#michonne hawthorne smut

[milkluvr333]

Everyone is talking about Rickyl x reader and I love it, but where is Richonne x reader fics?!?!? I NEED it now in a way that is concerning to my mental health

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Six months later

Previous

After the war, the prison had been rebuilt and made into a home, into a proper community.

They had a small farm, full of fruits and vegetables and even some animals for food, Rick was in charge of this.

Walkers were cleared out and blocked from breaching, all blocks had been cleared and cleaned, and 3 of them were turned into homes for the growing community. The library was put to use by Carol and the children, for story time and schooling, and the walls were decorated with drawings.

C Block was still only occupied by the family,Tyreese and Sasha had moved in when they had been brought in from Woodbury, the past was put behind them.

Hershel had decided that it was time for Rick to step back as leader, that he should focus on himself and his son, after the whole Carl gunning down a surrendering kid incident. So he taught Rick all there was to know about the farmers life, so that he could teach Carl, and so on.

Hershel then formed the council, which was made up of; him, Daryl, Glenn, Carol, Sasha and even Natalia.

She was thrown off when he had asked her to join, but he was confused why, for she and Daryl had been the two heads that Rick looked to when making decisions, plans or when the hard tasks had to be done.

He was confident of her that she would make a brilliant member, she was hard headed and stubborn, she knew from right and wrong, whether that be people or decisions, and she was empathetic, to a certain degree. Natalia was talented in knowing what to tell people in difficult times, she was also an amazing poker player and liar, that worked in their fortune many times.

Glenn, Daryl and Natalia had built a supply team, and sometimes they would find other groups, or survivors on their own, taking them in, the community was growing larger, everyone had their part.

Natalia left Cell block C, walking down into the courtyard to get some food, where Carol and Daryl were stood talking, as she served it up.

"Morning, Natalie."

"Hey, Doctor S" She smiled at him.

"Morning, Nat."

"Nice to see you, Leon."

"Hey, Lia."

"Hello, Frank."

"How're you doing Talia?”

Natalia had adopted a few nicknames from members of the community.

"I'm doing great, Sean, thank you, how are you?"

"Great, as always" He grinned.

"Nat!" Two small voices cheered and waved.

"Molly, Luke! How are you both today?"

"Great."

"Hi, Miss Moore"

"Hey, Mika, what are you reading?"

"It's about volcano's" the young girl gushed excitedly, showing off the cover of the book.

"Cindy, hey, how's lil Tommy?"

"He's doing alright, but I lost his dummy, and he's been crying a lot without it, he can't sleep without it." Cindy sighed.

"I'll add it to my list, we're going on a supply run today, don't worry about it."

"I love you, you're an angel." Cindy squeezed Natalia's hand.

"It's no problem." Natalia laughed, walking away.

"Well, hello, Nat, Natalie, Talia, Lia, miss Natalia Moore." Carol greeted her, passing over a bowl of some food.

"Don't. Sometimes I wonder if they just don't know my name and hear it muttered around and say whatever they hear." Natalia sighed, taking the breakfast.

"Of course they know your name, it's called a nickname, cause they love and admire you so much, for saving their lives and giving them sanctuary."

"Blame Daryl, its mostly him who stops."

"He's dealing with it as well. You both make quite the pair, so you can accept that people look up to you here."

Daryl rolled his eyes as he ate.

"No one needs to look up to me, I just do my job, that's what we all are supposed to do."

"I need you to see something." Carol then told them. "Patrick, you want to take over?" She asked the tall kid with glasses.

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, stepping up.

Carol handed him the things she was holding as Daryl and Natalia moved to join her side.

"Mr Dixon, Miss Moore?" Patrick asked, grabbing their attention. "I just wanted to thank you both for bringing that deer back yesterday. It was a real treat sir and ma'am."

"Hey, that was just Mr Dixon, I was only standing by." Natalia stepped back.

"Well then, I'd be honoured to shake your hand." Patrick put his hand out to the man.

Daryl sighed, licking his fingers clean and clapping the boys hand, shaking it.

"You shot it." Daryl grumbled to the woman as the three stepped away.

"But I couldn't carry it back, only you." She overly smiled at him.

"About today, I don't know if we're gonna be able to spare a lot of people for the run." Carol told the pair as they walked and ate.

"Should be alright." Natalia shrugged, looking at Daryl to see what he thought.

"That place is good to go. We're gonna move on it."

"Yeah, the thing is, we had a pretty big buildup overnight. Dozens more towards tower three. It's getting as bad as last month. They don't spread out anymore."

"With more of us sitting here, we're drawing more of them out. You get enough of those damn fence-clingers, they start to herd up." Daryl said.

"Pushing against the fences again." Natalia sighed.

"It's manageable, but unless we get ahead of it, not for long." Carol said.

Daryl and Natalia were loading up the car, with the help from Zach, Beth's boyfriend.

Beth walked up to the teen boy, greeting him with a kiss.

The two adults tuned out their conversation as they finished the task.

"Okay, are you gonna say goodbye?" Zach asked, once they finished their conversation, Beth walking away.

"Nope." She called back.

"It's like a damn romance novel." Daryl said with disgust.

"They're young and in love, obviously you wouldn't know what that's like." Natalia teased.

"By your track record, seems worth it."

Natalia clapped her hand over her heart, pretending to fall over.

"Oh, how you wound me, Mr Dixon." She fake cried.

"Stop." He nudged her.

"Before i forget. If I don't grab them, make sure someone does, we need chewable, rubber toys." Natalia told him, going back to serious.

"For Sully?"

"No, Judith's started teething, she's having a real tough time with it, told Rick I'd make sure we grab some."

"Alright." He nodded, walking towards his bike, slipping a comment to Sasha about Bob, a man her, Daryl and Glenn had found last week, coming along.

"I'm driving." Natalia said, hopping in the drivers side of the pickup truck, Zach getting in the passenger.

They got down to the gate, Daryl stopped so that he could speak to Michonne who just arrived, riding Flame, the horse.

"Move, kid." She told the teen boy, seeing that Michonne was making her way to their vehicle instead of the car. "Look who it is, you coming for the trip?"

"Thought I'd give you some company, Daryl says we're hitting up the big spot." Michonne said, getting into the passenger seat, that Zach had left unoccupied.

They had arrived at a superstore, fences boarded around the building.

"Army came in and put these fences up." Daryl explained to everyone when they got out the cars. "Made it a place for people to go. Last week, when we spotted this place, there was a bunch of walkers behind this chain-link, keeping people out like a bunch of guard dogs."

"So they all just left?" Bob asked.

"Give a listen." Sasha said.

The group was silent as they listened to the blaring music.

"You drew 'em out?" Michonne asked, sounding impressed.

"Put a boom box out there three days ago."

"Hooked it up to two car batteries." Glenn added.

"All right, lets make a sweep." Daryl instructed. "Make sure it's safe, grab what you can, we'll come back tomorrow with more people.”

They made it to the door, Daryl banged hard on the glass with his elbow.

"Just give it a second." He said, sitting on the small wall, Natalia was leaned against it next to him, whilst the others stood around.

"Okay, I think, I've got it." Zach said, catching theirs and the other attendees attention.

"Got what?" Michonne asked, walking over.

"I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn." He explained, moving to sit next to Natalia.

"He's been trying to guess for, like, six weeks."

"Yeah, I'm pacing myself." The teenager argued with the man. "One shot a day."

"All right, shoot."

"Well, the way, you are at the prison, you being on the council, you're able to track, you're helping people, but you're still being kind of  uh  surly." The two women looked at him confused. "Big swing here. Homicide cop."

Natalia and Michonne both started laughing, not being able to hold it.

"What's so funny?" Daryl asked.

"Nothing. It makes perfect sense." Michonne answered.

"Actually, the mans right, undercover."

"Come on, really?" Zach asked him.

"Yep." Daryl nodded. "I don't like to talk about it 'cause it was a lot of heavy shit, you know?"

"Dude, come on, really?" Zach didn't believe him. "Alright, fine. Nat, what were you before all this?”

"Funnily enough, I was the same, we were actually partners, it's how we know each other so well." Natalia played on the bit. "Could say we're thick as non-thieves."

"Seriously?" Zach asked, Michonne turned around to hide her laughter.

"Yeah." Daryl continued.

"Hey, you remember that one case, the guy who wore green suits with the cane shaped like the question mark?"

"Yeah, liked riddles." Daryl joined in. " But shush, it's confidential."

"Oh right, work policy." Natalia nodded, looking at the floor.

"I'm just gonna keep guessing, I guess." Zach sighed.

"Yeah, you do that."

Walkers threw themselves at the glass, ending the conversation, making the three stand up from the wall.

"We're gonna do this, detectives?" Michonne asked.

"Let's do it." Daryl stepped towards the doors.

"Hey, you ready?" She asked Zach.

"As ever." He let out a sigh.

"You're gonna do great, okay? Just a real easy one, nothing to worry about." She smiled at the teenager.

"Alright, yeah." He nodded. She walked ahead to join her friends, weapon at the ready.

"The Riddler!" She could hear Zach whisper to himself as he walked forward.

Once the walkers were dealt with and dragged out, everyone waited outside the doors.

"All right, we go in, stay in formation for the sweep." Sasha told the group of people "After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for. Any questions?"

"Was there ever a time you weren't the boss of me?" Tyreese asked his sister.

"You had a few years before I was born."

"Whoever see's it first, any sort of rubber toy, but not small enough so she can swallow." Natalia reminded Daryl. "Cindy's boy lost his pacifier so he could do with a new one as well."

"Copy that." He nodded as they headed in.

Once the sweep was done, and they were all clear, Glenn, Michonne, Bob and Natalia walked with trollies, she also had her bag open around her front, throwing in the most important things, just in case.

"Hey." Daryl whispered, appearing behind her.

"Hm?" She hummed, preoccupied with shoving pharmaceuticals, first aid kits, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, tampons, pads and toothpaste in her bag, anything of health importance.

"Found the jackpot." He stood next to her, shoving the parent requests in her bag.

"You're a gem, no wonder you're so popular, Mr Dixon."

"Gotta thank my partner in crime, too." He smirked at her.

"Or you could say "not" crime." She winked.

His smile dropped as he stared at her.

