#michonne hawthorne x fem reader

[dixons-sunshine]

Because Of Her | Michonne Hawthorne x Fem!Reader

Summary: You met Michonne not long after your camp fell. The two of you wandered the world side by side, always sticking by one another's side through thick and thin. However, somewhere along those lines, friendship and feelings got blurred together, and all it took was for you to get hurt for her to admit that.

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Era: Prison, season 3.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, mentions of death.

Word count: 1.9k.

A/n: Changed the title because this took an entirely different turn than what I originally wanted. Also, I'm sick at the moment, so my mind isn't really clear, so I apologize if this sucks. However, I hope you like this!

Everything was a blur to you. One minute, you were laughing and checking for weapons in the abandoned prison bus with Michonne. The next minute, you found yourself cowering to avoid the bullets that the Governor and his men were shooting at you, using your own weapon to eliminate the approaching walkers while you made a run for the safety of the cellblocks.

“Shit! Michonne, to your left!” you called out desperately, using your gun to shoot a walker that nearly took a chunk out of your arm.

Michonne used her katana to take out a walker that was heading towards her. Once the threat was taken care of, she turned towards you and extended her hand in your direction. “Come on, we gotta go!”

Grabbing her hand, the two of you made a run for it, evading the undead that wanted to make the two of you their next meals. Michonne had to temporarily let go of your hand to kill an approaching walker, and you took the liberty to shoot back at the men that wanted to murder each and every one of you.

You felt a sharp pain shoot through your side, and you hissed. Michonne, perceptive as ever, looked over at you, concern written all over her beautiful features. You wanted to do nothing more than to cup her cheeks and kiss her frown away, but you knew that would never happen—so you settled for her friendship. It was better to have her as your friend than not have her in your life at all.

“You okay?” Michonne hurriedly asked you, her eyes scanning over your form worriedly.

You nodded and took her hand again, subconsciously longing for the comfort the warmth of her hand brought you. “I'm fine. Let's go!”

What felt like centuries but was in reality only a few seconds, you and Michonne finally reached the gates leading to the cellblocks. Maggie, spotting you and Michonne, hurriedly opened the gates and ushered the two of you inside. Just as the two of you rushed to safet, the Governor and his people retreated, their vehicles rumbling away in the distance.

“What the fuck happened?!” you exclaimed, sharing bewildered looks with Maggie and Michonne. “How can they retaliate this fast?”

“They have the numbers. The Governor told a story to his people and he decided that we'd make the perfect antagonists,” Maggie spat out bitterly. “With people now thinking we're the bad guys, it would make sense for the Governor to play into their fear and convince them to fight.”

Before you could reply, Rick came rushing through the gates. The man you had learned to be named Daryl was hot on his tail, followed closely by the guy you probably hated more than the Governor—Merle Dixon.

Rick, cleverly sensing that you, Michonne and Maggie weren't all too thrilled to see the man who caused you all so much pain and suffering, sent you all a warning but pleading look. “Not now, please. We'll discuss this inside.”

Eyeing the older Dixon with distaste, you scoffed and turned to walk back into the safety of the prison. Michonne followed behind you, not sparing the people she had yet to trust a second glance.

As the two of you walked into the prison, your adrenaline started to wear off. The sting in your side started throbbing painfully, but you chose to ignore it for the time being, not wanting to start a fuss over you when there was more pressing concerns at hand.

And as you walked, you were unaware of the blood seeping through your shirt, the bullet still lodged in your flesh, no exit wound in sight.

“Field's filled with walkers,” Rick Grimes started, walking over to the group that had assembled to form a plan to fight back against the Governor. “I didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch.”

“I could be up in the guard tower. Take out half them walkers and give these guys a chance to fix the fence,” Daryl offered an idea, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place,” Michonne replied, sharing a glance with you.

You nodded at her suggestion, subtly clutching your side as the pain only worsened. “I could do it. Just give me some extra ammo for my gun.”

“No, there's no way you're doing it alone,” Michonne instantly denied. “I'm going with you.”

“No, you need to stay here. You're one of the strongest fighters. It doesn't matter if the walkers get to me. If the Governor comes back—”

“I don't care about that,” Michonne cut you off, shaking her head and sending you a pointed look. “I can't let anything happen to you.”

