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ajbwasntwriting · 4 years ago

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Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 13. Flames

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Soon the camp was left near barren. The saviours had made up more than half the work force and as far as it seemed you were the only one left. You spotted Daryl sitting in front of a white tent eating an apple. You bee-lined past Eugene and Rick to him, sitting on the chair just opposite from him.

“Hey” Daryl greeted you warmly. You just smiled at him then went back to staring in the middle ground, leaned down in the chair and your arms crossed. You sat there in peeved silence for a moment, just not wanting to be alone right now. “Heard the yelling match you had-”

“Don’t” You said, closing your eyes and shaking your head in annoyance. “I feel stupid enough as is.”

A hand landed on your knee and Daryl’s gruff voice said “You ain’t stupid, Darlin’”

That made you smile whether you liked it or not. You looked at him through the side of your eye, leaning forward and looking at you with so much love. “Darlin’, huh?” you commented on the new pet name. You uncrossed your arms and took his hand in yours, ignoring how sticky it felt from the apple he was eating. “I could get used to that.”

“Anything I can do for you? You name it, I’ll make it happen.” Daryl said.

“Just sit with me a while.” You droned, clearly exhausted. “Before you gotta up and go again.”

“‘Course” he reassured you, kissing your knuckles. You detached your hands so he could finish his apple and you were happy to sit with him. The noise of the camp was gone and there wasn’t anything you could do, but with Daryl you always felt at ease. Though something seemed off about him. A kind of anger was boiling under your skin. Maybe he was pissed the Saviours up and left too.

Jerry arrived back on horse and was talking to Rick. You didn’t bother yourself with it but Daryl’s interest seemed to be piqued. Especially when he walked by talking rapidly into a walkie talkie. You tuned into the conversation out of curiosity.

“I need you to get an urgent message to Alexandria… If Maggie Rhee shows up, delay her at the gate and alert Michonne right away. Do not... repeat… do not let her in without an escort. Over”

“What’s happening?” You asked Daryl. He didn’t look at you as he stood up. You stood up after him and walked behind

“And, Maggie, if you're listening… let's talk.” Rick tucked the walkie back into his belt.

“Hey. What’s goin’ on?” Daryl asked as he approached.

“Maggie's headed to Alexandria.” Rick explained.

“Is that bad?” You asked.

“She's about do something she might regret.” Rick explained further, grabbing the horse.

“Hop on. I'll take you.” Daryl said.

“You sure? We got enough fuel?” Rick asked, already moving to Daryl’s bike

“Yeah. We’ll get there quicker.” Daryl said, climbing onto the bike. “I’ll be back soon, Darlin’” he called to you.

“Better be in one piece” you shot back.

“I’ll make sure of it, Y/N!” Rick replied. You watched as they took off down the road, leaving you in a crumbling camp.

You wandered around the camp, finding the Alexandrians had left too and what was left of hill top and oceanside were scattered with talk of leaving. You eventually came upon Carol. She was packing up with a group you recognised as the kingdom's people. “You leaving too?” You called, grabbing her attention. You settled onto the heel of your feet and placed your hands into the back pockets of your hips, watching as she asked a nearby man to finish packing up the crate.

“This place is bust, Y/N” She said, walking towards you. “I know you tried earlier but-”

“Yeah” you hissed through your teeth. “I get it.” She looked away, seemingly embarrassed. “You're going back to the kingdom I see.”

“There’s room on the wagon if you want” Carol offered, seemingly remorseful.

“No.” You replied “I told Sanctuary I’d be back.”

Carol shook her head in disbelief then chuckled as she threw her head to the sky then back to you. “I don’t get it. You hated it there!” She expressed while you nodded along in agreement. “But you wanna go back?”

‘I was trying to cover my ass but now everyone who knows me is dead’ you thought. Though that wouldn’t fly. Your childhood made you an adept liar though. ‘No granny those aren’t vomit stains on the carpet I just spilled my porridge. Yes, I eat porridge now.’

“I was scared. And lonely. But in time it got less so.” you explained, not breaking eye-contact. “I don’t know the Saviours you knew, but the ones I know appreciate my work. And they’ve got nothing. I had nothing and Daryl came to me, gave me a shot. I wanna extend that to them.”

“We won’t help,” Carol said. “Too many people were hurt.”

“Well if you’re gonna turn away starving children and hard working people,” You retorted. “We’ll go elsewhere.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” Carol chuckled.

“Right back at ya,” you turned to leave and pack your things when Carol called you. She came up to you and offered you a revolver and a belt holster.

“You’ll need it,” she said. You took the belt and weapon.

“Thanks, Carol.” You said. She pulled you into a hug that you returned with gusto then parted so you could pack your things.

You didn’t have much, mainly your knife and the clothing on your back but Enid had forgotten some valuable supplies in the infirmary. Between that, the change of clothes you had and a couple apples you had hidden away in your tent for later, your bag was bare.

You were about to set out and start dismantling one of the tents to bring back when you heard bullets fly. You immediately got low to the floor and pulled out your gun, checking if it was loaded.

The rounds sounded too rapid to be one sided. You walked out the back of the tent and noticed the shoot out. It was a small group of saviours going after Carol’s group. You took a deep breath and ran out of the tent and behind a nearby tree, then peered out the side and took two quick shots at the group. You managed to hit one and the larger group was now caught off guard. In the time it took you to unload the barrel you downed another two and the fire fight had ended with Carol’s group victorious and a number of the Saviours running back into the woods. They disappeared as quickly as they appeared. You ran over to Carol’s group.

“Is everyone alright?” You asked.

“They got Fred!” one of the hilltoppers yelled. You looked at the armoured body and knew in an instant he was gone from the axe wound alone.

“You gotta come with us,” Carol said to you. “The shots would’ve attracted the herd.”

“Alexandria’s the safest bet with the way that herd is moving” Jerry put in.

“Alexandria it is then,” you agreed, helping load up now. The tents were abandoned. Someone from Oceanside radioed that the camp wasn’t safe but no one checked for a response. Everything was loaded up and the carriages were moved.

Off in Alexandria, in someone else’s world. Maggie entered the dark basement cell. Her face was illuminated by what little light creeped between the shutters. Negan chuckled.

“Aw, she just gave up the keys, huh?” He jested “It's a shame. She got the blade, but you...You got the fire. My money was on you.”

Maggie looked into his cell. He sat on his bed, shrouded in darkness. “So you remember me.” She spoke into the darkness”

“'Course I do.” Negan Replied “It's why I thought you were gonna win.”

“Good.” Maggie swallowed hard, emboldening her resolve. This was it, she was going to give this monster what he deserved. “Get on your knees.”

“You know, I remember you screamin' in that clearing.” Negan muled aloud, standing up and walking closer to the bars yet not completely out of the darkness “I remember how much I broke you breakin' open your husband's head like I did.”

“Glenn.” Maggie snapped “His name was Glenn.”

“So now what? You finally come for…” Negan paused for intentional dramatic effect “revenge?”

“Justice.”

“Damn.” Negan gasped “Thought you'd do this a hell of a lot sooner. It take you this long to work up your nerve?

“I was always gonna settle this,” Maggie retorted, her voice growing in volume “what you did to my husband. Get on your knees.”

“What I did to him?” Negan pressed “You mean how I cracked open his skull and popped out his goddamn eyeball? How I bashed his big, beautiful brains into the ground over and over while you and his little friends watched? Is that what you mean?

“Ah, I used to say that I didn't enjoy killin'.” Negan sighed with satisfaction “That was a lie. Your old man… Christ, I forgot his name again. But he was different. Killin' him the way I did, ooh, now, that was fun.”

Maggie pressed the key into the lock, the teeth rolling over the internal mechanisms echoing in the dark cell. Negan took to his knees, as had been requested of him.

“Get to it. Have your justice. Kill me. It was worth it.”

“Lemme see you in the light.” Maggie demanded.

“Come on.” Negan beckoned her on “Kill me.” She turned the key, the lock clicking loudly. “You not have it in you?” Negan teased “Don't you punk out like Rick.”

“Come into the light.” Maggie demanded again.

“Kill me. This is what you came here for!” Negan demanded, his tone becoming desperate “You kill me!”

“Move into the light.” Maggie spook through her teeth, peeved.

“Kill me.” Negan’s head went down and he began to cry. Maggie finally lost her patience, pulling the door open and tearing Negan from his cell and into what little light there was in the room.

“Please. Please.” Negan began to beg. He was disheveled and cowering on the floor in a useless pile. “Please kill me.

“Why?” Maggie asked

“You have to. Just do it.”

“You tell me why!” Maggie began to yell at him “Tell me! Why should I?!”

“So I can be with my family!” Negan cried out “So I can be with Lucille! And with my Y/N!” Negan sobbed silently.

“I should be dead.” He began to ramble “I have to be dead. And it's supposed to be you. It has to be you, because I can't do it. I can't do it. I've tried. I can't. I can't be like this. Please, please don't make me stay like this. It's... Settle it.” He was so distraught every other word he was gasping for air. “Settle me. Kill me. Please.”

“Get back in your cell.” Maggie ordered

“No.” Negan protested from the floor where he lay “No. No. No.” He sobbed “Why?”

“I came to kill Negan,” Maggie said “and you're already worse than dead. That settles it.” Negan hid his face as he sobbed “Go.” she ordered.

He knew better than to argue with her, especially how she pulled him out of the cell without breaking a sweat. “It wasn't supposed to be like this.” He protested weakly, “It wasn't supposed to be like this.”

With that Maggie locked the gate and left the cell, content that her husband’s murderer was suffering.

“What the hell was that?” One of the kingdom’s people said when they were far enough away, clearly talking to you. In their eyes you were the last saviour. They strode up behind you.

“I don’t know” You muttered, pulling one of the horses along the road

You were walking as fast as you can, basically dragging the horses and carriages and this man wanted to fight. “What do you mean you don’t know!”

“I don’t know!” You yelled back, continuing to move. “People do stupid shit when they’re scared!”

“They killed Fred!”

“We killed them!” You finally let go of the horse and turned around to face the man. “And you’ve been killing them for a long time!”

“You don’t know what they-”

“The war?” You cut him off “I know that there is a factory full of people who are starving, working their ass off to get you ethanol, and have no protection.” You were too caught in the moment to notice the wagon train had stopped moving and too angry to hear Jerry and Carol calling to you “Not fighters! Workers! People who didn’t get a chance to defend themselve in your precious fucking war and are paying the price for it!”

Horses trotted up to meet you halfway in the road. You recognised Maggie, Eugene, Tara, and Michone and a few others. Daryl rode up from the back of the group on his bike.

“What happened?” Maggie rode up to the group and asked Carol.

“Saviours jumped us. Ended up shooting each other.” Carol explained. “The gun fire could’ve attracted the herd so we left.”

“Where’s Rick?” Daryl asked.

“He’s not with you?” You shot back.

“What if he headed back to the camp?” Beatrice, a girl from Oceanside, pitched. You could feel the panic set in the group. Daryl disembarked from his bike.

“I know a shortcut. Come on!” He lead the way into the forest. You and a large group instantly took off on foot, following him closely. Within minutes you were back at the bridge to a horrifying sight.

Countless walkers were crossing the bridge. The herd was so thick no sunlight was travelling through and standing at the end of the bridge, with all those walkers heading right towards him, was Rick. Daryl already had his bow out and was picking off the walkers that got too close to his friend.

“What is he doing?!” Maggie yelled.

“He's hurt!” Michone cried. You noticed his clothes were soaked in blood

“That herd that went right through Hilltop.” Daryl gasped “He's trying to bring down the bridge.”

In the next instant Michone had her sword out and was running towards the herd. You called after her and ran after her.

“We turn them around. Fight 'em back.” Maggie followed close behind you

“Fire your guns.” Carol ordered “Try to divert them.

Michone called to Rick as you all ran to the herd, but a moment later the herd caught in flames. Michone stumbled back as the orange heat climbed above your heads. She stood there a moment, shocked into place. You looked through the flames and felt yourself thrown back into your army days.

Rubble and sand were all around you. The air was heavy with debris. It was you, five other servicemen and countless civilians trapped into a crumbling building while bullets flew outside. Children were crying and parents could do nothing to calm them. There was a moment of calm. A moment to get the group through a gap in the rock fall near the back of the building. You got them through while the others lay down ground fire, keeping the enemy at bay. You pulled yourself through the hole after the last of the civilians made it out and went about helping your fellow soldier. They were nearly clear when an explosion went off in the building and you were both sent backwards. You could feel the heat from the explosion on your face, but your ally could feel their life seeping out of their lost leg. He screamed out in complete agony.

The same way Michone screamed out. When you felt yourself come back you noticed Maggie and Carol were holding her back and you had fallen to the ground.

“Y/N!” Tara yelled to you, pulling the rest of you into the present “We have to go!” You nodded rapidly and pulled yourself to your feet. You all retreated back a ways so the herd wouldn’t come to you right away.

“I need to find him,” Michone sobbed. “I need to help him.”

The smoke was rising above them in thick clouds. The radio was going crazy with people who were seeing the smoke.

“What was that?”

“Was that the bridge?”

One of the people with you got on the radio. “Rick!” he called breathlessly “He blew it to stop the herd!”

Everyone around you was in shock and crying horribly. These people had followed Rick, and now they seemed lost. You were in no way a leader but-

“We can look downstream.” You spoke up. Pale and contorted faces looked back at you. “If he fell in the water he’ll be downstream… If he got hit by the blow back he’ll be on the road bu-”

“You heard her.” A man with long hair in a bun and a beard. His face was red but he was already tired of crying “Downstream.”

“I gotta-” Michon spoke, shaking as she got back to her feet. The man beckoned her. In the next moment a small group had run past to look downstream.

“I gotta go to Sanctuary” You announced to those left. Carol nodded, tears streaming down her face. “They gotta know what happened here.”

“Go,” she croaked out, “and bring them back to kingdom.” Beatrice immediately got angry at the notion but before she could speak Carol silenced her. “Without that bridge they’ll starve. Rick didn’t fight for that.” Carol looked back at you. “Go.”

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swagatron9 · 2 years ago

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Forgotten Innocence

Chapter 4 A/N: I promise this is Daryl Dixon Fan Fic

~ Sylvia Bennet ~

3rd person:

Sylvia watched as Silas held the gun up with both hands, he aimed at the bucket on the fence post but missed when he fired. "Don't be discouraged. The more you try the better you'll get." Shane commented as he walked past. Silas groaned as he once again her the click of the gun needing to be reloaded, this had already happened a few more times before and yet he still had not hit the target.

"I can't do it, Sylvie," Silas whined.

"You'll never hit it by whining. Keep trying." Sylvia said. Sylvia herself pulled out her own gun and aimed at her target.

RIck walked past and stopped as he watched Sylvia shoot at the tin can. "You've got a good stance, good aim too. Where'd you learn to shoot from?"He asked curiously.

"Used to go hunting from time to time." She admitted to the older man.

Rick hummed in response. "I imagine you're not used to guns this light then." Sylvia shrugged her shoulders.

"This is alright. I don't mind this."

An hour later we returned back to the farm. "Do you think we can try that again? That was so much fun." Silas questioned Sylvia.

"I'll take you out again tomorrow and you can practise some more," Sylvia replied.

Maggie approached Sylvia as she returned and pulled her aside from the group."Goin' on another run. Glenn's gonna be comin' along but I wanted to talk to you 'bout somethin'." Sylvia agreed to join the two on another pharmacy run but still, she couldn't help the slight feeling of jealousy that radiate at the thought of the two of them together.

Glenn and Sylvia had never formally been introduced to one another that's probably why the two of them didn't interact on the ride to the pharmacy, instead, it was Glenn and Maggie that spoke. "You didn't have to come, you can hate me from a distance," Glenn spoke. Maggie ignored his words and focused on the road in front of her. "Please say something." Once again silence. "Maggie-"

"I asked for your trust and you betrayed it. Now my Dad's pissed at me." Maggie snapped. Glenn eyed me cautiously before continuing to speak.

Glenn let out an exhausted sigh. "So, your dad thinks they're sick? You agree with that? Even after what you saw at the well? What do you think about those walkers?" Glenn directed the final question towards Sylvia.

"There's not really much to think of them-"

Maggie cut Sylvia off. "I'm not sure what I saw at the well."

"Yes, you are. Look if you'd seen Atlanta you would not have a barn full of walkers-"

This time Maggie cut off Glenn."I wish you would stop calling them that." Sylvia recognised the annoyance on Maggie's face and in her words but she could understand where Glenn was coming from.

"What do you call them?"

"Mom, Shawn, Mr and Mrs Fischer, Lacy and Duncan." Maggie listed off the names of the people that she cared for and loved.

"Look, Maggie. You've been trapped on that farm this whole time. You wouldn't understand half the stuff someone like me or anyone else had to go through. We had to fight to live while you were sitting on your couch playing family with the people you still have. You should be thankful to still have those people alive, once they're bit, they're dead." Sylvia helped Glenn attempt to get through to Maggie, but she still refused to believe otherwise.

"What does she want now?" Maggie snarked at Glenn as we entered the pharmacy.

"I can't say." Glenn looked away.

"So, one of them asks to you keep your mouth shut-"

Glenn yanked out a piece of paper and shoved it in Maggie's direction. "Crawl out of my butt, help me look, please." He sighed once more.

Maggie read the piece of paper and scoffed as she showed Sylvia. "You have got to be kidding me," Maggie said before marching off into the back.

Sylvia tagged along as she figured that was where the pills would be. "What did you want to talk about?" Sylvia asked.

Maggie searched through the pill bottles. "About us." Sylvia frowned at Maggie's words as she waited to hear what she had to say. "I know we had that talk last night about us and all, but I've been thinkin', and don't hate me, but I don't think I can do it. Besides I've also been seeing..." Maggie's eyes trailed over to Glenn as he searched around the place. Sylvia couldn't help but scoff. "I'm sorry, I just hope you can understand," Maggie added.

"Yeah, I understand." Sylvia brushed past the farmer's daughter and went to leave the store.

"I'm gonna look at some more stores down the road, you two can leave when you're ready," Sylvia told Glenn. He nodded his head but appeared suspicious as he glanced between the two women. he shrugged it off as nothing and said goodbye to the woman he'd just met today.

Sylvia felt she had been played, but on the other hand, she felt as though she had no right to feel that she had been cheated on. After all, they hadn't established a relationship between the pair, but she thought she deserved to receive a bit more respect from the person she'd grown closest to on the farm.

Sylvia walked down the path as she glanced around at the empty street. It was then that she realised what exactly Glenn had been talking about. "A barn full of walkers?" She mumbled to herself. It hadn't fully registered in her head what the two were conversing about until now.

She found herself in another pharmacy, only this one was more hidden from the rest and it wasn't as obvious that it was a pharmacy. The supplies in the store were mainly all there so Sylvia took this as her opportunity to grab what she needed.

There were bandages, pain killers and plenty more that would be needed so she took them. She also grabbed things like the beef jerky sticks they had on the front counter.

Sylvia sat down in the corner of the store and just thought. She thought about everything that happened past, present and what could happen in the future. She thought about what happened before the world decided to come to an end, she wondered if the world was actually worse now or not. Sylvia got the freedom she wanted, the freedom to finally be the one, in a way legally, looking after Silas. People hurt Sylvia before and people hurt her now, but the difference is there are no laws that say you can't hurt people, so now Sylvia was less inclined to feel that the world had betrayed her. In a way, it was almost relieving to live life like this and she had grown to accept it.

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 4 years ago

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Delete the Twitter app, Mr. Barba

In which Rafael Barba deletes the Twitter app because of the Householder case, and Carmen babysits him.

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The last thing on Rafael Barba’s mind when he was in the hospital room with Maggie Householder was his online reputation. Once he’d turned himself in and been released on his own recognizance, however, he opened his phone to call mami and instead saw hundreds of Twitter notifications, emails from people whose names he didn’t recognize, and missed calls and voicemails from unfamiliar numbers. He didn’t touch Twitter, texting Carmen to ask how bad it was and she advised him to delete the application until at least after the trial. When he went home, mami was there and just as disappointed as he expected. There were tears the minute she saw him, but not any offered comfort.

“You murdered a child, mijo.”

“You don’t understand, mami. No lo viste. El no estaba realmente vivo.”

“Esa fue la decisión de Dios. No es tu decisión. Tu abuela estaría tan decepcionada de ti.”

“No estoy de acuerdo. Si estás aquí para regañarme, vete a casa.”

“Te llevo a la confesión.”

“Vete a casa, mami. Me confesaré cuando esté lista.”

“Rafa-”

“Go home.”

Lucia stormed out, and Rafael went inside his apartment and went straight for the scotch he kept aside. It wasn’t his good scotch. It was the cheap one that burned his throat and left him sicker than he ever was the next day. Before twisting off the cap, he heeded Carmen’s advice, deleting the Twitter app as he dropped to the couch and began to drink. It was only eleven, not even noon, but he didn’t want to remember what had transpired the day before. He should wade through his email, but someone had posted it. He knew because it was referenced time and time again that they’d found his personal email via some Twitter thread or Subreddit or something else he hadn’t yet encountered. He’d had to mute his phone as phone calls rolled in; the only one he answered confirmed it was strangers from the Internet who had seen the news. Carmen called it getting cancelled when it happened to other people. That usually didn’t involve the loss of a life, so the term seemed not quite right for what was happening, especially given the fact this included more than just the people he was used to. People who had never encountered him were hearing about him in the news.