"Yeah, I'll go look at other stuff." She nodded, walking away and chucking a few packs of wipes in her bag before zipping it up and putting it on the right way.

A thud somewhere around the store sounded, followed two seconds later by glass smashing.

Bob shouted that one of the shelves came toppling down.

Natalia made her way over there, shortly after Daryl, who was closer.

"You alright? You cut or something?" He asked the man who was under the shelf, bent down and flashing a light on him.

"No, man, but my foot is caught." Bob told him.

"Alright. He's just caught. Come on, help me up." He told Zach and Tyreese who also came over.

"What happened?" Glenn shouted out from somewhere.

"Nobodies hurt, we're in wine and beer." Natalia replied, storing the location to bring up another time.

"I was moving fast, man. I drove right into the drinks." Bob laughed off.

"Man, you lucked out. If this thing had come down on you the wrong way " Tyreese let the sentence die.

"Should be more careful about yourself and your surroundings, one wrong move could mean everyone's lives at risk." Natalia told him, she felt suspicious of what had happened, something didn't feel right to her.

The ceiling above collapsed just above them, chunks of it rained down.

A walker had fallen through, tangled up to the ceiling by his intestines, floating in the air.

Everyone jumped back, looking at what just happened.

"Holy fuck." Natalia hissed.

Michonne, Sasha and Glenn ran towards them, stopping when they saw the walker stuck above.

"Yeah, uh, we should probably go now." Glenn decided.

"Bobs still stuck. Get him out of there." Daryl said, walking back to the other cabinet.

"We'll get the others." Michonne told him, unsheathing her sword.

Another bit of the ceiling broke, a walker diving down with it, but landing to the floor.

More and more holes were made, more and more walkers reached the ground.

The group of people jumped out the way, in order to not get jumped on by the dead.

"Hey!" Bob screamed out.

Natalia pulled out her knife, a walker had just taken Glenn down, tackling him to the ground, she ran forward plunging her knife in it's skinless skull, letting Glenn push it off so he could get to his feet.

Gunshots surrounded the place as everyone ran in different directions.

Daryl climbed up a small tower of boxes, as they gathered around him.

Natalia was fighting one off, when she heard a thwack behind her, she dropped her opponent, spinning around to reach down and grab the arrow that was shot into the head of a walker that was gaining on her.

She ran towards the man, throwing him his arrow as Glenn helped take out the walkers surrounding him.

"Daryl, go!" Glenn shouted, as a helicopter was getting close to fall on them any second.

She pulled her gun out, helping shoot at walkers a distance away in order to not get shot herself.

"Let's get Bob!" Zach called out.

Natalia shot at a walker who was crawling towards Bob, Daryl then dragged it away.

Zach lifted the shelf as Natalia kept the lookout for them, shooting at walkers headed in their direction, whilst Daryl helped Bob out.

"Come on, time to go!" He shouted. "Let's get out of here!"

They headed for the doors as the helicopter was about to drop.

"Ah!" Zach screamed out.

Natalia turned her head, as a walker was chomping into the teen boys leg, dragging him down from under the shelf.

"Zach!" Glenn called out.

Natalia went to run to the boy as the Walker mauled on his neck.

"No! It's too late!" Daryl grabbed her arm, dragging her back, telling the others to run as the ceiling crumbled.

"We can't leave him!" She screamed. "He's just a kid!"

"We don't have a choice, come on!"

They ran for the exit through a thick cloud of dark dust, the helicopter falling onto where they were moments ago.

"I'll do it." Daryl mumbled to her when they got back to the prison, walking to C block.

"You sure?" She asked, chewing her lip.

"Yeah, you alright?" He asked, putting his hand on her shoulder, stopping them both from walking.

"I wish we could've helped him, at least so he didn't suffer." She looked down at her fingers, picking at her nails so that she didn't end up crying. "He had his whole life ahead of him, it just sucks so much worse when we lose someone young, especially like that. He was such a great kid, should've never brought him out."

"I know." He muttered, bringing her in for a hug, patting her hair as he looked ahead.

"I'm gonna go see Wi-Judith! Judith, see how she likes her stuff, I'll take the other stuff down to inventory tomorrow." Natalia said, wiping at her eyes as she pulled away from the hug, heading towards the building again.

"Alright." Daryl nodded, pretending to not notice the near slip up, he hadn't caught her do it before, but she was under a lot of stress and grief, he had noticed how she took a special interest in the babies at the prison, making sure they'd have everything they'd need, even the small things like toys to chew on and the exact colour pacifier they liked, all with out spending much time with them, like she was too scared to get close, that something bad could happen to the baby if she did.

He still hadn't given her the picture, he didn't know why, something about never finding a right time with her, even though they spent a majority of their time together, the running joke was that if one was near, the other wasn't too far away, they heard what people said and both shrugged it off, never wanting to acknowledge it with each other, they were good teammates and partners, that was all!

Deep down, another thing that had stopped him was how she would react, he knew she knew it was in that cupboard so long ago, that she hadn't grabbed it, he wondered if she'd be mad or upset that he had decided to snatch it up, he didn't like to think about it much. 

"Rick, hey" Natalia greeted Rick Grimes, it looked like him and Hershel were talking about something when she walked in on them. "Hi, Hershel, Miss Judith."

"How'd it go?" Hershel asked her.

"Not good." She shook her head. "The roof had water damage, a helicopter and around two dozen walkers were on top. Zach, he didn't make it  I'm sorry, Daryl's letting Beth know.”

"He was a good boy." Hershel said sadly looking down.

"He was." She sighed "But, I did manage to grab loads of things for Doctor S and the women and babies," She made wide eyes at Judith, reaching into her bag for the stuff Daryl put in there. "Daryl managed to grab these for her." She told Rick, grabbing a wipe from the bag and wiping down a pink chewable ring. "Should help with her teething." Once she was done cleaning it, she gave it to Rick.

"Thank you, I know you made it a priority when you didn't have to." Rick patted her shoulder.

"I didn't grab them, he did, also got some things that were needed by the other babies, I'll give them out tomorrow, for now, I need some sleep."

She bid the two men goodnight, walking into the cells and up the stairs.

She whistled lowly.

Sully came jogging out of Daryl's cell, that was next door to hers, still, Michonne's was on the other side.

"What's that in your mouth?" She asked the dog, who was holding a teddy rabbit in his jaws.  "Where the hell did you get that?" She muttered, walking towards the Rednecks door.

She cleared her throat.

"What?"

"Why do you insist on spoiling my dog?"

"Thought he'd like it, snatched it on my mission for baby shit." He said, fixing his crossbow.

"Don't waste time and storage on him, he's perfectly fine with what he's got." She told him, moving to sit beside him on his bed.

"Was nothing." He shook his head. "Take it as a anniversary gift."

"An anniversary gift? For what, exactly?" Natalia laughed.

"A whole year since you joined the group."

"About 3 months too early, it's only been 9 months, but thanks" She smiled at him. "He seems to enjoy it."

Sully had joined them back in Daryl's room, laying down on the end of his bed as the dog chewed and played with the teddy.

"Course he does. S'Rabbit."

"And it's the last one he gets, you're building too much of a collection."

"Yes ma'am." He raised his brows, keeping his eyes on his weapon as he fiddled with it.

"How'd she take it?" Natalia asked, changing the air in the small atmosphere.

"Surprisingly alright, that's what scares me, changed the accident board, said she was glad to know him, hugged me then went back to writing in her diary."

"She's gone through a lot, lost a lot of people, some people just handle it differently, lets just pray she's not building up for a psychotic breakdown or anything." She mused, laying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling, imagining it crashing down on her just like in the store.

The pair spent the rest of the night in silence, enjoying each others company and not being totally alone in the world, causing them both to end up falling asleep beside each other.

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[am3ricanpsycho420]

Would y’all want any walking dead fan fic? I need more of them written about. Also for women x women I feel like I don’t see a lot for the women of the walking dead.

[lakeintears]

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THE WALKING DEAD.

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[sundrop-writes]

Now accepting requests for The Walking Dead!

As you guys may now, I have been rewatching TWD (for like, the 20th time in my life) and as it always does, it has majorly sparked my creativity for writing things based on this universe with these characters. There is just something about it that always makes me want to write fanfiction

So I want to do some requests for the characters while I work on some personal fic ideas that have sparked with me. I would love to do some reactions - if you want an idea of what I mean, you can look at the ones I did for Teen Wolf as inspiration, and there is some examples of reactions on my Rules page (and please read through my rules page anyway before sending in a request).

The characters I write for: Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene/Rhee, Daryl Dixon, King Ezekiel, Jerry, Rosita Espinosa, Abraham Ford, Tara Chambler, Andrea Harrison, Michonne Hawthorne, and (maybe) Rick Grimes. (Important note: I do not write for Negan. He is a character I really dislike and I will not use him as a love interest in my fics.)

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MARVEL

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STRANGER THINGS

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negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie greene, glenn rhee, abraham ford, carl grimes, morgan jones, shane walsh, michonne hawthorne, ezekiel sutton, gabriel stokes, eugene porter, rosita espinosa

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simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra

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until dawn. the walking dead. ship connections wanted.

i’m looking for longterm writing partners over on discord! horror and apocalypse fandoms are my current loves. i can make us a 1x1 server so that we can banter, plot, and worldbuild. i’m a big fan of editing so there’ll be no shortage of aesthetics.

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[clementines]

🏕️ 31. she/they. 25+ only. message me directly.

until dawn. the walking dead. ship connections wanted.

i’m looking for longterm writing partners over on discord! horror and apocalypse fandoms are my current loves. i can make us a 1x1 server so that we can banter, plot, and worldbuild. i’m a big fan of editing so there’ll be no shortage of aesthetics.

i'm smut friendly, please clarify if you aren't. it’s vital that my writing partners put in equal amounts of effort and remain in decent communication with me. slow replies are fine but keep me in the loop/let me know if you’ve lost interest.

currently seeking writing partners for rick grimes and/or josh washington. some wanted roles are michonne hawthorne, andrea, chris hartley, sam giddings. i play both characters as bi/pan, albeit closeted, so i’m open to other pairings — just prepare for a lengthy discussion.

dynamic building and development are so vital so i’m really looking for like minded people who’d be willing to commit to one romantic pairing that we can develop and throw into multiple storylines (rather than having 9876567 ships that never progress).

i love editing, keeping in touch ooc daily, sending musings, tiktoks that remind me of our ship, creating moodboards and playlists, etc. and i’m looking for someone who will create alongside me!

