#so he gets to look worse than Glenn does

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Also see: Teen brothers au Glenn and Jodie <3 please ask me about them <3 I’m so regular about them <3

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[daryltwdixon]

Kinktober #3 Playing House

that’s it, that’s the title

Warning: smuuuuuuuuuuuuuutty wheewwy! 🥵🌶️

You and Daryl are out scavenging on a run, going through a row of houses to find canned goods to stock up for winter before the cold front hits. No one knows what winter will bring-will walkers be more docile?

Surely the cold has to slow them down like it does for people, right? But no one is sure.

When Daryl offers to make the run, you're surprised when he calls your name to join him. It's not that you're afraid-you go on runs all the time. Just... not usually with Daryl. He's intimidating and aloof, and usually you head out with Glenn and sometimes Rick. You're quick, good at getting in and out, even it there are a couple of walkers around. You can get what's needed and leave.

So when Daryl asks you to join him today, you only hesitate because you ve never been alone with the man before. But you agree, feeling like you kind of miss the adrenaline of not knowing how the day will go since you all moved to the prison. You're happy life feels safe-of course, you are-but at heart, you might be called an adrenaline junkie.

You walk a few paces behind Daryl in the woods behind the row of houses, your eyes drawn to the way his muscles move beneath his shirt as he navigates the path ahead. Every time he pauses to check the trail, you take the opportunity to watch him longer than you should. His broad shoulders, the way his fingers expertly grip his crossbow… if only it were warmer and he wasn’t wearing that damn long-sleeve, you could see the gorgeous valleys of his arms. You catch yourself staring once or twice when he turns suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. Your breath hitches, and you look away quickly, a blush rushing to your cheeks. You swear one time you catch the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

It only gets worse when you stumble on a root sticking high out of the ground, feeling the earth rushing toward your face. Daryl’s strong grip catches you before you hit the dirt, pulling you up effortlessly. He holds you there longer than necessary, his eyes scanning your face as he brings you back to stand.

“Thought you were supposed to be good at bein’ quiet,” he murmurs. The rasp of his voice sends a tingling sensation through your skin. Why did you allow yourself to be alone with this man?

“Usually I am,” you grumble. You pull away, but the feeling of his hands lingers longer than it should.

There are a few more times where you know you stare too long at his arms as he holds up the crossbow, or brush up against him when you pass by to stake a lookout to the street before crossing into the suburban neighborhood.

Finally, you reach one of the houses. You quietly open the front door, wincing as it creaks so loud it might as well paint a big target on your back for any nearby walkers. You stop just as it’s wide enough to slip through, hyper-aware of Daryl’s body close behind you, his closeness throwing you off your game. You need space to breathe. You take off into the rooms, sweeping through with your knife held high as you check around. You’re at the top landing of the stairs when you feel a hand on your leg. You nearly jump out of your skin, turning quickly to see Daryl reaching through the banister, the heat of his skin searing through the fabric of your pants. For a second, you forget how to breathe.

“We ain’t got time to mess around,” he grunts up at you. “Don’t be long.” Your eyes flicker down to his hand, and he follows your gaze, quickly removing his hand as if it’s burned him.

After checking the rooms, trying to shake off the goosebumps from his touch, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Your nerves are still buzzing, but you realize Daryl is nowhere to be found. You trust he’s around somewhere. You reach up on your tiptoes to quietly sift through the top cabinets above the counters, your fingers coming into contact with a cool metal can. As you pull it down, you read the label—Baked Beans. You’re about to set it on the counter when you feel a hand wrap around your waist, fingers firm on your side. Your breath catches as another hand covers your mouth before you can make a sound.

The grip is firm, possessive, and for a split second, your body tenses in shock, adrenaline spiking in your bloodstream. But then you hear the familiar rasp of Daryl’s voice in your ear.

“Easy,” he growls quietly, his breath hot against your skin. “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

Your heart races in your chest, but not from fear. The roughness of his palm against your waist sends a shiver down your spine, and though his grip softens, he doesn’t pull away.

He’s close, too close, his body pressing against yours in a way that makes your knees weak.

The smell of leather and sweat clings to him, his warmth radiating into you as his hips press you forward, pinning you against the cold surface of the counter. You suck in a breath, goosebumps rising as his voice rumbles low in your ear.

“Wanna play house?” The words are playful, teasing, but there’s an edge of something darker, something that makes your pulse quicken. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks, sending a jolt of heat straight through you. He pulls his hand from your mouth now that you’ve settled from the initial shock of his appearance.

There's a moment of heavy silence, the tension between you thick. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest, the weight of him pressing into you as if he's been waiting for this, as if the world has finally stopped long enough to give him this moment.

After a beat, his voice comes, low and gravelly. "Ain't like I just thought 'bout this today," he mutters, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. "Been thinkin' about it... for a while."

You swallow hard, your pulse racing, utter disbelief clouding your thoughts. "You have?"

His grip tightens on your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you feel every inch of his strength. "Yeah," he admits, his voice rough but certain. "Tried to stay outta your way, but.." He pauses, his breath catching for a second. "Every time I look at ya, it's like... I can't stay away."

He shifts behind you, his mouth hovering dangerously close to your ear again, his words thick with something between need and frustration. "Ain't good at sayin' shit like this, but... you gotta know, I been wantin' this... you." His voice drops even lower, almost a growl, "Wanted ya since the first time I saw you."

You feel the truth of it in the way his hands won't let you go, the raw edge to his words, the way he's so close, yet still holding back just enough for you to make the next move.

"Daryl..." you start, your voice soft, but you don't know what else to say.

His lips brush your skin, rough, like he's fighting not to lose control. "This what you want too?" His voice cracks slightly, a vulnerability hidden behind his usual gruffness. "Cause if it ain't... you gotta tell me now. Ain't gonna stop once I start."

“I—I—“ you stutter, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Suddenly he’s spinning you around, his hands coming up under your thighs. You squeak at the sudden movement, your arms flying to grip his neck as he hoists you up onto the counter, your legs around his waist. He keeps your hands firmly on your hips as he says, “been wondering what you’d feel like,” he whispers, rubbing up your thighs, “your skin,” his hands move up to your face, eyes flickering down to your mouth, bringing his thumb up to trace it, “these lips,”

"Tell me," he rasps, his thumb brushing along your jaw now, rough and slow, "you want this." His lips hover, so close, yet still not touching.

The air between you is electric, and you're frozen, caught in the space between wanting more and the shock of him finally saying it.

Finally acting on it.

"I want this." It's barely a whisper, but it's all he needs.

In an instant, his lips crash into yours, rough, urgent, and desperate. The kiss is nothing like you expected-it's not soft, not tentative.

It's raw, almost hungry, like he's been holding back for so long and now he can't stop. His hand on your jaw slides up to your hair, fingers tangling as he deepens the kiss, pulling you even closer.

His other hand grips on your waist to hold you steady, keeping you tight against him, his body solid and warm.

His kiss is demanding, lips moving over yours like he's trying to memorize every inch of you, every breath. You open your mouth for him, his tongue plunging into you, discovering your taste, your tongue, everything.

His lips leave yours for just a second, barely giving you time to breathe before he's kissing down the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Shoulda done this sooner," he mutters against your neck, his voice thick with frustration and something darker.

"Daryl..." you gasp, your fingers slipping under his shirt, feeling the rough edges of his skin, the scars, the heat radiating from him.

He groans at your touch, his hands bringing you flush against, pressing harder into you.

"I ain't stoppin' now," he growls, his mouth returning to yours, the kiss even deeper, more desperate this time. His teeth graze your lower lip, and you shudder, feeling him smile against your mouth, a rare moment of triumph as he finally lets go of the control he's always kept so tightly wound.

His hands are everywhere now-one gripping your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as if he's afraid to let go, afraid this moment will disappear if he does. He's rough, but there's a tenderness hidden beneath the urgency, a need to show you exactly how long he's wanted this, how much he's held back.

You’re pulling at his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin radiating off of him as he pulls away for a split second to remove it, his fingers expertly finding the hem of yours a moment later, ripping the fabric off of you. His kiss is ravenous as he pulls you in again, its teeth and tongues and fire as you explore the heat of his body against your bare skin, your body feeling electric under his touch. Soon his hands leave you, and for a moment you’re left feeling only the cold counter under you until you hear the clatter of a belt coming off, and pants being pushed down. He has his fingers hooked into the waste and of your pants soon after, pulling them off in a haste. The counter is freezing under your bare body and the contrast of the heat of him on you only raises more goosebumps along your skin.

His lips hungrily trace down your neck, nipping your shoulder and skin of your chest as his lips find your nipple and his tongue flattened against it, teeth grazing just right until he’s moving to the other. You lean your head back and moan quietly. His head comes up quickly, hand in your hair pulling him into you.

“As much as I want to hear you sing for me, sunshine, you’re gonna have to be quiet out here,” he growls into your lips, pulling you in for a desperate kiss before continuing his torturous teasing of your skin. You whimper at the sight of him lowering down in front of you, his blue eyes flicking up to yours as he pulls you forward, so the apex of your thighs sits at the edge of the counter.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his breath fanning the slick heat of your center. You bring your own hand up to your mouth, biting your finger to keep quiet as he dives for you, his tongue expertly finding every crevice of you, lapping and drinking you in. He’s moaning against your wet cunt as he continues his greedy attack, and you feel the pressure of an orgasm building in your abdomen. Daryl’s eyes are on you as you whine and whimper, and he brings a finger up to tease your center. Your eyes roll back, your hand coming down from your mouth to cling to his hair. He gently pushes in a finger, quickly followed by a second, and you’re spasming under his touch when he hits the top of your g spot, making you gush around him. He hums his devotion and rapture at your pleasure.

As he pulls away from you, his fingers dive into his mouth, his tongue cleaning up every last drop of you as you grab for him. Pulling his face to you, you kiss and slide your tongue along his, the sweet tangy taste of you still on him. He’s growling into the kiss, pulling you off the counter to stand. Your knees nearly collapse at the sudden need to have to support yourself, but his hands hold you, the rough calluses sturdy against you. He spins you around, pushing you flat against the counter. The cool touch of the countertop makes your nipples harden as they press against it, your cheek laying gently down as Daryl kisses along your back.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do ya?” His voice is gravely against your skin as he kisses down your spine, his hands traveling up and down the sides of you and landing on your hips as he stands.

“Can ya feel what you do to me?” He asks you, his thick, hot cock pressed up against the center of you. You gasp at the contact, never knowing how thick he really was. You’re not sure you’ll be able to take it, and maybe he can feel the tension in your body as your hands come up to your sides, bracing yourself.

“Shhh, shh.. say the word and I’ll stop right here, right now, baby,” he says, hands gentle on your sides, thumbs rubbing circles where they lay against you. You let out a shaky breath, leaning up against him. Your hand snakes up and around his head, holding his hair while the other goes behind you to touch his side. He smiles, kissing your shoulder, bringing his hands to your front and kneading your breasts and your breath steadies.

“Just… be gentle, at first, please,” you whisper, “I don’t think I’ve had anyone— not that big,” you let out a breathy, nervous laugh.

He breaths against your neck, and you can feel the smile against the column of your throat, “I promise,”

You tentatively lay your hands back on the counter, laying yourself back down. He brings his hand to his cock then, stroking it himself before bringing it to your wet lips, readying himself for you. You hear him spit, and look behind you to see him lubing himself up with his own juices, and something about how absolutely carnal he is makes you shiver in fervent anticipation.

He holds you hip with one hand and gently guides himself into you inch by inch. You gasp at the feeling of nearly being split in half, and hear his deep, animalistic growl at the feeling of your walls constricting around him.

“Fuck,” he grunts out, barely above a whisper. He pauses as he bottoms out into you, his entire length buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your womb. After a long moment letting you adjust, you’re shaking with need. The list coursing through your body causes your mind to go blank with absolute desperation for this man, for friction, for movement.

“Daryl, please— move,” you beg, pushing yourself against him. He leans down suddenly and bites onto your shoulder.

“Say no more, darlin,” as he snaps his hips back and into you with hungry speed. You jolt forward, your body never feeling as full as it does now. He stays leaning over you as he grips your waist even harder in your hands, his hips unrelenting in their thrusts. His cock feels like it’s splitting you in half and filling you to the brim as he continues ruthlessly fucking you against the counter. You’re trying with all the caution left in you to not scream his name, only letting whimpers and small moans out, his name on repeat from your mouth.

“Drive me crazy, that’s wha’ ya do to me,” he says breathlessly between kissing your back as he moves in and out of you, “couldn’t stop thinking about you— about this. How you’d feel taking my cock, how you’d look with it buried in ya, fuck, baby,” his thrusts are becoming irregular, and he snakes one hand between your legs and your eyes widen at the overstimulation as he pulls back the hood of your clit, pressing the calloused pad of his finger perfectly on the nub, causing your legs to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper into the counter, unable to stop your body from convulsing under his touch.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me, cum on my cock. Love seeing you so desperate for me, so cock drunk for me,” you barely can hear his words as your cumming again, biting your lip so hard to stop yourself from screaming and you taste the metallic hint of blood on your tongue. The feeling of your walls squeezing him like that has him toppling over the edge too, a long, carnal grunt escaping from him.

Both of you are gulping down breaths as you come down from your highs, his arms now tight around your waist. You both finally stand and you turn to face him again, your hands coming up around his neck.

“If I knew this is what you had in mind, Dixon, I would’ve gone on a run with you a long time ago,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips. He mirrors it, his rough exterior softening for a brief moment as he pulls you into another kiss.

But then, a distant snarling fills your ears, snapping both of you back to reality. You whip your heads toward the kitchen window, eyes narrowing at the sight of walkers accumulating by the woods where you came from. The urgency crashes over you—it’s time to go, and you have to move now.

