryl smirked and shook his head. "They taught me many things."

The weather was strange that day. When the sun was hidden behind the clouds it was cold, but as soon as it showed up again the heat was hard to bear. Charlie was walking towards the house to drop off a bag with equipment she used on Daryl's hands. She felt a smile creeping up her face at the thought of the man. He was acting like a puppy that was kicked out of the house, so now it was hard for him to trust others.

"Charlie," Dale called her name when she was passing the RV by.

She sighed because she knew why he wanted to talk with her. "It's not up to me, Dale."

"But if we gather more people it will be up to us," said Dale.

"And what's your reason?"

"A reason?" he opened his eyes wider not believing that she even asked for a reason to save someone's life.

"Well, Rick said he's a threat. And Daryl just confirmed this," she answered.

"He's a young man, Charlie. We can make him a part of our group just like we did to you." he reasoned.

"Woah, woah. Stop your horse." she gasped and stopped her steps. "I had one gun without any bullet and five knives, not 30 men ready to kill you."

"Think about your brothers!" he called after her, making her stop in her tracks. "You would like them to have a chance!"

"My brothers are dead," she said. "And they were good people. They wouldn't join some assholes like him."

"You can be a good person and make mistakes," he said and looked her in the eyes. "You're a good person, but made some mistakes, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said and turned away.

Dale followed her. "Irma, my wife, was a fan of this one breakfast TV, where she was watching this lovely and sweet girl."

Charlie once again stopped in her tracks but didn't look at him. Her heart stopped beating.

"She was sick, so she had a lot of time to scroll through the channels, and one morning she found you. She started calling you her daughter as she fell for your warm smile and kind eyes," he said.

She looked at him, expecting what he could tell her.

"Sometime before her death, she wrote a letter for you. But it was sent back, not opened." he said."After she died I wanted to meet you and talk with you. That's what my wife would like. It was her dream." he said. "In the meantime, the virus happened and I saw you inviting people to the refuge center, that was my chance." he smiled at the memory. "But it wasn't safe like you said. I barely made it out alive. You lied."

She tightened her lips."I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You lied to people. Lead them to death," he said. "But you're not a bad person. You had your reasons."

"Randall can lead us to death just like I did back in Atlanta," she said finally admitting what Dale accused her of. There was no point in acting like she had no idea what he was talking about. Dale knew.

"But we can change that!" he said. "You can redeem yourself for lying."

"Listen," she closed her eyes. "I did what I did, it's done. My punishment is living with this and you don't have to remind me of any of that," she said firmly. "You say Randall is my redemption? I say all of you are. I'm trying to help you all, so we can all survive. That's my redemption. Caring for people that I consider friends. Not some random guy that can get us all killed. That's my redemption!" she said. "And I did get the letter from your wife. But I just didn't feel like responding. See? I'm not a good person. Just like Randall isn't one. So maybe instead of convincing everyone, you should try just open your eyes."

At sunset, everyone gathered in Hershel's living room to decide what to do with their prisoner. It wasn't the most comfortable situation, because being the one to decide whether someone should live or die was cruel. Randall was probably terrified in that shed, all alone, in fear of what they could do to him or if walkers were somewhere around.

"How's your hand?" Charlie whispered to Daryl, as she stood next to him.

"Hurt like a bitch." he said. "I'll live. Don't worry."

She smiled and looked around the room, checking if everyone's present already. "So how do we do this? Just take a vote?" Charlie asked when the silence was killing her.

"Does it have to be unanimous?" Andrea asked nodding her head.

"How about majority rules?" Lori said.

"Well, let's just see where everybody stands, then we can talk through the options," Rick answered.

"Well, where I sit, there's only one way to move forward," said Shane in a firm voice.

"Killing him. Right?" Dale snapped. "I mean, why even bother to take a vote? It's clear which way the wind's blowing.

"Well, if people believe we should spare him," said Rick. "I wanna know."

"Well, I can tell you, it's a small group...maybe just me, Glenn, and Charlie," Dale said looking at the mentioned people.

"Look, I..." Glenn looked down and then at the old man. "I think you're pretty much right about everything all the time, but this..."

"They've got you scared!" the old man interrupted. "Charlie?"

"He's not one of us," said Charlie. "And we've...we've lost too many people already."

Dale opened his eyes even wider in disbelief, turning his attention to Maggie. "How about you? Do you agree with this?"

"Couldn't we continue keeping him prisoner?" she asked Rick with furrowed eyebrows.

"Just another mouth to feed."

"It may be a lean winter." Hershel nodded.

"We could ration better." reasoned Lori.

"Well, he could be an asset." Dale tried to make a point. "Give him a chance to prove himself."

"Put him to work?"

"We're not letting him walk around."

"We could put an escort on him." "Who wants to volunteer for that duty?"

"I will," Dale said immediately.

"I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy," Rick said.

"He's right."

"I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up," said Lori.

"We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labor." Andrea rolled her eyes.

"Look, say we let him join us, right? Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice," said Shane. "We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men."

"So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?!" Dale gasped. "If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. The rule of law is dead. There's no civilization."

"Oh, my God," Shane said in awe.

"Could you drive him further out?" "Leave him like you planned?"

"You barely came back this time." Lori protested. "There are walkers. You could break it down. You could get lost."

"Or get ambushed," Daryl added.

"They're right." Rick nodded. "We should not put our own people at risk."

"If you go through with it, how would you do it?" Carol asked. "Would he suffer?"

"We could hang him, right?" Shane looked at Rick. "Just snap his neck."

"I thought about that." Grimes nodded. "Shooting may be more humane."

"And what about the body? Do we bury him?" T-Dog wondered.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on." Dale raised his arms. "You're talking about this like it's already decided."

"You've been talking all day, going around in circles," Daryl answered to Dale in annoyance. "You just wanna go around in circles again?"

"This is a young man's life, and it is worth more than a five-minute conversation!" he snapped. "Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him? You saved him and now look at us. He's been tortured. He's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we're so afraid of?"

"We all know what needs to be done."

"No, Dale is right," Rick said. "We can't leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility..."

"So what's the other solution?" Andrea asked, interrupting Rick.

"Let Rick finish," Lori said.

"I'm so done with this conversation," Charlie muttered under her nose and Daryl looked at her with a nod.

"We haven't come up with a single viable option yet. I wish we could." Rick said.

"So let's work on it!" Dale tried to convince them.

"We are!"

"Stop it. Just stop it." Carol silenced everyone. "I'm sick of everybody arguing and fighting I didn't ask for this."

"Yeah. I agree with Carol." Charlie said. "You can't ask us to decide something like this.

"Please decide...either of you, both of you...but leave me out." Carol nodded.

"Not speaking out or killing him yourself, there's no difference." the old man said.

Charlie opened her eyes wider at his accusation and opened her mouth wider.

"All right, that's enough," she said to Dale and was ready to throw hands- at least that's what Daryl thought, he was afraid that she would actually punch the old man so he held her by her wrist.

"Anybody that wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance," Rick said, looking around.

"You once said that we don't kill the living," Dale said.

"Well, that was before the living tried to kill us."

"But don't you see? If we do this, the people that we were...the world that we knew is dead." the old man said. "And this new world is ugly. It's...harsh. It's...it's survival of the fittest. And that's a world I don't wanna live in, and I don't believe that any of you do. I can't. Please. Let's just do what's right. Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?"

"He's right." Andrea finally gave in. "We should try to find another way."

"Anybody else?" Rick asked and looked at Charlie.

"I'm with Carol," said Charlie, shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever she decides, there's where my vote is."

"Are y'all gonna watch too?" Dale asked sarcastically. "No, you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being. I won't be a part of it," he said and as he passed Daryl, he placed a hand on his arm. "This group is broken."

When Rick was back with Carl, she knew the kid made trouble. They didn't hear a shot, so obviously something went wrong...and obviously that something happened because of Carl. She just knew. The look in Rick's eyes that was showing worry and his grip on the kid made it completely clear. Then he said that Randall would be in custody, which confirmed that something changed his mind. Shane was clearly angry about this, but he just passed everyone and sat down by the fire.

Andrea on the other hand was very happy and wanted to find Dale to share the happy news. Charlie offered her to help with finding him, so it would be quicker.

Was she happy that they didn't kill Randall? She didn't mind, because his life didn't mean anything to her. She didn't even talk with him and she had to worry about her people. But to Dale, it was a big deal, so she was determined to find him...and apologize for not backing him up back in the house...and maybe, just maybe, try to convince him to keep his mouth shut about what she did. Charlie saw him walking through the fields with his gun on the back. "Dale! Dale wait!"

"Why?!" he yelled. "So you can tell me all the details of the execution? No thank you," he said and raised one of his arms, so she knew that he was passing the offer.

"Dale! Wait!" she yelled after him and started jogging towards him. It was hard due to the high grass and he was much ahead of her. She placed her foot on the ground after making a big step and immediately she felt that the grass was strange, more slippery. Charlie looked down and saw that she stepped in a puddle...a puddle of blood. Fear. That's how she felt when her eyes looked up and saw a cow or rather what was left of it. She didn't have a gun, the only weapon was her knife...and that just seemed not enough. "Dale, wait for me!"

He stopped, but not after her pleas, no. He stopped once he saw another dead cow. She looked down one more time at the guts that were falling out of the cow. Something that ate her must have been really hungry because the cow was almost all gone. Charlie looked up.

In that moment her heart stopped.

The man probably realized what was going on and his intention was to get them both away from the field. When he turned to call Charlie and voice his concerns he found himself face to face with a disgusting beast. Its face was still covered in cow's blood, but apparently, two animals weren't enough and it was starving to have Dale as a desert. "Charlie!"

But she was stuck. First of all, she had just her knife, and the Walker seemed more aggressive than normal. It was stronger and faster due to its dinner party before. She wanted to help that was out of the question, but at that particular moment, a thought ran through her brain. If Dale was dead, her secret would be safe, no one would know about her crimes and she wouldn't have to put herself in danger. But that thought was quickly followed by another thought. The exact same way of thinking created this whole mess. She wanted safety and she lied to everyone, she led hundreds of people to death for her own safety.

"DALE! No!" she yelled and started to run towards him."Help! HELP!"

 Dale was trying to hold it back, but the force the Walker was pushing onto him made both of them fall. The man let out a call that sounded like Charlie and tried to push away the Walker.

"HELP! HELP! HERE!" she was yelling.

When he heard her screams there was no hesitation. His body switched to the autopilot as he started running in the direction of her. All he had in mind was her and what was going on right now. His heart was biting hundred a mile and the fear was just making him run even faster.

"CHARLIE!" Daryl screamed.

Dixon was scared. Just three days ago they lost Sophia and they couldn't save her, so now that he was hearing Charlie's screams he knew that he had to do whatever it took to help her. Because he couldn't lose her.

The moment Charlie was right next to Dale, was the moment she saw a picture that made her freeze as panic was overflowing her body. She wanted to push the Walker away and kill him, but she had never seen anything like that in her life. The dead didn't bite Dale as it couldn't reach him, so it ripped him open. His insides were visible, guts falling out and blood just pouring from him like from a cup. She was frozen once again. Charlie wanted to move, but just couldn't. That could have been her instead of Dale.

Strong tackle made the Walker fall from Dale and a smooth hit in the head killed it for good."Help! Over here! Help! Run!" Daryl waved to the others. "Charlie don't look!"

But she couldn't, she was so scared that she couldn't make herself turn away. Dale was dying because of her.

"Oh, my God. Oh, God. Alright just listen to my voice. Listen to me, all right?" Rick said as he kneeled next to Dale. "Okay, hold on now. Get Hershel! He needs blood. We got to operate now!"

There were more and more people coming to the scene, they were gasping and sobbing as they realized what happened. Andrea dropped to her knees and started crying. Sobbs were mixing in the air with Dale's whimpers.

"What happened?" asked Hershel when he finally arrived.

"I tried to warn him. I was running so fast, but I couldn't make it. When I was here he was already..." Charlie tried to tell everyone what happened.

"What can we do?" Rick interrupted her.

"Dale, it's gonna be okay." Glenn tried to assure the man.

"Can we move him?" Rick asked.

"He won't make the trip." Hershel shook his head.

"You have to do the operation here," Charlie demanded through the tears.

"Glenn get back to the house." Rick nodded and was ready to command everyone, but when he saw Hershel's face that was just screaming that there was nothing they could do, he screamed. "NO!"

"He's suffering," Charlie said.

"Do something!" Andrea demanded.

Daryl turned Charlie's shaking body, so it was facing back to Dale. Her head was still turning towards the man, so Daryl just hugged her tight to his body and whispered in her ear. "Don't look."

She hugged him back and her body was convulsing in sobs. She just couldn't stop crying, because she couldn't save Dale, if only she was faster. One of his hands was holding her neck to prevent it from turning and he tangled his fingers in her braided hair.

"Sorry brother," said Daryl.

Gunshot.