[ghost-bison]

Rules For Requests

No hard smut, but I will write flirting/kissing/soft NSFW

I can do y/n, cross-ships, crackships, rare pairs... As long as it's characters I'm willing to write for

You can send your request in my ask box. I'll only answer if you're polite and nice, though

Length of the OS may vary with inspiration/characters I'm writing for

Try to give me at least a little bit of information so I know which direction your OS will take

I'll write about (almost) any ship as long as it involves at least one character in my list

Fandoms

Good Omens: Anthony J. Crowley - Aziraphale Fell - Gabriel - Beelzebub - Furfur - Hastur - Muriel - Shax

Doctor Who: Donna Noble - Tenth Doctor - Ninth Doctor - Martha Jones - Rose Tyler - River Song - Fourteenth Doctor - Rose Noble - Shaun Temple - Eleventh Doctor - Amelia Pond - Rory Williams

Broadchurch: Alec Hardy - Ellie Miller - Beth Latimer

The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon - Negan Smith - Carol Pelletier - Michonne Hawthorne - Judith Grimes - Beth Greene

Project Blue Book: Michael James Quinn - Allen Hynek - Mimi Hynek - Susie Miller

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale - Malia Hale - Allison Argent - Stiles Stilinski - Scott McCall - Lydia Martin - Isaac Lahey - Peter Hale - Theo Raeken - Liam Dunbar - Kira Yukimura - Cora Hale - Braeden - Kate Argent - Chris Argent

The Vampire Diaries: Lorenzo 'Enzo' St. John - Damon Salvatore - Bonnie Bennett - Elena Gilbert - Rebekah Mikaelson - Malachai 'Kai' Parker - Alexia 'Lexi' Branson - Tyler Lockwood - Elijah Mikaelson - Niklaus 'Klaus' Mikaelson - Caroline Forbes - Katherine Pierce - Matt Donovan - Stefan Salvatore

The Sandman: Morpheus 'Dream' of the Endless - Robert 'Hob' Gadling - Corinthian - Death of the Endless - Desire of the Endless - Matthew - Lucifer Morningstar - Lucienne

Once Upon A Time: Regina Mills - Emma Swan - Zelena Mills - Mary Margaret Blanchard - Henry Mills - David 'Charming' Nolan - Rogers - Lucy Mills - Robyn Mills - Alice Jones

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Catra - Adora - Glimmer of Brightmoon - Bow - Scorpia - Entrapta - Mermista - Sea Hawk - Perfuma - Swiftwind - Frosta - Mara - Castaspella - Angela - Micah - Double Trouble - Madame Razz - Light Hope

The Haunting of Hill House: Eleanor 'Nell' Crain - Theodora 'Theo' Crain - Hugh Crain - Olivia Crain

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani Clayton - Jamie Taylor - Viola Willoughby

[findroleplay]

🏕️ 31. she/they. 25+ only. message me directly.

until dawn. the walking dead. ship connections wanted.

i’m looking for longterm writing partners over on discord! horror and apocalypse fandoms are my current loves. i can make us a 1x1 server so that we can banter, plot, and worldbuild. i’m a big fan of editing so there’ll be no shortage of aesthetics.

i'm smut friendly, please clarify if you aren't. it’s vital that my writing partners put in equal amounts of effort and remain in decent communication with me. slow replies are fine but keep me in the loop/let me know if you’ve lost interest.

currently seeking writing partners for rick grimes and/or josh washington. some wanted roles are michonne hawthorne, andrea, chris hartley, sam giddings. i play both characters as bi/pan, albeit closeted, so i’m open to other pairings — just prepare for a lengthy discussion.

dynamic building and development are so vital so i’m really looking for like minded people who’d be willing to commit to one romantic pairing that we can develop and throw into multiple storylines (rather than having 9876567 ships that never progress).

i love editing, keeping in touch ooc daily, sending musings, tiktoks that remind me of our ship, creating moodboards and playlists, etc. and i’m looking for someone who will create alongside me!

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[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Mine

Previous

After the funeral, Carol had approached  Natalia, when Daryl had been distracted with getting his things ready.

She had been preparing herself to settle the tension between herself and the woman, and to ask her to join them, but Natalia was already a step ahead of her, she had already chosen that she would be accompanying them to the herd, but when she was asked why, she refused to give a reason, just that she needed it to end, once and for all, and that meant any way how, she needed to do her part.

Daryl, who still refused to say a word to her, had all but dragged the woman onto the back of his bike, whilst Carol and Aaron rode two horses.

Once they got to their destination, "parking" their "vehicles", Connie, Kelly, Jerry and Magna had appeared from the foliage.

"Hi." Daryl greeted them.

"Hey, D." Jerry replied. "Nat!"

"Jerry" She grinned, jogging forward to hug the man. "How's Nabila, and the kids."

"Y'know, like normal, heard what happened to Rosita and Archie, they alright?"

"They're... they're all good, I have a lot to thank her for." She nodded, before moving on to greet Connie, as well as Kelly and Magna.

"Let's get to it. Screw these freaks." Magna sighed. "I say that in Siddiq's honour."

"That's the spirit." Natalia looked around the woods, seeing if she could spot anything.

"Thanks for helping." Daryl thanked Connie, patting her on the shoulder.

She pulled out a notebook, preparing to give a reply.

Natalia couldn't see what it said, but she couldn't deny that she craned her neck to see.

"You okay?" Aaron peered at her, as they walked.

"Fine." She smiled at him, pretending to not even notice the two conversing.

It was nightfall by the time they had reached the new border, and with a heavy sigh, they crossed it.

Daryl had been the last person, waiting after the others.

At some point, Carol had drew her bow, seeming to have spot something, though no one really took notice, except for Daryl, as per usual.

"Hey. Wait." He called to her, spotting the bear trap. "Coulda lost a foot." He commented, when she had saw it.

"They laid traps. Means we're getting closer. I saw something over there." Carol said.

"Will you stop this shit?" Daryl asked her. "Please. You want her dead so bad, you don't even care what happens to you."

"That's not true." She denied.

"You never came off that boat." He shook his head. "It's been like talking to a goddamn ghost."

"I'm doing the best I can."

"You didn't have ta drag my wife along with this, she didn't needa be out here."

"She wanted to come." Carol corrected. "I didn't make her."

"Yeah, only cause she thinks she owes you, she blames Henry's death on herself, bin beating herself up about it all morning, causea what happened to Siddiq, with Dante. I know you went and asked her, specifically when I wasn't around."

"She's useful, Daryl. You've been forgetting that, for a while. She's skilled and she knows her way in a fight, better than most of us."

"Not anymore, she's not meant for it out here, anymore, hasn't for a long time."

"You underestimate her, she's still capable."

"Well, the way you bin acting, I don wan' her getting hurt in the crossfire." He stated, before heading forward, to join the rest, temporarily stunting Carol.

The sun had risen high when they reached a clearing, the place Mary had said the horde was, and yet, it was an empty field.

"God damn it!" Daryl cursed, turning away as though it was an offensive sight.

"Wait." Aaron told him.

"For what?" He asked.

"This doesn't mean Mary lied to us, alright?" He tried to reason. "They were protecting this place. T-They put a trap in the road as a deterrent."

"Yeah, from some hunter a decade ago."

"No, that thing was rigged more recently than that, and you know it." Aaron pointed out.

"You wanna stand around and figure it out?" Daryl challenged. 

"Look, the herd could have been here last week or yesterday."

"Or not at all." Natalia interjected.

"We!" He glanced at the woman. "Had an obligation to come check this out."

"Nah. Time to find Lydia. Let's go." He walked away, Natalia shook her head at Aaron in sympathy before also turning and leaving.

"She's our main priority." She reminded.

"You didn't have to snap at him like that, not in front of everybody." Natalia told Daryl, as they walked further ahead than the rest.

"What?" He grunted, trying to look for tracks.

"He was sure on this, and he had hope, its Aaron, you know what he's like, but you didn't have to shoot him down like that."

"I don' need a lecture, alright, we're looking for Lydia so we can get the hell back home." He finalised.

"Oh, how I wonder where our daughter gets her pessimistic attitude from." She sighed to herself.

They hadn't spoke again until they reached water.

"Lydia would have taken this river downstream." Daryl told the group. "Back to our side."

They followed, until they noticed that Carol wasn't,

"Hey, Carol. Let's go." Daryl called for her.

"You go on. I'll meet you." She told him, walking the other direction.

"Nope. We all stay together." He clarified, as though he was some chaperone on a school field trip.

She didn't back down though, so they changed course, following her.

Even when she darted through the tree's.

"Hey!" Daryl shouted, sprinting after the woman. "Carol!"

"It's Alpha, she's following her." Natalia shared, spotting the woman through the leaves as she also ran.

She had managed to pass Daryl, being faster than him, but he got the chance to catch up when she ran into walkers, taking them down, throwing them into the same hole they had passed all those months ago to find Henry and Evie.

"You alright?"  He asked, when she had thrown the last one down.

"Still got it." She huffed. "Come on. Carol's still going after her." Natalia reminded, carrying on.

Daryl had waited back though, checking for more to come, as they ran, Natalia led the rest of the group into the same walkway she saw Carol going through, though she froze when she heard it, the large chorus of walker groans.

"I think we found the herd." She sighed, as the others also stopped staring down at what looked like a hundred walkers. "Well done, Carol.

"Guess they did move them." Aaron spoke lowly.

"Y'know, it's kinda reminding me of both of my pregnancy reveals." Natalia commented, raising her brows.

That's when a loud collision sounded, Daryl rolling along the ground just above them, stopping just before the edge.

"Speak of the devil..." She sighed, whilst Jerry and Aaron helped him up.

"Pregnant?" Daryl sputtered as he got to his feet.

"No, you idiot. I said, I was getting flashbacks to both reveals." She gestured to the horde.

"Yeah, we got a way bigger problem than memory lane." Magna looked around the cave, and so did the others, without the hundreds of walkers, the cave was a danger, alone, it was small, cramped, could possibly collapse at any moment and there looked to be no way out.

