#scarred pasts

[timiddixon]

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Rosabelle Blu has only been surviving on her own for 3 months now. Having escaped something horrific after the world ended, she struggled to make it thus far.

That is until she stumbles upon a group hiding out in a barn during a storm, who eventually find themselves in the Alexandria Safe-zone. Out of everyone in the group, she's surprised to find the one person with the gentlest of touch, is a rugged red neck with a no-bullshit attitude.

Despite their vastly different pasts before the outbreak, they find they have more in common. Beginning to wonder if they would have found one another had the world not ended.

Cautious Friends to Intense Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst, Comfort Fic, Domestic Fluff, Daryl Dixon x OC, Protective Daryl, Socially Awkward Daryl, Follows Canon Events closely, Eventual Smut, MINORS DNI, Mentions of suicide, Graphic depictions of violence (Similar to the show), Implied SA, Implied NON-CON, Implied and referenced physical Abuse.

Tags will be updated as story is written.

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[whump-in-the-closet]

royal whump scenario where a servant witnesses the heir to the throne makes a mistake in their training—they flinch away during sparring. They dare to raise a hand to protect their face.

The heir, without waiting for their trainer to speak, drops to their knees and pulls their shirt off over their head. Their bottom lip trembles. They don’t beg they don’t speak they merely bow their head with the full crushing knowledge that mistakes cannot be made. Their back is already scarred with winding lines that crisscross their skin. And their trainer lifts a short-handled whip, “I really thought you would have learned courage by now.”

The servant presses back into the corner, a hand clasped over their mouth, horror burning like a newborn flame. They make brief eye contact with the heir and see fear— raw and pleading. The heir‘s gaze darts away almost instantly, faster than a moth in flight, as the whip cracks down

[gomacave]

Locked in eternal struggle !

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[starry-bi-sky]

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

[kkoct-ik]

recent doodle dump

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Terry I love you. You are so weird. WHY do you have a sword????

[citricacidprince]

Adventure time au where everything is the same but the only clothes Simon and Marcy could find in the apocalypse came from Spencers

I just think they deserve to have father-daughter bonding/trauma time while looking absolutely ridiculous, is that too much to ask?

Don’t ask why I put so much effort into this, I was in a wild sleep deprived state 💥

[demaparbat-hp]

soooo… any news on the kyoshi warriors au?

The girls are fighting

[ender1821]

im a child of divorce

[timiddixon]

Summary: As Rick's group arrives with Rosabelle, Aaron and Eric to Alexandria, they slowly come to terms with the possible safety of the community. Daryl and Rosabelle slowly learn more about one another. But he recognizes she has a past she refuses to dive into, just like him.

A/N: This fic is set around season 5 and will follow closely with the canon events of the show as the group heads to, and tries to adjust to Alexandria.

Tags: MDNI, slow burn, angst, eventual smut, descriptions of gore, cautious friends to intense lovers, Original character x Daryl Dixon, comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, Mentions of: abuse, anxiety, PTSD, extreme violence. Tags will be updated as story is written.

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Rosabelle stood at the gates behind Daryl. Her senses on high alert for anything suspicious. If anything seemed off, she was ready to dart away from everyone there. 

But then she heard the soft laughter. 

The laughter of children. And quiet calm conversation coming from within the walls. 

Her brow furrowed. 

And the gates slowly began to slide open. As they did, a nearby trash can slowly toppled over causing everyone to raise their weapons at it. 

By the time she realized what it was, all she could see was an arrow sticking out of it. Her eyes slowly rose to Daryl standing before her. 

He kneeled down and picked up a possum by its tail, his arrow still stuck in its head as he glanced at her briefly. 

They locked eyes for a small moment before he turned to the people standing guard at the gates. 

Everyone was in a silent stalemate with one another. Rick’s group hesitant to enter. And the people of Alexandria, hesitant to allow them too. 

“ Brought Dinner.” Daryl said in a gruff tone. 

No one laughed. The air was too tense. But Rosabelle pressed her lips together tightly, to stifle her own chuckle. Passing it as a soft sigh that was barely audible. 

The group slowly entered, but were stopped and told they had to give up their weapons if they wanted to go any further. 

Rick was adamant about not giving up anything. So much so that Aaron suggested meeting the leader first. 

And they all waited together at the gate. Quietly chatting with one another about their thoughts. 

“ Guess this is the same ritzy neighborhood yer used to.” Daryl murmured to Rosabelle. 

Her nose scrunched in confusion as she looked at him. She shook her head. 

He didn’t let his surprise show on his face. 

