#rip glenn and Abraham

[b3ans0up]

What about them negan.

[dostarve]

I just watched Glenn die in TWD, and I knew this was how it was going to go from the very start, but I still am very much upset. :(

[oliskyesisdaddy]

pov you're at this era of twd and you want to kill negan bc he's hurting your babies, but you can't bc he's your husband and you love him

[oliskyesisdaddy]

I'm so hot for the plot thoooo

I watch the walking dead for the plot

- the plot

[butterfliesandblueeyes]

WORTH IT

🏏 Pregnant with Daryl's baby when Negan and the Saviours capture your family. You'll do everything you can to protect your partner and unborn child.

pairings : Daryl Dixon x reader

w/c : 2.5k

warnings : mentions of blood, major character deaths (rip Abraham & Glenn xo)

a/n : This is my first story I've written for Daryl, hopefully more to come. As always enjoy reading and thank you for the support!

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The lights of the various trucks and cars shone bright upon your group. Seated on your knees between Daryl and Michonne. Heavy breaths left your bitten lips and Daryl placed his hand on your swollen belly to help calm you down. You were around 6 months pregnant with his baby.

You turned your head to the side to stare into his cerulean eyes. A ghost of a smile played on his lips and you returned one of your own. His skin was a pale colour which resulted from the blood loss of being shot. He mouthed that it was going to be okay and you nodded in return.

A man with a moustache took a few steps forward, your group's eyes landing on him.”Let’s meet the man,” he announced before walking towards a van and knocking on the door. A few seconds later a man walked out. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a red scarf and a baseball bat was resting on his shoulder. If you squinted you could see something wrapped around the thick part of the bat. You placed your hand on top of Daryls’ that still rested on your belly.

“Pissing our pants yet?” the man asked yet it was rhetorical. “Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon,”. The man sauntered to the middle of your group. “Now which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asked.

“This one” the moustache man said as he gestured to Rick. Your breathing picked up again, afraid of what this man wanted with Rick and with your group. Daryl began rubbing small circles around your belly. If he wasn’t here with you, you’d be a blubbering mess.

“Hi. You’re Rick right?” The man said as he knelt in front of Rick. A few seconds passed and Rick didn’t respond so the man spoke again, he introduced himself as Negan and his group was the Saviors. He wasn’t too happy since your group had killed some of his men. You tuned out a while after that. He and Rick went back and forth but all you could think about was your baby and Daryl. You didn’t want your family to be taken away before you got around to becoming one. 

Daryl hunched further over and you took a firm grip of his arm so he wouldn't completely fall over. You didn’t dare speak to him no matter how bad you wanted to. You were fearful of this man and you had no idea what he was capable of. 

“Give me your shit or I will kill you,” the man announced. The booming of his voice took you by surprise since you weren't completely listening to what he was saying earlier. The man blabbered on some more about the new world order until something he said caught your attention.

“So now,” he paused. “I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.” A quiet gasp left your mouth and your eyes found Daryls’ again. Negan swung his bat around in an attempt to show it off. “This is Lucille and she is awesome,” he announced. “All this,” he gestured to your group and the Saviors as he spoke. “All this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor,”. 

Negan began strutting towards the opposite side of the semi-circle. He paused when he was in front of Carl. “Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.”. He chuckled as he walked further up the line, now stopping in front of Maggie who was also pregnant but experiencing some complications. “Jesus, you look shitty” he commented as he took in the state she was in. “I should just put you out of your misery,” he added. Glenn was quick to his feet, running to Maggies’ aid when he was stopped by a blow to his stomach. He fell to the ground groaning. 

“Nope, get him back in line,” Negan demanded. Glenn was dragged back to his spot. “All right, listen,” Negan spoke while pacing back and forth. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down,” the man swung his bat around again and you flinched. Daryl noticed and you could feel him staring at your side profile. You didn’t dare look in fear of drawing attention to him.

He continued down the line and you snapped your eyes shut when he stopped in front of you. “What do we have here?” he snickered. Your eyes opened at the sound of his voice. He was gesturing towards your belly with Daryls’ hand placed firmly on top. You looked up at the man. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. 

But he turned around and stalked back towards the center of the group. He gave a low whistle. “I simply cannot decide,”. He was acting like he enjoyed this. He chuckled before he spoke again. “I got an idea,”. He walked back towards the opposite side of the circle. 

He pointed the bat at Eugene. “Eenie,”. Next was Carl. “Meenie,”. Then Aaron. “Miney,”. Sasha. “Mo,”. Rick. “Catch,”. Maggie. “A tiger,”. Abraham. “By,”. Michonne. “His toe,”. You. “If,”. He paused on you, giving you a once over before moving on to Daryl. “He hollars,”. Rosita. “Let him go,”. Then finally Glenn. “My mother,”. He stalked back over to the start of the line and pointed the bat at Eugene once again. “Told me to pick the very best one and you are..”. The bat landed on Abraham. “It,”. 

The bat was in front of Abrahams’ face as Negan began to speak again. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys’ other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.” Negan inhaled. “Hell, you’re all going to be doing that.”

The sound of the first crack of the bat was piercing. There were screams and cries around you but all you could do was remain silent as tears rolled down your reddened cheeks. You felt paralyzed.

“Ho ho,” Negan laughed. “Look at that, taking it like a champ,”. You dared a peak at Abraham, blood was pouring down his face. Daryl locked his fingers with yours. “Don’t look Y/N,” he pleaded. You looked down at your lap, your free hand resting on your stomach.

“Suck my nuts,” Abraham stuttered out before the bat came down onto Abrahams’ head again and again and again. Until everything went silent.

Negan chuckled again. He turned towards his men. “Did you hear that? He said suck my nuts,”.  His men erupted into laughter. Negan swished his bat around, blood splattering on the ground, on Ricks’ face and on your baby bump. Your mouth agape, you stared down at the crimson liquid that started to soak into your lilac tank top and onto your bare skin. “Oh my goodness, look at this!” Negan shouted happily. “You guys look at my dirty girl,”. He tsked. 

He stalked towards Rosita, placing the bat in front of her face. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight but quickly lowered her eyes. “Sweetheart,” he began, “Lay your eyes on this,”. Rositas’ eyes didn’t budge from where they had settled on. Negan was growing agitated. “Oh damn. Were you together?” Negan asked but Rosita still didn’t budge. “That sucks,” he added. “But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red and hell, he was, is and always will be red,” he spoke emphasizing on the ‘red’. ”He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look,”. He thrusted the bat in Rositas’ face.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Daryl shifting on his knees, preparing to get up. Panic rose in your chest and your mouth moved before you could stop it “leave her,”. Your voice was meek and you weren't sure he heard you until his footsteps grew closer to you. You looked up just as he squatted in front of you. Your eyes made contact and a wicked smile grew on Negans’ face. “Well hello there,” he spoke, his voice a lot softer than before. 

You gulped and felt Daryls’ hand on your stomach again. Negans’ eyes followed the movement of Daryls’ hand and he scoffed. “Don’t tell me this piece of shit is the father. He’ll ruin that baby,”. Before you could even register Negans’ words, Daryl was up and already punching him in the face. “No,” you yelled as a few men grabbed Daryl and dragged him to the floor. You went to get up but Michonne grabbed your arm, keeping you in place. 

Daryl was laying on the ground with a mans’ arm around his neck. He was grunting and breathing heavily. His eyes locked on you while a man named Dwight held Daryls’ crossbow to his own head. “Do you want me to do it? Right here,” Dwight asked Negan. Negan looked up at you as he grabbed a handful of Daryls hair and pulled his head back slightly. Daryl hissed in pain. “No. No you don't kill them, not until you try,” he answered. 

“Please let him go,” you whimpered. Negans’ grip on Daryl released and he sauntered over to you, kneeling once again. Daryl was thrashing and kicking on the ground, trying to get out of the Saviors’ grip but they didn’t budge. Your eyes drifted back to your bump once again. You were afraid to look at this man. He had just killed your friend with no remorse. Now he had your love pinned to the ground, his fate falling into Negans’ hands. All your fates in Negans’ filthy hands.

Negans’ grimy, gloved fingers gripped your chin tightly and angled your face so your eyes fell on him once again. His thumb gently caressed your cheek and it sent goosebumps down your spine. Not the good kind either. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he stated. You swore you could see a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “You really think he’s worth it?” he asked you. Your eyes hardened and you answered back with no hesitation “yes,”. He shook his head at your answer. “You’re stupider than you look,” he announced. “You can come back with me, be one of my wives and raise the baby in a safe environment, Together,” Negan suggested. Your response was to spit in his face. He closed his eyes while wiping his face.

He stood up and took one more look at you “sweetheart that was a bad idea,”. He motioned for his men to drag Daryl back in line. When he was next to you again you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to his palm. 

“Now I already told you people, first ones free then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!”. Negans’ booming voice made you curl into yourself, shielding your stomach since you didn't know what was to come. “No exceptions. Now I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important, I need you to know me,” he stood right in front of you as his speech spilled from his lips. “And sweetheart,”. You looked up at him. “Your actions have consequences, so back to it,”. The bat was raised above his head and your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for it to make contact with your head but it never came. Instead the bat came down onto Glenns’ head. 

The scream that escaped from your throat hurt. Glenn was your first friend since the apocalypse. You two spent endless hours chatting. He knew everything about you and vice versa. He was your best friend. 

 Glenns’ last words were for Maggie. You hid your head in Daryls’ good shoulder as sobs racked through your body. Your group was paralysed as Rick was whisked away to the van with Negan. It felt like hours before they came back out. Negan was trying to get Rick to surrender and conform so he had Carl lay on the ground waiting for Rick to chop his arm off. Rick pleaded and begged and Negan told Rick he belonged to him. We all belonged to him.

“Today was a productive damn day,” Negan announced. “Now, I hope for your sake that you get it now, that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going on that is over now,”. Negan paused his movement. “Ah, Dwight load him up,”. Your eyes snapped to Negan then to daryl. “No! No,” you yelled, grabbing onto Daryl as Dwight pulled him off the ground. You were pulled to your feet as well, your fingers locked with Daryls’ and neither of you letting go. 

“Don’t take him! Please,” you begged. You felt arms snake around your waist and roughly separate your hand from Daryls’. He was dragged off to a van and roughly shoved in the back, the doors slamming shut when he was inside. You clawed at the hands around your waist. You were thrown to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you and you gasped for air. You felt a hand grip your hair and force your head back. Negans’ mouth was in line with your ear when he spoke “If you want to try something, today, tomorrow I will cut pieces off,” he paused and looked around. “Hell’s his name?” he asked. Someone responded with Daryl and Negan was in line with your ear again. “Daryl,” he whispered, to which you responded with a whimper. “I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep or better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me,” he threatened. He placed a kiss to your hair, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. “I’ll be seeing you,” he promised as he released the grip of your hair and stood up. You remained on the ground.

“I’ll leave you sorry shits a truck, use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me, until then ta ta,”. You rested your forehead on the gravel as all the various trucks started their engines and drove away. 

The tears started to fall not long after that, sob after sob fell from your lips. You felt hands on your back, picking you up so you sat on the gravel. The arms wrapped around you and pulled you into them, comforting you. You cried and cried. Cried for Abraham. Cried for Glenn. Cried for Daryl. You cried for your life and your unborn child's life. You wondered if you would ever see Daryl again. If your baby would ever know their dad. No, you knew you would see him again. You knew he would be here for your babys’ life. You knew it. You'd make sure of it.  Because Daryl was worth it.

[emswritingsstuff]

can i plz request rosita x fem reader enemies to lovers 🙏🏼

Sunlight (Rosita Espinosa x Fem! Reader)

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Note: Implied PLATONIC! Glenn x Reader bc i love Glenn and i miss him

WC: 3.9k

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The prison was in flames, your newly found home gone. Just like that. You and Glenn were left there. As well as Tara, one of the Governors fighters, who was a stranger to you both. You had seen her during the fight, but she looked terrified. She didn’t want to do what they did, and you knew that, so you trusted her. Glenn knew it too; it's why he saved her. 

But no one else was there. Just you three. Amidst all the chaos, it was a no-brainer you all were going to get separated. But you did not think it was as bad as this. You both had no clue if your family was dead or alive, or even just injured, anything like that. 

It was just frustrating. And now you are stuck with people you barely know. They picked you up after Glenn passed out, you had guessed wanting to help. And stronger in numbers for their benefit. You had tried telling them you had to stay, but without Glenn, your fighting fell on deaf ears. It took Glenn waking up and breaking a window to actually be heard.  

Both of you tried to leave, Tara in tow. But Abraham wasn’t budging. What was his deal? You and Glenn kept walking, despite his loud protests. But soon both of you stopped when he spoke up. 