He ignored Olivia’s calls, considering the morning’s interactions enough. As he drank, Rafael was able to filter unknown numbers and messages, tossing the phone aside and quickly finishing the bottle. Olivia came by, and he didn’t answer, choosing to lay back on the couch as the room spun around him. Carmen texted him, and he didn’t look. An hour later, he heard her outside of his door with Olivia and unlocking he apartment for her. He’d given her a key long ago so she could get files or suits or drop off leftovers. Both of them came in, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had his suspenders down and shirt open over his undershirt. He’d spilled the most recent tumbler over himself with the pizza he’d ordered. And now, they could see him like this, eyes rimmed red and mood unstable as he thought more than he could about himself.

“Mr. Barba,” Carmen said softly, kneeling by him. Olivia stayed closer to the door, surveying the room. By the nature of their constant proximity, Carmen had seen the tail end or starts of Rafael getting frustrated, though he always pressed it down with a glass of scotch and good meal. That said, she’d found him too drunk after a trial didn’t go his way. Seen him frustrated as he went through a case he may not be able to do anything about it. Caught him yelling at paperwork as though something would happen. She’d also seen him the next mornings when he came in pretending not to be insanely hungover and was wearing the suit from his office.

“I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t. Is this what happens between an eight o’clock bourbon and the office suit?”

“Shut up, Carmen.”

“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry,” he said with a huff as his hand ran down his face, and Olivia had to stifle a laugh at how properly embarrassed he looked. “My email and phone are bad. How bad is Twitter?”

“Medium. A lot of people understand. Or they feel that they can’t understand, so they’ll watch the story.”

“People understand murder?” he scoffed.

“No. No one does. But we all understand how impossible your choice was. How badly the parents were hurting.”

“I was too selfish to do it for my dad.”

“I know, Mr. Barba. But people want to know how long until they hear more. Want people to wait. Can see why you did it. It’ll blow over. We can change your number and your email. Twitter has a really handy button. Block.”

“My name’s Rafael.”

“You’re my boss.”

“Not for long,” he chuckled bitterly before his gaze softened. “All I wanted was for people not to hurt.”

“You need to go to bed, Rafa.” It was Olivia now, and his eyes suddenly snapped open. It was different when it was Olivia. They were friends, but they kept things to work. Other than the occasional group event, they’d grab dinner after work. She didn’t hear him debate pocket squares or see him drunk alone in his office or help him think of replies on Twitter. He’d probably lose his friendship with Carmen once he wasn’t in the office, he supposed. She humored her boss a lot more than she probably should.

“I’m fine, Liv.” It came with more of a snort than he liked, and he was suddenly pulling himself up to sit, wrapping his shirt around himself as though it were a cardigan. Carmen watched he was steady, and Olivia was sure she now knew what she’d looked like when Noah was learning to walk on his own with her hand on his back to keep him upright. Once things passed, she wanted to ask if Rafael was always this willing to be relaxed around Carmen, but she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.

“I don’t think I’m helping things,” Olivia said softly, and Carmen gave a gentle nod.

“My son’s with my mom for a visit. I’ll take care of him.”

“You’re sure? I can call Lucia.”

“I’m fine, lieutenant. And mami has already been here.”

“Make sure he meets with an attorney tomorrow.”

“I make his calendar. I know.”

“You two can stop talking about me like I’m not here,” he grumbled, heels pressed against his eyes. “I’m drunk, not deaf.”

“You’re belligerent, counsellor.”

“Call me Rafael,” he said again, flopping onto the couch when Olivia had left again.

“I thought Lieutenant Benson was your best friend, Rafael.”

“She is, I guess. Is that sad? My best friend used to be Alex, but I pursued that case. As if mami needed more reason to hate me.”

“You don’t act like you in front of her. Not all the way.”

“This isn’t me.”

“It’s you without a carefully constructed persona.”

“If that’s the case, I suppose you’re my best friend, Miss Frye.” She’d expected to see a bemused smirk or annoyed scowl, but Carmen was taken aback by how sincere he looked as his hand moved to rest on her forearm and squeeze as well as he could.

“My name’s Carmen,” she teased. “Now come on. You need to go to bed.”

“My suit will get wrinkled.”

“I’ll hang it for you.”

“You can sleep in the guest room. It’s not safe for you to go-” His eyes were suddenly wide. “Carmen, where’s Ollie?”

“With my mom. I told her you needed me for a couple days.”

“You don’t need to disrupt your life.”

“I’ll tell you a secret Mist- Rafael.”

“What?” he asked, flopping into bed where she’d pulled the blanket down once he managed to strip to his boxers.

“You’re my best friend too.” She tugged the blanket over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. He smiled up at her, and she made her way out turning off the lights. It seemed silly to say it to someone like him, but they’d worked together a long time, had a lot of late night talks. She liked him more than a lot of people she knew, and saw him more than anyone outside of her family.

Carefully, she cleaned his living room, dumping his other bottle of cheap scotch out and disposing of both before setting up the coffee to brew at seven, just in time to have him at an attorney’s office by nine. McCoy had approved her to work from wherever she needed to in order to keep Rafael functioning. She’d have been miserable helping Peter Stone with this trial anyway. They both knew about his father, and it seemed he may be a ticking time bomb. She logged into his twitter, going on a blocking spree as she explored his mentions, tweeting from her own account and his that she’d done it and retweeting it from his account.

She also liked all the kind ones. The ones asking for understanding or expressing empathy. The ones that acknowledged he had an impossible choice and neither one would have sat well with their own conscious. Leave a child and his family to suffer without end or expedite the inevitable. Then there were his direct messages. Since getting verified, he had the ability to only see messages from people he followed. As she combed through, there were a couple of hateful messages she ignored, but most who knew him expressed understanding and a couple even included leads if he wanted out of the city. She marked those down in her notes app before falling asleep in the guest bedroom.

The sound that greeted her in the morning was Rafael Barba vomiting as the coffee machine roared to life in the background. Silently, she ordered ginger tea and vitamin b12 for delivery, going to fetch the pedialyte she’d brought from home. When he came out, hair wet from a shower, she’d already brewed him tea, cooked breakfast, and given him an expectant look as she slid a glass of unnaturally purple electrolytes to him. He didn’t know what to say, so he took the proffered glas and took a long sip before wincing.

“Grape,” she said plainly.

“Grapes don’t taste like that.”

“Ollie likes it okay. I make him popsicles though.”

“He’s old enough for popsicles? Isn’t he still on milk?”

“Rafael, he’s two. He drinks milk, but he even eats.”

“Does he like books yet?”

“He does. He really likes being read to.”

“I’ll read to him next time I see him.” He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick. “Do you play him music?”

“Some. Usually my playlists.”

“Play him Bach.”

“You’ll have to tell me what’s best to play him.”

“I’ll send you a playlist.”

“Why Bach?” She watched as his jaw shifted from side to side, lips pressed together, and that told her all she needed to know. “Drew liked Bach?”

“He’d never know if he liked Bach. Maggie was playing one of his cantatas.”

“Maybe we can take him to an orchestra one day.”

“There are some shows. Kid friendly.”

“He’d like that.”

“I’ll send it to you.”

“You’ll come, won’t you?”

“Me?”

“It’s your idea.”

“You’d still let me around your son?”

“My son is a healthy vibrant boy. If he was in the same situation as Drew, it would be hard, but I’d still want you there. You did exactly what I would have done for him, okay?”

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

“Which part?”

“The last part.”

“You probably are my best friend. And that hasn’t changed. I wish you didn’t have to be put in the situation, but I would hope I’d have been strong enough to do the same. And other people agree with me.”

“God, you’re not actually looking at Twitter.”

“I looked at Twitter. I blocked anyone vitriolic. But, I collected all the kind ones in your favorites for when you’re ready. A lot of your attorney friends have job leads for you if you leave the DA’s office.”

“I’m leaving. And I’m probably going to fucking prison. You’ll be down a friend in a few months.”

“Stop it.”

“They’ll end me in there, Carmen. I sent some of them there.” She wasn’t sure what to make at how at peace with the prospect he was.

“And you won’t go to prison. Don’t focus on that. Even if you do, they’ll have to do something to protect you. And I’ll come visit you.”

“You barely know me.”

“We spend more time together than I do with anyone else. I know you’re good, you have a good heart, you send birthday presents to every SVU detective’s kid and think I don’t know you send them coffee gift cards on their birthdays. You’re a total mama’s boy and despite what a snarky prick you are, you have imposter syndrome out the ass. You’re lapsed enough Catholic not to go to church, but you pray when things are really bad. I also know some part of your brain feels like you’ve let down people who think you do good work by this one thing, but one bad doesn’t outweigh an exorbitant amount of good. I hope Ollie has half of the ethical backbone you do. I know there have been occasions in the past you weren’t perfect, but the man I’ve known deserves every ounce of credit he gets. That doesn’t mean you’ve never made a mistake.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, and much to his chagrin, Carmen wrapped him in a hug that he returned, refusing to look at her. He was suddenly aware he’d cry if he looked at what he knew was a genuine smile. “I’ve got to get dressed to see an attorney.”

“Who are you going with?”

“Randy Dworkin.”

“He’ll be good.”

“I hate to admit that. And I’m sure I’ll hate every second with him.”

“How about you teach me about Bach this afternoon?”

“You have work.”

“McCoy approved me to be remote.”

“So you’re my sitter?” She could almost swear a smile pulled at the corner of his lip, and she felt pride she didn’t expect.

“I suppose. So Bach?”

“Bring Ollie?”

“Deal.”

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stardust-walker · 4 years ago

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High Hopes: Chapter 15

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

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Julian didn’t know what to think of the new group that had just come onto the farm. He didn’t trust the one guy, that was for sure. He’d gone into the city with Otis and had come back without him. Otis was a good person, but it didn’t sound right. He probably would’ve done anything to save a little kid but the guy seemed sketchy. He felt sort of relieved when it seemed like not everyone bought his bullshit either.

He was jumpy as he waited for Maggie to get back from her run to the store. Since Otis, the thought of people leaving the farm felt like they were marching off to their deaths. A smile was on his face as he finally spotted Maggie riding up on her horse with Glenn. That guy didn’t seem too bad, at least. Unable to contain himself, he leapt off the porch and had the reins of Glenn’s horse in his hands before the other man could say anything. “Let me help you put the horses back,” he said brightly.

Maggie and Glenn exchanged a look before Maggie replied. “Sure thing. Thanks for all your help out there, Glenn.”

Julian looked over his shoulder as the other man hurried off to join the rest of his group by the tents as the dark haired woman from before and her redneck companion came out from the trees. “What do you think,” he questioned Maggie before he clicked his tongue and began to lead to horse to the stable.

“Nothin to think. They find that little girl, odds are my daddy’s gonna make them leave,” Maggie shrugged her shoulders from atop the horse.

Julian nodded his head slowly, “You see anything out there?”

“We didn’t see her out there if that’s what you’re askin me, Jude.” Maggie shook her head before she let out a long sigh.

Julian’s shoulders slumped. He couldn’t help but stare out at the barn in the distance as he opened the door to the horse’s pen. A shiver ran down his back before he averted his eyes. “Better than the alternative, I guess.”

Dove rested somewhat easily that night, she felt some comfort in the fact that the next day would mean the search was in full swing. She still hated doing the laundry, though. She would rather be out there in the woods looking for Sophia, but Carol had roped her into her chore. “C’mon. No one wants to help me with this. Andrea’s off tryin’ to play Annie Oakley somewhere and Lori’s still sleepin.”

“I wish I was still sleepin,” Dove grumbled as she picked up a basket of clothes. She squinted her hazel eyes at the closest well. “Jesus, what happened over there?”

Carol shook her head. “You missed it. They sent Glenn down into the well. Apparently there was a walker down there.” Dove opened her mouth to reply but Carol cut her off. “I know you woulda raised all types of hell if you were here, but Glenn’s fine. You’ve seen him.”

Dove huffed and blew a stray hair out of her eyes. “I’m gonna give that little bastard a piece of my mind for not tellin me about that. When I’m done with him, he’ll wanna go back down that well.” She let out a chuckle.

It felt like hours, but it wasn’t too long until she was sitting on top of a picnic table, basket of wet clothes next to her. She handed Carol a wet shirt to hang up as Lori stepped out of her tent. “Mornin, princess,” Dove called over cheerfully, “Nice of you to join us.”

Lori managed a weak smile as she walked over and greeted the two sisters. “Can’t believe I slept in.”

“You probably needed it,” Carol smiled at her.

“Yeah, I think we all need to take turns sleeping in. It feels amazing,” Dove yawned as she ran a hand through her ponytail.

“You feelin ok,” Carol scrutinized Lori carefully as the other woman nodded. “I have an idea I wanted to run by you two. That big kitchen of theirs got me thinking, I wouldn’t mind cooking in a real kitchen again.” Dove smiled as she thought about Carol’s cooking. She definitely wasn’t a five-star chef by any means, but Carol was a good cook. There was no doubt about that. “Maybe we all pitch in and make dinner for Hershel and his family tonight. Kind of looking for things to keep my mind occupied.”

Dove leaned back on her hands with a heavy sigh as she looked up at the sky. She really wanted to be out there. She wanted to help look for Sophia, but she knew Carol would fight her on it. Maybe the right place for her to be was here on the farm; she needed to be with her sister.

“Seems like the least we could do,” Lori agreed.

Dove nodded her head, “Yeah sure. I’ll try to help. I’m not real good in the kitchen, but I’ll try my best.” She flashed her sister a quick smile.

“You mind extending the invitation,” Carol smiled at Lori. Would feel more right comin from you,” Carol reasoned.

Dove eyed Lori. “You’re like our unofficial First Lady,” Carol joked.

Lori and Dove both rolled their eyes but Dove let out a snort of laughter. “President Rick Grimes? I don’t remember votin, but that sounds about right,” she raised an eyebrow at Lori and raised a hand quick enough to block a clothespin from hitting her face.

Meanwhile, Julian had made his way over to the group by the car. He felt like he should be trying to help them look for that little girl. Every person out there could make a difference in finding her or not. He would want people out there looking for his sister like this if he had any idea where she was.

“She might have gone further east than we’ve been so far,” Rick stated as he laid the map out in front of them.

“I’d like to help,” Jimmy spoke up first and Julian narrowed his eyes at the younger man. Hershel would kick his ass for trying. Jimmy was just a kid, but Julian was grown enough to make his own decisions. “I know the area pretty well and stuff.

“I think I know the area better than you, Jim,” Julian spoke quietly as he approached the group.

“Hershel’s okay with this?” Good question. Julian would like to believe Jimmy, but he couldn’t help but think the kid was full of shit trying to look cool in front of his girlfriend.

“Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me,” Shane spoke from the car.

Shane gave Julian the creeps. “They found Elizabeth Smart nine months after she went missing on pure chance of someone noticing the people who took her,” he remembered seeing something about it when he was younger and it just stuck with him. Shane might be a cop, but it seemed like he wasn’t too invested in the search.

“Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high,” Daryl held his hand out to about elbow height. Definitely seemed like a little kid and unless Georgia was suddenly overflowing with feral children, Shane was full of shit.

“Maybe we’ll pick up her trail again,” Rick sounded hopeful.

“No maybe about it. I’m gonna borrow a horse,” Daryl pointed at the map. Hershel won’t be happy about that, Julian thought but didn’t speak. He didn’t want to get on the bad side of this guy.

“Good idea,” T-Dog spoke up, “Maybe you’ll see your Chupacabra up their too.” A short laugh echoed from behind Julian and he turned to see Dove, still perched on the picnic table, shake her head.

“Chupacabra,” Rick inquired.

“You never heard this,” Dale sighed. “Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time he went squirrel hunting and he saw a Chupacabra.” Julian shuddered at the thought of the goat sucking monster; Jimmy laughed. Julian gave him a quick slap to the back of the head as Daryl spoke again.

“What are you braying at, Jackass?”

“You believe in a blood-sucking dog,” Jimmy questioned.

“You believe the dead walk,” Daryl sneered.

“He’s got you there, Jimbo,” Julian shrugged his shoulders as he rested his hand on the hood of the truck. Jimmy reached for a gun, man that kid was really trying it today.

“Why don’t you come train tomorrow,” Shane offered. “If you’re serious, I’m a certified instructor.”

Andrea spoke up, “For now, he can come with us.”

“If it’s alright, I’d like to go with Jimmy.” Julian turned his attention to Rick. He didn’t feel like going in a car with Shane. The last man to go with him somewhere didn’t exactly seem to fare too well. Even if it meant going with the woman that he didn’t really know and someone who’d made fun of someone for believing in a Chupacabra.

Rick nodded his head and held out his hand to the younger man, “Alright. Thanks for helping us, kid.”

“Julian, sir.”

“Rick is just fine,” the sheriff smiled a little.

“Right, sorry. Not used to bein too friendly to the police. But, no problem, Rick. It feels right to help. Just hope we find her,” Julian nodded his head. The others didn’t notice him tense up as he turned his attention away from the barn and focused on the search plan.

Dove let out a heavy sigh as she turned her attention from the parting group to the house. She couldn’t keep Carol waiting much longer or she might send out another search party for her. As she ascended the steps, Glenn caught her attention. He seemed out of it. “Yoo-hoo. Earth to Glenn,” Dove waved a hand at him.

The man jumped slightly as he turned his head to look at his friend. The smile on his face fell slightly as he realized who was standing in front of him. “Hey, Dove. You not heading out today?”

“Nah, decided I might as well tend to my womanly duties,” she flicked her hair behind her shoulder in an exaggerated manner. “You alright, bud? You see kind of out of it since you got back yesterday.” Dove frowned as she leaned against the post.

“I’m fine. Just…a lot going on in my head, you know,” Glenn smiled sadly as he rested his hand on the guitar in his lap.

A sly look was in Dove’s eye as she spoke. “Well channel all of that emotion into a song and I’m sure you can woo yourself a farmer’s daughter in no time,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

The blush that shot up into Glenn’s cheek answered any questions she might have had. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothin! Just that I think a blind man all the way in Korea can see what I’m talking about! But that’s none of my business,” she shrugged her shoulders and took a step closer to him. “But if you do happen to want to talk about it, just let me know! I’m your friend and I’ll always be here to listen. Plus, no better person to go to for girly advice than a girl.” She chuckled as she ruffled Glenn’s hair.

Glenn smiled at the woman as she took a step back towards the door, “Thanks…”

Dove thought that Hershel’s house was nice and she made sure to tell them so. “Well thank you,” Patricia nodded her head politely.

Dove bit her lip as she looked around the hallway. “I just want to thank you,” she turned her attention back to the older blonde. Her expression seemed to be unreadable. Something about these people was off to her. They all seemed nice, but something wasn’t right about any of them. “For letting us stay here while we look for our niece. It’s not something you have to do especially now, you don’t know any of us from those walkers in the streets.”

Patricia held up a hand to stop her, “It’s not a problem. I just want to make sure that Rick and Hershel have made it very clear to you…”

“Once we find Sophia, once Carl is good to roll, we’re gone,” Dove nodded her head. “But still. Thank you,” she smiled as she turned on her heel to walk into the kitchen. “Just hope you don’t mind your mashed potatoes with a little crisp,” she called as she entered the room, “I suck at cooking!”

Carol shook her head at her younger sister as Lori laughed. “You can measure the ingredients,” Carol patted her arm.

“Listen, we all have skills. I was not made to be a house wife,” Dove raised her hands in surrender. “You, however, were a better housewife than any man ever deserved.” She winked at her sister.

Slightly uncomfortable, Lori changed the subject quickly. “You know you weren’t made to be a housewife?” She looked over her shoulder at the younger brunette as she began to peel a potato.

“Sure do. I was a few months away from trying it out, but let’s just say I had to cancel the subscription before the free trial ended,” Dove popped a piece of carrot into her mouth.

Carol clicked her tongue disapprovingly, “Still think you were better off. He seemed unstable.”

“Who? Owen,” Dove questioned her sister with a raised eyebrow. Carol just turned her attention to her. Dove rolled her eyes as she picked up a bigger carrot and started to peel it. “I mean he was a little…quirky.”

Lori let out a small groan at this, “Honey, we all know what quirky means. Quirky is code for ‘you’re unstable but I love you’.” The older brunette elbowed Dove lightly.

Carol let out a quiet snort of laughter at this, “You got that right. The one time when we went up to visit, we stayed in DC so-”

Dove cut her off with a panicked laugh, “Alright listen, I get it! Owen was unstable and I have terrible taste in men, but it’s over now so…we don’t have to rehash that story! Alright.”

It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment before Lori whispered, “You’ll tell me later?”

“Oh, you bet,” Carol whispered back as Lori picked up a bucket to go collect more water.

“The hell you will,” Dove shouted as she picked up a carrot shaving and whipped it at her sister. “Be serious and cut up your god damn carrots,” Dove laughed and shook her head. Still, her thoughts went back to her life before everything went to shit. Actually, this was more like her life going to shit take two. Carol was right, she was way better off.

“Bout time you strolled on up here, Dixon.” Daryl’s attention snapped to the side, back to the direction of the farm.

