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cole-winchester · 6 years ago

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“Why do you have blood on you?”

Prompt challenge for the lovely @spnhollis writing challenge!!

Tig x Reader

Triggers: possible trigger from a murder, but I’m sure all of you lovelies are cool with that since you follow SOA and Tiggy. ;)

Your hands shook violently as you paced the front hallway of your house. Wringing your hands together in an attempt to still them, you glanced up at the clock.

8:30

Tig should be coming home any minute.

You let out a shaky breath through clenched teeth as you continued your back and forth trek on the hardwood. Your mind was a wild blur of near hysteria. Just as you began to spiral out of control you heard Tig’s Harley pull in the driveway. Your steps halted and you spun, lunging for the door and yanking it open. The cool evening air nipped at your legs as you stumbled off the porch towards the driveway.

Tig looked up as he dismounted, the sudden movement catching him off guard. He looked quizzically as you came across the yard in nothing but a tank top and panties. His face turned cold as he strode quickly to meet you, placing his hands on your shoulders to stop you in front of him. His eyes glued to your tank top.

“Jesus, Y/N! What...Where are you hurt?!” His hands released your shoulders as he lifted the front of your tank, searching for wounds.

“It...It's not mine.” You whispered weakly, afraid to speak any louder.

Tig’s blue eyes bore into you as he took your head in his hands, his calloused palms warm against your cheeks. Seeing the panic in your gaze he took a breath and ducked to be level with you.

“Baby girl.” His voice was soft but firm. “Why do you have blood on you?”

And just like that, the small barrier your mind had put up to guard you against the previous events came crashing down. The floodgates opened and your body went numb. You dug your hands into Tig’s kutte as your knees threatened to give way. Your breaths came in gasps as shuddered sobs broke from your chest.

“He-He was i-in the house al-ready.” You stared at Tig’s chest as the memories played in front of your eyes. “He...I…” You forced yourself to take a deep breath as you began to quickly recount what happened.

You hummed lightly as you made your way down the hall into the bedroom. Tig should be home in about 20 minutes and you were planning to surprise him with a new lingerie set you’d picked up. You smiled to yourself as you picked up the black lace set and took it to the master bath, tossing your phone onto the bed as you passed. You were just about to enter the bathroom when a floorboard creaked behind you, halting you instantly.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as you slowly turned towards the noise. Just as you turned, a large mass moved from across the room directly towards you. Your heart stopped as you screamed. Instinct kicked in and you dove to the nightstand, desperate to get to the handgun.

But you weren’t fast enough.

The man grabbed you from behind, yanking you back as you kicked and screamed. He turned and threw you into the dresser, your head slamming into the dense wood. Dazed from the impact, you crumpled to the hardwood. The man tossed your phone onto the floor beside you, crushing loudly it beneath his boot.

“No calling lover boy now. Don’t want to spoil our fun do you?”

You raised yourself to your hands and knees, trying desperately to stop the room from spinning as you focused on the woodgrain beneath you.

That’s when you saw it.

The impact with the dresser caused some items to fall from the top of it.

One of the items being a pair of scissors you’d used earlier to cut the price tags off of the lingerie set.

You were about to reach for them when the man kicked your stomach, sending you onto your back. You cried out as he straddled you, pinning your arms above your head with one hand.

“Now, you be a good girl and this won’t hurt...much.” The man snickered above you as his free hand traveled under your tank top.

Fear and rage burned inside of you as the man continued to roam your body. Survival took over and you turned your head, sinking your teeth into the man’s forearm. The man howled in pain, his hand releasing your wrists and you twisted to the side. Your hand grasped around the scissors and in one swift motion you turned and jammed them into the center of the man’s chest. His eyes went wide, mouth agape as you yanked the shears from his body. Blood spurted out as he slumped down on top of you, his breath leaving his body in one final sputtered groan.

You stared up at the ceiling for several moments. Your mind reeling.

What did you just do…

You just killed a man!

You’re a murderer!

His blood is all over you!

Your heart rate quickened and your breathing came in deep gasps. You moved, shoving his body off of you and staggered to your feet. The scissors dropped from your fingertips and clattered to the floor as you stared at the man who’s life you just ended.

“I killed him, Tig. I killed him. I killed him.” Your voice grew to a hollow whine as you crumbled into Tig’s chest.

“Hey. Baby. Shh.” Tig wrapped his arms around you and glanced around at the neighborhood for prying eyes before pulling back from you. “Hey, sweetheart. Calm down. Just look at me,” He lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Everything is going to be alright. I promise.”

His reassuring gaze calmed you. He was right. He and the guys would be able to take care of this with no blowback on you...even though it was self-defense. You nodded and calmed your breathing.

“There’s my girl.” Tig smiled at you as he thumbed away your tears. “Alright, we’re going to go inside and get you cleaned up. I’m going to call the guys and then we’ll go stay at the clubhouse tonight. Okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered as Tig brought you close and kissed your forehead.

*****

Tig had taken you to the hallway bathroom and helped you clean up and get into some fresh clothes. He’d called the guys while he packed a bag for you, keeping you clear of the bedroom, not wanting to cause more shock than you’d already experienced. He’d led you out to the living room, sitting on the couch and motioning you to his lap. You eased down into his embrace, draping your legs across him and folding yourself into his chest. You tucked your head into his neck as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer as he nuzzled into your hair.

“You doing okay, baby?” His voice vibrating through your body steadied your nerves.

You nodded. “Better now. The shock is starting to wear off some.”

“That’s good. You’re gonna’ be alright, babe.” He gazed softly down at you as he gently rubbed circles on your back. “The guys’ll be here soon. Then I’ll get you outta here.”

You nodded against his chest, slowly breathing in his familiar scent of leather and whiskey mixed with gunpowder. Being in Tig’s arms was your safe haven. You always felt protected and calm whenever he held you. You closed your eyes as you felt your nervousness subside. The steady beat of his heart beneath you soon lulled you away, exhaustion wrapping you in its warm, dark blanket.

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mayansgirl613 · 4 years ago

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Rules: Bold whatever trope you like the most (or hate the least, if you’re not a huge fan of either) of the following pairs:

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kazosa · 5 years ago

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A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement - Part 9

Summary: All you wanted was to use your skills in automotive engineering and design to open your own custom car shop. When the rug gets yanked out from under you, one of your regular customers offers you a job that you just can’t resist. Will it stay a mutually beneficial arrangement, or will something unexpected bloom?

Pairing: AU Dean Winchester x Reader

Appearances by: Bobby, Donna, OC* Jack, OC Mom, Ryan, Donna

Chapter Synopsis: The aftermath of John's actions lands back on Dean's shoulders. The stress of the situation and Dean's sneaking around are taking their toll and they finally take a little break to go visit friends in Bemidji

Word count: 5173

Warnings: Bad language. Fluff. Anxiety triggers.

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By the time you caught up to Dean, he was at the airport, fuming. You could see the scowl on his face from 50 yards out. As you got closer to him, you were catching only a few words. You didn’t need to know what he was saying to know he was very angry. You leaned against the Impala door to wait for him.

“...where you are or what you think you’re going, get the hell back here!”

The anger he felt was so intense. What the hell gave his father the right to steal and from his own company?! Then he just flew off without repercussions?! He should have known this was how it would end. Dean knew it would, he just wished he had been wrong. A nearby 5 gallon bucket took the brunt of his anger as he kicked it as hard as he could, sending it sailing. He paced on the pavement a few moments longer before walking toward you and the Impala.

“How long?” was all you asked as you both got in the car. There were still a few police at the hangar as you were getting ready to leave.

“Before sunrise,” he sighed, knowing what you meant. The Impala came to life with the turn of his wrist, “How the hell did he catch wind? We were so careful. We made sure. No one talked.