“When the people we love kick it, well they disappear. Doesn’t mean you have to go out that way too.” God that pissed you both off, just leave them in the slim chance they’re dead? Yeah no way. Before you could say anything, Glenn was quick to throw a punch. You were stunned, but noted in your brain to high five Glenn for it later. 

“She's alive, I'm gonna find her,” Glenn spat, quickly turning his heel and walking away. You nod along and walk forward with him. From behind, you heard Abraham speak up again,”Son of a bitch!” 

Abraham tackled Glenn and pinned him to the ground, starting a fight, punching Glenn in the face. “Fucking stop!” With no idea what had come over you, your fist collided with Abraham’s face. You stumbled backward in shock and soon you were met with a punch, that one coming from Rosita. “Punch him again, I’ll shoot you next time,” she said through gritted teeth walking away from you going to help Abraham. 

The tensions died down as soon as Eugene spotted the herd, putting all of your angry feelings towards that. Wiping the sweat off your face, you noticed blood on your hand. Rosita can pack a punch you noted to yourself. Grabbing your backpack you ripped out a rag and held it to your nose, hoping the bleeding would stop soon. 

“You okay?” You turn your head to see Glenn, holding a water bottle toward you. Taking it, you poured some of it on the rag to clean your face a bit. Handing the bottle back, Glenn took a swig and put it back in his bag. “I’m fine. What about you? Are you okay?” 

Glenn just shrugged, sighing frustrated. “I’m okay, just worried about Mags.” Placing your hand on his shoulder, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll find her,” he nodded sadly and looked up to see Rosita walking toward you both. She had Glenn’s picture of Maggie, handing it to him. 

“Thanks,” Rosita nodded her head in response, walking away but also managing to give you a dirty look before turning around. 

“I don’t like them” you said quietly enough so they couldn’t hear. 

“Well we don’t have a choice right now,” Glenn sighed in response. Looking down at his feet, almost defeated. Glenn gestured toward the leaking truck, you groaned and crouched down to sit. You put your head in your hands, tears threatening to fall, but you didn’t let them. Last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of these assholes.

“C’mon, we’re going,” Glenn nudged you and you stood up. Sniffling and keeping your head down, not caring to make eye contact. You trailed behind, Glenn leading the way for the groups mostly. You could slightly overhear Tara and Rosita’s conversation from where you were, talking about you. Great. 

“The hell is her deal?” Rosita gestured toward you, looking at Tara. Tara just shrugged in response, “Griefing probably, her and Glenn did just lose their whole community.” Rositas face softened a bit, looking back at you but she still whipped her head around. “Well she needs to get a grip, she’s not the only one who's lost people,” She picked up her pace, leaving Tara to walk with Abraham. Tara just shakes her head. That hurt, but you couldn’t let her words get to you. You just couldn’t. 

The footsteps stopping caused you to look up, seeing a sign. Terminus. Too good to be true you thought, “Maybe they’re there.” 

“Let’s go.” Glenn trudged along, you right beside him. You were going to find your family. Nightfall fell, and you all grew tired, deciding to camp out. You sat close to the fire, knees to your chest, just staring off. It was weirdly quiet. Just the sounds of the fire cracking filling the space. 

Abraham then decided to open his mouth, probably deciding it was way too quiet for him. “How many y'all even are there? In your group I mean” 

“Don’t know anymore, maybe 12,” Glenn sighed, poking the fire to make sure it stays lit. “And all of you made it?” 

“We can hope,” Glenn sat back and looked up at Abraham. He just had that weird smirk on his face, one of humor but kindness too. It was refreshing to meet someone so confident and different, but everything about him and his group still threw you off. 

You kept sneaking glances at Rosita from across the fire, already knowing you both weren’t going to be friends. Everytime she had talked about you it was to make a comment or ridicule what you were doing. Granted, you did punch her boyfriend square in the face, but he was pounding Glenn into the ground. 

But you couldn’t help but be so interested in her, with no clue why.

Your thoughts got the best of you and you were brought back hearing her speak up, “What are staring at?” Getting embarrassed you look down at your knees in front of you, running a hand through your hair. “Nothing, got lost in thought” you said quietly. She looked away from you and grumbled something to Abraham. 

Yeah, definitely not friends. 

Back on the road, the day dragged on. Following the track, Glenn kept finding messages from Maggie. Go to Terminus. She’s alive, thank God. While following the track, you got led to a tunnel. “We should go around, no clue what’s in there,” Abraham suggests, Glenn just shakes his head. 

“No, it could take days,” Glenn sheds his riot gear and hands it to Eugene. Signaling he was making the choice to go in. “I’m going too,” you say. Though everyone would have figured that out. “Guess this is goodbye, good luck out there. All of ya,” Abraham nods, you both nod in response and walk away. Noticing Tara come up behind you, flashing her a smile and a nod. 

Glenn flashes his flashlight down the tunnel, you were scared of what you were going to find in here. But if it meant finding your people, you’d do anything. Walking through the tunnel you came across walkers under rumble, Glenn immediately checking to make sure none of them are Maggie. All of you killed the remaining walkers and made your way up the rumble. When descending down, Tara’s foot got stuck and you were all met with a herd coming toward you. Shit. 

It was overwhelming. Glenn was trying to keep the walkers away and you were trying your best to get Tara out. “Just leave me, go!” You shook your head rapidly and kept trying to get her out. “We’ve come this far, like hell I’m gonna leave you.” More rapid gunshots rang through the tunnel, shots that definitely weren’t from Glenn’s gun. Looking over you see Abraham’s strong figure with the rest of his group, and a few other people you couldn’t make out. 

It clicked for Glenn faster than it did for you as you were focused on Tara and getting her out of the rumble. But the three people were people you knew all too well. “Maggie?” you let go of Tara and ran, Maggie engulfing you in a hug as soon as you collided. You separated and hugged Sasha and Bob as well, grateful that they were alive. 

You all set up camp in the tunnel, you’d offered to take watch. Knowing you probably won’t want to sleep anyways. Gun and knife in hand you sat there. Just letting your thoughts entertain you. Soon though, Rosita walked past you to grab something from the car they’d found and you tried to take this chance to maybe speak and make peace between you. 

“Thanks for saving our asses, thought we were done for,” you let out a slight laugh as she just shot you a blank look. Hand on her hip, giving off an annoyed energy. Wrong time, shit. 

“We’re only back because we happened to run into your group.” Silently nodding you let her go and just waved your hand as a goodbye. She just scoffed, going back to where Abraham was. 

This was going to be rough if they stayed, was all you thought to yourself. 

Once you all reached Terminus, your worries were right. Too good to be true. The train car was dark, making you feel like a lamb led to the slaughter. Which wasn’t too far off. Nonetheless, how could you fall for this trap? It was a well disguised trick. Making makeshift weapons proved harder than you thought, but you were desperate to survive this. 

All the men besides Abraham, Eugene and Carl were taken. Making you feel ill knowing what they might have to deal with in there. You heard Sasha ask Eugene about the cure. Rosita responded for him in a snippy manner, which pissed you off. “Now’s not the time for that,” you shot back at her, ultimately pissing her off too. 

“Oh now that you're done sulking you speak? And you speak back to me? You have some nerve.” She shook her head as she continued working, physically looking angry. You shook your head and looked back down to your attempt of a wooden dagger, hoping it was going to do the trick. Noises were heard coming toward the door and everyone remaining in the train car stood at the ready, weapons in hand. When the door opened, sighs of relief were heard all around as Rick was outside with the rest of the men taken. 

Everyone got out of Terminus, no one died. And eventually reuniting with Carol and Tyreese, Rick also getting baby Judith back. You guys couldn’t have been more lucky at that moment. 

But luck runs out, all of you were forced to continue on the road, Abraham’s group's big trip to Washington was a bust. Turns out Eugene lied, which you could’ve sniffed out from miles away. And to make things worse, Beth, Bob, and Tyreese were all gone. You were angry, people kept dying. 

Sitting in the barn on watch, you stared at everyone. Looking as peaceful as ever. It hurt, all the loss hurt. But you have to keep moving, or at least it's what you told yourself. Abrahams group was now officially part of your group, which turned out to be alright. All besides Rosita. 

You found herself wondering about her again. It felt wrong to already hate her, but she hasn’t been nice to you at all. Maybe that's just how she is with most people? You knew that you left a sour taste in her mouth after the big fight, but you wanted to make it right. She wouldn’t let you though, maybe it was easier for her to hate you. 

Letting out a deep exhale, you leaned your head up against the wall of the barn. Letting your mind go blank for a while. Not letting yourself think about anything happening. It was nice. 

The sun had started to come up, and tensions were raised again. A man named Aaron showed up, he was a complete stranger, inviting you to his community. Not again, this was definitely too good to be true. But he checked out, it was surprising. Once arriving in Alexandria, you were nicely surprised. Homes, running water, decent food supply, the works. Holy shit. This was real. 

Adjusting to life there went as smoothly as it could. You were luckily far away from the one person giving you trouble and for that you were thankful. But also kind of sad, but you pushed that away, why would you be sad? She could care less about you. But she plagued your mind all the time. 

Even if life was going easy, bumps in the road were bound to happen. And by bumps you mean potholes, massive potholes that ruin your car. Nonetheless, you had to manage to keep going. 

But the Saviors paused that idea of moving forward. After the attack on Denise, everyone was on edge. You included, finding solace in your porch. Just sitting out there relaxes you. Usually, you just rest, but today you were just watching. Watching the grass blow in the wind, the clouds travel in the sky, it was relaxing. 

Looking toward the street, you can see Rosita walking down the sidewalk. Looking almost distraught and upset. You honestly had no clue what was up. Something was wrong though, you were sure of it. Swallowing your pride, you made your way toward her. Doing your best to catch up before she noticed you were even there. 

When you were finally close enough you spoke up, “Hey Rosit-” She quickly stopped in her tracks and turned to look at you. Furious look on her face, “What do you want?” Swallowing hard, you told her, “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you just seem off lately.” You silently played with your hands nervously, why were you even nervous? 

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” She sneered back, turning to walk away again. Letting out a sigh of defeat you lightly yelled, “If you need anything, I’m here.” That stopped her again, this time Rosita didn’t turn around. “Why do you even care, just go,” she said almost silently. But you heard her loud and clear. “I care because you’re a member of our group,” that comment made her turn around to look right at you. 

She slowly looked down and walked toward you, you were fully prepared to be told off. But you were surprised when you saw the tears in her eyes falling down her cheeks. “Thanks. Guess you’re not so bad.” she sniffled a bit, laughing to make the situation more light hearted. 

You gave her a weak smile, “You’re not so bad yourself.” 

After that interaction, things with Rosita were better. You both didn’t argue anymore, but you still avoided each other. It was weird, but at least there was a chance for a friendship? 

Shit hit the fan before you could even work on that idea. Negan, that son of a bitch. Killed Abraham and Glenn right in front of your faces. It was horrific. Seeing your best friend die at the hands of a crazy man with a bat enraged you, but all you could do was sob. Sob as the bat hit him again and again and again. 

Burying Glenn was the worst thing you had to do so far, and with his pregnant wife? Even worse. You felt numb, Glenn was with you from the beginning and now he was gone just like that. No amount of scrubbing could get his blood off your body. You were angry, you wanted to kill Negan. It wasn’t possible though, not possible when he has a whole army at his disposal. 

Maggie had asked you to clean out her and Glenn's house for some of Glenn’s sentimental things to take up to Hilltop. She told you that if you wanted anything you could have it, which you were grateful for. Glenn didn’t have much, he wasn’t one for material items. While packing up a box, you noticed a red cap in his closet. Picking it up, you threw it in the box, deciding to look at it more when you were outside. You packed up a few smaller things and you made your way out, but stopped on the porch when your eyes caught the cap again. 

You held it by the brim and looked to see the logo on the front, tears welling up when you saw it was the hat from the pizza shop you had both worked at. Setting down the box gently, you made your way to the stairs of the porch. You sat down and just let the tears fall. Glenn was the one to get you a job there, and he kept you sane when customers got weird or mean. He was like a big brother to you, and now he's gone. Gone for good. 

In the midst of your sobbing, you saw a figure slowly approach. Vision blurry, you could barely make out who was approaching. But you soon found out it was Rosita, you were surprised she even walked up to you.  

Sitting there silently, your eyes met Rositas and you could feel she was feeling the same pain as you. If not that, something worse. 

“Can I sit,” Rosita pointed to the open spot beside you. Giving a weak nod she took the spot and let out a defeated sigh. The silence between you both was comfortable, or as comfortable as it could be in this situation. You desperately wanted to break the silence, but you had no clue if you had the strength too. But one of you eventually did. 

“I going to kill that fucker,” Rosita said through her gritted teeth. With the same emotion she had with you all those months ago. “I’ll watch him die, make him feel how they did,” the grip on her hands tightened as she spoke. Her body eased up as soon as the tears fell from her eyes, causing her to put her head down in shame. Giving her a moment you still sat there, looking at the worn out hat. Thinking back to all the good times, even when the dead started walking. 