"Uh. Hey, guys?" Jerry called over the noise of the walkers, looking up, bringing attention to Alpha, who was stood on a high ledge, holding an torch of fire.

Carol stared at the woman with pure hatred, the realisation that she had been tricked got to her, then... she just screamed, loud, agonisingly and long, letting out all the rage she felt, and Alpha left her to it, exiting the cave.

"Give me a boost, I think I can reach it." Magna said, staring at the platform.

"Maybe Natalia can give it a go, she'll probably be lighter." Kelly suggested, sizing everyone up.

"Pipsqueak?" Magna, assessed the small woman. "Yeah, she won't reach a thing." She then gestured for the three men to help her up, and spot her.

"Ouch." Natalia muttered to herself, halting back, letting the others help up Magna, as she dealt with the walkers that were able to climb above the others, getting pushed towards them. 

"Aah!" Magna screamed, losing her grip and falling to the ground.

"Damn. You okay?" Daryl asked, helping her up.

"I almost had it." She told him.

"Nah, it's too high, no one's getting up there." He said. "You risk breaking your neck."

"We could try hopping across." Natalia suggested

"What?" Aaron asked her.

"Look." She moved Daryl's hand, the one holding the flashlight, showing off the small platforms above the walkers. "Could use those to jump across." She signed as she spoke, her and Daryl had been learning it, as well as teaching the kids, they had decided to, after they met Connie.

"Nice." Daryl nodded, looking at her proudly.

"Wait. For real?" Kelly asked.

"Uhm, yeah, Unless you got a better idea." Natalia asked her. "I'll go first, follow my lead, but don't all bunch up, leave a spot in case I need to turn back."

"Wait, Nat, are you sure?" Aaron asked.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Just that... you know, you got kids."

"Yeah, so do you, and you, and you." She pointed to the men in group, who were all fathers. "Alright, ready?"

"Let's go." Daryl slightly squeezed her hip as she got ready to jump, flashing the light over her head.

"Follow after, If I want anyone watching my back, it's always gonna be you." She looked up at Daryl, speaking to him quietly.

"'M always gonna. Don't die." He murmured lowly.

"You either." Then she jumped, reaching the small rock, and the walkers instantly swarmed around her.

"She did it!" Jerry whooped at her success.

"Hey." She grinned. "Look at that, I'm so small, they can barely reach me." She looked right at Magna, who didn't seem at all impressed, but Connie was also smiling nudging her friend.

"Alright, baby, keep going." Daryl told her, moving the flashlight to show her next spot.

She moved up, letting Daryl take her previous space, as she jumped to the next, which was a bit more crowded, having to kick walkers away from her, as she moved around the rock, before running along a small pathway, stopping in a crook, catching her breath.

Natalia lightly threw her arms around Daryl when he sat beside her, kissing his cheek, as the others moved along, towards them.

"You alright?" He asked.

"We're still alive, is it weird that I'm kinda having fun?"

"Yes." He stared at her.

"I don't know, guess I kinda missed when my life was on the line, getting from point A to point B, that kinda stuff, I don't know." She shook her head looking around the cave. "Up there." She pointed, standing up and moving towards it, as Carol came flying towards them.

"Hey! Hey! Come on! Come on!" Aaron began shouting at Kelly, who had just jumped, but fell, hitting at walkers as she scrambled to her feet.

"Come on, I gotchu!" Daryl told Carol, as she prepared to join them.

Carol jumped, but had also skidded, falling and landing on her stomach, walkers reaching at her feet whilst Daryl pulled her up.

"Nice going, like a real knight in shining armour." Natalia commented at him completely not having her.

"Shut up." He scowled, when they were sure Carol was alright.

They then helped the rest over, making sure everyone was okay.

That was until one walker had clung onto Kelly's foot, but Jerry acted quick, using his large axe to chop it off.

"Hey, hand me that thing." Daryl told him, gesturing to the arm.

"Knock yourself out, dude." Jerry said as he passed it to him.

He had ended up turning it into a torch, using it to navigate as they made their way through the mine.

"Alright, I need you to stay here, alright, keep everyone together." Daryl told Natalia, passing her his severed arm torch.

"What, where you going?" She asked.

"Gonna go look around for a way out." He told her, as though that were obvious.

"Nuh uh, Connie, take this, I'm going with you." She handed the severed arm torch to Connie, following Daryl.

Should I even ask how we're doing on food?" Aaron asked Jerry.

"Not great."

"Food?" Kelly asked. "How long do you think we gonna be here?"

"Hey, no worries. Walkers got in here somehow. We'll get out." Jerry attempted to reassure her.

"I think we know exactly how they got here.  Alpha put them here. These are theirs. We have to assume we're not alone." Aaron theorised.

Connie signed to Carol, asking if she was okay.

"I'm fine. Just a lil winded." She replied.

"She's claustrophobic." Daryl answered, as they made their way back over.

"Why didn't you think about that before you got us all trapped down here?" Magna asked.

"Hey." Aaron told her, not wanting to start anything. "It's not the time for this."

"Why not, seems like we got plenty of time for this." She shrugged. "What the hell were you thinking, huh? Running off like that by yourself?"

"Because she doesn't think, she see's and she does." Natalia said. "That's Carol, to hell with the actual important stuff that's going on."

"Hey! We ain't got time for this shit." Daryl told them. "We got in this mess together. We're gonna get out of it together. Now follow me, I think I found a way out."

They had found a large "room" to set up camp in, sorting themselves out, plotting.

"What did you mean, when you said that this place reminded you of when you found out you were pregnant." Kelly asked, filling the silence.

"Long story." Natalia answered, as she layed on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"It's either that, or we can go back to figuring out who's to blame for all of this." Magna said, her tone sounded awfully sarcastic, though.

"Fine, It was a whole bunch of us, all the leaders, basically, we took a trip to a museum in D.C and they have, had this uh, glass floor, so you could look down at all the exhibits, though, at this point, the only thing you could see was dozens of walkers, and as I was walking along it, it started to shatter, which did wonders for my self- esteem , as you can imagine, and as I fell through, like a swinging pinata, Siddiq decided to radio in and tell me that I was pregnant... with twins." She recounted that time, around seven years ago.

"Wow." Kelly raised her brows.

"Yep." Natalia had closed her eyes, her head leaning on her folded arms.

"And the other time?" Magna asked.

"Oh... I didn't actually find out then, he did." She pointed at her husband, who was sat by himself, in front of a fire he had built.

"The story of Archie? We never got to hear about this, either." Aaron, who was beside Jerry, shared.

"Yeah, I wanna hear this." The large man grinned.

"Too bad, I don't feel like sharing anymore." She decided.

"But..." Aaron began to complain.

"I don't wanna talk about it, because instead of being with my 1 year old baby, I'm stuck in a fucking cave."

"You chose to come." Carol remined.

"No one mentioned a cave." She replied. "Or that we were gonna be here... for hours, with nothing to do... just waiting... for a stroke of luck, or death... hopefully soon, I'm not picky."

"She's kidding." Aaron assured Kelly, who was looking terrified by each passing word. "Nat... Nat tends to get morbidly sarcastic when she's either bored or scared. Right now, that's both."

"Naming your son Archie, is a lil on the nose, isn't it?" Magna asked, looking at Daryl.

"I didn't name him, wasn't even there when he was born." He sniffed, examining his knife.

"What do you mean?" Jerry asked.

"Birthed and delivered him, myself, just like the twins. Not bad for a pipsqueak, huh?" She opened one eye, glancing at Magna, who rolled her own. "And I named him after two of my best friends, father and son, just combined the first letter of their names though, Archie Carl."

"Natalia, you are the most terrifying person I've ever met." Aaron complimented her.

"Thank you, Aaron, it means a lot to be taken seriously."

They had sat in more silence, until Magna stood up, walking towards Daryl, with a limp.

"Hey. Hey... can I, Can I get matches?" She asked him.

"You should try to take it easy for a minute." He told her.

"I can't." She breathed heavily. "I need to do something."

He caved, handing her the box.

"Thanks." Magna said, as she accepted them, then walked away, then Carol sat beside him.

Natalia moved to lay on her side, her back to them, so she didn't have to unwantedly over-hear their conversation, she needed to rest, for her own sanity, but she really, really didn't want to die in this cave,

It was quiet for quite a while, before Magna had shouted at them.

"Skins!" She cried, and everyone was up in the second, running towards her.

Magna was trying to fight one off as more emerged.

One, a stocky looking man, had lunged at Natalia, aiming to stab her, but she managed to duck, knocking him on his ass, before stabbing her knife into his skull, she turned around and the others were doing the same, killing without hesitation.

Daryl stood back from his, looking around, whilst another came running at him from behind, but Natalia was quicker, throwing an knife into their head.

"Let's go." Daryl decided, turning in the way they had come from, bending slightly to retrieve Natalia's knife, wiping it on his trousers, handing it back to her as though it were a relay race.

They had ran into another room/spot.

Connie began signing in frustration.

"If we don't follow each other in the dark, we're gonna get split up." Kelly translated.

"She's right. We stick together." Carol agreed.

"At least we know there's a way out now." Aaron said.

"Yeah, but where?" Magna asked.

"I think they went this way." Jerry suggested.

"You see where they went?" Daryl asked him.

"Not exactly, but... I know a road sign when I see one." He shone his flashlight on an arrow, that had been carved into the rock.

Daryl followed it, and the rest followed him.

"Hey, come on." He hollered, reaching something that had caused him suspicion.

Connie shone her light into the crack, but nothing seemed to be jumping out at them, just a path.

"I'll go through." Natalia suggested.

"Naw." Daryl shut her down, instantly.

"I can fit." She argued.

"So can I, I'm going first." instead of giving her space to make her piece, he squeezed through the rock.

Natalia huffed, folding her arms in frustration, leaning against the wall.

"He loves you." Connie signed, nudging her. "And he wants to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, I'm fine to look after myself." She signed back, though hers was a lot slower as she remembered which word meant what sign.

"He knows that, but he's scared, and the best way he can deal with that is by taking charge."

She shrugged not knowing what to say, but feeling slightly defeated.

"Are you guys doing okay?"

"You seem to know more about my husband, then I do, these days."

"This is it." Daryl called, from inside the tomb.