“Someone had to have said something,” you hoped you hadn’t let something slip, but it was hard to tell. In the last few months, John had gotten more and more obstinate. Only small portions of the stolen cash had been returned, less than half. When the DA decided to prosecute, John’s assets had been seized, though, it had only happened the night before. “What did we miss?”

Somewhere in Kansas City, a small man bustled about his office collecting items to throw into a bag resting on the top of his desk. He stood in front of his bookcase, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the picture frames on the shelves. Pasty skin from too many nighttime stakeouts. Receding hairline, but still, mostly brown. Nose a little too big for his face and his thin lips only accentuated his nose and weak chin. He knew the ladies didn’t look at him. Maybe now things would change. He grabbed the only thing of real value in his office from the shelf and tossed it into the bag. The item made a soft ‘thud’ with a crinkle of paper.

The man sighed as he took one last look around his office. His fingers grasped the zipper of the bag. His gaze falling on the contents of the bag and he smiled. Rows and rows of Andrew Jackson’s looked up at him as he pulled the zipper closed. “Thank you, John,” he said into the quiet, “it was a pleasure doing business with you.” He left his office for the last time, got into his old Camry and left, to anywhere but Kansas City. Maybe he would go somewhere with a beach… He pointed his car to the southeast, hoping to never set foot in Kansas again.

Dean argued with you about eating dinner in the kitchen. He said it was for the convenience of clean up and access to the enormous refrigerator. Since he no longer had the usual options of his favorite takeout establishments, he’d finally begun cooking on his own and had become quite the chef. That night’s meal was a truly spectacular bacon cheeseburger and he’d baked some frozen french fries. However, you’d argued for the War Room table to chow down. Your only points were that it was cool and it lit up. Finding no fault in your argument, you sat at the War Room table, enjoying your delicious meal and talking.

“Bobby getting on your nerves, yet?” he asked between bites. “He can be aggressive.”

“Oh...I don’t think so,” you answered. “I find him very charming.” Bobby did have a rigid sense of procedure, you just needed to learn his way before you could improve them or try anything different.

“Huh. He used to be on my ass from sun up to sun down,” Dean frowned at his fries.

“Such a nice ass, though.”

“Damn right,” he winked at you.

“What do you think he’s doing?” you asked.

John and his whereabouts had been weighing on both of your minds, whether you talked about it or not.

Dean was able to follow your jumps in topics, “Probably on an island, drinking some fruity drink with a stupid umbrella in it.” He continued eating.

“So, is that it? Are we just going to let him get away with it?” you wanted to know.

“Yup.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he scowled, “he is still my dad, alright? Excuse me if I’m not comfortable hunting down my dad and dragging him through the dirt.”

You hadn’t meant to push too hard. Dean hadn’t wanted to get vicious with his dad from the beginning, but with him running, it had changed things. It also didn’t make sense that he would be okay with his dad potentially being arrested and serving time, only to let him get away with it now.

“What aren’t you saying?” you wanted to know. Dean never gave up so quickly unless he had something else in mind.

“Remember how Sammy was shopping around the business?”

You nodded.

“We called up the most interested one to see how they felt about it now,” he explained.

“And?!”

“They still want to buy,” he took a swig of his beer. Dean’s expression hadn’t changed.

“Why aren’t you happy? Do you not want to sell? What about your dream?” you asked.

“My dream is to be part of something I can be proud of. Doing this to my dad doesn’t make me proud,” he answered. “When I left the last time, I gave it up and now that I’m back running it, it doesn’t feel right. There’s a lot of people without jobs now. Families without a provider. Say all you want, but my dad took care of his people. No. If I get to have a brewery, it’s going to be on my terms and no dark clouds hanging over us. I want the dream, just not like this. There has to be another way.”

You were seeing your future slipping away. You’d spent the last two months working with Bobby. Was that all for nothing? Dean sat across from you looking as serious as a heart attack. You wanted to be with him, that was unquestionable. You just wondered if he knew he was selling your dream with the brewery.

He both loved and hated that he could see every thought and emotion cross her face. She either wouldn’t or couldn’t hide anything from him. Not for the first time, he regretted bringing her into his too often chaotic life.

“Nothing will touch you,” his voice was soft. She was the most important person in his life and he was going to do everything possible to make her happy and safe. “I promise. The dealership isn’t tied to the brewery. The Family Business is a… I don’t know what you call it, an Umbrella Academy.”

“Company,” you said more to yourself than him.

“You will have everything I promised you, I promise,” he said, reaching to take your hand.

Somehow, just feeling the warm strength of his hand in yours made you feel a little better.

“I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, but we’ll get through it and we can go on that vacation you keep talkin’ about, okay?”

You needed to take a few deep breaths. It would be okay. Nothing had stopped you before, nothing was going to stop you now. Steeling yourself, you nodded. There were worse things in the world than slightly unstable employment.

“Okay, I’m with you, whatever happens. I’ve got your back,” your voice wavered, the worry evident in your voice.

He got up from his spot at the table and pulled you up with him. His arms grasping you into his comforting embrace. One arm squeezed around your shoulders, the other had rubbing your back.

“What do you say we go to Minnesota next weekend, have some fun with Donna and Ryan?” he suggested.

He could have said ‘polar plunge’ and you would have agreed. You and he both needed to get away and have a little reset on everything. Just the thought of nothing to do whatsoever had you feeling better about things. It didn’t hurt that the man you loved, and who loved you back, showed you as often as possible.

“That sounds great,” you agreed. “Then Jack can take Harry for a while and we can catch up. I haven’t heard from them in ages, all of them, actually.” It had been maybe three weeks since you’d last talked to Ryan and even longer for Donna and Jack. You didn’t even know what was happening with them…

Dean smiled a little as he looked down at you, “Can’t wait.”

As promised, a week later, you and Dean were on your way to Bemidji. It was the first week of November and the air had finally turned toward more crisp temperatures. Somewhat surprisingly, Dean was letting you drive his precious car. He’d actually asked you to drive. What wasn’t surprising was that Dean was constantly on his phone texting.

“Who are you texting so much?” you needed to know. It had been bugging you for weeks. Whomever it was, he kept his answers to your questions short and sweet with ‘work’ or ‘some jackhole wanting something.’

Dean pushed the button to make the screen go black. “Jack,” was all he said.

“Jack? What did he want?” you didn’t care if you sounded annoyed. Jack was your best buddy, not Dean’s. What the hell? You would let Jack have a piece of your mind if he ever answered your calls or texts, the big jerk.

“I was telling him we were coming up for a visit and thought we could get together, so I’ve been planning a little party,” he explained.

“Oh, for the get together?”

“Yeah,” he was still being vague.

You gave him some hard side-eye.

“Since when are you two besties?” you asked.

“Me ‘n Jack? We’re cool,” he played it off. It was too soon to give up the surprise. “We’re not not friends. He’s cool. We talk.”

“About what, exactly?” you were so suspicious. As far as you knew, Jack and Dean only talked when you needed him to watch Harry.

“You, mostly, and how crazy you are,” he braced himself on the swing he saw coming. With a chuckle, he went on, “Donna dumped him.”

“What? She did?!”

“Yeah. She didn’t tell you?”

“No.”

Donna had been dodging your calls and texting you excuses. It had been more than a little upsetting. Donna had been your friend for far too long to be ghosting you the way she was. At least, it made a little more sense with the news Dean dropped on you.

“Is Jack okay with that?” you had a slight worry for him. Jack was 100% kind of guy. He was either all-in or didn’t give a shit and, you’d hoped, just a little, that maybe Donna would be the all-in.

Dean had accepted long ago that Jack would be in (Y|N)’s life just because of who she was and she would always care about him. Jack was part of her family like Ryan and Donna...but not Chuck, screw that guy.

“I doubt he’s crying in his pillow, sweetheart, if that’s what you’re getting at. We’re also not that kind of friends,” he grinned.