“Mich—”

“No need to go at each other's throats,” Hershel interrupted, diffusing the situation in a calm voice. “Besides, there's no way we can access the field without burning through our bullets.”

“So we're trapped in here,” Glenn mused unenthusiastically. “There's barely any food or ammo.”

“We've been here before. We'll be alrigh',” Daryl replied, chewing on his thumbnail.

As Glenn countered his words, your head started to spin. Your vision was starting to blur and it felt as if all the life had been drained from you. You stumbled a bit, accidentally bumping into the archer.

Daryl steadied you, sending you a confused frown. “The hell's wrong with ya?”

Michonne looked at you in concern. She placed her hand on your forearm, gently rubbing her thumb over your exposed skin. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You nodded weakly. “Yeah, I'm...” you started but trailed off, unable to speak properly. The world was spinning, and the floor was seemingly starting to disappear around you.

“Y/n?”

Michonne's voice was the last thing you heard before everything started to go black. You fell back, your eyes closing. The last thing you remembered before you fell unconscious was someone catching you, their arms wrapping around you to pick you up.

You felt groggy when you finally woke up again. The pain in your side had somehow increased yet lessened at the same time, and your head was pounding relentlessly. You groaned and tried to sit up, but a voice startled you.

“S'probably not a good idea to do tha' righ' now.”

Looking up, you locked eyes with Daryl. The man was leaning against the open cell door, watching you in intrigue. His eyes closely followed your movements, ensuring that you didn't injure yourself more, a pleading request for him to do so by Michonne.

“Why do you care what happens to me?” you asked in confusion. “If I were to stand up right now and drop dead, why would you care?”

“I dun',” Daryl shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking into the cell. “But yer girlfriend cares, and I promised her I'd make sure ya were okay, and I ain't one fer breakin' promises.”

“She isn't my girlfriend,” you corrected him, eliciting an amused snort from the man.

However, when Daryl saw that you were being serious, he looked surprise. “Damn, the two of ya ain't goin' steady?”

“No,” you confirmed, albeit with a sullen undertone in your voice. “She isn't even in to women.”

“But ya are.”

“Yup,” you confirmed, knowing there was no use in hiding the truth from him. “But Michonne isn't. You have a better chance to get with her than I do.”

“Fer some reason, I highly doubt tha',” Daryl mused, chuckling at your confused expression. “I overheard her tellin' Carol tha' “it wasn't supposed to be like this” and tha' she “should've said somethin' sooner”.”

“That could mean a lot of things. It doesn't mean that she's in to me.”

“If ya say so,” Daryl replied, sending a nod in your direction. “I'll go tell her tha' yer awake.”

“Thanks, Daryl,” you thanked him, receiving another nod in return before the man left the cell.

A few painful, agonizing minutes passed before you could hear shuffling outside the makeshift medical cell. You looked up just in time to see Michonne rushing in, a relieved expression on her face.

You opened your mouth to talk, but you were cut off. Michonne dropped to her knees beside the bed and gently grabbed your face in her hands, firmly pressing her lips against yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise for a moment, completely caught off guard, but you soon closed your eyes and felt yourself melting into the kiss. The kiss ended way too quickly for your liking, Michonne being the one to pull back first.

Michonne looked deeply into your eyes, worry and relief fighting for dominance in her beautiful irises. You brought your hand up the her face, softly rubbing her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.

“Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?” you asked her in a whisper.

Michonne shook her head, willing the tears in her eyes to go away. “Just in case something else happens that takes you away from me,” she explained. “I needed you to know how I felt, even if I'm fucking pissed at you.”

You frowned in confusion. “Wait, why?”

“Because you kept that bullet wound a secret and you almost died!” she exclaimed in exasperation. “How long have you had this?”

“A bullet wound?” you questioned, shaking your head in realization. “That's what that pain was. One of the Governor's asshole groupies shot me.”

“Yeah, and you told me you were fine, you bitch,” she replied, wiping the tears that formed in her eyes away. “Don't ever hide something like that from me again. I can't lose you too.”

“Wait,” you started, finally grasping what had happened. “You kissed me. Holy shit, you kissed me! You like me!”