“Hell do you want,” he snapped at the figure in front of him even though he knew she wasn’t real.

“Should really be getting home,” the figure spoke as she twirled a small pendant between her fingers. She wasn’t really there, but her hazel eyes stared right into his soul just like if she were there, “getting dark out.”

“Shut up,” Daryl snapped as he started stomping back towards the farm. The figure was a few steps ahead of him as he shuffled forward. “Don’t give a shit anyway.”

“Like you said. Merle wasn’t there for you, so why should you listen to him,” the voice was further ahead now and he glanced around before he spotted it a few yards ahead between the trees. “So man the fuck up and use you head for once, asshole.” When Daryl blinked, she was gone.

Dove had decided to take a break from the kitchen, but she didn’t seem to be able to find anyone that she wanted to see. Glenn seemed even more miserable than before, the other men were back without much news, and Daryl still wasn’t back yet. The last part made her feel uneasy. It was getting dark out. A creek on the porch made her turn her attention. “Julian, right? You find anything before,” she stepped towards him.

The young man lowered his binoculars before he shook his head, “Not a thing. Sorry. Maybe your friend found something?”

“Who?”

“The redneck guy. Daryl?”

Dove scoffed, “I don’t think that you can really say that me and Daryl are friends but…”

Andrea’s panicked shouts about a walker cut through the relative silence. Dove felt her pulse quicken and Julian shook his head, “we don’t get many walkers out this far.” He stepped quickly off the porch to help out and shoved the binoculars into Dove’s hand as he went.

Something in her gut told her to look through and when she did, the binoculars fell from her hand as she took off at a run. “Wait,” she shouted as she ran faster than she thought she had in years. She didn’t even realize how quick she was running until she was about halfway across the field.

“Is that Daryl,” Glenn said.

“Holy hell, man. You look like shit,” Julian shouted.

“That’s the third time you’ve pointed that thing at my head,” Dove heard Daryl reply and she slowed down to a walk as a relieved laugh left her lips. “You gonna pull the trigger or what?”

It was silent for a few moments as Dove continued to approach the group. Glenn turned and noticed her but as Dove opened her mouth to call out, a gunshot rang out. What left her throat instead was a panicked scream as adrenaline took over and she took off again. She didn’t even realize what she’d done until her knees hit the ground. Rick was screaming back at Andrea and there was blood on her hands. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck,” Dove turned her head back in the direction of camp before she turned her head back to the sight in front of her. “Dumb fucking bitch, cmon don’t be dead please.” Dove muttered as Rick dropped to the ground next to her. “She shot him in the fucking head,” Dove’s voice shook as she reached a shaking hand out and turned Daryl’s head slightly.

“Good thing she’s a bad shot,” Rick mumbled as Daryl let out a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open for a moment and Dove felt relieved as she realized that he might look out of it, but he wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t dead yet. A hand on her shoulder pulled her to her feet as Glenn wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Glenn gave her shoulder a squeeze as they watched Rick and Shane haul Daryl to his feet. “I was kidding,” he growled before he passed out.

Anger flared through Dove as Andrea approached them asking if he was dead.

“He’s wearing ears,” Dove heard Glenn’s panicked voice over the pounding of her blood in her ears. Her gaze fell to T-Dog as she fought to control her anger. How could you be so stupid Rick told you not to do it, she raged internally. Even the sight of Sophia’s doll couldn’t calm her down. All she could think of was how, if Andrea had killed Daryl, they would never know where Sophia might be.

She reached a boiling point as they crossed over into camp. All of the bullshit thoughts and prayers about Sophia. All of the wanting to save people and act like she was big and tough. On top of losing Sophia, it was too much. “I’m so sorry,” she heard Andrea say again as Glenn finally released her arm.

“You’re sorry,” Dove rounded on the blonde woman. The few people who hadn’t rushed into the house froze, Carol put a hand over her mouth and shook her head. “You’re sorry that Sophia’s missing. You’re sorry that you wanted to blow yourself up. You’re sorry that you fucking almost killed the one person who might have the best shot at finding Sophia,” Dove’s voice was eerily calm as she stepped closer to the blonde.

“I thought he was a walker! I was just trying-,” but Andrea didn’t get to say what she was trying to do. There was a shout and all of a sudden, both women were on the ground. Dove only managed to land two punches to the woman before she was wrenched away from her.

“Bitch,” Dove shouted as she was pulled back towards the house. She watched with narrowed eyes as Dale helped Andrea back to the RV.

“Holy shit,” Julian mumbled as he held the squirming woman tighter as he tried to pull her towards the porch. It was quite a task, but once it was accomplished, he sat her in a chair and hurried off into the house.

Dove’s attention finally turned from the RV as she winced. A quick look down showed her that a cold washcloth was being placed on her knuckle by Carol. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Carol mumbled.

“Yeah well, she shouldn’t have shot someone,” Dove closed her eyes and shook her head.

There were quiet footsteps as she heard Carol walk back into the house. She sat like that for a while before the door creaked open. She opened her hazel eyes and her shoulders slumped as Rick walked out. The sheriff knelt next to the chair and she felt her shoulders tense as she waited for him to reprimand her.

“I’m not here to yell at you,” Rick sighed as he ran a hand down his face, “I very well should be for the stunt you pulled. I don’t wanna have to hear about you tryin to fight like that in front of my son like that. I’m sure you understand,” Rick glanced over at her.

Dove nodded her head before she turned her gaze over to Rick. “Sorry…I just got,” she took a deep breath, “I got real angry like I haven’t in a real long time.”

Rick frowned and nodded his head, “I understand the last few days have been real hard on you and Carol, so you don’t need me to be hard on you too.” Dove sat up a little straighter and faced Rick fully. “But I just wanted you to know that Daryl’s just fine. He’s resting, we didn’t tell him that you punched Andrea.” She raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s a discussion that you should be able to have by yourself. But he did tell us where he found Sophia’s doll. Pointed it out on a map and everything so we have an even better grid to look for her,” Rick smiled and Dove felt the corner of her mouth quirk up into a smile.

“Thank you, Rick,” Dove whispered.

“Not a problem,” Rick patted her arm.

Dove moved the washcloth from her hand and flexed her knuckles, “Guess it’s best if I don’t sit next to Andrea at dinner, huh,” she joked and Rick chuckled quietly.

“I would advise you not to do that. Just in case,” he rose to his feet and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I want you to know that I’m gonna do my best to find her. I promise.”

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punksarahreese · 4 years ago

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Bundle : covering with a blanket or jacket for anxious!ava au? I may be a little obsessed

You and me both 🥺 anxious!Ava is bby

CW: mentions of blood, dissociation

[references events from 3x18]

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"You did good today," Connor mused as he came into the scrub room, peeling off his bloodstained gloves and tossing them in the biohazard waste bin.

Ava hummed her acknowledgment, too preoccupied as she scrubbed her hands clean. She was trying her best to stay focused on the task at hand, fearful that if she had to speak she would crack.

"I know it was a lot, but I think you could do well in trauma. You handled it well."

"What are you trying to convert me?" Ava’s tone was bordering on pained as she tried to joke, "I’ll stick to CT, thanks."

Connor shook his head, "More traumas for me, then."

She had finished scrubbing and was putting her ring back on, untying her scrub cap afterwards and shoving it in her pocket. She tried her best to sound normal when she bid goodbye to Connor, pausing as she left the room.

"Bye, Ava," he was saying, "Thanks for your help today."

Ava thought she replied, something snarky about him being nice to her for once and losing his edge. She wasn’t quite sure though, because all the background noise was beginning to be too much. She left the room after that, shutting the door as quietly as she could for her own sake.

She somehow made it to the CT lounge on autopilot, collecting her bag and putting her white coat away in her locker. Her hands were shaking, unsteady as she zipped up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder. She hated this, the weird out of body feeling as her brain tries it’s hardest to prioritize input and subsequently dissociated.

She wanted to text Sarah, to ask where she was, but she didn’t know if the resident would have her phone on her. Deciding a trip to the ED was better, she left the CT doctor’s lounge and made her way to the elevator.

Unfortunately, Ava soon realized this was a mistake. The ED was still bustling with activity, PD officers milling around to get statements and family members bombarding nurses with questions. The area was packed and there was no sign of Ava’s girlfriend, making her anxious when she couldn’t find a familiar face. She stood at the far end of the nurses station, leaning heavily on the counter as she decided to waiting was her best option.

"Doctor Bekker?" A slightly familiar voice caught her attention and she looked up to see Noah Sexton. She wasn’t too fond of the new resident, thinking he was far too cocky and very unlike his level-headed and calm sister. His apparent infatuation with her girlfriend also didn’t sit right with Ava, for obvious reasons, but Sarah had always told her that Noah’s persistance fell on deaf ears anyway.

"Doctor Sexton," she replied gruffly, mind still buzzing far too much to make any small talk or aim for politeness on any scale.

"Why are you down here again? Consult?"

Ava blinked at him as she tried to process his words, "Um, no. Have you seen Sar- I mean, have you seen Doctor Reese?"

"Sarah? She was taking a patient up to psych last time I heard, he was showing signs of post-traumatic stress."

"Ah, alright," Ava nodded minutely, "Thanks."

"I can page her, if you’d like."

"No, that’s fine. If you see her can you let her know I’m in the waiting room?"

"The waiting room?" Noah looked at her in confusion but stopped, knowing better than to really question the surgeon, regardless of what mood she was in.

He nodded and was about to speak again when Maggie called out to him, "Noah, I need you to come stitch up this head lac!"

"I’ll let Sarah know, Doctor Bekker," he said before disappearing across the ED.

Ava watched him go numbly, sighing as she mussed up her short hair. She made her way across the ED, mumbling a reply when Maggie said goodnight to her. She didn’t make it very far, deciding to indeed stop in the waiting room and collapse heavily onto one of the more comfortable benches by the entrance.

Ava didn’t notice the families who were still waiting anxiously for news or for treatment. She didn’t get up to help Emily with the big bags of soiled gauze and plastic she was carrying, though her brain was telling her she definitely should. She didn’t move, didn’t answer Leah when she asked if Ava was okay. Ava just sat there and stared; really it was the only thing she could do.

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Sarah tugged the elastic from her hair, letting her unruly curls fall to frame her face instead. She sighed at the pain in her scalp as she rubbed at it gently, the tension of her ponytail all day had contributed to her current headache. She would have to take Advil when she got home, and maybe drink some more water; she was probably dehydrated.

Getting home was her main focus, wanting to relax after such a long day. She just wanted to sleep, or maybe take a bath with Ava and find some peace before bed. Sarah needed a break from work and she could imagine her girlfriend would too.

"Oh, hey, Sarah!"

The familiar voice made Sarah sigh but she put on a small smile, "Hi, Noah."

"Doctor Bekker was looking for you earlier."

"Oh, was she?" Sarah’s attention piqued at the mention of the previous subject of her thoughts.

"Yeah, she’s in the waiting room."

"The waiting room? Why-" Sarah stopped herself, knowing Ava wouldn’t have indulged Noah in the reason why, "Okay, thanks, Noah."

"Have a good night, Sarah."

Sarah made her way across the department, slipping through the sliding doors behind Emily to come out into the waiting room. She glanced around before quickly spotting a familiar head of dark blonde hair.

"Aves?" Sarah asked gently, noticing that her girlfriend was staring at one spot across the room, though her eyes were completely unfocused.

"Ava," she tried again as she took a seat beside her, a gentle hand landing on her thigh to grab her attention.

The contact made Ava jump a little and she blinked at Sarah in confusion, not expecting her to be there.

"Sarah?"

"Hey," she replied lightly, "How are you doing?"

"Fuzzy... We couldn’t save that kid today."

"The one with the epidural hematoma? I know, Ava, but you said it yourself there was nothing you could do."

"No," Ava shook her head fiercely, "The little boy. He was... just a baby. I wanted to- I asked April for an intubation kit. He was already a triple zero though... couldn’t save him."

"Oh, baby, I’m sorry."

"Feels weird," she continued as she stared past Sarah’s shoulder, "Natalie was missing Owen... did she- is he fine?"

"He’s just fine, I saw them in the lounge before I came out here."

"Because she-," Ava stopped once the words sunk in, "Oh, good."

"Yeah," Sarah agreed, "Ava, are you okay?"

"Okay? I’m... just peachy," her words were interrupted by a yawn, "Four surgeries... so much blood. So many...too many stitches, millions, sarah!"

Her girlfriend sighed, having clearly realized that Ava was pretty much dissociating to evade panic. She didn’t want to spook her because a panic attack wouldn’t help the situation at all, but she needed to get Ava home and resting so she could calm down on her own.

"I can imagine. You look tired, home time?"

Ava looked at her blankly for a moment, "Home?"

"Yes, love," Sarah agreed as she stood up and held out a hand, "We’ll run a nice bath and then have a rest, okay?"

"Bath sounds nice..." Ava agreed as she took Sarah’s hand in her shaking one, "Feel icky."

"Icky?"

Ava nodded, "So much blood..."

"So much blood," Sarah agreed to humour her, "You worked hard, so you deserve some rest."

They made their way out to the parking lot hand in hand, Ava trailing a little bit behind her. Sarah helped her into the passenger seat of the car, accepting the tiny kiss that Ava pressed to her cheek.

"What was that for?"

Ava hummed, "Miss you. Only saw you for like... 45 seconds."

She laughed and went to put their bags in the back seat, "I missed you too, Aves."

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?" She came back to the passenger door, "What’s up?"

"I’m cold."

She chuckled and reached into the back of the vehicle for her jacket. Closing the back door, she draped the soft fabric across Ava’s shoulders, tucking it under her arms a bit. Her girlfriend was looking up at her with warm eyes, focusing completely for the first time since Sarah had seen her earlier.

"Better?"

Ava had hummed in agreement, a tiny thanks slipping through a yawn. She snuggled into the jacket, comforted by the familiar scent of spices and vanilla she had long since began associating with her girlfriend. By the time Sarah made it over to the driver’s side, Ava had already slouched to rest her head on the window.

"I’m not going to carry you inside if you fall asleep on me," Sarah teased, though she wouldn’t really mind since Ava was clearly exhausted.

"‘M awake," she mumbled, "Sarah, did I do good? I couldn’t... some people didn’t make it."

The words hit Sarah hard, knowing her girlfriend would always see the losses before the saves. It was an unfortunate viewpoint and probably responsible for her dissociation in this case. She didn’t want to believe she had done anything other than the best. In Ava’s mind, losing even one patient might as well be a failure.

Sarah had started the car by then and pulled out of the parking lot before answering, "You did so well as always, Ava. I’m proud of you."

#chicago med #ava bekker #sarah reese #reesker #my aus #anxious!ava #asks #daisiesyhappiness #my-writing

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that70sbitchsstuff · 4 years ago

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Is it just me or does anyone want to see a crossover between That 70s Show and the ranch. Like honestly I REALLY shkp Jackie and Rooster, I mean how can I not they would make the cutest couple. Imagine this, after season 8 Jackie breaks up with Fez, gets the hell out of point place and goes on a road trip to find something better, something new. Along the way she realised that she's basically broke and finds a small town named garrison. She arrives there at 6am and finds a bar named Maggie's with a help wanted sign, she goes in, walks up to the lady behind the bar and says... "Hey, look I'm just going to be blunt and say I'm normally not caught dead in places like these, but I'm really desperate and need a job and the sign outside says you need my help, so is there a manager I can talk to or something"Jackie said in a somewhat rushed and desperate voice.

The lady looks somewhat offended but also a little amused by Jackie's desperate tone, she didn't look like someone who was strapped for cash, in fact she look really young around 19 or 20. She had, her raven hair curled perfectly,her make-up done to a tee and she was certainly dressed to impress, in nee length leather boots, blue jeans tucked underneath and a clearly expensive red off the shoulder, only slightly baggy sweater and all of this to accommodated by a very pretty face with doll like features, she had big mismatched eyes one brown,one blue, full pouty lips, high cheeks bones but you could see that the girl was hurting underneath her innocent eyes. So the woman looked her up and down, raised her eyebrow, smirked and said....

"What in the hell makes you think ANYONE is gonna hire you with that attitude. Also do you even have the qualifications to work at a bar." The lady said in a thick southern accent. She looked to be in her late 50s or early 60s, her brown hair was short and curly and she had brown eyes and thin lips. She had on a pair of black Jean's, a denim shirt jacket and lilac tee-shrit that hung loosely around her body. In all honesty she looked a little bit like a hippie but she also didn't look like the type to take shit from anyone.

" Oh please" Jackie said offended, as she thought who wouldn't want to hire her."Firstly it's a bar, what 'qualifications' could I possibly need to-

"ok I'm gonna stop you right there" The woman said interrupting Jackie." I think we've been gotten a bit off track here and I'm on the verge of kicking your ass out of here. So I would like to know your name before I do that." She said very falsely sweet voice.

Jackie was taken aback, she was always so used to the 'customer is always right' motto. When she worked in the salon, the motto was practically engraved in to her mind. Her mother had also taught her to expect no less from employees or any kind of staff for that matter because their "basically our servants Jackie, we just dont have to pay them" her mother always said, to say that warped her young mind on how to treat people equally would be a understatement.

Her eyes widened a bit as she stammered out her reply, still a little caught off guard by the woman's bluntness" O-oh umm I'm Jackie, Jackie Burkhart" Jackie said confidently" And I'm sorry if I came on a little strong there, i just haven't gotten the hang of this 'job thing' yet. So what's your name." Jackie asked curiously.

The woman eyed Jackie curiously before giving her an answer.

"Maggie Bennett, and I am the owner of this bar".

After this exchange the two women quickly became acquainted with each other but cant help but be a little stand-offish. Jackie had learned that Maggie has been the owner of the bar for over 20 year which blow blew her mind but also that she was going through some martial issues and had two grown sons. Maggie had found out that Jackie was on something of a self discovery journey (something that Maggie envied) because of troubles back home. She had also learned that Jackie came from money and didn't have alot of job experience. This had helped Maggie in her decision in wether or not to hire Jackie but finally came to a conclusion......

"well kid your only 21, have had just three short job experiences and are pretty clueless when it comes to any manual labour other than fixing a car surprisingly." Maggie said in a toneless voice, which only made Jackie even more nervous. She knew she wasn't that experience but what she lack for in that she gained in determination.

Jackie looked at Maggie visibly worried now, even though she tried to calm her self down, she was afraid that Maggie was going to laugh her out of the building.

"Well...... you've got the job!" Maggie exclaimed happily but before she could anything else out, she had an arm full of Jackie Burkhart squealing happily and hugging the life out of her.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!" Jackie squealed gleefully and surprisingly she was really(excuse the language) fucking excited about this job. Because to her this will be her first job out in the real world, and yes you could argue that the cheese palace, the salon and working for that god awful woman who's name shall not be spoken (purely because I forget it), as real jobs but Jackie didn't because they were in that small town, that small town that took everything she loved, that small town that had been suffocating up until she left...she fucking hated that small town.

So she was excited about this new opportunity, this new chance to make something of her self to use her experience out in the rea-" wait, I have very little experience in these types of things, you even said it yourself self! why are you even hiring me". Jackie said curiously and a little self consciously, that was something was new to her.

"Well a number of reasons first one would probably be because you know how to make some pretty complicated drinks" That's right, Jackie remember telling her that she knew how to make alot of different drinks, not only from years of watching her own mother make 'special smoothies' but also from watching Mrs Forman make all different drinks." And well..... I'm low on staff and as long as you promise to not drink any of the alcohol, you can work here." Maggie said a little sheepish.

"Oh ok, well then I promise not to disappoint you and you dont have to worry about me drinking on the job, I'm more of a smoker than a drinker" Jackie said reassuringly"So when do I start."

"Right now" Maggie said "But its only 8AM dont bars usually open at like 6 or 7" Jackie asked confusingly.

"Oh honey not in this town, alcohol is kinda the only thing they have" Maggie said in a tone that was meant to sound jokingly, but something told Jackie that she was serious.

So for the next few hours Jackie worked as a bartender. She met all kinds of different people including some of the regulars. But it wasn't until 6PM when Jackie met the rest of the Bennett family.

Jackie had looked up from her place at the bar and saw three men walk in. The first one being an old man who looked to be in his 70s he full head of white hair and a white moustache, a khaki green button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans with muddy boots. He had remained her of Mr Forman on account of him having a natural scowl on his face. The second man was tall and build, his face was very sculpted with refined features such as a builded jaw line, he had brown hair and a backwards red cap on, a blue and red check shirt with a grey shirt underneath, black jeans and a pair of muddy uggs that he could NOT pull off. He remained her of Kelso due to the goofy look on his face and the build of his body. The third man had her doing a double take, he looked so much like steven it was almost if he was right there. He had a full head of curly hair (although alot more tame than Stevens) and a bushy beard with squirted blue eyes, he had a light brown leather jacket with a red shirt on, navy blue jeans , with a pair of muddy cowboy boots? Seriously did these men not have any sense of fashion.

"Seriously I cant even shut a truck door right" the second man said flabbergasted. "I'm sure you could why you choose not to is beyond me" the first man replied patronisingly.