He couldn’t wait for the weekend. It had been driving him crazy to keep the secret for so long. Dean knew it was getting to her, that was obvious, so he’d been making sure to give her attention when she needed it. The last thing he wanted was to blow it and ruin everything. He only had to be careful a little longer.

You were back in Dean’s apartment in Bemidji for only a night and Dean had been acting strange. Stranger than usual. You’d gotten used to him ignoring his phone after seven. You barely noticed his cryptic answers to your questions and how he would leave the room if he did take a call. At first, it made you worry. Dean was quite the catch. Smart, handsome, funny, and with the Family Business, valuable… If he was messing around, he was doing a damned good job of hiding it. Other than the phone calls and texts, nothing unusual. No lipstick on the collar. No perfumes. No loss of affections… He wasn’t cheating, you were almost certain, but he was hiding something.

That morning, you noticed he seemed nervous and commented as much to him.

“What? Me? Nervous? No way!” he scoffed, “I’m cool as a cucumber.”

He definitely was not. You watched as he paced the floor, his arms making big swings as he unclenched his fists and clapped his hands out in front of him.

“Oh really?” you asked, “Cuz you look so wound up that a loud fart might set you off.”

He didn’t even smirk.

“Hey. Let’s go do something this afternoon,” he said. When he saw you perk up, he continued, “We should go somewhere nice.”

“Like...how nice? Dress pants nice or ball gown nice?”

Dean shrugged, “Somewhere in the middle?”

Your mind immediately went to the pale blue, knee-length dress you bought over summer. With all that happened with John, the move, and learning from Bobby, you hadn’t gotten a chance to try it out.

“...okay,” you answered, still wary of his odd behavior.

With a quick nod, Dean said, “Cool,” then immediately left without another word or look in your direction.

A few hours later, Dean text you the time he would come to pick you up. While you were at the apartment, you tried to do a little work and attempted calls to your friends. They were all busy. If they answered, they seemed excited you were in town, but no one could talk. Even Jack dodged you. It would have been nice to talk to someone about how strange your fiance was acting. Focusing on work was almost impossible.

After a while, you were finally able to set the feelings aside and get into the work groove and work until your alarm sounded telling you to get ready. When you were done getting ready for your day date with Dean, you felt a little like Cinderella. Your dress fit a little tighter than you remembered, but you had been stress eating and attributed the tightness to the eclairs and peanut butter cups. The short sleeves went to just above your elbow. Unsure of what shoes to choose for this mystery date, you decided on black flats since the weather was still nice. With only your hair left to do, you looked at the unruly mess that you’d dealt with all your life. Opening the drawer to your left, you dug in the contents until you found a hair tie with shiny beads. Setting it aside, you ran a brush through your hair until it didn’t snag, then put your hair up in a simple ponytail. Calling it good, you text Dean you were ready and started down to the front door.

Dean had been with her most of the morning. She already had a lot done. Mostly, she just needed help setting up. She and Christina had moved a lot of the smaller items out of the great room, but Dean was needed for the larger pieces. Once the room was open, the decorating could begin.

The first time Dean called Ryan, he’d called her on (Y|N)’s phone. When she’d asked, “What the hell?”, he’d responded with, “I wanted to make sure you’d answer” and quickly had her call him back on his phone. After he’d laid out his idea for her, she wasn’t super excited to jump onboard with him. It was only when he called her back to say he couldn’t find a place that meant something to (Y|N) and him that she finally agreed to help and offered her home for the “get together,” as they’d begun to call it.

Surprisingly… or maybe not surprising, Dean knew what he wanted for the “get together” and was very helpful with decisions and choosing the appropriate items. Ryan was impressed with how well he knew her best friend and would have made the same choices.

You descended the stairs anticipating what plans Dean had for you for the day. For a fleeting moment, it had crossed your mind that maybe you’d been duped the entire time. Pushing the door open, the sight of your gorgeous fiance laid all question to rest, for the moment, at least.

He was just getting out of his car when you saw him. Whatever it was he’d been doing that morning, he’d come back wearing your favorite blue suit. For some reason, he always kept a suit in the trunk with a “go bag.” You supposed it made sense with all of the traveling he’d had to do.

When he saw you, he was just closing the car door. Dean stopped and flashed his bright smile at you and leaned back against the car, his hands in the pockets of his wool overcoat. You went directly to him, resting your hands on his chest, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. His mouth smiled against yours and you could feel a chuckle rising up in his chest. Enjoying his always radiating heat, you moved your arms around him, inside his jacket.

Dean put the open ends of his coat around you, his arms holding you close. You loved him and how he made you feel loved in return, just by touching.

“Do you ever wear a coat?” he asked. His mouth was just above your ear.

“If I did, I wouldn’t be able to do this,” you answered.

“C’mon,” he gently pushed you away, then shrugged off his jacket. He held up his coat so you could put it on. Walking you to the passenger side, he opened the car door for you to get in.

He just needed to make it to Ryan’s house, then all of the sneaking around could be over. Dean could keep a secret, but he didn’t like having to do it. It was hard. And he hated hiding it from her, especially since she knew everything else that mattered to him.

Quickly, he got in on his side and the were on the way.

“Where’ve you been all morning and what’s with the suit?” you asked.

“Oh, ...we’re just gonna...jump right into it?” he made a small punching movement.

“Yeah,” you tried to keep your tone playful, “I mean, I’ve been patient. I haven’t nagged you about whatever it is you’ve been hiding from me for months. The texts, the calls, the cryptic answers to my simple questions… You left in your usual at-home clothes and now you’re in a suit. What gives?”

“It’s a surprise,” he shrugged. He wasn’t close enough yet.

You gave Dean a hint of side-eye, “Do you remember our agreement?”

“The one where we help each other and get everything we ever wanted?” he raised his brows at you in question.

You couldn’t be mad at him even if you tried. He did everything he could to make you happy and keep you that way. Usually you saw eye-to-eye on almost everything and rarely argued. If you did argue, it was almost always over food, TV, or movies. Even then, one of you would acquiesce before it got too heated.

“I meant the part where we don’t lie to each other,” you said softly.

It was Dean’s turn to you a look.

“If I told you what I was planning, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he said. “The surprise,” he continued, drawing out his explanation, “was really hard to keep. Everyone is in on it. All the texts and phone calls? It was all of our friends and family helping me get this ready.”

Dean made the 2nd to last turn to Ryan’s house. It was then that you noticed you were following a line of cars and how unusual it was to see out in the country around Ryan’s house.

“Are all of these people going to the get together?” you were at a loss.

Dean nodded, “This year has been insane. And I know we’ve been through a lot...of shit,” he paused for emphasis, “If we can get through all of that and still want to get married, I call that a win.” He took the turn up Ryan’s long driveway.

“All the sneaking was for this?”

He nodded again and parked the car by the front door, just as planned, and got out to open (Y|N)’s door. Dean swung the door wide and held out his hand to help you out of the car.

“So, will you?” he’d really thrown her. His heart was beating in his throat waiting for her to answer, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you said as you got out of his car.

You were utterly confused as he held your hand. Everyone already knew you were engaged, what was the get together for? He had an odd expression on his face as you walked, side by side with him to the door. He seemed nervous, scared, and excited all at the same time.

“Today okay with you?” he asked, walking you to the door.

You sputtered, “It seems like a nice day…” You looked up at the bright fall sky, remarkably clear and blue. “Okay for what?”

Dean waited patiently as your brain caught up to his. You hadn’t even noticed that you were already inside Ryan and Christina’s formal entry. When you looked around, your first thought was, “What the hell kind of party looks like a wedding?”

There were flowers everywhere. All of your favorite kinds seemed to be sitting on every available surface. Soft music was playing over the household sound system… your favorite band. It was one you’d discovered with Dean and you couldn’t get enough. It finally hit you and the shock must have registered on your face.