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[whalefill]

please tell us more abt your walkingdead hyperfixation i promise we'll be nice abt it!!! your art is stunning!!!

oh god ok well thank you firstly

basically here's the thing I really have a lot of problems with the walking dead, i've never read the comics or played the game so my only reference is the tv show which ran for way too long and went through too many writers (who only share ONE quality consistently and thats being fucking weird! it's so fucking racist and I wish more people talked about that!!!)

it feels like the story is just completely lost along the way which I think most people can agree on. so my hyperfixation is on twd but mainly all of the ways that I would not SQUANDER its potential if I were the one writing it

but I'm not taking 11 seasons worth of bullshit and meticulously altering each part of it to my tastes because I'm not that dedicated. I'm taking the premises of the characters that I really like, or are necessary to the plot, and making them brand new. like basically just ocs at this point.

but enough yapping im gonna tell you some actual details of the rewrite

- Rick, now named River, is an ex-firefighter rather than an ex-cop. because you cannot ever be a hero if you are a fucking cop. sorry. he and Shane (no new name yet) and their wretched codependent brother/best friend situation have enchanted me mind and soul so I have to physically restrain myself from making the rest of this post about them , but just know he beats Shane to death in the equivalent of Hershel's barn as its in flames and he walks away permanently marred with burns. he's also much much more mentally ill in my version. this guy has disorders like you wouldn't believe. disorders out the wazoo

- the character i would say I'm keeping the most true to the show is Daryl, even down to his name. all I've done is hit him with the transgenderfication beam. and also the autismfication beam. but both of these things are so plain to me in the source material that they barely feel like big changes

- Maggie is now named Madeline (Mads for short). she undergoes a genuine corruption arc here, because as each member of her family is picked off by pointless feuds she eventually has no empathy left for people that aren't already close to her heart. she deserves to be irredeemably insane. which is why she's the one to jail my version of Negan, not Rick like in the show, and she tortures him before eventually killing him. (IT'S SO DESERVED. SHE LOSES HER BABY TO HIM IN MY VERSION)

and don't get me started on Carol .. that woman needs to be a butch lesbian NOW 💔

- the apocalypse itself is also vastly different. it starts with a descent into major fascism in the west and the effects of it worldwide, and that's why the sickness is so quick to destroy civilization as a majority -- its just the last nail in the coffin. additionally, it's not really zombies anymore, they're not undead. just no longer human. because a disease that affects living things with appetites and some semblance of lingering intelligence and coordination is much, much scarier than the bumbling idiots in twd, and I have always, ALWAYS thought zombies were goofy.

maybe one day I'll have a concise document to share? I'm still working on it as a collaborative thing with my siblings who I dragged into watching the show with me, so I don't have it all figured out yet. ummmmmm. I'm gonna say that's all for now before this post really gets too long

THANKS FOR ASKING!!!!! and have a good day pls :)

[lylyyys]

the walking dead oc

(sorry if this is formatted weird!! it’s my first time posting something like this <3)

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~ basic !!

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name - Amari Torres

nicknames - ami, ri, riri, mari, ari

Age - 29/18 (depending on au)

Gender - male

height - 5’7

sexuality - gay idk

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~ appearance !

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- hair halfway down his chest

- chunky highlights from before the apocalypse, only at the ends of his hair

- always has hair ties & bracelets on his wrists

- sleeper build 😛😛😛😛😛😛

- moles, specifically one near the inner corner of his eye & one on the left side of his nose (foams at the mouth)

- has a nose piercing he shittily did when he was like 13… (he keeps it cause he thinks it makes him look cool, who else is taking piercing shit in the apocalypse?)

- brown hair

- scar across his eye from before he found Hershel’s farm

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~ personality / perks !!

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- usually nice and friendly even at the start but gets better at socializing later in your relationship

- a little childish

- warms up and becomes the most annoying person you’ve ever met but in a good way ❤️❤️

- adhd, anxiety… what else ???

- quiet around crowds

- giggly when drunk

- usually travels alone

- badass tbh

- uses a sickle

- very emotional

- loyal

- very trusting (which is bad most of the time)

- likes to document his days in his big bulky journal (he puts some silly things he collects in there, sticks with some double sided tape)

- lowkey he could be a leader but doesn’t like the responsibility

- overthinker

- gets frustrated really easily

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- he doesn’t like it when people are rude without reason (except when they’re daryl cuz he’s daryl)

- he hates bugs, despite being outside so much- the second he sees one he will not hesitate to pull a gun on it

- he dislikes having body hair, says it makes him feel like a dirty ugly male

- he hates crying, as it makes him feel dramatic and weak

- he has a fear of puke. every time he sees someone puke, he covers his eyes and runs away

- he hates & loves smoke. it makes him cough and gets into his eyes, but he likes the smell sometimes

- you will never not catch him complaining about hypocrites

- when people call him “ari”, as it was his dad’s nickname for him

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- used to always love fashion before the outbreak

- storms with soft thunder

- journaling, scrapbooking

- giving people second chances if they can prove themselves better

- singing to himself, vv musical typa guy

- riding his bike around !! he really stuck with it after they separated at the jail, using the bike as a getaway

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~ quirks / habits

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- bouncing his leg

- biting the inside of his lip

- fidgeting w/ his jewelry

- likes reading cheesy romcom books

- uses hands to speak a lot

- picks at nails

- smiles in uncomfortable situations

- has a slight rbf

- always makes an effort to look at the person speaking

- giggles more than he laughs

(if you would like to see his backstory I’d be happy to post it <3)

[thehomeofduck]

Curse of the Fold | Chapter 10

Rating: Explicit (Violence, Sexual Content) Pairing: Daryl/Buck, M/M, Canon/OC

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I could only stare up at the courtyard, seeing the blurred figures of our fellow survivors.

"It's not up to me. There's a council now. They run this place." I heard a voice call back; Rick.

"Is Hershel on the council?" I heard movement and looked to my right. Hershel was being dragged out of the jeep and led out to the middle of the open space.

"What about Michonne? She on the council too?" The Governor continued, Michonne was grabbed next. I watched her be led out to where Hershel was, and I knew I was next.

I was tugged out by another man, forced to walk to the other two. "Or what about the little Buck?" And of course he knew my name. "Picked up and on the road to a new start, huh?" he continued.

There was a silence before Rick spoke again, "I don't make decisions anymore." We were all pushed onto our knees, a woman to Hershel's right and a man to my left as Michonne sat in the middle of us.

"You're making the decisions today, Rick. Come down here." The Governor stood his ground. "Let's have that talk."

The air grew silent as we waited. Staring up to the courtyard in anticipation of what was next. We watched as Rick opened the gate, walking down the long pathway to where we were set up. Nothing sat right. Hershel had it in his mind that everything would be okay, but it couldn't go right. Nothing could. We were held hostage. They had a tank; they had the people; we had nothing more. The outbreak wiped out so many of us.

Rick came up to the fence, far enough away to get a look at us all. "Let 'em go right now. I'll stay down here. Talk as long as you want." He shifted. The anxiety was hitting him. I could see the concern and worry on his face as he tried to reason with the man. "But you let 'em go. You got a tank. You don't need hostages."

The Governor was quick to respond, "I do." He tilted his head at Rick. "This is just to show you I'm serious. Not to blast a hole in our new home. You and your people, you have till sundown to get out of here or they die." Peacefully, my ass, I didn't doubt his threats. First encounter with this guy and he tried to burn me, kidnapped the three of us and has a tank. Don't see how that's peaceful. 

I watched as Rick shook his head, "Doesn't have to go down this way."

"I got more people, more firepower." The Governor pauses, "we need this prison." He seemed to be doing just fine wherever he was coming from, considering all the shit they have. "There it is. It's not about the past. It's about right now."

"There are children here. Some of them are sick. They.. they won't survive." Rick stuttered out.

"I have a tank. And I'm letting you walk away from here." The Governor's voice raised as he spoke, enough to let the others above maybe get a hint at the situation. "What else is there to talk about?" 

Rick looked down in thought as Michonne looked between Hershel and I. The atmosphere grew tense once again at the silence. But it was quickly broken again by the Governor, "I could shoot you all. You'd all shoot back. I know that. But we'll win and you'll be dead. All of you. Doesn't have to be like that." But he's not afraid to do it all. He wants control. "Like I said, it's your choice." 

The two stared each other down. Rick was seemingly lost. What way could we convince the tank wielding man otherwise? "We can all live together. There's enough room for all of us." He pleaded.

"More than enough. But I don't think my family would sleep well, knowing you were under the same roof." 

Their voices grew calmer as they tried to reason with each other, well Rick tried to reason. The Governor was as stubborn as a dog. "We'd live in different cell blocks. We'd never have to see each other."

Hershel suddenly spoke up. "It could work. You know it could."

"You have our place and we have ours." I continued, Hershel giving me a proud look. Even in the heaviest situations, he always somehow held out, hoping for the best. We couldn't fight, we couldn't argue; trying to make up some sort of plan was the best we had. But part of me doubted we could get through to him. Something happened before and this just seemed like revenge. 

"It could've. But it can't. Not after Woodbury. Not after Andrea." He spoke, ignoring Hershel and I.

"Look, I'm not saying it's gonna be easy. Fact is, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder than standing here shooting at each other. But I don't think we have a choice." Rick's voice stung with pain.

"We don't. You do."

"We're not leaving." Rick argued, and I heard the Governor seethe. "You try to force us. We'll fight back. The gunshots will just bring more of the walkers out. They'll take down the fences. Without the fences, this place is worthless." He paused. "Now, we can all live in the prison or none of us can."

I could hear the footsteps of the Governor climbing off the tank. That familiar sound of Michonne's weapon being unsheathed suddenly hit us. 

"We'll fix the damn fences." He muttered. My hair was suddenly yanked up and a cold material hit my neck, threatening to break the skin. I kept still, watching what I could of the others, seeing Rick's eyes grow wide. His grip on me loosened as he focused on the reactions of those above, shoving my back as he walked to Hershel, putting it to his neck instead. His daughters cried from the courtyard, seeing their father suddenly on death row. My breath was heavy as I looked between them and Rick. He fell back on his feet, no longer standing up straight and confident. Rick pointed to one of the girls.

"You. You in the ponytails. Is this what you want? Is this what any of you want?" He desperately cried. "Look, I fought him before. And after, we took in his old friends. They've become leaders in what we have here. Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates, you're one of us." Silence fell over us all, pondering on what Rick had just said.

"We let go of all of it, and nobody dies. Everyone who's alive right now. Everyone who's made it this far. We've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We're not too far gone. We get to come back. I know.. we all can change." Everyone's eyes were focused on Rick, taking in every little thing he said. Please let it be enough. Please let it go peacefully. I didn't know who or what I was praying for. I never have before, but I didn't want anyone to die. I didn't want this place to go under.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Governor's arms drop, a smile on Hershel's face at the speech Rick had given, seeing how it affected the man above him. Was there really hope?

"Liar." I could only watch as he swung his arms up and, just like a bat, swung down on Hershel's neck. My eyes widened and my ears ring at the sounds around me, watching the blood gush from his neck, his eyes lifeless as he dropped to the ground, blood tainting his shirt. Screams were heard out around me and it was drowned out by the sound of gunshots. The Governor cried, holding his arm where he had been hit. The surrounding people quickly ran for cover behind the jeeps, firing back. I watched Michonne roll off past me, everyone so focused on shooting each other.

A man ran up to me, attempting to grab me and drag me off to the side. The barrel of his gun dug into my chin. I knocked my head back into him, hitting him hard enough where he stumbled back, gun lowering to grab at his face. Turning quickly, I raised a boot to kick him hard in the dick, sending him to his knees. I took the newfound time to lower myself to the ground, stepping back over my arms with some strain so they had been in front of me now.

I ran past the man before he could get back up, finding myself behind another. Stalking closer, I wrapped my tied hands around his neck. He immediately struggled, and I used my boot to kick into the back of his knees, sending him down. I pulled my leg up before quickly shoving it back down into his face. He was down, but I did it again and again. My breath was heavy, and I circled his body to grab his knife as he lay still.

Propping the knife up, I used it to tear away at the rope. Once free, I grabbed the gun the man carried before wrapping the strap around me and continuing forward. The tank beside me started to move, crashing through the gates as the remaining fighters moved in, some using the cars to come through. I snuck from behind, raising the gun to shoot at two that had been behind. I hit one in the head, the other being shot in the back. Watching them fall, I continued forward, sneaking by the bus and behind the tank out of sight from the others.

As I came closer to the courtyard, I could see walkers starting to fill in and I'm sure more were coming through the broken fence below. Explosions rang out around me as the tank began to shoot at the prison, causing chunks of concrete and rubble to fall below. I hid around the fences near the tank, watching the bus drive off. There goes one ride. I looked around at the broken and battered cars. No way I could drive them.