Judging by the tone of the conversation Jackie could only assume they were having a fight and honestly the old man reminded her so much of Red Forman that she was waiting for a 'Dumbass' or a 'foot up the ass' comment. Also both men had thick southern accent to them, like Maggie so she assumed they were from around here.

That was when the steven look alike spoke up." Hey, I'm gonna hit the bar. But in case you guys run out of things to fight about.." He paused as if he were about to reveal something important."Colt's Jean's cost 85 bucks" He said as he took his leave. His voice sounded almost like Steven's just older and had a southern accent to it.

As Jackie seen him approaching the bar she turned around and pretended to not have been ease dropping on their conversation.

I will post an update here and on fanfiction.net, hoped everyone liked it.

#that 70s show #jackie burkhart #the range

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dreamcatcherfication · 5 years ago

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The Queens of London Part 6 - What Am I To Do With My Life?

Man, I wrote this at like... 1 AM and it shows, it really shows.

Hello everyone, welcome back! I know it’s been a while (2 weeks!) since I’ve posted another chapter for this fic, but I got really busy with a bunch of other stuff, so it kept getting pushed back. I know you guys are used to getting pampered with new fics coming out everyday, but I still have a lot of stuff to balance, and sometimes my longer fics get put on hold as I get things back on track. But not to worry, we’re here now, and I’m not abandoning this fic! I didn’t get to edit this chapter, so I’m going to post it unedited and I’ll go back through and edit it later today when I have time. I hope you enjoy this part and that it suffices for a 1 AM keyboard smash. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, my body is on fire and yes that can be interpreted figuratively or literally.

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Trigger Warnings: Depression, feelings of worthlessness, self destructive thoughts

Kat was sitting on her couch, legs curled up to her chest and a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. She was in her pajamas and her hair was a complete mess. Kat’s guitar was leaning against the wall, it’s chords unused and forgotten. After her failure with the queens, it had been impossible for Kat to find it in herself to get up and street perform during the day. She couldn’t go out and watch Jane walk by. She couldn’t perform knowing that she had let down the people who had been depending so heavily on her.

It should’ve been obvious to her this whole time. Kat knew from the start she wasn’t a queen, nor was she a lady. She was in way over her head, that much had always been clear. But after the party at Henry’s house, it was practically spelled out in glittering letters for Kat. She didn’t belong. Never had, never would. Plain and simple. So why should she try?

The depressive haze had taken over Kat’s body as she sat in a ball on the couch, her eyes blankly staring at the wall. She didn’t have a television, so all she could look at was the moldy walls that housed her. It was disgusting to her, the life she lived, but it was all she had. To believe, even for a second, that she could trade it for fancy suits and lavish parties…

Kat was naive to think anything would change. She knew better now. She knew that she couldn’t keep this charade up, and she certainly wasn’t cut out to be a queen. Not now, not ever.

The knock on the door wasn’t enough to shake Kat out of her blank staring. She didn’t answer it, choosing to stay silent and still. There was rustling on the other side of the door before the lock clicked and it opened up.

Walking into the room with a small bag, Anne frowned at Kat’s appearance. “Kat, why are you in your pajamas, we got a meeting tonight?”

Shrugging, Kat barely reacted to Anne’s question. She hummed something noncommittal and squeezed herself tighter into a ball. “Kat, come on,” Anne set the bag down and moved over to her cousin. “You can’t just wallow here for eternity.”

“Yes I can,” Kat mumbled before groaning and unfurling herself. “Just go away Anne.”

Sitting down on the couch, Anne flicked some lint off the crusty plush furtniture. “I’m not going to leave you here alone. Tell me what’s up?”

Dropping her eyes, Kat sighed. Without looking in Anne’s eyes, she answered, “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

Not believing it for a second, Anne moved closer to the teen. “Come on, I can tell that something’s up. You can tell me.” “Why?” Kat glared at her own hands defensively. “So you can make fun of me?”

“I won’t make fun of you,” Anne argued, almost putting her hand on Kat’s back but thinking better of it. “Promise. Cross my heart.”

Kat didn’t trust Anne’s words, but she spilled anyway. “I’m a failure. I let you and the others down. I haven’t belonged here since day one and I’ve only made things worse and harder for you all. I shouldn’t be here.”

Letting the words bounce off her, Anne huffed. “Come on now, that’s not true. We knew from the start it would be hard, none of this is your fault. And I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Anne paused dramatically before continuing, “None of us belong. None of us are really friends - except Cathy and Aragon, and each of our ladies. We’re all struggling Kat, not just you.”

Anne’s confession made Kat feel slightly better, but it was still overshadowed by her fear and doubt. “But at least you all have a reason, a motivation. Something important that you contribute. I’m nobody.”

“And yet you’re perfect,” Anne assured her. “When you watch a spy movie, does the government pick that famous billionaire or the naive looking ‘newbie’ to go undercover.”

Kat shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever been able to see a spy movie.”

“Okay -” Anne reiterated, “What I’m trying to say is being ‘nobody’ is exactly what we need. You’re practically invincible if you can’t be tracked down. You’re special Kat, far more special than any of us.”

The words sunk into Kat’s skin, even though she tried to keep them out. Kat wanted to say that she was worthless, because it was easier to hate herself than to look into Anne’s eyes and believe her promises. “I’m going to quit.” The forcefulness of her statement surprised Kat herself, but she held firm. Even when Anne gave her a pleading face, Kat didn’t budge. “I’m going to tell them the truth and I’m going to quit.”

Scrambling for a reply, Anne stood up. “At least come to tonight's meeting. Sit through the meeting and make your decision by the end. If you still want to back out, then I won’t stop you. But please, at least think about staying?”

Kat nodded, although internally she had already made up her mind. There was no way she was going to let the queens convince her to stay. Standing up to go change out of her pajamas, Kat froze a few steps away from Anne. “What’s in the bag you brought?”

“Hmm?” Anne turned her head to the bag. “Oh, nothing much. Just some food I bought from Tescos for you.”

Biting her lip, Kat went into her room and grabbed a change of clothes. She muttered lowly enough that Anne couldn’t hear, “I don’t need your pity,” as she got ready.

The familiar table sent shivers up Kat’s spine as Aragon went over the recap of the failed party. Kat was drowning out the woman’s voice, her shoulders hunched in as she waited for it to end. It felt like all the women were staring at her, blaming her for what had happened. It was all too much, but Kat wouldn’t let herself break down in front of them. She would keep her Katherine Brandon facade for one more night, and then it would end.

“We’ve got some news,” Joan spoke up when Aragon was done. “Maria’s been spending some time creating a code, and she’s finally ready to share.”

Maria made her way to the head of the table and set her hands down. “Yesterday we only had a single earpiece for Cathy, but Maggie’s been making sure we get them for each and every one of you. It took some time, but I’ve figured out the best way we can interact with each other using these. It’s going to seem quite simple, but it’s actually extraordinary. You see, each of you are assigned a number, and with those numbers, we and your fellow queens can contact you.”

“Interesting,” Anna stuck out her bottom lip in appreciation.

Leaning forward, Jane asked, “So what are our numbers?”

“Very basic,” Maria explained, “Aragon is one.” The CEO nodded. “Anne is two.”

Blanching, Anne rocked in her seat. “Really, I’m second to Aragon?”

Narrowing her eyes, Maria shook her head. “It’s not a contest of who’s better. The numbers are a timeline. You’re all arranged in the order in which you met Henry.”

Freezing, Kat set her eyes on the table. She was being put in this pattern that didn’t even apply to her. She was going to mess it up in a matter of minutes when she revealed herself. Anne shot Kat a glance across the table, but the girl missed it. “Three, Jane Seymour.” There was no reaction on Jane’s face, but behind her eyes there was a flash of pain. Maria continued, “Four, Anna.” The German woman tipped an imaginary hat. “Five, Kat.”

Acting like she had expected it in the first place, Kat nodded not particularly caring about her number. She would be five for five minutes, and then it wouldn’t matter. “And Cathy, number six. Whenever we address you in code, it will be using these numbers,” Maria finished.

“Sounds good to me,” Cathy affirmed. “I think that’s the last thing we had planned for tonight. If anyone has anything else to share, please do.”

Nervously, Anne watched Kat. The teen was psyching herself up, preparing for her admittal. Opening her mouth, Kat’s opening words were drowned out by Anna’s much stronger voice. “Actually, I do.”

“Anna,” Bessie warned as if she knew what was about to happen.

Shutting her mouth, Kat let the other woman talk first. “I was delivering a suit to Henry this morning, checking up on him after the party. He had a terrible hangover and straight up told Bessie and me that he’s going to be stuck at his office from tomorrow night through the morning.”

Standing up as well, Aragon scratched her nails on the table. “Did he seem suspicious of you at all?”

“Not one bit,” Anna spoke proudly. “We’re safe, for now. It didn’t even seem like he remembered anything from last night, so Kat’s still in the perfect position to sneak in and get the evidence we need. We aren’t finished.”

Breath hitching, Kat watched her hands. Her cover wasn’t blown? She could still… she could still do her job? If there was any way she could make up for what she ruined… “I’m in,” Kat shot up out of her chair, making a split second decision.

Anne’s mouth opened in shock when she saw Kat’s determination return to her eyes. Kat wasn’t done yet. “That’s good, because we’ll need you now more than ever,” Anna addressed Kat.

“What exactly are you saying Anna?” Jane questioned.

Smirking, Anna cracked her knuckles. “I’m saying it’s time for some good old fashioned breaking and entering.”

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admiralty-xfd · 5 years ago

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I wonder what is Bill's opinion about Scully's runaway with Mulder and then living with him. Ohhh and what he thinks about William

Hi, anon! I don’t think he liked it very much. At all. I’ve written a scene post-IWTB where I tackle this and I’ll include it here for your reading pleasure. (Source: This Woman’s Work).

It rarely snowed this time of year in DC, but as Scully looked out the front window of her mother’s house she could see it beginning. A white Christmas, in spite of everything. It felt like a sign of something hopeful.

Mulder came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “Your mom says dinner is ready,” he said into her ear. She had no intention of moving an inch, and he stood there with her, both of them just watching the first few flakes begin to fall.

“We haven’t had a white Christmas in twenty years,” Scully observed.

“Really? Is this Fun Weather Facts with Dr. Scully?” Mulder chuckled.

She gently elbowed him in the chest. “It’s true. My mom and I were talking about it earlier. Seems so right that it would happen this year. It’s like a fresh start for us.”

She took his hand and held it close to her heart, closing her eyes and taking it all in. They were free, and safe. The FBI wasn’t after him anymore. He’d proposed to her in the Maldives. They married shortly after.

He was her husband now. Mulder.

“I just want to enjoy this,” she told him. “Everything feels perfect right now.”

“It really does,” he agreed. “It’s a nice change.” He leaned around to kiss her temple.

“Is Bill behaving himself?” she ventured, not really wanting to know the answer. She felt him shrug.

“He’s Bill. He hates me.”

She laughed. “Tara and Matty like you. My mom likes you.” She turned around in his arms and kissed him softly, slowly. “I like you.”

“Matty only likes me because of the Sasquatch.”

Scully smiled. Mulder had picked out the stuffed animal and it had ended up being her nephew’s favorite present, much to Bill Jr.’s annoyance.

“Kids are easy,” he continued. “Big brothers are impossible.”

She didn’t say anything, cognizant that Mulder must be thinking about Samantha. She knew Mulder put up with Bill’s nonsense as best as he could, but it still irked her. It probably always would.

“Shall we?” he offered his arm and she took it.

Maggie settled everyone into their seats and dinner began. After a couple courses, the topic of Mulder and Scully’s engagement came up. It had been a long time since they’d seen Bill’s family, and hadn’t had the chance to talk about it with them yet.

“So, Fox- I mean, Mulder,” Tara corrected herself. “Maggie mentioned you said you’d asked Dana several times before she said yes. How’d you finally do it?”

“Well, she was just waiting for the right moment, I think,” he smiled. “I’m sure she knew deep down I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Maggie and Tara laughed. Bill cleared his throat loudly and looked at his plate, not making eye contact with anyone.

“Anyway, we were in the Maldives. I had promised to take her somewhere… far away. We haven’t really had a chance to go on vacation before.”

“Hmph.” Bill snorted. “Wonder why that was?”

Scully glared at him. Mulder politely ignored him, or at least tried to, as he usually did, and continued with the story.

“We wanted to find a place that was as far away from… well, here, as we could get. We took a globe and found the spot that came as close to matching that description as we could and we both said ‘that’s the place.’”

She put her hand on his thigh underneath the table. As far away from the darkness as they could get. He’d delivered on that promise, in full.

“We were just lying there on the beach and I knew it was time,” he said, and looked over at her. They rarely had the opportunity to be affectionate with one another around other people. It was unusual, but to Scully, it felt good. “I was right, too, because she said yes.”

“I didn’t say yes,” Scully shook her head and sipped her wine. “I believe what I actually said was ‘okay.’”

Maggie and Tara laughed again, and Mulder nodded, conceding that point.

“Okay, true. But you still ended up marrying me, so the joke’s on you, Scully.” He grinned at her and she smiled back. “We went down to the courthouse as soon as we got home.”

“So... you two kind of had your honeymoon before your wedding,” Tara pointed out.

“We did everything else backwards, so we figured why break with tradition?” Mulder replied.

He winked at Scully and all she could do was gaze at him; her partner Mulder, who, against every possible likely outcome was somehow now her husband, here in her mother’s house on Christmas. Mulder as a husband was something she’d never really pictured and now here he was, a reality.

“This is so wonderful,” Maggie said, clasping her hands together. “I’m so happy you and your family were able to make it up from San Diego this year, Bill. What an amazing gift to have you all here, and now that both Dana and Fox are in the mix again it truly feels like a real family gathering for the first time in a long time.”

She put her hand on Matthew’s head and ruffled his hair. “And having my grandson here is just icing on the cake!”

Bill piped up again. “Would have had one more around the table, too, if things had gone differently.”

The room went dead silent. A chill ran up Scully’s spine. Her body tensed, and Mulder noticed. His hand immediately went to hers underneath the table and held it tight. She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. But Mulder could.

“What did you say?” he challenged.

“I think you heard me,” Bill replied. His face looked so goddamn smug Scully wondered if he actually got some kind of sick pleasure out of hurting her this way.

She knew Bill's comment was less about William and more about Mulder. She was so tired of this endless one-way battle her brother had waged against Mulder since the day he met him. He had endured Bill’s bullshit with dignity for years. She’d always assumed Mulder was just trying to keep the peace and she was grateful for that; most of the time he’d been in attendance as her partner, or as her friend. She knew it must have been awkward for him.

But now, however, it seemed to Scully like he’d had enough. Maybe it was the freeing knowledge that she was now his wife; their relationship had never been so clearly defined within the walls of the Scully home. Or maybe it was because Bill’s snide comment had been about William, the most painful topic he could possibly have dredged up.

More than likely, it was just that smug fucking expression on Bill’s face that did it. For the first time ever, it seemed Mulder wasn't going to let Bill get away with his behavior.

“What’s your problem, Bill? Why would you say something like that?” Mulder asked.

Bill shrugged. “I’m just calling it like I see it.”

Mulder looked him dead in the eyes. “Well, the way I see it is you’re an asshole. Why would you want to hurt your sister like that? And on Christmas? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Scully could see her mother tense up out of the corner of her eye. Tara put her fork down and corralled Matthew out of the dining room, knowing this wasn’t leading anywhere child-friendly.

“You’ve given me a hard time for years," Mulder continued. "I’ve stayed quiet because to be honest, I think I’ve deserved a lot of it. But Dana doesn’t deserve this vitriol, not from you.”

Bill was clearly in the mood for a fight. “She had to give away her own kid. Because of you. All of it is because of you.”

Scully had tried to explain her decision regarding William to Bill, she really had. Nowhere in her explanation had Mulder’s name even come up. It didn’t matter to her brother, maybe it never would. He’d never accept Mulder into their family, not ever.

“It was a very difficult time, for both of us-” Mulder began to explain.

“Why are you still here? Hanging around with my sister? You don’t work together anymore. She’s paid her dues with you, more than paid them. What more can you possibly want from her?”

Mulder stood up then, and glared at his brother-in-law. Scully didn’t want this to escalate any further. She reached for his hand and pulled softly.

“It’s okay, Mulder. Just leave it.”

“No,” he said. “It’s not okay. It’s not okay at all.” He turned his attention back to Bill. “I don’t want anything from your sister. Why is she still with me? Because I asked her to be with me and she said yes. I don’t feel like I should have to tell you this, Bill, but you should support your sister when she’s in pain, not make it worse.”

The air was as tense as Scully had ever felt it, and there had been many a tense evening in this house.

“My sister was taken from me when I was just a kid. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about her, and wish I could have her back for just one more day,” Mulder revealed. He’d never talked about Samantha to her family before. She was fairly sure they knew, but him bringing it up made it more real.

Bill had the good grace to appear chastised, at least for the moment.

“I know you lost a sister too, Bill. Believe me. I don’t want you to lose another one.”

Scully pulled on his hand again and he sat.

“Bill, enough is enough. This has to stop,” her mother finally spoke. “Fox isn’t going anywhere, and as long as you’re in my house I’d ask you to show him the same respect you’d give any member of our family.”

Bill looked at his mother, silently stood up, threw his napkin on the table and left the room. Everyone listened as he grabbed his coat and his keys and waited for the door to slam. Tara spoke first, having left Matthew in the other room with his Legos.

“I’m so sorry about him. I don’t know why he won’t just let all this go.”

Mulder shook his head. “No, I’m sorry for causing drama every time I come over. I wish I could set it all right again.”

Maggie turned to Mulder. “Fox, you are as much a part of this family as Bill is. You have every right to be here. And you have nothing to apologize for.”

Mulder smiled at her and Scully squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“Thanks, Mrs. Scully.”

“And we’ve known each other for a long time. I think of you as my own son. If you’re comfortable, I’d like it if you called me Maggie, okay?”

Scully felt Mulder twitch involuntarily, sensing the enormity of the moment. He appeared touched. Perhaps it was because he’d lost his own mother years ago. Perhaps it was because Maggie had stood up for him the way she did. Maybe it was only because it was Christmas. But what Mulder said next surprised her.

“Thanks, Mom,” he smiled.

Maggie smiled back, tears in her eyes. Scully felt like the watch they’d bought her for Christmas no longer mattered; this was the gift she’d really wanted.

***

“I don’t think you’ve ever been upstairs in my mom’s house, have you, Mulder?”

“No, I don’t think I have,” he said.

She led him down the hallway. “We moved here from Annapolis just after high school,” she explained. “I lived here while I was at UMD.”

She pushed one of the bedroom doors open. “We’re staying in here.”

She gave him a mischievous grin and pulled him inside. The bedroom door closed and Mulder pushed her back against it. Their lips met and he took her hands in his, moving them up above her head and holding them there.

“Are you telling me young college coed Dana Katherine Scully used to sleep in this room?”

“Not this room,” she mumbled into his mouth. “This was where Bill stayed, actually.”

He pulled back, his face already flushed, and gave her that look that made her feel her heart beating throughout her entire body. “Oh, is that so?”

Scully nodded, licking her lips. Her mother had turned this room into a guest room long ago, but the information seemed pertinent at the moment.

She closed her eyes and shuddered as his mouth moved to her earlobe and whispered softly. “I think I know a great way to stick it to him, Scully.”

“What, you want to have sex in my brother’s old room?”

“I was going to suggest sugar in his gas tank but your idea sounds more fun.”

She smiled and he released her hands, reached under her backside and lifted her up into him, pushing her backwards so she was wedged between him and the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her again, his tongue moving against hers in a rhythm they both knew by heart. God, he was so good at this. So good. They’d honed and perfected this particular dance so well he knew every little thing she wanted, responded to every urge she had whether she asked or not. He’d made it a personal quest of his over the past few years. It was times like these she stopped being annoyed by his obsessive nature and just fucking loved him for it.

He walked backwards to the bed, with her still wrapped around him, and sat down on the edge. Her hands were gripping his hair and she was practically mauling his face. Thinking about how he’d finally given Bill a taste of his own medicine and how he’d done it all for her got her incredibly turned on. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit she’d gotten a little thrill when he’d referred to her as Dana, too. It rarely happened.

“I’ve never had sex in this house before,” she breathed into his ear. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to my old bedroom instead?”

He shook his head. “Defiling your brother’s old bed sounds more fun, doesn’t it?” He started to unzip the back of her dress and she shifted her body to better sit in his lap, pulling the dress up around her waist.

“I don't actually think this is his, I’m pretty sure my mom replaced it at some point.”

“Hmm. Oddly enough, I am undeterred. We can do it in your bedroom next Christmas.”

“Thanksgiving is sooner,” she smiled as his lips captured hers again. For a few minutes they made out like teenagers and she reveled in how good it still felt to do that. Maybe it was because they’d denied themselves this physical affection for so many years, but even the foreplay was always a wonderful journey for them. And it always built to something even more amazing than before. It seemed like each and every time was better than the last. They’d certainly been blessed in that regard, she thought, as his hands slipped inside the back of her dress, exploring.

She wanted to focus on his touch but the conflict downstairs was still on her mind. “He’s such a fucking asshole, Mulder,” she said between kisses. “Why do you put up with that? Why would you even come here with me?”