“You okay? You look like you’re gonna yack,” he observed, “no yacking.”

“Whu...whu... what about my mom… and… and Bobby and Sam?” you were having a hard time forming a coherent thought.

“Typical. Always forgettin’ ‘bout the ol’ man,” Jack had appeared.

“She remembered me, at least,” your mom elbowed Jack. “Dean. Jack. Give us a minute.”

Dean nodded, “I’ll just… be the one down front.”

“Not if I get there first,” Jack teased as they left. You lost track of Dean as he disappeared into the crowd of all your friends and family. Jack hadn’t gone far, but he went far enough for you and your mom to talk privately.

“Dean did it all,” she began. “He mentioned his idea when you guys came to my house last Christmas.”

“And you’re okay with it?” you couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Honey, that boy loves you like Jack never did. He tried so hard to make this day perfect for you...if you’re looking for my blessing… you have it,” your mom reassured you. “He obviously makes you happy and anyone can see that you love him, too.”

Ryan had, somehow, snuck up on you.

“Hey, lady, we doing this?” she asked. “We can change this to the best, no-special-reason party ever.”

“Did you do all of this?”

Ryan scoffed in mock indignation, “Please. Do you really think Impala Guy could pull this spectacular wedding off without me? Come on.”

Ryan searched your face for some kind of answer and since none came from your mouth, “(Y|N), I know it’s a lot, but Dean is the guy. You knew almost right away. No one ever came close to the way Dean loves you. He helped me pick out all of this and stressed over the little things. The meathead,” she nodded in Jack’s direction, “couldn’t even be bothered to give a shit about you enough to do this. Dean is going to love you and take care of you and be with you every step of the way.”

Your eyes flashed to Jack.

“He knows what he did,” Ryan reminded. “Are you in love with Dean?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Do you want to be with anyone else?”

“No,” you shook your head.

“Good,” Ryan handed you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, “what better day than today? You look fabulous, by they way. I dig the hair tie.”

Your hands went to your hair.

“No, leave it,” Ryan said, “it’s good.” She motioned Jack to come over.

“It was you Dean was texting?” you said to Ryan.

“Of course, it was me. Don’t be dumb,” she passed it off. “He’s a smitten kitten. You’d think you hung the moon…” Ryan rolled her eyes. The two of you had a long enough history for her to know all of your dirty little secrets.

“The lass has that affect on us fellas,” Jack oozed charm. Sticking out his elbow to you, he said, “Shall we? The laddie’s damn near pissin’ himself by now.”

“You were in on this, too?” you asked.

“Aye. Told ya, you need anything… Figured I outghta be the one to give ye away,” he answered.

You had deep affection for Jack and you hoped the look you gave him said that. You looked around and didn’t spot your blonde, spitfire of a friend, “Is Donna here?”

Jack slightly stiffened his posture. “Suspect she is. Can ye nae feel the chill?” he whispered.

Leave it to Jack to try to lighten the mood. You snickered and gave him a small nudge.

“Maybe it’s comin’ from yer ma,” he joked more. “Jaysus, the look she gave me would turn a lesser man ta stone.”

At that remark, you let out a loud ‘ha!” drawing the attention of curious guests.

“I’m no scairt of much, but yer ma?” he did a full body shiver, “Woman scare the shite out o’ me.”

“Never look directly at Medusa,” you were giggling.

“Never have. It’s how I’ve lived so long,” he was chuckling with you.

After Ryan told you and Jack to get your shit together so she could queue the music, you and he shook off your giggles and settled yourselves. Ryan rolled her eyes again and you recognized the opening strains of Bryan Adams’ “Heaven” beginning to play.

Jack put his hand over yours and looked down at you. His expression silently asking you, “Ready?” When you nodded, he smiled and began walking you down the aisle and the future he knew Dean would give you.

You were glad Jack was there. His pace was the only thing keeping you from running forward to Dean. He’d just stopped forward and his eyes locked with yours. You didn’t even see Donna, Jess, Sam, or Bobby… only Dean. No worries. No fears. Only the excitement one feels knowing they are walking to their destiny. Coming to a stop next to Dean, you snapped out of your dreamy daze at the sound of Bobby’s voice.

“Darlin’, I never thought I’d see this day.”

His smile warmed you and you realized it was the first time you’d seen him without a hat. He looked so handsome.

“Oh, Bobby, you got dressed up,” you sighed.

“Still can’t believe this idjit’s getting married,” he tipped his head toward Dean, “Thought I’d better mark the occasion.”

In a quick moment, Jack kissed your temple and left you with Dean. From the time you walked in Ryan’s house, you felt like you were on a runaway rollercoaster. When Jack put your hand in Dean’s, you were no longer terrified of running off the rails. You were where you were supposed to be and time finally seemed to slow down enough to where you could concentrate on what was happening. You couldn’t have wished for anything more than what was right next to you.

You looked over at Dean. He must have felt the exact same as you. Scared and excited at the same time. You’d never thought you’d be so happy and ready to get married and now, it was all you wanted. He squeezed your hand and you smiled at him.

“Whatdya say we get this show on the road?” Bobby whispered to you both.

Your eyes were locked with Dean’s, “I am so ready.”

If I could make a wish

I think I'd pass

Can't think of anything I need

No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound

Nothing to eat, no books to read

Making love with you

Has left me peaceful warm and tired

What more could I ask

There's nothing left to be desired

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak

So sleep, silent angel go to sleep

Epilogue:

Ryan had managed to catch a moment with Donna while the new bride and groom were getting ready to leave the shindig. Donna, of course, had made the cake and brought her famous donuts. The two best friends of the bride each had a donut and were watching from the front door as they were getting into Dean’s Impala.

“Welp, I guess we don’t haaaafta kill him,” Donna mused.

Ryan looked at how (Y|N) and Dean were both beaming, “Yeah, not unless he’s a monster.”

“Oh yeah, then we’re doin’ it. I got a wood chipper,” Donna added.

“I know a guy with a hog farm,” Ryan offered.

The two ladies looked at each other and cheers’d with donuts.

The wedding had been a flurry of activity and partying that had left the day a blur except for the feeling of finally being Mrs. Dean Winchester. Dean wasn’t done with his surprise, though. The next afternoon, when you’d both recovered from the day before, he slipped you two tickets to paradise. He actually got on an airplane with you and went to your dream vacation location, the Maldives. Clothing, of course, was optional. Two whole weeks in the topics in November couldn’t have been more perfect. Leaving the islands was tough but it had been the much needed break you both had needed so badly.

The sale of the brewery began. When it was all said and done, it would take over a year to complete and you and Dean would be free of that ball and chain. Dean stayed busy with running the brewery in the meantime, but he still took time on weekends to look for places to begin his brewery.

What neither of you had expected, or planned, was another little surprise that came along in May… and you named her Nova Grace Winchester.

#a mutually beneficial arrangement #au dean x you #au dean winchester x reader #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester x you #spn fan fiction #dean x you #dean x reader

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h-o-l-l-i · 6 years ago

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I never post anything personal on here but I’ve just had a really good day; physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

Thought I’d share this because *says sarcastically* you all care!

#spnhollis #selfie #PSU #nittanylions #good day

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negans-lucille-tblr · 6 years ago

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You’re beautiful and I love you. Just thought you should know that. 😘💕

Baaaaaaabe! I'm actually a little emotional right now. You're the cutest 😘😘😘😘

#The cutest #Spnhollis #Love ya

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 5 years ago

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This Hurts Like Hell

Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty- One || Chapter Twenty-Two || Chapter Twenty-Three || Chapter Twenty-Four || Chapter Twenty-Five || Chapter Twenty-Six || Chapter Twenty-Seven || Chapter Twenty-Eight ||

Tags: @sourwolf-sterek32 @spnhollis @starrynite7114 @loneranger-blog @fornevereveryours

A/N: I am sorry I haven’t updated in over a month, I am the worst.