Michonne laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I do. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I was scared I was gonna ruin our friendship.”

“I didn't even know you liked women. I thought you liked guys,” you responded, surprise evident in your tone.

“You do know it's possible for someone to like men and women, right?”

“I wouldn't know. I've only ever liked girls.”

Michonne chuckled, before lowering her head to rest against your hand that layed flat on the bed. “Please don't leave. I wouldn't survive if I lost you too.”

You smiled at her, the atmosphere between the two of you making a permanent shift. “I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“I guess I could live with that,” she smiled, before lifting her head and leaning in for another kiss, one that you instantly reciprocated.

As you melted into the kiss, even though your side was killing you, you had to admit to yourself, you have never felt more at ease than at that moment. And you guessed you probably should tell Daryl he was right, but that was a discussion for another day. At that moment, all you wanted to do was melt into Michonne's arms.

You were content for the first time in a long time, and it was all because of her.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

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Hii, could you mabye write one with Michonne where she found you in some abonded store? Where you're kind of hiding yourself with the corpses? If not thwt's fine :)

you’re okay || michonne x fem!reader

warnings: angst if u squint

a/n: thank you so much for your request, anon! i hope you, and everyone else enjoys :D !! 🫶🏻

“Michonne, you go look through that store, i’ll take this one.” Rick instructed, pointing over to the store across the street. he then pointed to the one he’d be going into.

she nodded and reached behind her to take her katana off of her back, and held it in front of her as she started to make her way towards the store. there was one walker stumbling across the lot. when it noticed her and started to slowly walk over to her, Michonne effortlessly used her katana to slice his head off.

when he fell to the ground, she realized there were practically piles of dead walkers surrounding her. someone else was here. with that new knowledge, she was more careful when she walked into the store, keeping her katana at the ready.

the store was quiet, the only sounds you could hear were the buzzing flies that swarmed walkers and Michonne’s soft breathing. she began to walk around the store, taking anything that might be useful for Hilltop or Alexandria.

the walkie in her pocket began to release static sounds, and then Rick’s voice came through. “have you found anything?” Michonne reached for it and held it up to her lips, “a few scraps of food. still looking. you?”

“nothing yet. i’ll let you-“ Michonne suddenly heard shuffling somewhere near her, and she took her attention away from Rick. she debated on telling him what she heard, but instead chose to deal with it on her own. “okay. just let me know.” she said into the walkie, putting it back in her pocket.

she rose her katana in her hands and began to walk towards the room where she heard the noise. when she finally walked all the way into the room, a girl sat in the corner of it. she was covered in blood, and surrounded by more piles of walkers. she put her hands up the sight of the katana. her hands were shaking.

“please- don’t hurt me!” she cried out. “i-i promise i was just hiding. please… don’t hurt me.” Michonne looked at her with furrowed eyebrows for a few seconds, and then put the katana down. she then slowly kneeled down on the ground. Michonne reached out her hand, “you’re okay. i won’t hurt you… i promise.” the girl was hesitant in taking her hand, but she did anyways and allowed Michonne to pull her away from the walkers.

now that she was standing, Michonne could see that she covered in blood entirely, from her face down to her legs. the girl couldn’t have been any older than Michonne. “did you take out all of those? even the ones outside?” Michonne asked her, and she nodded. “yeah… but then there was too many to handle and i ran in here and tried to hide, but there was even more. so then i killed them too and hid behind them so they wouldn’t smell me.”

the girl kept shifting her eyes on Michonne and then to the ground. but Michonne couldn’t stop looking at her. “what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” she told her, and Michonne nodded. “Michonne. are you alone?” Y/N nodded, ��always have been out here. are you?”

“no, my partner is out looking in the store across the street. but don’t worry, okay? i’m sure he’ll let me take you back our home.” Michonne was not the type to let a stranger come back with her like this, but Y/N… she was different. and she needed help. well, Michonne wanted to help.

“home? you have a home?” Y/N was almost in disbelief. “we do. and i can get you cleaned up, only if you want. you don’t have to come back with us.” Y/N stared at the ground as she contemplated. “how- how can i trust you?” she then asked.