His eyes softened and he leaned back to look at her. “Because your mom invited me.” He kissed her again behind her ear. “I have a soft spot for you Scully women.”

“You know what would be really scandalous?” she offered. It was something she’d always wanted to try during sex, and they never had. She could hardly believe it, now that she thought about it.

“You mean, besides what we’re already doing right now? Lay it on me.” He started to pull her dress down over her shoulders, kissing them as he did so.

“Well, we’re in my mother’s house, in my brother’s old room, on Christmas, and my family is downstairs.”

“Exactly,” he murmured into her hair. “That’s varsity-level, Scully. What could be more scandalous?”

She put her hands on either side of his face and held his forehead to hers. She kissed him purposefully, then whispered it into his ear.

“Call me Dana.”

He pulled away, looking at her, and raised an eyebrow. “That is scandalous.” He tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear and grinned. “Have you been holding out on me? Is this some deep, dark fantasy you’ve never told me about?”

“No, actually,” she said, blushing a bit. “Honestly I always thought it might be weird. But I’m curious.”

“Now I am, too,” he admitted. He slipped a finger underneath her bra strap and gently pulled and released, snapping it. His voice dropped an octave. “Okay. Dana.”

Something fluttered deep inside her. It was a strange sensation, which she could identify as arousal but there was something else. They were already as close a pair as could possibly exist, she knew this. But something about doing something new that involved her given name made her feel like they’d taken a step even closer to each other. That alone was a huge turn on.

Who was she kidding? Anything that came out of his mouth was a turn on, especially during sex.

She wanted to laugh that something so ordinary like being called by her first name could be so scandalous. She closed her eyes and enjoyed this odd feeling of being normal with Mulder. Suddenly she wanted to get a step even closer. She didn’t know what he would think but from the state of his own arousal which she could feel beneath her, she figured the odds were good he wouldn’t deny her anything at the moment.

"Can I call you Fox?”

He closed his eyes, considering it. “Just this once,” she clarified. “Just tonight.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and then leaned in and bit his lower lip to sweeten the deal.

He was quiet for a second, then: “You can call me whatever the hell you want, as long as you keep doing that.”

She laughed and he laughed and it was one of those perfect moments she knew she’d always remember, in spite of the dust up with Bill, and in spite of everything else they’d been through. Right now, with him, she was perfectly happy.

“I love you,” he said. It was as if he knew just then this was an important moment for them, too.

“I love you too, Mulder,” she whispered. Then she grabbed him by the sides of his face and looked him directly in the eye, smiling mischeviously. “Now fuck me in my brother’s old room.”

“Whatever you say, Dana,” he grinned as she pushed him backwards onto the bed.

***

She awoke with his arms around her. It was just after midnight. It occurred to her that, other than the Maldives, it had been years since she’d woken up in a bed that wasn’t their own.

It smelled like home in here, and she smiled. It was a happy memory, and combining the scent with the feel of Mulder’s arms surrounding her made her even happier.

Suddenly thirsty, she slipped out of his arms quietly and threw on her robe to go downstairs.

As she got to the bottom of the stairs she stood looking at the tree for a bit, remembering Christmases past, so many happy memories from back when things were simple.

She thought about her father, but mostly she missed Melissa. She smiled, thinking of a conversation they’d had long ago about Mulder. It made her feel a twinge of sadness that Missy wasn’t here now, to see how right she’d been about the two of them. To laugh with them and be an ally in the face of all of Bill’s nonsense.

Just then she noticed Bill, through the window, sitting on the porch. She wondered how long he’d been out there in the cold.

She threw on her mother’s overcoat, hanging by the front door, and went out to sit with him. It was freezing outside, and Scully shivered and wondered how quickly she’d regret this decision.

“Have you been out here the whole time?” she asked him.

Bill puffed on a cigar. “No. Drove around a bit. Went to Spanky’s for a drink.”

“It was open? On Christmas?”

“You’d be surprised,” he said, staring straight ahead.

She wasn’t out here to make small talk. She wanted them to be okay. This all seemed so silly. They were family, after all.

Bill shook his head, staring straight forward. “I just don’t get it, Dana. What is it about that guy? What do you see in him? What could possibly make all this worth it?”

Scully wanted him to understand. What could she possibly say that could make him okay with all this? She could think of only one thing to say, something she’d never had the confidence to say to him before.

“We love each other,” she said, as she tilted her head to look at him. Bill still didn’t turn, and just sighed.

After a couple minutes of silence, the chill in the air started to get to her. “We don’t get many chances in life to do the right thing," she said to him. "We can try, but there just isn’t enough time.” He still wouldn’t face her.

“Look at me, Bill,” she said. He finally did. “This is it. We are all we have. Dad is gone, Melissa is gone. William is gone. Charlie is… who knows where.” Tears started to form in her eyes. “You, me, Mom. That’s it.”

He kept looking at her but still said nothing.

“And Mulder didn’t give up our child, Bill. It was my decision. If you want to hate someone, if you want to blame someone, make it me.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry I did.”

She could see his eyes starting to soften and wondered if something had gotten through.

“I was angry when Melissa was killed,” he admitted. “I wanted to blame someone, and I didn’t want it to be you. So I blamed him. Then everything that happened to you… I feel like so much changed. He’s the cause. He’s the cause of all of it.”

“Bill, you have to know Mulder didn’t ask for any of this. Especially what happened to me, and our sister. He’s lost more than you know.”

“I do know that, Dana. But you deserve better than him.”

Scully wondered if that were true. She came to the conclusion instantly that even if it were, it wouldn’t matter. “You don’t have to worry about me, you know. I’m happy. He makes me happy.”

She knew he’d never approve of Mulder, she’d never get him there. But if they could get to a place where they could have some peace, she’d be content with that.

“You once said to me we have a responsibility not only to ourselves but to the people in our lives,” she continued. “You may not like it, but he’s in my life too. He is a person in my life. And I have a responsibility to him.”

He said nothing more. Things may never get to where she wanted them; there was too much anger there, too much animosity. But she’d said what she’d needed to say.

She sighed and got up. “It’s cold, I’m going inside.” He turned away again to look out at the street. As she reached the door she turned back to look at him and was struck by how much he looked like her father, sitting in his chair, smoking a cigar.

She smiled at the memory. Then she opened the door and went inside where it was warm, where Mulder’s arms would be waiting for her.

Two months later, Bill and his family were stationed in Germany. They rarely crossed paths again.

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Surviving The Walking Dead - Truth (Chapter 20)

Author: @stilessdylanobae-ddixonlove

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Lydia, Magna, Negan, Beta, Alpha, Whisperer Terry, Whisperer Ben, Evan, Maggie Rhee, Ezekiel, Judith Grimes, RJ Grimes, Yumiko and Reader.

Summary: Y/n struggles with new and old feelings as her and Magna attempt to escape the Whisperers. Negan gives an epic apology and Daryl recovers from his wounds.

Note: All you who wanted to see more of Y/n and Negan, you’ll like this chapter. <3

Though the story line is greatly different and many changes have been made, a small amount of the dialogue in this chapter is the same as or is very similar to those that took place in AMC’s The Walking Dead Season 10 Episode 11. I do NOT take credit for those.

Warning: Cursing, violence, sexual content, threatening dialogue, painful triggers/loss, vulgar remarks and quite a bit of fluff.

Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One

Lydia had just barely managed to pull Daryl from the old gas station and into the woods, as he was in and out of consciousness. They stumbled through the trees, where he finally collapsed underneath the trunk of a very large one. Luckily, it was out far enough from the recent danger. Lydia quickly tore off a piece of her blue and baggy long sleeve shirt and tied it around his bleeding thigh as tightly as her hands would allow. Daryl looked to her and only saw one thing; you. Things were blurry and the world was spinning, but he saw you none the less.

As he tried to keep his eyes open, he called out your name in his compromised mental state. “Y/n.” He mumbled, his voice fading as he finally lost control and let go of the world around him once again.

Everything went black.

Several hours later, Daryl woke in a panic. His head felt somewhat normal again after he recovered from all the blood loss.

Lydia put her hand on his chest to calm him and to force him to stay sitting. “Easy.” She said. He slowed his breathing and watched her tearing away anxiously at a pile of leaves in front of where she sat.

“How long have I been asleep?” Daryl questioned.

“Most of the day.”

He squinted his eyes at her in wonder, still feeling rather weak. “And you were just out here?” He asked.

“Yeah I left Alexandria, couldn’t stand it. I want to help. So I was watching you and then I was watching them. And then I was watching you and my mom.” She admitted, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Did you kill her?” Daryl asked, knowing Alpha wasn’t in the best shape either the last he saw of her.

“If it was your dad could you have?” She replied, her deep brown eyes quickly moving back and forth between his hooded blue ones.

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You had found it. The secret route the Whisperers would take in and out of the mine. It was well hidden, the entrance was small, very dark and behind a large boulder that took a lot of man power to move. You’d just traveled through it with them-still at the end of a rope, still their hostage. The outside world was blinding to your adjusting eyes. You were forced to sit in the dirt beside Magna as the two of you watched Beta pace uncomfortably in front of the caves. He was getting nervous.

“Somethings wrong. Alpha should’ve been here already and now he’s losing it.” You noted. Magna nodded in agreement while Negan leaned against a tree waiting and watching, unsure what the brute would want to do next without his leader to decide for him.

“Maybe you should go looking for her.” Negan suggested, trying to conjure up his own plan. Beta growled at him. “I mean, something obviously is keeping them.”

“Stop talking.” Beta enforced. Negan frowned. He hated how quiet these people were all the time. They didn’t talk or engage in each other at all. Truthfully, he was going a little crazy by the uncomfortable silence.

Magna watched the exchange, trying to prevent herself from wanting her fate to rest in Negan’s hands. She still couldn’t stand the guy but a part of her wondered if he’d be the cause of your escape and survival. “What’s he doing?” Magna leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Fishing for a way to help us I imagine.” You responded. “He owes me.”

“I can’t believe he joined them. What do you think they’re up to? Are they gonna attack?” She wondered out loud.

“They’re gathering up the herd, so probably.” You both sighed, ultimately being distracted from your conversation by the sudden commotion of someone else’s. Beta was leaving.

“But, what about them?” One Skin asked, short in height and hiding behind his mask. He pointed to you and Magna.

“I don’t care!” Beta hollered, taking off with only a select few.

“I’ll watch them.” Negan offered. Beta shrugged it off as a few more of their people followed him back to the road. You rolled your eyes, unamused by whatever he had up his sleeve. He came and knelt down in front of you, smiling from ear to ear. “He may be big but he’s dumber than a god damn post.” He chuckled to himself.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, looking up to see the other less important Whisperers that stayed behind staring at the three of you endlessly. “You can’t help us. If they come back and we’re gone, they’ll know you can’t be trusted and our entire plan is ruined.” You said quietly. Magna instantly turned to you in question. She furrowed her brow and waited for more information.

“So what, you want me to let you die?” Negan said quietly but with more frustration in his voice.

“If that’s what it takes.” You answered while Magna shook her head intensely.

“Well that’s not gonna happen, obviously.” Negan scowled at you, noticing something was different. You didn’t have your usual spunk or determination. Your sparkling personality was immensely lacking.

“She doesn’t mean that. And what plan? Will someone tell me what’s happening?” Magna insisted. You shushed her, firmly placing your hand on her arm and lightly shaking your head. She huffed in response.

Negan stood and spun around, anxiously rubbing his hands together. “Well, everyone’s gotta piss at some point right? We’ll be right back.” He told his fake ally’s and grabbed the rope that was still attached to the both of you where your hands were tied. “Well come on then, we got shit to do.” Negan pulled forcefully. He brought you around the corner and further into the bushes to speak freely. The wind blew through your long y/h/c hair as you all came to an abrupt stop. “If you really do have to go, now’s the time.” Negan smiled as he tilted his head to further gawk at you. “Still wearing those pretty pink panties?” He teased. Magna’s eyes grew wide and you deadpanned him. Once again taking note of his infamous leather jacket he wore, much cleaner than the last time you’d saw him. Maybe the Whisperers had finally stopped testing him and let him in, it was a good sign. His hair was nicely pushed back and his smile was bright. He was handsome but he was still Negan.

“I’m serious. They will kill you before you are able to kill her.” You insisted, letting Magna in on the plan since not having another choice. She let her mouth gape open in surprise and tried to hide it as she brought her tied hands up to scratch her nose, awkwardly.

“You really are a genius.” She put together. Negan winked.

“You can’t say anything to anyone.” You told her.

She huffed again. “Who the hell am I gonna tell when we’re clearly gonna die out here?”

Negan was trying to think on his toes, trying to ensure that wouldn’t happen. “Ladies, we don’t have long before someone comes checking in on us, so-”

“So, nothing. I told you they will kill you and this will have been for nothing.” You interrupted.

“Are you saying you care about what happens to me now? Or is this all still just part of your plan to save the folks back home?” Negan harassed. You locked eyes with him as he leaned in closer and watched your chest as it began to rise and fall heavily. He was making you more uncomfortable than the life threatening situation you were in. “Relax. I’ll be fine. And so will you.” Negan told you, placing his hand on yours and sliding his small pocket knife against your palm and within your grasp.

Magna watched closely. “Smooth.” She admitted. Negan kept his eyes on only you as you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his need to protect you.

“When the time is right.” He said, squeezing your hand and then letting go to take you back to the caves entrance. He shoved you back down where you sat before and tied your rope around a tree. Then he made his way back over to the group of Whisperers who were still awaiting the return of their leader.

“I get it now.” Magna said, blinking her eyes continuously at you. You turned to her, overly frustrated and confused. “He’s in love with you.” She pointed to where he stood with his arms crossed.

“What?” You hollered. “Negan doesn’t love anyone. He’s too in love with himself.” You grimaced.

Magna stared in disbelief. “Does Daryl know about this plan of yours?”

“No. I didn’t want anyone to know until it was done.” You admitted, looking to the ground with a heavy sigh. “Carol knows because she caught me leaving that night. And now you.” You told her honestly.

Magna readjusted herself, moving her legs out straight in front of her. You rested your hands in your lap, firmly gripping onto the knife Negan gave you. Your wrists were red and sore, as were hers. “What if Negan didn’t have that? Would you really just give up?” She asked you sincerely.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, letting a single tear fall and stain your dirt covered cheek.

“What about your baby?” She asked, concerned. You sniffled, took a big deep breath and thought a moment.

“You were right, I didn’t mean it. Okay?” You told her. She hesitantly nodded, thinking about her own heartache. Wondering whether she was still in a relationship or if she had anyone to go home to. She was sure you at least had that feeling in common.

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About another hour had passed and it was all too quiet now, almost eerie as a heavy fog entered the forest. The sun was going down and it was quickly getting dark. Two men-Whisperers, who’d removed their masks stood guard now which was good because if Negan was the last to be watching you when you escaped he might be blamed. They looked you and Magna up and down for much too long, putting her on edge. She grunted and scowled at them.

“Ugh. Men are pigs.” She noted, disgusted. The taller one with messy long black hair bit his lip as he peered down your tank top. “Why don’t you just kill us already?” She asked, unable to take them staring anymore.

“Maybe we will.” The other man with a short graying beard told her. “Or we could have some fun first.” He grinned. Magna let out an exaggerated gag.

“Like Alpha says, we’re animals.” The black haired man agreed, laughing. Negan shook his head, wanting nothing more than to knock them both out.

“Hey, since when do any of you people talk so much?” He yelled at them. They chuckled.

“Since Alpha and Beta aren’t here to keep them in line. They’re weak, frightened men. That’s all.” You glared up at them while they instantly lost the smiles on their faces. “Don’t listen to them.” You turned to your friend.

Later that same, long night after many Whisperers had finally dozed off, Negan came and sat next to you. It was very dark and very cold. Magna rested her head back against a tree a little ways back and pretended to sleep as well. Your body was shivering uncontrollably now as you began putting Negan’s knife to use, planning to sneak away in the dead of the night. He stopped you though when he suddenly grabbed your hands and brought them to his mouth, blowing his warm breath onto them. You raised your eyebrows, a bit taken back by his kind gesture. You stared into his eyes while he continued to try and warm you. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.” You said, slowly lowering your hands away from him and continuing to cut away at the rope.

“Not gonna say goodbye?” He asked, looking to your hands.

You shook your head, pulling away at the remaining rope and quietly handing the knife off to Magna. “You’re taking too long here.”

“I have to earn her trust. I’m not there yet, why can’t you just trust me?”

“Gee, I don’t know.” You hissed.

“Listen, Y/n. In all seriousness, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re here. I’d much rather you be safe some place far from here.” He told you.

“I know.” You sighed.

“And I’m sorry about everything else. I’m sorry about, you know, them all those years ago.” He said, referring to all the friends and family you lost back at the Sanctuary. You swallowed nervously, never expecting to hear a sincere apology from him. “Being locked up all those years, I had a lot of time to think. And the truth is, I fucked up. A lot. But I was always honest and true to one thing.” He shared, searching your eyes for several minutes before awkwardly looking down to his hands, wringing them uncomfortably. “I promise you now, when this is all done...and I will get it done, that I am indebted to you. Whatever you want, need I’ll get it for you. And I will not harm anyone that means something to you. Ever.”

“I wish I could believe you.” You gulped.

“I’ve never lied to you.” He quickly replied, smiling at you. He could see it on your face. Your cheeks red, your eyes glossy and your expression stoic. You cared for him, it wasn’t just about using him to save the others. “There’s a shack of some sort a few miles north from here. An old cabin more like, if you need some place to stop and rest. No one here knows about it to my knowledge. You’ll be safe there.” He stood up and reached his hand down to help you up. You looked at him the way you hadn’t looked at him since the beginning. It warmed his troubled soul. “They are gunning for Hilltop. Warn them.” He whispered.

You nodded. “I still have to see this thing through. If you are able to get away for a minute to update me, meet me there.” You asked just as Magna stood up, now fully free of her ropes as well. He agreed and turned to walk away. “Negan.” You stopped him. “Try to meet me there. So I know you’re okay after we leave here.” You gulped.

He grinned. “Will do, Princess.”

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The following morning, you spotted the cabin deep in the woods that Negan spoke of. He told the truth. You slowly entered it, holding Negan’s pocket knife high in the air; it being your only weapon now.

Magna pulled at some spider webs near the front door as she followed you inside. “What are we doing here?” She asked. “I was all for getting as far away from those freaks as possible. But shouldn’t we warn Hilltop?” She asked.

“Yeah. You have to.”

“What? What about you?” She bellowed.

You shook your head and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not ready to go back. I’m not sure I was before all this. Please go and warn them. You know where I am.”

“Y/n, Daryl thinks you’re dead.” She firmly pointed out.

You shrugged. “So tell him I’m not. By the time anyone comes looking for me again, it’ll all be over. I know it.” She sighed heavily and pulled you in for a hug.

Magna searched your worried eyes, her expression nearly matching yours. “I don’t like a lot of people. You are one of them, so please don’t be stupid.” She begged. You nodded with a smile and hugged her back.

“Go. Seriously.” You grinned and watched her leave on a new mission. Magna had become a friend and you didn’t want to lose that but you were more focused on this plan with Negan than ever.

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Back at the Whisperer camp, Negan woke to find Alpha had returned. Standing in one piece, staring down at him.

“Shit.” Negan jumped. “You shouldn’t wake somebody standing over them like that.” He said, standing up. “Glad to see you’re alright, I was getting worried.” He grinned, flirtatiously.

Alpha scowled at him, raising her right eyebrow and placing her hands behind her back. “Beta tells me we had some stragglers from the caves.” She began. Negan nodded. “Where are they now?”

Negan played dumb. His acting was beyond brilliant. He spun to the tree where your severed ropes still laid on the forest floor. He pointed and then looked back in fake utter confusion. “Terry and his little sidekick were on guard last. Clearly, they did an excellent job of that, damn it. I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed up watching them.” He told her. She eyed him and sighed.

“Fine. We are leaving for Hilltop soon, we will put an end to them there.” She told him. “Help gather the horde.” Negan nodded, secretly terrified she might still suspect him. But for now, he was safe. He still feared he might have to do something extreme to fully earn her trust back.

“I’m ready for my skin suit. I am all in.” Negan told her. “So, let me be in.” He shrugged.

Alpha smiled, gratefully. “Go with Beta. I have a meeting with Ben and Terry.” She smirked, preparing to punish them. Negan was more than okay with letting those perverts take the fall.

By that afternoon, Negan had his mask. He roamed the area watching others collect loads of sap from the surrounding trees. He was bored and pretending to help gather more of the dead to join the herd that would surely take out Hilltop in just a few short hours.

He swung his bat around proudly. “So uh, what’s with the sap? Some sort of fire starter?” He asked Beta who led the group collecting it. But he only grunted in response, always a man of few words.

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Several hours had passed back at Hilltop. Daryl and Lydia had safely returned to rest and allow his leg to heal. They saw Alpha and Beta reunite on their journey home, not knowing they’d just missed you.That evening, he sat alone on a table outside near the line of occupied trailers. He was quietly brooding over his losses while the people slept soundly in their homes with their families. Most of them anyway. He stared into space, lost in thought as Maggie appeared from the shadows and approached him cautiously. She looked down at his wrapped leg. “I’m sorry about before. I don’t want you to get hurt.” She told him.