Angel’s POV

“Templo” Bishop growls as he climbs onto his bike and backs out of Charlie’s driveway, gritting my teeth I throw one last look back at Charlie’s and say a silent prayer for her as I follow Bishop back to the clubhouse.

Pulling into the lot Bishop flags all of the boys and nods to the clubhouse, letting out a deep whistle Tranq cuts the music, “alright everybody out” Tranq’s his voice booms across the lot a few groans appear but the look on his face clear the lot quickly.

“Templo now” Bishop says storming inside.

We all start to follow Bishop, Coco cocking his eyebrow at me as we walk inside.

“Don’t fucking ask” I mutter.

Taking our seats around the table Bishop calls Templo to order.

“We have a problem” he starts lighting up a cigarette before continuing. “Hijas De Muerte is in town”

“We’ve never had a problem with them before” Taza cuts in.

“no we haven’t” Bishop replies “however things are slightly more complicated and none of this leaves this room” he says pointedly looking around the table “Not even to Alvarez” pausing he waits for us all to nod “their President was shot tonight and her injuries were quite bad. She is currently in Charlie's spare bedroom” the tension in the room grows thick as all eyes turn to me. “How or why she ended up at Charlie’s we are not entirely sure of” Bishop says looking pointedly at me, “but what do know is Miguel suspects that Hijas De Muerte are responsible for partnering with the Irish and stealing his guns and drugs”

“Shit” Riz says.

“Yeah, Bishop says stubbing out his cigarette “and after this morning's meeting this doesn’t look good for Charlie. So Angel, what do you think?” Bishop asks leaning back in his chair.

All eyes turned to me I can feel Coco’s eyes growing wide burning into me as he lights up a cigarette, his draws long.

“look I had no idea about any of this, everything that happened today was the first time I was hearing about it” I say fiddling with my cigarette taking a deep sigh “The Charlie I know would never be involved in any of this shit, or pull the gun on me like she did tonight. And my gut says she’s scared, she has no idea what’s going on and she doesn’t know who to trust. I don’t think she would betray us and if she did, I'd be the first to put a bullet in her head and dig her grave” I say lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep drag.

“Yo pulled a gun on you?” Coco says laughing.

“Yeah you should have seen her, one of the only times I’ve ever actually seen Angel scared” Bishop says laughing.

“But back to the problem at hand, we need to know what the fuck is going on, so I want her place under round the clock survallence, front and back. I want to know who is coming and going” Bishop says “She told us if she catches a Mayan around her place she’s going to shoot on sight or have us arrested, and I don’t doubt her. So no bikes, no kuttes, Coco and Gilly you’ve got the first shift” Bishop says nodding to them, “and Angel see if you can get her to tell you anything.”

“Uhhhh, yeah” I reply embarrassed rubbing the back of my neck “I think maybe Coco might be a better option to talk to her right now, we aren’t exactly on talking terms,” I reply.

“Shit Angel” Tranq groans “can’t you fucking keep it in your pants for five seconds?”

everybody laughs shaking their heads and I just shrug, “Alright Coco can you reach out to her, see if she will talk to you?” Bishop asks.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do” he replies nodding.

“Alright, everything about this is kept off the phones, or in code, this needs to stay silent. As far as Miguel knows we know nothing about Hijas De Muerte being in town or Charlie’s involvement. Our number one priority is keeping their president safe until we can figure this shit out.”

“Why not just hand their president over? We have no loyalty to Hijas De Muerte? Creeper pipes up.

“Not up for discussion Creeper” Bishop says firmly “Anything else?” he asks.

Everybody shake their head “Meeting adjourned” Bishop says striking his gavel and we all exit Templo except for Tranq and Taza who remain sitting at the table, I close the door behind me turning back to Gilly and Coco, Ez is waiting for us by the door. Nodding outside we head out.

“I can’t believe she pulled a gun on you and didn’t shoot you” Coco says laughing.

“Me either” I reply groaning.

“So what else you know?” Gilly asks.

“Absolutely nothing, its fucked and I am worried,” I reply lighting another cigarette.

“I could reach out to Emily?” Ez suggests.

“Don’t you fucking dare” I reply stepping towards Ez, my body slamming him against the pole.

“Whoa easy Angel” Gilly says pulling me back.

“You even breathe in the Galindo’s direction about any of this, or Charlie I will fucking end you” I say throwing my smoke on the ground and storming towards my bike, needing to take a ride to clear my head.

#mayans #Mayans MC #mayansfx #mayans imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc headcanon #mayans mc fan fiction #i wrote this #this hurts like hell #angel reyes #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfic #bishop losa #coco cruz

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winchest09 · 6 years ago

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Okay, I NEED to be on your forever tags. I love everything about your work!

You are such a babe

#spnhollis #winchest09answers #welcome to my little fiction corner #make yourself at home #thank you so much

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4point7 · 5 years ago

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Post 6 things about yourself then tag 10+ followers.

I was tagged by @princessmisery666 . I am going to change it up a bit, I am going to do 5 truths and one lie.

1. I have a tattoo of Rocket Racoon and Groot on my back. They protect me from bacne.

2. I was a ball boy at the Wimbledon Tennis Championships and was on court for the likes of Rodger Federer, Venus Williams, Andy Roddick and young Andy Murray.

3. I am a 3 star kayaker. I have helped Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's kids get ready to go kayaking and I have kayaked off of a (small) waterfall.

4. I don't drink and I have never done drugs and without the influence of any of that I still wanted to call my son Grizzly but @negans-lucille-tblr wouldn't let me because apparently Grizzly isn't a name. On a side note I have not had a single puff of a cigarette either.

5. I was once interviewed by Sonia McLaughlin on the BBC because I was one of a few boys selected from all of the schools in London to play for a rugby team coached by an international rugby player.

6. I am a (if I do say so myself) pretty decent guitar player and I got the opportunity to play on stage at a small local venue with Alex Turner of the Arctic Monkeys when they were just becoming big in 2005. #BiggerBoysAndStolenSweethearts

I will let you decide which is fake.

I am just going to tag the first 10 people who followed me.

@negans-lucille-tblr @saxxxology @pink1031 @startwiththeridingcrop @simam12 @hopefullynotbroken @spnhollis @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic @curvynerdfan @superlockedtimelord

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cole-winchester · 4 years ago

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18 Miles Out...No Going Back

Reader rescues an injured Shane after Rick, taking Randal in tow, leaves him for dead at the walker infested DPW lot. Will two broken souls be able to join forces and survive this new world? Or will they butt heads and drive each other apart?

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@hanaissupergirl @coffee-obsessed-writer @spnhollis @harrysthiccthighss @sourwolf-sterek32 @superdeadwalker @mcuwomxn @miss-cap21 @hannuhbuhnana @stormy-weather-in-classics @hellosassymcsasserton @samanthawells89 @mannls @thanossexual

Part Two

Shane grunted and tried to brace himself against the passenger door as your truck balanced out of the fishtail.

After a few moments you eased up on the accelerator. Realizing Shane was staring at you, you glanced over. Blood glistened from his brow and bridge of his nose. His gaze hard and wary but your eyes flicked towards his torso. His breathing was heavy, painful. His left arm cradled across his ribs, blood seeping from behind his hand.

Must've been stabbed, walkers didn't get close enough to him.

A sun glint caught your attention and your gaze landed on the handgun he had trained on you in his lap.

You raised your eyebrows as you looked up from the gun. 'Really?'

'Turn the truck around.' His voice was low but authoritative.

'What?'

'Have to go back.'

You let out a sharp laugh shaking your head. 'Not happenin'

'Stop the damn truck!' His voice barked inside the cab.