“ Tv woman like you didn't live in suburbia hell?” He grumbled. 

She kept her gaze locked on his as she shook her head. Slightly annoyed at his reference to her as a ‘ TV woman’. 

She’d met people like Daryl before. Southerners who were rough around the edges. He definitely was a hunter too. A redneck. And if she was honest she’d never really been one to get along with people like him. Before the world ended anyhow. 

She came from the west originally. From a small farm in New Mexico. But her education and career brought her to the east coast. She had an affinity for covering politics and social justice movements. Attempting to write and report stories that would explain the people’s unrest. And why they’d wanted change. At one point she did cover cold cases of people in the area of D.C. and surrounding states. Hoping to find some justice for them. 

Her name spread quickly. And her looks only helped. If she wasn’t known for her stories, people admired her appearance. But through it she remained humble. Ignoring most attention to focus on her work. At the end of the day, she knew she was just a farm girl from the west. 

And now in at the end of the world, she missed her family’s farm more than anything. She’d trade a safe place to live and A steady supply of food and water for just one day back. 

Had she known what would have happened. She would have never left the west. 

“ I was a reporter.” She corrected him. “ I wasn’t just on tv…” she murmured. 

He eyed her and lightly shrugged as if asking what the difference was. 

She sighed and turned away from his gaze. 

“ And I never lived in suburbia hell.” She mumbled. 

Daryl let out a soft grunt in response before turning to the woman suddenly approaching. 

Rosabelle followed his gaze and her stomach dropped. It felt like she’d seen a ghost. 

Her brows furrowed at the sight of a former congresswoman. A look of shock on her face as the woman approached the group with a smile. 

Rosabelle just stayed in a silent shock as she addressed them. Not even processing a word she was saying. 

Her mind filling with the memories of the past. The times she had gotten comments from the very woman before her on certain topics. She looked untouched. Like the end hadn’t come for her whatsoever. 

Rosabelle’s reality began to feel jaded. Like she couldn’t tell what was real or what was in front of her. Her mind started feeling dizzy. 

“ We’ve talked before…” the woman’s voice broke through Rosabelle’s brain fog briefly. 

Her expression was of surprise. Happiness. And shock as she observed Rosabelle’s state. 

“ I know you. I remember you. I know I talked to tons of reporters but I remember you.” The congresswoman said to her. 

But Rosabelle’s mind seemed to be a million miles away. The woman noticed and her expression shifted to worry. 

“ Are you feeling okay?” She suddenly asked taking a step towards her. 

Rosabelle instinctively took a step back and the woman’s next words started to sound low and slow. 

Her dizziness began to pick up. And then she was suddenly staring up at the sky. A large white cloud passing across her view. Before being covered by Daryl and the congresswoman leaning over her. 

Then there was nothing. 

When she slowly begun to come to, she could feel cool air on her. 

Her body felt stiff. And her back felt like she had a developing bruise. Likely from when she fell. Her mind tried to piece together the last thing she remembered. 

So far it was just Daryl’s blue eyes. She couldn’t tell what color they were the day prior, his expression was always dark. And the nighttime made it harder. 

But she saw them clear as the blue sky behind him, before all she saw was darkness. 

Her head moved around looking side to side at the room she was in. It looked like a doctor's office. 

“ Y’ awake?” A deep voice asked beside her. 

She didn’t even notice him there. She turned and met his gaze. Her instincts forcing her to quickly sit up in defense as she instantly got dizzy. 

“ Jesus.” He grumbled seeing her begin to sway as he held a hand out. “ Calm down.” 

“ What happened.” She demanded more than asked. 

“ Y’fainted.” He murmured. “ Deanna said she knew you. And then you were just on the floor.” He explained. 

“ Lay back down.” He ordered with a nod of his head. 

“ I’m fine.” 

“ Yer not. Doc said you were dehydrated. Starving. We all are but… guess you had it worse. It’s why you passed out.” He explained in a gruff voice. 

She shut her eyes trying to stop the dizziness as she took slow breaths. 

“ I’m fine now.” She said looking around. Specifically for her things and her weapons. 

“ They took our weapons too.” He said with a sigh. “ Only way we were able to get a look around.” He stood and leaned down next to her bed. Pulling up her bag and setting it beside her. 

“ Brought your things though…” he said softly. Almost hesitantly. 

She took her bag and searched through it. She had everything. More importantly her journals. 

She sighed softly out of relief. 

He eyed her. Curious about the relief she felt. 

“ …. What’s with the books…” he asked. 