“It was a bullshit way for them to go. Both of them, Glenn would’ve wanted to go out defending his family. Not just be some number. I didn’t know Abraham well, but I know he would’ve wanted that too.” What you said was nothing but above a whisper, but Rosita heard you. You knew she did. Her eyes puffy and glossy, she looked at you, “I’m sorry,” you shook your head. “Don’t, them dying wasn’t-” Rosita shaking her head rapidly made you stop speaking. 

“Not that. Treating you horribly all those times, and especially when we first met. I was angry, everything was so shit. I was scared to get close to anyone but Abe and Eugene. My resolution was to make enemies, not get close. Now I realize I was stupid for that.” Hearing those words come out of her mouth was a relief, now you finally knew. 

Nodding along, you rested your hand on her shoulder showing her that you understand. She moved her gloved hand to rest on yours, rubbing small circles in your hand. “Getting close is scary, but maybe we can try. Support each other, you know.” Saying that to her made your stomach flutter, but in the best way possible. Your stomach doing more flips when she smiles back at you. 

“I’d love that.” 

Time moves slowly, especially when you’re anticipating a war. You and Rosita had been working closely ever since that day on the porch. You could confidently say that you both were friends now, which made you happy. There was something else there though, the same feeling you couldn’t pinpoint from the beginning. But you know you felt so much more stronger about her than just wanting to be friends. 

You had never felt this way about her, but more thinking made you realize you did. You just didn’t let yourself believe it. She was stunning, her hair looked so soft, her skin glowed in the sunlight, there was so much to look at with her. And she was smart, she always knew what to do. Knowing almost everything you needed to know. It attracts you to her more and more. 

When dismantling the dynamite, watching her blew you away. How concentrated she was, now delicate she was to not set them off. How could you have not seen this before? When running to block the ramp, Rosita got knocked over by a walker. Survival instincts kicked in and you quickly took out the walkers and helped her up when the coast was clear. 

“You okay?” Rosita quickly nods and runs after Tara and Carl, you not far behind. Once in the car, somewhat safe, you took a deep breath, looking at Rosita in the seat in front of you. Glaring back at you, she gives you a light nod to replace an ‘i’m okay’. Flashing her a soft smile, you look out the window hoping to forget your worries but all you could think about is Rosita. 

Fuck, you love her. You couldn’t deny it anymore. 

A few days after the highway, you caught Rosita on her way out of Alexandria. Looking more determined than ever. A feeling in your gut told you this wasn’t good. You knew something was going on so you followed, trying not to be creepy but also not wanting her to do something stupid. 

“I know you’re there (Y/N), you can’t stop me,” you stopped after she said that. Freezing in your tracks. She also stopped and turned around, giving you a blank expression. “I wasn’t going to, you have your mind set and I can’t stop you. But I at least want to know what's happening.” 

“I’m going to kill Negan,” You knew it, but who were you to stop her. You took a few steps closer so that you could put your hand on her shoulder. “Okay, but please come back,” you whispered, just so she could hear. 

“Promise. I’ll see you later,” she turned away and walked the rest of the way to the gate. Disappearing into the distance. 

You were a nervous wreck. It was late at night when she eventually came back. You were on watch so you were the one to let her in. Pushing the gate, you were immediately met with her blank expression again. You felt off again, like something happened. 

“Did something bad-” before you could finish asking her about the mission, her lips collided with yours. The kiss was soft and passionate, but also eager. Like she had been wanting to do that forever. When she pulled away and you shot her a confused look, but also made sure she knew you were okay with the kiss. 

“I realized something while out there. I really fucking like you. Like really bad, and I think I’ve always had.” Smiling at her, you nodded softly, taking your hands in hers. “I like you too, Figured it out recently.” She giggled at you and squeezed your hands tight. 

If friendship was possible, a relationship sure as hell can be too.

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Right on the Wrong Side of It All

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Savior Era

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore, canonical character death, blood, injuries

Summary: Negan doesn’t take Daryl. In the aftermath of the lineup, you’re trying to keep it together while Daryl is falling apart.

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It wasn’t that you didn’t care about the others. You were all in the same predicament. You were all scared. You were all angry. Now, you would all have to grieve. There was still the prospect that the casualties were not yet culminated. 

The certifiable leader of the Saviors was currently tormenting Rick using Carl. While that in itself was enough to sour your stomach, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from your archer. 

Daryl had been dragged out of the back of a van, a dingy blanket wrapped around his bloody shoulders. With several friends between the two of you, you couldn’t make out the wound clearly. What you could see was the pallor that was growing more profound; the way his eyes fluttered and struggled to remain open. 

His condition only worsened after his outburst. 

Negan was taunting Rosita with a bat lathered in Abraham’s blood and brain matter. Daryl launched himself at the man and landed a solid punch. Your cries rang louder than anyone’s when the archer was taken down and his own crossbow was aimed at his head. 

“Please, not him.” You pleaded, bowing your head when Negan approached you. His lip was still curled in distaste at Daryl’s actions but he seemed willing to entertain your demands. 

“Well, well, well. Someone knows how to behave.” You waited for the bat to meet your chin but the leather-clad maniac curled a finger there instead, guiding you to look at him. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“My—my name is Y/N.” You managed to stammer out between sobs. 

“Is that right? Now, Y/N, mind tellin’ me why a pretty little creature like you would speak up for mangy macho man over there?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing out more tears, while he stroked a gloved finger down your jaw. You could hear Daryl’s struggles renew with threatening shouts becoming muffled when his face was pressed further into the dirt. You opened your eyes and fixed the man in front of you with the most supplicated gaze you could manage. “He’s my husband. Please, god, please don’t hurt him.” 

“God? Well, sugar, I’ve been called a few things but never god.” The way he laughed made you cringe but you kept your watery eyes engaged. He continued to smile at you, a sly leer that made your stomach flip. “Dwight.” He called over his shoulder. “Get him back in line.”

“But—” 

“Now, I know you weren’t about to question me.” Negan’s smile finally faltered. He patted your cheek and stood, twirling that damn bat with a flourish that was meant to sling around your friend’s blood. 

You were able to drag your gaze away from it to watch Daryl be roughly deposited back in his former spot, panting and grunting with a pained grimace. You willed his eyes to find yours, and he obliged, but he looked down at his knees when you slowly shook your head. 

“Now I already told you people—first one’s free, then—what’d I say?” Negan leaned back to add a certain brashness to the words. “I said I would shut that shit down. No exceptions.” There was a foreboding heaviness that settled in the air. You found yourself breathing harder, digging your fingers into the dirt. “Now, I don’t know what kinda lying assholes you’ve been dealing with but I’m a man of my word.” He smiled at Daryl, resulting in you baring your teeth like some feral beast ready to rip the man’s throat out to protect your mate. “First impressions are important. I need you to know me. So…back to it.”

You screamed when the bat came down on Glenn’s head. 

Negan and his cronies had departed a while ago, but everyone was still sitting where they had been left. The air was pregnant with a cacophony of sobs while the birds continued to sing as nature awoke to a new day. Maggie was the first to move, Rick pleading with her to sit; to continue the journey to Hilltop. To Alexandria. Anywhere but where you were. 

You began to stir from your own torpor, instinctively seeking out Daryl. He was sitting on his hip, one leg outstretched while he leaned onto his good hand. He was staring vacantly at the ground as he swayed on the spot. 

“Daryl.” You whispered. Your voice didn’t want to cooperate but it made no difference. You were already crawling toward him. You didn’t dare trust your legs. “Daryl.” You tried again once you reached him. Your arms instantly encircled his neck of their own accord, holding him close. The feel of his warm breath hitting your neck in shallow puffs of air made your tears begin anew. He was still alive. They could have taken him from you but he was still alive. “Can you look at me?”

His head turned slowly, bleary eyes finding yours. You touched his cheek, finding it cold; his skin clammy. He said something so quietly that you didn’t catch it. 

“What?”

“S’my fault.” He repeated, a tremble to his tone. 

“It’s not.” You brushed his sweaty locks out of his face. He looked terrible. Pale with dark circles around his eyes; his lips colorless. His shirt was sticky with blood. “We need to get you to Hilltop. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” He didn’t fight you when you began to peel the fabric away from the wound. “It went clean through but it had to be close range. It made a mess.” The wound had clotted, thankfully, but he wasn’t out of the woods. He had already lost too much. There was the possibility of infection. “Rick, we need to go. Maggie and Daryl need medical attention.”

“I’m trying, Y/N.” The former sheriff was exasperated and rightfully so. 

Daryl rested his head against your shoulder, trembling with the effort to hold back his tears. Your arms encircled him while you stroked his hair and whispered reassurances. “Just take it easy. I’ve got you.” You looked up as Rick kneeled beside you, his eyes bloodshot and face still wet. “Maggie?”

“Sasha’s gonna take care of her. Keep her safe.” He rested a hand on Daryl’s knee and squeezed. The archer didn’t stir. “How’s he doin’?”

“We’re all in some form of shock right now but he’s in medical shock. We need to get him to Hilltop. Bastards let him sit and bleed.” You hissed, rubbing circles on Daryl’s back. 

“You told Negan Daryl was your husband.”

You shrugged. “He might as well be. I just wanted to give him something. Play the sympathy card.” You glanced over at Maggie, feeling your heart contract. “It worked.” You felt horrible about it, you couldn’t help it. Still, your partner was alive and breathing in your arms. Your relief outweighed your guilt. 

“Let me get Aaron. We’ll get him loaded up.”

You felt Daryl growing heavier and heavier. “Hurry. Please hurry.” You pleaded, holding your archer tighter. Rick nodded and pushed himself up, calling for Aaron. “I’ve got you, Daryl. I’ve got you. Hang on for me. Okay? I need you to hold on.”

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SKELETONS | ch. 66

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Summary: The Alexandrians recover from the Wolves' attack. Daryl, Sasha and Abraham finish leading the walkers away, and start on their way back home before facing an unexpected obstacle. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; guilt; mourning; anxiety; ambush; motorcycle crash; injury related to such; burned and melted bodies; character getting knocked unconscious

Chapter 66 - Wolves

Michonne and a few others arrived within the next couple hours. She told them what had happened, the air horn separating most of the walkers from their plan. The incoming hordes. Aaron and Tobin volunteered to collect the Alexandrian bodies and their… severed parts. Glenn and Nicholas were also supposed to arrive, but hadn’t yet. Maggie was worrying herself sick as Michonne explained.

“The town was overrun. He split off with Nicholas. He had this idea that… that if he lit a fire, it would stop the walkers from coming here. I tried to go instead. I wanted to. That fire never got lit. We had to keep going. I’m sorry.” Michonne recounted, looking to Maggie. Rosita and Iris stood on either side, attempting some method of comfort, but it wasn’t helpful. “He said if he got stuck, he would find a way to send us a signal.”

“A signal?” Maggie asked.

“Open the gate!” A voice yelled in the distance. Iris was easily distracted, stepping toward the gate. She looked up to Deanna, who stood at the guard post looking over the wall. “Open the gate! Open the gate now!”

“Holy shit. Rick.” Iris realized, bolting to the gate. She ripped the chain link open, Michonne appearing at her side to haul the gate to the side. As soon as they could see him, Iris paled. He was running, but the horde followed behind him. Rick bodychecked one of the walkers aside, a few others appearing at the gate to help clear them. There were too many to count, too many to fight. 

Rick practically dove through the gap, Tobin and Michonne hauling the gate closed behind him. Deanna looked white as a ghost. They watched as the walkers slammed against the bars, Michonne closing the chain link tight. Immediately, Tobin began gathering others to reinforce the walls, gathering whatever materials they had inside to set up supports. Iris was reminded of the logs they had to hold up the fence in the prison… but this was no chain link prison fence. 

Everyone that remained in Alexandria was gathered near the walls as they set up the supports. Iris turned as Rick appeared, coming back from greeting Carl and Judith.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder. She smiled, nodding. They were her family, too. She explained to him what had happened with the truck, the damaged or dented part of the wall at risk, especially with the hordes coming now. “You holding up?” He asked, tilting his head. Iris inhaled deeply and nodded.

“He promised.” She said simply, offering a pathetic shrug. He pursed his lips, nodding. 

“He will.” Rick assured. Iris could feel a speech coming on. “You can hear it!” Rick called, addressing the whole group. “Some of you saw it. They got back here, half of them. Still enough to surround us twenty deep. Look, I know you’re scared. You haven’t seen anything like this. You haven’t been through anything like this. But we’re safe, for now. The panel the truck hit seems intact. We reinforced it just in case. Either way, the wall’s gonna hold together. Can you? The others, they’re gonna be back.” He looked to Iris pointedly.