“Time to show me how quick you really are on your feet, sunshine,” he says, scooping the discarded clothes into his arms before holding yours out to you.

[itsgrimeytime]

Maneater (Part One) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Dialogue Prompts: "Don’t play friendly with me." + "Try me."

Summary: You and Rick Grimes had a backstory, one no one knew except you and him. It's one you refused to share, you never really wanted to get into it. All anyone needed to know was you hated the man. When you're in a rough spot, and you could use the shelter the question is... does he hate you?

TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, a touch of abandonment, grudges, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: y'all ever heard of TENSION?? Or enemies to lovers??? Because I'll tell you what, I have :))) Lowkey, you have a good reason to hate Rick, but like... you'll see. also I am living in delusion for what Rick looked like in the Alexandria timeline, so just know I picture the gif, okay? Thx <3 ]]

Before you go thinking this is another long series, this is just a two/maybe three-parter. There was more to this idea than what I felt I could naturally convey in one one-shot. So, let me know if you want to be tagged for the continuation.

"Shit."

This really, truly, was never supposed to happen. This was the worst-case scenario, the kind of thing that plagued your dreams with things that were so not probable they shouldn't be scary. And yet here you were, in nightmare territory.

"Y/N? Really, is that- is that you?" the familiar face spoke -Glenn, you realized now.

God, it had been so long, you'd thought for sure at least half of that group had vanished.

Well, maybe they had. You weren't exactly sure, but Glenn hadn't really looked worse for wear. He suited the lifestyle well, actually, which you were a little impressed by -the pizza delivery guy had come a long way.

"We thought you..." he faltered off, still a bit in disbelief.

"Died? Nope," you finished, bitter, sure, but you'd never really had the chance to get over it, "-despite your wonderful leader's best efforts, I remain unscathed."

Glenn frowned.

The joy from moments before dissipated in the now fairly tense air between the two of you -others you recognized weren't there, but you imagined they were wherever he came from. Which you were currently trying to keep in the very back of your mind -you'd never follow him to them, you just couldn't.

"I should've..." he began, words seeming to come to a stop, "-Any of us should've stuck up for you. It wasn't right."

There was a bit of pleasure hearing that, somewhere deep in your chest, you appreciated it. But while the idea was good, it was very much too late. The resentment that had developed in your chest, had only solidified there -unbreakable and set in stone. You hadn't trusted a soul since, not fully anyway.

This world was filled with broken hearts, and yours was one of them.

And that was something Rick and his group had to live with, whoever they were now because that... was their fault.

You hadn't meant to hate Rick Grimes specifically, above everyone else, but the words came out of his mouth.

'Get out of here, we can't... we can't have a group this divided.'

You could still see him now in your head, clean-shaven and dressed in his uniform, taking the world by storm despite not knowing what the fuck he was doing. You were different then, scared but ready to do what you needed -hell, the first time you'd ever even held a gun was against a walker. It was with that group, they'd taught you.

You swallowed down the bile in your throat, and pushed through the rubble -your feet ached from being on the move for so long. You couldn't remember the last time you slept, or even sat down.

You couldn't not in this world, it was all about motion, about survival, about getting through the next few hours at a time.

"Look, I know you're upset, and you have every right to be," Glenn began -following you close behind, "-but we have a place... It's safe, you could sleep. You could eat. There are houses, hot water-"

You froze in place, the idea spreading a sort of warmth in your chest, something you'd forgotten somewhere along the path. Hope. Yet, there was still a sting there -deep under your skin, "Glenn-"

"It doesn't have to be forever," he added, and now that you looked at him, he did seem clean -his clothes washed and the desperation that dusted your skin was so distant you could hardly see it, "-just for a few days."

Feet frozen to the spot, you exhaled -the breath shaking you to the root, it had been so long, but how could you trust him? How could you trust any of them?

You remembered Glenn had looked hesitant, that day, his own suspicion drawn in his eyebrows but it hadn't gone farther than that. He hadn't said a word. No one had. But now, he was here offering solace, safety. And you knew it wasn't just out of pity.

The world had enough of that on its own. You had enough of that on your own, your story spilling to listening ears -they'd all been the same. Still, you could use a break.

And as much as you didn't trust the group, whatever it had become, you knew that if anyone had survived this long -they'd been skilled. Skilled enough for you to breathe, for you to close your eyes and sleep.

You sighed, wiping the sleep from your eyes, or rather the lack of, "Just a few days?"

"As long as you need," Glenn reiterated, somehow conveying that you never had to leave, it was a small thing. But comforting.

"I get to decide when to leave?"

Glenn frowned, his own body almost shrinking in on itself, disappointment. You'd never thought you'd see this, someone from so long ago -the regret, the remorse, "Yeah, of course."

And you were thinking about it. As your joints ached and your throat burned for water, the breeze felt cold against your bones, and you truly couldn't imagine it getting any warmer. The sun setting only meant it could get colder, and you were currently without a roof.

"Okay," you quietly agreed, despite the churning in your stomach saying otherwise.

That was when one of the others, neither of which you knew, spoke, "But, didn't Rick say-"

"Shut it," Glenn exhaled, tone icy and you suddenly realized maybe they were new to him too.

The walk was long, not grueling since Glenn had known exactly where he was going -he'd always had that sense of direction though. You remembered the early days when he'd been the one to volunteer to go back to the city, he'd known so much. Maybe he was just made that way? Or it was some sort of thing they'd invented. It had been a long time.

"There's a few of us that'll be happy to see you," Glenn spoke, casually walking beside you as the other two paired off behind you.

You swallowed the tensing of your shoulders, the last time you'd been in a group it hadn't ended well, and every time before that too actually. You didn't meld well with groups, let's just say that.

"I don't think so," you hummed, remembering so far back in your brain that day -the eyes all set on you, strong and decisive. You couldn't imagine who else survived other than Rick Grimes himself. Because this world wasn't what you expected, you shouldn't have survived more that a week... but here you were.

Glenn didn't say anything else, you assumed he noticed your more pressed tone -as the opposite of an invitation to keep talking. It stung a bit, watching the man's face solemn considerably, but there was also a sick part of your brain that had been waiting for this day.

As you approached the new community, Glenn spread out his hands -with a voice close to an announcer, "Welcome to Alexandria!"

Alexandria was big, bigger than you thought really. When you pictured the homes, there was bordered up windows and broken glass -blood stained into the wood. But these?

They were almost pristine.

Your head spun as you made your way through the gate, Glenn casually guiding you through the space without much forethought. It seemed he'd known this daze, he'd experienced it himself, maybe?

You knew how this world was, Alexandria seemed to be a new wave of something fresh.

Actually, you'd seen signs once or twice but never pursued it. Things like that didn't quite work in this world, you were scared of what it may truly have been. But Glenn had brought you hear with the promise of a bed to sleep in, so you assumed whatever kinks were there had already been worked out.

Or maybe you hoped they would.

In your haze, you hadn't noticed the two other members bump ahead -headed straight for a particular place, you assumed. Nor did you really notice Glenn kind of easily navigating in front of you.

Until, you heard the voice you'd vowed to never hear until the day you died.

"Glenn?" the drawl was deeper now, older and a touch more dangerous, "-The others told me you brought someone back, I thought we talked about-"

"Rick," Glenn interrupted, voice steady and calm -he had been prepared for this, "-it's Y/N."

There was silence there, as you trailed your fingers along the trim of the house ever-so-gently -the dirt stained into your fingertips didn't need to smudge there. It would've ruined it.

"What?" His voice was low, and despite how much you wished you could understand the tone, you couldn't -you didn't know him.

He could be angry, in disbelief, in shock. You had no clue, instead focusing on the ivy running up the sides of some of the houses -rubbing the leaves with your thumb, muttering, "Wow."

"Y/N?"

You blinked out of your haze, stilling at the direct contact with you -it felt odd, hearing your name out of his mouth. So familiar yet, so so far off. Yet, the sting still burned deep under your skin -it would probably never go away.

Without turning around, you acknowledged him simply -direct and without much other force, "Rick."

Then the space grew even quieter, the tension laying thick into the air -you could feel it set the prickling of goosebumps on your skin.

With a heavy breath, you turned around -equipped to set your eyes on his skin.

He looked... different. His hair was much longer, curled at the nape of his neck, and he had a beard -now littered with grey. It suited him, he'd been too uptight back then, now though, he'd seemed more adjusted.

"Y/N, I-" he began, and you could hear it -the pity, the 'I'm sorry'. You couldn't take it, not from him. Not now.

It was too late, it made you want to rip your hair out. And thrash and cry and scream. Scream for all you'd lost, scream for the fear you felt that day, pushed into the woods -separated.

You spoke, pushing back the bite in your tone as much as you could, "Don't play friendly with me. I'm here for a few days, at most."

Rick's mouth snapped shut, jaw setting. He seemed frustrated, but that was hardly your problem, the whole thing was his really. He could die with that regret, aching to give an apology for his wrongdoings... and you would let him.

The area, which you now realized was slowly filtering people in, eyes all beginning to focus on you and Rick. Questioning, mostly, but you figured any pushback on Rick and you'd end up dead. So, you pushed back -the strength of your tone settling and the brush of the cold warming.

You didn't need to make enemies.

And then you heard it, a familiar voice, older than you'd expected, you'd known that voice younger... what was-

"Y/N?"

Your breath stuttered, as you spun on your feet and there he was, taller and older, "Carl? Oh my god-"

You hadn't even thought about it, that where Rick was Carl would follow. You had less than high hopes that he'd even survive this far, and yet, here he was right in front of you.

You'd known Carl early on in the group, he had been so young. Lori needed help sometimes, and she'd grown close to you, so, pretty quickly, she'd trusted you with him. In the early days, he was stuck to your side -playing games with the sticks and rocks you could find nearby, giving him comfort when his Mom seemed too far to touch -she was often like that. Her eyes were far, and her mind farther.

Without much less of an introduction, he ran to you with ease, despite the filth you must've been covered in. Especially compared to him, who seemed to be as perfectly clean as the rest of them. He ran into you, arms wrapping tight around your figure -and god, he was so much taller. You bit back a sob, how much had you missed?

"I thought you were dead," he spoke, muttering into your shoulder and his hands gripping desperately at your shirt.

You remembered the tiny version of him kicking and screaming, 'Why do they have to leave, Dad?!' He had been crying so hard his body was shaking, they practically had to tear him off you. You'd told them you'd leave in the night when he was sleeping, so it wouldn't be so hard on him. He couldn't put up as much of a fight if he wasn't there.

"You've gotten so tall," you laughed, pulling back and wiping at your eyes -gesturing to his stature.

Carl laughed too, wiping away his own tears.

You forgot for a second where you were, and how long it had been. Only reuniting with someone you cared tremendously about. The moment was bittersweet with the eyes of many sliding across your figure, the scar detailed across your arm, or maybe the bandage wrapped around your head. You'd had some run-ins, but you'd taken care of them with what you could.

The next few days were a bit stuffy, the doctor (who you didn't bother to learn the name of) had been keeping a close eye on you -consistently telling you to rest and sticking the one and only sheriff on you when you resisted.

Apparently, she thought that it was the best idea.

The single thread that didn't have you running out of this place wore a sheriff's hat and seemed to relish in your arrival. Carl had been by your side frequently, introducing you to practically everyone (including Glenn's wife, Maggie, what-) -which you had originally been strictly against, but the kid was your soft spot.

You'd felt more at ease after a run-in with two familiar faces, Daryl and Carol. They both did similarly to Carl, and you couldn't seem to fault them too much. Not at that moment anyway. It was midday and Carl had run off with some people his own age, which you refused to separate him from that. It was important, he needed it.

And you needed something too.

The space felt cramped, with someone constantly looking over your shoulder and someone else always in your area. It was a far cry from your previous loner life where your days fell to silence and the slice of whatever your blade was echoed through it. Before Glenn, you hadn't spoken out loud in months.

So, with new energy from the hot water and regular meals, you'd found yourself roaming the streets towards the fence. Just for a sense of normalcy, you needed to taste the adrenaline, feel the blade in your hands, and the urgency in your movements. Dancing with death.

Trying to watch your back, you kept your eyes behind you -ducking behind some of the unused houses that you'd scouted out earlier in the day. It wasn't like you were leaving forever, just a few hours that's all you needed.

"And where are you going?"

You jumped, turning to the sound in front of you, and because god simply hated you it happened to belong to one Rick Grimes. His eyes leveled with you, standing confidently in your way like he'd expected you. And shit, maybe he had.

Stammering, you regained your composure, "Where's Carl?"

"Asleep," he responded with ease.

"Look, I'm not-" you groaned, "-Why are you keeping me here like a prisoner?"

"Doctor told me to keep an eye on ya," he answered, once again too prepared, it infuriated you to no bounds, "-you don't think I'd notice you scopin' out an exit?"

"That's not-" you straightened your posture, pressing your lips into a thin line, "I don't have to explain myself to you. So, kindly, if you would get out of my way, I'll be back in an hour."

Rick chuckled, not in a really joyful way either, neither of you was quite joking, "Yeah, not happenin'."

"Rick," you echoed, tone ice and hand tightening on where your blade rested on your hip -a handmade hilt someone had made you a long time ago, "-move, or I'll make you."

He paused, licking a line across his teeth, and slowly making his way into your space. Your breath caught in your throat, but you stayed strong in your place -eyes set on his and shoulders set in place. He didn't speak until his face was right in yours, a breath away, and his expression remained unchanged -his eyes only betraying the heaviness of his words, "Try me."

Rick didn't reach for his gun, which sat with was at his hip -inches from his hands. You knew he wouldn't pull it on you, it wasn't in his character, but there was a chill in his tone -something new.

What happened to him?

You washed out the worry that settled under your skin for a second, that didn't need to be there. He'd abandoned you -they all had.

Setting your jaw, you exhaled -pulling back and letting your hand fall to your side, "Look, I just need an hour."