"Grenade!" I heard a sudden shout as a man emerged from the tank, climbing off to run as a burst of fire erupted from the open door. He turned his back to look for his next escape route and I took the chance to walk out, gun trained on his back. My finger eased onto the trigger, but before I could fire; he dropped to the ground. I lowered my gun, looking in awe at the man in front of me. Daryl was still here. There was a silence between us both as we stared at each other.

It was suddenly broken as Beth ran up to us both. "I was trying to find the kids to get them on the bus."

Walkers groaned behind us as they stood, walking close. "We gotta go." Daryl stated.

I looked around me, putting two fingers to my mouth and letting out a sharp whistle. I heard the familiar scream of Dutch as he approached quickly, running past walkers that tried to grab at him. Daryl helped me up first as I grabbed onto Dutch's lead. Beth was up next and she wrapped her arms around me for security as Dutch grew antsy from the approaching walkers. I held my hand out to Daryl. He grabbed onto my arm, pulling himself up behind Beth. 

"Come on, boy." With a quick command and the walkers growing closer, Dutch took off down the road.

[thesoulesscollection]

Thsc Incorrect Quoutes (Military)

((●)) Incorrect prompt generator. Down below are some of my favorite characters. Ask box is always open for anything, really

Rupert: Is it still visible? Where Quentin slapped me?

Konrad: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Calvin: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Drake: A palm reader could tell Quentin's future by looking at your face.

Josh: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Rupert: ... A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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Charles: What are you eating? Rupert: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Charles: I like you, don't I?

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Canterbury: Quentin, what are you doing?

Quentin: Making chocolate pudding.

Canterbury: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding

Quentin: Because I've lost control of my life.

Quentin: Here's your pudding, Hershell.

Hershell: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

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Hershell: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year. Quentin: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues? Canterbury: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

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Quentin, driving Drake and Josh: So how was your day? Josh: We almost got surprise adopted! Quentin: What? Drake: We almost got kidnapped. Quentin: Oh, okay. Quentin: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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Quentin: ARE YOU- Hershell: Fucking. Quentin: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Hershell: Fucking. Quentin: IDIOT! Canterbury: …What was that? Hershell: Galeforce banned Quentin from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Charles: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something! Rupert: You left me, Calvin, and Konrard in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago. Charles: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Quentin: Are you drunk? Josh: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Drake: And the spirit of whisky.

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Quentin: I'm not doing to well. Galeforce: What's wrong? Quentin: I have this headache that comes and goes. *Drake & Josh enters the room* Quentin: There it is again.

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Charles: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen. Calvin: Hot dog costumes! Charles: I’m sorry, what? Calvin: You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Konrad , goes mad with hunger, we’ll put these on. Konrad hates hot dogs, so they probably won’t eat us. Charles: Are you saying that Konrad would rather eat us than hot dogs? Konrad: I do hate hot dogs.

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Bernadette (Oc): A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Quentin has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them. Galeforce: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at? Bernadette (Oc): I knew you’d understand.

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General Galeforce: Hello Quentin, made anyone cry today? Quentin: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

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Galeforce: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Bernadette: What did you do? Galeforce: Nobody died. Bernadette: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 8

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: and here we are... the FINAL (temporarily anyway hehe) chapter of Fated! It’s a pretty bittersweet feeling since I grew so attached to this series, I don’t really want it to end, which is why I have plans to continue it with the next few seasons of the show! And I know that the gif I used for this chapter was from season 6... but it was so hard to find any gifs of Daryl smiling... which is sad :( ANYWAY, let’s go forth with the last chapter!!!

Chapter 10

It was mid afternoon at the Hilltop, people were going about their lives and doing their chores around the community. Gloria lies in her bed with a tired smile as she watches Daryl cradle the newborn baby girl in his arms, cooing at their daughter she had just given birth to mere hours ago. 

“Hey,” Gloria calls out as she sits herself up on the bed, “haven’t you hogged her enough?”

Daryl looks at her and scoffs playfully, “ya’ve had her for nine months, and ya say I’m hoggin’ her.”

“That’s not even the same thing! And for the record, I didn’t even know I had her for the first four months.” she argues with a pout.

“Tha’s yer fault.” Daryl replies with a smirk then looks down at the baby girl in his arms, “isn’t it? Hm?”

Gloria isn’t able to hide her smile as she sees Daryl talking to the baby, she then opens her arms in his direction, “can I at least get some affection from my husband then?”

Daryl looks at her and smiles at her words, he steps towards the bed as Gloria scoots to the side, making room for him to sit down. Cradling the baby in his arm, wrapping his other around Gloria who snuggles into him. She leans her head on his chest as she smiles down at their daughter. 

“How did we make something so innocent and pure like her?” Gloria says softly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping girl.

“She gets all that from ya,” he says, pressing a kiss on Gloria’s forehead, “she wouldn’ be here if it weren’t for ya.”

“You say that as if you don’t know how babies are made,” she chuckles, making Daryl roll his eyes.

“I mean it,” he looks at her sincerely, “ya carried her for 9 months, yer body protected her, even from the Saviors and ya didn’t even know ya had her. If ya weren’t as tough and strong as ya are, she might not’ve made it.”

Gloria smiles at his words and brushes their daughter’s cheek gently with her finger, “I can’t take all the credit for that, she’s a little fighter too, I just did my role as a mother, even if I didn’t know it yet, my body for sure did.”

Daryl hums in agreement, “an’ I’ll protect ya both, like a dad’s supposed to.”

Gloria looks at Daryl at his words, “hey,” she calls out to him in a whisper as she caresses his face.

There was a sadness in Daryl’s voice and Gloria knew where it came from. She knew very well what kind of man Daryl’s father was and what he did to Daryl and Merle when they were kids. 

“You’re gonna be such an amazing father, I can tell.” she says with a soft smile.

“Can ya?” he lets out a small chuckle.

Gloria nods, “just by the way you hold her, you’re a natural. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had more experience, and I’m not just talking about Judith.”

“Hmm... maybe I do an’ jus’ never told ya.” Daryl teases with a smirk.

She eyes him playfully, “you’re lucky I love you.”

“You’re right, I am,” he says, pulling her in for a kiss, “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Gloria giggles into his lips and kisses him back tenderly. Their kiss is interrupted by a knock on the door, the two pull away from each other as Maggie opens the door with a smile.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” she asks.

“Not too bad, given that I just popped a baby out of me,” Gloria says with a chuckle.

“Are you able to walk?” Maggie asks, “Carol’s downstairs with the others, if you’re too tired I can let them know.”

“I think I’ll be okay, I may need you to help me down the stairs though,” Gloria smiles.

Maggie chuckles and nods, going over to Gloria as she gets off the bed, “since you got attached, you hold onto her,” Gloria says to Daryl.

He scoffs playfully and gets off the bed as well, not denying that he did get attached to their daughter fairly quickly. The three of them make it out the room with Daryl carrying the little girl in his arms as they go down the stairs. Maggie gently holds onto Gloria as she takes each step and finally they’re on the ground floor. Gloria turns into what she considered the lobby of the Barrington house and she’s greeted by delighted smiles of people from Alexandria and the Kingdom. Carol is the first to go up to hug her.

“We came as soon as we heard it was happening,” she says as she pulls away from the hug, “how are you feeling?”

“Tired, exhausted, can’t wait to sleep,” Gloria says with a chuckle.

“I have some bad news for you then,” Rick says with a teasing smile, “you and Daryl aren’t gonna have a good night’s sleep for a while.”

“I don’ sleep much anyway,” Daryl mutters then turns his attention to their daughter who had woken up, “right? You’re gonna keep us up, aren’t ya?”

“I’ve never seen Daryl like that before,” Aaron says in awe as he watches the two.

“He was like that with Judith,” Michonne grins at the sight.

Daryl looks at the others who are staring at him, slight blush creeping on his cheeks, “what?”

Tara shrugs, “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard you be so... gentle before?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing what kind of hold she has on you,” Rosita grins as she teases Daryl.

Eugene nods as he stands beside her, “I have to say, witnessing Daryl as amiable as he is right now is really a sight to behold.” 

Daryl purses his lips and looks to Gloria for help and she chuckles as she shakes her head, “alright guys, that’s enough, you’re embarrassing him.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Daryl,” Ezekiel smiles warmly at him, “I believe what the others are trying to say is that you are a natural with your kin.”

“You’re a natural, dude!” Jerry chimes in cheerily.

“Thanks..” Daryl mutters, his face still a light shade of pink.

“So!” Jesus starts, clapping his hands together, “Have you two decided on a name for your little girl?”

His question turns their immediate attention to Daryl and Gloria, patiently waiting for their answer. They all look eager to chime in with suggestions if needed. Gloria smiles at this and glances at Daryl.

“Go ahead,” he says with a small smile.

Gloria nods then looks at the others, mainly focusing on Maggie and Carol, “we decided to name her Sophia Bethany Dixon.”

Grateful smiles light up Maggie and Carol’s faces as they hear the name given. Gloria lets out a breath of relief when they thank her with a deep hug. She and Daryl had discussed it when they found out they had a daughter. Gloria thought it was only fitting to name her after Sophia and Beth to honor the girls. 

---

Sophia is now a few days old as Gloria places her in the crib beside Hershel’s. She’s finally drifted off to sleep after a crying fit. Gloria lets out a soft sigh then goes to check on Hershel and smiles at his little sleeping figure. She tucks them both in to make sure they’re sound asleep then leaves the nursery. She makes her way to Maggie’s office and knocks three times before opening the door.

“Hey Maggie-” Gloria says as she opens the door but cuts herself short when she doesn’t see her sister-in-law in the room.

Instead, she’s met by Jesus standing by the door, Rick leaning on the desk, Daryl sitting on one of the chairs placed along the wall, and Ezekiel and Aaron standing by the chairs facing the desk. Gloria blinks as they all turn to look at her.

“Everythin’ okay?” Daryl perks up when he sees his wife in the doorway as if he’s ready to ditch whatever conversation is going on.

“Yeah, I’m just looking for Maggie, wanted to let her know the kids are out,” Gloria smiles at him then glances around the room, “so what’s going on here?”

“Nothin’-” Daryl tries to speak but he’s interrupted by Rick.

“Shouldn’t she have a say in this?” Rick says, gesturing to Gloria.

Gloria furrows her brows in confusion, crossing her arms and leaning on the door, propping it open, “have a say in what?”

“We’re trying to decide who Sophia’s Godfather should be.” Aaron informs her.

“Godfather?” Gloria lets out a chuckle, amused, “let me guess, you all have amazing reasons for why we should pick you?”

“I’m a King!” Ezekiel exclaims.

“I saved your life,” Aaron reminds her.

“Daryl’s my brother.” Rick says matter-of-factly.

“Come on, you call me Jesus.” he says, giving Gloria a knowing look.

“Ya see what I had to deal with in the last hour?” Daryl groans.

She shakes her head as she lets out a laugh, “okay... Ezekiel, you’re gonna be too busy taking care of the Kingdom and looking after Henry. Aaron, as much as I am very appreciative of you saving my life, you have your hands full with Gracie, already. And Rick, being Daryl’s brother means you’re already her uncle. Plus, all of you are busy in your own communities anyway.”

Jesus looks at her with a grin, “does that mean I win?”

“I can’t say I don’t like calling you Jesus and being her Godfather. ” Gloria tells him.

As she speaks, the main door to the Barrington house opens and Maggie, Carol, Rosita, and Tara walk in. The women glance at each other as they see Gloria standing in the doorway of Maggie’s office, propping open the door with her body. 

“What’s going on?” Maggie asks as she walks towards her office.

Gloria turns to look at Maggie, “the guys are fighting over who’s Sophia’s Godfather.”

“My bet’s on Jesus.” Tara chips in, “his name, it’s Jesus!”

“Thank you!” he exclaims from inside the room, then grins cheekily, “and you were about to name me Sophia’s Godfather before they walked in?”

“Well, no,” Gloria chuckles as he pouts, “I was about to say that you’re going to have to fight Carol on the Godparent position.”

Gloria had this conversation with the women before Sophia was born. Maggie and Gloria had an agreement that since they were directly Hershel’s and Sophia’s aunts, it wouldn’t be fair for the others to give each other the title. Maggie had appointed Tara as Hershel’s Godmother. Rosita was perfectly fine with being their aunt. Daryl was more than accepting of Carol being his child’s Godmother. 

Rick, Jesus, and Aaron groan in disappointment, knowing that it was impossible to beat Carol in a fight, as Ezekiel grins happily, “oh glorious day! I have been named Godfather of the lovely Sophia Bethany Dixon! Haha!”

The others look at Ezekiel in confusion while Carol freezes at his words. Gloria glances over at Carol and notices her cheeks flushing a light pink. A grin spreads across Gloria’s face and her grin is noticed by the other women and they all turn to look at Carol. She looks at them nervously and fidgets, making the other women giggle. 

“Congratulations, Carol.” Gloria chuckles, patting Carol’s arm. 

She rolls her eyes playfully at her and smiles, “thank you, now if we can stop him from announcing it to the world, that would be nice.”