“i know that i can’t prove it right now, but if you come with us, you’ll see. we have many others living with us.” Michonne told her. Y/N thought again, and then nodded after a few seconds. “okay… i’ll go with you.”

Michonne pulled out her walkie. “hey, Rick. i found something. you may want to come here.”

after another long intervention with Rick, Y/N was finally at Hilltop with him and Michonne. she had never seen a place like this before. she got out of the car and Michonne was already by her side. “i’ll get you inside and help you clean up, and i’ll give you some clothes as well.”

Michonne led her inside the huge building and took her upstairs, and into another room. she instructed Y/N to sit on the bed as she grabbed the supplies she needed. “this place is huge. and really nice.” Y/N told her. “it is. hopefully you’ll stay with us. you’ll be safe here.”

Y/N let out a laugh and Michonne couldn’t lie that it was such a pretty sound. “i think i’ll definitely stay here.”

Michonne took a wipe and began to gently wipe it across Y/N’s skin. “i could also do this myself, you know.” Y/N smiled, biting her lip as well. it took strength for Michonne to stop looking down at her lips. “i know,” she hummed, continuing to wipe off the blood.

once she was done, she walked over to her closet and started to dig through the clothes she had. she pulled out a shirt and jeans, and walked back over to Y/N. “here’s some clean clothes, i’ll be back after you’re done changing.” Y/N took the clothes and Michonne walked out as she began to change out of her bloody ones and into the clean ones.

Michonne walked back in a few minutes later and she took the clothes in her hands. “i can have someone wash these and they’ll be clean by tomorrow.” Y/N smiled and nodded, “wow. um… thank you, Michonne. seriously.”

“it’s no problem, really. you’re better here than out there.”

she noticed Y/N hesitate in her movements. Y/N began to lean forward, but pushed herself back. then after a few more seconds, she leaned forward again and pressed her lips to Michonne’s cheek.

Michonne’s face burned, and then Y/N pulled away. both of them couldn’t help but smile at the other and nervously look down at the ground.

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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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The Walking Dead: The Law Master List

Rick Grimes

Bullet (09/21/23)

Kinktober Series- Day Seven (10/07/23)

Christmas Stories- Day Twenty-Four (12/24/23)

Kinktober Series- Day Three (10/03/24)

Chirstmas Series- Day Ten (12/10/24)

Michonne

Chirstmas Series- Day Eighteen (12/18/24)

Carol Peletier

Daryl Dixon

Kinktober Series- Day Five (10/05/23)

Holy Innocence (11/16/23)

Christmas Stories- Day Eighteen (12/18/23)

Kinktober Series- Day Eighteen (10/18/24)

Christmas Series- Day Twelve (12/12/24)

The Brutes (Rick x Reader x Daryl)

The Divine Truth (Coming Soon)

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Enid Rhee

Rosita Espinosa

Michonne Hawthorne

Maggie Rhee

Beth Greene

Carl Grimes

Yumiko Okumura

Magna

Connie

Kelly

Enid Rhee: Who’s She?

Enid Rhee: The Lunaverse

Enid Rhee: Negan’s Daughter

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enid-rhees masterlist

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The Walking Dead 

Enid Rhee

Dating Enid Rhee HCS

Short Story 

Injured 

Secrets Out

Accidental Confessions 

Caught 

Enemies 

Complicated 

A Few Bruises 

Barely Made It

It Wasn’t Me!

Glimpse of Happiness

Realizations 

Sneaking Out

Not Together 

I Never Forgot You

Family Part 2

Who’s She?

Affectionate 

Enemies to Lovers HCS

Dom!Enid HCS - 🔞

Double Trouble

 Sex Pollen  - 🔞

Blocked By a Walker  - 🔞

Angry Sex - 🔞

Comfort

So Perfect - 🔞

Enid Rhee Dating Fem!Reader with ADHD HCS

Period - 🔞

Tara Teases Enid and Reader - 🔞

Begging - 🔞

Staring  - 🔞

Jealousy - 🔞

Strap-On - 🔞

Morning Sex - 🔞

Carl Doesn’t Know How to Knock - 🔞

Can’t Stay Quiet - 🔞

Public Sex - 🔞

Seven Minutes in Heaven - 🔞

Getting High with Enid Rhee HCS 

Naps

Let Everyone Hear - 🔞

Never Grow Up

Bulletproof Love

Catch It!