“They’re gonna be back.” Rosita echoed, nodding more to herself than anyone else. Rick nodded back. 

“Daryl, Abraham, Sasha, they have vehicles. They’re gonna lead ‘em away, just like the others. And Glenn and Nicholas are gonna walk back through the front gate after. They know what they’re doing, and we know what we need to do. We keep noise to a minimum. We pull our blinds at night. Even better, keep the lights out. Try to make this place as quiet as a graveyard, and we move on.���

“This place is a graveyard.” Francine stated, her voice breaking. 

“The quarry broke open and those walkers were heading this way. All of them. The plan that Rick put into place stopped that from happening. He got half of them away.” Aaron called, addressing the group. “I was out there recruiting with Daryl. I wanted to try to get into a cannery and scavenge, and Daryl wanted to keep looking for people. We did what I wanted… and we wound up in a trap set by those people and I lost my pack. They must’ve followed our tracks. Those people who attacked us, they found their way back here because of me.” Deanna shook her head, walking away from the group.

“There’ll be more to talk about.” Rick assured quietly.

“Deanna?” Tobin called. The group turned to watch as she walked away. She didn’t stop. “Deanna!”

-

“It’s not your fault.” Iris said quietly, sitting next to Aaron on his front step. Eric had ducked inside, going to get him some water. “Causality is not the same as intent.”

“The result is the same.” Aaron murmured, cradling his head in his hands. “I can’t believe… I should have listened to him.”

“He is right more often than not.” Iris admitted, nodding. “Don’t tell him I said that. You cannot blame yourself. You blame the wolves, not the sheep.”

“Stupid fucking sheep.” Aaron scoffed, shaking his head. Iris sighed, rubbing his back gently. She opened her mouth to say more, but he stood abruptly, walking off. 

-

Iris stood on lookout, silently watching the hordes slam against the wall, milling around outside with nothing better to do. She sighed, turning at the sound of someone else climbing the ladder. Rick nodded in acknowledgement, holding up the walkie. 

“Daryl, Sasha, Abraham, you copy?” He asked. There was no answer. 

“Rick? Can I come up?” Called a voice. Iris peered over the edge to see Ron. Rick looked to Iris in question and she shrugged.

“Yeah.” Rick replied. Rick climbed up the ladder too, getting himself a good look. “You haven’t seen it.” A statement, not a question.

“No.” Ron replied, astonished.

“Not exactly a nice view.” Iris stated. Ron shrugged.

“Enid, she uh, she used to sneak over the walls, spend time out there. I don’t know why, she just wanted to. But um…” He trailed off. “I think she went out there after the attack.”

“What, she’s still out there?” Rick asked, astonished at the fact that he hadn't said something sooner.

“She disappeared during, left Carl a note.” Iris pointed out. “I assumed she wanted to leave.”

“She wouldn’t have just left without saying goodbye.” Ron denied, huffing. Iris raised an eyebrow. Yes, she would have. “You know, she knows how to take care of herself.” Rick gave him an incredulous look, slowly turning back to stare out at the walkers. “We can’t go out there. Carl wanted to try. I stopped him and told him I’d tell you if he did. And then, um… I don’t know, I just thought I should tell you—”

“Fucking hell.” Iris murmured, standing up and hooking her rifle over her shoulder.

“Do you know where he is now?” Rick asked. 

“Yeah, he’s back at the house. I saw him on the porch with Judith. I can keep guard now if you want…” Ron offered.

“They’re keeping guard now.”  Iris pointed down to the walkers. “I was looking out for the others.  A sign from Glenn, anything.”

“Alright.” Ron agreed. Iris raised an eyebrow but nodded, both her and Rick headed to the ladder. “So I was thinking about what you said by the quarry,” Rick grimaced, turning back to him. Iris snickered, taking her opportunity to climb down. “And I mean, you’re right. I need to know how to protect myself and my mom and my brother. This place. So… can you teach me how to shoot?” Rick looked over the edge to Iris and she nodded, making her way to Carl and Judith at the house while Rick taught Ron how to use his gun. 

-

Iris braced her hands on either side of the kitchen counter, tears quietly trickling down her cheeks until they fell to the counter. There had always been times where he was gone, out on a run and got stuck, something or other. From the farm to the prison, to Alexandria. But somehow, Iris realized, it got harder and harder for her every time he left. Especially in circumstances like these, where all she could do was wait, trapped. 

Maybe he was trying to get back but couldn’t because of the walkers outside. What if he was alone? He could always handle himself, but what if something happened to Abraham and Sasha and Daryl… didn’t make it? Couldn’t? What if something happened to him and he was alone?

Iris shuddered through a silent sob as she thought about it, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. She had a hard time sleeping when he wasn’t there. Now… it was almost impossible. A soft cooing came from the kitchen door and she turned to see Carl standing in the threshold, Judith in his arms reaching out toward her with grabby hands. 

She smiled softly through the tears as Carl brought Judith closer, until she could take her into her arms. Judith buried her face in her hair and Carl smiled.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I… it’s hard.” Iris nodded, not saying more as she held out her hand. He took it, getting pulled into a hug. Iris cradled the two of them, ruffling Carl’s hair with her free hand. “Judy and me are always here to talk, or… to not talk.”

“I know, cowboy.” Iris whispered.

-

“Alright.” Sasha said, the cloudy morning having greeted them a few hours ago, and she switched with Abraham.

“That’s twenty?” Daryl asked, more than ready, if not excited to get off the bike. It was comfortable, but not nearly as comfortable as not riding a motorcycle for twenty-four hours or more.

“It will be. Six-forty-two is a mile ahead.” Sasha replied. “We gotta put distance between us and them before the turn off.” 

“So floor it.” Abraham said, pulling up beside Daryl and he turned to nod, the two vehicles speeding up to get some good distance from the walkers. 

“Try to keep up.” Daryl replied.

“Daryl, have you looked at this car? Believe me, we want to get back there, too.” Sasha chuckled. 

They reached the turn in no time, pulling off right at the mile marker to turn back around. The road led them into a small collection of industrial buildings, right alongside a chain link fence. They slowed, not wanting to burn too much gas, but just as Daryl released the clutch a bit, gunshots sounded through the air. 

He ducked, beginning to weave on the bike as a few of the shots shattered the rear windshield of the car. They sped up again, and Daryl spotted shooters lining either side of the road, ambushing them. A car pulled out from a side road, more shooters following after them. Daryl turned too quickly, the bike skidding and sliding to the ground near a few other parked cars. 

He grunted in pain, the leg of his jeans and the sleeve of his leather jacket torn to reveal the gnarly road rash across his arm, calf and thigh. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and he’d still be able to walk fine, but he didn’t have time to think about it as the shots continued. Sasha and Abraham sped on, still being chased by the other car. 

Daryl started up the bike again, pulling out only to be quickly followed by two more cars, the shooters from before now sitting in the passenger seats, leaning out with rifles aimed at him. He turned around another building, finding a small collection of walkers waiting for him. He weaved in between them, letting them become an obstacle for the vehicles in pursuit. 

He pulled around the few dumpsters and shipping containers in the area before turning down a gravel road in the back, one car following after him. The bike, thankfully, was retrofitted with off-road tires, making it easy for him to zip into the forest and ride between the trees. 

He waited under the cover of the forest while the car chasing him had driven past, taking the opportunity to pull across the road covertly. He continued down a gravel road, well, more of a trail, the bike beginning to slow as the roaring engine became more of a hum.

Daryl and the bike made it to a barren part of the forest, no leaves and no vegetation, simply tall stalks that seemed to be trees and various sticks littering the ground. This section of the forest had been on fire, little-to-no visible life remaining.

Letting the bike fall, Daryl collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily as the shock wore off and the pain began to set in. He grunted, sitting up slightly to survey the area. 

He made a small noise of surprise as a soft snarl caught his attention, and he turned to face a half-dead walker, burnt to a crisp, wearing motorcycle gear. The clothing had long since melted and cemented itself to the walker’s flesh, the helmet misshapen and black, the plastic burnt and warped. The biker was melted to the ground, and Daryl sighed, flopping onto his back and staring up at the cloudy sky. 

When he was ready, Daryl slowly sat back up, gathered his thoughts and stood the bike up. He began the long, tedious venture of wheeling the bike through the woods, trying his best to maneuver through the burned corpses of walkers to get back to Alexandria.

It wasn’t easy. This bike was very heavy, not to mention the ground not exactly as smooth as an asphalt road. He wheeled it down a small hill, grunting in frustration as it got away from him, hitting the ground. He didn’t have much energy left for this, wincing at the feeling of his clothing rubbing against the road rash. Thankfully, he still had his walkie. Though whether or not he was in range with anyone was another question. They’d have to be about six miles away, and he had no hope of contacting anyone at Alexandria.

“Sasha, Abraham, are you there?” He asked. There was only static for a response and he shut it off. His blood was beginning to trickle down his fingers. In frustration, Daryl ripped off one of the fingerless gloves he wore, shrugging out of the jacket to reassess his injuries. He hissed in pain, cradling his arm a bit as he looked through the blood. Not terrible. 

Unclipping a bag from the frame of the bike, he started to open it to find his first aid supplies when a twig snapped in the distance. There was rustling, so he dropped the bag and swapped it for his crossbow. Pulling a few fallen branches over his bike, he started off in the general direction to find whatever it was that was disturbing him.

He crept silently across the dirt toward a tree that had a few branches leaning against it in a makeshift lean-to, whipping around the side only to find two young women, standing up abruptly, their hands in the air. The two of them were disheveled, covered in dirt and soot. But they seemed unarmed, which meant there was either someone else around, or hidden weapons.

“You found us, okay?” The taller one with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail huffed. The shorter one with cropped blonde hair said nothing, half hiding behind her. “Here we are. We earned what we took.” Another twig snapped behind him and just as Daryl turned to look, a shorter man with blond hair and scraggly facial hair smacked him across the face with a thick tree branch. Then everything went dark.

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Can u do carl grimes angst

after glenns death, negan has an impact on carl and y/n so they have very bad angst every day then negan notices and makes the situation worse so like he makes y/n try to k1ll carl to make her feel guilty

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"Rage Filling-up Semi-trucks"

You could still remember his face, Glenn's face. His sad and pleading eyes looking at his wife, Maggie, as he said the words, "Maggie—I'll find you." Those were the finals words that he spoke, those words haunted you and everyone.

Carl wanted to kill Negan, he hated him for what he did to both Glenn and Abraham. Both were strong and honest men who were loved to the moon and back. And now they were gone. And what really was the icing on the cake was that Negan would come by Alexandria and take resources, leaving the Alexandrians with barely anything.

And this enraged everyone.

You sat on the sofa, feeling helpless and miserable. You wished that he wasn't gone. Glenn was a father that you never had and always wanted. He was the light of your life. You didn't know how you were going to spend the rest of your life without him.

As your thoughts spiraled into a tornado, Carl walked by, his hair was dripping wet. He must've gotten out of the shower. "Are you okay?" asked the boy hovering over you.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you fucking okay?

Simply, no. You weren't. "Do I look okay, Carl? Do I fucking look okay? Glenn was a father to me. He was my best friend too. And now he's gone and I'll never seen him again!" You yelled with the force of a hundred thunderstorms. Your voice was unshaken.

"I miss him too! It's not just you, okay? I loved Glenn. He was family! I miss him all the time, every waking moment, I yearn for him." Carl replied.

He was right. It wasn't just you that missed him. Everyone missed him. Everyone who was present at the lineup missed him. Glenn was someone that was unforgettable. He changed and saved lives, including yours.

"Fuck. Congratulations, Carl! You were right, again! You're always right, aren't you? You and your smug smile," you scoffed. "Y/N, don't. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, his eyes watery, bringing you back to the night filled with terror.

"Fuck you for being right. Fuck you for being you." You ran out of the house, tears pouring down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. He was being an asshole.

You heard a loud rattle of metal. "Rick, come on out! Let me in, baby! I need my shit now!" An all too familiar voice yell. Negan wasn't supposed to come for another week. Well, that's Negan Smith, the murderer of Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. So, you couldn't expect much from him anyway.

You watched as Rick went over and opened the gates of Alexandria. Negan, along with his crew, came in. "Woah, Rick! This shithole stinks. You ever use a bit of Febreze every now and then?" Negan joked.

You couldn't stand looking at him. You wanted to kill him and rip both his eyes out. But you needed a better plan. A plan that would guarantee Negan dead.

You went back inside and saw Carl putting his gun into his holster and a switchblade in his boot. You glared at him. You hadn't forgiven him yet.

It was definitely too early. "Y/N."

"What?" you replied.

He went closer to you, "Come on, we can kill that motherfucker together."

"You know what I want to do? Yeah, I wanna torture him. I want to rip his eyes out and cut his tiny little dick off. Then, I wanna bash his skull in like he did to Glenn."