He sighed as she grabbed his upper arm, squeezing it gently to comfort him. “We’ll have to talk about her, all of it eventually.” Daryl mumbled to her before they both fell distracted by figure running towards them. As he slowed his pace and stopped in front of them, they could now see it was Evan struggling to catch his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Maggie asked, frightened.

“Magna.” He said in between pants. Daryl instantly stood up. “She’s here.” He said, gesturing for them to follow. As the three of them came to the main house, there she was sitting on the steps next to Yumiko. But it was only her-you were no where in sight. Daryl’s heart pounded in his chest as he hesitated to go any farther.

Her face was covered in blood and she instantly felt saddened by the sight of Daryl approaching. “We kept pushing. Searching.” She began, locking eyes with Yumiko. “And then we separated.” She added. “I had to blend in.” She explained how the blood on her face was not her own. “We both got out and were held hostage by the Whisperers. Negan’s with them now.” She let slip out, then hung her mouth open not wanting to say anymore. “They’re coming here. The horde wasn’t far behind me.”

“And Y/n?” Daryl asked with a harsh swallow.

“She told me to come warn you, I don’t know. But she’s alive.” She replied. Daryl let his shoulders fall in relief.

“Get the others. We’ll evacuate the kids first.” Maggie ordered.

“They are too close for that. There’s no way we’d make it anywhere in time.” Magna shook.

“Then we fight.” Lydia appeared out of nowhere. Daryl looked to her and smiled. Both feeling a little better after hearing you were okay.

“Yeah.” He agreed. “You two.” He pointed to Magna and Lydia. “Come with me.” They followed him inside rather quickly. “Wait here, please?” He asked before disappearing up the stairs. Daryl came back with Judith and RJ who’d been staying here the last few days with Aaron and his daughter while Michonne remained at Oceanside. People were panicking, running in and out looking for their loved ones. Daryl caught a glimpse of Ezekiel and called after him, then ran to meet him on the front porch. “I need you to take the three of them to Earl before we start this. Maggie has him watching the rest of the kids.” Ezekiel nodded. “If one of us doesn’t make it out of this fight-”

“Then the other will go find the kids.” The King agreed completely. Daryl patted him on the back in thanks and returned to the living area inside.

Daryl crouched down in front of little Judith. “Promise me something.” He said to her. “If Ezekiel comes to find you after the fight you go with him, again. You and your brother, okay?” Judith hesitantly nodded. “It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m not scared.” She said firmly.

“Maybe I am, a little bit.” Daryl admitted honestly to everyone in the room.

The young girl readjusted her sheriff’s hat and folded her arms tightly across her little chest. “But if I was, maybe I would be scared for RJ because he’s so little.” She sighed.

“I get that.” Daryl replied.

“Maybe I’d be worried about my mom. Or I’d be afraid you’d get hurt and I’d lose you.” She looked to her feet. Daryl leaned in and hugged her tightly as she wiped away a few tears. Daryl rubbed her back gently, feeling torn between her and finding out more about you. He always thought he would never be brave enough to have kids of his own-especially not in this world. But even still, with a father like his and the way he was raised, he never felt like he was good enough. He always figured it would be kinder of him to not. He’d also watched Carol lose not one, but two and he witnessed Rick struggle to keep his safe time and time again before he died. He never felt he had it in him, watching after their kids was hard enough. But when he hugged little Judith just then, thinking about you-something about it instantly felt a little different. For family, for you-with you he would do just about anything. He finally let go and smiled at her, then pointed to Ezekiel. “Wait.” She said, reaching for his vest that sat on the arm of the couch next to Magna. “I made you something. It’s for luck.” She said, holding his iconic leather vest high in the air, showing off her latest art project. She had painted on his missing angel wing. It was different shades of blue and white and matched perfectly, looking better than it ever did.

Daryl smiled uncomfortably. “No way.” He brought his hand to his mouth with a smile. He felt happier than he had in days. “I love it.” He finally said, slipping it back on to wear for the battle, as she clearly intended. “How does it look?” He asked, spinning around to show it off. Judith finally giggled.

“It looks good.” She agreed. He smiled back and got closer, looking the small girl in the eyes.

“Promise?” He asked her again. She nodded. “Give me another hug.” Daryl said as he brought her in close and looked up to Lydia next.

“You too.” Daryl added as he stood up straight, tapping the teens forearm.

She instantly frowned. “What? I saved your life yesterday!” Lydia cried, throwing her arms down to her sides.

“And now I’m saving yours.” He said, pulling her in for a hug. He held her tight, needing to keep her safe from this as well. He knew it would be entirely too much. She let out a big regretful sigh in his ear before finally letting go and leaving with Judith, who took her little brothers hand. Daryl watched them disappear into the night with Ezekiel. He then remained a little dazed, staring long after they’d been gone.

“You aren’t leaving?” Magna asked. Daryl shook his head and limped his way over to sit next to her on the couch for a moment.

“I can’t yet. I’m gonna fight. But before I do that I need you to tell me everything.” Daryl stated. “If Y/n stayed out there and she knows what’s coming, she might do something stupid. Something that gets her killed. Do you know where she is?” He pleaded. She ultimately nodded, trying to decide whether to tell Daryl the entire story.

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callmethehunter · 4 years ago

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Maggie and Robert

Here’s a new chapter! I hope you like it. Thank you to @firethatgrewsolow for feedback and help with editing. As always, there’s a recap of the previous post, followed by the new material. RECAP: After a passionate and funfilled night on the beach with Robert, Maggie now has to face the music…aka her old man, Steve

End of Part 3: As Robert’s silhouette grew smaller in the distance, she knew that she needed to see him again. She simply HAD to see him before he left for the UK on Saturday. He was magical. The passion and connection that she had felt with him during their brief encounter was exactly what was absent with Steve and what she deeply craved.

When she lost all sight of Robert, her eyes swept over the skies. The sun was beginning to rise, dispersing the quiet darkness of the night...a night she would treasure always. She sighed wearily, turning her back to that golden sunrise as she headed back home to a man she did not truly love or even respect.

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Maggie slowly made her way back to the Bahia Mar just as the dawn lightened the skies. It was as if the sun was awakening from the depths of the sea to continue it’s restless journey. There was something about the light and the retreating darkness that made her feel exposed, unable to hide from others or from herself. With each step, closer to Steve, her dread mounted. She replayed the moments with Robert, reliving them as she put one foot in front of the other. It distracted her from the looming anxiety about having to face Steve and explain where she had gone off to the previous evening.

While she believed that honesty was the best recourse, she decided to make an exception in this case. Just this once, she thought. She rationalized that it was none of Steve’s business how she chose to spend her time, given that they weren’t married and he had no claim on her.

They had shacked up for convenience sake. Their initial arrangement had been that each of them paid half of all expenses, which then gradually became Steve paying a larger share. She had quit bartending at the Elbo Room back in January so she could attend community college.

But Maggie knew his cash flow came from dealing in weed and acid, not from a 9 to 5 job. In her opinion, it was easy money since the hippies had started congregating at the northern end of Fort Lauderdale Beach where housing was cheaper, granting Steve access to a booming clientele.

It was the age of tuning in and tuning out. Timothy Leary advocated the use of psychedelics such as acid as a means to spiritual and personal growth. The drugs practically came with an endorsement, for crying out loud and added to the Free Love movement that was spreading like wildfire especially now that the Pill was in greater use. In fact the media was touting last summer of 1967 as the Summer of Love.

Her internal dialogue was interrupted when she heard her name being shouted repeatedly. She spotted Steve sitting in the shiny red Camaro, his prized possession. It was one of the only vehicles in the lot this early in the day. He started the loud engine and practically peeled out of the parking space headed towards her.

Oh fuck!, she cursed under her breath. Here he comes... The smidgeon of peace that had remained from her magical evening with Robert went flying out the window, replaced by a deep annoyance at having to explain herself to Steve.

“What the fuck, Maggie!” Steve barked as he pulled up next to her. “Where have you been all this time? I was worried about you out there trippin’ all by yourself.” He gestured wildly towards the beach. “One minute you were there, then the next time I looked you were gone. Man, I thought you drowned! I sure hope it was worth it to keep me hanging like that,” he berated her.

Maggie’s tactic when he became this belligerent was to placate him and act contrite. “Steve, I know...I am so sorry you had to go through all that. That purple microdot was so strong I don’t even know what all I did, I just remember being at the Jetties, and laying down somewhere looking at the sky...probably for hours. The stars looked as if they were dripping wax from candles on the beach and the colors were so bright!”

She ventured a glance at his face, which appeared calmer. “You know how it is, babe, I didn’t mean to worry you.” See? she said to herself, telling half truths was not really lying, she rationalized again. But in her heart she knew that she was skating on thin ice.

“Yea, I know, that shit’s groovy, man, but you can’t just walk off and not tell me what you’re doing or where you’re going for hours!” The fact that his voice was back to a normal decibel was promising.

“C’mon man, get in the car. I’m starving thanks to having to sit there all fucking night waiting on you.” As usual, the crisis had become all about him.

“Steve, seriously, who are you kidding? You know damn well you and your friends were partying all night... You barely missed me, seeing as Shannon the chipmunk was hanging on your every word when I left.” She wasn’t buying his ”holier than thou, concerned boyfriend” crap. It might work on Shannon but it wasn’t going to work on her.

That must have been what happened, because Steve did not respond as he sped down AIA towards the House of Pancakes. By the time they pulled into the lot, they had toned it down. Steve had a short memory, probably from all the weed he smoked, and now that they were going to eat, his self-righteous attitude diminished. After they were seated, he studied the menu, commenting on what he should order.

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. She had been right in only revealing where she’d been and not who she was with...Only the sexiest and most intriguing man she had ever laid eyes on, she said to herself. Had she divulged that small yet crucial detail, she would not have heard the end of it.

Yet Steve was the one who had brought up having an open relationship when they shacked up the year before. They were more like friends on equal footing back then but somehow he seemed to have developed a sense of ownership. Nowadays he acted as if he was her sugar daddy or had some claim on her. The longer she allowed Steve to finance her life, the longer she would be in this rut. She had become lazy and complacent. The realization deeply troubled her and she vowed to take action, once and for all.

After ordering a breakfast platter, Steve mentioned he had been looking at a boat that was for sale at the docks near the Bahia Mar. It was last year’s model, a 1967 Chris Craft Cavalier, he said, as if that would explain it.

“Well, tell me more about it. I don’t know much about boats,” she added, “except that some have cabins and some don’t.”

“Man, I gotta teach you about the finer details of boating! if I can get this dude to go down on the price. I think he will, seeing as I fronted him 100 hits of acid and some weed last week and he still hasn’t paid me.”

“You know what, Steve? One of these days somebody’s gonna screw you over so bad or you’re gonna get busted by the fuzz, man,” she chided him. “You gotta be more careful, people talk…”

“Maggie, shut the fuck up, you don’t know what I do or don’t do.” He spat out bits of the omelett he was chewing, with how forcefully he replied. “I've been doing this shit since I was 16, so for over 10 years now, I ain’t never had a problem...well, except with a Cuban dude that tried to rip me off one time. But anyway,” he continued, “I don’t have to do shit, you hear?”

She hated when he spoke to her with disdain, belittling her intelligence, sometimes right in front of his friends. Most of the time, she sucked it up and went with the flow, letting it roll right off her back. But lately, this type of behavior angered her and she had been growing increasingly resentful towards his snide remarks.

“Fuck you, too, Steve” she countered, setting her toast down on the plate, suddenly losing all appetite.

“Whatever...Look, Maggie, do you wanna go see the damn boat or not? You’re lucky I’m even asking for your opinion seeing that we’re gonna be spending a lot of time on it.”

“Oh really?” she replied, “what if I don’t like boating, did you ever think of that? What if I always get sea sick, huh?” she asked but he just looked at her, mouth agape.

“Steve, you know I don’t like it when the water’s really deep, you can’t just assume I’m gonna feel comfortable on that boat day in and day out…”

“Why not?” he asked incredulously. “You should see the cabin, Maggie. It’s got a full sized bed, mini bathroom and little kitchen. It’s sweet, baby, you’re gonna forget all about that you’re on the water...It’s gonna be like being in a camper on land. You’ll love it, baby.”

She cringed at the familiar way he disregarded her feelings, bulldozing over them and then pretending she had been the one to suggest whatever it was he manipulated her into doing. This was insanity! He’s never gonna change!, she realized.

Almost in a defeated tone, she answered “Yea, maybe you’re right, Steve. Let’s go take a look when we leave here.”

He reached over the table and patted her hand, “Thata girl. We’ll go right after I pay.”

With that, he signaled to the waitress to bring the check, took a wad of cash out of his pocket, and glanced over the bill.

Maggie looked out the window and realized they were only a few minutes away from Tugboat Annies.

She mustered up all her courage and nonchalantly asked “Hey, sweetie, if we were to get the boat, could we dock it over by Tugboat Annies? It doesn’t cost as much as the Bahia Mar and you can pull up through the intercoastal, dock it in the back, and you’re right at the bar....There’s actually a really good band playing this weekend,” she continued, “if we had the boat, we’d look so cool pulling up in it, right?”

She knew Steve well. He was a show off and loved to appear important. The idea that the hip people at Tugboat’s would notice his latest purchase was irresistible to him. His growing smile told her everything she needed to know, and her heart soared as she thought about seeing Robert again. She ached with longing for him. That gorgeous blonde, that sexy man.

She smiled back sweetly at Steve, proud of herself for having turned the tables and being the one who manipulated the outcome, making him feel he was still in control.

Her self-congratulation faded as a tinge of anxiety surfaced. Steve was a narcissist, that much was true, but he was no dummy and he was extremely possessive of her time. How was she going to manage making contact with Robert while Steve was hovering nearby? How was she gonna pull this one off?

Different scenarios ran through her mind. She suddenly realized that the answer lay in having distractions... Lots of distractions. They would put the word out and invite all his cronies out to the concert, in part to celebrate and party on the boat. People could step out onto the marina behind Tugboat’s and score, getting their stash for the week in the privacy of the boat’s cabin. She’d wait to suggest that part later…

After the waitress brought back the change, she grabbed her bag from the back of her chair, stood and followed Steve out of the diner, this time with a light heart and a bounce in her step.

To be continuied at Tugboat Annies....

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a19yearoldtryinherbest · 5 years ago

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The Life They Had Set Themselves To Live. Pt 2 [Bill Hader]

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Part 1 - Part 3

Prompt: Bill makes his way back into Bea’s life and some old feelings might still be there.

Pairing: Bill Hader x OFC [Bea]

Warning: Idk, soft Bill.

A/N: I love this idea so much thing got out of hand. Sorry it took me so long to post this, I had most of the end finished but there was no in-between then I came up with this fun little idea and it turned out not to be so little.

Part 3 coming soon! For real this time

Word count: 3120

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He felt like an idiot. An absolute prick. It hadn't been his intention to convince Andy to hire her but he brought her up and he couldn't help but to talk about how amazing she was to him. Well, it actually was his intention when he realized what he was doing midway into conversation. He wouldn't have ever passed up the opportunity to talk to her again.

However, there were two bad thoughts on the back of his mind that he just couldn't shake. The first one, slightly induced by other people, was that she had left him behind because she had won that Oscar and had let the fame rush to her head. But he knew that she wasn't like that and she still talked to their shared friends, Andy, so it wasn't that. But he couldn't think why she would do stop talking to him like that. Well, he could think of something, he had, but it was a scary thought to him and roomed on the back of his head at all times. Maybe, he figured, she had found out about his feeling for her, and maybe she had stopped talking because she found it creepy, inappropriate and didn't returned it. It scared him to say the least.

And there he was, over nine weeks after that conversation, about to do a table read, about to see her again after so long.

He looked at the building with despair. All he had to do was walk in, find the room and he would see her. Actually see her. Not an old photo, not a picture in an article about her, actually her. He would be able to see the glimmer in her eyes, the red in her hair, he would hear her voice, maybe, if he was lucky, her laughter. But it was terrifying. The simple idea of seeing her was nerve wracking. So many thing could go terribly wrong, he couldn't focus in just one.

He looked around the parking lot, luckily no one had noted him standing stiff in from of the building. He decided to just get over with it and get inside the building.

She was as beautiful as he remembered her. He felt relived to see her like that, as simple as she had always been, and he loved that. Most people wouldn't take simple as a compliment, but she did, because she was and that didn't take away the awesome and especial of her. She might've been wearing a cardigan and some jeans but she looked perfect to Bill, no matter what.

Bea had seen him enter the room but the moment that she realized it was him she decided to glue her eyes on Barbara, who was telling her some sort of overview of the movie and Beverly's character arc; so it was good for her to be paying attention to what she was saying, even if had already read the script.

After everyone arrived they all sat down. Andy started introducing everyone, from every head of department to all of the actors, young and adults. Before they started the reading she gave in and looked at him. She felt herself freeze for a moment, she hadn't seen him in so long. It felt almost surreal, his smile was the same, the subtle way he moved his leg under his seat since he was anxious, she catched herself smiling and shut it down. But then she heard his laugh and she fell back into the soft, wonderful bubble she had lived in for so many years. She smiled again, unable to contain herself. And in that moment he looked at her.

The time seemed to have frozen for them so they could stay in that haze together. Both off them feeling their own stomach drop but in different ways, without the other knowing. Bill felt like he had found the most beautiful thing in the world that he once saw but lost and he was caught in surprise by it; because it was just that. She was smiling while looking at him and it was the thing that he had found to melt his heart once but had lost yet, somehow, he was lucky enough to see again.

But Bea didn't feel it like that, in the slightest. For her it was almost like seeing an old scar reopen and start bleeding, she felt like she was looking all of her blood and couldn't think straight. She hated that it felt like that, she hated that it felt like anything at all, so she looked away.

The reading began and Bea felt lucky she didn't have many lines with only Bill. But then it came the line she had feared since the first time she read the script. She had said it thousand times before on SNL, she had even kissed him once, but the thing was that she would say it as a friend sometimes. Supposedly as a friend, since she did it to have a sweet pet name for him. But now she wasn't in costume, he was looking straight into her eyes and she wanted to call him that for real — Richie. H-honey- — her voice faded out a little — he's dead.

— With a little more sorrow. — Andy asked and she felt her heart sting, she would have to say it again.

She thought of the sadness he brought her and focused it in the line — Honey, he's dead. — the room fell silent, mostly because Bill had been caught up in her pain, even if it was acting, he knew it wasn't just acting. He knew she would take her own emotions and put them in the lines, and that pain sounded rougher that he had ever heard from her.

— Bill, that's your line.

They were done in no time. She felt her nervousness fade quite quickly as she introduced herself with the cast and crew. She already knew McAvoy, Jay, Sophia and had heard about everyone else, so it wasn't so hard to get acquainted with most of them. But then Bill was the one standing in front of her and she couldn't say a word, so, as he did when he was nervous, Bill started running the mouth.

— Hey, hi, uhm. That was great, you were great. Amazing. Uhm, how- how are you? — he was smiling and looking at her as if it had been just a day since he last saw her. She was a bit confused, why wasn't he mad or something?

— Hey. — she replied. Her throat dry and her eyes darting all over his face until she remembered he asked a question — Fine. Y-you?

— Fine. Great. Yeah. — he did a small movement with his hands and seemed like he immediately forgot where his they were supposed to be. He awkwardly put them on his hips, slightly under his denim jacket. That was when she noted that he was dressing different than he did around four years ago, it was different but in a good way she guessed. And apparently it meant no cargo shorts with plaid shirts, or at least she assumed it did.

— How- how are the kids? Haven't seen them in a while.

— They're great, yeah. Harper started primary school not long ago and Hannah helps her every time she has homework. And, I didn't know if you heard, I had another girl almost — he slowed down a bit, looking at the floor for a second — four years ago. — Bea pressed her lips feeling just a bit of a sting in her heart as she gathered her strengths for the rest of the conversation. He smiled, somewhat unaware of every bad microexpression her face was showing — We named Hayley.

She swallowed her discomfort and but on a soft smile, happy for him, as always — I hadn't heard. Congratulations. — of course she didn't tell him that she had made people throw away every new article that was about him that someone brought by and tended to deflect him as a subject in conversation or interviews. She took a small but deep breath preparing herself for the role she was about to play again — That's great for you guys. Uh, how is she? How's Maggie?

— She's good I guess. We actually got divorced not long ago.

She was surprised and it caught her off guard. She would've never seen that coming for them. — Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know. — she couldn't help but to feel guilty, thinking back to every time she wished he was available so she could have a chance. Of course, never hoping anything bad for Maggie, not even really thinking about a hypothetical divorce; she liked Maggie, she made Bill happy and was the mother of his childs, she would've never wished any kind of harm to her.

— It's alright. No need to apologize, it was for the best. — she would've never admit it to herself but she wished to know what happened to them. She also wanted to ask him to see the girls, to know how they were doing, but she wouldn't allow herself, because that would be being back into their life, into his life.

After a short silence she remembered she had to leave. She grabbed her purse and looked back at him — I gotta go now. I'll see you on set tomorrow. — before he could say anything he was long gone.