Dom!Reader - 🔞

Awful Liar - 🔞

Makeover

The Line-Up

First Time - 🔞

Morning Surprise - 🔞

High School Crush  Part 2

Non-Apocalyptic Blurb

Sex Toys - 🔞

Break Up

Make Up (pt. 2 to ‘Break Up’) 

Enid Rhee Dating Fem!Reader with Anxiety HCS

Enid Rhee Dating Fem!Reader with Depression HCS

Enid Rhee Dating Girly!Reader HCS

Cute Barista 

Panic Attacks

Happy Birthday

Sleepovers 

Just Survive Somehow 

Tease - 🔞

Chased

Haircut 

nsfw blurb - 🔞

How Enid and Reader Take Care of Each Other When They’re Sick HCS

 Rosita Espinosa 

Eyes Up Here 

Dating Rosita Espinosa HCS

Always Be Here

So Proud of You

Morning Sex - 🔞

Teach Me - 🔞

Scissoring - 🔞

Useless

Angry Sex - 🔞

Rosita Dating Fem!Reader with ADHD HCS

Lovers From The Past

Daughter

Tara Chambler *no longer writing for*

You’re Alive? 

Dating Tara Chambler HCS

Because I Love You

Michonne Hawthorne

Lessons 

Dating Michonne Hawthorne HCS

Maggie Rhee

Babysitting 

For You

Massage - 🔞

Beth Greene

Quarantined 

Carl Grimes (platonic only!)

Carl Grimes Being Friends with Reader with ADHD HCS

[enid-rhees]

Greetings and salutations! How are you, dear? I hope you're getting through with your depression! It truly is a horrible thing but I have faith that you'll overcome it. I too, can relate with having ADHD and depression and it's such a negative factor on my life.

If I could borrow a minute of your time, I was hoping that I could ask for a fic about Michionne paired with a Female Reader?

In this request, Michionne is having a really bad day and her girlfriend, Reader, is trying to cheer her up. She makes many foiled attempted at trying to get Michionne to even crack a smile, so as a result, she relies on one last idea: pretending to be drunk.

Reader feigns intoxication and to her surprise, Michionne revels in watching her girlfriend behave drunkenly towards others and her. In the end, the two lie in bed and cuddle, reminiscing about situations that put their group in danger.

Cheers love! I hope you overcome your depression!

cheer up! || michonne x fem!reader

warnings: angst if u squint

a/n: tysm for your request, anon! and thank you so much for your kind words :] they mean a lot! hope you’re doing well <3

Michonne was having a bad day. everyone could see it on her face.

you tried everything you could from the moment you noticed how upset she was. whatever you did, her straight face never turned upwards. you didn’t know what to do.

you attempted everything. making jokes about people in the group, poking her sides, kissing her neck (that usually tickled her, so she would always laugh) but nothing was working.

it upset you that you couldn’t help her cheer up. you didn’t know what she needed, and you just wanted her to be happy and laughing again.

“baaaaby,” you dragged out, pouting up at her. you grabbed her cheeks and squished them together. when you let go of her, her lips still stayed in a straight line. you huffed and turned your head away, trying to think of what else you could do.

you stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter and watched her from afar. Michonne just sat on the couch in complete silence, staring down at her hands, and occasionally looking over at the wall.

what else made Michonne laugh? or smile? these questions swarmed your head, you knew there had to be something. you weren’t going to let Michonne be upset all day long.

suddenly, it felt like a light bulb flickered on above your head. there was one thing that made Michonne laugh no matter what, and it cracked her up beyond belief.

when you’re drunk.

you could easily admit that you were a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and you could get drunk off of 3 drinks. Michonne has told you the many horror stories of what you have done while drunk, things that you still can’t remember happening. but one thing you could remember, how hard she would laugh when you were in your drunken state.

there was no alcohol in the house at the moment, which stumped you a bit. but then decided you could just fake it. in hopes that you would finally get Michonne to smile.