Gripping the wheel you slammed the brake pedal to the floor. Shane braced himself against the dashboard, glaring at you as you turned in your seat to face him as the truck rocked to a stop.

'Go back to what exactly? Your 'friend' that basically killed you back there by leaving you as walker bait?'

His jaw hardened as he glanced away from you out the windshield. 's'not like that.'

'Yeah? Why don't you enlighten me then!'

'The hell with this!' He seethed as he jerked open the passenger door and stumbled to the pavement.

Let him go, he obviously has a death wish. You don't need him.

No...you weren't that type of person.

'Ugh!' You followed after him. 'Hey! Dumbass!' You called out to the stumbling moron a couple yards away. 'Just how far you expect to get bleeding all over the place?!'

'I ain't yer problem, sweetheart!' His steps began to slow, the sun, heat and his wounds taking their toll as his adrenaline waned. He shook his head and pressed on.

'Alright, I get it, you're a big macho dick. Now get back in the truck before-'

As if on queue, he stumbled and collapsed to the pavement.

'-that.' You sighed and jogged up to his lifeless form and rolled him to his back.

Still breathing.

An unmistakable snarl came from behind you, causing your heart to leap to your throat.

You spun to your left and sure enough, a walker about 20 feet away was heading straight for you.

'Shit shit shit!' You scrambled around Shane, lifting his shoulders enough for you to lock your arms around the front of his chest. Willing the adrenaline to pump faster you began dragging him back towards the truck. 'Please wake up. Please wake up.'

Just leave him! Save yourself!

You stole a glance up at the walker only to find 3 more joining in behind it.

'Fuck!'

Panic began to creap into you. You didn't have a knife on you and your only firearm was the rifle currently in the bed of your truck.

You cried out in frustration as you continued to haul the both of you backwards. You looked over your shoulder at your truck... ten feet to go. The passenger door was still open from when Shane bailed moments before.

Your legs burned as you forced yourself to move faster. The snarls and groans growing louder with each painful step.

The tail of your truck came in your periphery. 8 more feet. The walkers were almost on you.

You'd never be able to get him into the truck without getting eaten, so you leaned down and slumped Shane against the rear tire. As you stood to reach into the bed for your rifle, a nauseous stench enveloped you and you were slammed from behind. Pain shot up your arm as you landed hard onto the pavement beside Shane. You quickly flipped to your back and screamed as the walker clawed and snarled above you.

You clamped your hand around its throat trying desperately to keep it from biting your face off. Your arm threatened to give way as you frantically looked around for something, anything, to use as a weapon.

Then you saw it.

There, in the rear waistband of Shane's cargo pants...was his handgun.

You reached for it, just barely brushing it with your fingertips. Your hand was slipping, the skin of the walker tearing beneath your grasp.

You cried out, your arm barely holding the walker at bay as you forced yourself to reach again for the handgun.

Please be fucking loaded!

Your fingers wrapped around the grip and in one swift motion you yanked it from his waistband, raised it and fired through the walker's eye socket. Shoving the corpse off of you, you sat up and began firing at the remaining walkers now inches from Shane.

You dropped all five of them and lowered the gun as you leaned against the bed of the truck to catch your breath.

You grunted as you moved to your feet after a few moments, checking the clip in the gun before stuffing it in your waistband.

'Alright, let's try this again.' You steadied yourself as you began to drag Shane back to the truck.

After a few non-ladylike noises you'd managed to get Shane up and into the cab of your truck and shut the door.

You settled back into the driver's seat and looked over at the still unconscious man, gauging his breathing for a moment.

'I sure hope I'm making the right call here.' You said quietly, turning the key as your truck roared to life.

***

You made it back to the small cabin in record time. The cabin belonged to your uncle who had used it as a hunting camp for years. You were pretty sure you were the only one who knew its location besides him. Buried in the thick forest barely reachable by vehicle, it was the perfect spot to hide out.

You eased the truck up as close as possible to the front porch and killed the engine. The sun was setting and with the thick tree over, it was practically dark already. You had to move fast.

'Hey,' you looked down and shook Shane's shoulder. 'Shane, can you hear me?'

His eyelids flickered slightly as a weak groan rumbled in his chest.

Good enough. He was alive at least.

You threw your door open and slid out of the truck. Turning slowly in place you quickly scanned the area for any movement. Last thing you needed was a walker to come up on you again while dragging him inside.

You shook your arms and puffed out a breath, gathering yourself.

Leaning back into the truck, you maneuvered Shane onto his back. Hooking your hands under his arms, you began sliding him towards you. Backstepping, you grunted as you continued to haul Shane out of the truck. Somehow you misjudged, his weight overbalancing you and knocking you to the ground in a heap.

'Shit,' you wheezed as you struggled to roll his unconscious body off of you. 'Fuck, man, you're heavier than you look.' You hauled him into a semi sitting position and moved behind him, locking your arms across his massive chest.

After a few painstaking minutes and several embarrassing grunts, you managed to drag him up the steps and into the cabin.

Leaving him on the floor in the entryway, you quickly ran back outside, securing your truck and gathering your bags.

Dropping everything, you locked the door behind you before readying yourself to move him further into the living room. You knelt beside him ...and froze...

'Shane?'

He wasn't breathing.

'No! No, the fuck you don't!' You immediately began hard chest compressions, feeling the cartilage crunch beneath your hands. 'You are not dying on me after all of this!' You leaned down and gave him mouth to mouth before checking for a pulse.

Nothing.

'Shane!' You threw your full weight into your fist as you pounded onto his chest. 'God dammit!' You opened his mouth and blew hard, forcing air deep into his lungs. His body jerked and gasped, causing you to flail backwards. His hand clamped in a vice grip around your neck before you could move fully off of him. His eyes wild as he continued to gasp below you. Your hands failed and clawed at his trying to pry it from your throat, your lungs screaming.

Just as your vision began to darken, his eyes shifted and rolled. His head lulled to the side as his hand released you, dropping to his chest.

You fumbled backwards, choking in panicked breaths as your mind reeled. You were sure he'd turned and that was it, but it was merely an involuntary reaction of him being brought back to life.

'Holy...fuck.' you ran your hands over your face for a moment before your mind kicked back in.

He needs stitched up otherwise he will die and turn.

You gathered yourself and clambered back over to him and continued moving him further into the living room. With the adrenaline coursing through you, after having almost died yourself, you'd managed to haul him up onto the couch. Retrieving one of the medical kits from your packs, you went to work.

Cutting his shirt from his body, you quickly found that there was more than one stab wound. Your heart sank. This was going to be more difficult that you'd expected.

You huffed out a breath and set your mind to the task at hand. He was not going to die on your watch. You worked quickly and diligently as you cleaned the wounds and wiped the caked blood from his body.

Now to focus on the stitches. You couldn't tell how deep the wounds were and you hesitated.

What if all of this was for nothing? What if he died overnight and then decided you were a perfect midnight snack?

No.

Get your head together.

You chewed your bottom lip as you gathered the needle and thread. You were going to do everything in your power to make sure he lived.

Why? You don't even know him. Say he survives and then just kills you.

No. He won't.

You sterilized the needle with a lighter before turning back to him. You drew in a breath and went to work.

*~*~*~*~*

A/N:

Thanks so much for hanging with me! I'm sorry I don't update quickly. My daughter takes up most of my energy so I'm writing as I can! I hope you're enjoying this so far! I'm working on Part Three and will post as soon as possible! Let me know if you want tagged! 💜

#shane walsh twd #shane walsh/reader #shane walsh x oc #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh fanfiction

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 5 years ago

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Winter Storm

Daryl Dixon x Reader; Dog

A/N: This is a VERY long overdue fic request from @rhyatt-deauxtreve for a little bit of Dixon, with the dialogue prompted: “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.” I am so sorry this took so long, lovely. I hope you enjoy it!