He felt an all too familiar of a feeling take over him. He felt left behind and alone. It felt like the month after her Oscar all over again. He couldn't understand why she had pushed him aside. He felt like he should be mad or angry, not only hurt, but, no matter how much he wanted to be, he couldn't. Maybe, he thought, they could let all those bitter feelings behind if he did the right things.

It hadn't been easy filming with him, laughing his stupid jokes, hearing constant updates on his girls, realizing they were both staying in the same hotel and doing carpool most days, getting to see him every morning, every afternoon and every night while pretending everything was fine. She felt her heart rush every time he would look at her and felt it sink back down remembering all the years she hadn't seen him. But, however clear her emotions were, she felt completely lost. She couldn't keep pretending to not be in love with him but she couldn't be apart from him again. She needed to make a choice, she could suffer in silence or she could suffer alone.

But one day, as she was saying goodbye since she was done for the day a familiar and small voice made her turn around chimed — Auntie Bea!

She turned around to see Hannah, Harper, Hayley and Bill walking towards her. She felt herself choke up as Hannah ran to her and stopped before hugging her.

— Hey, kiddo! — she lowered herself to hug her back and pick her up only to spin her a couple of times — Look how much you've grown! — she put her back down and let go of her, seeing her giggle — You almost past your father. — she saw Harper get closer but staying behind her sister with a shy look on her eyes — So have you Harper. — she smiled and the girl smiled back. She stood straight up again and looked at Bill who was holding Hayley on his arm — Is that?

— Yep. — he looked at his girl and with a high pitched and funny voice said — Say hi to Bea, honey. — the little girl looked at Bea and launched forward to grab her hair, completely infatuated with it's colour. Both laughed and Bill had to let Bea held her because she wouldn't let go.

— I guess your hair is her's now. — commented Hannah, looking up at the scene, standing with Harper next to Bea.

Bea laughed and looked at the baby girl in her arms — You like it? — she asked in a goofy voice — It's completely you then. — Hayley laughed, her blue eyes fixed on the red hair, and Bea couldn't help but to smile.

Bill looked at her, he saw her holding his baby, laughing with his kids, and he felt his chest fill up with a bittersweet joy that felt like it could never be washed away. That was the woman he wanted to wake up to every day, that was the woman he wanted to love, that was the woman he wanted his daughters to call mom, that was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Bea saw him looking and blushed slightly, so, to distract herself, she joked — So you brought them here so they could see the big scary murderous clown?

— Ooh! Can we? — chimed Hannah, making Bea laugh.

— I don't think so. — he answered to his eldest daughter and then looked back to Bea — I got called in to film a couple of things. It was supposed to be my free day but they need me.

— That sucks. How long is it gonna be?

— Three to four hours. — he looked at her, completely out of costume — Are you about to go or just getting here? — he asked.

— About to go. — she stayed quiet for a second and looked at the girls, they were going to be bored — Do you want me to take to a movie? Maybe you get to join us for some food after?

Bill smiled. After thirty minutes of looking a production assistant to accompany them, they were on their way to the nearest shopping mall. She found Hannah to be very smart and talkative, Harper seemed to be really smart but not much of a talker and Hayley was the cutest and most energetic toddler she had ever seen.

They watched a kids movie and then went to a waffle house to wait for Bill. The sat down and a waiter came to take their order — Oh, just water for now, we're waiting for somebody. — said Bea and then, when the waiter left, turned to the PA — I can take it from here, Will. Thank you so much for your help. — the young guy smiled, said goodbye and went away.

Short after the waiter came back with the glasses of water, one of plastic and left the a few menus on the table — Can we order? — pleaded Harper and Bea smiled shaking slightly her head.

She looked at her with a sympathetic look — Your dad will be here any minute Harper. — she assured her — We can't start without him. Besides, you will need a lot of time to decide from all of these delicious options, right? — she showed her the menu with a funny face — lets see what they got. — she looked at the list with a funny face and a hand on her chin and hummed — What about some cockroach waffles for you Harper?

She made a sound of disgust and shook her head — They don't sell those! — she laughed.

— Of course they do! — Bea laughed. She looked at the eldest of the sisters and winked as she said — Right Hannah?

Hanna smiled — Yep! It's what it says, Harper, right under the dirt and worms one. — Bea smiled and Hannah pointed at a random place in her sister's menu.

— That's not fair, I just learned to read! — she almost burried her face in the menu following with her index finger in the place her sister had pointed — This is gonna take forever. — she said under her breath, making Hannah laugh shortly.

Bea smiled seeing her pronounce the syllables out loud — It's alright, honey, if you don't like them we can get you a... chocolate chips one?

She smiled — With cream?

— Absolutely. — Bea smiled and then caught Bill on the corner of her eye. He was standing a few feet from them, arms crossed and a wide smile on his face. She could've sworn he blushed when she turned to look at him — Hey. — she smiled as he slid into the booth, opposite to her, next to Hannah.

— Hey. — he smiled — Did you troublemakers had fun? — he asked, ruffling Harper's hair.

— Yeah! — chimed the two eldest of the three, Harper slowly putting her hair back to where it was and Hannah smiling at her father. Hayley, on the other hand, called for her dad until he picked her up and carried her on his lap.

Bea looked at him, Hayley touching his face as he did idiotic faces, Hannah talking about what to get and Harper asking if they could order over and over. She knew this was the family she had wished to be a part of, that was the man she wanted to love for the rest of her life, this was all she wanted to see evermore. But at that moment she remembered she couldn't just stretch her hand across the table and hold his, she couldn't kiss his lips, she couldn't tell him she loved him as if it was something known by both of them.

And she remembered what she had thought of right before starting filming, the first time she saw him after so long. She couldn't get involved — I think a should go. — she muttered, almost embarrassed, grabbing her cell phone from the table, getting ready to leave.

— What? No. — said Bill, surprised by her sudden shift.

— I don't want to overstep. — she hesitated, trying to excuse her decisions, realizing there weren't many she could actually say.

— Don't go Bea! — chimed all three of the girls. She felt her heart melt to the petition, and so did Bill's.

She hesitated but sat back down, smiling shyly as Hannah and Harper chanted happily, pleased with the result. Bill smiled at his girls and then at her. Bea looked at him and smiled back. The time froze over once more, letting both of them be in a haze of soft bubbles, feeling their hearts swell by the same thought, in the same way, without the other knowing; all the bad feelings being left behind.

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the-walking-daryl · 5 years ago

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The Walking Winchester Chapter 8

Summary: The reader gets trapped along with Carol and Maggie causing Daryl to panic and them both to realize things between the two aren’t as friendly as they think.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Violence

AN: Yay, first post of the new year. Im hoping to update more than I did and have a bunch more new and interesting stuff for you guys.

“We've got a Carol and a Maggie. Now I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about,” the women says through the walkie talkie.

From where we are standing the three of you can see the rest of your group off in the distance. Daryl is pacing rather quickly while the others attempt to survey their surroundings. No one was prepared for this. There wasn’t supposed to be any casualties, especially not people so important to the group.

You were already plotting a way to get Carol and Maggie safe when the women spoke into the walkie again, “Now, we're gonna work this out right now, - and it's going to go our way.”

The other end is momentarily silent as Daryl and Glenn raise the lone survivor of the attack, “You can see we have one of yours. We'll trade.”

The women hesitates for a minute, almost like she was debating the idea before she answers, “I'm listening.”

“First I want to talk to Maggie, Carol, and Y/N. I wanna make sure they're all right.”

It’s that that the women turns to us with a steely expression, “I'm gonna put you on. You say you're fine, I'll know if you try anything else.”

She holds the walkie up to Carol first, “Rick, it's Carol.- I'm-- I'm fine, but--”

Scoffing she pulls the walkie away and turns to Maggie, “Now you.”

“Rick, it's Maggie. We’re all okay,” she replies shortly as we share a knowing look.

When the women turns to me I don’t even bother mentioning my name, I instantly begin speaking, “We'll figure this out Rick, I got this,”

“Shut up,” the women snaps before speaking to Rick herself, “You have your proof. Let's talk.”

“This is the deal right here. Let 'em go, you can have your guy back and you all live.”

“Three for one, that's not much of a trade,” she scoffs.

“You don't have another choice or you would've done something about it already,” Rick replies and even through the static of the walkie you could tell this really wasn’t a negotiation, either way Rick was getting the three of you back.

“We have to get him back,” the only man of the group speaks up in a urgent tone.

“Primo can take care of himself,” the red head speaks, almost like she was the one in charge.

“He can patch me up,” the man almost yells now, “I need him, thanks to that bitch.”

His glare is focused on Carol at this point as he continues to speak, “You lost your balls, Paula. You should've shot her in the head so they could hear her die.”

As the group begins to bicker amongst themselves you begin to come up with a plan in your head. You nearly had it figured out too when the static of the walkie and Rick’s voice pulls you back again.

“Look, I know you're talking it over. It's a fair trade,” he says before pausing, “Just come out, we do this, we all walk away.”

The woman with a gun held at the three of you looks at the others in the group and remarks, “Smug prick. He must think we're stupid.”

“Yeah, but that's a good thing,” Paula, the red head, replies studying your group.

“Do we have a deal?” Rick asks impatiently over the walkie.

“I'll get back to you.”

As she finishes speaking the women guarding the three of you tucks her gun away and walks behind you unexpectedly pulling your jacket so that it blocks your line of sight.

“Move! ” you hear the leader order as hands begin to jostle the three of you.

As they were leading you three they kept your faces covered, simply telling you when to turn until Paula called out, “Wait.”

You hear a car door open and all three of you are shoved inside. Once the doors close again Paula speaks into the walkie, “Omega, omega, Saviors down. Go to Gamma, code "fire.”

When the only response she gets are static hisses she decides to continue, “Alpha channel is not clear. We follow the protocol.”

‘There are more of them?’ You think to yourself as static sounds through once again.

“Where the hell are you guys?”

After a few minutes a man answers, “Out west of the--” the man begins before his voice is replaced by a static hissing once again, “15 mi-- on-- way.”

“We're headed to the break point. Switch to Theta channel, same code. If I'm not there, toggle to Alpha, listen in.”

“Copy that.”

“I hate this damn place,” you hear one of the other women says as a door creaks open and you’re lead into a building.

They may have moved you guys from where you originally were, but they forgot to make sure your eyes were covered enough. The whole ride you tracked where you were going from what you could see under the bottom of your jacket as well as listening to their conversation. Even if the group couldn’t find the three of you, you were going to get Maggie and Carol to safety.

“Get on the ground,” Paula orders as a door closes behind you guys and the jackets are removed from your face..

“You there. You, over there. And finally you, over on that side of the room,” Paula orders duct Taping your feet and hands as she does.

As she continues to talk along with the rest of your group you let your eyes scan the room as if your just surveying your surroundings, when in reality you’re doing so much more. You’re slowly plotting a way out with all the information they were so stupidly giving you.

Only your plan was cut short by the sound of Carol hyperventilating. As Carol begins to pant heavily both you and Maggie try to gain her attention as best you can with gags in your mouths. As Maggie switches her attention to our captures instead you continue to call for Carol.

The muffled scream finally caught your attention when Paula and the older of the other two women walk up and rip your gags off

“What?” Paula asks annoyed.

“She's hyperventilating. Somebody needs to take her gag off.”

Walking away from you and towards Carol the older women finally speaks, “She's a nervous little bird, ain't she?”

As she pulls the gag from Carol’s mouth the third woman walks up with a gun and cocks it, “Look at you. Bitch, how did you make it this far?”

As the words leave the woman’s mouth his blood begins to boil. As the women begin to taunt Carol she doesn’t reply, she simply catches her breath until finally she can’t stay silent, “It doesn't matter what happens to me. Just don't hurt Maggie, don't hurt the baby.”

“Yeah, right,” Donnie, scoffs, “She got a bun in the oven, she doesn't look it.”

“I'm only two months, I think,” Maggie speaks up.

“You're some kind of stupid, getting knocked up at a time like this,” the Paula states as you go back to planning an escape.

“Leave her alone!” you hear Maggie scream pulling you from your thoughts.

Looking up you see Donnie with Maggie by the hair until Carol attempts to kick his legs out from under him. It is then that he turns his sights on Carol and you instantly jump into action taking him down as fast as you can with no access to your hands and feet.

As soon as the man is down Paula turns to the brunette with a gun, “Take her out. See if she knows anything,” she says gesturing towards Maggie.

Some time later the walkie begins to produce a static hiss once again before Rick’s voice cuts through, “Have you thought about it? Talk to me.”

“You weren't listening,” Paula replies annoyed, “I said I'd contact you.”

“Would it make a difference if I said I was sorry about that?

“What do you think?”

Rick pauses momentarily, “I think we're gonna make the trade, so tell me where.”

“We haven't agreed to that.”

“You will.”

“You know what? I'm not so sure,” she retorts, “We'd be taking most of the risk, not getting much in the way of a reward.”

“The other option won't work out for you,” Rick threatens.

“We'll take our chances,” Paula states ending the conversation.

“You don't have to do this,” Carol sighs speaking up, “You don't have to fight.”

“Your people killed all of my people. Of course we gotta fight.”

“We didn't want to.”

“But you did. So tell me why.”

“Your people ambushed my people on the road, tried to take everything we had. They were gonna kill them.”

“Well, damn,” the older woman, Molly, chimes in, “So now we know what happened to T's group. Those idiots. Probably put on a big show.”

“Okay, fair play. You were just defending yourselves,” Paula declares, “But, see, your people killed them on the road, right? Blew them to pieces. So, why not stop?”

“They said they were working for Negan,” Carol argues.

“And what do you think you know about Negan?” the women asks.

“I know he sounded like a maniac and we were scared. We had to stop him.”

“Sweetie, sweetie. We are all Negan,” Molly says with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” Carol questions as you chime in.

“What does that mean?”

Neither womens answers you so Carol takes it upon herself to keep the conversation going. You can tell she know exactly what she is doing so you let her continue while you start with faze one of your own plan. As you continue cutting the duct tape that is wrapped around your hands when Paula speaks into the walkie, “Asshole, are you there?”

“I'm here,” Rick replies almost instantly his voice rings clearly through the speaker without any static..

“We've thought about it and we want to make the trade.”

“That's good.”

“There's a large field with a sign that says "God is dead" about two miles down I-66. Good visibility in all directions.

“We'll meet you there. 10 minutes?”

“10 minutes,” Paula confirms before pulling the walkie away and looking at Molly, “Mm-mm. Now, that was too easy.”

“Maybe they're just itching to get their people back,” Molly argues.

“No, there was no static. There should've been static. They're close. They're probably already here. We were careful, but there were tracks.- There had to be,” Paula says as she begins to pase.

“They killed everybody back home. They have the weapons. They know what they're doing. They're probably waiting to kill us as soon as we walk out those doors.”

“That's what we'd do,” Molly interjects.

“No. You have to listen to me, please. Rick is a man of his word. He wouldn't put us at risk to attack,” Carol argues.

“Then he's just as stupid as you are,” she states before switching frequencies, “What's your ETA?”

“A few minutes away, - but the car is running on fumes,” the man replies.

“We have gas. We'll fill you up and then we move. Radio when you're back in the perimeter.”

As the two leave the room your hands bust free from the tape and you make quick work on your ankles as well. Once you are done you make your way over to Carol who you realized was doing the same thing already.

“Are you okay?” you ask her worriedly.

“I have to be.”

“They've spread out, but I think we can make it past them,” Maggie says rushing into the room.

“We have to try,” Carol states seriously.

“We can't leave them alive though,” you try to reason with the two women in front of you.

“No, we should just go.”

“Carol, we have to finish this,” you state seriously looking at Maggie for support.

“We have to,” Maggie nods in agreement.

As we all come to an agreement the man on the floor begins to rasp, “He was already dead, he's turning. We should go,” Maggie says rushing towards the door.

“We need a gun,” you remind her before she can leave. Looking around the roo for a minute she motions to the broken pendant you used to cut yourself free, “Give me that.”

Just as you pass her the pendant Molly makes her way back towards the room, “Where are ya, Magnolia? I wanna bloody up that nice--,” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence since Maggie slits her throat and snatches her gun.

“Let's go.”

As we walk past some walkers in the hallway Carol looks to Maggie and explains, “They're using them to keep us in and keep the others out.”

“Come on, we have to find 'em,” Maggie replies before gunshots alert us of Paula’s location.

“Just run,” the red head says.

“Shoot her,” Maggie demands not taking her eyes off Paula.

“Go on, do it. You've killed Donnie, you've killed Molly. Your people have destroyed my home.”

“Get outta here,” Carol says in attempt to spare the woman.

“Carol,” Maggie urges

“You have no idea. The things I've done, what I've given up, what I had to do,” Paula continues.

“Just run.”

“Carol, shoot her already,” Maggie demands.

“Go ahead. I've already lost everything.”

Paula lets out a grunts as the bullet hits her and Carol simply states, “I told you to run.”

Paula and Maggie realize then that Carol isn’t the one holding the gun anymore, you are.

As Carol and Maggie are busy with Paula the male’s voice speaks through the walkie again, “Paula, we're approaching the perimeter. - Are we a go? - Do you copy?”

The static on the other end stops and you pick up the walkie and begin imitating Paula, “Meet us on the kill floor.”

“I think I might have killed 18 people. I should've killed Donnie, in the woods. I had a clear shot. I didn't miss. None of this would've happened if I had just killed him,” Carol says quietly and with one look in her direction you can’t help but feel bad

“Don't think about it,” Maggie tries to reason.

“I can't stop.”

“We're almost done,” you assure her before setting off to finish the plan you already have in mind. As the group of me that Paula called made their way into the room you told them to go into you dropped a lit match on the floor lighting the whole room ablaze. Swinging the door shut behind them you make sure there is no way for them to get out before making your walk towards the exits of the building.

“Maggie,” Glenn sighs in relief when you open the door and are greeted with the sight of your group.

“You okay? We got your trail.” he asks before pausing to sniff the air, “You start a fire?”

“That was me,” you reply hesitantly, “I did what I had to.”

When Daryl hears your confession he releases Carol and makes his way to you, “You good?”

“No.”

“Come here,” Daryl says beckong you to him with open arms.

As you settle into his embrace you can’t help but let your emotions take over, “They're dead. They're all dead, the ones that took us. They're all dead.”

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks softly allowing a hand to run through your hair.

With a firm shake of your head a silent sob rips itself through your body, “It's okay.”

Rick turns his attention to their hostage now that his group is safe, “Your friends are dead. No one's coming for ya so you might as well talk.”

“Let him burn,” Maggie says with a glare towards the man.

“I'm gonna ask you one last time how'd you get the bike?” Rick demands

“We found it.”

“Like hell you did,” Daryl all but growls.

“Was Negan in that building last night or was he here?” Rick asks switching questions.

“Both,” the man says confusing the group more.

It is then that you decide to chime in, “There is more of them Rick, and they all go by Negan.”

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collecting-stories · 5 years ago

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Just Pretend | Enid

Hey, I'm not sure if you would want to write this imagine. So I'm just gonna ask. So Enid x reader were reader is dating Enid in season 9 and is with Carol and D when they find them?? And just like how she copes with it. Like super angesty. If you don't feel like it I completely understand. Love you ��🖤🖤

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And I hate to make this all about me, Who am I supposed to talk to, if there’s no you? - Soon You’ll Get Better, Taylor Swift

It was gift-wrapped, left on the table inside your trailer with old newspaper secured around it. You already had a good idea what it was that Maggie had left for you but you didn’t open it, letting the package sit neglected while you pulled the covers further over your head and sunk down in the darkness of the room. The trailer walls were thinner than you would’ve liked and you could hear people outside milling about. Soon someone would be knocking on your door, the same routine as always. Asking if you were okay. You would pretend they weren’t there.

The first time you met Enid she was following Maggie into the safety of Hilltop, convinced by some subconscious force that she had to stay close to the young woman who’d become both her mother and her older sister in the relatively short time they’d known each other. You’d been a resident of Hilltop since the outbreak. When they evacuated your neighbourhood it was there that the army truck had sent you and your little brother.

Enid, like most in this new version of the world, was managing her way through the muck of loss. Her parents, most of Alexandria, Ron (even if she didn’t like him), Glenn. Her family felt like it was getting smaller and she clung to the only people she really had left, Maggie and Carl. No one in this new world was without loss, a notion you were too familiar with. Only a year into living together the Hilltop had been hit with a virus.

“We had one too, not at Alexandria, but down in Georgia.” Carl had commented when you told him about the virus that took your younger brother. The truck had separated you from your parents and the virus had left you all alone.

“That shit was horrible.” You replied, “as crazy as it sounds, getting attacked by a walker is expected but getting sick like that...still seems like it shouldn’t happen.”

“I know, it feels surreal.” Carl agreed. It was later in the evening than most people were awake and a lantern between the two of you kept enough light that you could see each other.

Maybe it was because you didn’t know Enid well enough yet or maybe it was just Carl but there was never any ill-feeling toward him. When you thought about it now you knew it was Carl, he was as enigmatic as his dad. Rick Grimes was some sort of post-apocalyptic celebrity and his son had managed to take some of that limelight for himself as well. He didn’t just live in his dad’s shadow, he was as skilled at survival as the best of them. But the fanfare wasn’t all there was to him.