Michonne stood up from the couch and began to walk towards you room. you walked over to her, and then processed to stumble into her arms and putting all your weight on her. “wha- Y/N?! what the hell?” she lifted you up, but you fell into her once more. “Michonneeee!” you shouted in a drunken voice, just like how you would when you were actually drunk.

a small laugh elicited from Michonne. it was working. you let out a giggle and held onto her face. “you’re so pretty. do you have a girlfriend?”

“you-“ Michonne huffed and laughed. you broke out into a huge smile, trying to keep up your act. “yes, i have a girlfriend.” Michonne finished, unable to hide her smile now. “yeah? what is she like?”

“annoying.” Michonne emphasized, and you knew she was joking. she knew what you were doing all together. “really? wow, sounds like you gotta keep her forever.”

“stop!” Michonne laughed, unable to hold it any longer. “it worked!” you shouted, ending your whole act. “i got you to smile and laugh! that’s all i needed!” Michonne pouted and you laughed, holding her face in your hands. “i couldn’t have you be upset all day. i needed to cheer you up.” you explained softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “and i know how much you find it funny when i’m drunk. that was my last solution.”

“to fake being drunk?” Michonne asked, and you nodded. “yep.” she sighed and shook her head. “you are so…” she trailed off. “so…?” you continued, a smug smile your face. “silly. you’re silly.” she deadpanned.

“at least i made you smile.” you shrugged. you began to pull her towards your bedroom and fell back on your bed. Michonne got into bed with you, fitting herself right next to you. she hung her arm over your stomach and laid her head on your chest.

“remember when i fell in the dirt hole with the one-arm walker?” you suddenly asked, and Michonne bursted out laughing. you couldn’t help but smile, you actually made her feel a bit better. “oh my god, how can i forget? i was crying hysterically.”

it was your turn to laugh. “you were! i don’t know why you were so scared, he had one arm! he couldn’t do shit to me.” you said between laughs. both of you couldn’t stop laughing, trying to take breaths in between. “we had just started dating.” Michonne reminded you. “i was terrified of something happening to you.”

“i killed him instantly, i was just stuck in the hole.” you said, and Michonne laughed harder. “how did we even get you out?”

“Rick had to run all the way fucking back to Alexandria for a ladder. i was stuck in there for an hour and you just sat at the edge literally panicking the entire time.” Michonne hid her face in your neck while both of you continued to laugh.

you looked down at her, unable to control the lovesick smile on your face. “are you feeling better?” you asked softly. Michonne nodded and kissed the area of your neck that was in front of her lips. “good, and you know you can talk to me when you’re feeling down? you don’t have to, but if you ever need to talk. i’m here.”

“thank you.” Michonne whispered. you pressed a long kiss to her head. “i love you, Michonne.” she snuggled deeper into your touch and you wrapped your arms around her tightly. “i love you too.”

[enid-rhees]

Michonne Hawthorne Dating HCS (Fem!Reader)

A/N: continuing the dating hcs! up next is Maggie :)! reminder that requests are open! if you want to request, just read pinned!

warnings: nsfw mentions (minors dni with this account)

now

Michonne DOES NOT play around when it comes to you

your safety, happiness, health etc is everything to her

she’s really protective over you

you’re the only other person that’s allowed to use her katana

she used to teach you for hours how to use it properly

you guys are such an unstoppable couple though

like absolutely nothing can get in ur way when ur together

tbh you guys kinda intimidate other people just by standing there

she will not hesitate to hurt anyone who hurts u and that is a promise

and vice versa

you two wear each other’s accessories at all times

i also just need to say that you guys are literally just the hottest couple ever

badass killer gfs is the best thing ever like cmon

nothing compares to the make out sessions u guys have and i mean NOTHING

she will pin you to the bed, grip your thighs, waist

something she likes to do and wrap your legs around her waist and keep you there like that

i’m so in love w Michonne give me a minute

Michonne does the thing where she pulls you behind her if there’s a threat

^^^ would take a bullet for you with no hesitation

you honestly don’t know how Michonne is ur gf like

she’s YOUR girlfriend

and she’s a literal goddess you just can’t wrap your head around the fact that she chose you

she loves you so bad

would do absolutely anything for you in a heartbeat

will (and has) go on a run that she knows would take hours to find the thing you mentioned that you liked once

since you and Michonne are both very important people to Alexandria and Hilltop, it can be hard having alone time together