*This is my first time with Daryl in a LOONG Time. So, be kind lol

Summary: Daryl is not a new face around the Kingdom, but definitely one you enjoy seeing around. As a winter storm rolls in, you find a quick way to bond with the archer and his dog that could be the thing to finally bring you closer.

WC: 3.3K

Warnings: None really

TWD Tags: @kazosa @wings-of-a-raven @sorenmarie87 @jodiereedus22 @spnhollis @buckyscrystalqueen @negans-wife @rhyatt-deauxtreve

Daryl was never one to mince words; or speak much, period. It was a complete surprise the first time he approached you after he claimed The Kingdom as his home. He wasn’t a stranger, though not exactly a regular face you’d see around the campus. If anything, you got to know his dog before you got to know the archer himself.

It was during one of the community movie nights that he first said hello. You were passing out some newly made treats for the kids when Daryl and Dog came strolling in. Seeing Dog always made you smile, so you immediately knelt down and accepted his welcoming, sloppy kisses and excitement.

“Hey buddy!” you laughed as he jumped up, one paw on either shoulder as he peppered you with a greeting.

“Dog, down!” Daryl chastised and was satisfied when Dog immediately heeled to his side. “Sorry, he gets excited.”

“It's fine. I love seeing him around! I wish we had more pets in the community. I know the kids get a kick out of him.”

Daryl nodded and ruffled the dog’s head. “He alright to come in with me?”

“Of course! I mean, if the King could once rule with a Tiger by his side, I can’t imagine a dog attending movie night would be a big deal,” you said and gave Daryl a playful wink.

He snorted, what you assumed to be a laugh, but realized there was a sense of sadness on his face. You thought he made just take his dog and move on, but he hesitated.

“You knew Shiva?” he asked softly.

“I did. I’ve been here since the beginning. She was a spectacular animal.”

“She was,” he said, chewing his bottom lip. “Shame she didn’t make it.”

“A lot of good soldiers were lost in that war. She was one of them,” you mused, your heart filling with a swell of both pride and loss.

Again, Daryl nodded. “Glad there are still some here that remember those days.”

“Me too.”

There was a moment, where Daryl’s steely blue eyes paired with yours. He allowed them to wander down the length of your body, but it was quick and didn’t linger; yet enough for that spark to flicker awake in place you kept feelings locked away. Through all your years at The Kingdom, he was the first man who was able to do that.

That was the first time you spoke to him. You really hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

Over the next few months, Daryl and his faithful companion showed up at every movie night. You noticed him around the community more and anytime there was a task that involved more than just your set of hands, he was there. With each encounter, he would talk to you more and more. It got to be so frequent, that you began to think of him as a good friend; someone you could count on and looked forward to seeing.

As winter set in, and the people of The Kingdom mostly kept to their own apartments, and you found yourself missing him. When the first real hard snowfall came, you took the chance of bundling up and headed out to the courtyard hoping that maybe he and Dog would be somewhere near. That day, all you found were a handful of kids making snow angels. Trying not to be disappointed, you turned to head back to your apartment.

Right before you entered the building, from far off beyond the walls, you could faintly hear Dog barking. His familiar call instantly made you smile and turn away from home. Walking quickly as you could through the snow towards the gates, you climbed up to the platform and grabbed a pair of binoculars from one of the guards on duty. After scanning as far as you could, you finally spotted them, a few hundred yards out but pointed in the direction of home.

Not wanting to seem like you were waiting for them, you busied yourself around the gates, tending to some odds and ends that didn’t necessarily need tending too. When the doors finally opened, Dog came barreling in then skidded to a stop; causing a spray of snow to fly through the air. He was beyond rambunctious, tossing it up in the air with his snout, rolling in it and jumping up to catch it as it fell back to the Earth. You were so caught up in watching Dog enjoying himself you missed Daryl coming him and his gaze fixed on you.

“Hey,” he greeted, close enough for you to notice him.

“Oh, hey!” you replied, genuinely surprised to see him, despite knowing about his impending arrival. “What were you guys doing out there?”

“Huntin’. Thought maybe we’d cross a deer or somethin’.”

“Any luck?”

“Nah. There’s a good storm comin’. They’re all hold up somewhere by now. Got a bunch of rabbits though.”

“Oh, fantastic! I bet Nabila could do something with them to stretch them out for a bit.”

“Hope so. Pantry is good for most of the winter, but it helps to get some fresh meat when we can,” he hesitated, then whistled for Dog to join him. “I gotta go bring these in to get’em cleaned.”

You felt a weight of disappointment sit on your chest. You didn’t know what you wanted from him exactly but just knew that you wanted to be around him. “Oh… yeah, of course.”

“Dog! C’mon,” Daryl called, and once his companion obeyed, he headed off to the skinning shed.

You pulled your coat tighter around your shoulders and began to head back to your home when from the corner of your eye you saw Daryl freeze. His head hung down, the long tendrils of hair obscuring your ability to read his expression.

“Hey!” he called out and jogged to catch up with you. “Where—uh, I mean, what are you up to… now?”

“Heading in,” you smiled wanly and looked up to the sky that was now beginning to sprinkle more flakes. “Storm’s coming, right?”

“Yeah, not for a few hours more though I’d guess. You wanna help me with the rabbits?”

Doing your best to keep the rush of excitement at his invitation at bay, you nodded and shrugged as casually as you could. “Sure, why not. It’s been a while but I think I can remember how it’s done.”

“C’mon,” he said and motioned his head in the other direction. “We’ll see how ya do. Maybe next time you can come out huntin’ with us.”

The skinning shed was somehow colder than the outside itself. Daryl saw you shiver once he let the bag with his prey fall to the table with a thud. He pulled off his fur-lined poncho and held it out to you.

“No, I’m ok, thank you,” you said politely and moved to open the bag.

Daryl covered your hands with his to stop you and draped it over your arm.

“No, ya ain’t. Take it.”

You looked up at him and smiled, but not because of his generosity, because of how long his hand was lingering on yours.

Daryl cleared his throat and realized he was still holding your hands. “So, uh, you’ve done this before, huh? When?”

“As a kid. My brother took me hunting all the time. I honestly hated it, but I liked the time I spent with him, so I went.”

Daryl grunted an acknowledgment and went about removing the rabbits. As the next two hours went by, you each cleaned three and prepped the skins for future use. By the time you got the meat ready for Nabila and cleaned your hands, the snow was coming down in sheets.

“Damn. I was hoping it would hold off a bit longer,” Daryl grumbled as you made your way across the courtyard towards the pantry.

“Why, you got a hot date?” You immediately cringed at yourself after asking.

Daryl snorted. “Nah. Was hoping to get back to camp.”

“Camp? I thought you were staying here.”

“I am, just been staying out beyond the walls trying to trap what I could before another storm came ‘round.”

“Oh, good. For a second there I thought you’d left the Kingdom.” You winced again when you realized how ridiculous you sounded and desperately just wanted to hide your face. You couldn’t look at him, but from the corner of your eye you saw him smirk.

“Wouldn’t want me to go, huh? Probably afraid you’d never see Dog again,” he scoffed and whistled at the dog to heel.

“Well he is the happiest part of my day,” you said and wanted to add ‘and so are you’ but kept quiet and walked slowly beside him. “So, uh, where to after the pantry?”

“Guess back to the room Carol kept aside for me.”

“You don’t like staying there?”

Daryl shrugged. “It’s alright. I know she likes it when she can keep an eye on me.”

“That’s nice, knowing you have someone like that.”

“You don’t?”

“I have friends here, sure. But the way Carol goes on about you sometimes, she’s convinced you hung the moon. The King is too, for that matter.”

“It ain’t nothing. We’ve just been through it together, ya know?”

You did. But all you gave Daryl in response was a simple nod just as you arrived at the pantry door. After dropping off the rabbit meat, you and Daryl found yourselves back out in the cold.