Natalia was the first to move, pushing off the rock to go after him, letting the others follow after her.

"Hey, Nat?" Jerry called, from the back. "I'm really jealous of you, right now."

"I would love to trade, Jerry, obviously, after we get out this cave." She replied, back. "We're almost there, anyway."

She had reached Daryl, who was stood, staring at another hole, except this one wasn't walk through-able, they would have to crawl through it.

"Mine." Natalia decided, getting ready to climb in.

"Nat, no-"

"Nuh uh, this has my name written all over it, you can join the queue." She told him.

"I don't want ya doing that."

"And you think I want you to? Look, I can easily get through that, you're gonna struggle, and so is everyone else, I don't wanna wait behind you lot, besides, if it's a dead end, it's gonna take me half the time to figure that out, then it is you, so I'm going first."

"She has a point." Magna said.

Natalia saw the confliction on his face, and as he was about to speak his mind, she kissed him, briefly, giving her enough time to startle him and sneak into the hole, crawling through.

"Hey, you alright, back there?" Aaron called to Jerry, as the rest were crawling through.

"Yeah, sure, I'm just a 6,2ft dude that had trouble fitting into airplane bathrooms. Why wouldn't I be okay?" He grunted.

"Fair enough." Aaron nodded.

"Hey, quit your whining, I can see the end." Natalia called, "It's like, a hairs away."

"Who's hair are we talking about, before the twins, or after?" Aaron called.

"Don't get her started." Daryl sighed.

"Aaron, you know I don't like to talk about that, okay? It's a real sensitive subject for me." She admitted. "Hey, I'm out! Baby, come on!"

"I'm comin'" He breathed, crawling forward.

"It's so spacious out here, oh wow, come on, keep coming, the oxygen here is great."

Daryl came struggling out, then Magna, Kelly was after.

"I'm good." She told them, as she fell to the floor, despite Daryl helping her out.

Carol's breathing had gotten out of control, by the sounds of it, she was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack, if she wasn't already in one.

"Carol! Carol!" Daryl shouted down the hole, trying to spot her in the very dim light.

"I'm here." She said, weakly.

"Hey, Carol, there's nothing to be scared about, alright, you're so, so close, just a little further." Natalia told the woman. "You've almost made it, and this is like the least scariest thing you've ever done, this is nothing compared to the thing's you've accomplished."

She was still struggling.

"Carol, I get your pain, okay, I understand, I understand it more than anyone could, okay, you know my daughter, my first one, before Evie, damn, when I lost her, I thought my life was going to end, and it did, it did feel like that, but then it didn't and I- I got to greive and I got to live a life that I could imagine her being a part of everyday, but yet, the vengeance I feel, that's never left me, to this day, I still wish I could cause harm over what happened to her, so I get your need to hurt Alpha, believe me, I do, but you're not going to get that satisfaction if you die in here, because you refused to move, but when you get out, I promise you, nothing on this earth will stop me from helping you see her bleed, I swear that on my life, but I need you to get out of that damn crawlspace, so we can drop that bitch and be done with this, with her stupid rules, and her meetings, all of it, so I need you to get the hell out, Carol."

"I can't." She whimpered. "I can't!"

"You can!" Natalia snapped. "You can, y'know why we named our daughter after you? Because you are brave, and you are strong, and one hell of a fighter, nothing stops Carol Peletier from getting to where she needs to be, nothing, because you are not scared of anything, even crawling through this, don't make us have named our child after someone who couldn't crawl through a damn tunnel, at least go down fighting, so we have a story to tell."

They heard movement, Carol was crawling through.

She felt a pat on her back, looking to her side.

"Thanks." Daryl muttered.

"I didn't do it for you, she needed a reality check, it's a long time coming." She smiled, reaching for his hand to hold.

When Carol had reached them, Natalia took the flashlight from her hands so that Daryl could help her out.

"Go ahead." She told him, as he carried her out of the cave

"I got you, I got you." He grunted, dealing with her weight.

"You did it." Natalia whispered to the woman, smiling, before turning back to the hole. "Right, three of you guys left, you got it."

"Hey, love the support, Nat, I really do, it's a nice change for you... but, just be quiet for a second." Jerry instructed, as something started whizzing.

"What is it?" Aaron asked.

"Aaron, man, be quiet." Jerry told him, as the whizzing continued.

Then was the sound of angry walker growls.

"Go, go, go! Go!" Jerry shouted, as Connie and Aaron clambered forward.

"Go, go, go!" Aaron tapped Connie, pushing her forward, faster.

Connie soon emerged, Natalia stepping back so she could climb out.

"Jerry, come on!" Aaron called back, as he also clambered out.

"Come on! Come on!" Daryl encouraged.

"Jerry, come on! You're almost there!" Aaron bellowed, when Jerry got to the tight bit.

"Guys! I'm... I'm stuck." He told them.

"Here, take my hand." Daryl said, reaching to grab for him.

Jerry groaned as he stretched himself tall, reaching for the other man.

"My feet! My feet! They got my feet! They're biting my feet! My feet!"

"Take your gear off!" Aaron suggested. "Take it off!"

He did as told, passing it forward.

"Come on, come on, give me your hand!" Daryl continued, as Jerry kicked at the walkers.

Daryl and Aaron were able to get a hold of him, pulling him out.

Natalia stabbed the walker that followed.

"You good?" Kelly asked, as they checked him for bites. "It's okay. They didn't bite through. You're good. It's all right. It's okay."

They all looked ahead, there was a small light, from up top, shining down onto the dark rock.

"Hey. Hey!" Magna called, standing up. "Look"

"Wait!" Daryl grabbed her around the waist, as she almost plummeted to her death, a large, dark void was just below.

Daryl tore off the arm of Natalia's latest kill, lighting it on fire and dropping it down, illuminating the horde just below them.

They had found another area, that had been boarded up with slabs of wood, Daryl had been the one to break through it.

The group walked through, silently, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did, and they hadn't found anything, either.

"Why are we standing around, just looking at it?" Magna asked.

"We got to be very careful." Kelly translated for Connie. "We take out the wrong piece, this whole thing's gonna collapse."

They took this in mind, as they looked for their exist.

"Alright, find something to dig with." Daryl told everyone, as they heaved and hooed.

"Hey, Aaron, can you help me with this?" Jerry asked, as they worked together.

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded.

"Kelly, what's that?" Natalia asked the young woman, seeing the box she had just uncovered.

"Look for yourself." She grinned, holding up a stick of dynamite. "Guys, look what I found!"

"Kelly! Uhm, that's great, but, that is dynamite, and unless you want to blow up into a million pieces, drop it!, like it's a new born baby!" Natalia demanded.

"What's going on?" Carol asked.

"Nothing, uhm, it's nothing, she thought she found something, but she didn't, it was just a cool looking rock." Natalia lied through her teeth, blocking Carol's view.

"But-" Kelly intervened, having dropped off her new find.

"Zup"

"No, but I-"

"Zup." Natalia repeated.

"But-"

"Kelly, go help the others, now." Natalia told her, pushing the girl around Carol.

"Nat?"

"It's fine, I don't wanna bore you with a rock, we haven't got time for that." Natalia walked away, quickly.

"Want to take a break?" Aaron asked Magna, as they lifted things around.

"I can rest when... when we get home." She replied.

"You in a hurry?" He pried.

"I just don't wanna hang out here any longer than I have to. Do you?"

"No, but... you barely rested, haven't eaten anything. You never stop."

"I didn't leave things good with Yumiko." She breathed, heavily.

"I'm sorry." He squeezed her arm in condolence.

"Me, too."

Daryl had found something, yanking at it hard, until it broke, falling to the ground with a cloud of dust.

"You okay?" Natalia asked, as he backed away, covering his mouth.

"Yeah." He nodded, "Fine, now." He pointed at the window he just opened up to the outside. "Come on, go." He gestured for Kelly to peep out."

"Just a little more." She told them.

"Where's Carol?" Daryl asked, as the others gathered around the exit.

"I have an idea," Natalia grumbled, heading towards the now rifled through, box of dynamite. "For fuck sake." She sighed, heading back to where Carol would be.

When they had found her, she was hanging of the edge of the rock, right over the horde, struggling to get up.

Natalia had been the one to go to her, she didn't trust Daryl getting over the rocks.

"Carol, come on." She held her hand out for her. "Just grab my hand, okay? I'm right here."

Carol latched on, and together, they were able to get her up.

"You okay?" Natalia asked, as they still clung to each other?

"We can take out half her horde from here." Was Carols reply.

"And that's worth risking your life for?"

"She killed my boy." Carol broke down.

"I know, Carol, and I am so sorry that she did, but this? You just can't do this, you can't live your life suicidally, he would never want that, you can't let his death be in vain, cause then, then she would win, and you can not let her win, we need to make her pay, this? She can always get more walkers, and she'll just double it next time, no, you need to do what she did to him, to them, you need to take her head, and that's when it stops, that's when this ends, and you can't do that if you're down there. Come on."

Natalia went to move back, and she thought Carol would too, but then she reaching for the stick, dropping it, and they both watched in horror as it fell into the horde.

"Hey! Come on!" Daryl called to them to come back, as the walls around them shook.

"She- She's bleeding." Natalia wheeped, as they reached Daryl, blood was dripping down Carol's face, it was all she could see.

"So are you!" He told her, grabbing hold of her, just as Connie and Magna came, helping support the two.

"Come on! Come on! Hurry!" Magna rushed them towards where Jerry was holding the support beams, by himself.

"I can't!" He grunted, struggling with the weight.

Magna helped Natalia stand, whilst Daryl squeezed her arm.

"You keep her safe, you get her out of here, Imma help from up there." He told her, squeezing the woman's hand again, before darting to the top.

"Give me her hand, I'll pull her up!" Daryl shouted down, when he was ready.

"No, no she goes first, she's bleeding." Natalia urged.

"Nat, so are you!" Magna told her.

"She's bleeding, get her out of here!" She pushed, hitting Connie to get Carol to move.

Connie helped push Carol up, as more rubble fell down.

"We've got more skins!" Magna cried, letting Natalia stand on her own, so she could fight.

Jerry screamed in agony refusing to let go.

"Get outta here!" Magna cried.

"I- I gotta help" Natalia, who was going considerably pale, stuttered, looking for her knife.