Carl tilted his head.

"Y/N, we can do that together."

"No! Fucking no! I'm doing it alone. I don't want you with me. I'm not fragile. I never fucking was!" You yelled. You pushed him away.

"Y/N, you can talk to me."

"But do you listen? You just make it about yourself. Always trying to relate to make ME feel better. God, fuck you." you slapped him.

You went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, you pushed away few boxes of stale cereal and grabbed the undocumented guns and knives. You picked a pistol and a switchblade.

You hid the switchblade in your boot and grabbed a holster from a different cabinet and put it on and tucked your gun in there. You adjusted your shirt, letting it hide the gun.

As you started to leave the house you said, "Carl, don't you think about following me."

You left, slamming the door. As you made your way down the porch, you heard someone call your name. "Oh, Y/N Rhee! It is Rhee, right? That's your last name."

The way your name rolled off his tongue, gutted you in a hundred ways, all ending with the same thing. Rage.

Y/N Rhee. He called you Y/N Rhee. Rhee. That was Glenn's last name. And he was using your name to ridicule Glenn's.

"Fuck you, Negan," you muttered.

He heard it. "Woah, the little miss can bark."

You looked around, no one was around. Not Rick, not Carl, not even Negan's goons. You discretely lifted your shirt up and grabbed the gun. You cocked the gun and ran to him, tackling him to the ground.

You put the gun to his forehead.

"I know you're sad. I've felt that pain before."

"No! You don't get to tell me about said. You do not get to do that. You're a monster. You are the fucking devil, Negan. And I'm ending it for you. Not tomorrow or later. But today."

Negan chuckled.

"No, you won't, dear. You're too pathetic and weak," said Negan.

It wasn't true. He was wrong. You had a strong will to kill him. And there was nothing preventing you to kill him. Nothing. You already had your finger on the trigger. You just needed to put a little bit more weight and he'd be bleeding out on the hot and rough ground, staining it.

"Do it. I dare you."

You couldn't. You got up and tucked your gun back in your holster.

"You know, you should never have your finger on the trigger if you're not ready to shoot. Have you ever even shot someone?" He asked.

You had. A few times. To you, those people you'd shot before were meaningless enemies. But to someone else, they were family.

"Yeah."

Negan nodded and sat next to you on the porch. "You know, kid, I'm sorry," Negan said with a smile.

"No, you're not," you replied. "You know that boyfriend of yours, Carl, right?"

You nodded.

"I heard you two fighting. Y'all were fucking loud! And I gotta say, that sounds like a fucked up relationship. Maybe It'd be better if he's dead." Death is something we all near each year and yet we try and stray far from. But now you had the opportunity to do it.

It'd be better. You two fought a lot. "Think about it, Y/N. It'd be freeing," and with that, he left.

You went back inside and grabbed your switchblade that you'd tucked in your boot earlier. Carl sat on the sofa, he looked angry.

"Oh, hey, Carl," you called out. "Hey, Y/N, listen, I'm sorry."

Everyone was sorry, but did they fucking mean it? No.

You charged at him and pushed him off of the sofa. You pinned him to the ground and brought your blade up to his throat.

"Y/N, don't do this."

"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do!" You yelled.

You brought the blade closer.

"I heard everything Negan said!" He blurted out.

You looked away, mortified. You listened to Negan Smith. You actually let him get inside your head. With that thought, tears streamed down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Carl," you said.

You tossed the blade aside and the two of you got up and hugged each other.

"I let him get into my head. I let him... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"You don't have to be. Negan is just another fucked up, psychopath with parental issues who murders innocents for fun."

You laughed.

It was so fucking true.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

hey, whats up?? anyway.. i havent written in a long time so i decided to grace yall with my presence. HAHAHAH

anyway could yall tell i was listening to all too well and because i liked a boy?? HAHAHHA there are so many silly little references.

anyway send me more reqs!!

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close to home | chapter twenty six

close to home | chapter twenty six

plot: the reader and Maggie have a heart to heart about a certain archer, and Eugene tells everyone the truth about his devious lies

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,957 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, character death A/N: thank you for reading!!! rip Beth

You were antsy as the truck approached the church. It had been a long day, and Eugene was still nursing the headache that would likely linger for a few days. You were confident he didn’t have a concussion, just some really bad bruises. 

When the group decided to go back, you were ecstatic. The idea of seeing Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tyreese and Sasha, and hopefully Daryl again had you nearly bouncing on the seat. You wanted to yell at Abraham to drive faster. 

When the church came into view, you grabbed Tora and your bag, waiting for it to halt. You couldn’t really see what was going on outside--other than Abraham blocking the doors--so you gave a quick look before jumping down. 

“(Y/N)!” Carl yelled. 

You smiled and ran over to the kid, giving him a hug and bringing Michonne in with one. As you pulled away and they greeted the rest of the group, you looked around. Only Carl, Michonne, Judith, and Gabriel were there. 

You looked back at Michonne as she looked between you and Maggie. “Beth’s alive. She's in a hospital in Atlanta. Some people have her, but the others went to get her back.”

Her words left you speechless, and you felt your knees weaken slightly as Maggie clung to you. “Do we know which one?” She asked. 

“Grady Memorial.” 

***

You were anxious as the truck stopped at one of the back entrances of the hospital. Rosita and Tara immediately scoped out the area as you followed Maggie and Glenn. There were dead bodies littered on the ground, and you glanced to see if they were anyone from your group, but you didn’t recognize anyone. 

Maggie glanced back at you with a smile, and you returned it. Your hands were tingling with excitement, and you tried to control it. Your baby cousin was alive. She was alive. And she would be here soon. You’d be able to see that smiling face and hear her laugh--the same childlike laugh she’s had since she was a little girl. 

Of course, you were all on guard, and your gun was pointed in awareness. When you got closer to the door, you watched as Rick walked out, leading the group. Your eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, and your stomach tightened. 

You picked up your pace and caught up to Maggie, lowering your gun and watching your family walk out the doors. You’d just passed one of the fences when you saw Daryl, who had been crying, and in his arms was Beth. 

All the air left your lungs and your knees weakened. Your heart fractured and broke apart as Maggie started screaming, falling onto her knees. Hot, thick tears pooled and overflowed from your eyes, and you started shaking your head. “No, no, no.”

Daryl was crying as he approached the two of you, laying Beth’s body in front of you. You weren’t sure how you managed to kneel next to her, but you did and took her small hands in your own. Maggie was crying hysterically as you cried silently, watching as she knelt her head on her sister’s stomach. 

You looked down at your sweet cousin’s face and cupped her cheeks, brushing back her bloody hair and leaning down to kiss her forehead. 

You felt hands on your back, and Daryl knelt beside you, but you couldn’t focus on him. You could only stare at your baby cousin. 

“We can’t…” Rick said, wiping tears from his eyes. “We have to move. The city isn’t safe.” 

Your hands shook as you let go of your cousin and looked up to see Glenn embrace Maggie. You cried harder at the sight of her and slowly stood up, wiping away continuously as each tear fell. 

Unspoken words filled you as you watched Rick pick up Beth’s body with shaking arms. You could see on his face how devastated he was, but you couldn’t focus on it. Your world was titled off its axis, and no one supported you. The one person that felt your pain had more pain than you over this had someone for her. 

You felt a hand on your back and turned, looking up at Daryl’s tear-soaked face. 

“‘M sorry,” He said. 

Not knowing what else to do, you slowly nodded and moved toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he held you tightly, repeating that he was sorry repeatedly. 

“(Y/N), we gotta go,” He whispered, pulling away slightly. His arm was still wrapped around you, and he held you tightly against him, but you could walk side by side. 

You were thankful he was supporting you as you walked towards the truck because you weren’t sure if you’d been able to make it. You vaguely heard Rick and Tyreese saying they were going to grab another car, the truck wouldn’t fit everyone, and the car they’d taken initially was too far away. You didn’t pay attention as you climbed into the empty truck and slid into the seat closest to the window. 

Tora jumped on your lap, undoubtedly sensing something was wrong. Daryl got into the truck, too, scouting over next to you. He looked at your crying face for only a second before hesitating to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace. 

Your head was resting against his chest as others piled into the truck. Maggie and Glenn were in front of you, and she momentarily reached back to grab your hand. You two shared a look before she turned back to Glenn, and you closed your teary eyes and pulled Daryl closer. As usual, you felt him tense--you knew how little he liked being touched, but you were so delirious in your loss, hurt, and anger that you didn’t care. 

It seemed like he didn’t either. 

***

It was dark when Abraham pulled off on the side of the road, and Daryl looked down at you as the truck stopped. Tora was stretched across your lap, and your body was half slumped onto his. You cried yourself to sleep, and you were tucked neatly and tightly in his arms. 

He glanced out the window and watched the rest of the group exited their vehicles. Tears brimming his eyes, he sighed and looked down at you again, but he blinked them away. The guilt he felt about Beth’s death was eating him alive, and it was even worse when he thought about the pain he’d caused you and Maggie. If he’d tried harder, if things had been different, maybe Beth would be alive and here right now. 

But he pushed the thoughts away and gently shook you awake. He wanted to let you sleep longer, but the group needed to discuss and figure out some things. 

You were groggy as you sat up, and Tora jumped off your lap and followed Tara out of the truck. Daryl watched you look around and then tiredly sigh, your body sinking in on itself. 

“C’mon, we’re makin’ camp for the night, and we gotta figure shit out,” Daryl said. He watched you nod and then open the door, slowly getting out of the truck. He followed after you and glanced around, where the group was starting to set up camp. 

He looked at you, going to help Carol with something, and walked over to Rick. He was sitting with Noah, and their conversation ended as he approached. Daryl gave Noah a nod before walking away, and he sat down next to Rick. 

“Apparently, Beth wanted to get Noah to Virginia. There was some sort of community.” Rick said quietly, eyes scanning over the group making camp. 

“Virginia?” Daryl asked. 

He nodded and looked at his brother. “What do you think?”

“Long trip. Need better cars. And supplies.” 

Rick nodded, “Yeah, I thought the same. I figured we could find a place to stay a day or two while scavenging and then go. Maggie and (Y/A), it’ll be good for them to be busy the next few days. How is she, by the way?”

Daryl shrugged and looked at you. You were helping Carol, and now Tara, get food going. Probably what was left of the rations. “She’s strong. So’s Maggie.”

“I’ll talk to Abraham and Glenn about Virginia first, and then we’ll tell the group. I don’t want them to worry about that tonight.”

Daryl nodded, “Imma help Rosita get the perimeter up.”

Rick gave him a nod before Daryl walked off, glancing back toward you. With the fire going, he could see your red and puffy eyes, and he had to look away.

***

An hour later, the camp was settled. Everybody had eaten a little before tucking themselves away for the night. Rosita and Abraham stood watch, with Rick and Carol. You were trying to get yourself comfortable, but to no avail; everything hurt and was uncomfortable. 

You sighed and sat up, looking around the dark camp and hearing the sound of Eugene snoring. You made sure Tora was okay--sleeping with Carl, of course--before you stood up. You caught Rick’s attention and nodded, sending him the best smile you could manage before walking over to Daryl. 

He was leaning against a tree, cleaning his arrows in the firelight. You sighed as you sat beside him, leaning against the tree. Your shoulder brushed against his, and you let out a sigh. “I can’t sleep.”

He nodded and stayed silent. 

“Can you tell me how it happened?”

“The leader of the group. Beth stabbed her. She shot Beth. I killed her.”

You looked at him and nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’ thank me. I…”

You moved so you were sitting next to him, crisscrossing your legs. “Don’t blame yourself, Daryl. None of this is your fault. It just… is.”

“I coulda-”

You shook your head. “And I coulda done something different with Mika and Lizzie.”

Daryl looked at you with red eyes, and the exhaustion on his face made you frown. You couldn’t imagine being in that hospital or what he’d been through. And you knew that Beth and Daryl got out of the prison together, and you knew he was grieving her death just the same. 

“I think we hugged for the first time today,” You said, a small smile on your lips. Your eyes hurt from all the crying, and your body ached with exhaustion and pain, but smiling was nice. To breathe. To be here, with Daryl, who always made you feel better, no matter how terrible things were. 

Daryl scuffed and shook his head, picking up another arrow to clean. You moved slowly, lying back, dusting away a few twigs. It was a little chillier away from the fire, but it was better. You felt safer next to Daryl and less alone. 

“Do you remember the night we met?” You asked, glancing up at the side of his face. When he nodded, you continued. “It feels like years ago. What was it, six months ago or so? I don’t even know…”

“Why you thinkin’ ‘bout all that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “I was just thinking about how I feel safe. How you make me feel safe.”

Daryl hesitated but looked at you. “I do?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as sleep finally started approaching. “Yeah, you do. Once you put that crossbow down that night, I knew you wouldn’t point it at me again.”