“Snow’s gettin’ deep. Probably should head inside,” he rasped and gave you a side-eyed look.

“Yeah… you’re probably right.” Disappointed all over again. “Well, thanks for keeping me company, and for the rabbits. Maybe we can meet up for some of that stew Nabila’s gonna make tomorrow.”

Daryl seemed nervous as the wind whipped the long tendrils of his hair around his face. He chewed on his lower lip a little and nodded.

“We could. C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“It’s fine. I’m good. I only live over there. Here, take your poncho, you’re much further across the campus.”

You started to take it off but for the second time that day, he put his hands over yours to stop you.

“Keep it. I got another,” he paused, but clearly wanted to say something else. Not wanting to scare him off, you waited quietly until he worked up the nerve to way whatever it was he wanted to. “Maybe, Dog and I could just come to your place. If I go and sit in that box with just him to talk to, I may end up back out there lookin’ for more rabbits,” Daryl said, not without a bit of humor.

His eyes narrowed on you, making you feel nervous yet excited for more time with him.

“Sure. I’m always up for your company. And Dog’s too, of course.”

“Of course,” he mocked and rolled his eyes. “Lead the way.”

It wasn’t long after, that you and Daryl were settled into your apartment. There wasn’t too much to it, but you found ways to occupy yourselves as the wind howled outside, dumping inches upon inches of fresh snow across The Kingdom.

After you had heated up some leftover stew you had for the both of you, Daryl got up from where he was sitting on the floor and went to your cupboard.

“Mind if I get a drink?” he asked, already looking through your supplies.

“Help yourself.”

A minute or two later, after rifling through your supplies, he popped his head back into your view to get your attention.

“Been hiding the good stuff, huh?” he said, revealing the small bottle of whiskey. “Where did you find this?”

“One of the scouts brought it back last summer. Found a bunch in some warehouse. Honestly forgot it was back there.”

“Nothing like a nip of booze to warm ya up.” Daryl raised the bottle up. “Whatcha say?”

“Crack it open,” you smiled and enjoyed Daryl’s reaction to your agreement.

He tossed the top on the counter and pulled a long shot straight from the bottle. There was no wince or bite to his expression as he swallowed the shot and held it out to you.

“Bottom’s up,” you smiled and did the same, except you did wince at the burn as it trickled down your throat.

Passing it back and forth, your conversation continued to be easy with him, mostly talking about the early days of the outbreak, where you both were, what you did. He told you about the group’s movements through Georgia that led to arriving in D.C. and you told him your story, about people you lost and how you landed at The Kingdom. These conversations were the norm now, replacing the ‘used to be’ chit chat of what do you do, where did you go to school…

Before you realized it, the room had gone almost completely dark. Despite the storm, the light of the day had been enough to keep the apartment well lit, but as the sunset behind the squall of snow, the interior was getting darker and darker.

Since electricity was in short supply, you got up and started lighting the candles and turned on the one oil lamp you kept for just such an occasion. It was starting to get cold in the apartment, despite the fact that Daryl’s furlined poncho was still residing on your shoulders.

Daryl held out the bottle to you again, his eyes following you after you took it, moving around the room and grabbing some of the snacks you kept on hand.

“Still hungry?” you asked, holding out a small bag of sunflower seeds you had harvested and roasted last Autumn.

“Kinda,” he shrugged and got up from where he had been sitting. Dog lifted his head to watch his master move across the room but laid it back down on his paws when Daryl didn’t go far.

“How come you ain’t shacked up with one of these guys here?” he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity, and haze of slight intoxication in his eyes.

His question left you speechless. “I--I--don’t know. Why aren’t you?” Was all you could think to say.

“Cause I ain’t into the guys around here,” he snarked and reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

Daryl shrugged. “You’re a pretty girl. Seems like you should belong to someone.”

“I belong to myself, Daryl. I don’t need someone in my life to make me complete, or to keep me safe.”

Realizing how defensive you probably sounded, you wrinkled your nose in frustration, then started to stumble in an effort to backtrack. You wanted to say more--the whiskey was nearly making you brave enough--but in the end were able to bite your tongue. But then Daryl’s expression faltered for a moment. It was then that you realized that if anything was ever to happen between you, you would have to make that first move.

“But,” you started, and paused, taking the bottle from his hand before he could take another sip. “That’s not to say I don’t miss being with someone. That I don’t think about having someone put their arms around me at night.”

“That right?” he eyed you carefully and watched you take another shot.

“Mhm.” You wiped your lips and handed it back, but he shook his head no and took it from you.

Daryl left the bottle on the table, giving a cursory glance over to Dog who was now happily snoozing on the floor by the front door. When he did turn back to you, there was a change in his expression that you’d never seen before.

“What?” you asked with a scoff. “I got a booger or something?”

Daryl shook his head. He slowly closed the distance and when he was a mere inches away, you understood this new expression he wore. Daryl was nervous, too.

“Nah,” he said in that low rasp of his you were coming to love. “You’re pretty is all.”

“You said that already,” you said and tried to swallow through the sudden lump of anxious excitement that bound up in your throat.

Daryl hesitantly reached out, cupping your elbow and drawing you in the last step that stood between you. He bent down, keeping his eyes open and holding your gaze as he moved closer to your lips. From behind him, Dog whined and turned his head just as you felt the warmth of Daryl’s breath touch your mouth. A small spark jumped between you and him, as his lips finally touched yours. It felt like it was all happening in slow motion, but it was happening. A moment you found yourself dreaming about late at night, and even in the mundane tasks of the day, was finally happening.

The kiss was soft, and sweet. You could taste the remnants of the whiskey and when you were brave enough to part his lips with your tongue, it was strong and bitter. You were instantly lost in the moment. His hand slowly traveled from your elbow, off your arm and around your waist as he slowly turned you placing your back squarely against the counter. The whiskers around his upper lip tickled your face, but it only added to the moment.

Daryl pressed his body against you, the weight of which felt comforting and safe. It had been years since anyone had you in a position like this, mostly because it was so hard to trust anyone enough to leave yourself this vulnerable. But with him, it wasn’t a question; with Daryl, you felt more at ease and safe than with anyone else… ever.

You pulled back, hanging your face and trying to cover the bout of nerves that lived there.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, lifting your chin with his fingers, “I wanna see you.”

“Why?” you asked, though you verbalized it with a purpose, it came out in barely a whisper.

Daryl shrugged and then turned his head to look at his canine friend now calmly asleep by the front door. “Dog liked ya. Trust him more than anyone.”

“Even Carol?” you asked, unable to help to tease him a little.

“She did marry a fake King… maybe not the best judgment,” he scoffed in a low rasp. “Besides, I told ya, you’re pretty. Hard to find pretty girls you can trust these days.”

“That so?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, biting down softly on the inside of his lip while his blue eyes studied you closely. “Be alright if Dog and I ride this out with you?”

“I’d like that.”

“Even if its a few days?”

You nodded. “I got plenty of whiskey. Snacks, too.”

From outside the wind blew harder, nearly shaking the building itself. Snow began falling in heavy, wet sheets and snaps of trees could be heard in the distance.

“Good thing,” he said, looking out of the window in the kitchen. “Don’t think its gonna let up anytime soon.”

“Too bad,” you said, letting your eyes wander back to his lips. “Maybe we should settle in. Get comfortable…”

You grabbed the bottle of whiskey and went to move from between him and the counter, but didn’t get far before his reached out to stop you. He drew you back and kissed you again; this time he was far more assured and persistent in how he maneuvered his mouth to work with yours. When he pulled back, he was smiling.

“Yeah… let’s do that. Can think of a few ways we could pass the time.”

Without another word, you, Daryl and the bottle of whiskey crawled onto the bed, wrapped yourself in blankets and found ways to ride out the storm.

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