"Nat, I love you, but you need to get the hell out of here, before I drop this on you" Jerry told her.

"Hey, come on!" Daryl shouted down.

"But they're-"

"Go!" Jerry screamed at her. "Daryl, your wife, she ain't looking so great, you're gonna have to help her!"

"Nat, baby, come on, just give me your hand!" Daryl told her desperately.

She caved, staggering up, and as soon as they caught sight, Aaron and Daryl yanked her up.

"She's bleeding, real bad." Aaron looked at Daryl nervously.

"Jerry, come on man!" Daryl ignored it, wiping at the blood coming from a large gash on Nat's hairline, dripping down her face.

"We gotta help them" She almost whispered, reaching down as, they tried to pull her away, whilst Jerry climbed up.

They had three seconds to run before the mine exploded, sending a large thick cloud of dust into the air.

The group coughed as they got their barings.

Daryl looked around him, but he couldn't see her, he could've sworn she tried to pull away, but he held on to her, he did, right, he pulled her back, so why wasn't she by his side?

"Nat? Nat! Natalia!" He called, running to the rubble, turning over the rocks. "Nat? Nat, baby, where are you?"

He threw the rocks, as more dust clouded his vision.

"Natalia!"

"No!" Kelly cried, realising that her sister hadn't emerged from the mine, neither had Magna, but he couldn't focus on that right now. "No! No! No!"

"Nat, baby, where are you, please." He begged, as he searched.

Aaron had helped him, then, he found her.

"Daryl..." He said, his voice shook. "Daryl... I- I found her."

He turned in a mili-second, almost running to the man, until he froze, staring at her body, her unmoving body.

"Daryl...." Aaron whispered, as he darted to her.

"Nat?" He threw the large plate of rock that was over her arm, now, it looked out of place, her wrist was bent, he could've sworn that was her bone sticking out.

Her eyes were closed, there was a slash across her cheek, her head injury looked more and more bloody, her skin, that he could see under the dust, was ghost pale.

Daryl held her, her head fell down as his arm supported her neck.

"Nat, baby..." His voice was weak, he layed his head on her chest, listening for a heartbeat. His own fluttered when he could hear it, weak and soft, but there, her pulse was near enough the same, but she was still alive. "Help me!" He shouted to Aaron. "Help me!"

"Daryl-"

"Help me! She's alive! She's-... she's alive, just, just help me, please!"

"This blast is gonna call walkers and Whisperers from a hundred miles from here!" Kelly yelled, staring at the wreckage, from where her sister was buried in. "We don't want our backs pressed against this mountain when they come. We can't save her if we're still here, and we can't save them if we're dead."

"She's- we're, help... help- we're gonna get help, and they're gonna, they'll" Daryl could barely make out his sentence, his eyes welled up as he held Natalia tightly, lifting her off the ground.

"Go ahead, say it to me." Carol

whimpered, clinging onto his arm, but he shoved her away. "I deserve it. Just say it to me. She's going to die because of me. You were right about everything. Just say it to me."

He struggled to get past her again, but she grabbed him once more.

"No, please." She wailed. "You care about her. You've loved her for so long. And now she's going to die because of me. Please, just say it! Please say it!"

He ignored her, turning back to Aaron and Jerry.

"Take her. Go home and get her help, you... you'll get her there. Evie, Rosita, they can help her." He walked towards Jerry, who met him half way. "You... you protect her, you keep her breathing till she can get help." He told him, not giving her up yet.

"I will, Daryl, I will." Jerry looked at him sincerely. "All of us will have to have been dead before anything could happen to her."

Daryl looked down once again, even like this, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever graced his eyes on.

His lip trembled as he took her in, leaning his forehead on hers.

"You stay alive" He whispered. "You stay alive for Evie, For Daisy and Bambi, for Archie, and for me. God damn it, you stay alive for me, Natalia Isabelle Dixon, you fucking stay alive... I love you." He kissed her forehead before letting the large man take her, gently, he made sure she was safe and comfortable, even if she was unconscious, before he turned away, passing Carol without acknowledgement, once more.

"Tell the others we found the horde." He told the group.

"Where you gonna be?" Aaron asked.

"They got out before us." His voice shook, as he fought back tears. "There's gotta be another way in." He needed to stay busy, there was nothing he could do for Natalia, and he'd lose the strength to not hurt Carol if he stayed around, he needed to stay busy, and away.

Jerry walked in the direction of home, holding onto Natalia tightly, muttering words to her every so often, to remind himself that he wasn't holding a dead body, no matter how it felt, Kelly walked in his shadow, whilst Aaron limped behind, focusing on getting home, focusing on getting one of his best friend's back so she could stay alive.

They left Carol.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Body Worshipping w/ Michonne Hawthorne

a/n: this turned out super fluffy because i just love michonne and her geeky smile so much; i feel like she's such an underrated character. i also am now all caught up with kinktober!!

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The one thing you loved about Michonne was how much of a giver she was. She snuck more food on your plate, gave you the candy bar she wanted, and genuinely anything you asked for. That didn't stop when it came to activities inside of the bedroom.

Laid out on your back, your body tingling in satisfaction as almost every part of you was blessed by her lips. Your practically purred as she did you compliments, grabbing and caressing the fat of your body with so much admiration. It wasn't often that you were able to have nights where she could take things slow, to appreciate the fact that when all went wrong, you were given to her, a sign to pick herself up and keep moving. For you.

You sighed as she placed a kiss on your neck, moving up so she could look you in your eyes, her dreadlocks falling around you as you cradled her face in between your hands.

“You're so beautiful.” She breathed with that stunning smile of hers. You couldn't help but smile too, your body heating up at the praise. “You're beautiful too, Michonne.” She laughed, leaning on one hand so she could brush some loose hair out of your face. “Not as beautiful as you.” Before you could argue with her, she kissed you, the free hand placing itself on your breast.

Her knee brushed against your soaked folds, eliciting a gasp from between your lips. “Michonne..” You whined, to which she answered by pressing her knee fully against you sex, allowing you to desperately grind against it.

“Take what you need from me.” She husked. You bent your leg so that your thigh brushed against her sex too, seeing as though she was straddling it. She held back a groan. “You too, ‘Chonne.” You whispered, gazing up into her eyes with a sweet smile on your lips. She kissed you once more, both of you rocking your hips, seeking pleasure that the other was willingly giving.

Her tongue found its way into your mouth as she rode your thigh, your hands placing themselves onto her waist so that you could assist in her grinding. She pulled away from you, “Tonight's supposed to be about you.” She breathed against your lips. “Every night is always about me. Just let me make you cum, please. Then you can do whatever you want, okay?” She just huffed out an amused laugh, causing you to laugh too. “Fine.” She moaned as you set a pace for her, her clit rubbing against your thigh as it got soaked with her wetness.

“’M so lucky to have you, ‘Chonne.” You praised, hands leading up to cup her breasts. The arms that were on either side of your head shook, fingers flicking and twisting her nipples. Her body trembled, musical moans like a siren that lured you in. You couldn't help but stare at the woman above you, practically making heart eyes at her even though her own were shut, focusing on the pleasure that wiggled it's way up her spine.

“I'm going to—” She stuttered. “I know, Michonne, I know. Cum for me, please. I need it, ‘need to see you.” She let out a shout as she came, you gently rocking her back and forth, working her through it. You stopped as she twitched due to the sensitivity of her lower half.

“Wow..” She laughed. “Like I said,” You whispered, “You're beautiful, too.”

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SURVIVORS HURT TO

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: injured carl, insecure carl, upset reader, mentions of gore, mentions of dying, mentions of gun shot wound, mentions of self blame, mentions of murder, mentions of weapon usage,

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"it's my fault god it's all my fault" she wept softly to herself as she held Carl's resting hand, it was a damn miracle that somehow he managed to survive a bullet through the eye.

but yet somehow she blamed herself because she should've taken the gun before letting Michonne stab through him, she should've just grabbed it from him but instead she just froze like an idiot.

and this is why she was in this situation, it's why her boyfriend was almost dead with a bullet hole through his eye, she wondered when he'd wake up and if he'd even wake up after the injury.

she knew the statistics of gun wound survivors especially ones to the face and the head they often died in the hospitals and god forbid that he'd die, she didn't think she could move on without him

"i'm sorry Carl" she sobbed into his hand feeling as the puddle of tears started to pour onto his skin, "please wake up Carl please" she was practically begging him, hell she had been praying all night just for him to give her a sign or anything, she just needed something.

she just needed to know that he was gonna be okay.

"get out" was the only words she heard from his mouth as he through his hand up to cover the bandage that was wrapped over his eye, "Carl" she sniffled with a smile but she could see a sour expression form out onto his face like he was disgusted by her.

"Get out y/n! get the hell out!" he shouted watching as she stood up from the chair next to his bed side, she could feel a harsher pile of tears pour down her face as her hand rested against the door handle.

"go! i don't want to see you!" he yelled knowing that he must've surely been breaking her heart by his cruel words, she slipped out of the door using the crease of her elbow to hide her fit of tears.

without even a word to the others sitting in the living room she made her way into her bedroom and slammed the door harshly with the click of the lock she tossed herself against the bed burying her face into some of the pillows resting there.

Maggie knocked on the door before trying to open it but with the rattle of the handle she knew it was locked, "y/n is Carl okay?" she asked inferring that maybe for some reason he might've not have made it through the night.

there was no response of y/n except there was muffled weeps coming from behind the door,

"y/n talk to me i know how you feel" Maggie tried to reason taking a glance over at the bottom of the hall where her husband stood folding his arms while he let himself lean against the wall.

"he's not dead! that's not the problem! i j-just don't wanna talk about it!" she shouted back through the door, Maggie frowned softly while she could see Glenn giving her back the same look.

He approached the door, "were here if you need to it's okay y/n" he was trying to comfort her, and to which he heard a loud sniffle and was waiting for a response from her but it was nothing but silence and the sound of more crying spilling from her.