She kept looking down at her bag. “ Nothing.” She responded, setting her bag at her side again. 

He shifted his eyes in annoyance. What was the use of hiding it? 

The door suddenly opened as a man in a white coat entered. He was tall. Blonde. And his presence sent Rosabelle’s nerves up. 

She eyed him curiously. He was obviously their doctor. But his eyes unnerved her. His general presence made her feel uncomfortable. And she didn’t know why. 

“ Hey there. Feeling better? It seems you’ve leveled out a bit. I reckon a day and you’ll be back on your feet.” He said, stepping closer to her. 

She pulled back from his touch. Daryl noticed and looked between them. 

“Not gonna hurt you. I’m a doctor... a surgeon actually.” He tried to reassure her. 

She stayed stiff and still as he started to look over her. Examining her condition before stepping back. 

“ You’re improving quickly. But you do need to eat. Slowly build up to a full meal though so your body doesn’t go into shock.” He explained. “ I’ll see about getting someone to bring you some food.” He nodded before heading out again. 

“ And you don’t have to stay.” He suddenly said to Daryl. “ Deanna’s gonna probably want you for your interview soon anyhow.” 

Daryl just eyed him not offering a nod or confirmation that he’d leave. 

The man just awkwardly smiled and left them alone again. 

“Don't leave me alone with him.” She said suddenly, as soon as the doctor was gone. 

Daryl turned to her. Slightly surprised at her request. He shifted awkwardly. She was so standoffish. Hardly spoke. But now she was asking him to stay with her. Or rather just not leave her alone with the doctor.  

“ Why…” he asked.  

She was silent for a moment before taking a breath. “ I just… he’s not good.” She murmured. 

Daryl observed her tense reaction to the doctor. And he had to agree. The man felt shady. Sure he was a doctor but he felt the uneasiness too. He couldn’t be sure why. But He was confident in his judge of character. And wondered if she had the same sense he did. 

After a moment he just slowly nodded. 

“ Okay.” Was all he grumbled as he sat back in the chair he’d been sitting in. 

“ What’s the deal with the interviews?” She asked slowly. 

“ hell if I know.” He grumbled. “ Deanna or whatever said she gotta interview everyone. Find out what they could do for her…Job wise I guess.” He muttered. 

“ said she thinks she already knows your job but still wants to interview you.” He said after a moment. 

“ what is it?” She asked. 

He shrugged and muttered a soft “ I dunno.” 

The room fell silent between them for a minute. Before he shifted in his chair. 

“ How you manage to get along this far alone anyhow?” He asked suddenly. “ weren’t a part of no group?” 

She tensed up. Staring directly at the sheets in front of her. Still not saying a word. She didn't know what to say. How to even begin explaining it. It still wasn't something she wanted to face herself.

He leaned a bit closer. Debating his next words. He took a breath. 

“ Where’d you get those?” He asked, gesturing to her wrists. She looked down. Realizing she didn’t have her jacket on. They’d taken it off the insert an IV. 

Her bare wrists were out. A thick scar wrapped around each one. She glanced down at it and her uneasiness returned. Feeling like she was going to be sick seeing them again as she quickly hid her arms underneath the sheets quickly. 

She stayed quiet. 

“ m’assuming you got em after the end…” he said slowly and cautiously. 

She took a breath. “ It doesn't matter.” She mumbled.  

“ I know... was just curious…” he grumbled. Feeling a little agitated with her quietness. She’d asked him to stay but wouldn’t even tell him where she came from or what happened to her. And it peeved him a bit. 

Rick suddenly entered. His gaze was still in shock at the view of civilization. At the view of the tiny hospital space that Alexandria had. 

Rosabelle eyed him as he slowly approached. His gaze falling on her. Raising an eyebrow at how she kept her arms under the sheets. Finding the action suspicious. 

“ you good?” He asked gruffly. 

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. 

Rick nodded in response before looking to Daryl. 

“ Deanna’s ready for you now. You’re the last one before her.” He said nodding his head to Rosabelle. 

Daryl adjusted himself in his seat getting more comfortable. 

“ I told her I’d stay.” He said meeting Rick’s gaze. 

Rick looked at him in confusion. Trying to find the reason why he wouldn’t leave. He looked between them with even more confusion before sighing. 

“ It won’t take long.” He tried to reason with Daryl. 

“Daryl she’s gotta talk to you.” Rick started. 

Daryl opened his mouth to respond only for Rosabelle to interrupt. 

“ It’s fine.” She said to him in a firm tone. She shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t feel right asking him to stay to begin with. And now she felt somewhat worse about it now that Rick was agitated over it. 