They laugh at her words as Ezekiel says his speech, announcing his relationship with Carol, earning a groan from her. Everyone except for Carol is immersed in Ezekiel’s poetic proclamation of love for her when a baby’s cry catches Maggie and Gloria’s attention.

“That’s Hershel,” Maggie says, instinctually heading towards the nursery, then a second cry can be heard.

“And he woke Sophia...” Gloria sighs as she follows Maggie into the nursery. 

---

A few months have passed since Sohia was born. She is now able to sit up with some assistance as she plays in the nursery with Hershel beside her. Gloria sits on the other side of her in case Sophia loses her balance and falls. Maggie comes into the nursery with two bottles of formula and sits down on the ground beside her son.

“Here,” Maggie says, handing a bottle to Gloria, “just so they don’t whine when they’re hungry.”

She chuckles and nods, “thanks, we both know how impatient these two can get.”

Maggie smiles and hums in agreement as they watch their children. Hershel and Sophia were both busy playing with the toys in front of them. As the two of them reach for the same toy, Hershel reaches it first but lets go of it when Sophia grabs it and lets out a small whimper when she isn’t able to get it. Hershel watches her as she giggles when she is able to get the toy then he gently reaches over to her and pats her head. The sight of brotherly affection brings tears to Gloria’s eyes as Maggie smiles in awe at the two. 

“Did you see that?” Maggie says, her voice full of delight.

Gloria nods, sniffling slightly as she tries to hold in her tears, “Yeah...”

Maggie looks over and her brows furrow in concern, “Gloria... what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“Nothing... he just reminds me so much of Glenn...” she says with a soft tearful smile.

“There’s more to it than that,” Maggie reaches her hand out and holds Gloria’s, “there’s been something bothering you even before the war ended, don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Gloria looks at Maggie and sighs deeply, “I disappointed Glenn...”

Maggie frowns at this, “what makes you say that?”

“I let revenge, hate, and anger get to me, I killed a lot of people-” Gloria is cut off by Maggie.

“We were fighting a war, what did you expect?,” Maggie tells her.

“I became a cold hearted killer, Maggie...” Gloria lets out a breath, “I killed a lot of people on my own because I wanted all of the Saviors to die to avenge Glenn. I wanted them all dead so I did what I thought was right, I thought they were all bad people... but now I see they can be people we can even trust, like Alden, Laura... what if I killed people who didn’t deserve to die?”

“That’s the unfortunate thing about a war, people die. A lot of people die, even those who don’t deserve it, you were protecting what was yours, taking back what belongs to you. You did what you had to do.” Maggie tries to comfort her.

“What if I didn’t have to kill all those people? What if I only thought it was what I had to do because I was blinded by rage? What if I made the wrong choices?” Gloria says as a tear rolls down her cheek.

“Then you admit that you made a mistake,” Maggie reaches out and wipes the tear away, “admit that you made a mistake then fix it.”

“How? I killed a lot of people, Maggie... how do I fix that?” Gloria asks.

Maggie ponders for a moment then smiles softly, “do you remember back at the farm when I was mad at Glenn for telling everyone about the walkers in the barn?”

“How could I forget? You egged him.” Gloria says with a slight chuckle.

Maggie chuckles and nods, “I did, but then afterwards, you came up to me and gave me good reasons to give him a chance to explain himself. Did he ever tell you what he said to me?”

Gloria shakes her head, “he didn’t, and I never thought it was my business to ask.”

“He told me that he knows he screwed everything up with me by telling everyone about the barn, and that he knows there’s no going back in time to undo it, but he believes that he can make up for it by doing the right thing.” Maggie explains.

“That is such a Glenn thing to say...” Gloria chuckles, “do the right thing... how do I know what’s the right thing to even do?”

“I asked him the same thing when he said it, and can you guess what he said to me?” Maggie says.

Gloria ponders for a moment, “that his heart would know.”

Maggie widens her eyes in awe, not expecting Gloria to actually be able to guess, then smiles and nods, “exactly.”

Gloria smiles at Maggie then she looks at Hershel and Sophia as they share toys with each other. Sophia coos at Hershel as she hands him a building block and Hershel responds with a babble. Gloria’s heart had her answer, she’d start by properly raising Sophia and protecting her, making sure that she would know the right choices to make. That’s only the start but that’s how she would be able to make it up to Glenn. 

---

“Hey, she’s almost a year old,” Gloria says over her shoulder as she sits on the bed with a notebook propped open.

“Already?” Daryl responds, sitting on the bed and leaning on the headboard with Sophia bouncing in his lap, “you’re growin’ so fast.”

“Mhm, today’s day three hundred and fifty,” Gloria says as she writes the number on the top of the page.

She’d been keeping a journal since the day that Sophia was born. Gloria wanted to be able to keep track of her daughter’s daily progression, and to make sure she didn’t lose track of her birthday; if the adults weren’t able to have a birthday, at least her daughter would be able to have one. 

Sophia lets out a babble and points to Daryl’s face then begins to giggle. He raises his eyebrow at this and playfully eyes her.

“I think she’s laughin’ at me,” he says, earning a chuckle from Gloria, “are ya laughin’ at me? Huh? Ya laughin’ at yer dad?”

“Dada!” Sophia squeals.

Daryl freezes in place as Gloria snaps her head back to look at the two, “did she just... call you Dada?”

“I dunno...” he says in a whisper as he stares at her.

Gloria puts the book on the nightstand beside the bed then moves to sit beside Daryl, “Sophia, did you say Dada? Can you say that again?”

Sophia looks at her mom and blinks, letting out a few incoherent babbles. Gloria remembers that Harlan told her babies tend to babble things that sound like mommy or daddy when they’re around Sophia’s age but they might not have any recognition of what those sounds mean. She decides to test it; she waves her hand in front of Sophia to get her attention then points to Daryl.

“Dada!” she says again.

“You’re her first word!” Gloria exclaims happily.

Daryl grins and leans down to kiss her forehead, “knew ya were a daddy’s girl.”

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Gloria rolls her eyes playfully.

He chuckles then leans back as Sophia decides that she’s going to plop on Daryl and snuggle him, “Dada.”

Gloria smiles at the sight and kisses the top of Sophia’s head then moves up to kiss Daryl’s cheek. She adjusts herself so that she’s lying down beside him.

“I guess this is how you’re sleeping tonight?” Gloria says as she sees Sophia closing her eyes.

“Guess so.” Daryl says softly then carefully moves his arm to wrap around Gloria, pulling her close to him.

For the last two and a half years, life had been hectic for Daryl and Gloria to say the least. The outbreak that caused the end of the world was a blessing in disguise as they had only found each other after the world ended. Many would and have considered them an unpredictable couple, but together they fought through the odds. Whether it was fighting the walkers or the people who turned into monsters because of the outbreak, they would get through all of it together. They belong together. They are fated to be together. 

---

This was literally just a chapter of pure fluff.... AND I LOVE IT. I couldn’t really think of a better way to end this series, but like I said before, this is only a temporary end! I have some ideas for the next seasons ^^

I want to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who’s supported this story, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so so so so much for reading, commenting, liking, and just being there for me throughout this story. I love you all so much! You guys are the best!

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, I always love hearing from you~!

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— TESS WYATT

name: esther catherine wyatt alias/nicknames: tess, tessie [by her father], doc / vet / the medic [various, primarily negan] gender: cis female. age: 30 [at the time of the outbreak], 42 [as of s10] zodiac: libra. abilities/talents: expert knowledge in veterinary care and animal husbandry. average knowledge of human medical care equivalent to an EMT [setting bones, stabilizing vitals, apply stitches, etc.]. working knowledge of weapons and combat. hunting and tracking as well as above average wilderness survival skills. horseback-riding. fishing. acoustic guitar.

alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: raised catholic but not practicing until her kids are born. even then it’s more just a family bonding thing because she has good memories of going to mass with her father every sunday. sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues:  charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: english and some rusty spanish. she used to be much better at it when she was younger. family: daryl dixon [husband, alive]; lydia dixon [adopted daughter, alive]; carolina dixon [daughter, alive]; anna dixon [daughter, alive]; gabriella wyatt [mother, deceased]; anthony wyatt [father, deceased]; lucas wyatt [brother, unknown]; grace wyatt [sister-in-law, unknown]; lily wyatt [niece, unknown] friends: she’s friends with a majority of the main protagonists but some really significant ones: rick grimes [+ kiddos], michonne hawthorne, carol peletier, glenn rhee [best friend], maggie greene-rhee, hershel greene, tyreese williams, aaron, denise cloyd, siddiq, gabriel stokes sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated libido:  sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build:  slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 5’10” scars: various smaller scars acquired through the years after the outbreak, a scar above her right knee when she fell as a kid and dislocated her knee, requiring surgery, a large bullet wound on the front/back of her right hip where she was shot and had cauterized the wound, a slice from the right square of her jaw that ends close to the corner of her lips facial features: beauty marks - specifically a cluster of three under her left eye as well as freckles

swim || scuba dive || drive || read and write || ride a bike || do math  || sew || draw || tattoo || do piercings || make a shelter || first aid || cpr || throw a punch || swing a weapon || shoot a gun || reload a gun || Heimlich maneuver || use a lmg || put someone in a choke hold || use a lighter || use matches || make weapons  || make dynamite || make c4 || break limbs || bake  || cook || make a store bought pizza || make a craft mac and cheese || be annoying || use a zipline || fly a plane || drive a boat || control temper ||  drop kick their enemies into the sun

dogs or cats birds or bugs snakes or spiders coffee or tea ice cream or cake fruits or vegetables sandwich or soup magic or melee sword or bow summer or winter spring or autumn past or future five songs that remind you of them:

bury a friend - billie eilish

capsize - FRENSHIP, emily warren

sensible heart - city and colour

all these things that i’ve done - the killers

survivor - 2WEI, edda hayes

[evalieena]

35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers

well since dearest @bachint​ asked, here goes nothing!

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

well if no downplaying’s allowed i guess i’d give it a 3/5? some mistakes since i’m not a native plus i”m still working on getting my english style better! i like what i come up with all the same, i’ve improved a lot these past two years, and my grammar isn’t that bad i guess?

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

to do what developers didn’t do in the first place to make good use of my imagination, to cope with the fact that some characters don’t exist and i will never follow another one of their adventures, to forget about a boring real life...

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

my writing doesn’t stand out lmaooo but i guess i’m always trying to focus on the character’s psychology, struggles and all that, so if someone likes my work, it’s ‘original’ bc it’s usually quite different from the usual stories where there are a lot of dialogues and interactions.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

i’ve been inspired a lot by @welcometogressenheller​ (i wish i could do as well as she does.....), @aceklaviergavin​ (kudos to you even if you never see that post and you probably don’t know who i am), and some others whose name i forgot (sorry!)

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

i didn’t write much but i guess that my latest fics are really nice (There’s No Light In You Anymore, and the whole Faith series on AO3). also my big project “Now That You’re Gone”, i’m glad i’ve been able to write that much for it and i intend on continuing as soon as i find the motivation!

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

pain, struggles and all that comes with it as long as it’s in the character’s mind, because beware here you step in a dark space

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

ordinary scenes of life? i always find my writing lacking as soon as i step out of my comfort zone, i’m all for rambling and never-ending pain

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

desmond/descole surely

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

all the good guys (and dimitri allen because i’d love writing about him but i’m? just unable to?)

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

that may come as a surprise! angst!

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

a mix of question 8 and 10 and you’ve got your answer

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

professor layton and the shattering secrets!!! i’m so happy of what this AU will look like when i’ll be done writing the following chapters, at first it probably looks annoying but heck i wanna promise anyone who’s reading it that the plot twists are gonna be worth it even though the overall background isn’t that original because i’ve mixed up different elements from other games (aaaand we’re back in our oh-so-amazing comfort zone that covers up a massive lack of imagination)

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

ummm? the vampire diaries maybe? back when i was 10 or 11 lol

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

hands up... pROFESsoR LayTON

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

i didn’t write for many fandoms but back in my younger days i used to do self-insert fics with the vampire diaries cast and it was so odd and i wish i hadn’t just confessed that on my tumblr blog

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

nothing that comes to mind

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

dunno either

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

PL and the shattering secrets! huge canon divergence and one heck of an AU (also its original version is much worse, my mind was going crazy when i was 15)

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

i love reading AUs, writing some requires solid imagination which i have not, but honestly i don’t really mind

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

gen

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

desmond sycamore x his wife / randall ascot x hershel layton (be it romantic or platonic) / randall ascot x basically anyone from the MM i guess though i didn’t write anything about that yet (it’s about to change guys)

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

yea i can’t write without listening to music - any playlist does the trick as long as i like what i’m listening to but usually i listen to sad soundtracks, or i’m inspired by some random lyrics

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

i’d go with challenges bc my horrible ass has very few ideas but i usually come up with independent ideas

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

one shots!