-

two whole days and he hadn't been anywhere near her, he'd been avoiding her for the entire time period, as soon as he woke up he wanted her gone and away from him.

it wasn't because he blamed her or because he despised her but because he believed that it was his fault, and well he was despising himself, he wondered how she would take his look.

whether she would push him away for looking like a freak or if she would understand but there was no point in taking the risk because he thought she would think he's a freak.

that he was an idiot for giving Ron a gun, that he was an idiot for ever trying to be his friend, he was an idiot for even trying to help and protect him because look at what he caused.

he stood in the mirror as he pulled off the bandage revealing his eye, his eye that was bloody and it was so damn gruesome he wasn't even sure he could face to look at it himself.

but he needed to change his bandage and he hadn't want anyone to see him like this, not his father, not the doctor who fixed him up and he especially didn't want y/n to see him like this.

she hadn't known he was back in the house they both lived in, she had been told he'd been living from place to place bouncing around in the homes that had been under renovation before this whole end of the world bullshit started.

she could see the bullet wound in his eye and it made her not sick but sorry, she felt sorry for him even if he had treated her so shitty, "get the hell out!" he yelled watching as her eyes watered but instead she hadn't moved she froze just watching him in the mirror.

her lips quivered while the rest of her face seemed to shake and even her hands started to tremble as she took a few steps closer to him, "come here Carl" she spoke watching as he used his hair to cover up the wound in his eye, she smiled at him as she wiped a tear away.

"get out please" he spoke turning while her hands rested on his cheeks, he was afraid of her moving the hair away to reveal the wound that was gonna be on his face forever.

"don't please y/n just get out" he spoke softly watching her shake her head no while a few tears slipped down her face, "i love you to much to just leave you like this Carl please you know i love you" she was practically begging him just so she could stay.

she pulled his hair back to reveal the wound, "it ruined me y/n, looks so god damn disgusting i don't even wanna look at myself" some would hear him and say that he was fishing for some sort of attention but god he believed it was true because it was what he had planted in his head.

"look at me Carl, you're so brave and this didn't ruin you, you've fought so hard and i know you're gonna do so god damn good" she placed a kiss on his forehead just above where the wound was.

Carl wanted to cry on his own, "i'm sorry for being so mean i just don't want anyone to see me like this even myself but it's my fault i should've never tried to help him" he admitted wrapping his arms around the crying girl.

"i love you Carl, and i'm sorry i didn't take the gun that's on me and me only it's not your fault" he furrowed his brows while he stroked her delicate hair, he swallowed before speaking

"we were only trying to do the right thing, he just lost it after seeing his mother die and his brother," he spoke at the harsh truth that was 1/2 true for him, he had to kill his own mother.

he was the one to make sure she didn't turn into a walker and yet somehow he seemed to understand Ron now or maybe just the reason why he was so god damn angry at the world.

"i love you y/n even if you were to think i was a monster i would still love you until i die" he spoke rubbing her back softly feeling as her warmth was starting to soak into him.

"til death do us part Carl even if you do become a monster"

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I want to read a prompt where Michonne doms Rick. Basically she ties him down then rides and fucks his face into oblivion and Rick goes absolutely crazy over it 💅

You're bad.

Deliverance

Pairing: Rick + Michonne /Sub!Rick and Dom!Michonne

Summary: A divorced Rick has a desire to surrender and Michonne is his savior.

Rating: Explicit.

Warnings: DNI if underage. BDSM, a bit of angst, unsafe sex, dark. adult things, oral, edging, hand job, candle play, aftercare. Dom!Michonne and Sub!Rick

AN: 3600+ words. This is freaky and tbh I don’t know what came over me. 

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“Trust me…”

“I do.”

A pause. “You know your safe word?”

Rick nodded quickly. His heart struck against his chest when he heard the handcuffs lock over his head. 

Rick was a planner, accustomed to assessing any unfamiliar situations because of his line of work. Anything could happen. Michonne could stab him, shoot him, torture him until his last breath.

Get out of your head, Rick. He told himself often. Such advice always failed, especially after the divorce. He didn’t know how to get out of his head and into his body and heart. 

And that’s what landed him here, on this bed in a large bedroom, tied and splayed for the woman in front of him.

Rick was still in disbelief that he allowed this, that it tempted him. He heard of Michonne through a man in his divorce support group. After a night of drinks, Morgan admitted to his desire for submission, but it was never sexual. He expressed that to Rick, so he didn’t assume. It was strictly roleplay. 

And Rick knew that when they met about four months ago and she gently introduced him to a world of bondage, punishment, and rewards. He spoke with her for months before he decided he wanted to commit the act tonight. 

Michonne took her time to know him, and he was thankful. She approached him without judgment, without an assumption of what he should be. And somehow, their conversations for the last few weeks weren’t just about the possibility of domination and submission. She let him know who she was outside of this. They became friends.

Rick had to remind himself that this was just roleplay for his own sanity.

His thoughts stopped when he felt the bed lift as she stood and she walked over to the dresser, turning down the lights.

“Just breathe…” Michonne reassured, he’s sure she could feel his fear. Maybe she understood his apprehension from experience.

No, Rick didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t care to know what other men she tied in her bed. Because as much as he didn't care to admit it, throughout the weeks, maybe the fantasy became blurred and she was his as much as he was hers.

But he never told her that. He let out a breath as she eased back on the bed.

“You’re gonna be good for me today?” Michonne asked gently. 

“Yes, Madam.”

She rewarded him with a kiss along his jaw. He was used to the act, always a kiss on the cheek but never the lips. Boundaries. 

She leaned over and kissed his jawline. Her smell made his mouth water, and he flexed his fingers, longing to wrap his arms around her, pull her on top and straddle him. 

But she was slow. It was the journey for Michonne. To get him into his body as fingertips trailed along his rib cage and over his chest. She bit into his neck and Rick groaned.

Michonne hummed her approval. Hands lead to the waistband of his boxers and he gritted his teeth, and took in a keen breath, ready for her to take off his last piece of clothing and either suck or fuck him.

But she stopped and stood back up.

"Not yet." She reproached, reading his mind. 

Rick licked his bottom lip and watched her closely. 

"Besides.." Michonne leaned over and turndown the lamp on her nightstand. "It's not about you tonight, is it Rick?"

He knew that. "No, Madam.”

He could only stare at her. The black sheer robe left little to the imagination, as her breast peeked through and touched his chest as she grabbed something by the lamp. He felt his cock tighten.

"That's right.” She assured lightly. “It's about me and my pleasure." 

Michonne stood again and walked to her dresser. He stared at her through her mirror as she grabbed the candleholder and lit a match. Its light left an orange hue on her skin, and the scent of the match tickled his nose. 

"You want to please me, don't you rick?" She asked, staring at him through her reflection.

"Yes." He replied quickly.

Michonne lit the white tall candle and walked back to the bed, holding the skirt of her thin robe as she held the candle carefully and crawled next to Rick.

She pursed her lips, and her eyes focused on Rick. The light of the candle flickered on her face and he licked his lips. He wanted to hold her face between his hands and tug at the bottom of her lip as he sipped from her mouth.

But there was no kissing. She laid down the rules weeks beforehand. Only the game of bondage, torture, and ordering him around, as he would jump between pain and pleasure at her command.

Rick stiffened when he saw a black cloth in her hand. 

“Shhhh…” Her voice lowered, “You need to relax.”

She put the candle down on the nightstand and leaned over, tied the cloth, and left him dependent on her. 

“If you say your safe word, I’ll stop.” She assured gently, “You understand?”

He didn’t realize he held a breath. 

“Yes ma’am..”

“Good.”

He was expecting pain. But he felt the palms of her hand, warm as she pressed into his shoulders and the scent of chamomile and lavender filled his nose. Her hands were slick from whatever oil trailed along his skin.

He felt her straddle him, thighs pressed against his rib cage as she gently rubbed his chest, creating a pattern to his shoulders and arms, then back again.

“You’re so tense.” He heard the compassion in her voice.

“Yeah…” Rick replied, “Been awhile.” He admitted. Not that she didn’t know that, but he had to remind himself.

Stillness. He could only hear her hands against his arms, shoulder, and chest, leading along his ribs and stomach. His breaths deeper and his body became lazy against Michonne’s hands. 

Time didn’t exist, and he was close to surrendering, being.

But she pulled him back into reality when he felt a hot, sharp liquid on his chest. Wax. The wax dripped along his chest and he flinched and grit his teeth at the burn. It wasn't bad. It was over just as quick as it began. He felt it harden on his skin. 

It was more startling than painful. Just a sample of the loss of his control. 

She gave a coo of comfort. 

“Breathe, Rick.”

He shivered, and he could almost hear the smile on her face from his reaction. 

“How’d it feel?” She asked, a bit of interest in her voice.

He took time to think.

“Good.” He admitted.

“You want more?” 

“Yes.” He cleared his throat, surprised by the request. “Madam.”

His stomach quivered when he felt a small amount of wax drip along his skin, hot and slick, and the twitch of his cock shocked him.

He was sure she felt it because she rolled against him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He thought about Michonne beneath him, buried in her, as he slammed home, nails clawing at his arms as he brought them both to the edge. 

But her nails bit into his chin, bringing his focus back to the present. 

“I asked you a question.” She said between a tightened jaw, her nails were sharp against his beard and he let out a breath. 

“When I ask, you answer.” Michonne ordered, “Understood?”

He’s never seen this side of her, assumed this would come out, that dominating force he longed for, but he wasn’t used to a woman telling him what to do. Demanding and forceful. 

He was traditional and used to the women in his small town who played coy. But Michonne. He hated to admit it. This was a newfound hot-blooded desire..

“Understood?”

He was taking too long to answer. “Yes.”

Silence, and he wondered if he satisfied her. But he knew better than could feel the tension in the room. He felt her lean over, get off the bed, and walked to the side of him.

He hissed when he felt it. A whip this time.

The whip was sharp along his chest and rib cage. Her hits were quick and strategic as his skin burned. It was worse than the wax and he sucked in a breath.

The punishment ended.

The pain had his ears pulsing and teeth grinding, body hummed. Suddenly he could see again and Michonne was on top of him.

Nails dragged along his sternum and pressed along his stomach.

"Tell me what you're thinking about?" She asked softly.

It took a minute to think. "Nothing Madam."

"Nothing?" She dragged her nails along his sides and he hissed.

Rick didn’t want to think. He could only feel and sink into the burn and the pleasure and warmth her hands bestowed on his skin.

"Just you." He whispered.