[lunajay33]

Hope☁️

Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since the start and are now living in Alexandria, but they get caught by the Saviors and this might be her last chance to tell him she’s pregnant

•Masterlist•

“Daryl please don’t go out there” I pleaded

“I have to” he said as he rode off

I ran up to Glenn and Rosita

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Glenn asked

“Daryl he left to go find the others and I’m scared he’s going to do something, please come with me to find him” I pleaded

“Okay let’s go”

We all got in the car and rode off after Daryl, the saviors have been on our asses and I just had this feeling that something was wrong

After a while of driving we caught up to his bike and got him to pull over, I ran out to him and holding him close

“Daryl please come back, somethings gonna go wrong I can feel it” I cried as I brushed his hair back

“I gotta go after them love I can’t leave them out there” he only ever showed me this side of him

“Fine but we are coming with you” i stated

“No you’re going back, I don’t want you out here” he said tracing my hips

“I don’t want you out here either Daryl, I can’t lose you” my lip quivered

“Ya aint gonna lose me” he said wiping my tears away

And that’s when we heard it, the whistling and then everything went black

When I woke up all I saw was black and little streams of light coming in through the holes of what I assumed was a door

“Daryl?” I groaned feeling pain on the back of my head

“Y/n are you okay?” I could feel him holding me close

“Daryl I’m scared what are we gonna do?”

“Why are you so scared suddenly, you’re my girl and ya barely get scared” he asked confused

“Daryl….I need to tell you something”

“What?”

“I’m pre” before I could finish telling him he was gonna be a dad to the baby I’m carrying the doors ripped open and we were all pulled out harshly, being thrown to the ground

I looked up and saw the rest of the group sat in a row, I was sitting next to Abraham and Daryl was further away from me, now in the light I could see he put up a fight when we got taken and it broke my heart

“I think you’re ready to see the man himself” a man with half his face burned said as he went and knocked on the RV

A tall man walked out, a bat wrapped in barb wire, I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, my palms sweating, what if I die here or Daryl and I don’t even get to tell him I’m pregnant

“Are we pissing our pants yet?” He stated walking back and forth looking at each one of us

He mainly spoke to Rick seeing as he was the leader, he wanted Rick to submit to him to be one of his people

“Maybe Rick will be with me and if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we?I mean...the ones that are left” he said making me panic more, I didn’t know what to do and that man realized I was panicking

He came over laughing kneeling infront of me

“Oh sugar, that’s what I like to see, pure panic, utter terror” he said squeezing my jaw

I glanced over at Daryl seeing him grasp and dig his hands into the dirt, unfortunately Negans eyes followed mine

“Ohohoho, mans over here’s got himself some ass” he said making his group laugh

“Now tell me, how’d a guy like you land a beauty like that?”

“Cuz I ain’t a prick” Daryl said making him laugh

“You got fight, I like that”

“I got an idea….my mother…told me…to pick…the very…best….and you….are….it, anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the other boys eye out and feed it to his father, You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you’re all gonna be doing that” and with that he smashed his bat down on Abraham’s head, blood spilling down his head

It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my brain stopped, I just stared in horror

“Wow taking it like a champ”

“Suck…..my……nuts” he slurred out

Negan bashed his head in over and over and over again, flinching when the blood spattered on me I could feel it painting my face, I looked at his mushed head, the pain hurt so much the fear was overwhelming and the utter sight in front of me made me throw up

“God damn girl, you really got a weak stomach” this was normal for me, it was definitely the pregnancy

“Maybe I should put you out of your misery in the hard to stomach world, you wouldn’t be useful” he said waving his bat infront of me

“No no no please no, you can’t I….I”

“Spit it out” he yelled

“I’m pregnant”

“Damn you really were getting ass” he laughed, Daryl looked at me tears streaming down his face

“Ohhhhh you didn’t know, what a shame” negan said noticing the looks we were giving each other

I could see the anger rise in Daryl, he shot up and punched Negan

“Daryl NO” I cried

“That is a no no, I told you people once, the first times free but now… there’s consequences, so…back to it” he turned around and again took another member away from us, he killed Glenn, I felt like my heart had broken into a million pieces

We sat there for hours as he tortured us

“Suns rising bout time to end this, load him up” he said pointing to Daryl

“No please I need him” I pleaded

“He’s mine now sugar”

The saviors left, left with my love, with my everything, left us all here broken

I needed to get him back, this can’t be it

—-//—-////——

PART 2

[puppypopcornpizza]

Compound

Warnings ➳ blood, descriptions of injury, pregnancy loss scare, violence

Pairing ➳ Daryl Dixon x F!reader

Word Count ➳ 738

Her heartbeat matched the gunshots. Fingers tightening over the grip as her back hit the concrete wall, air knocked from her lungs. 

Alarms blared from the other side of the building. Another shot. Glenn and Heath ran to the end of the hall, she hadn't heard from them since. It was supposed to be easy. 

Another savior, her lungs hurt from running. Ammo was low. Daryl and Rick's voices echoed off the walls. Where was Abraham? 

"Shit, I hope they found the armory."

The hallways darkened the more she ran, head feeling faint. She needed to move. Shirt sticking to the red, they'd make a fuss over it. Everything was fine. It would be stupid to hide it. 

"Rick!" Head turning her way, another savior fell behind him. The rifle clicked empty. 

"Are you okay? We need to get outta here." 

"Let's go." 

Adrenaline wore off with each step, it was light outside. The ground rushed up and Daryl's arms were around her. She cried out. 

"Shit, we need'a get you home." 

Distant mumbles to her ears, she scraped up all the strength she had left. 

"It went straight through, I'm fine." 

"You ain't arguing this-" 

A back door shot open, motorcycle speeding out. She hung onto Glenn for support while Daryl tackled the man from the bike, he wouldn't stop hitting. 

"Hey. Hey! I need you to stay with me. Heath's gonna take you home, okay?" 

She wanted to laugh at him, everything was fine. Why would Glenn be so worried? Another arm wrapped over her waist - she cried out once more. There wasn't even a pain anymore, she just wanted to sleep. Her eyes drifted off into the nothingness. It was peaceful. Quiet. 

"Rick! We're losing her!" 

"Lower your gun, prick."

Voices faded in slowly, a steady beeping in the background. The room felt sterile, scents of medication in the air. Something wrapped tightly over her stomach. 

Consciousness suddenly reeling in, everything was fast. Someone was on the walkie-talkie, they didn't know if Maggie and Carol were alright - if the saviors came back. 

She shot up with a gasp, a sharp pain shooting throughout her abdomen down to her legs. Denise was there in a second.

"Hey, you're alright. Maybe don't do that." 

"T-the saviors, what happened to them? Did everyone make it out? Are they okay? Where are-" 

"Everyone's alright, sunshine." 

Daryl stood leaning against the doorway, weariness in his voice. He looked like he hadn't slept. 

"I'll go check on Maggie." 

Heart racing - she pushed herself up. Daryl at her side instantly, a hand on her shoulder and more pillows for support. 

"What happened, is Maggie okay?" 

"Had some trouble but everything's fine." 

"What trouble?" 

Steady beeping turned rapid, Daryl's eyes shot from her to the screen. She pleaded at him. 

"Everyone got out, we'll talk about it later." 

"What happened to Maggie?" 

He sighed, chair scraping the floors. Fingers picked at skin while he spoke, knuckles still bloody. He didn't want to talk. 

"Carol and Maggie got taken by their guys and shit happened." 

"What happened?" 

Daryl eyed her carefully. Leaning back, his pinky drew a line across his lower abdomen. Her heart sank. 

"She'll be okay." 

"Christ." 

She ran her fingers along the bandage of her own injury. Maggie's voice came through the other room. She felt the tears. 

"Why didn't you say somethin'?" 

"What?" 

"Blood was dry when we walked out." 

"Wasn't a big deal." 

"You passed out." 

"Minor inconvenience." 

Daryl's head fell to the sheets with a heavy sigh, his shoulders sinking. All she wanted to do was get up and give the woman in the other room a hug. Daryl's fingers held onto hers. 

"She's not okay, Daryl."

"I know." 

Denise helped Maggie to the door, a gasp when they locked eyes and a blur of hugs and questions. 

"Oh my god, you're awake. Are you okay?" 

"Are you?" Maggie's eyes lowered to the rip in her shirt, a long sigh followed by a nod. Daryl peeked from behind his arms. 

"Get your rest, I'll be around." 

She couldn't miss the emptiness in the other woman's eyes, the kind that have seen too much. Lost too much. It broke her heart. 

Daryl's finger ran along hers at the door clicking shut. Bitten down nails drawing patterns into her skin. She knew he was trying to help.

"Have you been here all night?" 

"Nah." 

"I think you're lying." 

"Might be."

[twigg96]

Ashes

Negan x Reader

Song fic based on Ashes by The Longest Johns

POV: You/Negan

Pronouns: You, Wife

Warnings: Negan being Negan, Angst, Loss of Self, Death, Character Death, Major Character Death, TWD realness, gore, blood, emotional abuse, physical abuse, cheating, adulatory, misogyny, loss, grief, the use of Lucile, Glenn and Abraham scene, Spoilers for OG show, Major Canon Divergence

Summary: The story of the love you and Negan had and lost. The rise and fall of Negan and the Saviors to Rick as taken from your perspective as his first wife.

Watch that old fire as it flickers and dies

A strong arm wrapped around your waist guiding you to safety as heavy sobs ripped through your body. The flames burned your skin as you buried your face in the wet rag you husband provided you. The smell of burnt wood filled the air and your lungs making you both cough and gag as you ran as fast as you could. The feeling of your clothes singing and catching with the flames was a pain miniscule compared to the emotional pain.

That once blessed the household and lit up our lives

Looking to your once bountiful dining room table you tried to imagine when was the last you both felt happy. Before the illness rolled through the town and took the lives of your neighbors and you had to board up your doors. Before you had to ration what you had and the heating oil had run out. Before Negan started using the fireplace to heat the house in the winter with the wooden furniture you had in the house. Bursting through the threshold Negan and you turned to the house you both once called a home. Memories rose with the smoke. You tried your damnedest to hold back your wails but they slipped though.

It shone for the friends and the clinking of glasses

Singed photographs fluttered down in the wind as if taunting your despair. Your wedding photo, photographs of the two of you graduating together, your daughter's baby picture all turning to ash in front of you. The glass windows of your home burst out with the heat and you could hear the glass inside your house shattering as the wood holding it gave out. The roar of the flames was all encompassing and even from several feet away the heat was too much.

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

From deep within the white flames that licked and ate the home you and Negan once built for yourself, emerged a small figure. It's skin badly burnt. It's eyes glazed over. You screamed trying to run over to it, to her. But Negan's strong arms held you firmly in place. His face was twisted in heart wrenching anguish as he pulled you to the ground with him. "It's not her." He chanted like a prayer to you despite the way his voice cracked and broke with pain. Pushing your head down so you were facing the damp ground he ran his hands through your hair. "Stay here... I-I'll be back."

Capture the wild things and bring them in line

Your husband was never the same after that night... but neither were you. Negan's heart for anyone besides you had hardened. The two of you searched the area for anything you could use. Negan found a bat that he lovingly named Lucille and wrapped in barbed wire. Together you made a name for yourselves. The Saviors. It started off innocently enough. You went around offering your services to take down walkers and... people that were causing problems to those that gave you both shelter for the night. Over time you realized... you were good at what you did.

And own what was never your right to confine

Negan... gathered the souls of people who were the most helpful to him and his cause. It started by recruiting. Offering jobs and expanding his little empire. Soon you were traveling with twenty to thirty people at a time. All of those that swore their loyalty to Negan, even going so far as to take his first name. It unnerved you some. But you would never say it out loud. Not when the fear of loosing so much was at stake. But the first time came that Negan wanted someone. Their family, or a group holding them back from coming between them following him and leaving. Negan became irate. He made his men hold the "recruit's" family down, guns at the ready. You felt sick watching.

The lives and the loves and the songs are what matters

When it was all over, the blood still warm and fresh and your adrenaline still high you pulled your husband aside. "This isn't right." You tried to reason. "We need to stay unified. focus on the good. Not tear apart other families." You begged. But your pleas fell on deaf ears. He just squinted his eyes at you. "Are you questioning me? After everything I did for you?" He asked, his voice dripping in a venom that you heard him use with his men but never you. Flinching away you tried to stand strong.