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

i don’t remember ;_;

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

i’ve got one OS in mind with randall/layton but i don’t want to be the talk of the town because it’s probably going to be awful? also any other fic including the PL3 crew

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

@welcometogressenheller telling me she believed i was a native!!! i struggle so much trying to improve my writing style in english and i have a lot of insecurities so it was so heartwarming and incredible to read...

also basically any other comment where people tell me they like what i write. i love that writers feel the need to take some time reviewing my works bc i need constant validation

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

well i’ve never really received ‘harsh’ criticism or anything, save for some very rare remarks on my grammar so i guess i don’t know? at first it’s always sad to see that what i’ve done isn’t perfect but i guess it’s impossible to be perfect so i’m really happy that people take some time to underline what looks wrong to them

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

currently trying to with shattering secrets and it’s actually a great way to improve!

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

MERCILESS ANGST

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

i wish i could but it would perhaps be a huge spoiler so i don’t wanna say much about them...

i have 1) annabell sycamore, des’s wife, whose personality fits very much mine. she’s a playwright, spends lot of her time writing and acting in front of des AND WITH des. also she’s a very realistic person and some people usually tell her that she’s being too pessimistic 

2) aurelia from the shattering secrets and on her i really cannot say much... if anyone’s read this far it would be so nice if you could give SS a shot by the way!! 

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

desmond sometimes finds happiness but it’s always taken from him

(isn’t that a summary for everything i’ve ever written?)

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

i don’t translate my works from my original language to english, i write straight in english. i spend a lot of time making sure i haven’t done any grammatical mistakes, checking the definition and the use of some words i’m not sure about, and sometimes it’s quite a pain and it can be also very discouraging bc i end up believing what i write comes from a random internet dictionary while deep down i know it’s not true but hey what can i say. huge insecurities laid bare here.

(if any reader of mine’s reading this, i apologize)

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

(beware: spoilers for the whole prequel trilogy!!!)

“Hershel Layton was puzzled. A funny emotion to feel for someone who loved puzzles that much, but nothing could ever describe better the way he’d felt for hours now, hours that seemed like ages.So much did happen in the span of a few hours.

First he’d learned his parents could be targeted by Targent, then Aurora had made it clear that she didn’t want to live anymore, all so she could protect them. Then Desmond—no, Descole—had taken the key from her hands, and revealed himself as the dangerous scientist Layton knew him to be.

Then they’d fought. Despair was filling the air, though Hershel didn’t understand what Descole meant when he cried that the Azran legacy was all he had to live for.

And as if there hadn’t been enough betrayals as it was, Emmy was soon to follow. Luke had been abducted. He’d had no other choice than siding with Descole to prevent Bronev from unleashing doom on Earth. Misery didn’t seem to end.

Just when he’d thought he’d finally be able to change things, Descole had been ready to sacrifice himself to save Luke. And then…

Then everything just collapsed.

He held his agonizing brother in his arms; the one who’d wanted so hard to take him down only a few hours back was now confessing, fearing death was on the way.“

[...]

from ‘Six Times Hershel Layton Remembered, Plus The One Time He Didn’t’

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

oops i haven’t got anything more to say but thank you for reading? perhaps?

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hi! i’m a big fan of your animatronic ocs! will you be doin more stuff with them in the future? :0

im planning on making an original work with them! it’s called the year of magic and is its own little horror story that takes place over 4 summers. its going to be a collection of vignettes/encounters in teaticket as experienced by the kids there. i have all the animatronics mapped out for the most part in terms of personality, i just need to sit down and design them. not sure if i’ll do creepy photos for each of them like i have for carney and felicia but we’ll see. i also need to design some of the humans involved, like roy and hershel. this whole thing sort of came into being over the past week and a half so im still tinkering with the concept. i’ll try to keep you guys posted though!

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Into My Web (Chapter 1)

New story, who dis? :')

Most of you knew this was coming, but I’ll explain anyway for those that don’t. My one-shot Princess has been one of my most popular requests and I really wanted to do more with it. But instead of continuing it, I wanted to use it as inspiration to make a new multichapter fic. Now if you’ve read the one-shot, the flashback of this one might seem familiar to you, but please don't skip it because I’ve changed a lot and it’s the only that part that seems similar.

The one-shot was obviously fast-paced since it had to be done in one chapter, and this one will be slower paced. They won't fuck in the first chapter, it's not very realistic in context with Daryl if you think about it, but when you write one-shots, sometimes you gotta push things along loool.

So I used Princess for inspiration to make a new OC. The way she and Daryl are with each other is heavily influenced by my own one-shot. I hope you enjoy this, if you're like me and you love the whole ‘they hate each other first’ trope, then take a fucking seat and enjoy the ride lolololol.

Won't be canon, just so you guys know.

The name of this fic was inspired by a song (surprise surprise), its; Into my Web by The Used.

Maybe I will be the only one who could leave her.

Should I lie and just pretend that I couldn't kill her?

Maybe I can just pretend,

As she flies into my web.

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Arabella’s eyes rolled around behind her closed eyelids as she slept. Just as she always did when she was asleep, she dreamt of better times. Moments in her life that were full of laughter and fun. She had wanted for nothing in her younger years, her family well off and spoiling her rotten. She never took for granted the life she had lead and she certainly fucking missed it now. When she slept she could immerse herself back into that world. The one full of people who cared, full of lavish parties and dinners. A time when things were simpler and there most certainly wasn't any dead people roaming the earth.

She groaned to herself when she felt someone shaking her shoulder and her blue eyes fluttered open, landing on Daryl fucking Dixon of all people as he stood over her with his trademark scowl. When he saw her wake, he retracted his hand like she had burnt him with a simple touch and she squinted at him. Rubbing her sleepy eyes as her brain tried to catch back up with her and remember where she was. In a prison.

“The fuck you want Dixon?” she asked harshly, glaring up at his form that she could just make out with the darkness of the cell.

“Ya got five minutes to get yer ass outta bed and downstairs, ‘fore I leave ya behind princess,” he spat before turning on his heel and leaving swiftly. She sneered after his retreating form as she sat up with a yawn and stretched her sore limbs out. The 22-year-old felt like she was about 75 with the way her body ached.

She really didn't know why Daryl hated her so much other than the fact she used to have money. Ever since his group, now her group, stumbled onto the farm after Carl had been shot, the gruff redneck just hated her on sight. She had joined the farm just before Rick and his band of misfits. She was in the area for business, tagging along with her dad to keep up his image of a southern family man, despite the fact the two barely ever spoke. The world went to shit and she was the only one to get out of there alive. After walking around, somehow surviving the wilderness for who knows how long, she had found herself at Hershel's farm. Dehydrated, starved, and a gnarly cut on her arm she didn’t even remember doing.

She would always be indebted to the man she considered her adoptive father, the man that took her in and cared for her more than her own real father had ever done. When Rick's group arrived, she had helped tend to Carl, and she had tried to get to know the rest of the group as much as she could since they seemed intent on sticking around. Apart from Shane, she knew right off the bat the man had a few screws loose and she didn't believe his bullshit about Otis either. She couldn't say she was too surprised when Rick had announced he had to kill him because Shane was going to kill him first. She couldn't say she cared much either.

But Daryl fucking Dixon, what a fucking dick. The moment he first laid eyes on her, she had smiled politely, but he scowled at her like he wished she would burst into flames. She paid no mind at first, mainly because he looked at everyone that way, including his own group which was a strange thing indeed. She figured he couldn't be a bad man, not with how he was out looking for Carols daughter and even injured himself in the process. But with each passing day on the farm, she seemed to be the only one he couldn't stand to be around. She tried to change it at first, wondering if he actually took the time to talk to her he would realise she wasn't some asshole. But when she did try talking to him he would promptly tell her to leave him the fuck alone, and in the end, she gave up.

She couldn't remember just when the nickname princess appeared, but it was there just the same. It wasn't said sweetly like he thought she was a beautiful Disney princess. He spat the word like venom, making it clear he thought she was some prissy bitch. Things only got worse after Beth, in all her innocent sweetness, had sat around the campfire and gushed about her to the rest of the group. How they had the heiress to Jack Daniels living at the farm with them. She went on to tell them all the stories she had told her about fancy parties and dinners she had to attend. Sure she had embellished them a little to sound fancier, because she had told them only to Beth, and when she looked at her with her big hopeful eyes, she wanted to tell her whatever she wanted to hear to make her happy. She hoped her innocence would never fade from this world, it was needed in the darkness.

She had no clue Beth had told everyone else until the next day when Andrea said something to her. She had been mortified, she didn't really want anyone else to know. Yes, she was the heiress to the whiskey company, it had been in her family for generations. Yes, she did have a lot of money, money that in her wild teen years was spent on booze and drugs as she tried to cope with her life. From the outside people thought she had the perfect life, and in some respects she did. She wasn't going hungry, she had a huge roof over her head and if she wanted something, all she had to do was buy it. But all she ever wanted was to feel cared about by her parents, not dumped off on nannies every day and to be left to fend for herself. They hadn't even noticed her spiralling as a teenager until she got arrested at 18. And instead of her parents wondering why their seemingly perfect southern baby girl had done this, they had made her feel like a failure for letting the family down and embarrassing them. Her father had even threatened not to give her the company when it was time unless she cleaned up her act, and they shipped her off to a rehab facility.

After Beth's wonderful stories, Daryl seemed to hate her even more. Instead of not talking to her at all, he would give her cheap digs here and there about her being an uppity bitch who would die on her own. She never felt the need to argue with him about the fact she spent a lot of the time after the world fell apart on her own, how she hadn't been with the Greene’s long. Hershel had made out like she had been there from the start and Arabella couldn't find it in her to say otherwise. It wasn't until the prison when she actually started arguing back with the redneck asshole. He had been shocked at first when she told him to go fuck himself with one of his bolts, actually speechless that the girl who always just seemed to lay there and take his bullshit had the cheek to say something like that to him. The look on his face was the best thing she had ever witnessed and ever since that day, she had no issue with arguing with him whenever he opened his stupid fucking mouth. She liked to say shit just to get under his skin, like the day before when Rick had asked the pair to go on a run together. She loathed that stupid redneck and his stupid attitude. He assumed she was a preppy princess who had rich parents and a horse that shit rainbows, but he knew nothing about her at all. He was just a judgemental dickface in her opinion and if he wanted a war, she would damn well give him one.

Mostly the group seemed to try and keep them apart, knowing the animosity was there even if they didn't fully understand it. But when it came to runs, Rick needed them to pair up and do it together because they were two of the strongest they had, they never came back empty-handed. He just hated breaking it to them every time they were supposed to go out there together, knowing what was about to happen when he did.

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She glared at Daryl from across the table and he glared right back. If looks could kill they’d both be walkers by now. She wasn’t even paying attention to what Rick was saying as she was too busy trying to send telepathic insults to the asshole sat opposite her, and she was quite certain he was doing the same. They were both staring at each other, too stubborn to look away first, until Rick slammed his hands down onto the table. Arabella and Daryl jumped and snapped their heads towards Rick.

“What the fuck Rick?!” Daryl barked.

“You’re like a pair of school kids. I’ve been talking to you both for about ten minutes and I bet you didn’t hear a damn thing I said!” Rick scolded. She bit her lip and felt a little bad, she knew this between her and Daryl was getting on Ricks last nerve, and he was right, she had no clue what the fuck he was talking about.

“I’m sorry Rick. Whatever you need, we’ll do it,” she smiled at him, always one to help out no matter what it was.

“I want you to both go on a run for some clothes, it's getting warmer now and we need stuff for everyone,” he sighed, he just knew what was coming, it happened every time.

“Hell nah! I ain’t goin’ with this dumb bitch. She’ll just get me killed!” Daryl yelled, earning a dirty look from her.

“Shut your mouth asshole, you can’t even take one for the fucking team? Selfish prick,” she spat, knowing how to push his buttons, she had learnt in her time of standing up for herself just what to say that really got under his skin and would cause a reaction. He stood up that fast that his chair fell over.

“What d’ya just say to me, ya fuckin’ whore?!” he roared. She just sat there smirking smugly at him, knowing she worked him up.

“That’s enough!” Rick bellowed, causing them both to look at him sheepishly.

“You better deal with these issues and put them aside. We’re in the middle of a damn apocalypse for crying out loud, grow up!” with that he stood up and left the room, she and Daryl feeling like naughty children after a telling off. They’d be going, they always did, and around in circles they went.

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Daryl sat in the driver's seat of the truck near the gates waiting on miss fucking uppity. If he had it his way he would be out there already and would have left her prissy ass in the dust, but he knew Rick would kill him. The only good thing about these runs was the fact Rick would put him in charge every time, it was the only chance he got to order her around and she had no choice but to listen. She could take care of herself, that he could reluctantly admit. Not to her though, just to himself. At first, he had thought she was a spoilt little princess who had never lifted a finger in her fucking life. But after the farm, she quickly proved to be pretty competent in the new world and it had shocked him a little. Beth had told him at one point how she had been out there on her own for a while and he hadn't believed it at first, not until he saw her actually taking out walkers like she’d done it a million times before. Still, she was a stuck up bitch and he fucking hated her.

He watched as she walked casually across the yard to the truck, taking her sweet time like he wasn't waiting on her and he knew she was doing it on purpose. His hands clenched around the steering wheel as he glared at her through the window of the truck, gritting his teeth. She had that look about her, one that screamed stupid dumb blonde, and before the world went to shit he probably would have taken her home and gave her a good fuck until she couldn't walk. Unless Merle got to her first. She was hardly a model, she wasn't stick thin, she had some curves in all the right places. But it was her face that always got to him. With her wide doe-like eyes and her plump lips, it just pissed him off more. The pretty rich girl. She wouldn't have given him the time of day before all of this and he knew that. She would have looked at him the way the rest of the rich folk did, with disgust and judgement in their stupid eyes.

When Arabella hopped into the truck, she shot him a glance, perturbed by the fact he hadn't shouted at her for taking her time. She just settled down in the seat though as he started the truck. He got like this sometimes and it always weirded her out. Most of the time he would spend his time shouting at her, berating her for every little thing she did wrong or just being a prick about her past at every chance he got. But other times he would remain silent, not talking to her or even looking her way at all. And although she should have enjoyed that silence, it bothered her even more than him calling her a stuck up bitch.

She was always quiet though when he was like this, like she somehow understood he needed space and for some reason, she allowed him that. It often confused Daryl why she didn't run her mouth off like usual when he was quiet. Why she would just sit there and leave him to it. He presumed it was because she didn’t want to fucking deal with him unless they were fighting. The ride there was thick with tension as the silence drowned them both but neither made the move to speak, and before long they had arrived. Daryl was agitated as always when he was around her and Arabella was just plain fed up by this point. She hopped out of the truck, knife in hand and a gun strapped to her side. She knew better than to use it unless it was an emergency though, so she hoped it would stay there.

They moved to the shop front by the door and Daryl knocked on the glass, his bow at the ready as they listened. There were the telltale signs of groans and they glanced to each other.

“Sounds like only a few,” she muttered, earning a grunt and nod in response. Despite how much they fought and disliked each other, they worked well as a team on these runs. With only each other to have their backs, for a brief moment they would shove their issues aside to make sure they were both safe. Daryl opened the door and it didn't take long for the pair to dispatch the walkers. Then they made quick work of packing up the empty duffels they had brought with them full of summer clothes for the group.

Arabella picked up a pretty black sundress and looked at it forlornly. When was the last time she had been able to wear something pretty? Instead of mud-stained jeans and an ill-fitting tank that felt like it was 2 sizes too small. She sighed to herself, hoping she would be the one to keep this. Maybe she would just stuff it in her own backpack and no one would be any wiser.

“S’wrong princess? Sad ‘cause it ain’t Gucci?” she heard Daryl sneer from behind her. She should have known his pensive silence wouldn’t last long, it never did.

“Surprised you know what Gucci is Dixon, didn't think they had that where you were from,” she spat back, shooting him a glare. He squinted, his right eye twitching in annoyance as he looked at her, resisting the urge to throttle her tiny little neck. She just stomped past him, giving him a little shove that didn't move him an inch as she made her way back outside.

They got all that they could so they made their way back to the prison, the silence once again uncomfortable. But this time she welcomed it. It was easy to forget how much he irritated her when he opened his stupid fucking mouth and she was growing tired of it. She was sick of the day to day battle of just being around him. She just wanted a day with no fighting. When they got back, Rick was waiting for them as she hopped out of the truck, grabbing the duffels full of women's clothes that she had packed. Ricks face lit up seeing the bags stuffed full as Daryl joined her.

“That's great you guys, I knew you would come through, you always do,” Rick grinned at them.

“No problem boss man, anything to help the fam out,” she snorted, grabbing her bags and tossing them over her shoulders carelessly. She was about to head inside when Rick started talking again.

“Before you go, I wanted to talk to you both about something,” he said, making the pair eye him warily. They didn't know what it would be but they had a feeling they wouldn't like it. He went over to near one of the tables outside and grabbed a bag, tossing it with a thud near Daryl's feet.

Daryl looked at it before looking back to Rick who just gestured to it. Daryl huffed, crouching as he unzipped the bag, getting out a small crossbow. He stood up, inspecting it as Arabella looked at it, unsure why she had to be here for this if Rick was giving Daryl a gift.

“It’s in good condition, damn near new. Too small for me though,” Daryl said gruffly, glancing to Rick.

“I know, that's why I thought that you wouldn't be the one to use it,” he said giving him a pointed look. Arabella blinked as the pieces clicked into place but before she could speak up, Daryl beat her to it.

“Fuck no!! Like hell I’m teachin’ her to use a damn bow!” he yelled, looking thoroughly offended at the mere notion of it. Arabella glared at him and rolled her eyes and Rick heaved a sigh.

“Look Daryl, I know you two have your issues, but we could use another hunter. We need more food. You told me yourself before now how light on her feet she is,” Rick protested, making Arabella’s eyes widen a fraction in shock as she looked to the hunter. She was shocked that something akin to a compliment had ever left his mouth about her.

“I don't give a damn if the bitch can fly, I ain't teachin’ her how to use the damn thing,” Daryl sneered, his anger flaring that Rick had just fucking said that right in front of her. She saw Ricks face fall and she hated it, Rick was a good man and he was trying his best here to keep shit together.

“It’s fine Rick, I’ll teach myself,” she smiled wearily at him. He looked relieved yet somewhat guilty, no doubt over Daryl being such a dick about the whole thing. Daryl stuffed the bow back in the bag and tossed it to her harshly, making her stumble as she caught it with how heavy it was. He didn't look sorry in the least though. She just shot Rick one last look before heading off inside.

“The hell was that about Daryl? She's a nice girl. Don't you think it's about time you got your head outta your ass about her past?” Rick frowned, looking at him like he was scolding a child. The whole thing set a fire inside Daryl as he fought to keep himself in check.

“Ya don't know shit, so how about ya keep ya damn nose out,” he snapped, harsher than he meant to but Rick didn't act surprised.

“This is for the group Daryl, we need this,” Rick sighed, looking at him imploringly.

“Fuck the group, I don't owe ya shit. Ya left Merle on that roof to rot, so I’ll be damned if I start bowin’ down to ya now,” Daryl sneered before storming off. Rick shook his head with a sigh. This Daryl wasn't who he had grown to love like a brother, this was the old Daryl, the one he hadn't seen in a very long time. He hadn't even mentioned the whole Merle incident in so long. He didn't know why he was behaving this way all of a sudden but he didn't like it.

Daryl fumed as he made his way inside. Like fuck he was teaching that uppity bitch to use a bow so she could come with him. Deep down he knew Rick was right, they could use another hunter in the group. But the thought of her in his space like that, out in the woods there with him, it got under his skin way too much. When he was out hunting, that was his time and his alone. A chance to escape from the family he had grown to care about without wanting to. Time to just be himself. He always felt at peace out there and he wasn't about to let that bitch ruin that for him, to take the only fucking thing he had left. Over my cold dead fuckin’ body...

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This one’s so weird for me now already. I miss Flames. 

:( Anyone else miss Merle? looooool

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stab wound | | day eight

“ but can you tell me now

                                                                                  you’re the lucky one. . .? ”

welcome to day eight of the thirty-one days of horror! i’ve decided i’m going to include a quote from a song that you can listen to while reading for more of a spooky effect. the quote you read above is by taylor swift and is called the lucky one.

which, brings me right into the eighth prompt: stab wound. following reader and maggie greene from the walking dead. 

triggers: a stab wound, violence, sadness, oc luna, and yeah. 

“y/n!” cried a hysterical maggie as she approached you. 

you were leaning against glenn and andrea, blood dripping down the side of your hip that you tried to make not look so bad, but given maggie’s reaction, it seemed like it was pretty prominent. 

you whined as you moved, no longer trying to withhold the pain.

“sup mags,” you groaned, holding the side of your hip. “let me tell you something. that guy was not cool.” 

“what happened?” she asked, putting a hand to your hip. “jeez, let’s get you inside of the house. get daddy to look at you, beth too.” 

“it’s just a scratch,” you coughed back a laugh alongside the joke, but her face was serious. 

“y/n.” 

“i know! i know! jeez,” you began. “can’t someone make a joke when they feel like they’re about to pass out?” 

in the next minute, you were being dragged to the guest room, blood dripping the entire way there. 

“what happened?” lori asked, walking into your room as hershel and beth surrounded you, maggie standing in the corner. 

“some dude wanted to play tag with a knife,” you cursed out, gritting your teeth. 

“stop making jokes!” maggie scolded, tears down her face. “you’re really hurt!” 

you, wisely, shut up and continued to stare up at the ceiling right in time for daryl to come in, luna on his side. 

“oh my God,” he shook his head, “what the Hell happened?” 

“can everyone stop asking what happened?” you asked, your eyes staring up. “and like i told lori, some dude yeeted their knife into my skin. you know, usual tuesday.” 

“it’s wednesday,” maggie corrected midst cry. “oh God, she’s already getting delusional!” 

“how do you know what day it is?” luna asked, raising her eyebrows. 

“i lost track like a month ago,” andrea added, running a hand through her hair. “i wonder if it’s a weekend.” 

“bad things usually don’t happen on a weekend,” shane pointed out, encouraging a bunch of ‘ohhhs’ and ‘you’re right’s’ to flood out. 

“ow. pain,” you winced when beth put some peroxide on your open wound, which was now gushing blood at a not-so-good speed. 

“sorry,” mumbled a quiet beth, wrapping the cloth over your side. “we need some needle. you’re gonna need stitches.” 

“oh Lord! what happened?” carol asked, walking into the room. you lolled your head back, throwing your hands in the air. 

“for God’s sake. . .” 

a/n - this was cute lol

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The Revelation of the Other Woman Ch.12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Chapter title: The Invasion. Pairing: Eventual Daryl/Oc Setting: The Farm/Season 2 Word Count: 5,568 Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety.

I stood outside the shed where Randall was being held, listening to Daryl beat the shit out of him in an attempt to get information. I hated what Daryl was doing to the kid, but I knew it needed to be done. He wasn’t getting anything useful until the kid finally said “Okay, okay. They have weapons. Heavy stuff, automatics. But I didn’t do anything.” He cried.

“Your boys shot at my boys, tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride? You’re trying to tell me you’re innocent?” Daryl growled at the kid.

“Yes!” the guy yelled. “These…these people took me in. Not just guys, a whole group of them. Men and women, kids too, just like you people. I thought I’d have a better chance with them, you know?” he asked and I didn’t hear anymore beating so I assumed that Daryl had stopped torturing him. “But we’d go out, scavenge, just the men. One night we…we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters…teenagers, you know?” My throat tightened at the thought of where the boy was headed with this. “Real young, real cute. Their daddy had to watch while these guys…they…and they didn’t even kill him afterwards. They just…they just made him watch as his daughters… they just…just left him there.” I felt bile rise up to my throat but I forced it back down. “No, but…but I didn’t touch those girls. I swear I didn’t-” the kid was silenced with a thud and I had to walk away.

“Is there a plan?” I heard Andrea ask as I walked up to where most everyone else stood around the fire.

“We gonna keep him here?” Glenn asked Rick.

“We’ll know soon enough.” Rick said with a nod to where Daryl was walking over from the shed.

“Boy there’s got a gang, 30 men.” Daryl reported as he moved to stand beside me and I noticed the blood on his knuckles. “They have heavy artillery and they ain’t lookin’ to make friends. They roll though here, our boys are dead. And our women,” he said with a quick look at me, “they’re gonna…they’re gonna wish they were.” 

My stomach rolled at the thought. “What did you do?” Carol asked, noticing the blood on Daryl’s knuckles as well.

“We had a little chat.” He answered as he moved around to stand behind me and Carol walked off.

“No one goes near this guy.” Rick said before Lori moved to stand between us and him.

“Rick, what are you gonna do?” she asked.

He sighed. “We have no choice. He’s a threat.” He answered and T-Dog, Dale and Shane moved closer. “We have to eliminate the threat.”

“You’re just gonna kill him?” Dale asked.

“It’s settled. I’ll do it today.” Rick answered then walked away and Dale followed him.

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I was sitting in Daryl’s tent reading a book when I heard Dale talking to Daryl outside. “Torturing people, that isn’t you. You’re a decent man. So is Rick. Shane…he’s different.”

“Why’s that?” I heard Daryl ask. “Cause he killed Otis?”

“He tell you that?” Dale asked.

“He told some story. How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with a dead guy’s gun. Rick ain’t stupid. He didn’t figure that out, it’s ‘cause he didn’t wanna. Like I said, groups broken.” Daryl said before I heard his footsteps headed my way. A second later the door flap was opened and Daryl stepped in.

When Dale saw me inside the tent he walked over and kneeled down to look at me. “You can’t tell me you’re on board with Ricks plan.”