but when u finally have a rare day off

Michonne takes full advantage of it

it always starts off with morning sex

and then she LOVESSS to cook with you in the morning, it’s basically a requirement

sometimes she prefers to stay in bed all day and sometimes she wants to go out and walk around with you

she gets upset that it’s not possible to take you to a fancy restaurant so she tries her best to make u the best dinner ever

spoiler it’s the best dinner ever and always is

Michonne just spoils you

you’re the love of her life and will do anything in her power to make you the happiest girl ever

so in conclusion

Michonne >>>>

i fucking love Michonne guys

[enid-rhees]

lessons | michonne hawthorne x fem!reader

summary: your longtime crush Michonne decides to teach you how to correctly use her katana. you can’t help but get nervous whenever she’s close to you.

warnings: kinda suggestive? not sure but there’s a LOT of tension.

A/N: my first Michonne story! reminder that requests for her and everyone in my pinned are OPEN! just read rules before requesting 🫶🏻

the sun was blistering hot. summers in Alexandria had to be on your list of top ten least favorite things. sweat dripped down your face as you aimed your handgun at the makeshift target.

you closed one eye, keeping your hand steady as you tried to keep it on the the target. you shot the gun, watching the bullet go through the head of the target. you smiled proudly at yourself.

“practicing again?” a voice said from behind you. you automatically recognized that voice, how could you not? you turned around, eyes landing on Michonne.

Michonne, possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met. the girl that completely stole your heart a year ago. she doesn’t know that though, and she shouldn’t. she can’t.

if it was possible, your face burned even more just at the sight of her. you looked down, a small chuckle escaping your lips, “yeah. just thought i could use a bit of it.”

she shook her head, “i don’t think you do. you’re really good with a gun.” the compliment almost made you weak the knees.

the effect Michonne had on you was embarrassing almost. no one was ever able make you feel the way Michonne did. it was a feeling you couldn’t describe.

you shrugged, trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “but,” Michonne dragged out, a hint of mischief in her voice. “i could teach you how to use my sword.” she smiled.

“you’re joking.” you said. “that’s like- your prized possession. you’re really gonna let me use it?” you questioned, laughing.

“you’re an exception.” she said casually, pulling the sword off her back. she walked closer to you, grabbing your hand and taking you over to one of the targets. your hand burned under her touched and you prayed she wouldn’t notice.

“stand here.” she instructed, pointing to the ground. you stood where she pointed, looking at her for the next instruction. Michonne placed the sword in your hands as she stood behind you now.

she placed her hands on yours when you positioned the sword. your hands went stiff under her touch. her body was pressed right against yours, and the heat wasn’t making the situation any better.

“hold it like this.” she said softly, controlling your hands to put it in the correct position. you found yourself breathing slightly harder than before. your heart was racing.

once it was in the correct position, she spoke again. “swing,” you swung the sword across the target, the wooden head slicing off with ease. you smiled in disbelief and turned back to her, she mirrored your smile. “you did it!” she exclaimed. “and you did so good,”

your throat felt tight. why the hell was she doing this to you?

“one more time.” she said, clapping her hands lightly. she stood behind you once more, helping you reposition the sword. “stand like this,” she mumbled, placing her hands on your waist. you inhaled sharply at the contact.

Michonne stopped her movements. she peered her head over your shoulder, “you’re nervous.” she commented. you looked down, avoiding her eyes.

she moved from her spot behind her, now standing in front of you so you couldn’t avoid her. “why are you nervous?” she questioned you.

you looked up at her but didn’t respond. your words hesitated, your mouth opening but no words coming out.

one glance at her lips gave it all away, but you couldn’t help yourself. she took another step closer to you. “because of you.” you whispered with the small amount of boldness you had.

she didn’t say anything. for a moment, you were sure you fucked up by saying that. the thought was pushed away when Michonne suddenly captured your lips in hers.

the katana fell out of your hands as they wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer to you. the heat was no longer a problem, all you could focus on was the way her lips felt on yours.

she pulled away first, but she still kept a grip on your waist to hold you against her. you smiled, “can you teach me again?”