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

"No I would never..." You whispered, turning your gaze to the ground as he stepped closer, the light of the camp fire eliminating his figure. Leaning closer you could feel his breath hot and heavy on your ear through your hair. "Prove it." He whispered. Your eyes widened as the men all around you both jeered and snickered. "W-What?" You asked blinking up at him confusedly. Negan sneered down at you. "You heard me. I want you my wife, to prove your loyalty to me..." He muttered confidently, pointing that nasty bat at you. But you stood tall glaring at Negan. "C'mon, darling. I had all my boys say it. Now. It's your turn. If you don't..." He took a practice swing that made you wince away, hot tears stinging your eyes. You felt your bottom lip quivering as you tore your eyes from Negan's. "I-I am your wife Negan." You whimpered. But that wasn't enough. Stepping closer Negan grasped your hair. "Say it." He growled, his eyes glimmered in the flames. "I am Negan." Your voice wavered in fear as he released you.

Do you feel heavy? Your eyes drop with grief

Staring in terror and grief down at the closest thing you made to a friend in this hell you tried your damnedest not to let your sobs escape your throat. You tried to ignore the way his blood soaked through the all too tight black dress Negan forced you to wear. His mangled corpse laid still bleeding as his widow was held back by her hair and body. Her wails and screams echo against the empty alley you all stand in. Negan pranced around his corpse for a moment. "Damn what a pretty picture." He said coyly, pointing Lucile at you. "Look at how hot my wife looks right now... that's right my. wife... Keep it in mind when anyone wants to try and touch her again." He growled turning to the widow. "Take her home. I think I want to make that hottie my wife too." He said a smirk blooming across his face as his eyes meet yours and your heart breaks ever the more.

Your spirit is wild and your suffering is brief

Changing into more comfortable clothing within the confines of your little room in the Sanctuary you sighed. You had never thought it when it when it first started but once Negan took on more wives, and more communities his attention had been split more ways than he had time for. There were often times you didn't see him for days now. Confined to your room in the Sanctuary, along with the other wives. In the beginning you would never had dreamt of this. You had thought you would have been crumpled to the ground, wailing or whimpering begging for him to come home if he ever left you. But now as you stood before your full length mirror, holstering your knife to your side you felt stronger and more sure of yourself than you have in a long time.

So never you buckle and bend to the masses

Slipping out of the door as silently as you could you crept to the side door hoping to avoid the front gates covered with walkers and guarded by Negan's recruits. A strong hand grasped your shoulder, halting you in front of the solid metal door. A small gasp escaped your lips as you turned to face the man with the fresh burns on his face. Dwight... the poor man. You pitied him just as much as he did you. His wife was captive by your husband. Pulling the key to your rook from your lanyard you handed it you him. "Give it to your wife when you leave. I don't know when he'll be back. Just don't be seen, and tell her I'll knock when I return." You order taking the side door key in return. With a silent nod he exchanged your room key for the door key letting you slip by seemingly unnoticed.

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

When Negan was away the prisoners and recruits all turned to you for leadership. At first you turned them away. You hated what your husband had done to them and refused to be apart of it. But as time wore on... you felt obligated to give them guidance and hope when it seemed like there was none to be had. You tried to keep up a facade around Negan's most loyal followers. You threatened punishments equal or more extreme than your husband. But you were never pushed so far. You helped those around the prison do their chores so that they wouldn't be punished when Negan returned tired and ready to use his fists. You treated the sick and patched the wounded. You made a name for yourself in the prison. The Kind.

Get round the fire with a glass of strong ale

If there was one thing you admired about your husband it was his ability to provide for the people he had accumulated. It wasn't right the way he did it... but it wasn't right to let good food go to waist simply because it was stolen either. And so you tried your best to cook and provide for the people. Your people you came to realize. Those that looked up to you. When it was your turn you always had the least on your plate. You always wanted to make sure everyone's bellies were full before your own.

And tell us a story from beyond the pale

The children who ran around all day came to sit around at night. Those who had only known of the dead that rose asked you and others what it was like before. You tried to give them stories to dream to. To dream to and thrive to. You told them of Great Libraries with their knowledge of plenty. You told them of movie theatres where pictures larger than life that moved on the wall and showed of life in other far away places. Restaurants with all the food they could ever wish for. Some of the children refused to believe such a reality ever existed. Others stared in awe telling you that they would make the world better so that they could get back to that dream.

Bury some seeds and expect some strong branches

When Negan brought back seeds instructing you to use them up by the time he returned. You knew just what to do with them. You instructed the prisoners that worked inside the prison to follow you to the back of the Sanctuary. Digging down as deep as your fingers would let you into the cold earth you instructed them to plant the seeds in lines of like veggies. All day the prisoners worked, planting the seeds and sewing them into the earth. Rain fell from the sky, watering the hope you held for the future as you ushered the prisoners back inside.

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

Watching the plats grow was one of the most fulfilling feelings you felt in a long time. The children ran and played in the gardens. The little vegetables while too early to pick were good to look at and good motivation for the others to do well at their chores and eat well in the evening. But when you awoke to the smell of smoke rolling through your window you knew that your hopes were shattered and the future was irrevocably changed. Walking out into yard you were met face to face with your pissed off husband. "Which one of you idiots planted these?!" He yelled pointing to the roaring flames that once was the garden. "I did." You muttered stepping forward. Negan glared at you eyeing you seriously. "And what, pray tell did you do that?" He hissed stepping toe to toe with you. But you didn't back down. You refused to. "You told us to do something with the seeds... so w- I did." You said trying to keep your expression as neutral. Negan's face contorted into one of anger and rage. It looked forced. His once bright eyes were dull and emotionless. "Don't do it again..." He muttered, pushing past you to let you watch your future burn in front of you alone.

Now show me a man that can meet all his needs

When you first heard of the man known only as Rick you had believed he would meet his end the same way so many others had before. That his head would be crushed. His community shattered. Or worse. He'd kneel with no issue and his people used as cattle to provide for Negan's ever growing greed. But as time went on and some of Negan's right hand men started to go missing. The outposts raided and destroyed. You had to admit that you felt a little hopeful that someone lived out in the world that could really and truly stand up to your husband. But as his group was stopped, people slaughtered and he was brought to his knees you turned away trying not to let your tears fall for people you didn't know.

For what we need most now is unity's seed

Rick's right hand man was brought back as some sick prize for Negan to parade around the Sanctuary. Daryl Dixon. He was strong willed and even more loyal to his brother. Even when Negan offered him a positions by his side by simply uttering the words you had so long ago, Daryl refused. And for it he was tortured and mutilated. You were relieved when you heard Dwight was his guard. You knew he wouldn't be as harsh as some of the others especially when you offered some time alone with his wife to take it easy on the newcomer. With Negan around more often it was more difficult for you to move around undetected. But you still managed to bring real food to Daryl whenever you had the chance. He didn't trust you and why would he? You didn't trust who you had become either.

A common old song for all creeds and all classes

Sherry had come to you long ago with her wants to escape. It was something she had been planning since the beginning of her capture but with Dwight's torture it was hard for her to break free without him. The day Negan left to face Rick alone, you set the plan in motion. Sherry would take Daryl and run. Just them. You would stay and be an alibi for Dwight. The man would be hunted and killed if all three of them left. Daryl ran into you on his way out. "Why?" He growled. "Because... I believe in you."

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

When Negan returned, to say he was pissed was an understatement. But he hid it well. You explained your alibi to him for Dwight. And while it worked for the mean time, when D. went missing looking for Sherry, Negan didn't seem too pressed to find him. His eyes were trained on you. Keeping you close to him for the first time in years he told you at night when you both laid under the covers it was to keep you safe. That he was thinking about you the entire time. But you could see the caged look in his eye that an animal gets when trapped. But still, ever the good wife, you held your husband close and stroked his hair trying to sooth him even when the hatred burned inside of you like a raging forest fire.

I'll tend to the flame

When Rick came with all of his men and all of his people ready to attack the Sanctuary you met Daryl's eyes from where he stood hidden. You worked tirelessly to prepare the men in the Sanctuary to fight. To be ready. When the first shot broke the anxious silence you simply snapped your fingers and the guns on the side of the Saviors turned. Negan stood wide eyed in their sights. "W-What-" He stammered, trying to clammer his way out of it. But it was over. You were over. "It done." You muttered, pointing to Rick's people you raised your hands in surrender. "We're done fighting." In return for turning over those who were still loyal to Negan and the man himself, you were given your freedom. "A life for a life." Rick had said. A policy you yourself didn't believe in anymore. Silently you wished they had killed you and your husband. Only you knew the horrors that you both had committed. But they were firm on their decision of repentance. You were still a prisoner and had to prove your worth but for now... in a sense you were free.

What will we do when the world it is ending

Standing in front of the makeshift prison they had in Alexandria you glared down at your husband. Years had passed since you last seen him. You had no real urge to until now. The Whisperers were moving in fast. Crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively you refused to ask for help. But instead, sat in the icy cold rusted metal that sat across the basement from Negan. "You should be in here with me." He tried to blame you. But you knew this for a fact. "I know..." You whispered back, your breath catching in the cold and floating all around you. "I heard that there is someone bigger out there now... heard it through the bars." Negan muttered pointing to the window. "There is." You said pointedly. "Got a plan?" He asked a smirk blossoming on his face. "Don't think you could'a handled them, Ne..." you stated honestly shaking your head solomly, using your old nickname for him. It halted him. He stared up at you with wide eyes, realision crossing his face. "I never-" he started, but you cut him off. "Don't." You shook your head, standing up. "Listen... let me help." He urged, scrambling to his feet. But you shook your head walking over to the doorway to let Morgan back in. "I'm sorry this was a waist of both of... well my time."

And time it is halted for friend and for foe?

Years and years passed still. Negan never once saw you in his cell. Every time he asked for you he was denied. He believed that truly you hated him. And why wouldn't you... after all he did. He hated himself too. When he was released from prison by Carol and told to bring her the head of the one they called Alpha. He hated being told what to do... but he knew this bitch. The Saviors had a run in with them when they were a little piss ant of a community. They were tough even then and he was ready for payback. Doing as he was told he returned expecting to be thrown back in his cell. But when they give him the second chance he is taken aback. Days pass in his new life. He wasn't expecting you to just run into his arms but when you never showed up at all it worried him.

Try to hold on to the time as it passes

Walking up to Carol he cleared his throat announcing his presence. "Hey." he muttered to the grey haired woman. She didn't smile or greet him instead she nodded, eyeing him warily. "Was wondering if ya seen my wife around here somewhere..." Negan muttered, wincing away at the glare Carol sent him. "Which one? None of them want to see you." She bit back. Negan nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He supposed he deserved that. "[Y/N]." He stated softly, watching as Carol's face softened some. "Oh..." She whispered so softly it was barely audible. "No one told you yet?" She asked. "Told me what?"

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

Walking side by side through Alexandria Carol escorted Negan to a large but beautiful expanse of land. The grass and flowers grew vibrantly but it was all dulled by the makeshift crosses scattered across the field.

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

Leading Negan by the wrist past various graves marked with crosses and carved names Carol stopped by a large but old evergreen tree. It cast it's shade over the graves cooling the heat of the day making it barrable to stand.

I'll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes

Pointing to a little grave directly under the tree Carol frowned. "She died protecting everyone. She went a hero." Carol tried to console him. But the burning in his chest was overwhelming and the cry that escaped his throat was inevitable as he crumbled to his knees. Gripping the grass around the grave he begged and pleaded for you to come back. For it to be a joke. But when only the whistling of the pines responded he knew... He only had himself to blame.

[captain-tch]

Friday The 13th (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

After surviving the events of Terminus, the group stumble upon an abandoned camp site when searching for shelter. Their dream turns into a nightmare when they realise the reason why Camp Crystal Lake was truly abandoned. TW for the series: excessive descriptions of gore, excessive violence, character deaths

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part 3: deaths apprentice

You couldn't believe your eyes, the flames engulfing the mess hall. Your friends, your family was in there.

Glenn surged forward, trying to reach the smoking door. Abraham snatched at Glenn, pulling him into his chest. Glenn was screaming, akin to a wounded animal, thrashing in Abraham's grasp. You couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe as the building flamed bright.

The door was kicked open from the inside. A rush of smoke ploughed through the hole, briefly disguising the figure rushing through the door. Hope surged in your chest - someone had survived.

Then you heard the shrieks.

The figure staggered past the porch. They were a human candle, and the wick burning bright within, was Rosita.

Her screams were inhuman. She collapsed to her knees, flopping to the floor. It was hard to make out her features, her skin having charred and melted away the person you once knew.

Abraham's arms went slack in shock. It was enough time for Glenn to break free to his grasp, sprinting directly into the fire.

"Glenn!" You screamed. Wetness splashed onto your cheeks; you didn't care, you just wanted him to come back. "Glenn!"

Daryl's hand cupped your upper arm, giving you a gentle tug. You tried to shake it off, to wait and see if Glenn would return from the fire carrying your family out into safety, Daryl merely tugged again. "He made his choice."

You looked between the fire, then up into Daryl's face. The flames reflected in his eyes, turning the blue you usually found comfort into another mirror for your pain.

"We've got to get out of here." Abraham's gaze became clear again. Eugene nodded, looking as if a puppet was pulling his strings. Abraham started to run for the entrance of the camp, Eugene hot on his heels.

You cast one last glance to the mess hall, the building shuddering as it finally gave in to the hungry fire. The building collapsed in a plume of ash and burnt wood.

They were gone.

Gulping past the lump in your throat, you followed Abraham, knife in your hand. It felt like you were naked - your gun had been in the very building that just crumbled. Daryl's crossbow was swinging by his side, eyes darting into every shadow.

A gurgled shout. Abraham snatched at his throat, now pulsing with blood, an arrow pointing through his jugular.

Daryl dragged you behind some overturned canoes, just as another shot was fired. Eugene screamed, falling to his knees, an arrow protruding from his eye. From where you were crouched, you could see the blood and viscera where his eyeball should be. Your stomach turned, desperately you clutched at your mouth to keep the bile in, wincing from the burn. Daryl's hand was firmly pressed to your back.

Footsteps crunched. You watched with baited breath as a man in a hockey mask emerged from the trees, bow on his back, and machete tightly gripped in his grasp.

Daryl raised his crossbow, training it on your masked assailant. Your attacker hadn't noticed your presence yet, stalking towards where the bodies of your friends had fallen. He stopped besides Abraham's body, tilting his head. He delivered a swift kick to his side. Abraham's body remained still.

You kept your hand pressed firmly over your mouth, this time fighting back the scream threatening to rip out of your body. You were staring down at the man who had stalked, gutted, burned and spilled the blood of people who had endured more than their fair share of trauma.

More footsteps crunched. Daryl stiffened behind you. You held your breath, praying your heart beat would quieten, terrified that even the pounding heart rate would grab the monsters attention.

It lingered besides Eugene's unmoving body. He gawked at the damage he had inflicted, slowly moving forwards, gently caressing the arrow stuck in Eugene's head. A whimper echoed throughout the silence.

The monster stilled.

He retracted his hand from the arrow. It disappeared at his side, only to reappear holding the machete. Like a viper he struck, delivering a brutal blow to Eugene's head.

Silence followed.

Unconsciously, you felt behind you blindly for Daryl's hand. There was an impending sense of doom you couldn't shake, no matter how hard you tried to shake it down. This man was an apprentice of death, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had felled every person here.

Daryl's fingers caressed your own. The soft, soothing touch was nearly enough to break you completely. Tears spilled freely down your cheeks. He gently rubbed circles into your skin.

You felt him lean closer to you, his breath hot on your ear. It felt so similar to when you had first arrived in the area, teasing you with lewd promises he now would never be able to follow through. Except this time, there was a sense of playfulness, of that soft, gentle love you both shared. No, that moment had been like clouds on a spring day, parting to show the sun. This moment? This moment reminded you of the fierce devotion you shared.

"Ya run when I say, okay?"

You frowned, turning to him. He didn't let any emotion show on his face: you knew what was lying beneath that stone mask. His thumb reached up, brushing against the crease that had settled between your brows. He followed his thumb down, stopping to stroke your cheek, smearing the blood speckled there.

"No." You whispered adamantly. "We get out together."

He was deaf to your pleading, determined eyes searching yours. "Ya gonna grab one of those canoes and get across the lake, ya hear? Ya get as far away as ya can."

"Daryl-"

"Promise me." His resolve was clear. You knew no force on this earth could stop him from doing this - this man, as closed off as he had been when you first met, loved fiercely and was loyal until the end. The monster prowling ahead had ripped your group apart, had killed our family, and Daryl wasn't going to let him get away with it.

The words were lodged in your throat. You resisted the urge to say it; you knew the one small comfort you could give him was this. Solemnly, you whispered. "I promise."

"We don' have time, god I wish we fucking did. We would've had the most beautiful life." Daryl pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning against it for a brief second. "I love ya."

The words were choked as you uttered your love to him. His mask slipped for a moment, the bravery dissolving into a soft smile. The heat of his touch left yours. You wanted to launch yourself after him, to battle this demon together, to go down fighting together.

But you had made a promise.

Daryl peeked out from behind the canoe. Only to be yanked upwards.

You jumped to your feet, seeing Daryl hanging in the air, at the mercy of the man who killed with no remorse, one hand crushing his neck, the other holding a machete. Daryl's crossbow had been strewn to the ground.

In one fell swoop, the blade was pulled across Daryl's stomach. He let out a cry, squirming in the assailants grip. From where you were standing, you could see Daryl's organs beginning to slide onto the mud. Your breath hitched.

Promise me.

Fighting back the sobs, you got a grip of the nearest canoe, dragging it as quickly as you could behind you. You could feel the attention on your back - you pushed harder, your arms burning with each step.

You nearly cried when you were near the waters edge. You flipped the canoe over, digging in with your heels to push the canoe out. Water began to seep into your shoes, and soon, the water swam around your ankles. You were numb to the cold, numb to the splinters working their way into your hands, numb to the world around you.

Once you were far enough in, you all but fell into the boat, flopping in like a fish dragged from its home within the depths. You pulled yourself upright, searching for an oar to push you out further.

There wasn't one.

Frantically you dipped your hands into the water, pushing as hard as you could against the still lake.

Agony shot through your shoulder. You cried out; you didn't dare look. You could see droplets of red falling in the water as you propelled yourself faster.

More agony. This time it sent you crumpling forwards, landing roughly on the floor of the boat. You moaned, trying to push yourself up. Your arm shuddered, then folded. You fell again to the floor, tears silently streaming down your face.

Promise me.

His face, smiling at you, his fingers trailing your skin.

His cry, his guts decorating the mud.

Grunting, you fought past the pain of your injuries and of your losses, pushing yourself up with something short of a scream. You sat up, looking to the shore where the man had once stood.

No one was there.

You wanted to be relieved, but you knew you wouldn't escape. He was like a disgruntled child playing with his food. You twisted around trying to see his figure in the trees surrounding the lake, only finding shadows.

The canoe dipped slightly. An arm wrapped around your throat, snatching for purchase. You were pulled backwards, off the canoe, and into the murky depths, never to surface.

It was in your death that you learned of the man who sealed your fate. Jason - what he was remained unknown, all that was known was he was once someone who had drowned in the lake, but he stalked the land of camp crystal lake, killing anyone who ever set foot on his land. Those whose blood spilled in that lake were chained by eternity.

Those whose blood seeped into the soil were able to move onto the afterlife.

You were now doomed to spend your forever with Jason, your ghosts alone destined to repeat the events of Friday the 13th.

the walking dead masterlist

[brooklynislandgirl]

10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Tags

Tagged By: my loves @kylo-wrecked and @tangleweave Tagging: Anyone who feels like they need one more Sunday this weekend.

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I. Marvel: Beta-Ray Bill, Eddie Brock/Venom, Doctor Strange, Phil Coulson, Vision, Groot, Spider-Man {Peter Parker}, Gambit, Doctor Morbius, Bucky Barnes. M'Baku {Hate the moniker of 'Man-Ape'}. Magneto. Loki. Night Crawler. Frank "Punisher" Castle. Colossus. Danny "Iron Fist" Rand. Foggy Nelson. Ghost Rider {Both Johnny Blaze and Robbie Reyes, "Caretaker" Carter Slade}. I know that's more than 10. Whatever, I do what I want. >.> II. DC: Lex Luthor, Nanaue {King Shark}, Martian Man Hunter, John Constantine, The Joker, Jonathan Crane, Morpheus {Dream of the Endless}, Death of the Endless, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Swamp Thing, Green Lantern. Cisco Ramon. Hunter Zoloman.

I absolutely blame @nightmarefuele for at least two of these.

III. Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader. Admiral Piett. Kylo Ren. Wedge Antilles. Kit Fisto. Han Solo. Chewbacca. Jocasta Nu. Darth Rivan {not to be confused with Darth Revan}. Jos Vondar. Jango and Boba Fett, and of course, all my 10,000,000,000 Clone children. No I will not be taking questions.

IV. Star Trek: Worf, Martok, Gowron, Chancellor Gorkon, Kurn, Dr McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekhov, Chris Pike, Ortegas, Nurse Chapel, Geordie La Forge, Riker, Data, Lore, Chief O'Brien, Q, Benjamin Cisco, Garak, Gul Dukat, Quark. V. Firefly: Mal Reynolds, Jayne Cobb, Hobun Washburne, Zoe Washburne, Shepherd Book, Kaylee Frye, YoSafBridge, Adalai Niska, Badger, Jubal Early Take my life, take my land, take me where I cannot stand. I don't care 'cause I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me. {{My coat has always been a little...brownish.}

VI. The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Daryl and Merle Dixon, Michonne Hawthorne, Abraham Ford, Glenn Rhee, The Governor, Bob Stookey, Ezekiel, Dwight, Aaron, Morgan Jones. VII. Justified: Raylan, Boyd, Ava, Art, Rachel, Tim, Dewey Crowe, Johnny Crowder, Loretta McCready, Robert Quarles, Ellstin Limehouse, Mags Bennett, Devil, Jean Baptiste, Boon, Willa, Carolyn, Sweety... oh so many. VIII. Yellowstone: John, Jamie, Beth, Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Jimmy Hurdstrom, Thomas Rainwater, Mo Brings Plenty, Lloyd, Colby, Teeter, Jake, Ethan, Angela Blue Thunder, Malcolm Beck. IX. Law & Order- Alphabet Soup: Captain Cragen, Lenny Briscoe, Mike Logan, Anita Van Buren, Jack McCoy. Rey Curtis, Ed Green, Arthur Branch, Cyrus Lupo, Kevin Bernard, Frank Cosgrove, Jalen Shaw. Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Odafin Tutuola, John Munch, Chester Lake, Melinda Warner, Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba, Dominick Carisi, Peter Stone, Bobby Goran. I have seen literally every episode of the American Law & Order franchise Original, SVU, CI, OC, etc...with the first three watched multiple times. While I often wouldn't call it my most favourite show...it's probably my most favourite shows.

X. The Lord of the Rings: Boromir and Faramir, Éomer and Éowyn, Theoden King, Theodred, Gimli, Pippin, Sam, Meriadoc, Fangorn {Treebeard}, Beorn, Celebrimbor, Bard the Bowman, Dwalin, Celeborn, Denethor, Gil-Galad king, Fingolfin, The Watcher in the Water, Maedhros, Finwe, Manwe...and I could go on for years. My first true fandom as we know it {probably Arthurian Legend was my first and truest fictional love}, and one I have been faithful to for over 25 years. Honestly never please talk to me about it, because I have rabid opinions about literally everything. And lastly, I only included tv/movies here because books and rpgs would require an entire three or four Long Ass Posts all of their own. Much Love.

[metalscoops]

The Drugs Don't Work

Rick's been relying on suppressants and blockers his whole life to hide his Omega status, only a few people know that he is one.. but then he runs out and goes into heat and Negan is right there standing in his kitchen in Alexandria looking and smelling way too good..

a snippet from the present omegaverse rick/negan fic I wrote for @vampiyahs (The Drugs Don't Work by metalscoops on ao3)

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Blockers and suppressants weren't so easy to find in the apocalypse but they managed together.

He managed for everyone.

Until he didn't.

They'd run out of the blockers before they found Alexandria, but it had had a life saving amount of both those and suppressants and for a short while they'd been able to relax as much as they could. It had felt like maybe they'd be able to do this.

Until the saviors found them.

Until he met him.

Negan carried himself like a true Alpha, like Shane had before the - uh – insanity. It was effortless for him, Rick could see it, smell it, in the way he stood, the way he walked, and talked, and commanded any space he occupied. It had made his inner Omega cower and whimper, eager to bare its neck to the powerful Alpha.

He'd been lucky the other man had been looking for submission because as much as Rick had snarled and fought he hadn't known in that moment whether he'd have been able to truly fight back the way he played he could.

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"Whoo-whee something smells fucking delicious. You bake some cookies for me or something, cowboy?"

Negan's presence is both so fucking welcome and absolutely hated – why did he have to come with the Saviors this time, and why did it have to be right now? Rick's managed to go years in the fucking apocalypse hiding his true nature, and now he's gonna be outed by some asshole in a leather jacket with a barbed-wire bat over his shoulder.

He's barely holding himself up against his kitchen counter, swaying towards the delicious pheromones the tall Alpha is unconsciously putting out, cheeks flushed pink, blue eyes wide (and with his luck probably really obviously blown with lust).

"No." He growls, unable to get any of his usual vitriol out past the sharp pain in his stomach and the dizziness that's suddenly hit him.

There's nothing he hates more in that moment than being an Omega. It's made him weak in front of a vicious predator and how can he fucking want him when he's the reason Daryl's still gone, and Glenn and Abraham are dead. He wants to snarl and fight back and rip Negan’s smug fucking throat open, but he can't, he's debilitated by his biology, and he loathes it.