Rick stared at you, you couldn't read him -years of age, and most likely tragedy by the missing faces, gracing features you once knew. And even then, he was new -you hadn't known him.

"This place is-" you faltered off, looking back to the houses, where most lights were switched off in the dark -except for just a few spare ones, "-suffocating. I've been on my own for so long, I feel like I'm having an out-of-body fucking experience here. This isn't... I need something familiar."

He still hadn't said a word.

"So," you began, strong, before deflating, "-just let me kill some of the dead, yeah?"

Rick pursed his lips, before sighing deep and heavily, "Okay."

You opened your mouth to rebuttal, before the words set in, "Okay?"

"Just let me tell Michonne and Daryl I won't be around for a bit," he continued, seeming to waltz on past you, and then those words hit you.

"Rick, I don't need a babysitter," you answered, that lick of bitterness slinking through your skin again -your mouth opened before you could stop it, "-you weren't worried years ago, were you? Why now?"

He stopped in his motion, frozen solid by your words. A part of you felt vindicated, he deserved it -it may have been years for him, but that was the way your way in this world had started.

You hadn't expected him to speak, but he did.

"You can't do that."

A flash of frustration hummed under your skin -burning hot and bright -who was he to say anything to you, "I can't do that? Do what? Talk about what you did to me? The day you kicked me to the curb at the beginning of the fucking apocalypse...?"

"I've been tryin' to apologize since you got here-" he started, tone angry in the way of hands shaking not voice raising, "-you won't let me."

Something in you snapped.

"So what?" you started, tone shaky and you'd say it was for rage but you could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, "You think I want an apology from you?"

Rick looked lost then, and something in you begged to keep going. The dam was cracked now, and the water could flood out -who better than the man who hit the nail in the coffin, "What...?"

"You, you don't get the resolution that would get you. You don't get to sleep well at night because you said sorry, no."

He didn't speak.

You laughed, the tears were free now, years of being locked behind something as thick as the shell you wore after that day -your breaths were ragged and you felt like maybe your heart would be out of your chest, "I never wanted to live through this."

"Y/N-"

And there was something there in those words, heavy and gravelly against the cool night air. But you couldn't dwell on it. You had too much to say to him, to all of them really, but just him would do.

"No," you exhaled, taking a deep shaky breath in, "-Rick, I just need to know one thing."

He opened his mouth, assumedly to answer your question, but you still couldn't let him speak. Your brain was going so fast, you had to keep up.

"Did you ever ask them why?"

Rick spoke then, slowly, "Who?"

"Shane," you spoke, the air seemed to get heavier, "-and Lori. Did it never seem odd to you that it came out at the same time? That they'd both seen me that exact same day?"

Rick stilled, and his jaw seemed to set.

That was what had gotten you kicked out, Shane and Lori had alleged you'd taken more supplies for yourself -stolen from everyone. You weren't sure of the specifics, whether it be an extra graham cracker or a tissue to wipe your busted lip, as you didn't let them get too far into it. They'd been egging him on, Shane on some sort of masculine level and Lori using their love as a pawn -you'd seen it clear as day. Rick hadn't.

"I was going to tell you," you spoke quietly, barely a brush over the wind of the chillier nights.

He didn't have to ask what. He knew you assumed he had known pretty much immediately after you noticed their absences. Something had happened, maybe not long after you'd left. You could only assume so much.

"I didn't know," he echoed out, his voice strained in a way you'd never heard from him -pained, regretful.

Without much else, you turned back the way you came -voice steady and strong across the space between you two, "I know."

[nadeleine888]

Line dancing

Minors do not interact!!!!!! 18+

Warnings: rough sex, Daryl being jealous, Daryl being a sweetheart, teasing, neck kisses, kissing, love making, p in v, touching, Daryl sucking your area, cum, talk of fighting, Daryl cleaning you, Daryl calling himself daddy. Let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 2.k

It's been almost a whole year since the group was brought to Alexandria and ever since the quarry Daryl and you were never on good terms, always fighting, bickering back and forth, Merle teased him about it because he thought he liked you but really he couldn't stand you always being nice and caring, giving others your food when they needed it, he Hated how nice you were with a captain H.

You were pretty but he'd never admit that, all the guys liked you, as months passed and things changed, and groups got bigger and then smaller and then bigger again, it was long before Arron found them and brought them to Alexandria. Now it's been almost a year and Daryl and you still fight alot, but like tonight and many other nights before Deanna likes throwing parties for new people and like tonight to celebrate the one year anniversary she came up with the idea of a line dancing party. So while a few people cook up some food in a big old pot over a fire, and while others drink beer by the roaring bonfire, and some have already started line dancing, music plays in the background, and people are happy.

Then as the line dancing starts and everyone even Carol, Daryl, Rick, you, Arron, Maggie and Glenn and Michonne everyone there that wants to gets in a line one for girls one for guys. When you look up at your partner it's none other than your enemy Daryl Dixon, you didn't really hate him but he made it clear he hated you so you just stayed away from him, you try being nice and smiling, too which he walks away before the music starts, finally after everyone gets a partner and you're still alone, Abraham excuses himself from Rosita and gets in line so you don't dance alone you thank him and the music starts, after the first song ends everyone is laughing and having a blast soon Abraham goes back to Rosita and Carol goes to check the soup that's cooking nearby arron comes over and is your partner.

After a few more dances the soup is ready and everyone finds a spot around the bonfire with a bowl of steaming soup and enjoys the night. You feel a pair of eyes on you the whole night but you try ignoring it, you catch Daryl staring more than once. After the night ends and everything gets cleaned up and everyone goes home I head to your small house a little further away from the rest of the houses. I walk up the stairs and to the door. You unlock the door and walk in and you're about to close the door when someones boat stops it, you open it again to see Daryl their with something like lust in his eyes. " Hi Daryl sorry I didn't hear you or see you coming up my steps" you say too which he doesn't respond but Instead pushes past you inside closing the door behind him he grabs your shirt and pulls you closer" you think you're funny out their prancing around like a god damn fairy, you know what that does to me? It makes me want to rip all your fucking clothes off right now and take you over this counter right here!" He says roughly pulling your shirt over your head. You gasp as the cold night air hits your breasts. " D-daryl what are you doing?" " Shut up and be a good girl and do what I say or this is just gonna be worse for you " he says roughly picking you up and placing you down on the counter. He unbuckles your pants and pulls them off nearly pulling you off the counter in the process.

After you left with nothing but your pretty black lace bra and panties he's eyes grow darker as he unclasps your bra. Throwing it too the floor with the rest of your clothes he's hands fly to your breasts and he immediately leans down and pops one into his mouth, he nips gently making you cry out. He smiles as he licks his way around your hard nipple and over to the next before sucking on that one too, while he's playing with your breasts you snake your hands into his hair and he groans pulling away he yanks down your panties and starts kissing down your stomach pushing you back he enters you with his tongue.

You moan in pleasure and try bunking your hips, he only growls and slams your hips down with his strong hands holding you down, he pulls away his scruff covered in your juices, he unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down pooling at his ankles he then removes his boxers which have a very big tent in them, you can help but groan as his hard thick cock springs free slapping his stomach, saying he's big is an understatement. He leans down kissing your neck and whispers in your ear " don't try and hold back daddy wants to hear you scream his name" he whispers then roughly he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders he enters you with a sickening squelch, he doesn't stop and let you adjust he just starts thrusting roughly. He growls and grunts as his thrusts get faster. Your head flies back onto the hard counter as you feel your orgasm getting closer.

He keeps up his brutal pace not stopping even after you've cum twice and are now a whining mess crying his name as he keeps going chasing his high. It's at least another 20 minutes before he's a whimpering, whining, mess he cums deep inside you claiming you as his, his head falls onto your chest as he catches his breath. He slowly pulls out and watches mesmerized as your mixed juices leak out of your tight abuses hole. He smiles like a child who's just been given candy. He helps you sit up gently kissing your neck and up to your jaw before capturing your lips in a sweet bit passionate kiss.

He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter then grabs a wet warm cloth and starts cleaning between your legs. After that he kisses your cheek and starts a bath for you. He helps you into it and washes your body from head to toe. After that while you're just relaxing he runs out and gathers the clothes he put his own on then sets yours on the counter, he sets out two towels and then drains the water helping you out he wraps you in one and your hair in another. He kisses your lips and then gets a hairdryer and dries your hair. He leaves sweet little pepper kisses along your neck, after your hair is dry he helps dry your body then dresses you Into something comfortable he found In your bedroom.

After that he picks you up bridal style and carries you upstairs to your bedroom. He lays you onto your bed tucking you in he kisses your lips in a lingering kiss then starts to leave but you stop him but grabbing his wrist and pulling him back onto the bed. He smiles as he asks softly " you want me to stay?" " Please" you answer as you lay down he crawls in behind you spooning you as you fall asleep he stays up making sure you're asleep and staying up a little longer playing with your hair.

As the morning sun shines through the windows in your bedroom Daryl stir behind you with your head resting on his chest. He smiles as he leans down and kisses your hair. You slowly start to stir, looking up at him you smile. He leans down kissing your lips this time. After a few minutes he gets up saying something about getting back to his place before anyone sees him leaving your place. You get up still sore from last night. You lean up onto your tippy toes and kiss his lips again as he grabs his crossbow and leaves out your door. As he close the door y of u head to the kitchen to get coffee.

Outside as Daryl is walking down your porch steps and ricks walking by heading to work he snickers getting Daryls attention when he looks over Rick just waves as he walks over he asks " you enjoy last night?" " Shut up man" Daryl answers which makes Rick chuckle " hey next time let me know I'll get earplugs!" He yells after Daryl making Daryl's cheeks heat up as he walks to his house with his head full of nothing but thoughts of you and your night together.

Hope y'all like it

Let me know if you want me to continue

Love yall

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Great teen talk overall, but honestly I was particularly interested in what Matt had to say about where Lincoln is at right now (and that we might get a better glimpse into this next episode? Which has me both nervous and excited but I'm trying not to think about it *too* much cause I'm already super nervous about how things are gonna pan out for the twins next episode).

It all tracks- Lincoln's increasingly nihilistic view of the world impeding on his ability to feel much of anything but nevertheless caring about how *his friends* are feeling and what they want. Being too deep in a dissociative state to process his own grief (and everything else) but caring that *Normal* is sad and doing what he can to help him.

I think Lincoln is a funny and incredibly fascinating character because if you look at his words, honestly no one can deliver a blow like Lincoln- a trademark of his brutal honesty, and in most stark contrast to Normal's "toxic positivity", neither being inherently better or worse than the other just inverted, and reflective of different values (something something cheerkicks is doomed by the narrative they should kiss etc. etc. not what the post is about). Conversely, if you look at Lincoln's actions (and Lincoln is, at his heart, an action-oriented character), truly nobody is putting their ass on the line for the people around them quite like Linc is. I've stated on several occasions that I believe Lincoln is the most selfless of the teens, and I stand by this, but this is a virtue as much as it as a flaw. It's heroic, to put yourself in a line of fire to save your friend's dad, or impale your leg on a candy cane twice to get an anchor, or hug your friend to show them you care even if it literally winds up killing you- but it also reflects self-preservation instincts that somehow manage to be even weaker than those of the guy who tried to throw himself out of a building thinking that a parachute would save him (god I love Taylor).

Lincoln cares immensely about his friends (despite his growing numbness to the world around him), but dangerously little about himself and what becomes of his own life. As a less dire example, "Apollo Four Teens" acts as a great demonstration of how Lincoln will stretch himself thin for everyone around him until there's nothing left, but forgets in the process to stop and register his own emotions and tend to his own needs. Combine this with Lincoln's perpetual "keep calm and roll with the punches" attitude towards the nonstop bullshit the teens have gone through over the course of the season, including an extensive list of unresolved issues related to Grant (which by now I've outlined fairly thoroughly), and you have a serious recipe for disaster. Characters like Normal and Scary are, relatively speaking, pretty obvious and emotive with respect to their pain, even when they are trying not to be. This is good, since it makes it easier for other characters to recognize that they need help in the first place and try to look out for them (they may not always know how to do so correctly, but the intent is there). Lincoln, in contrast, shuts down and becomes less emotive in response to his own pain (in a manner that is somewhat similar to Darryl, more similar to Glenn, and of course most similar to Grant, but ultimately different from all of them), silently building his walls up higher and higher but being no safer for it. It is partially for this reason that other characters very rarely think to check in on Linc and see how he's doing (Taylor to his credit tried after the titanic episode, but that got interrupted, and Grant does also try but- much like his own dad with him- fails to meet his son halfway in being honest and vulnerable and hence fails to make any progress), leaving him to mostly suffer in silence perhaps without even truly realizing it himself.

I guess the gist of what I'm saying is, Lincoln is in deep water, all of this has been a long time coming, and if nobody does anything about it soon... (Metaphorically-speaking of course-) that boy is going to drown.

[amymbona]

1950s Patrick is cool, but imagine how tragic the story of 1940s Patrick is...

The war started and he is taken into the army, you cry and are afraid of losing your wonderful beloved husband. You can never be sure whether he will live or not, but can only believe and hope that at least he will remain alive, not to mention the injuries both physical and psychological, since war does not spare anyone. You spend your last night of love with him, whispering to him how much you love him and that you won't let him die. Maybe the conversation will even get to the baby, about how they want a baby and what you would name the baby after him. Patrick or Patricia :)) When a tear runs down cheek, he comforts you, says that he loves you, that he will never die and leave you alone. You end up falling asleep hugging him, and you look at him for the last time, knowing that tomorrow he will leave. In the morning you see him off, constantly kissing and hugging him the whole way, 'cause you understand that this is the only chance to be satiated with his love and adoration. You wave your handkerchief at him, shedding a tear, and here he is, leaving. All that remains is to believe that his service will be easier than others and that he will return to their home with the same wonderful smile and bright, shining eyes that you fell in love with.