Michonne paused, and he looked at her. Rick could see her throat tightened and just a glint of surprise crossed her features before she gave a vacant stare. 

"Very good." She replied.

Michonne moved to his side. Her leg dropped over his thigh and before he could process it, he felt her hand fall into his boxers and let out a sharp breath when her warm hand tightened along his cock.

"What do we have here?" She teased.

Michonne's hands moved and he couldn't help but snap his hips against her palm.

Rick sucked in a breath. She was too good at this. She tightened at just the right time, right at the base, and when her hand moved towards his tip, her fingertips danced along him, gathering his pre-cum and making his cock glisten.

The groan that came out of his mouth surprised him. It was animalistic, primal, and she answered with a nip at his cheek.

"Tell me what you want?" 

He knew what he didn't want. He didn't want to come in her hand, but her movements were getting him there.

Michonne knew that because she stopped, and his heart stilled.

He was quivering and her hand was no longer at his cock, instead; she grasped his chin.

"I asked you a question." She gritted.

"Go on." Michonne teased, "Speak."

He panted.

"What. Do. You want?"

"I want you to fuck me." He was never much for talking in bed. But he'd do it for her and only her. His voice sounded unfamiliar. Softer.

"What else?"

"I want to please you, Madam."

He looked over, and she sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth. Eyes determined. 

"You better." Michonne sat up and crawled over his chest. He let out a sigh, disappointed she didn’t clench around his hardness.

Michonne noticed his reaction. She was just as focused on him as he was on her.

“You take what I give you.” She growled.

He nodded and replied yes.

“Are you hungry?” She asked, and he could hear the humor in her voice.

His mouth watered, ready to devour.

"Yes, Madam"

Brown eyes flashed in mischief. The back of her thighs was warm against his shoulders and her knees pressed to both sides of him into the mattress.

"Don't disappoint me,” she warned.

And Rick could never do such a thing. As she sank down and into his mouth. He swiped and slid into her folds. Knowing right then that his favorite taste touched his tongue.

His favorite noise was the hum that came out of her lips as his tongue swirled and moved up to press against her clit. Michonne’s hips snapped forward at the sensation and he stayed there sucked. Answering every moan and cry she gave.

Bliss. Was right on top of him as his mouth moved against her, getting her wetter as she painted his mouth and chin.

Rick wanted her to disappear into it as he did and he saw the dam break as she cried out, squeezed her eyes shut, and hips rotated on his chin. Hot thighs pressed into his cheeks. 

He responded with a moan at the constraint. His cock jumped at the thought that she could smother him into an abyss.

Michonne released him, and Rick caught his breath, disappointed she didn’t stay longer.

"Yeah?" Michonne asked as she looked down and met his eyes. God, his heart was beating fast, and he was so hard it was close to painful.

She gave him some room to breathe.

"Yes, please." He begged in a hoarse voice, pride and self-awareness gone. He focused on Michonne and the cruelty and mercy she could deliver. 

And without a second to waste, she descended upon his mouth. Her hips rode the source of her pleasure without restraint.

 And Rick answered by thrusting his tongue inside of her, imagining his cock there, going as deep as he could so he could hear her gasps and moans right underneath the meat of her thighs that pressed against his ears.

All the pain and pleasure merged when her fingers wrapped around his curls and she held him down, chasing her own release, and he moaned in approval, begging her to clench around his mouth. His fists flexed as he thought how good it would feel to grasp her ass and get her to ride him harder and faster.

Michonne stilled and let out a shuddering breath. Seconds later, he could feel her pulsing against his tongue, slick around him.

He didn't care about the burn in his wrists, the torturing pulse between his own legs, ready to release. He didn't care about the soreness in his chin and jaw. It was just a mark of what Michonne gave, and he took with gratitude.

She was off his face suddenly, and he caught his breath. 

"Beg me," she demanded, voice soft and warm in the dim room, her knees now on both sides of him right by his pelvis. The head of his cock twitched when he felt her soft opening touching his tip.

"Fuck me, madam" He replied quickly, "Please…"

"Again…"

And he obeyed, could hear his own words as he pleaded without dignity. He didn’t need that right now. 

Michonne answered his prayers. He sucked in a breath and fuck, he could cry at the way she contracted around him. Her own intake of breath had him close to being undone, as she didn't spare a moment to twist and rock against him. He could feel her clit rub against the hair below his navel.

He wanted to hold on to Michonne, but he could only sink into the mattress and move with the current as she rocked his frame. Could only fist the air and let out pants as she pulled and slammed on him. He answers her with growls and moans that fell out of his lips. Noises he’s never heard before in all his fifteen years of marriage.

He's never had it this rough before and he didn't want it any other way. It was delicious, and he didn't realize until now that he would want a hand wrapped around his throat to compliment the cunt that wrapped around his hardness. Michonne’s hand pressed against his Adam's apple as he held his own breath and felt his cock pulse.

She showed him his purpose and everything in his life led him to be with her.

Rick’s skin was on fire, feet stiffened, amazed that he felt every inch of his body as she continued to swallow him whole.

They locked eyes, and he didn't want to look at anything but the woman above him. Her locs surrounding her face, brown eyes lit and searching his…

She was a siren, and he was her victim, ready to jump into the ocean and submerge. She was a sorceress that bewitched him for eternity. She was Lilith, ready to take him in her wings and fly him into the pits of hell.

She delivered a violent fuck, his body surrendering to the slam and jerk of her hips against his and mixed into suddenly a gentle mating. As she released his throat. Michonne bowed down, mouth and breath against him.

He wondered if she could smell herself on his lips. But his thoughts disappeared as he cried out at the way she gently thrust against him.

Whether brutal and wild or gentle and merciful, he'd fall to her feet and worship because Michonne was the source of his existence.

Her lips teased his mouth, never meeting for a kiss, but ‌her own cries and mewls of pleasure danced along his mouth and chin. 

He reached up, neck strained, as he begged with his body, ready to kiss her-

But Michonne was quicker and moved back, never letting up on his cock.

"Don't you dare." She rasped.

And she stopped moving. His hips bucked, and she sank down. Where her chin lay propped on his chest, doe-like eyes had him still as he let out a breath of frustration.

He needed to come and he should. Just a couple of more thrusts into her heat would do him over.

But he rebelled because he didn't want it to end, and he needed her to come with him.

Rick only pulsed inside of her, never waiting this long for a climax. He was always the one delivering.

"Please." He growled voice shook with frustration or pleasure. He wasn't sure.

"Please?" she mocked as she sat up and caught her breath.

"Please make me come."

A pause and a soft roll of her hips had a cry come out of his throat.

She stroked again.

"You want to?"

“Yes,” he said quickly, no longer waiting when she asked.

A reward. As she bowed down and her tongue swirled against his mouth, sinful and sweet, his teeth tugged at her lip, a show of dominance that she allowed for now. She would probably punish him later for the act.

But he didn't care.

She released his mouth, grabbed the top of his head and fisted his curls, turned his head to the side so she could whisper in his ear.

"You want to come?" She hissed.

He gritted a yes and closed his eyes.

"Where? You want me to get off and let you come in my hand?"

She stopped. This time she did pointed strokes on top of him.

Rick shook his head, remembering the rule.

She asked, "Where do you want to come? In my mouth?"

She knew where and his hips bucked back and he could shout in victory when he felt her cunt twitch against him.

The devil, she was whispering such sinful things that he didn't think a woman could ever say.

"Wanna come inside you," he begged, "Please."

He didn't care about begging for it. He wanted to scold her walls, mark her as she marked him, let her feel the creature she created.

He was so close.

"Come." With the demand falling from her mouth, he let out a long groan, stiffened, and felt her squeeze him for all his seed.

It was all too much. The graze of her teeth on the column of his throat. Lips wet against his cheek, and suddenly she turned his face towards her as she swallowed his cries. Thrusting and swirling her tongue against his, it was a nasty kiss as she sucked his tongue and such a gesture had him coming again inside of her. Rick can't remember ever feeling this much pleasure from a kiss, and electricity flashed behind his eyes, the base of his spine emitting licks of fire. He wasn't in control of his body or mind and, for once, he was glad for it. 

Rick’s words flew from his mouth and into hers, mingled words of curses and thank you, and a three-word phrase fell from his mouth before he controlled it. And she collapsed. Her hair ticked his chest, her cheek pressed against his chest.

And he fell against the mattress, and let out a breath that seemed to come from his gut. Serenity and simply being. The thought of being hers engulfed him.

He didn't feel Michonne as she got off and walked away to the bathroom. Her back turned without so much as a word. 

Moments passed as he heard the water from the sink run. He was alone. He wanted to curl into himself, close to regretting that his feelings were out. Dreading that feeling he's felt for months before he met her would come back.

Emptiness.

Tears tipped at the brim of his eyes. Trying to remember what this was supposed to be.

He could still taste her, and it made his heart squeeze.

Rick closed his eyes and took in a breath. 

The key unlocked over his head and he looked up. The light on the nightstand flickered on and Michonne was next to him with a steaming towel. It felt good as she wiped his beard and neck. Gently cleaning his chest and the cool air tickled his skin in contrast with the cloth.

Rick moved his arm tenderly and wrapped his hand around his wrist.

It was as if Michonne knew what he needed. He didn't need words right now, just a gesture. Comfort through hands, he told himself.

Though he wondered if she would ignore what he told her amid their coupling. 

Michonne grabbed the hand he caressed and covered it with the hot towel. She pulled his fingers gently and pressed her thumb into his palm and he felt shocks of it through his shoulder.

She grabbed the other hand and locked eyes with him as she massaged and relieved the pressure. 

"Thank you…" he rasped.

She didn't respond, only grabbed pillows from the other side of his head, signaling him to sit up so she could prop up his body. She grabbed the glass of water next to the nightstand and brought it to his lips.

But she had already quenched his thirst. For now, at least, the water was useless, but he drank it anyway because she requested it.

Her eyes locked on him. Face unreadable, carefully blank, but her hands told him a different story as she continues to wipe his body.

 “This is new to me too…” That was all she said as she cleaned his chest and stomach

Surrender. He felt free from all his worries simply by her presence. 

And She felt it too. He was sure of it. Even though she held the power in this relationship… whatever this was, she knew the dynamic changed. And in his own submission, he felt at peace. Free.

Loved.

End.