The first time you met Carl he had come to Hilltop with Enid. She introduced him as her boyfriend and a faint blush ran over her face, an uncharacteristic embarrassment or maybe the word just felt so silly to use these days. At the time Enid was nothing more than a friend, the only other person in Hilltop around your age. Carl was a welcome addition to your limited group. While you and Enid had a lot in common as far as circumstance was concerned it was Carl who you seemed to mesh with the most.

And maybe that was why it never occurred to either of you.

Enid was with Carl and you were happy for both of them. Happy to be a friend and happy to misinterpret your own feelings as those of someone convinced there are a limited number of people your age left on the earth. You weren’t confused, per say. You knew pretty much in third grade when you sat behind Holly Carlisle in chorus that you definitely had a thing for girls. The thing was not defunct since the world ended either, in fact the moment you saw Enid you couldn’t help thinking that she pretty. More than pretty maybe but there was already a lot on your plate and dealing with a post-apocalyptic unrequited crush on a straight girl wasn’t exactly in your cards. So pretty it was. The same thing Carl thought when he saw her, though he’d clearly had a better shot at the time. One he took. You couldn’t fault him for that.

“Did you like Georgia better?” You asked, passing the bottle of bourbon you’d found in Gregory’s closet to Carl. It had been because you liked Enid so much that you first tried to get along with Carl. But he was nice and easy to talk to and you had a lot in common (not including that you both liked his girlfriend). Now spending time with Carl when he came to Hilltop was second nature, a change from the ordinary and sometimes mundane that you readily looked forward to. Enid had already gone to sleep because of an early shift in the gardens but you had stayed up with Carl at the advice of Jesus who suggested the two of you ‘act a little more like teenagers’. Sneaking alcohol and staying up till the morning constituted that request in your opinion.

“I guess. It’s hard to fit in anywhere. It was hard at the prison and at Alexandria, doesn’t matter what state we’re in.” Carl was more travelled than you. It was only in recent months that you’d been trained to go further outside of the compound.

“Guess so,” you agreed. You had little authority to argue.

While you liked Carl and the visits he managed to Hilltop you were always a little gleeful when he left. A fact that brought on an unmatched level of guilt when he died. How many times had you wished he was gone just so Enid would pay a little more attention to you? And what a cruel thing to think about such a good friend. The bourbon bottle from that night still sat in your trailer, on the table with a collection of wildflowers in it.

When word came down that he’d died you had sat in the darkness of your trailer with the bottle in your lap and cried. It felt like hours but it was nearly two days of mourning the loss of such a good friend, someone you just thought would always be there, someone far too skilled to die the way he did. You didn’t get the opportunity to say goodbye but you kept the bottle so you would never forget him. His memory would always be close to you.

After his death you pulled away from Enid the slightest bit. You knew it was cruel but as she leaned on you for comfort you couldn’t help worrying that she was mistaking her grief with the vulnerability of new feelings and you didn’t want her to change her mind once she was okay with Carl’s absence. It was a fight worth having you supposed.

“I don’t want to talk about this here.” Though possibly the setting could have been better.

You were wading through muddy forest floors trying to remember exactly where Daryl and Jesus had told you all the traps were set. You should have listened better, something you definitely heard in Daryl’s voice somewhere in the back of your mind. Enid had followed you passed the gates and decided that out here in the woods where walkers had the uncanny ability of popping up frequently was the best place to talk.

“You’re avoiding me and don’t say you aren’t! I know you are!” Enid was never overly emotional. Usually her emotional response was to get defensive and right now she was definitely on the defense.

“It’s just been,” You shrugged, how cliche could you sound? “Complicated.”

Not the word you wanted to use but still the one that came out of your mouth. It summed up much of what you wanted to say. Your feelings were, the situation was, her feelings were. However stupid it sounded coming out of your mouth.

“Complicated? Are you kidding me? Carl died and the only person that I wanted to talk to about it is acting like I don’t exist all of the sudden!” She wasn’t quiet in her anger.

You were sure you heard the ominous beginnings of a moan from somewhere in the distance but you ignored the sound, focusing on the dead rabbit in the trap. “Look Enid, I’m trying to do this,” you waved the rabbit for her to see, “so could we talk later?”

“Every time you say that we don’t talk later. You just use it as an excuse to ignore me.” Enid took the bowie knife out of her belt, holding it as the groans of the distant walker grew closer.

“Great. Now we have to deal with that.” You muttered, standing up and pulling your own machete free.

“I know you lost a friend too but I feel like I lost both of you.” Enid commented, moving in closer to you and holding a defensive stance. Even with a couple walkers on the prowl she wasn’t giving up this damned conversation.

“It’s not that.” You would never be over Carl’s death but that wasn’t the thing that was keeping you from letting your friend in. You loved Enid, more than anything. More than a friend and not like a sister. But your best friend had just died and she was his girlfriend and you felt like you were taking advantage of a bad situation because you were selfish and you didn’t want to be selfish. You wanted her but not at the expense of a guilty conscience. Not at the expense of betraying your friend’s memory.

“Then what is it?” The first one came and Enid drove her knife through it’s skull with more force than necessary. Both because she was pissed at you and because how close must this have been to what happened to Carl? Why did he have to help anyone, why did he always have to be the good person?

You caught the next one. Not so angry. “I don’t know what to do.” You explained. Was your voice really so tired sounding?

“What?” Enid turned your way as you finished off the last of the dead threesome. At least it was only three. There was annoyance in her voice, she was pissed and she had every right to be. Her boyfriend was dead, her best friend was acting like an absolute bitch to her, and they were in this fucking forest with walkers. You tried to walk away but she grabbed the bag slung across your body. The strap caught and tugged you back.

“Get off!”

“Tell me! I’m not letting go until you tell me!” She insisted, her grip on the bag tightening. You yanked anyway, trying to pull away from her. You’d been successfully dodging her for weeks since Carl died.

“Let go of me!”

“No.”

“I don’t want to talk about this Enid, not here! So just let go.” You gave a final and forceful tug, yanking the bag from her hand hard enough to cause a friction burn. She clenched her fist and then pressed her palm to her stomach to put pressure on the burn as you instantly looked remorseful. “Enid I-”

“Forget it.” She snapped, turning and heading back to the Hilltop.

You walked back, trailing behind her in silence. You felt guilty now, she sounded so upset and you knew you’d pushed her there. She was already dealing with so much, trying to be there for Maggie, Carl dying, trying to fit into the Hilltop and pull her own weight here. Jesus let the both of you back through the gate and you walked to your trailer alone, laying down in your bed and looking over to the empty bottle on the table. Damn Carl for dying. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t explain to Enid why you were afraid to talk to her but you really wanted it to be. Because you were selfish and without a boyfriend you thought maybe you could take that place for her. If there weren’t too many people left in the world maybe you could be that person for her.

It was three more weeks before you finally decided that the silence was killing you too. In the short time that you had known Enid she had become your favorite person to talk to and you were torturing yourself just as much as you were hurting her by staying away. All you wanted was to be there with her, be there for her when she was sad or happy or angry. You didn’t want to be the one who made her angry. So you swallowed your pride and you walked yourself to her trailer to talk.

“You have to let me say this and you can’t interrupt until I'm done.” You explained immediately when the door opened. Behind Enid, Maggie stood up and declared that she was going to see if anyone needed help.

“What?” Her voice was sharp and angry, even after three weeks apart the anger hadn’t cooled.

“I didn’t want to talk to you because I like you. Not as a friend, like like the way you and Carl like each other. I want that with you and I can’t talk to you because I feel so guilty over it. Carl was my best friend and here I am some desperate girl pinning after his girlfriend and then he dies? And what I can’t talk to you. I can’t tell you that. I can’t comfort you without wanting more from this relationship.” You explained, “I don’t know if you’ll ever feel that way about me. Maybe we’ll always be friends and I want to try to be friends if that’s all you want but I just...I’m sorry, I want more than that.”

Enid took a deep breath, still standing there in the doorway. In all honesty she’d never even thought about it. She knew that sounded dumb and childish and not very progressive but she hadn’t even thought that you were anything but straight. And always just a friend.

“I don’t-” Enid started to say, unable to wrap her mind around what you were saying.

“It’s fine, I just...you wanted to know and I felt like I should be honest with you. You’re my best friend first and I’ve been a terrible friend and I’m sorry for that.” You apologized.

And that time you walked away. Less time passed between you. It only took Enid three days before she showed up on your doorstep, prepared to talk it out with you. In the three days that had passed she let herself think about what you had said. She was still grieving Carl and could barely fathom a day when she might not be any longer. But if that day did come she though, you had always been such a good friend and maybe it could be more than that. She didn’t want to think too much about what it meant all she knew was that you were her best friend and she missed you and loved you and she wanted to keep you in her life.

She knocked on the door of your trailer and started out the same way you had, diving into a speech without giving the other person the chance to say anything. “I don’t know what’s going to happen in a week or a month or whatever, I just know that you’re my friend and I care about you. I want to talk to you and I don’t know if someday when it doesn’t hurt to think about Carl, something could happen between us. I wouldn’t be opposed to that. But please, don’t shut me out.”

You opened the door wider and stepped to the side, letting her into your trailer and sitting down on your bed with her. There was a lot to talk about.

It was on that bed, in the exact same position, two months later, that she kissed you. What you’d said to her was always there in the back of her mind, whenever she spent time with you. The words played over and over and she during those two months of mourning and rebuilding a friendship she had begun to think that wouldn’t it be nice to be loved by you. She would always have a connection to Carl but he wasn’t here anymore and she didn’t want to fill that void with just anyone. She didn’t want meaningless connections in this new world and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that it would be so nice to be with you.

So after dinner, two months after the two of you had mended your friendship, sitting in the trailer talking, she leaned over and kissed you. It was innocent and loving and a little unsure. She didn’t know if your feelings were the same as they had been when you confessed to her two months prior but she was willing to take a chance on them.

“Sorry,” she apologized when she pulled away, tucking a piece of her long hair behind her ear and smiling at you in a way that suggested she wasn’t sorry at all.

“No worries,” you replied, your own dazed look assuring her that you were unbothered by her actions. You leaned forward, tilting your head just slightly and kissing her again. You hadn’t kissed anyone since before the dead started walking but you didn’t spend too much time thinking about technique as you shuffled closer to her on the bed.

“I’m not staying back.” You protested, following after Enid and trying to pull on your hiking boots at the same time. Up ahead you could see Tara.

“Please, it’ll be okay.” Enid insisted though you both knew that there was no guarantee of okay these days.

The conversation played back in your head as you laid there in the dark of the trailer, overthinking every single moment in your mind. If you had just urged her to stay behind and not be so strong willed for once in her life. Or if you had just gone with her. You would have rather died than been here, alone in your stupid trailer with a bottle that wouldn’t bring back your best friend and a painting from Maggie that you couldn’t even stand to look at. You rolled over to face the wall as you heard the familiar knocking begin.

“I love you.” You held her face in your hands and kissed her, foreheads leaning against each other as if you were back in the privacy of your trailer and not in the open of Hilltop.

“I love you too,” she replied, another kiss, “I’ll be back.”

What could you throw at the door to make them go away? There might be some books scattered in the small space but getting up from this bed was like pulling yourself to the surface of a lake when there was cement weighing down your feet. You couldn’t imagine getting up. What would you even say if you did. That you were fine? That you weren’t? That you just wanted peace and quiet and nothingness?

You climbed the hill after Carol and the sound of her crying reached your ears as if it was a distant whisper, some white noise playing in the background as you stood there on the hill, wind whipping at your body. Pushing you off your balance. Of all the last images to remember a person by. You’d been lucky with Carl, you could always remember him the way he was in your trailer drinking late at night. You didn’t have to remember the way he looked as he died. But now, as you closed your eyes and tried to think of the way it felt to lay there with Enid for the last time all you could see was her head on a stake, mouth still moving and hair blowing in the wind. You couldn’t keep the image from creeping into your mind no matter how many times you tried to think of all the good things.

Rolling onto your back you reached for the ground and found a book just beneath the bed, the one Enid had been reading. You threw it at the door as the knock sounded once more. Daryl holding Carol back as you stood there in shock, unmoving, drinking in the sight of your dead girlfriend, played in your mind and you crawled off the bed, dragging your feet to pick up the book. Another knock and you opened the door, light flooding into the trailer and forcing your eyes shut. Standing there against the backdrop of the bright morning sun was Jesus, looking sad but trying not to.

“Please go away.” You begged, clutching the book to your chest. Even with your eyes open you could see her.

“I just wanted to see if you needed someone to talk to.”

“Enid.” You concluded and let the door swing shut on him.

A/N: I don’t even know if this is what you asked for and I totally hijacked it for my own purposes which I apologize for. Anyway, hope this is good?

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Hey friends!

I found King Falls AM at a time in my life where I felt scared, hopeless and alone. I didn’t want to be here at all, and I thought for the most part I’d never be happy again. I’m still most of those things, but every day in King Falls makes that a little easier to be okay with. I thought long and hard about what I could manage for this, but most of all, I just wanted to say thank you. So. Here goes.

Thank you for Sammy Stevens, who is my favourite kind of character. He’s sassy and pretty and humble and full of love.Thank you for his cynicism and snark, but also for his ability to push aside his own beliefs and ideas and wants when it matters. Also, for letting him Suplex Grisham, because that was pretty neat! Thank you for the way he relates to the people around him, but especially to Lily. For a character who makes mistakes and actually tries to learn from them - he doesn’t always get it right, but he tries, and that’s so important. He’s made me laugh, he’s made me cry, he’s made me want to scream. I adore his backstory, it means more to me than I can say, but also thank you for the way you handled the events around 75. It was so meaningful. I love him with everything I have, which is why it hurts me to thank you for his pain, which is so unbelievably relatable to my own. For my own hurt that comes out of his mouth. The kind of hurt that transcends circumstances. I was in a dark place before this show, and parts of me are still there, but watching Sammy grow, and change and heal has meant everything to me. It gives me hope for better days. For Sammy, and for me too. Thank you for giving him the courage to stick around, and for giving him hope. Thank you for Benny Arnold. Who I can’t write about coherently without bursting into tears. He’s messy and flawed and just absolutely gorgeous. Seeing him grow through the years has been an absolute joy, but most of all, I love his ability to remain untainted by the horrors he’s been through. He’s still got the same heart, and it’s the best heart there is. I love his passion, his hope, his resilience. His belief in everybody around him. He remains unapologetically himself through everything, and I adore him. He is The Good, and I’m so glad we have him. Noah brings such complexity to him too, and I can listen a thousand times to a single episode and continue to feel all the things.

Thank you for Emily. For making a strong, intelligent, badass women who’s also soft and desirable and loving. For letting her write her own story and for letting her be more than a prize to be won. She’s so good natured and considerate and thoughtful, and even in her worst moments she never loses that. Every moment she appears is wonderful and Jess KILLS IT every time! I’ve especially enjoyed phase two Emily, as her relationships with other characters become more integral to the story. Thank you for speaking out against the Frickards of the world through her, because it hurts and it’s hard but it’s so important. Using your audience for good means so much. Thank you for the thoughtfulness and care with which you consistently apply to sensitive subjects. For day-to-day happiness, for happy places and for months of quiet kindness without ever being asked.

Thank you for Jack Wright. For the reminder to choose love (even when it’s hard. Maybe especially when it’s hard.) For the reminder that we’re all worthy of love, in all its forms. The affirmation that nobody corners the market on sadness, but also that we don’t always have to go it alone. That grief is universal, and that’s not always a bad thing. For quiet moments of humanity in the midst of absolute tragedy. For vulnerability, for heartbreak and moving forward together. For forgiveness and acceptance, and humility.

Thank you for Dwayne Libbydale, who’s a special kind of chaos. I am again lost for words, but I love him, I love him, I love him.

Thank you for Pete Escobar Ed Edwards Yardboy Myers and his funyuns and disdain and snark (even if me saying I love him means he’ll never listen to this show again.) Thank you for PHENOMENAL journalist Lily Wright, who is an absolute delight! She feels like the personification of grief, loss and trauma, but at the same time so, so real. Her reluctant acceptance of King Falls as home is beautiful, and I hope she gets ALL THE HUGS really soon. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, even if it means alienating the people she loves. Her shaky vulnerability with Sammy, Ben and Emily is so good, and I’m so excited to see where the future of Lily Wright lays. King Falls Chronicles was some KILLER story telling, and Candace was the icing on the cake. The acting chemistry she has with everybody is absolutely on point. I’m so glad we get to keep Lily. That she’s found home. Thank you for #DeputyDead. His unwavering optimism and willingness to see the good in everything and everybody is absolutely wonderful.

Thank you for Debbie and RoboTim, who I still believe in, despite all evidence pointing to ‘don’t do that.’ Thank you for Maggie Masterson, an Actual Icon. And for our Man’s Man’s Man and his lil Kingsie Bab. For Regan who is a sweetheart and Chet who I hate to love.

Thank you for villains that fill me with white hot rage. Who’s actions are explained, but never excused. For Frickards and Gundersons and ShadowFUCKS and HFB3’s and Leland Hills and Ernies and Grishams. They’re different levels of despicable, and I adore hate them all.

Thank you for ridiculous caricatures ; the Gwendolyns and the Cynthias and the Jacob Williams. Thank you for SPORTSBALL (CHOP. DAT. WOOD.) and WALL CRABS and GARBAGE BEARS and DANGER NOODLES and every other ridiculous Benism.

Thank you for Teareal and serendipity and redrum roses and for the inability to see the word ‘ghost’ and not correcting it to APPARITION. Thank you for Dan & Larry and boy band battles and Doyle’s Conspiracy Cavern and Devon Hamptonframptonshire. For Golden Owl, Finn and Gator Jack and Alvin and every other ridiculously loveable character you’ve created. Some of them barely last longer than an episode, but their chaos will fuel me for a lifetime.

Thank you for Mary Jensen, who is the mom I wish I had. All moms are champs, but Mary is perfect. Thank you for Betty and Nancy and Loretta and Marigold. All who I expect deserve the praise they’re given.

Thank you for Herschel and Cecil, who are cranky old bastards and who probably shouldn’t fit together, but they do so effortlessly. The care and compassion they have for each other is inspiring, and I too hope to have a friend like that someday. Trent is wickedly skilled, and I’m sure he hears it so often but!!!!

Thank you for BE WELL BUDDIES and silly puns in the titles, and short jokes and RoboTim mixups and Science Institute break-ins with vigilante superheroes and mysterious callers. Thank you for love through overnight oats and moustache talk and non-binary pals. For a willingness to grow and change and learn and laugh. For the electrolocaust and my favourite threesome and for sammiversarys. For Ben posting Sammy’s bail, and heart-to-hearts in jail cells. For stupid bets and bensplosions and the fucking kickball story. For creepy dreams and technical terms, for badly timed BEEPS for awkward flirting and on-air confessions. For idiots who can’t keep secrets, let alone not talk about them on air for more than five minutes. For missing hikers and weird shadow tornados and notebooks and shooting down UFOs and death by damnation. For the SECOND BEST small town in American Celebration, for Christmas Gifts for Ben’s Mom and Jupiter Jaundice. For Ben’s monopoly tactics and Sammy’s audible eye rolls, for prophecies and ‘legend-has-it’s and for love and love and love.

Thank you for the mysteries, and for the constant need for MORE. You do cliffhangers so wonderfully, and I feel like I’ve never anticipated anything so keenly in my life. Tim Jensen, The Dark, Merv, Death by Damnation, The Rainbow Lights, The Zombies.

Thank you for Cameron Chambers??? How does he do it?? I have no idea, but I hope he keeps doing it. Especially all them Christmas BOPS. Legendary. Jazz-Hands worthy!

Thank you for making Zombies the F- plot.

Thank you for the Eagle Screech in the DALE’S DOLLAR TREE ad. And all the other ads too, I guess. I don’t understand The Fucky List, but thanks for that too! Thank you for JACK IN THE BOX JESUS which has caused my internet to constantly recommend me eat at Jack in the Box, despite the closest one being literal continents away.

Thank you for continuing to choose this. For being open to sharing so much of yourselves with us. Thank you for fan interactions and live listens, Q&As and twitter replies and twitch streams and retweets and Beyond the Falls. Thank you for the love and care you show us all, which above all feels genuine.

Thank you for being the catalyst for a community where I finally feel like I belong. Like I’m important. Like I matter. Thank you for being the reason for hours and days and weeks and months of in-jokes and teasing and theories and head canons and screaming and food talk and love. For so much kindness. And acceptance. For a space to be myself without fear. For people I feel like I’ve known lifetimes, and for whom I hope I can love for lifetimes more. For people to cheer on, and cry with, and poke fun at. For stupid nickname changes, and memes and words in reactions. For making me feel like i’m part of something much bigger than me. For a place to be passionate without judgement. For a place to just be. For friends. For family.

Thank you for the push I’ve needed to create again. And for all the others you’ve inspired too.

Every moment inside King Falls have been an absolute blessing, but the impact it’s had on my life outside of it is absolutely everything.

Congratulations on (almost) 100 episodes. What an adventure it’s been. I’m so excited for everything the future of King Falls holds, but most of all; Thank you for making this fuckin’ mean something.

#contest entry #100 eps!!#kfam100 #king falls am #kfam #thanks #kfam discord #ramble #unashamed fangirling #long post #text #words

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