Every time I realize that I'm a damn director, not a screenwriter. Give me my lovely screenwriter!!!

I haven't written to you for a long time, girlie. Amy, how are you?! What's up? 🤗🤗

- 🐦‍⬛

I'm gonna give you a blow job for this one, little bird. How am I doing? After reading this? Absolutely fucking wonderful.

One thing people must know about me is that I love angst and THIS..... 🫦🫦🫦 SO SO SO GOOD!

Imagine Patrick somewhere in the trench, the sun is falling down and he's shivering, purple bruises on his cheeks, his hair a complete mess. Unwashed, starving, the lack of sleep and warmth is very much evident in the way he's shivering but by some miracle, he hasn't gone crazy yet.

Perhaps it's the image of your beautiful face that he keeps in his pocket, a little photograph he has torn out of your family memory book that you keep in the living room, just to have you with himself at all times. All the men in his troop know about you, know your name and age and what flowers you like, that you love to dance to Glenn Miller's songs and wear the prettiest dresses. Patrick keeps talking about you nonstop.

And currently, he's writing a letter to you, one that he's been writing for the past there weeks and he honestly has no idea if his writings are ever gonna be seen by your eyes. Patrick is desperate to remain in contact with you, but he knows that even if all the letters would remain stuffed in his pocket, you'll know damn well what messages he is attempting to send you.

Luckily, through some begging and mutual contacts, he manages to give the letter to some guy. Patrick kisses it a thousand of times, hoping you'll get a whiff of his scent, even though he smells like dirt and piss.

My darling,

I miss you dearly and I miss you every day. Remember how I told you Remarque was a stupid fool? How I couldn't believe a single word from his book? This place is worse than All quiet on the western front, it's worse than hell itself.

Every day I thank myself for taking that little picture of your beautiful face to look at. It keeps me sane, I think, and I look at it more than I used to look at your real face. Forgive me it I've ever made you cry, my love. I cry every night.

Don't waste your words asking me how I'm doing, write about your days instead. Are you doing all alright? Are you keeping the place clean and that stray dog that keeps sneaking into our garden well fed? Has your mother's flu been treated and is she feeling better?

Please, darling, spray your perfume on the paper when you write me a response. Use the whole bottle it you feel like it's not enough. I just need to feel you somehow. If you can and find away, send me some food. Anything. In cans, preferably. Me and the boys are starving. They want to meet you when we're all back home. I talk about you and our memories every night.

I will be missing you until my heart stops beating.

Yours, Patrick

[cultofdixon]

Change Your Mind

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Alexandria was a new change for everybody, and it was obvious that some people weren’t fitting in right away…or at all. Sometimes it takes a push or someone you trust to help you get settled • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Scars / Nightmares / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“Can’t we just. Leave it”

“No, we can’t just fucking leave HER” Daryl snaps at his brother after the two discovered a little girl hiding in the trunk of a tree clutching onto a knife she found while running.

The little girl tried to hide more in the tree when Daryl knelt before the hole after throwing his crossbow across his shoulders. He held his hand out to her, Merle expected her to stab him but was disappointed when she didn’t.

“We ain’t gonna hurt yea. But yea also can’t stay here…” He frowns already worrying for this child as he kept his offer out to her watching her shakingly accept. “Ain’t gonna let anybody hurt yea”

~

Daryl flinches when he felt hands on his arm but relaxed seeing Y/N latching onto him with a fearful expression to the gates of this new place opening. He brought his arm around her shoulders bringing his kid close and keeping her away from the new blood.

When the interviews happened, Y/N was allowed to be in the room with Daryl when his was happening. But the archer was kicked out when it was her turn.

“They ain’t gonna hurt her in an interview”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Daryl frowns waiting outside the door with Carol beside him as she didn’t trust it either.

But Y/N knew to book it if she was being threatened. She just sat there in front of Deanna as she rambled on about how safe Alexandria was. Her voice was just white noise until she got too close in her line of sight.

The two eavesdropping heard glass break and Daryl didn’t wait, especially Carol when it came to opening the door seeing Y/N backed herself into the corner of the room. She stumbled out of the seat resulting in the vase breaking and Deanna stepping back. But that key part almost made Daryl toss her away from Y/N.

“Sorry. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” Y/N continued as the tears formed.

“It’s okay, it was an ugly vase anyway” Deanna stepped back when Daryl made his way over to check on his kid. “Her bandage was bleeding through and I wanted to check it for her but then I realized a bit too late that I shouldn’t have approached her”

“Yea think?” Daryl snaps checking for himself while wiping away her tears.

“It may need stitches…and we have a doctor here that can do it if you want—-“

“We’re fine” He frowns bringing her into his embrace. “I can take care of it”

And he did. The best he could. Daryl didn’t trust anybody in that place and it stressed him a bit when Y/N didn’t either. Hell, she’s still getting used to Rosita and them. The last time she let people in after Daryl, she was captured by the same fucks that took Maggie and Glenn at Woodbury. Didn’t help that one of them was Merle. He felt at fault for that and Terminus. But she didn’t freak out entirely except for when one of the cannibals sliced her face open and tried to kill him.

He’s afraid of doing more damage than anything else.

Y/N and Daryl were staying in Carol’s place and she couldn’t be happier. Daryl wasn’t the only one she was close to and Carol felt safer with her under her roof. Carol helped reapply a new bandage after making the teen shower after spending months without one. She wasn’t going to let her follow in Daryl’s disgusting footsteps.

“…I’m afraid there could be an infection, does it hurt a lot?” Carol frowns lifting Y/N’s chin moving her head carefully to check if the sweeping has gotten worse. “And don’t lie to me either.”

“It hurts a little…” Y/N frowns feeling her hand move away making her look to the floor out of instinct. “Do I really need stitches?”

“If it bleeds through again, it would be best…but the doctor here is sleazy…I wouldn’t want you to deal with him until you really have to. So we’ll stick with this, and if it bleeds…Daryl will take you”

“I don’t want my dad to hurt the guy…”

Carol never heard Y/N refer to Daryl like that before and part of her felt the joy that he will soon enough feel when she hears him call him that himself.

“If you come and get me, I’ll make sure that won’t happen. But he’s only gonna if the guy makes you uncomfortable in any way” Carol smiles to reassure her girl before letting her get situated in the bedroom they were in, by herself.

Daryl sat on the porch of the house watching the Alexandrians walk by heading to the party glancing in his direction in both confused and a happy manner. He sighs hoping he doesn’t scare anybody, he wants to make this work for the sake of Y/N. That’s all that matters.

The archer relaxes when he sees a pair of familiar red converse appear right beside him. Soon Y/N sat down beside him in a pair of sweats and a jacket covering her infamous Queen tshirt. She brought her knees to her chest like usual and gave him a short smile.

“Not goin’ to the party I see” Daryl smiles ruffling her hair which she protest but the laugh that escaped her made him feel better. “How’s your face?”

“Achey”

“Carol updated me and we uh. We’ll go to the doc if it bleeds again. Okay? I won’t leave yea alone either” Daryl reassures her moving the hair out of the way of her bandage.

“Is that why you’re not at the party…? Cuz Carol told yea I wasn’t leavin’”

“You’re my kid. I know things…besides. I ain’t going for myself” Daryl frowns, getting up from the steps and started heading down. “Wanna take a walk?”

The walk didn’t last that long given Aaron, the recruiter, spotted the two and invited them inside for dinner. He wasn’t going to leave his husband alone after what had happened so they made dinner and extra for certain guests. Aaron really had this planned out.

“We didn’t poison it. Clearly your dad is still standing should prove it” Eric laughs in a playful manner taking a sip of his wine while Daryl did indeed devour his plate of spaghetti.

Y/N looked down at her plate for a while longer before pretty much doing the same as Daryl by devouring her meal. It’s been too long since she’s had a good meal she thought and it would’ve been the reason for her tears because it’s so crazy to imagine finally having a break from all the chaos. But the sudden pain in her cheek took her mind away from everything. She covered for face for a moment feeling the bandage and looking at the residue that came off it on her fingers.

“You bled through” Daryl wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before checking how bad it was getting. “Need to see the doc…but it’s late”

“I can do it”

The two look at Eric confused as he got up from the table using his crutch to help him retrieve something.

“While I get what I need, how about you show Daryl what you wanted to show’em” Eric addresses such to Aaron as he got up taking his and his partner’s plate to clean up before showing Daryl the garage.

Daryl waited for two to return but as the two waited, Y/N grew anxious about the stitches that were inevitable. Her anxiety lead to Daryl’s and he was worried that Eric was going to mess up but he was going to be there. Even if Eric suggested Daryl see what was in the garage with Aaron while he handles it.

“I’m not leaving my…” Daryl pinches the bridge of his nose frustrated by everyone trying to separate the two. “I’m not leaving my daughter when y’all do this, alright?”

“Okay, that’s perfectly fine.” Eric reassures bringing his chair on the other side of Y/N for Daryl to sit so he could be on the side of her cut.

As Eric started to clean up the wound he couldn’t help but notice Daryl watching his every move. This was definitely one of the more protective pairing he has every met but he was always careful when it came to taking care of things.

After finishing up with the stitching and re-bandaging, finally Aaron showed Daryl the bike frame in his garage and the parts he’s collected. Y/N watches some light return to her dad when seeing everything that she knew he was starting to like this place for its little things.

So…she would give it a chance

Even if the wolves attacking and the chaotic inner wall situations happening brought more things to worry about

“I think it adds character for what it’s worth…” Y/N rests her head on Carl’s shoulder as he rolled his eye.

“Yeah? It’s even harder to read comics”

“I could always read it to you if you want.”

“Nah. You’ve got your own reading material. I just like the company” Carl states continuing with his comic even if reading gives him a bit of a headache. That’s to expect only a week after the incident.

Y/N manage to find some solitude in Alexandria which was the small library they had. But she still didn’t interact with many, only really Eric and Aaron when it comes to Alexandrians.

“Y/N, let’s go” Daryl calls from downstairs as Y/N got up from sitting next to Carl on his bed tossing her Tolkien book into her pack before heading out.

“Hey Y/N?” Carl calls out as she stops at his door giving him a smile. “Thanks for hanging out with me…thought I’d freak people out cuz yknow”

“It adds character development. Besides, I’ll be back tomorrow” Y/N continues to smile on her way out of the Grimes residence.

Daryl walks his kid back home which wasn’t far but enough to give her something before they entered the house. Y/N looks at him confused taking the book offered to her and flipping through the blank pages.

“Michonne said she used to journal when she was stressed in the old world. Thought that could help yea” Daryl rubs the back of his neck anxiously thinking Y/N would hate it but she smiled up at him.

“Can I draw in it?”

“It’s yours kid, you can do whatever you want with me” He smiles ruffling up her hair like he always did before heading inside with her.

The growling grew louder

Along with the screaming

Y/N laid helpless in the grass as the walkers drew closer

She couldn’t move

Couldn’t do anything

She was helpless

Y/N suddenly jolts awake resting her hands on her chest feeling the rise and fall happening quickly. She frowns seeing that it was still dark out and didn’t feel like waking anyone up to talk about it.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Hasn’t she been hanging with Carl?”

“Carl hasn’t seen her. I already bothered him” Daryl frowns leaving the Grimes residence to find Aaron looking just as lost as he was.

The second the archer drew close he was grabbed by Aaron.

“Have you seen Eric?”

“Why do you sound so panicked?!”

“Why are you returning the same energy!”

“YOU STARTED IT” Daryl snaps before holding his hands up in a halt position for both to take a second. “Sorry. I can’t find my kid”

“Help me find Eric and I’ll help find Y/N”

“Deal”

Finding Eric would be easier because Aaron knows his favorite places in Alexandria and he doesn’t go outside the walls often on his own. They tried the library given that would’ve taken out two birds with one stone since Y/N likes to be there but neither of them were there. Then it was to the gazebo, no Eric. Other more secretive areas that Aaron didn’t mind showing Daryl but given the blind spots he knew he took Eric out to those spots just for a moment alone.

The two came up empty and were walking the streets once more hoping one of them would pop out. Daryl was about to blow a fuse worrying about his kid when he felt something hit his head. Aaron bent down to pick up an acorn as they were confused given none of the trees within the walls dropped such and there weren’t much around the main street. Then both of them were hit with a few more making the two look up finding Eric sitting on the edge of the roof along with Y/N beside him doing something in her journal.

Aaron opens the door to the roof access as Daryl pushes his way through about to confront the two when he noticed all the art supplies on the roof…along with a few drawings and a painting in the works.

“Clearly Aaron didn’t find my note on the fridge” Eric laughs resting his hand on Y/N’s shoulder to indicate to her that he was going to leave a moment. “He always jumps to conclusions thinking I’ve left without notifying”

“Yeah but my—-“

“I was taking a walk last night and saw Y/N on your porch writing in her notebook. But she was also drawing. Didn’t pry her or anything but I got up here when I need space from it all…just giving her a spot to be alone if she needed it” Eric informs her dad as both were watching her be in her little bubble. “I should’ve told you but you were out with Glenn this morning”

Daryl stopped caring in that moment and went to sit with his kid. He watched her write a bit under the drawing she had done before the two came. Y/N shows him the entry in her book as he couldn’t help the smile on his face when seeing her drawings from memory of the camp back at the quarry and the house they currently live in.

There will always be a place for me is what the written entry that followed the drawings.

The archer wrapped his arm around his kid’s shoulders feeling her instantly rest her head on his shoulder.

“Nice job kid”

[burningrhino]

Family Guy has had many character derailments over the past few years. Peter Griffin is designed to be the idiot husband that gets into wacky adventures with face that I wanted to poke. Now, he's arrogant asshole who hurts his friends and family, sometimes the worst ways possible. Intentionally shooting Quagmire in the arm and Joe in the EYE, behaving like an insufferable man-baby around Lois and making her cry and even injuring his children. Every once in a while Peter does horrendous things and people around him will be like "I've had it with your actions and blah blah blah!", they storm off and Peter makes this half-assed apology and camera slightly zooms in like that makes it okay. This happens so much that his apologies shouldn't work anymore.

You can tell this lady’s reputation has been demolished when she continues to put up with Peter’s childish behavior and couldn’t even tell the difference between her own daughter and a damn barrel. Isn't she suppose to be smart? Lois became incredibly weak and greedy at times and had these strange addictions that became a serious problem for her family. Keep in mind, she nearly drowned her BABY trying to make him grab her addiction pills from a toilet. Plus, she couldn't even tell Joe whose head is inches below hers is in front of her and she continues to deal with Peter after everything he's done to her. This kind of thing happens in some Simpsons episodes especially the later ones and I'll tell you right now, I didn't even like it there. Cartoon or not, Lois and Marge should know better at this point. Also, she burried Chris's imaginary girlfriend out of jealousy instead of doing the right thing and returning items that made said girlfriend to their rightful owners.

Glenn is a sick pervert who would hunt for anything with a vagina. Sometimes it's funny, other times he does this at the worst possible times. In later episodes, is it me, or does he just get pissed off over any little thing? My hate for Quagmire begins in this episode where Lois has to take Peter's to hang out with the guys for bowling but he got WAY to hostile, even though I thought the opposing team were friends of his. Does true friendship not exist in Quahog? His team wins a trophy and he STILL acts like a total dick. He even kicked a kids birthday cake. I also don't understand his sudden hatred for Brian. Joe I can understand, Brian did kiss his wife and I thought it was funny that he shot him, (I also think he's ten times easier to look at than Glen just so you know) but Quagmire's hate just seemed unnecessary. He's also a hypocrite saying that Brian would go out with his friends wife when he does everything in his power to do THE EXACT SAME THING and some of his insults and incredibly low blow; saying that Brian has three years left on planet Earth and that dogs are normally left tied to poles? That's animal racism and if you're gonna bash about Brian for his harsh actions, go right ahead, in fact, I stand by my word saying that Vinny is everything Brian use to be, but at least he gets punished for most of those and keep in mind, he has to deal with the likes of Peter who some people may argue is even worse. I do not know what the women in the show see in this creep. They're nuts.

Chris Griffin became a bit too pathetic and also a rotten brother. I didn't mind this change too much so he just gets flicked in the face. Also, notice how in the earlier images, Delfino had this vengeful look on his face, now he has this decision-making face

Now a lot of people may argue that Stewie's one of the only good characters left, but I couldn’t disagree more. Like with Peter, any time Stewie makes a dumb joke or talks to the audience, I feel the need to roll my eyes. Another thing that bugs me is that he became a cross-dressing homo and yeah I know I'm speaking as the guy who likes to take photos of men's butts but this still bugs the hell outta me and admittedly, this is a small thing, but I just don’t like his face. Oh, and Stewie: a three-year-old BOY GOT PREGNANT

[lanadeldixon]

It’s a Fine Line

Daryl x Fem reader

(Enemies to lovers)

Word count- 1.7k

Warnings- foreplay, nudity, swearing, slight angst, wishing death on someone?

Summary- Y/N and Daryl hate each other and everyone knows it but as they say it’s a fine line between love and hate…

Setting- early Alexandria days, around s5-s6

“Ugh you don’t get it, I hate him. Like I just hate him so so much” I stated head still reeling over his stupid comment.

“No you don’t” Rosita said with a smirk.

“I mean me, stupid, as if! I’m actually like super smart”

I remarked ignoring her comment.

“Ugh”

“Ohh, so you’re talking about Daryl?” Maggie said with a giggle, her hand laced in Glenn’s.

It was nice to see her smile, it had been a while since she’d finally been able to be happy again.

“Don’t get her started” Rosita let out with a sigh.

I shot her a sharp look, “Rosita! I thought we were friends!” I said in a jokey tone.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back her smile.

“So you still haven’t made up with him?” Glenn asked.

Before I could respond Maggie scoffed,

“Them make up? I love you Y/N but you’re so stubborn!” I opened my mouth to argue, “I know he’s very stubborn too! But one day you may need eachother, it’s best to make amends or at least try to understand eachother.” She said with a more stern, but still understanding look on her face.

I pursed my lips together in annoyance, thinking over what she said.

It is true, if one day I’m in danger and I need to rely on him can I truly trust him to help me? He hates me but even though I hate him too I would still fight for him if he needed me.

I blushed slightly at the thought of saving someone I felt such anger for, it was kinda hot…

“Earth to Y/N, you still with us?” Rosita mocked waving her hand over my face.

“Yes, sorry I was lost in thought.” I muttered avoiding her eyes, ashamed of my thoughts.

“I wonder who you possibly could’ve been thinking about?” Rosita continued sarcastically, smirk reappearing.

“Oh, are you dating someone Y/N?” Glenn questioned as the girls giggled.

I rolled my eyes, and shook my head in embarrassment.

“Fine I’ll go talk to the stupid, greasy archer.” I said in a childish tone.

I walked through the town quickly, head down, mind reeling.

I had just made it through the doorway when I heard him.

“Oi ya even listening to me dumbass?”

My head shot up in anger.

“For the last time I’m not dumb, if you even listened to me for once you’d find that I’m rather intelligent, besides at least I don’t look like I haven’t showered in 10 years.”

He snarled.

“Now I know ya stupid”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna call me stupid some more?!”

He angrily stomped towards me.

“Fuck ya!”

He said with a throw of his hand as he began to turn around.

“Fuck you? That’s it? Nothing else genius?” I said mockingly.

“What else should I say?? Yar a fucking bitch. I shoulda let ya ass get bit a long ass time ago.”

I paused for a second, I always knew he hated me but, I never knew he hated me that much, too the point where he wouldn’t even want me around anymore. I knew I egged him on but I guess I just wanted to hear something, anything, different…

I looked at him hurt, before averting my gaze.

It’s just us. We’ll always be like this. It shouldn’t hurt, but why does it?

“Fuck you too.” I said not being able to bring myself to look in his eyes.

I began to walk towards the closest exit, desperate to escape this anger?

No it feels worse than that.

I want to escape this pain…

I reached for the handle, before I could grasp it I felt a hand wrap around my arm.

“Don’t” the biker said in a gruff voice.

“Why do you care?” I said gaze fixed on the bottom of the door.

His silence was deafening.

“Let me go Daryl.”

I felt his hand falter slightly before it tightened.

“I can’t…”

“Why not? I thought you wanted me dead…”

I managed to release, struggling against the lump forming in the back of my throat. I could feel my eyes well up and I knew my hurt had surfaced enough to be seen.

If it was this painful then maybe Rosita was right…

“I didn’t mean tha’” he choked out.

“Then what did you mean Daryl? Why would you say it if you didn’t mean it?!” My voice quickened with my heart as I instinctively raised my voice.

“WHY DO YOU THINK Y/N?! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!” He practically screamed at me.

The shake of his hand radiated through my entire body.

Finally I worked up the courage to turn around. I was scared of what might happen next however at the same time it excited me.

Our eyes met.

“Tell me…” I let out in a whisper.

His gaze shifted uncomfortably.

“Please…” I muttered.

“I hate you…” he slurred in a hushed tone, his eyes shifting to my lips.

I stayed silent.

“But God why da ya have to be so damn hot?”

“Fuck you…”

“Ya can’t even lemme finish, fuck, ya so damn annoyin’ but I just, I can’t not think about ya.”

My eyes widened and my whole body began to heat up.

“Ya face it’s like engraved in ma mind, I can’t not think about ya, day and night. Where ever I am. Ya all that’s on ma mind. I hate ya... I wanna hate ya so so bad but…”

He paused looking deeply into my eyes, I felt naked under his close watch.

“I don’t think it’s hate anymore Y/N, I don’t know if it ever has been. It’s a fine line ya know?” He looked away in shame as he said it and I gulped loudly.

“I know.” I said sternly.

We were mere inches apart. I couldn’t tell whether we were about to argue or…

He leaned forward in one quick motion, stopping just shy of my lips.

He had a raw almost animalistic look in his eyes.

I would’ve been scared if I wasn’t desperate to know what his next move would be.

He breathed heavily before sighing and leaning his arm above me, his head nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

“Do ya have any idea what ya doin to me dumbass,”

I just looked at him with widened eyes and a parted mouth. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights.

I lifted my hands carefully and placed them on his back.

Much to my dismay he moved his head from its resting place.

But when his eyes met mine I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed for much longer.

I moved my head slightly forward and he followed my movements. As if in sync we mirrored one another’s actions until our lips were practically touching.

I could feel his warm breath hit my lips, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

My breath hitched as he searched my eyes, before his lips collided into mine.

His motions were rushed but clearly planned. The way his tongue explored my mouth, it couldn’t have been accidental.

His hands gripped onto my lower waist, tugging firmly at my trousers.

“Mhm” I pulled away for a second, and undid the buckle he was so clearly struggling with. When our eyes met again he had a look of gratitude mixed with hunger.

A grin overcame his face, “god I can’t wait to taste ya”

With that I met his lips, with a firm, meaningful kiss.

God he’s a good kisser.

He pulled off his waistcoat and began to lift his shirt so I followed. Throwing off my jacket and lifting my vest over my face before tossing it to the side.

His lips began to explore, making their way down to my neck.

And slowly to my chest he reached for the clasp of my bra but his efforts were futile.

“Fuck sake is this glued shut or somethin’?” He mumbled angrily.

A giggle escaped me as I grabbed his hand, guiding it.

He stood back for a second admiring his accomplishment.

With a nod he let out a soft hum, before gently kissing my breasts.

He held my waist tighter and pulled his head back,

“Ya ready for this princess,”

He said as me laid me down, looking at my body splayed on the floor in nothing but my panties.

I nodded and he smiled.

I began to admire his chest properly as he kneeled in-front of me and gripped his hands around my thighs before placing them on his shoulders and licking his lips.

He gently nipped at my thighs whilst his hand played with the hem of my lacy underwear.

“BAM!” The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house.

We unentangled ourselves and shot up startled.

We knew we were fucked.

“Carol’s going to love this, she’s been cooking like crazy lately,” I heard a familiar voice state.

Me and Daryl’s eyes met, it was obvious we were both struggling to think of a way to explain this.

The footsteps began to grow closer as we scrambled to grab our clothes.

He went to open the door but remembered the state we were in and instead decided against it.

“Fuck” he muttered.

My eyes shifted around the room until it landed on the closet.

I grabbed his wrist and rushed towards the door, managing to reach it just before the footsteps reached the kitchen.

“You’re joking!” I peered through a slit, noticing my suspicions were correct, Maggie and Rosita stood chatting in the kitchen.

“There’s no way, I mean they argue like cats and dogs!” Maggie exclaimed shocked.

My heart rate quickened realising whom they could be discussing…

“I’m telling you, she wants him bad!”

“No way, she was just saying earlier how much she hates him.”

My face met Daryl’s, he was already watching me, lust bubbling to the surface, daring to break through at any second.

My stance and gaze shifted as I realised just how uncomfortable this was, but to my surprise he lifted his hand and gently guided my face until once again our eyes were meeting.

“Oh come on, you’ve got be joking, it’s so obvious! I mean he wants her too, they just act like a couple of kids teasing each other because they have a crush.”

“I mean I guess, but I don’t know, it seems a lot like hatred to me.”

“That’s just because you’re not a part of it, trust me they’ll be ripping each others clothes in no time.”

Maggie laughed slightly before noticing something on the floor.

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

“Why is Daryl’s vest on the floor?…”

[theonlymadmanonmars]

Random Dndads Headcanons for all the main characters and as many side characters as I can think of!

Ron: Ron does not know what a Kiss is and thinks people are talking about the little chocolates. (Just like hugs he has been kissed he just doesn't know what tits called)

Dayrl: Daryl wears those "Free dad hugs" Shirts when he goes to pride with Grant. He always gets hugged multiple times and is just happy he looks approachable.

Henry: Henry gave Lark and Sparrow little Bear plushies to hold if they missed Him after the forgotten realms.

Glenn: Flirts with literally everyone but when he's around people he's interested in turns into a stuttering mess (IE Morgan)

Jodie: Has WILDLY inaccurate memories of his roll and the police force in general because none of the omega dads actually knew how the police force worked and couldn't be bothered to research it.

Walter: He does wheelies in his wheelchair to make Paden laugh.

Samantha: She adores amusement parks and always Drags Ron and Terry to them. They both just watch and eat Cotton Candy because they don't like the rides. This was incredibly awkward Before the forgotten realms but after became incredibly sweet bonding time for the family.

Carol: She once paid over four hundred dollars to an Internet scam Promising to get her signed posters from the cast of primer. What arrived in the mail was a picture of Scam likely doing a peace sign That was signed "Signed posters from the cast of Primer" with a little heart.

Mercedes: She does commissions for paintings and has drawn worse than the most freaky stuff you can imagine. This singlehandedly bought the house they live in.

Morgan: She has Tattoos of skulls and various bones (Teeth, Jagged broken bones, Ect) On her collar bone because she thought it was funny. Jodie wasn't a huge fan but Glenn LOVES them.

Erin O'Neil: She really liked all of the kids even if she didn't show it. Sparrow and Grant where he favorites. Also she likes metal music Glenn introduced her to it.

Scam Likely: Post season 1 he helped out with some doodler stuff and Continuously randomly Blasts clown music while the dads are fighting. He also called Jodie his boyfriend long before they started dating.

Mark Likely: The most flirty cunty bitch you'll ever meet. I have no proof I just know. She likes parties and her and Glenn get along so so well.