“ I’m fine.” She murmured. 

Daryl looked at her for a moment before standing and pulling Rick aside. 

“ Hey. Just... Watch her. Till I’m done at least.” He asked. 

Rick gawked at him. “ I need to go take care of Carl and Judith and she’s not even—“ 

“ I know.” Daryl grunted. “ I know she ain’t one of us. But… the doctor they got here just… I’don like him… she don’t either.” He explained in a harsh whisper. “ If you can’t because of your kids then fine. But maybe someone else..?” He grumbled. 

Rick wanted to ask what was up with the doctor. But he knew Daryl was a good judge of character. If he didn’t like him. There was a reason. Maybe something most others wouldn’t have seen. 

He thought for a moment before he just grumbled and sighed. 

“ I’ll ask Glenn and Maggie to” he murmured. “ Now come on.” He said. 

Daryl nodded and grumbled to himself about the interview being dumb as hell. He glanced at Rosabelle who kept her gaze locked on the sheets in front of her. And then he left. 

In the silence she let out a soft breath. Not daring to look at her wrists. Or moving. She felt nauseas and uncomfortable. Wanting the security of her jacket back on her. 

It wasn’t long before a woman and a man walked in. Cautiously. 

She looked over and recognized them being from Rick’s group. 

They seemed weary and cautious of her. But also curious as to why Daryl seemed to care enough for Rick to ask them to watch her. 

They introduced themselves as Maggie and Glenn. 

“ You’re Rosabelle, right?” Maggie asked cautiously. 

She just nodded. 

“ Daryl calls you Blu.” The man said slowly. “ Is there a name you prefer … or?” He trailed off. 

She thought for a moment before shrugging indicating She didn’t care otherwise. 

The room fell silent for awhile. Eventually Maggie and Glenn just talked amongst themselves. But no longer felt like Rosabelle was much of a threat to them. The far away look in her eyes and her quietness didn’t scare them as much. They started to see that she was just as lost and struggling as them. 

Eventually the doctor brought her food. But she wouldn’t eat until he left. The food was just some soup and crackers. Meant to be light on her starving stomach. She ate what she could but stopped when her stomach started to turn. 

The doctor left eventually saying he was done for the day and Rosabelle was to spend the night there in his infirmary. Maggie and Glenn eventually retreated to be with the rest of the group. 

And Rosabelle was left alone for the night. Unable to sleep. The bed was too soft. She felt like she was going to fall right through. 

With a soft sigh she sat up. Gently removing the IV needle out of her arm. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. A bit shaky at first. Having been in bed all day made her joints and muscles feel stiff. 

She took her time getting feeling in her body again before spotting her red jacket and immediately putting it on to avoid looking at her scars again. 

She checked the pocket of her jacket before slowly leaving the infirmary. 

As she opened the door her eyes fell onto the night sky. The stars were bright. A lot like how they looked on her family’s farm. She’d spent so long in the woods she couldn't ever really get a good view of them. Not as good as this one at least. 

The hospital was made out of an old home. With a patio in the front. She took a step forward, further onto the patio, when she froze at the sound of a soft grunt. 

“ Shouldn’t you be in bed.” 

She tensed up, her arm raising to throw a punch when she realized it was Daryl. Sitting on the porch’s bannister. He had one leg up and resting on it as he observed her from the shadows. 

She sighed as she took a soft breath or relief. 

“ Jesus... you scared me…” she whispered. 

“ Sorry.” He grumbled. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asked again. 

She sighed as she reached into the pocket of her jacket pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and her zippo lighter. 

“ What are you doing here?” She asked as she put the cigarette to her lips. 

“ staying. Like you asked me...But now I’m asking if you gonna share.” He said in a gruff voice. 

She turned to face him before looking down at her pack. Only one more left. 

She walked over and handed it to him. 

He took it happily and stuck her final cigarette into his mouth before grabbing his lighter out of his vest pocket. 

Meanwhile Rosabelle stood beside him against the adjacent banister trying to light her own cigarette. 

“ Damn it…” she grumbled as she tried in vain to light it. She must’ve gotten it wet during the storm without realizing. Or it was finally out of juice. 

Daryl flicked and held his own lighter out to her. A perfect little flame waiting for her. 

She turned meeting his gaze in the small light from the flame as she leaned into it and lit her cigarette. 

“ Thanks.” She murmured once she exhaled the smoke. 

He lit his own cigarette after.

“ Thank you.” He said, tossing the now empty pack over his shoulder. 

“ So why you outta bed?” He asked again. 

“ I’ve been in there nearly all day..” she murmured as she smoked her cigarette. “ The bed is… too soft.” 

He stayed silent as he evaluated her response. He’d studied her features well earlier that day. The more he stared at her the more he noticed why she was on TV. 

But it was still an odd roll to imagine her in now. 

“ I get it.” He said with a shrug. 

“ So how are you here?” She asked. 

Her furrowed his brow and turned to her. “ I jus told you—“ 

“ No. You told me why. But not how…” she said softly. “ Figured your leader… Rick… would have you all together.” She said. 

Daryl thought for a moment before sighing as he took a long drag of his cigarette. 

“ Yeah he does. They gave us two houses.” He explained. “ But we all stayin in one…I guess.” 

“ So why aren’t you there with them?” She asked. 

He shrugged and thought about it. 

“ Suppose I feel the same you do. Bed is too soft. In my case… the whole damn house is.” He murmured. 

She nodded in understanding. “ So will you guys be staying?” She asked. 

“ Might be. The kids would do well here.” He trailed off. “ We need the safety…” he shrugged. 

“ Will you?” He asked after a moment as he turned to face her. Her face was barely visible to him in the darkness, but thanks to the moonlight he could see her eyes shifting at the scene in front of the porch.

She shrugged. “ I don’t know yet... I don’t…” she started slowly before looking down and sighing. “ I don’t really want to be a round people.” She confessed, shaking her head. 

He nodded in understanding. He felt the same way. The idea of this place was uncomfortable to him. Too unfamiliar. It made his nerves rise. Once they were in the gate he wanted to turn around and retreat back to the woods. They just felt more familiar than this. 

“ That’s a lil weird.” He admitted gruffly. 

“ What is?” She asked. 

He finished smoking his cigarette and put it out on the bannister before flicking it away. 

“ Figured someone like you. Did what you did. Would wanna see and be round people.” He muttered with a shrug. “ people was why you had a job right?” 

She thought for a moment before shrugging. 

“ Yeah guess so… but...things have changed now.” She said. Finishing her cigarette. “ People are just as dangerous as the dead now. I’d rather be alone.” 

Daryl understood what she meant. At times he felt the same. Especially when he would loose someone. But something told him she had a different reason for feeling that way. 

His, was out of fear of losing someone. But hers, was a fear of something else. 

As she finished her cigarette she dropped it to the floor and promptly stomped it out. She wondered how she could get more. Or if the people here had any, but she assumed they were a bit too clean for this habit. 

Daryl suddenly hopped off the banister. 

“ You should go get yer rest now.” He advised. 

She didn't seem too keen on wanting to go to sleep just yet. Crossing her arms over her chest as she remained leaning against the post. 

Daryl let out a gruff scoff. 

“ You get your rest and…maybe I’'ll help you find more smokes.” He bargained. 

She thought about his offer for a moment. It was a good offer. She saw how well he fought when they worked to arrive to Alexandria. And she did want more cigarettes. 

She sighed and pushed herself off the bannister. 

“ You too then.” She murmured as she slowly walked back to the door of the infirmary. 

He watched her opened the door before speaking up again. 

“ Don worry bout the doctor.” He suddenly said. “ I’ll be back before him tomorrow.” He said softly. 

“ Won’t leave you alone with him.” He said. Shifting a bit awkwardly in his stance. 

She nodded. “ Thank you.” And then headed back inside to rest. Keeping his deal to find more cigarettes in mind.

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[weepingtalecowboy]

Legend has kids?,?,!?!

Fanfic prompt: Knowing that Ravio is a bunny fanatic and Legend is capable of becoming a rabbit

I am surprised that Ravio hasn’t tried to adopt rabbits yet (just to be a little shit)

Like full on dragging in a fluffle of rabbits and then Legend just had to deal with it … whatever he wanted or not

But because of the good old “dad and the dog after a weekend together ” logic he then proceeded to consider them his kids

Then the chain (best if Sky and Twilight already know about legend's rabbit form)

Gets introduced like

Legend : “Those are my kids”

While everyone took it for the joke it was there also were twilight and Sky freaking the FUCK out about the implications

[infizero]

genuinely cant get over grian's team not trusting him and grian immediately jumping to "oh so you think im CHEATING? you think im CHEATING ON YOU??" like literally no one said that you brought that up yourself. girl just say you feel subconscious guilt about cheating on scar in double life and go

[angeart]

All I hear are screams

something something being haunted by the ghosts of past scars— @mcyt-halloween event gift for @captiandirtnap, hope u like!! <3