“The guy watched his men rape two teenage girls in front of their father.” I said getting sick to my stomach again. “If we let him go he’ll go back to his people and bring them here. I don’t want to be raped.” I felt my voice quiver, but cleared my throat. “I don’t want Maggie or Beth or Patricia or Lori or Andrea to go through that. I don’t want to lose any more people. I’m not happy with the idea, but killing him is the only way to keep people safe.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Dale said with a shake of his head before he stood up and walked off.

Once he was gone I sighed and laid back on my sleeping bag and kicked my feet out in front of me. “You’re scared.” Daryl said making my eyes shift to him where he moved to lay on his side with his head propped up on his elbow. “Of what those men will do if they find this place.”

“I’d love to say I’m not, but that would be a lie.” I answered then turned my eyes back to the ceiling of the tent.

“Hey.” He tried to get my attention and I just kept staring at the top of the tent. So he placed his pointer finger on my cheek and turned my face to look at him. “Ain’t no one gonna hurt ya.”

“How do you know that?” I asked sounding tired and I was. I was tired of all of the drama around camp.

“’Cause I got yer back.” His words pulled at my heart strings and caused me to throw my arms around his waist. He stiffened for a split second, but eventually hugged me back with one arm.

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I was hanging laundry on a line to dry when Rick walked up. “Has Dale talked to you yet?”

“Yep.” I answered as I grabbed another shirt out of the basket and hung it up.

“And?”

“And I’ll tell you what I told him. You’re doing the right thing. Randall can’t live if we want to keep this place safe.” I pinned the shirt on the line and moved to grab another one, expecting him to go away after he got his answer, but he just kept standing there glaring at me with his hand on his hip. “What?” I sighed and he placed his hand on his hip.

“So you and Daryl are a thing now?” he asked and I stopped what I was doing.

“If by ‘are we a thing’ you mean am I with a man who respects me for me and doesn't make me feel like a terrible human being for having feelings for him then, yes. We’re a thing.” I answered sarcastically then turned to pin the shirt on the line. “And you know what?” I asked as I bent over and grabbed a pair of pants. “I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time.”

“I’m happy for you.” he said almost sarcastically, still glaring at me.

“I’m going to pretend that you meant that.” I said under my breath as I pinned the pair of jeans on the line.

“Group meeting at sunset.” He told me stiffly before he walked off.

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Everyone stood gathered around the living room, all quiet. No one willing to speak up until Glenn did. “So how do we do this?” he asked where he sat on a bench at the piano. “Just take a vote?”

“Does it have to be unanimous?” Andrea asked.

“How about majority rules?” Lori asked from where she stood leaning against the door frame to my right. I sighed and glanced behind me at Daryl who was leaning against a small cabinet to my left.

“Well, let’s just see where everybody stands and then we can talk through the options.” Rick spoke up as he turned from Lori to look at the rest of the room.

“Well, from where I sit, there’s only one way to move forward.” Shane spoke up from where he was leaning against the fireplace next to Andrea.

“Killing him, right?” Dale asked with a look at Shane then the rest of the room. “I mean, why even bother taking a vote. It’s clear which way the winds blowing.”

“Well if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.” Rick argued.

“Well, I can tell you it’s a small group.” Dale added. “Maybe just me and Glenn.”

As everyone looked at Glenn he swallowed hard and Dale looked at him like he couldn’t believe Glenn had changed his mind. “Look I think you’re pretty much right about everything all the time, but this-”

“They’ve got you scared.” Dale practically yelled at poor Glenn.

“He’s not one of us.” Glenn argued. “And we’ve, we’ve lost too many people already.”

Dale waved his hat at Maggie and Hershel. “How about you, do you agree with this?”

Maggie crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. “Couldn’t we continue keeping him prisoner?”

“Just another mouth to feed.” Daryl spoke up and when I looked back at him he had crossed his arms over his chest.

“And an unproductive one at that because I doubt we would risk putting him to work and taking the risk of him getting away.” I added with a look back at the rest of the group.

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel spoke up.

“We can ration better.” Lori added.

“Well, he could be an asset.” Dale argued.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggested.

“No, it’s like Joanna said. We can’t risk letting him walk around.” Rick spoke up.

“We could put and escort on him.” Maggie suggested.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” Shane asked.

“I will.” Dale spoke up and as much as I liked the old man he was fighting a losing battle.

“I don’t think any of us should be walking around with this guy.” Rick said putting his hand up, a sign to let the idea go.

“He’s right.” Lori added. “I wouldn’t feel safe unless he was tied up.”

“What she said.” I spoke up as I pointed to Lori.

“We can’t exactly put chains around his ankles and sentence him to hard labor.” Andrea said in her usual tone.

“Look, say we let him join us, right? Maybe he’s helpful, maybe he’s nice.” Shane started talking. “We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men.��� His words made me tense and I guess Daryl noticed because he reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder for a second.

“So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?” he asked and we all just stared down at the floor. “If we do this, we’re saying there’s no hope. Rule of law is dead. There is no civilization.”

I sighed and rubbed at my temples as I leaned back against the wall. “Could you drive him further out?” Hershel asked and I dropped my hand from my face. “Leave him like you planned?”

“You barely came back this time.” Lori spoke to Rick while fiddling with the locket around her neck. “There are walkers. You could break down. You could get lost.”

“Or get ambushed.” Daryl added. And while I had heard him tell Dale that he didn’t care what happened to Randall one way or the other I think I he did have an opinion, he just didn’t want to voice it.

“They’re right. We should not put our own people at risk.” Glenn added.

“If you go through with it,” Patricia spoke up for the first time, “how would you do it? Would he suffer?”

“We could hang him, right? Just snap his neck.” Shane suggested.

Rick nodded. “I thought about that. Shooting may be more humane.”

“What about the body? Do we bury him?” T-dog asked.

“Hold on, hold on.” Dale started as he stood up again. “You’re talking about this like it’s already decided.”

“You’ve been talking all day, goin around in circles.” Daryl said pushing himself off of the cabinet he had been leaning on and twirling his finger around in the air. “You just wanna go around in circles again?” he asked pacing a little.

“This is a young man’s life!” Dale yelled. “And it is worth more than a five minute conversation!” I sighed and looked at Daryl to see my expression of aggravation mimicked on his face. “Is this what it’s come to? We kill someone because we can’t decide what else to do with him? You saved him and now look at us.” He yelled at Rick. “He’s been tortured. He’s gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we’re so afraid of?”

“We all know what needs to be done.” Shane spoke up.

“No, Dale’s right. We can’t leave any stone unturned here.” Rick countered. “We have a responsibility-”

“So what’s the other solution?” Andrea interrupted.

“Let Rick finish.” Lori spoke up, but was over looked.

“We haven’t come up with a single viable option yet.” Andrea kept talking. “I wish we could.”

“So let’s work on it!” Dale yelled getting louder.

“Stop it.” Carol spoke up. “Just stop it. I’m sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn’t ask for this. You can’t ask us to decide something like this.” she said pausing to look around the room. “Please decided, either of you, both of you, but leave me out.”

“Not speaking out or killing him yourself. There’s no difference.” Dale said.

Rick stepped in. “Alright, that’s enough.” Dale shut up so Rick kept talking. “Anyone wants the floor before we make a final decision, now’s their chance.” He said as he motion with his hand for someone to step up and stepped back.

Everyone looked around at each other and no one stepped up. So Dale did. “You once said we don’t kill the living.”

“That was before the living tried to kill us.” Rick argued.

“But don’t you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead. And this new world is ugly. It’s…harsh. It’s…it’s survival of the fittest.” He yelled. “And that’s a world I don’t wanna live in. and I don’t…I don’t believe that any of you do. I can’t. Please.” He pleaded with tears in his eyes. “Let’s just do what’s right.” It got quiet for a moment as he looked around the room. “Isn’t there anybody else who’s gonna stand with me?”

No one said a thing until Andrea of all people spoke up. “He’s right. We should try to find another way.”

“Anybody else?” Rick asked with a look around the room. No one spoke up and eventually Rick turned to Dale.

“Are y’all gonna watch too?” he asked with a sniffle. “No, you’ll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we’re slaughtering a human being.” He sighed and shook he head. “I won’t be a party to it.” he started out of the room but stopped when he walked by Daryl. He placed his hand on Daryl’s shoulder and said, “This group is broken.”

That night I sat with everyone else around the camp fire while Shane, Daryl and Rick got the boy out of the shed and brought him to the barn. I never heard a gunshot and when Rick walked over to the camp with Carl in tow I knew he didn’t go through with it. “We’re keeping him in custody, for now.” he informed everyone.

“I’ll go find Dale.” Andrea said as she walked off with a smile.

“Carl, go inside.” Lori told her son. “Now, please.”

Carl shook his head but went into the tent anyway. “He followed us.” Rick said as he rubbed his fingertips across the pad of his thumb. “He wanted to watch.” Lori looked at him, terrified of what was happening to their son. “I couldn’t.”

“That’s okay.” She told him as she placed her hand on his cheek. “That’s okay.” They hugged and the rest of us averted our eyes.

“I’m turning in for the night.” I announced as I stood to leave, but screams hit my ears and everyone launched into panic mode. Lori screamed for Carl to get into the house and stay there.

“T-Dog, get a shotgun now!” Rick yelled and T jumped into action. I grabbed my pistol out of the back of my pants and headed off after Rick and T-Dog. We followed the scream to the field behind the barn, but we couldn’t see where they were coming from. That was until we saw and heard Daryl waving his arms and yelled at us.

When I got close I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Dale on the ground with his stomach torn open. “Oh, my god.” I gasped and covered my mouth getting sick to my stomach as the familiar tightening in my chest hit me full force. Rick and Andrea kneeled down next to the moaning, man as he bled out.

I just watched, frozen as Hershel arrived on the scene and informed everyone that Dale wasn’t going to make it. Everyone was crying, watching as he suffered and Andrea cried for someone to do something. Rick pulled out his gun to put him down, but couldn’t do it. So Daryl took the gun from him. “Sorry, brother.” these words spoken by Daryl were the last Dale heard before Daryl pulled the trigger and Dale stopped breathing for good.

I finally unfroze enough to sink to my knees and succumb to the attack that hung over my head. We were supposed to be safe here. We were supposed to be able to survive here but if walkers were getting in then…” a touch on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see that the touch had come from Daryl. Most everyone else other than Andrea, Glenn and Rick had walked away. Daryl grabbed my hand and helped me up he didn’t try to walk me through my attack. He just held my hand as we walked back to camp and that was enough.

Neither of us spoke until we were in the tent and by then the panic attack had subsided. “I’m sorry you had to do that.” I said running a wet wash rag over my face.

“I didn’t have to do nothing. Just figured Rick don’t have to do all the heavy lifting.” He mumbled.

“Either way.” I sighed then wiped at a spot of dirt on my arm.

“Those panic attacks of yours.” He started and I looked back at him already knowing where he was going with this. “You ever worry-”

“That they’re gonna get me killed?” I finished for him than looked behind me to see him nod. “Sometimes.” I answered then tossed the rag into the corner of the tent then laid back on his sleeping bag that he had unzipped and spread out to make a queen sized palette. “But then I remember that I’ve been dealing with them my whole life, I can deal with them for the rest of it. However long that might be. I won’t let ‘em make me weak.”

“Good.” I looked over at him. “Weak women ain’t my thing.” I just smirked at him as he laid down, tucked one arm behind his head then held his other arm out to me, wordlessly asking me to come to him. So I slid over, pulling my sleeping bag over us as I tucked myself into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. “Hey,” he whispered and I glanced up at him, “This,” he motioned between the two of us, “it ain’t just to get under Rick’s skin is it?”

I sat up so that I could look him in the eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” I answered. “I know I’ve used our friendship to get to him in the past, but this…” I motioned between the two of us then let my hand fall to rest on his chest, “this is more than friendship. I care about you too much to screw things up with stupid games.” he smirked and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss lingered on for a few seconds before we pulled back to look at each other. “I have to admit, I didn’t take you for the cuddly type.”

“You complainin’?” he asked with a grunt making me smirk.

“Never.” I whispered earning a small smirk from him. I smiled back as he cupped my cheek in his hand and caught my lips with his. He pecked my on the lips a few times before trailing kissed to my neck where he lazily nibbled then licked, pulling a quiet moan from me. The sound must a fueled his fire because his pace quickened and his hand slid from my face over my chest and down to grip my hip and pull me on top of him.

I sat up, straddling his hips as I stated unbuttoning his shirt. But he caught my wrists in his hands stopping me. “Don’t.” he told me stiffly making me frown.

“Why not?” I asked moving my hands around in his loose grip to thread my fingers thought his.

“It ain’t pretty.” He answered quietly with a glare.

“I’ve seen you shirtless before, remember?” I asked as I fell forward pinning his hands above his head. “I’ve seen your scars.” I pressed my lips to his and he kissed me stiffly back. “They don’t bother me.” I kissed his neck and he sighed and tilted his head to the side. I nibbled on his ear then whispered, “Okay, your shirt can stay on, but mine’s coming off.” I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, showing off not only my pink and black lace up sports bra but also the long curved horizontal scar on my lower abdomen.

He reached out and gently slid his pointer finger over it then with a grunt he rolled us over and stood on his knees. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, peeled it off and tossed it aside. The first thing my eyes landed on was a scar that was slashed across his collar bone. Without thinking about it I reached up and gently touched the skin beside it. I wanted to ask who did this to him. Who was the heartless bastard that marred his beautiful body? But I knew that if he wanted me to know he would tell me when he was ready. So instead of asking, I placed my palm flat on his shoulder then slid it down to grip his arm and pull him down to me.

As his lips assaulted my neck my un-casted hand felt and massaged everywhere it could reach while my casted hands rested on his side. There was no more discussion, no pauses or hesitations. Just pure pleasure as we explored one other. Even after we made love, when we lay on the sleeping bag trying to catch our breath, no words were spoken. He just pulled me into his side and tugged my sleeping bag over us and we drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning a service was held for Dale. Rick gave a speech. “Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave whenever I’d make a decision I’d look at Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us, the truth, who we really are.” Tears slipped down my cheeks as I listened to Rick. I didn’t feel panicky, just sad. But when Daryl reached over and swiped away my tear I gave him a sad smile and he pulled me into his side.

We stayed like that until Rick was done talking. We were all about to go our separate ways when Hershel spoke up. “Rick, I think it’s time you all moved into the house.” With that we all started packing.

“It’s gonna be tight, 15 people in one house.” I heard Rick say when I dropped my bags and tent into the back of a blue pickup to be brought to the house.

“Don’t worry about that. With the swamp hardening and the creek drying up...” Hershel answered.

“With fifty head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell.” Maggie added.

“She’s right.” Hershel said with a nod. “We should’ve moved you in a while ago.”

From there Rick started barking our instructions and the rest of my day was spent working, moving things inside, boarding up windows, helping Hershel stock the basement with food and water.

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I was standing with Daryl beside the blue truck when T-Dog walked up “You only got so many arrows.” He told Daryl as he handed him a gun.

“Is that Dale’s gun?” Daryl asked as he took it and T hummed out a positive answer. “Wish I knew where the hell mine is.” he grumbled as he tucked the gun into the back of his jeans.

“Ready?” Rick asked as he walked up and Daryl hummed.

“I’ll get the package.” T-Dog announced and walked off.

I walked over to stand in Daryl’s open door. “Come back in one piece, okay?” I asked quietly, ignoring Rick for now.

“Always.” Daryl told me with a nod then leaned over and pecked me quickly on the lips.

I was about to say something to Rick when T-Dog ran up and announced that Randall wasn’t in the shed. All three of us ran off to see what he was talking about. Andrea saw us and alerted the others before she took off after us. Soon the whole group was outside. I just watched and listened as everyone debated on how he got out.

Shane randomly came out of the woods, “Rick, Rick!” he yelled as he stalked over to us. Lori yelled and asked him what happened. “He’s armed! He’s got my gun.” Carol asked him if he was okay. We could all see the blood running down his nose, lips, chin and neck. “I’m fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me and clocked me in the face.”

“Alright, Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Glenn, Daryl, come with us.” Rick ordered.

“T, I’m gonna need that gun.” Shane said as he walked over.

“Just let him go.” Carol pleaded. “That was the plan, wasn’t it, to just let him go?”

“The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun.” Rick answered as Shane took T’s pistol.

“Don’t go out there. Y’all know what can happen.” Carol pleaded as Shane, Rick, Glenn and Daryl took off in the direction Shane came from.

“Get everybody back in the house. Lock all the doors and stay put!” Rick called out still walking away.

I didn’t want to go to the house, but T put his hand on the small of my back and urged me to follow the others, so I did. While stuck inside we all busied ourselves with random work. Maggie and Hershel made his bed on the couch in the living room while others made themselves palettes to sleep on for the night. I was one of the others, making Daryl and me a palette in the corner of the dining room.

After we ran out of busy work we all sat around the living room waiting for the men to get back. “I’m going after them.” Andrea said as she stood from the couch where she had been sitting with Beth.

“That’s not a good idea. They could be anywhere and you could get cornered by Randall.” I spoke up earning a glare from her.

Before she could say anything Daryl and Glenn walked in. “Rick and Shane ain’t back?” Daryl asked looking around.

“No.” Lori answered before I could.

“We heard a shot.” Daryl said with a look over at me before he turned back to Lori.

“Maybe they found Randall.” Lori added.

“We found him.” Daryl said and I sighed in relief.

“Is he back in the shed?” Maggie asked.

“He’s a walker.” Daryl answered.

“Did you find the walker that bit him?” Hershel asked.

“No, weird thing is he wasn’t bit.” Glenn answered making my brows draw together in thought.

“His neck was broke.” Daryl added.

“So he fought back.” Patricia assumed.

“The thing is Shane and Randall’s tracks were right on top of each other. And Shane ain’t no tracker, so he didn’t come up behind him. They were together.” Daryl explained.

“Would you please get back out there and find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?” Lori pleaded walking over to stand across from Daryl.

“You got it.” he told her with a nod then looked at me. “I’ll be back.” I wasn’t going to let him go without saying something to him so I followed him out on the porch. That’s when we saw the massive herd of walkers headed for the house. The others followed and saw as well. “Patricia, kill the lights.” Hershel instructed.

“I’ll get the guns.” Andrea said and the two women took off.

“Maybe they’re just passing, like the herd on the highway. Should we just go inside?” Glenn asked pacing a little.

“Not unless there’s a tunnel downstairs I don’t know about. A herd that size would rip the house down.” Daryl answered.

I was about to ask what we should do when Lori came out of the house, “Carl’s gone. He…he was upstairs. I can’t find him anymore.” She said in a rush.

“Maybe he’s hiding.” Glenn suggested.

“He’s supposed to be upstairs. I’m not leaving without my boy.” Lori pleaded.

Carol reassured her that they look again and they ran off into the house to look. I stayed behind on the porch. Maggie brought out the bag of guns and started passing them out. “They got the numbers, it’s no use.” Daryl said taking the gun she handed him and I took the one she handed me.

“You can go if you want.” Hershel stated, loading his gun.

“You gonna take ‘em all on?” Daryl asked.

“We have guns, we have cars.” He said then cocked his gun.

“Kill as many as we can, and we’ll use the cars to lead the rest of them off of the farm.” Andrea spoke up.

“Are you serious?” “Seriously?” Daryl and I asked at the same time.

“This is my farm. I’ll die here.” Hershel answered.

“Alright, it’s as good a night as any.” Daryl said as he hopped over the railing and off of the porch.

“Son of a bitch.” I cursed as I hopped off of the porch and ran after Daryl.

“No, stay here, guard the others.” Daryl asked more than demanded and I nodded and ran back up on the porch and watched him drive off. As walkers started getting close to the house I moved to stand with Hershel on the front lawn taking them down. “Hershel, Joanna, it’s time to go!” Lori yelled at us but we kept shooting. “Hershel! Joanna!”Lori yelled again and I finally gave up and ran in the direction everyone else was running.

I had almost caught up with them when I saw a walker grab Patricia and latch onto her neck. I took down the walker then Patricia. Beth was screaming the whole time. Lori and I managed to get her off of Patricia and away from the gaining walkers just as Andrea and T-Dog pulled up in the blue pickup. Andrea got out and Lori asked her and me to get Carol who was cornered by two walkers. Andrea shot one and I shot another. “Look out!” Carol screamed and when Andrea and I turned we both had walkers right behind us. Andrea shot hers causing it to fall on her, I wasn’t as fast of a shot and didn’t shoot mine until it had already tackled it me to the ground. When I shoved the walker off of me and got up Andrea and I both saw that the blue tuck was driving away. Leaving the two of us behind. “Son of a bitch.” I cursed with a look at Andrea.

“Make a run for it.” she panted and took off running so I took off after her, knowing it was our only chance. When we saw Hershel, Rick and Carl drive off we ran after them screaming, but they couldn’t hear and we got cut off by walkers, so we headed for the woods. We ran as long and as far as we could, until sun up then most of the rest of the day. Adrenaline got us pretty far, but at night fall we both collapsed. Walkers attacked us and we were both struggling to hold them off when all of a sudden the walker’s heads were chopped off. We looked up to see a woman wearing a hood, towing two armless, jawless walkers on chains behind her. Not caring whether she was going to help me or hurt me I sighed and let my head fall onto the bed of leaves and grass.

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1. Professor Layton | 2. RanLay | 3. Grillby :^)))

001 | Fandom:  PROFESSOR LAYTON

Favorite character:  My favorite character in the Layton series is always hard to decide on…but I think at the moment, it’s gotta be Professor Layton himself.  He’s a wonderful person with such a kind and genuinely caring personality, he’s great with kids (always a plus with me lol), and he’s willing to do a lot for his loved ones.

Least Favorite character:  My least favorite character is probably Rosetta from Unwound Future - I mean no offense to anyone who does really like her!  She has a cute design and I totally understand going after the professor (he’s a cutie), but she does so in such a provocative way, and I’m…not really into that, haha.  I would’ve said Bill Hawks, but I kind of love to hate him, and doesn’t that count for something?

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):  My 5 favorite ships are Randall x Hershel, Hershel x Claire, Randall x Henry, Anton x Sophia, and Luke x Nettie! (@annekmt123‘s Layton OC - we used to RP Professor Layton and I fell in love with this ship, lolllll)

Character I find most attractive:  I think Randall is pretty good looking, ngl.  He’s got lots of traits that I find real attractive in pretty much every fictional man I love lol

Character I would marry:  I’d marry Flora tbh but only with permission and ONLY IF SHE IS OLD ENOUGH TO DO SO

Character I would be best friends with:  I would want to be best friends with Luke!!

A random thought:  I feel like Luke’s parents didn’t get enough screentime…I love Clark and Brenda and would like to see them more

An unpopular opinion:  I headcanon Hershel as asexual and panromantic!

My canon OTP:  Hershel x Claire, they were one of the first ships in my Half-Dead OTP Club.

Non-canon OTP:  Hershel x Randall!!  Jeez I love them and I want to write fics about them…if only I had time

Most badass character:  EMMY ALTAVA (and Groski)

Pairing I am not a fan of:  Hershel x Emmy (Sorry guys, I’m just not that into the hypersexual way they tend to be portrayed by the fanbase…)

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):  Flora, I want her to have more screentime!!  Please let her have a cool adventure!!!  And please don’t leave her behind anymore!!!!

Favourite friendship:  Layton and Luke!  Their friendship transcends words.

002 | Ship:  RANLAY

When or if I started shipping it:  I started shipping it once I heard about Miracle Mask - I shipped Hershel and Descole back then (We didn’t know they were brothers yet, sue me), and I was under the impression that Randall WAS Descole.  So by default, I shipped them.  Then, I wound up shipping them because of the events of MIracle Mask, because I am WEAK for teenage hijinks.

My thoughts:  They probably taught each other how to kiss like big dumb dorks I love them so hecking much

What makes me happy about them:  Randall is that one friend who you can’t decide if you love or hate them, but Hershel always winds up loving whatever stunts Randall pulls and continues coming back to him for more adventures.  It’s also one of those “popular kid in school hangs out with unpopular new kid” situations and I am once again, super weak for these tropes.

What makes me sad about them:  The ending of Miracle Mask, when Hershel kind of got fourth-wheeled

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:  Can we not have underage sex scenes please

Things I look for in fanfic:  I look for fics that have a high school theme tied in.  I just…really like school fics ;;;;

My kinks:  Uhhhhhhhhh I’m just gonna write here that I think they tried messing around with some alcohol on a rooftop during high school,  but Hershel wasn’t into it and Randall sobered right up and they just snuggled for the night and vowed not to talk about it the next morning when they were hungover

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:  I would be comfortable with Hershel ending up with Claire, and Randall ending up with Angela.  I mean, the latter happened in canon, didn’t it?  And the former almost did ;; v ;;

My happily ever after for them:  My happily ever after for them would be for them to go their separate ways and eventually reunite and have old feelings rekindled………

003 | Character:  GRILLBY

How I feel about this character:  MMMMMM BOI HE IS MY FIRE HUSBAND 100/10

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  Pretty much just Sans for this one.  **coughs awkwardly and maybe MTT but that’s more of a crackship

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  Grillby and Fuku!  I picture them as being close enough to be siblings, but unrelated.  Fuku is more like a close cousin who also helps him cope with PTSD and panic episodes.

My unpopular opinion about this character:  His first name is Kindle, last name is Grillby.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:  I WISH HE HAD MORE THAN ONE LINE

My OTP:  SANS X GRILLBY I HAVE AN ENTIRE SIDEBLOG DEDICATED TO THEM

My OT3:  S’mores ship!!  (Grillby x Sans x Toriel)