Autumn Oak: Does not like knitting. She just desperately needed to stab something and that's not super possible in Oakvale. She takes up Taekwondo in the human realm and loves it.

Paden: Regularly got into Brawls with Lark and Sparrow when left alone with them. Always lost.

Terry Jr (S1): The most Goth kid to ever goth. Another parallel to Scary and he was great at eyeliner.

Grant (S1): Was the only kid nervous to come out to His parents. Was incredibly surprised when both of them immediately and loudly supported him.

Lark (S1): Hates birds. He has a very one sided rivalry with Birds Especially Larks because there can only be one.

Sparrow (S1): Henry taught them acoustic guitar from a young age and they are really good at it.

Nick Close (S1): Started playing guitar hero To impress Glenn. It became one of their favorite games to play together.

Nicholas Foster (S1): Buys hard into copaganda. His favorite show growing up is Brooklyn 99.

Willy Stampler: His hatred of cats carries over into adulthood. Hes killed a few druids because they were wild shaped into cats.

Barry Oak: He loves to be physically above other people. he sits on Large flowers above people's heads so they have to look up at him.

Bill Close: When he's sober (rare) he really hates Barry and Willy. Because of this Barry does everything in his power to keep him drugged up and manipulatable.

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Scary: She and Link share clothes. She likes her Garfield T-shirts and sweatpants, Link likes Her Skirts and Old Sundresses. This is aided by Scary's magic because Neither of them fit each other's clothes.

Link: She has a Garfield Pillow that's twice her size. Scary is slightly jealous of it.

Normal: He made all of his friends matching teeny the teen figurines. Except Customized for the individuals. Scary's is Goth, Hermie's is Joker themed, Taylor's is in anime figure style, and Link's is a soccer player.

Taylor: Cosplayer! He cosplays! He cosplays any gender from any anime. He spends an ungodly amount of Cassandra's money on it but she's more than happy to accommodate.

Hermie: Can and Will perform every part of Holy Musical Batm@n! Normal is enthralled every time.

Terry Jr (S2): Does all the accounting and analytical stuff for daddies because he like reading and numbers.

Grant (S2): Firmly believes that he's not good enough for Marco and Link. So Marco texts him and calls him all the time with pictures of him and Link saying how much they love him.

Lark (S2): Has gotten scared by his own shadow multiple times and shoots it every time.

Sparrow (S2): Says I love you at the end of phone calls no matter who they're talking to. This has lead to many awkward conversations.

Nicky (S2): Has a cut here tattoo on his missing arm That Glenn did the day after it healed. It was the first thing to make Nicky smile after his arm got cut off.

Mae Hales: She doesn't actually do anything at the office but get coffee. Ron was the one that hired her and he called her Doug for years she never corrected him.

Veronica: She was goth at Scariest age. Her and Terry met at a concert.

Marco: He is the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. He's also an amazing cook. Which makes up for Grant being an awful cook.

Rebecca: She is a little delulu. She believes her family is perfectly healthy and they all get along and love each other.

Cassandra: A bad bitch with horrible taste in men. She has dated three other men after Nicky and before Willy. None of them ever met Taylor. He would've hurt them to the best of his ability.

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Trudy: Can obviously read and write but pretends not to be able to at home for her husband's sake.

Kelsey: Had an Italian student once and her teacher heart was very conflicted. Also she's really bad at baking but loves pie and spends way too much money on it.

Tony: Sells dating advice at his dealership for the teenagers. His advice is only ever vaguely sexual innuendos as he is the world's worst flirt.

Francis: Has the highest grades in his school despite being held back. He is an incredibly book smart kid and has the street smarts of a toddler.

BB: Her parents died in an alleyway like batman. Her one true goal as a detective is to find her parents killer. This is why they're never on screen and no one mentioned them when she got kidnapped.

Tyrus: He has a crush on Tony. Them threatening each other is a very poor attempt at flirting. Also in my mind He's a Blasian business owner in the fifties so like good for him.

Timmy: This child is trans. He's a trans dark academia kid in the 50's. None of these things are supported by his parents.

Kamonwan: She is very into Studying the World Wars. Especially the mass atrocities committed in America against Japanese citizens.

Sticky Rick: He is into show tunes. His all time favorite is Damn Yankees because it makes him feel like he's into sports. Which he is not.

Carly: When she has to double straw malts she pretends to be a walrus it's incredibly dorky and Francis loves it.

That's it because this post is way too long. Hope you enjoyed <3 (I couldn't tag everyone lol)

[peachycrime]

Locorro, with crumbs of SLK

@spicymiilk @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie

I think Spiders been in love for a long time, but made a vow to himself to never say anything, he’d rather die than jeopardize everything over his ‘stupid’ feelings

Lo’ak fell in love with Spiders smile, the one he makes when he’s surrounded by the things he loves, the sweet and kind one he passes to Kiri and Tuk, the one full of pride he flashes at Neteyam and the one full of groundbreaking love he sends towards Lo’ak, the one he thinks Lo’ak hasn’t noticed

Spider fell in love with Lo’ak’s eyes, cuz man does that boy have pretty eyes. He fell in love with their sage green color, the way the glowed like jewels in the dark, the way he stares and gives his undivided attention, the way he looks at him, eyes half-lidded full of love, the kind that he ignores out of feelings of self hatred

They’re little nerds together, very protective of each other too, you think you can talk down on the other in each others presence? have you lost it?

They go hunting together, ALL the time, it’s something they’re both good at and they love to brag back to the others about their latest catch

I imagine Spider scaring the shit out of Lo’ak and Kiri with his wiggly front tooth on some random morning. All of Kiri’s Tsakarem training kicked in she was ready to extract that thing. Spider and Lo’ak starting screaming and panic while she tried to get him to sit still. Admits the chaos Lo’ak head-butted Spider dead in the mouth and the tooth fell out.

It took a full hour for Spider to convince them that it was natural and that he was completely fine

Our boys definitely have a secret spot behind a waterfall, it’s a small bioluminescent cave and they have a bunch of stuff stashed there

They don’t really talk about each others insecurities to each other, Lo’ak feels like Spider has it worse and thinks his problems aren’t important. Spider just thinks he himself is unimportant and doesn’t wanna burden Lo’ak

I think that this is something they move past as they get older, they’re both so emotionally sensitive to eachother that they kind of have to learn to communicate.

They pull pranks together, all. the. time. The only people they don’t prank are the elders(mo’at) and Neytiri. Everyone else?? free game. They usually do it to get revenge on bullies or just to poke fun at others

Lo’ak is an amazing story teller, since Spider wasn’t generally allowed to be around during family nights and other such events, he’d make sure pay special attention on story nights so he could later on, retell them to Spider on nights whn Jake and Neytiri went on dates

I just imagine a little Spider, missing one of his front teeth, looking at Lo’ak with stars in his eyes while Lo’ak tells him about his dad meeting Neytiri for the first time

One time, the kids got in trouble and Spider wasn’t allowed to the village for a week, a week where there happened to be a festival celebrating the new season and the kids felt bad because Spider couldn’t come. What do they do? They steal some food, juice and costumes and make a plan. A plan to reenact the festival but with just them (Nete, Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk and Spider) as a surprise

So imagine the kids in their own corner of the forest, Tuk and Kiri dancing around in their best outfits and costumes on. Neteyam hitting those drums while Spider and Lo’ak just goofing around while singing their favorite clan songs in a mini choir. Core memory.

They make eachothers hair accessories. idc i don’t make the rules🤷��‍♀️

Kiri braids both of their hair (no dreads/locs for spider in this one)

They have a secret meeting spot behind a waterfall, they have a bunch of stuff in there actually, extra masks, hunting tools, 2 sleeping mats, a flash light and lots of paints/pigments. They’ve been painting the inside of the cave since they were 10, they add a little something each time they go. It’s a promise to eachother that even when the other is gone, one of them will have something to go back to. And when they’ve both left Eywa’eveng? Then that cave will be a way to immortalize their memories together, and their ever lasting connection.

Lo’ak told Payakan about Spider

In a fit of anger after finding out that Spider saved Quaritch, he told him that he should’ve never came back for him. That’s one of the two things Lo’ak regrets ever saying. The other one was telling Neteyam that he wasn’t his brother.

Spider was hysterical, like genuinely sobbing for Lo’ak to stop and listen to him, he needs to make sure that Lo’ak understands that it wasn’t betrayal. That he would pick them over that monster over and over again, and the he did choose them over him.

Lo’ak comes around, it doesn’t take as much as you would expect but he’s just so tired? He’s exhausted, all the running, losing Neteyam, the weight of everything is just too much. He needs his Spider by his side, but he doesn’t know what to do. So he goes to our beloved Kiri.

Kiri, that sweet sweet girl, she was the first one to know of course, after all, he’s her monkey boy. She’d already heard everything from Spider so she isn’t shocked when Lo’ak comes to her, she understands how he feels and just offers her twin the comfort he needs. She also puts things into perspective and tells her about the ‘son for a son’ moment

They reconcile, they’re weak, but the love is strong, after all, freaks stick together?

I’m all out

[houseofbrat]

Well, well, well...

Nothing convinces me more that there was a lot of pr strategy behind Kate's visit today than random tweets like this, by an American, pr-based "journalist."

Enough is enough. While I long ago muted @BaronessBruck, his or her posts occasionally pop up on my timeline given several accounts I follow. Given how X works, when you mute an account, until you opt to view it, you don’t know who is behind a covered tweet when someone you follow responds to it.  This person, whoever they are, is a Glenn Close-like Fatal Attraction character when it comes to attacking Prince William & his wife, Catherine, the Princess of Wales, on a seemingly daily basis.  After scanning BB’s timeline, OCD doesn’t even come close to capturing just now maniacally obsessive they are in their repetitive rants.  Far worse is their use of Hamas-like tactics. Their account heinously weaponizes anyone & everyone to attack William & Catherine and often that includes their three young children George, Charlotte & Louis. Particularly appalling to me personally is how frequently this account attacks cancer patients & their families to try and smear the Wales. Consider the tragic life of Liz Hatton, a teen-aged cancer victim, who before her death had brought heartfelt joy & determination to those around her & the U.K. as a whole through her photography and, in doing so, captured the heart of Catherine. 

Rather than embracing the heartwarming moment, Baroness Bruck instead, as is their custom, chose to viciously go on the attack — and slammed Catherine for exploiting a fellow cancer patient.  Never mind that both of Liz Hatton’s parents publicly defended Catherine and said nothing could have been further from the truth. Instead of accepting the word of those closest to Liz, Baroness Bruck chose instead to effectively attack her parents over what he or she perceives to be their PR naïveté. What kind of person does this even once? Indeed, what kind of person wakes up day after day essentially doing the same thing in 10 to 15 posts or replies no matter the occasion? Arguably, someone who is just as cold, callous and psychopathic as the average Hamas terrorist.  My ire here is particularly raw because of the harm this account inflicts on cancer patients and their families — and especially all too young cancer patients.  Right now, as I write this, a young boy whose family I know is in Germany fighting brain cancer. He is down to trying experimental DNA-based treatments as even though past treatments resulted in multiple remissions, they were, sadly, temporary.  BTW, he still has his hair. Most of the time he was able to continue playing sports, enjoy family outings & attend school — all the kinds of things Baroness Bruck has implied repeatedly shouldn’t have been possible with Catherine.  But now he can’t.

The cancer is winning and it’s beginning to debilitate him. He and his family need positivity & care, not Baroness Bruck and her ilk’s negativity and scorn.  Imagine all of the young cancer patients in the U.K. Then Imagine their positive reaction today to knowing that Catherine in becoming a patron of the Royal Marsden Hospital is championing their cause and is acknowledging that she sees them.  None of these cancer young patients or their families deserve to be used in a Hamas-like fashion as verbal human shields in Baroness Bruck’s war against William and Catherine. As an aside, I’ve notice that accounts appearing to be Russian & Chinese trolls & bots often respond to Baroness Bruck’s posts — and he or she in turn, wittingly or not, frequently RTs them.  Remember, Russia & China have a vested interest in delegitimizing the UK’s future head of state. Today is a day of celebration. Cancer lost. Catherine’s cancer is in remission. May it always be so. This is my last word on Baroness Bruck. He or she gets a rare block from me.

Well, well, well...

Looks Lee Thompson of the KP comms team called in a favor to get someone to call out Will & Kate's #1 "hater" account!

Didn't you learn, Lee, that you should never bring attention to things that you want kept hidden? It's the basic tenet of the Streisand effect.

I don't usually write about the Sussexes anymore because they're nobodies. They don't deserve my attention anymore, and I'm not going to make them into a bigger deal by blogging about them, unless there is something actually significant happening. They are nobodies, and they don't deserve all the attention they still get. They're not getting mine for free.

But to highlight an account that you do not like? Well, all you really do is bring more attention to it.

To his 9k followers.

I have a hard time believing an AMERICAN national "security" & "foreign policy" reporter really had nothing better to do in his free time than write a huge essay about a twitter account!

I'm sure there's nothing else important going on in the world right now that he could be spending his time on right now.

The American "journalist," who follows both Richard Eden and Richard Palmer and writes for UK publications, just suddenly felt inspired to bust out a 624-word essay (I counted!) about a twitter account that millions of people know nothing about.

Just because he felt like it.

Hours after Kate made international news about being "in remission."

Hey, Lee, since you obviously read here, are you still working on getting a new job lined up and out of KP? You know, before everything goes belly-up this spring?

Wouldn't want you to have your ass dragged in front of parliament later on this year. I'm sure you're too young to remember when one of Charles's private secretaries got hauled in front of parliament in the early 90s and questioned in public with the cameras on. It would be really great for your career if you have to go in front of parliament with all of the internet watching and explain certain bullshit!

Jean-Christophe Grey already checked out more than a year ago, but you've been there since 2022. Why should William's current private secretary have to testify when you're clearly deep in this shit?

But back to this AMERICAN "security & foreign policy" reporter.

As an aside, I’ve notice that accounts appearing to be Russian & Chinese trolls & bots often respond to Baroness Bruck’s posts — and he or she in turn, wittingly or not, frequently RTs them. 

Oh really? Gee, I thought The Will & Kate CULT lived in fear that BB was a Sussex Squaddie! Does the Sussex Squad know that Mark Toth thinks they're "Russian & Chinese trolls & bots"? What kind person will notify the Sussex Squad about this man's heinous allegations?

Hey, Mark, if you wanted to prove your essay was serious about "CANCER," then you should have stopped before you crapped out this comment:

Remember, Russia & China have a vested interest in delegitimizing the UK’s future head of state.

Russian & China might "delegitimize" William! Oh my!

Yeah, I see what you did there, Lee. Already prepping the media about how Will & Kate are destined to be viciously attacked but not over CANCER!

Too bad Mark Toth isn't aware of what the real reason William is about to be "delegitimized" in the eyes of the British public.

Too bad Mark Toth doesn't realize that there is literally no way that Russia & China could be responsible for that.

Too bad Mark Toth does not realize that William is 100,000% responsible for his soon-to-be "delegitimized" status.

And there is NO pr campaign from ANYWHERE that is going to solve Will & Kate's problems.

And if I was really interested in American "security & foreign policy" reporting, I clearly would not be following Mark Toth, who writes political pr. I'd be following someone like Ken Klippenstein who does actual reporting.

[mushrubes]

Underneath

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Part one | Part three

Requested : No

Song : The Beach - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff + angst

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends :)

Word count : 1.5k

Have a great day / night !!

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If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree

"Na." Daryl shrugged, turning away from you and giving Rick his attention. "Oh, come on! Really, Daryl?" you scoffed, face plaming at his words. "Look, we need as many people as we can get." Rick tried to reason, sending you an apologetic look about Drayl's reaction. The hunter was silent, turning away and continuing to clean his arrows. "Daryl, he needs more people." you repeated, siding with Rick. To be honest, you had been dying to get out of the town, wanting to do at least something.

"Not yer." he continued, turning to now face you, lifting his gaze up to meet yours. Although he had his usual stern and tough expression, you could see the mix of fear and concern both in the way he was looking at you and his reaction to Rick's news. You reached out, hand pressing softly to his bicep. He stayed still for a few seconds before moving his arm, grunting.

It was evident he was still uncertain about letting you help the group out on the run. "C'mon brother, meet me halfway." Rick pleaded, his hands on his hips as you tried to think of a possible solution. "Meet us halfway, Dixon. I'll come with you instead of Glenn's group, and help you." you suggested, seeing him immediately get less tense.

"Fine."

You make me feel little how you're looking at me

"What was yer thinkin'?" Daryl raised his voice, pacing back and forth as you sat in the chair. While you had been on the run, there happened to be more walkers than the four of you had anticipated, resulting in all of you having to rush out as Abraham came up with a quick resolution. When getting out of the building, you had been too concentrated on surviving and didn't realise the long, deep gash on your shin, the sprained ankle making it harder for you to walk. His leather jacket was currently tied across your leg in a makeshift bandage, as best as he could, trying to stop the bleeding even the smallest bit.

"Stop looking at me like that." you mumbled, his intense stare putting you off. You stared at the ground, legs dangling off the seat. He didn't mean this rant harshly - you knew that. He was concerned about you getting hurt, but the looks he gave you when this stuff happened, it made you feel small and weak. The fact you relied on him made you feel guilty, but this, on top of everything made it worse. "This is why I don't want yer out." he grumbled, missing the broken look on your face. "I can't jus' babysit yer every time!" he lectured, biting his tongue as he saw your eyes gloss slightly.

The door opened, footsteps getting closer before the person appeared. Carol walked in, tentatively looking between the pair of you as she could sense the tension. "Everything okay?" she cautiously questioned, walking over and sitting in the chair next to you. You hummed, the floor yet again being more interesting. She looked up at Daryl, giving him a look that read 'We'll talk about this later'. "Daryl was just leaving." you said simply, not giving him a glance. He didn't respond, opening his mouth but then closing it. He walked over, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head and sparing you a glance before walking out.

He was so complicated.

And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off

"Okay, what happened?" Carol asked, putting the tray into the oven as Daryl took a seat on the barstool opposite begrudgingly. "Had a go at 'em. It was a stupid thing to do." he shrugged, acting as if it were no big deal. She turned to face him, leaning against the side with her arms folded in her chest as she sighed at him. "Daryl." she warned, trying to help him calm down. She walked around, pulling the stool next to him out and sitting down. "You can't fool me." she whispered, brushing the hair out of his eyes and frowning as she saw his eyes get glossy.

"I was there." he groaned, holding his head in his hands as Carol's hand rested on his back, rubbing up and down comfortingly. "It wasn't your fault." she assured him, but he didn't believe it. He never did. No matter what happened or who it was, if something happened to anyone that he was with on a run or anything, he immediately felt guilty, like he had failed at protecting them. It hit even harder with you, swearing to himself to always keep you out of harm's way even if that meant putting himself at risk. Carol stood up, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"They'll pull through." she assured, getting up and leaving him with his thoughts.

First it just threw me off, now I'm just moving on

Sitting down in the chair, he placed the flowers Carol had asked him to bring on the bedside table. His knee bounced anxiously, taking in your peaceful figure. Luckily, the damage hadn't been too horrid. You had a few stitches on your leg and your ankle should be okay in a day or so. Eventually, you moved about, fidgeting in the bed and stretching which broke Daryl out of his stance. "Mornin'" he spoke, nervously waiting for your response. You froze for a second, soon smiling as you realised he was there. "Hey." you smiled weakly, turning to face him.

Silence swept over the room for a few minutes, the pair of you debating over what to say or do. Your hands had intertwined at some point, Daryl's grip slightly hard as if you were going to fade away otherwise. Your thumb rubbed up and down comfortingly as he snapped out of his thoughts again. "'m sorry." he mumbled, his voice cracking slightly as you chuckled. He was normally very stubborn, reluctant to apologise but by the way he was acting and the evident proof of the lack of rest he had gotten, you knew he felt bad.

"It's fine, Daryl. You were just looking out for me." you spoke, seeing him perk up slightly as he realised you knew how he felt despite him not having to say anything. "Did you get any rest last night?" you asked, frowning as your hand cupped his cheek, heating up slightly. "Na. Was worrin' bout yer. I should've got yer out." he grumbled, still accusing himself for the state you were in.

"Hey, it could've been worse." you lightly joked, moving over and tapping the side of the bed to signal for him to lay next to you. He didn't argue for once, complying with you and carefully lying down, not wanting to knock your leg. "It wasn't your fault." you whispered, caressing his cheek as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand. "Jus' want yer safe." he huffed, his eyes full of adoration.

"I'm always safe with you."

Fallin' again,  I need a pick-me-up

"Be safe." you pleaded, handing him his crossbow after he pulled his vest on. "Don' worry bout me. I'll be back later." he assured, kissing your temple before walking over to the other group, making you chuckle as he turned into his usual 'tough' self, threatening one of the other's as he made a comment about him. "What's going on with you two?" Rick asked, holding Judith in his arms as she played with some of his hair. You turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" you questioned, feeling yourself get flustered.

"Oh c'mon, everyone can see it." he huffed, smirking at you as Michonne walked out, humming in agreement. "Not wrong." she grinned before heading down the steps, greeting another person. "What about you two?" you huffed, trying to change the topic but he stopped you. "I asked first." he chuckled, handing Judith to Carl who walked back inside with her, probably going to feed her. "Nothing." you sighed, turning to where the group was, watching Daryl get onto his bike.

"That's a lie. I've known you forever and you've never looked at anyone like that." he argued, making you sigh as you knew he was right, not able to argue. "He doesn't feel the same Rick. Leave it." you grumbled, not wanting to dwell on the subject any more than you already did. The hope building inside of you, the head or cheek kisses Daryl gave you before he left you alone, the hugs and moments shared between you - it was platonic. There was no way he would feel the same as you did, you were so sure of it. "He doesn't treat us like he treats you. Not even Carol." he tried to assure, knowing it wouldn't be much help.

You were in love with your best friend, but there was no way he'd ever know it.

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Part one | Part three

[howlingday]

Howdy I just wanted to say that I hope you’re having an awesome day today.

And to ask for if raven was Jaune’s mom part 2

But seriously hope you’re having a wonderful day today you deserve it everyday

You know what, I appreciate that. Thus far, my day has been alright, and I hope it's better for you. As for your initial ask...

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Chapter 1

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"What the hell are you doing here, Raven?!"

Jaune stood next to his newly-discovered sister as she glared at their mother like she wanted her dead. Knowing Yang as he did, she probably does. Mom, on the other hand, kept her cool as she kept her eyes on her estranged daughter.

"Wait, Raven?" Ruby asked. "Like, Yang's mom, Raven? Like, ran out on Dad and left Yang with him, Raven?"

"Yeah..." Nick scratched his head. "Now'd be a good time to explain."

"...Hello, Yang." Raven said as she approached the group.

"Twelve years." Yang shook her head. "We don't see each other for twelve years, and THIS is how you greet me?"

"...Six months."

"Excuse me?"

"We last saw each other six months ago." Raven corrected. "Or, at least, I saw you six months ago. You were likely falling unconscious."

"Wh-What do you..?"

"Mountain Glenn. You and your team were on an expedition with Bart, then stumbled onto a White Fang plot."

"Wait, you were there?" Jaune asked.

"It was before the train crashed." Raven admitted.

"But why, though?" Yang repeated for Jaune. "You knew I was in trouble then, but not any other time, so why?"

"My semblance," Raven swallowed, "It's... it's somehow connected to your aura. The aura of everyone I bond with. And when that aura gets low enough, I get this feeling, and I-"

"That's not what I asked." Yang swiftly closed the gap and grabbed her mother by her shirt collar. "Why did you only come back during Mountain Glenn," tears filled Yang's eyes, "but not for any other time I needed a mother?!"

Raven was silent. She didn't answer. Could she give an answer? Regardless, it was Yang who responded to whatever Raven would have said.

Eyes glowing red, water filling around them as golden hair blinded everyone to Yang's fist colliding with Raven's cheek. The woman taking the blow didn't fight it, choosing to fall instead with the blow. Yang watched her roll into the dirt, Jaune and his father following close.

Suddenly, a horde of blonde girls came rushing out of the home, surrounding the dark-haired matriarch. They were protecting her. They were all protecting the woman who left Yang alone for all those years.

Everyone stared at her. Raven with defeated eyes, eyes so unlike the woman she vaguely remembered and heard so much about in her absence. Nick glancing concerned eyes to his wife and to his eighth daughter, though the latter was tinged by anger. And there was a myriad of emotions in the eyes of Jaune's, and technically Yang's, sisters, ranging from violent anger to bewildered fear. The looks from hers and Jaune's teams could do little worse than the sister's, though Ruby's was empowered by her delicate hands covering her mouth.

Jaune's reaction was the most shocking of all, though. Her newly learned of brother, Jaune, approached her swiftly and took hold of her. He mumbled something, then took her into him. With a few pats and rubs, his words became clearer.

"Are you okay?"

[frenziedslashers]

It's me (again) with another request for Ricky.

How would rick react to reader going on a run with someone he doesnt really trust yet? And they're gone longer than expected. How does he cope with the anxiety? How does he react when reader comes back with some injuries bc the other person was shitty and almost left them behind???

Safe and Sound;;

A/N: WOO, FINALLY HAVE AN EXCUSE TO USE THIS GIF LMAO hope you enjoy this homie!!

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Male!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Rick is a little unhinged, cursing, reader uses he/him pronouns

Rick couldn't believe it when Deanna told him.

"You did what?" He snapped, and the woman flinched. "They are all capable of making their own decisions, Rick. They asked for a job, and I sent them on a supply run that they all agreed to."

Rick was fuming. He couldn't believe that she had done this without going over it with the rest of the group. Glenn, Tara, Eugene, and Noah were all out there. Most importantly, you were with them. He cared for all his people, but everyone in the group knew he cared for you almost as much as he did his kids.

"You don't get to make that call for my people!" He snapped, pushing past the woman towards the gate. He was sick of listening to her and her bullshit. Claiming that her son and his friend would protect you all out there. How would they protect you when they hardly knew what was happening outside those walls? It was all one joke after another if you asked him.

He wasn't going to be doing his job for the rest of that day, either. Not until you were all back safe and sound. Truthfully, this decision made him want to get you all out of here fast. Who was to say they didn't send his people out because they were disposable? They were strangers after all. That very well could have been their plan when Eric and Aaron drug them here.

Hours went by and Rick was still anxiously pacing the streets. Michonne, Sasha, and even Maggie tried to talk to him. Get him to go and rest inside. Or at least drink some damn water, but he wasn't having it.

"He's out there alone," Rick snapped, and Maggie frowned. "Glenn is with him, Rick. So is Noah, Tara, and Eugene. They will keep him safe, and you know that." The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sorry," Maggie shook her head at her friends' apology. "I don't like this any more than you do, Rick. You just gotta trust them. They're our family, we know they can handle themselves." He nodded again, looking at Maggie with a smile. "Thank you," she nodded, handing the bottle of water to Rick before departing.

Another hour went by before you were home. The crew pretty beat up, and everyone was doing their best to hide that from Rick as he came stomping up to the door.

"Get out of my way," He sneered, and everyone did. These last few months had been harsh on him. It had been harsh on all of you, but he seemed to take it the worse. The longer out there in those woods, running camp to camp. The colder and meaner he got. You hardly even recognized him half the time.

"Rick," you called out, limping over to the man as he pushed through the crowd toward you. He embraced you in a hug that both of you needed. His grip was tight around you. One hand on your back, the other cradling the back of your head. Ricks eyes fell shut while he burried his face into the side of your head. Taking in your scent.

"Are you okay?" He asked when he felt you tremble in his grasp. He couldn't handle it when you cried, and hearing you just sniffle so close to his ear had him glaring at Deanna. His eyes narrowed, brows casting a shadow over his irises that made them dark as night.

His hand rubbed slowly at your back as he waited for you to calm down. He noticed that Tara and Noah weren't in the group. Aiden wasn't there, either. He hated to admit it, but he hoped that if he lost people. Then Deanna and the others at least lost one of their own. Even if it was her own son.

"Noah's gone," you muttered, and Rick kissed your temple. "If it weren't for Glenn and Eugene," you shuddered, "Nicholas would have left me back," you told him and noticed how every muscle in his body seemed to tense. You wanted to stop the man from raging out, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Why should you stop him when Nicholas was just going to leave you to die back there? If anything, maybe this would teach Nicholas a lesson.

Rick nodded, looking down at you with such soft eyes. Such a contrast to how he looked at Deanna and the others that he considered strangers. He planted a kiss on your forehead while he muttered a soft "I'm glad you're safe," before pulling back away from you.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Nicholas backed up the closer Rick got to him. Deanna went to interfere but Glenn pulled her away. A wise thing to do with the look Rick had in his eyes. He didn't care who got in his way, he was on a war path.

Nicholas shook his head while Rick continued to get closer. "He- He's lying!" He snapped, and Rick snarled. The older male shoved the younger one against the wall. "You wanna repeat that to me, asshole?" He barked, and Nicholas cowered. "I wasn't, I was going to go back, I swear! They left Aiden behind!" Rick could hear a sob rip from Deanna, but he didn't give a damn. This was on them, not you guys.

"Glenn," Rick snapped, and Glenn cleared his throat. "Aiden shot a walker that had a grenade on its belt. It blew up, Aiden got impaled, and Tara is in the infirmary with a bag gash to her head. She's unconscious. Nicholas didn't listen and..." Glenn looked down at his feet. His heart was in his throat, tears brimming his eyes before he reached up to wipe his face with a sigh. "Noah is dead too, we lost one of our own, not just Aiden." He spoke, and Rick nodded. That was all he needed to know.

The former sheriff seemed to calm down. His expression softened and Nic thought he was free of whatever the hell Rick was thinking of doing to him. His grip loosened on his jacket, too. Maybe he was being let out free of harm? That was the understatement of the year, though.

His calm demeanor was simply the calm before the storm. His grip was quick to tighten again with one hand. The other arm winded back before his fist collided with the side of the blonde's face.

"You idiot!" Rick shouted, punch after punch to the man's face. It wasn't until someone pulled him off that he stopped, but he wasn't done there. His elbow threw back. Spencer took a blow to the jaw from the Sheriff. Nicholas took this as a chance to land a few blows on Rick. Blood smearing over your lover's face.

You stepped in, finally. You let him give Nicholas what he deserved, but you knew if you didn't stop him he would kill the man and maybe even Spencer. No matter how much you and Glenn wanted him dead, you each knew that wasn't the right thing to do.

Glenn pushed Spencer and Nicholas back with Michonne who had run over to the scene. You grabbed Rick by the shoulders while pushing him back.

"Rick, look at me, you need to stop this," you started, but Rick was still out of it. All he saw was red and he wasn't about to let you stop him. "He got our people killed," he exclaimed, and you nodded in understanding. "I know, but killing him won't bring Noah back or fix Tara," you spoke sternly, and he huffed.

"You could have died," his voice was a lot frailer than before. It sounded like what you imagined a flickering candle flame would sound like. Fragile, small, one simple blow and it would disintegrate into the night air with a string of smoke following behind.

"Rick, I'm right here," you told him, holding the sides of his face. Forcing the man to look you in your eyes, which he did. "I can't lose you," he muttered with wild and worried eyes. He looked so torn and broken. He was so tired, he couldn't rest. Not even behind these walls did he feel safe. He felt like he had to be up every waking hour to watch you, Carl, Judith, and the others. Who's to say they don't end up like Terminus? Or that they aren't worse than those freaks? No one was safe to trust anymore. Not even these people.

"I'm not going anywhere, not right now." You told him, giving his lips a quick kiss. Which he tried with desperation to deepen. He needed you close. He needed to be sure that you were here, but you'd save that for later. Right now you all still had an issue to deal with, and of course, Deanna and the others had to go and ruin your moods again.

"Oh, so your little friend there is your only worry, but my son died and you don't care?" Deanna snapped, and Rick tried to peer over your shoulder to shoot a glare at the woman, but you were quick to redirect his gaze to you.

"We lost people too," Glenn snapped back, but that only seemed to feed the flames of the fire. "If you weren't such a dick maybe you could have gone with them instead of Aiden and me," Nicholas scoffed, and Rick let out a dry laugh. The man ripped from your grasp to look at the other. Your whole group was beginning to wonder if Nicholas had a death wish.

"Me?" Rick asked while pointing to himself and fluttering his lashes. He was approaching the man again, caked in his own blood along with some of Nicholas and Spencers. He looked absolutely insane. Your eyes went wide when you noticed him reach for the pistol stuffed into the back of his belt under his jacket. "Rick," you called out, but he didn't listen.

"You mean... Me?" He asked, waving the gun around, and everyone took a step back. "I would have preferred I went out there rather than you good for nothing sons-a-bitches," Rick started in. "I don't think any of ya really know what goes on outside those goddamn walls. You all think it's all flowers and friends and sunshine, well it ain't!" He yelled, and Nicholas was looking around at everyone for help.

"You all think we're the crazy ones, but we ain't. You guys are the ones living behind a lie! A lie that everything will go back to the way it was!" He screamed with a laugh that followed, and before he could say anything more, Michonne hit him over the head and you were there to catch him.

Everyone fell silent.

You looked up at Michonne and nodded, silently thanking her for stopping Rick. You all knew he was right, but he was getting stupid. None of you wanted to deal with the retaliation of his stupidity, either. Not tonight, anyways.

"I'll get him back to the house. Michonne?" You told everyone, then looked over to your friend. Non-directly asking her to help drag your unconscious boyfriend back to the house.

"Hope I didn't give him a concussion," she spoke under her breath as you both hauled him off. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. "He shouldn't have pulled a gun out." You stated, the both of you falling silent once more.

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When Rick did finally wake up he was alone in your shared bed. His eyes fluttered open while he tried to regain focus. The last thing he remembered was pointing the pistol at Nicholas, and then everything went dark.

"Carl, Jude," He called out, rushing into a sitting position on the bed. Scurrying out of the sheets as he remembered everything that happened. "Darlin'?" He called out when he heard hurried footsteps making their way down the hall to the bedroom door.

When the door opened his hands raced for the lamp on the nightstand. He only stopped his reach when he saw your figure in the door frame. Rick let out a breath he hadn't even noticed he was holding in.

"Sorry 'bout all that," he murmured, reaching up to run the back of his head. The man winced a little when he felt a particular sore spot. "Did someone...?" He went to speak, but you interrupted him as you came to sit next to him on the bed. Shutting the door behind you with a soft 'click.'

"Michonne hit you, you were being stupid," you sighed. He didn't say anything. He only nodded his head softly while dropping his hands to his lap. "I was gettin' a li'l dumb out there," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "Yeah, but we all understand why. We just wish you hadn't pulled that gun, Rick. You should have kept it hidden." You responded, and he had to admit. He was a little surprised. He expected you to tell him that he shouldn't have had the gun in the first place.

"I don' trust 'em." He told you, but you already knew that. Everyone knew that. Even the people of Alexandria knew that. "We know that, Rick. Known that since the barn, handsome," he leaned into your touch and your words when you reached up to run a hand through his hair. Kissing his shoulder before he leaned completely against you. He always felt like he was safe and sound with you. Like he was in another place, free from walkers, and bad people. With just you, the kids, and the rest of your little family.

"I was so scared I'd never see ya again," he murmured, and you shushed him. The both of you crawled onto the bed. Rick lying on top of you with a sigh. "Thought I'd never hear ya call me a dumbass again," he smiled and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. "I don't just call you a dumbass, I've called you smart, handsome, honey," you cooed, giving him a sweet kiss that he ate up like candy. He could never get enough of you, his smile wide.

"I know, I know, y'er sweeter to me than ya should be," he hummed before giving you another deep kiss. The man climbed further onto you, but you pushed his shoulders back. "Rick," you sighed, and he stared down at you with his concerned gaze. A soft and reassuring smile on your face while you reached up to stroke his cheek. "You smell."

Rick couldn't believe you, sneering while rolling his eyes. He couldn't hide the grin that broke onto his face, either. "Well, guess we better shower then," he hummed, leaning back in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"We?" You questioned, but he didn't give an answer. He only rolled off of you before grabbing your hand to drag you off the bed. "Rick!" You shouted, and he laughed. "Come on, Michonne hit me pretty hard, I shouldn' be standin' in that shower alone," he told you with a coy smile. His eyes danced with a mix of mischief and innocence. You couldn't say no to him, not now. Not ever.

"Fine, but just a shower. We have a meeting with Deanna," you told him, and he snickered. The man pulled you into the bathroom while shutting the door. Pressing you up against the sink with another kiss. "That's no fun, though," you shook your head, "Rick," you warned, but he could tell by your smile that he could get you to agree to a little more than a shower.

"Please?" He asked with a lip jutted out and those eyes that you just couldn't ever say no to. A sigh left your nostrils before you kissed his chin. "You're a pain in my ass, Rick Grimes." He knew he was, a soft litter of laughs leaving his and your own throat while you both got undressed. "Only yours, honey."

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What if Jacob did kill Esme in A Leech in the Rain?

Leech in the Rain by me and @therealvinelle

Interesting question.

Let's dive in.

The Immediate Aftermath

We'll say Jacob hasn't been grievously injured by Esme in the struggle. He's able to burn Esme's body and does his best to double back and cover the scent trail such that Edward won't notice Jacob and Esme having gone off alone together and only Jacob coming back.

This is likely... poorly done but Edward's a bad tracker so he might be bad enough that it works.

Edward returns and Esme's not there, Bella notes that neither she nor Jacob have seen her all day, they think she went out to hunt.

Edward accepts but becomes increasingly agitated by her absence. She could have been kidnapped by the Volturi as Charlie was. She might even have been murdered by them. They have no way of knowing where she is when she didn't take her phone.

Bella hints that Esme may have run off to them of her own free will as she's been acting mighty suspicious recently. That freaks Edward out and he goes on his search, what Bella didn't account for was that his search radius would be enough to find the remains of the pyre.

It's possible it was another vampire, but doubtful given the Cullens and their recruits are the only ones in the area. Odd though is that Edward isn't catching familiar scents. Something has been sprayed everywhere to try to cover the scents so he can't make out any of the Volturi or even Esme's scent very well.

Bella tells him this must have been the Volturi method but even Edward is confused as to why Aro wouldn't take credit. He's in such a state of grief, though, he doesn't think to question it.

Now his family is that much closer to breaking, Esme is gone and Carlisle will return to nothing. The Cullens can't be the Cullens again when one of their number is dead.

Edward enters a deep depression.

The Army Buildup

Now, Vlad and Stefan get a little more time than they did in the fic and things are going relatively well. In the fic, Esme's flight to Volterra immediately gave the information of where Vlad and Stefan were, the army they'd raised (which mostly being new vampires, Demetri couldn't track at the time), and Caius immediately launched an assault and wiped them out to a man (Vlad and Stefan barely escaping, and Bella, Edward, and Renee escaping for Jacob's funeral).

In fact, if they're careful, they can do quite well. They can avoid spies if they refuse to accept any more vampires/don't let them near the troops and purposefully keep themselves out of the way. This is somewhat easy as they're out of the recruiting phase and can have some of the vampires they created patrol the territory to catch anyone attempting to spy.

However, Aro will look at the uptick in violent death in any given area, and even as Vlad and Stefan have the troops spread out they won't be able to send them far enough safely enough (might run into another vampire) to spread the nubmers enough that Aro wouldn't notice.

Likely, what they do, is in order to distract Aro and make sure at least some of his power houess are out of Volterra in time they set Renee loose in some city. "You go buy your body lotion, Glenn Coco!"

They do this with several newborn vampires in several major cities across the United States.

While it blows their cover, as Aro will know they intend to move, Aro will either have to sacrifice a city and his secret or else divide his forces.

What they don't count on, of course, is Bella.

Bella Fucks Up Vlad and Stefan's Groove

The Renee plan is great, except it is Bella's mother, and while for a while it looks like Bella would be glad to be rid of the woman and is scheming to do it herself, then Vlad and Stefan send her off, bon voyage, and Bella freaks out.

They've sent her mother to be murdered by the Volturi.

"You'll save your daughter though," Vlad and Stefan point out, not realizing this makes it worse as Bella's turned on her daughter completely and it's Jacob that wants Renesmee back.

Bella refuses to go to Volterra until they save her mother and Vlad and Stefan (as in the fic) do not know if Bella can use her gift unconsciously (e.g. if they cut off her head and tote around her body, does she still work).

They end up having to kidnap Edward to get Bella to accompany them, as they're certain Bella will at least choose Edward (which she will) but what they don't count on is Bella's unbelievable ability to flip sides when convenient to her.

Bella goes along with it right up until they're at the gates (Bella having to be there as her radius doesn't extend quite far enough, at least she claims, to not be in the battle herself) at which point she drops the shield and offers her services as the enemy has kidnapped Edward and torn off his head. They uh can keep Renesmee and Carlisle, Bella hates them both.

Unfortunately for Bella, Aro doesn't trust her and has her executed.

The army is subsequently wiped out, Vlad and Stefan fleeing for their lives once again, and murdering Edward in a fit of rage in the aftermath.