[enid-rhees]

welcome to enid-rhees !

about me !

i just go by T on here! for privacy reasons

they/she prns!

i’m 19 !

i am a lesbian

my fav show is TWD (if you couldn’t tell)

Enid is my favorite character (also if you couldn’t tell)

you will be blocked immediately if you are a minor and follow me. it’s stated clearly in my bio for minors to NOT INTERACT with this account.

who i write for

The Walking Dead | Masterlist

Enid Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Beth Greene

Michonne Hawthorne/Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Yumiko Okumura

Magna

Kelly

Connie

T@gged | Masterlist

Elisia Brown

Bottoms | Masterlist

Hazel Callahan

rules

fem!reader only!

so far i only write for the people i’ve written above

i don’t write for the TWD men unless it’s platonic

nothing that has to do w/ non consensual themes. it’s an automatic no.

will write fluff, angst, and smut !

no hard kinks or stuff like that, i am not experienced with that LMAO

no mommy/daddy kink. i am personally not comfortable with it.

no cheating! (writing character or reader cheating on each other)

due to the nsfw content i may write, minors DO NOT interact with this account.

i think that clears up everything about me and this account! even if you don’t have requests, you are 100% allowed to come into my asks and talk about anything (shows, musics, movies etc etc) this is a safe space for everyone.

[enid-rhees]

Michonne Hawthorne Masterlist

♡ = smut . ☆ = angst .

Lessons

Dating Michonne Hawthorne HCS

you’re okay

cheer up!

[enid-rhees]

if anyone has Kelly or Michonne requests do not hesitate to send them in 🥰 i would love love love to write more stories for them but i am stuck on thinking of a plot

please read rules before requesting!

[dixons-sunshine]

⋆✮⋆ You can just call me Krys.

⋆✮⋆ I’m a woman, and I go by she/her pronouns, although I don’t mind she/they!

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⋆✮⋆ Daryl Dixon’s sunshine (confirmed).

⋆✮⋆ Steve Harrington’s princess (also confirmed).

⋆✮⋆ Richonner for life.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝:

↬Daryl Dixon

↬Rick Grimes

↬Michonne Hawthorne

↬Rosita Espinosa

↬Glenn Rhee

↬Carol Peletier

↬Negan Smith.

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

↬Scud Frohmeyer

↬Murphy Macmanus

↬Vincent Bauer

↬Van (Floating 1997)

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:

↬Steve Harrington

⋆✮⋆ I always try my absolute best to keep appearances regarding the reader neutral so that everyone can enjoy my stories. However, if I slip up, I apologize!

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

25 𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠

Happy Holidays friends! Here's another monthly challenge! I'm super stoked to be making Christmas content for you all! This challenge was inspired by this post, so show her some love, because without her, there would be no ficmas! So, I hope you're ready for some kisses in the snow by your favorite characters! ☆

1. Ornaments — Maggie Greene

2. Getting the Tree — Murphy MacManus

3. Decorating the Tree — Aaron Hotchner

4. Lending the Other Their Coat — Penelope Garcia

5. Going Ice Skating — Spencer Reid

6. Gingerbread House — Dean Winchester

7. Mistletoe Kiss — Emily Prentiss

8. Christmas Songs — Daryl Dixon

9. Cuddling when it's cold — Bucky Barnes

10. Christmas Lights — Tom!Peter Parker

11. Christmas Party — Spencer Reid

12. Christmas Movies — Aaron Hotchner

13. Kissing in the Snow — Daryl Dixon

14. Christmas Shopping — Bucky Barnes

15. Playing in the Snow — Rick Grimes

16. Christmas Socks — Daryl Dixon

17. Sledding — Wanda Maximoff

18. Baking — Sam Winchester

19. Wrapping Gifts — Rosita Espinosa

20. Sleigh Ride — Pre-Apocalypse!Glenn Rhee

21. Hot Chocolate — Spencer Reid

22. Snowed In — Emily Prentiss

23. Christmas Sweaters — Michonne Hawthorne

24. Christmas Eve — Wanda Maximoff

25. Proposing on Christmas — Daryl Dixon

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓚𝑇𝓞ℬ𝓔ℛ ℳ𝓐𝓢𝑇𝓔ℛℒ𝓘𝓢𝑇 2022

Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification