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To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader

Chapter four - what died didn’t stay dead

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

‘Wildfire’

Season 1 episode 5

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Thank you to @starfirette for the Glenn and reader part in this chapt. It’s changed up a little up still mainly the same :)

Andrea sits by Amy's corpse all night, and almost all day. Just leaned over with tears in her eye occasionally whispering how much she loves her, and how sorry she is that this happened. We all watch from a far. We feel bad, almost all of us know what it's like to lose someone you love to this, even if it wasn't a sibling, or a family member we've all lost loved ones to this. We all know how it feels. Lori's the first to go over. she tries to talk to Andrea but she's just kind of in a daze. A saddened, traumatized daze. The abled body people are helping take out all the bodies. Stabbing them through the brain before throwing the walkers into a pit of fire and our people in a pile to be buried.

I'm sitting with the kids as far away from Amy's body as I could. She was like a sister to me, I didn't want to see her like that. I just hoped I was as far away from her body as I could be when she eventually turned.

The kids are fine, somehow their just fine. I don't understand how they're able to just bounce back after all the traumatizing shit they've been through. Carl, Sophia, Eliza, and Louis played as far away from the dead bodies as their parents could get them. I was in charge of watching them. it seemed like I was always in charge of the kids, when I wasn't busy with my "doctor" duties I was watching the kids. I had both my gun and my knife stuffed in my pocket just in case any walkers stumble out of the woods.

"How'd you get hurt?" Carl asks his brows knotting together in confusion. "Got shot" I reply, His eyes widened with curiosity "really?! Did it hurt?" I shrug, it didn't at first but after I saw the blood coming out of my leg the pain set in. "not really at first but now it does."

Sophia is playing with a few dolls she brought from home with Morales's daughter Eliza on the ground next to me, and morale's son Louis is playing with some cars and trucks his father brought back from a run a while back. "Are you sad your dad died?" I overhear Eliza asks bluntly, Sophia just shrugs and mutters a quiet "I Dunno" before going back to playing.

Sophia's a little upset that her father passed away but not as much as carol is. I heard her sobbing in her tent last night. I never understood why she loved him so much, he was such an asshole to both her, and their daughter. But I guess when you get used to something or someone it's hard for life to change.

The sound of a gunshot breaks the kids from their light chatter and playing. It must've been Andrea. Amy must've turned. I let out a sigh as I bury my face into my hands. I only look up when I feel someone staring at me. It's Glenn. "Hey" I say with a weak smile, "it's about time you need to change that thing. You need help?" Glenn asks. I shrug and mutter "yeah sure" I normally am the one doing this for others, even if I get hurt I do it for myself. I notice he's already got my med kit in his hands when he sits down. I pull up the leg of my shorts, so the gauze wrapped wound is exposed. He helps me unwrap the first layer of gauze exposing the gauze pad that has a bit of blood on it. I hiss when Glenn lifts it off of my leg exposing my wound to the air. The kids are watching intrigued by the process of changing the gauze on my leg. Glenn mutters a quiet "sorry, sorry" he takes an alcohol pad and wipes over the wound cleaning the bits of blood away. I whimper and I squeeze my eyes shut as the alcohol-soaked pad touches the wound "sorry, I'm sorry" Glenn whispers again. "gross" I hear Carl mumble. Glenn then takes some antibiotic ointment and squeezes a little onto a fresh piece of gauze before placing it onto my leg. He then wraps some of the rolled gauze around my leg before pulling my shorts leg back down. "You alright?" He asks.

"Are you guys dating?" Eliza asks with her eyebrows furrowed together. I just chuckle and shake my head "no he's just my best friend" I say looking up at Glenn as if I'm trying to get him to confirm my statement. He nods and says "yep just best friends" as he presses a kiss to the side of my head "I'll see you later" he whispers before getting up and walking away. "Are you sure?" Sophia asks with her brows furrowed "I'm sure" I reply with a laugh her brows furrow together even further as she asks, "but he just kissed you" I let out a small sigh before asking "hey how bout I paint your nails?" to change the subject. Sophia straightens up and nods before scooting towards me. I pick up the previously discarded fingernail polish from beside me. "What color pink or purple?" I ask holding up the polish in front of her she points to the pink one, and I nod.

"Mkay there you go, don't touch'em they might not be completely dry yet" I say softly as she lifts her hands from my lap. She nods as she turns towards Carl who is now dramatically reenacting some car chase with louis. "Aren't they pretty carl?" She asks showing the boy her nails. carl pauses and nods as he smiles before going back to his car. She then gets up and shouts "momma!" as she sprints towards her mom who she spots with the other adults.

Lori and the others gather of us gather around. They think we should go up to pay our respects. we all agree, and Glenn helps me hobble up the hill to where Shane, Rick, and Daryl are.

"I still think it's a mistake not burning these bodies" Daryl says as he walks over to where Shane, and Rick are covering the dead with dirt. "It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn'em all, wasn't that the idea?" Daryl asks. that's what we've always done when walkers have stumbled into our camp, but we've never really had people die on campgrounds. when any former members of our group died it was always on runs.

"At first." Shane replies. "The China man gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do we just follow him along? These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, s'what the rules are" Daryl says, I understand his point of view it's an easy way to get rid of bodies, but these people are friends and family of ours we can't just burn their bodies. it's not like they're just going to rise from dead...right? all the people who had been bit got stabbed right through the head preventing them from reanimation. "There are no rules" Rick replies.

"Well, that's the problem, we haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn, and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do." Lori says as she steps closer to the men. we're human we shouldn't just get rid of our practices just because the world has ended, we bury our dead, and we mourn.

We watch as Andrea pulls Amy's wrapped up body into a grave. Dale is stood at Amy's feet trying to help but Andrea refuses. "I can do it. I can do it. I can do it! I can do it." She cry's as she steps into the shallow grave. I try not to cry but I can't I just can't she was my friend. Other than Glenn she was my closest friend. I can't believe she's actually dead; I'd never get to talk to her again. We'd never stay up all night in my tent giggling as we looked through magazines (that Andrea brought back from a run) like we were teenagers, I never even got to say goodbye.

Amy's body falls into the grave with a loud thud. Glenn's got one arm wrapped around me keeping me upright. I bury my face into his shoulder as tears fall down my cheeks soaking Glenns tee-shirt.

We all walk back to camp, half of us still sniffling, and crying. Amy was the sweetest thing to grace this planet, I was so luckily to meet her, she didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to die.

Glenn finds me a nice place to sit and helps me to it, "you alright?" He asks as I sit down. "I-yeah im-I'm fine." I mutter as I wipe my eyes. "You know a few days ago when I said I got you something while on the run?" He never ended up giving it to me, I guess we were all so wrapped up in ricks arrival and Merle's disappearance that we forgot.

I nod "mhm" I hum. "I found some vodka while we were out, we should definitely have some drinks tonight" he whispers trying not to let the kids around us hear.

We're all grouped up around the fire. Andrea is fast asleep, the moment she got comfortable in that chair she was out like a light. "I've been thinking about ricks plan." Shane says as both him and Rick return back from something the went to do. "Now look, there are no— there are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first one to admit that. I've known this man a long time. I trust his instincts." Lori looks up from the piece of wood she was sharpening. "I say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning." Lori's brows are furrowed as she looks between her husband and Shane. "Okay?"

It's dark and Glenn and I are in my tent with a large bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. We're giggling drunkenly together as we both down dozens of shots. "Oh my god I'm so fuckin-" I stop my sentence to lean my head against Glenn's shoulder and sigh. "I don't think I can drink any more of this" Glenn groans as he drops the glass shot glass. I look up at his face, and my brain is just now somehow processing how handsome Glenn is even when his face is a light shade of red because of the alcohol he's so fucking handsome. His brows furrow "w-what's wrong?" He slurs. "You're so fuckin' pretty" I whisper as I place both hands on either side of his face. He chuckles a bit before leaning in and kissing me. we kiss for a few seconds until I realize I'm kissing Glenn, the guy I swore I only had platonic feelings for, I pull away and mutter "shit." his brows furrow together as he asks "wh-whats wrong?" I shake my head as I mumble "please le-let's not talk about this ever."

I wake up in the morning with a pounding headache and an embarrassing memory of me kissing my best friend. That I have told everyone that I only had a platonic relationship with. I push myself up with a groan "Glenn!" I shout, no answer. "Daryl!?" One of them is bound to help me get up and pack up my stuff so we can leave. My tent starts to be unzipped, and then Daryl's head pops in. "Need help?" He asks I nod with a smile. He sticks out one of his hands and helps me up and out of my tent.

"Ya need help gettin' all yer' stuff packed up?" I nod. he collects all of my stuff out of my tent while I sit in a chair. I can mostly at least manage to walk but just getting up and down is a little painful. I help him put things in bags by which things are most important to the least and then I watch as he packs up my tent into its bag it came with. "Hey, y/n can we talk?" I turn around to see Glenn and behind me rubbing his neck. "Yeah definitely."

"Alone" Glenn mutters and Daryl takes the hint. Daryl stands up and walks away. "So, bout last night" he says rubbing the back of his neck as he stood Infront of me. I chuckle awkwardly "yeah...can we forget about that?" He smiles and nods "yeah! Yeah definitely" he says "we were both drunk" I say, and he nods. "So, friends?" he asks I smile and nod as I say "Yeah, just friends."

"I want everyone to listen up" Shane says, we're all gathered around the cars all our things are all packed up in the cars. I'm a little scared, because what if this plan doesn't work. What if the CDC isn't still up and running. But it's better than staying here, right? The walkers are venturing out of the city, the longer we stay the more are going to be coming. It's just not safe anymore. "Those of you with C.B's we're gonna be on channel 40. Let's keep the chatter down, okay? Now you got a problem, don't have a C.B, can't get a signal or anything at all you're gonna honk your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?"

"We're, uh...we're not going." Morales speaks up. "We..we have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people" his wife adds.

"You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back." Shane says the two adults nod "we'll take the chance I gotta do what's best for my family." Morales replies. Their daughter has her face buried into her mother's chest "you sure?" Rick asks. "We talked about it. We're sure"

"Alright. Shane." Rick kneels down and starts going through the guns in his bag. ".357?" Rick asks. Shane nods, and whispers "yeah." Rick, and Shane then walks up to Morales and hands him a gun, and a box of ammo. "The box is half full." Shane says. Everyone has tears in their eyes, throughout the last 60 something days we've all grown close. We're like a family. So, losing part of our family was devastating. I had gotten close with Morales's kids and wife; Morales kids were almost like my own at times. Lori hops off of the hood of the car she was sitting on and walks over to Morales and his wife. "Thank you all...for everything." His wife Miranda says as Lori hugs her. Lori then bends down and presses a kiss to both of Eliza and Louis's heads. Eliza then runs over to Sophia, hugging her as they both cry. "Bye" Eliza says as she hands Sophia a doll.

I wipe my eyes as both kids walk over to me. I hug them and press a kiss to each of their cheeks as I wipe the little tears falling down their cheeks. "you'll be alright" I whisper as I cup Eliza's face in my hands "I'm gonna miss you" she whispers as more tears fall down her cheeks. "I promise I'll see you again." Morales, and Miranda take their kids towards their car. "What make you think our odds are any better?" Shane asks Rick. "Come on. Let's go! Let's move out!" Shane shouts.

I end up in the van with Rick, Lori, Carl, Carol, and sophia. We end up having to stop because of the rv. I'm still sat in the van with the kids. The others don't want to worry them. Carl and Sophia chit chatting quietly while I read a book.

They drag us all out of the van because Jim's decided he doesn't want to go anymore. He wants to stay here, and die. He was bitten, there was no way he was going to make it all the way to the cdc anyways. He was already getting bad, his fever was through the roof.

Shane and Rick place Jim against a tree. He looks horrible, he's all sweaty and can barely walk, poor guy. Glenn's arm is tucked around my waist helping me up the small hill that led up to the tree. Jim is breathing heavily as he looks up at the tree. "Hey, another damn tree." He says with a light chuckle. "Hey Jim..I mean, you know it doesn't need to be this." Shane says. Jim shakes his head "No it's good. The breeze feels nice" jim rasps out. Shane let's out a sigh as he squeezes his eyes shut "okay." Shane whispers "alright." He says patting his arm as he gets up wiping his eyes. Next to be by Jim's side is Jacqui.

"Just close your eyes sweetie." She says softly with a smile. "Don't fight." She then presses a kiss to his cheek with tears in her eyes, before she stands up. Next is Rick. He squats down and says "Jim, do you want this?" With a gun in his hand. Jim can barely say it but he manages to rasp it out a quiet "no. You'll need it. I'm okay." Rick nods and rubs Jim's shoulder a bit before standing up. "I'm okay." Jim says reassuring himself. Next is Dale, "oh, hey" Dale has a smile on his face, one of those comforting grandpa like smile. One he just has to flash at you and you know you're going to be okay. "Thanks for, uh, fightin' for us."

"Okay" Jim says as he is wheezing out his last breaths. As Dale stands up, we all begin to walk away. Except for Daryl, Daryl gives Jim a little nod before also walking off. We we're all like a big family, these last few days were devastating. We've lost so many people.

We all get back into our cars and began to drive off. Carl and Sophia are still looking out the window at Jim. He's barely even alive anymore. I don't think he is at least. He's slumped over, I can't see his chest rising up and down anymore.

We arrive at the CDC a couple hours later. It doesn't look promising though. There are bodies littered everywhere, mostly soldiers. It stinks, the odor that just emits off of the walkers are horrendous. It's rotten, and smells like death. If you would ask me to describe the smell of walkers it would just be death. We're all slowly making our way towards the doors. We're all on a look out for any walkers.

"Alright everyone keep movin' go on."

"Stay quiet let's go"

I feel like I've never heard or seen this many fly's at one time. They normally do follow around the walkers, but this is like a fucking infestation. They're just in a big bubble around all of the dead. We're continuing to walk coughing because of how much it genuinely stinks. "Keep moving. Come on. Shhh"

"Keep it together. Come on." Shane, and Rick say ushering us towards the cdc. There are three large metal roll up doors. Rick and Shane both try to open it up but inevitably fail in the end. Shane pounds on the door "there's nobody here." T-dog says. "Then why are theses shutters down?" Rick asks.

"Walkers!" Daryl shouts. We all wip around to see a walker stumbling towards us. Daryl shoots it right in the head making it fall to the ground. "You led us into a graveyard!" Daryl shouts as he stomps towards Rick. "He made a call." Dale states. "It was the wrong damn call!"

"Just shut up. You hear me? Shut up. Shut up!" Shane says pushing Daryl back and pointing in his face. "Rick, this is a dead end." Shane says.

"Where are we gonna go?" Carol cries out.

"Do you hear me? No blame"

"She's right. We can't be here, this close to the city after dark." Lori says as she holds onto carl.

"Fort benning, Rick— still and option." Shane suggests. "On what? No food, no fuel. That's 100 miles" Andrea says "125. I checked the map." Glenn corrects. "Forget fort bennning we need answers tonight, now."

Carl's sobbing. I don't know if it's the mix of the walkers, and everyone shouting saying we might die but the kid was just sobbing, the cries coming out of that kid were just heartbreaking. "We'll think of something."

"Come on let's go. Let's get out of here. Let's go. Please"

"Alright everybody back to the cars." Shane says.

Rick doesn't budge he's staring up at a camera. "The camera! It moved." Dale turns around brows furrowed

"You imagined it." Dale says. There was no way it moved. No one was in there, and if it did move it was probably automatically. Probably motion activated. "It moved" he says again, "it moved."

"Rick it is dead, man. It's an automated device. It's gears, okay? There just winding down. Now come on" It seemed like Rick was going crazy, hanging onto this idea that coming here would save us, save the world, save Jim. Shane grabs onto ricks shirt trying to pull him away. Ricks refusing he's set on the idea that it moved, that someone is moving it "man, just Listen to me! Look around this place it's dead, okay. It's dead. You need to let it go, Rick" Shane says his hands still grasped around ricks shirt, desperately trying to convince his best friend nothing was there. That if we stayed, we'd be dead meat. Rick escapes from Shane's grasp and runs back up to the door. Banging on it "Rick, there's nobody here!"

Rick stares up at the camera "I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Please, we're desperate"

"Everybody get back to the cars now!" Shane shouts.

"Please help us. We have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left."

Lori leaves Carl with us and runs up to her husband maybe she could talk some sense into him. I pull Carl closer to me and he buries his head in my body. Lori grabs onto Rick "Rick there's nobody here."

"We have nowhere else to go!" Rick begs as he pounds onto the door. " if you don't let us in, you're killing us! Please!" Rick shouts. "Come on buddy let's go" Shane says grabbing onto Rick and pulling him away.

"Please help us! You're killing us! You're killing us! You're killing us!" Rick screams as he struggles against Shane's grip. Then it opens. We all stop turning around. It opened it actually opened. Someone was there.

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livingdeadblondequeen · 2 years ago

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make-me-imagine · 3 years ago

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Hi! May I please request a ship for Buffy The Vampire Slayer and for Star Wars?

My name is Tala! I am a 20 year old bisexual female. I am an introvert; I have to socialize a lot for my job so by the end of the day I'm exhausted! My love language is quality time and also maybe gift giving. I have every single birthday card I've ever gotten from a friend or from my parents, all the way from my 9th birthday! I think they're really special and I value them. Every little gift I get I strive to keep.

For my job, I am a dental assistant. I'm not squeamish around blood and in general wounds or gore. I honestly considered going to school for any medical position. I went through phases of wanting be a trauma surgeon or a vet. But I'm overly emotional and I know the work would impact my mental state. Despite having chosen to do something medically for my career my real passion is reading and writing. I want to write a life changing story. I want to write about ghosts and monsters, I love ghost stories and scary movies; I also really like romance though. I read cheesy romantic poetry or dark gothic poetry, there's no in between. The only thing I love more than reading or watching scary stories is writing them. Same applies to romance. There's no in between. I also play cello! I really want to learn harp in addition to that. I'm definitely a "fighter" type of person. I grew up doing Muay Thai and Jiu Jitsu. As far as appearances go, I'm pretty curvy/chunky but I'm a little insecure about it; I am Latina so I have dark and thick wavy hair, just on the brink of curly, that I'm always trying to straighten. My eyes are boring af because they're brown. I've always wanted to change my eye color. I'm also 5'2 but my license says 5'3.

As far as additional "trivia" goes, I'm super nerdy so I have lots fandoms and specific interests. I've struggled with OCD since I was basically a toddler but I'm only just now getting the hang of getting through it! I'm very possessive and sometimes I'm a little (extremely) bossy.

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I hope you like them! Both ships are under the cut!

Buffy The Vampire Slayer:

This was a hard choice, but I finally landed on Buffy.

I think she could handle the bossiness lol but you get along really well and never step on each other's toes. She admires your caring nature and how much you care about people. She encourages your writing, and is always there to help if you get stuck or need ideas. She loves your hair no matter how you have it, and she adores your eyes.

Best-Friend: Willow. You two (along with Xander on occasion) nerd out over various shows/movies/books, and get along great.

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Star Wars:

Another hard decision, but I chose Poe.

I think Poe would actually really like the more bossy side of you, and would often bicker with you on purpose (never about anything serious, he just thinks you are cute when you get passionate about stuff.) He enjoys reading your writing, depending on if you let him read it or not. Poe is definitley a gift giver, and also keeps anything you give him too. He also loves listening to you play your Cello.

Best-Friend: Finn. Once you met him through Poe, the three of you because very close, and though Finn is not as close to you as Poe, you are like siblings in a lot of ways

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sunshinesteviee · 5 years ago

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I wanna write a new peter parker series. I have it narrowed down to two but I don't think either would do well. Advice? Would you need summaries? I'm just torn up about it and have been for a greater amount of the past year

hi love! feel free to send me the summaries (either here or dm me!)!!! also -- i totally get feeling like they won’t do well, but don’t let that stop you!! i’ve learned that you have to write what you want to write, otherwise it’s not worth it. but yes! feel free to send me summaries and i’ll try to help :)

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The Robe and Crown [18+]

The Robe and Crown: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel and Tommy are raiders. Not by choice, not for the thrill. They’re doing what they must to survive. So why, then, is Joel letting you tag along when you’re just another mouth to feed? [Installment 1 of 4]

CONTENT WARNING: dark fic. Weird fic? Like, Cult stuff. Beatings, whippings. Handmaid’s Tale level subjugation of women. Smut with dubious consent, past physical abuse. Past sexual abuse. TLOU-level violence and language. More warnings to be added if necessary?

If you think that the apocalypse can’t be any weirder, you’re asking it to prove you wrong. That’s the one thing Joel had learned in the three and half years since the world ended. He’d had some idea before of just how crazy some people out there were, but the things he had seen first-hand after outbreak day had changed his perspective on the world.

Making their way north proved slower than they had anticipated. Joel and Tommy were traveling together in a pack of five total, hoping the rumors of more-humane QZs in New England were true. The married couple and ex-marine they had picked up in New Orleans were as skeptical as Joel, but Tommy maintained enough hope for all of them that there was something in Boston worth the journey.

Now, though, stuck in winter in Appalachia and running low on food and gear, it was obvious that they were going to have to get creative. Joel had a plan to raid the stockpile at a nearby church—the place was free of infected, and had more than they could carry in the way of emergency supplies. Armed guards were stationed outside of the chapel, but they seemed easy enough to distract and, at this point, Joel had no problem with taking them down if it came to that.

No problem at all.

Joel had never claimed to be a good person. He knew what he was—a killer, a manipulator, a survivor. He knew he was violent, erratic, and ruthless. He knew that there was blood on his hands from people who deserved better. Joel knew that he was bad people, and he had come to terms with that.

Still, Joel Miller wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t a sadist, wasn’t cold, wasn’t cruel for the sake of cruelty. He did what he had to, but he wasn’t a demon. He surely wasn’t the devil himself.

But he was about to meet him.

Only one man was stationed at the back entrance. A foolish mistake, Joel thought, but he wasn’t complaining. The guard hadn’t even seen Joel coming until it was too late, and a strong arm around his neck was leaving him incapacitated. Tommy went in first, trigger-happy as always. They hadn’t expected the room to be vacant, but Joel was still surprised when Tommy ushered him in to greet a group of three.

An old man, a young man, and you.

The provisions were stacked behind the pews, just as expected, but Joel couldn’t make himself focus on the task of grabbing whatever looked useful. The younger man pulled a pistol from a holster on his side, holding it out shakily. He couldn’t decide whether to point it at Joel or at Tommy. On any other day, neither one of them would have hesitated to shoot the man and go about their day. The problem was, the image in front of Joel had him utterly stunned.

“Jesus,” Tommy whispered. Anger brewed in Joel’s gut.

The older man stood in the center of the pulpit—a Bible in one hand and a scourge in the other. He seemed unphased by the intrusion, continuing to spout scripture in a patronizing, almost bored tone. You were facing away from the elder, kneeling in front of him with nothing on but your undergarments. You held your arms to your chest, covering your front as he brought down the whip repeatedly on your back. It looked like all three of you had been there awhile.

For a moment, Joel locked eyes with you. A young woman, barely old enough to call a woman, with welts and lashes covering your frame. You looked healthier than most of the people he’d come across, judging by the soft layer of fat and water covering a well-toned physique and a surprisingly large frame. He expected��well, at this point Joel didn’t know what he should be expecting, but still—some sort of fear or pain to be painted on your face. He expected you to be bound in place, forced to take the beating with rope tying you to the altar. None of this was what he saw.

Your expression was entirely distant. It was numb, or even calm. Your hands were folded obediently across your chest and you made little movement as the whip made contact with your skin over and over again. Joel couldn’t understand what he was seeing—why were you letting this happen? Judging by your frame, you seemed more than capable of overpowering the elder. Hell, you could probably knock Joel on his ass if you caught him off guard.

You broke your gaze away from him, the same distant eyes staring down at the floor instead of at Joel. The younger man’s arrogant voice made Joel look up.

“You can’t be here,” he spat at the two brothers. His gun was decidedly trained on Tommy now, as his sawed off shotgun pointed right back. Tommy’s tone was generous, but non-negotiable.

“We ain’t here for you,” he explained. “We’re gonna take our fill of food and supplies, and we’re gonna leave. No need for a fuss.”

But the young man wasn’t satisfied. Neither was Joel.

“What’re you doing to her?” He heard himself ask. The scripture the old man was spouting was way too pretentious for him. He could make out a couple of words—general church talk like “sin” and “penance” and “salvation”—but everything else was lost on him. Joel didn’t know why he was so angry.

“You need to leave,” the young man repeated.

Joel drew his gun. “Answer me.”

“Joel, let’s just—” Tommy tried.

“You better start fucking talking.” By this time, the elder had looked up from his book, an unphased expression on his face. Joel almost had the inkling that he should be pointing the gun at the old man instead, but it stayed trained on the spot between the eyes of the younger.

Tommy started backing toward the stockpile, not wanting an unnecessary commotion. The young man stuttered when Joel’s gun leveled with his face.

“My—my wife. She’s receiving discipline—mortification of the flesh. The penance… we’re hoping that God will bless us with a child.”

The anger in Joel’s gut began to rise to his throat. “You’re telling me you’re beating this girl ‘cause you can’t knock her up? How the hell is that her fault?”

Tommy was stuffing meds in his pack. “We don’t got time for this, Joel. It isn’t our business.”

“Behold,” the old man interjected. He seemed at most inconvenienced by the armed men yelling at him. “Children are a gift of the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth.”

“I don’t much like poetry,” Joel muttered.

The old man shook his head. “No other woman in this village is barren. A woman without her womb is a candle without a wick. This girl shames us all. She shames her husband. There must be retribution.”

The anger was in Joel’s throat, bubbling into his mouth. He almost swore he could feel steam coming out of his ears. Why was he so angry? He didn’t know this girl. This wasn’t his business. He just needed food.

“Those provisions are for the children,” the young man griped. “I can’t let you take them.”

“There’ll be plenty left,” Tommy argued.

Joel didn’t care about the food. “How is this her fault?”

The young man’s tone grew shorter. “It’s none of your concern.”

Joel pulled back the hammer on his gun. “Tell me.”

“The Lord demands retribution from all sinners.” He tried.

“That doesn’t answer my fucking question. What has she done wrong?”

The young man snapped. “I have no use for a woman who can’t make me a father. She better hope the reverend can beat some purpose back into her.”

And Joel snapped, too.

The young man’s body fell limp on the ground—a round, clean hole between his eyes leaking blood onto the altar. A shrill, muted cry of horror escaped your mouth, but you didn’t move. Joel’s hand rose steadily until the gun was pointed at the older man. The reverend snapped shut his book and set aside the scourge. He was plenty self-assured for a man staring down a gun.

“The discipline is finished for today.” He spoke simply. His eyes danced along the lifeless body of your husband, not an ounce of fear or hurt inside of the gaze. The reverend threw a robe in your general direction and, when he turned away, you scrambled to wrap it around your half-naked body.

“How big is this village?” Joel inquired. He knew the sound of the gunshot would be drawing more men. Tommy was his only reinforcement for now, but he wasn’t too concerned about their odds.

“Big enough to need a leader, son.” The elder stepped forward. Tommy started throwing things in Joel’s pack. “And certainly big enough to avenge one.”

“This ain’t leadership,” Joel spouted. He figured he should just shoot the man and get on with his journey before there was a full shoot-out on his hands, but Joel pressed on. Something about the situation, he couldn’t fathom. He wanted to know. “My mother took me to church every Sunday for eighteen years. Never once did I see my preacher beat a girl senseless, much less for something she can’t even help.”

A crooked grin grew on the reverend’s face.

“And where is your preacher now?”

Joel’s grip tightened on the gun. He should just pull the trigger.

“I am building life out of ashes. Keeping folks in line with God through the end of days. This ain’t Sunday School, and it ain’t sunshine and roses. This village survives through order and obedience. You’ve already given me a young widow to deal with. Take your pick of the food and leave.”

The reverend’s hand came to the back of your head, petting your hair. You closed your eyes and held yourself still.

He muttered, not quiet enough for Joel to miss it. “Not that anyone would want this one.”

“Joel, we gotta go.” Tommy zipped his pack and motioned for the door. They both knew more men were waiting outside for them.

“How much ammo you got left?”

Tommy shook his head. Joel fumbled for the knife in his coat. The reverend sighed dramatically.

“I would rather there not be a bloodbath in my chapel. It will do us no good to lose any more men.”

“Yeah? Well we’re not leavin’ without the food.” Tommy pointed his gun at the door. “Why don’t you go tell your men to look the other way?”

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement.” Joel didn’t want an agreement. He didn’t want to look the other way. He didn’t know what he wanted, but it wasn’t to walk away with two packs full of food and forget that this happened.

The reverend’s face shifted, like an idea had befell him.

“You’re raiders, aren’t you?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, throwing you forward. “Here, then. Take the spoils of war. I’ll tell them to stand down.”

The…the spoils of war? Joel would have tasted bile in his throat if fire hadn’t gotten there first.

You immediately scrambled to Joel’s side. Obedient. Joel scoffed. “How very godly of you.”

The reverend only sighed. “Read the scripture. Deuteronomy 21. You’re within your right to take her. Just try not to make a widow of any more of my men’s wives.”

You stood idly with your arms by your sides. Joel thought you looked like someone on autopilot—going through the motions, following directions, but otherwise barely there. When your eyes locked with his again, there was a tinge of something beyond the haze. Something that made Joel all the more angry. Something he didn’t know how to describe.

But he knew that he couldn’t leave you here. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. For all this talk of God, the man before him was surely the devil. And Joel couldn’t leave a young woman alone with the devil.

Joel should have just shot the man when he had the chance. Now he was outgunned. Outnumbered. All he could do was grit his teeth and nod his head—a succinct, curt nod—and the reverend was leading the three of you out through the crowd of armed men that were waiting outside.

The reverend called to the men, as if making a formal proclamation. “These men are raiders who’ve killed one of our own. They are, within their right, taking a small amount of provisions in agreement to lay down arms.”

He gestured to Joel. “As he has made her a widow, this man now claims our daughter of God as his wife. She will be leaving with them.”

As his wife? Joel didn’t know if that made the implications better or worse in all of this. Either way, it left a sour taste in his mouth.

It set Joel’s teeth on edge that the men seemed unbothered with this proclamation. They turned their guns toward the ground as Joel and Tommy passed through, with you sandwiched in the middle of them. The same distant expression was still on your face, though silent tears had started streaming down. You walked away from the church and around the corner, until the men were no longer in view. With only a robe covering you, you shivered in the cold.

He had no idea what to say to you. What to do. How to even start. Tommy led the three of you to where Joel had left the horses, and it was eerily quiet. It only occurred to Joel after two blocks of walking that you hadn’t hesitated to follow him out of the church.

“I want to make sure those wounds on your back don’t get infected. After that, you can go.”

You glared at him, puzzled.

He added. “I’ll give you a coat.”

For the first time, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Go?”

Tommy moved to untie the horses. He didn’t seem to be happy with the new addition. “We can get you to the Charlotte QZ. We don’t have room for hitchhikers.”

“Tommy.” Joel grimaced at the label. Hitchhiker.

You blinked at him. “You want me to go?”

Joel pulled himself onto his horse, offering his hand while Tommy boosted you up from behind. You hissed when his palm made accidental contact with a laceration on your side.

“I figured you’d want to get somewhere safe. They got electricity in the QZs. They have rations.”

You hesitantly wrapped your arms around Joel’s stomach, steadying yourself on the horse. He flinched under the touch initially. His body heat was warm against your skin, but you didn’t dare lean any closer.

Joel flinched again when your voice rang softly in his ears. “I thought that you wanted…”

You couldn’t exactly form the words to finish your sentence.

“We gotta get going.” Tommy mounted his own horse, wasting no time in directing her forward. “Iz and Mateo are gonna assume we’re dead if we don’t get back to the randevou spot by dark.”

“Maybe they found somewhere to hole up that still has running water,” Joel pondered aloud.

“Sure fuckin’ hope so,” Tommy quipped.

Joel was more comfortable with your voice this time. “You’re not alone?”

“There’s five of us.” Joel shook his head. “But a lot of good safety in numbers does when we split up all the fucking time.”

Tommy let out a dry laugh.

You cleared your throat. “There isn’t a quarantine zone in Charlotte anymore.”

Joel turned his head, as if to look back at you. “How do you know?”

“I watched it fall,” you replied solemnly.

Tommy pondered out loud. “You reckon there’s one up in Raleigh?”

“That’s a long fucking detour. We’re better off just going straight to Boston.” Joel jutted his leg against his horse, moving ahead of Tommy.

He rolled his eyes. “We got two packs of food, Joel. Split that five ways, it’ll last a few weeks. If we’re lucky.”

“You don’t know that the lovebirds didn’t find more supplies.” The lovebirds, of course, being the young married couple Joel and Tommy were traveling with, Isabelle and Mateo.

Tommy stopped in his path. His voice rose in volume. “Joel, what are you doing?”

You both turned to look back at him. Tommy’s expression was deadpan, exasperated.

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. We don’t need another mouth to feed.” You flinched at his words—at the short tone of his voice. You turned to stare at Joel’s back, holding yourself steady.

“Don’t take that personally,” Joel whispered to you. “It’s been a hard couple of months.”

He projected his voice—and attention—to Tommy.

“I’m not leaving her here. We’ll get more food.” Joel’s horse picked up more speed, and Tommy’s followed suit. “I’ve been feeding you for thirty-four years, Tommy. Don’t hear me complaining.”

Tommy scoffed, muttering, “You do plenty fuckin’ complaining.”

That was where the conversation ended. You rode in silence all the way to the randevou.

~~•~~

Isabelle’s clothes were too small to fit you. Instead, Joel simply offered you one of his shirts while Mateo’s pants seemed to be the closest to your general size. The both of them eyed you suspiciously, but they eyed Joel more suspiciously when they saw a young, half-naked woman on the back of his horse. The lovebirds didn’t dare comment on your presence, though. Joel had kept them all alive for this long—he could bring along whomever he pleased.

The last member of the group, a combat veteran named Colin, arrived shortly after the lovebirds did. While the couple had managed to grab another duffel full of provisions, the ex-marine had managed the biggest strike of luck—hot water. A solar-powered farmhouse in the next town over seemed virtually untouched from outbreak day. Mateo called first dibs on the lone shower inside of the house. Everyone would get their turn eventually, though.

“Radiators are busted,” Tommy observed. He tinkered with all the appliances in the house upon entry, while Isabelle logged all of the food they had found and planned a meal for the night.

“You think we can get away with lighting a fire?” Colin checked the locks on all of the doors.

“I doubt anyone will see it,” Joel decided. “But if they do, let ‘em come. I’m tired of sleeping in the fuckin’ cold.”

Mateo emerged from the bathroom with still-wet hair. He was wearing sweats, but no shirt, and he looked to be in absolute bliss.

“That’s the best fucking shower I’ve had in three years.” He grinned. Droplets fell from the black curls on his head and he ran his fingers through the mop of hair.

Iz cooed from her spot in the kitchen. “It’s the little things, isn’t it?”

“What’re we cooking, chef?” Tommy called back to her.

“There was a lot of canned soup in those apartments,” she explained. “And we actually got fresh meat this time. So, venison in gravy. Over rice.”

“We got rice!” Mateo smiled wider.

Isabelle laughed. “Lap of luxury, baby. It’s almost ready.”

Joel went about exploring the basement of the house while Tommy finished his tinkering with the water heater. As Colin stoked the meager fire in the fireplace, Mateo took the opportunity to shave in front of an actual bathroom vanity. No one noticed how you silently moved behind Iz in the kitchen, gathering dishes and forks and towels and setting the dining table like a picturesque scene from the Waltons.

“Food’s done!” She called loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Joel froze in place as he reached the top of the steps. Isabelle only looked amused as she sat the pots of food on the table.��

That little feeling in his chest was heating up again and, even though it wasn’t anger, Joel felt himself tense his jaw and clench his fists. Mateo and Colin took seats at the table without comment. When Tommy came into the room, he laughed.

“Since when do we eat like this?” He eyed Isabelle, who shook her head at him.

For some reason, Joel didn’t find it funny. “We don’t.”

He grabbed his plate, plopped a helping of food on top of it, and left the room.

The rest of you ate in silence, save for Mateo’s inappropriate noises of content every few bites. You focused on your food, methodically eating bite after bite and not daring to look up at any of the others. Save for the occasional glance from Tommy, none of them took the chance to look at you, either. But dinner was good, and warm and filling. So, you supposed all was well.

Joel scarfed down his food just as fast as always. He didn’t bother savoring the fresh meat, too busy focusing on the ramming of his heart against his chest.

…what the fuck was going on with him?

He hadn’t sat down at a table to eat dinner in years. In three and a half years, actually. Not since his 36th birthday. Not since he’d forgotten to buy the pancake mix.

But it wasn’t just that. Joel had spent enough time with his grief to know that feeling by now. There was something else. Something about that damn look in your eyes that he couldn’t identify. Something about the way the reverend had sneered and offered him the spoils of war. Something about how you didn’t protest when he all but threw you into Joel’s arms. It didn’t sit right.

He couldn’t pretend to be a man of God by any metric. The last time Joel had set foot in a church was when Sarah had been baptized as a baby, and that was mostly to put her grandparents’ minds at ease. Joel wasn’t exactly born again, but he had spent enough time in the pews as a child to know what church was supposed to be. And this simply wasn’t it. Joel had come across a lot of strange things in the past three years. Clickers, raiders, slavers. Cannibals, even. But he hadn’t come across something like this.

And you? Whoever you were, whatever this church had done to you? It dumbfounded him. He couldn’t let it go—and he downrighted hated that he couldn’t let it go.

His plate was empty, but the burning in his chest didn’t stop.

When Joel finally made his way back up to the ground floor, the table was clean and the group had disbanded around the place. Isabelle and Mateo shared the couch while Tommy snored softly in the recliner beside it. Colin laid claim to the bedroom on the first floor, shutting in early and vowing to shower in the morning. You weren’t there, which made Joel’s heart sink.

“Where is she?” He muttered. Mateo saw the look on his face and shook his head in reassurance.

“Taking a bath. We figured she should go first, and Tommy said something about her back?”

Joel ran his hand over his face. “Yeah. Gotta make sure she doesn’t need patchin’ up. I don’t think she was bleeding much.”

Isabelle grimaced. Her words fell on dead silence.

“What happened?”

And Joel felt like his dinner might come back up. Tommy had stopped snoring, but his eyes were still closed. Joel figured he was pretending to be asleep, which was probably for the best. He leaned against the wall where the fireplace was, letting the heat soak into his side.

“I don’t know how to explain it.” His eyes flashed to the floor and back up. “But I couldn’t leave her there. She probably doesn’t want to talk about it, either.”

“So… she’s with us now?” Mateo questioned. Joel nodded.

Isabelle leaned into his chest, a tired smile creeping at her lips.

“I guess we should learn her name, then.”

~~•~~

Joel couldn’t bring himself to appreciate the hot shower. There was more tension in his muscles than a few minutes of steam could work out, more grime and filth under his skin than on top of it. Still, the warm water felt nice on his face. The smell of shampoo was a nice contrast to the bar soap he’d been using to bathe in streams and lakes over the past months. He took his sweet time underneath the stream of hot water.

Tommy had laid claim to the couch to sleep for the night. Mateo was upstairs in one of the bedrooms, waiting for Isabelle to join him after she took her own bath. And again, Joel didn’t know where you were when he emerged from the bathroom, but there were only a handful of places to hole up in a house so small.

His knees creaked as he made his way up the narrow set of stairs to the second floor of the home—more accurately an insulated attic than an actual floor of its own. Still, there were two bedrooms atop the main level, and a snoring Mateo alerted Joel to which one was his own.

He opened the door slowly. The room was barely big enough for a chest of drawers and a bed, the latter of which was neatly made with fresh seats.

And which you were sitting on the edge of, arms crossed in your lap and wearing nothing but your briefs and the shirt that Joel had lent you. Again, your eyes were hazy as they met with Joel’s. But your expression wasn’t so vacant this time. It was anxious. And Joel felt himself blush as he stepped into the room.

“Having trouble sleeping?” He asked quietly. You gave a confused look. “I didn’t realize you were up here. I’ll go to the basement.”

You shook your head. “I was waiting for you.”

“You…what?” Joel absently closed the door behind him. His heart panged in his chest, then he remembered. “Oh. Your back.”

He moved closer to the bed and you frowned at him. “Isabelle bandaged it for me. She said it will heal just fine.”

“Good—that’s good,” he stuttered. Joel didn’t know what to do from there.

There was an awkwardly long silence, and then Joel shuddered when you spoke again.

“Where do you want me?”

He was confused. Heat seared in his throat. “What do you mean? I told you I would take the couch.”

“But that isn’t… right…” you trailed, struggling to explain. You didn’t understand why he didn’t understand. “I wouldn’t make you do that.”

“Uhm…okay?” Joel stared at you.

You repeated, “but where do you want me?”

He scoffed, dumbfounded. “I guess the couch.”

You closed your eyes, hands still folded in your lap. Joel got the feeling that he had done something wrong.

He heard himself stutter out, “Is there something I’m missing?”

“You killed my husband.” The blank expression was back. “I watched you shoot him.”

Joel’s face was on fire. His chest was on fire.

“I did.” He shifted his weight. “Are you gonna try to kill me, now?”

The look on your face was utterly offended.

“Why would I do that?”

Joel almost could have laughed.“Wh—I…I don’t know what you want from me.”

And then you nodded, and Joel’s whole body was on fire.

“I know what you want from me.”

Oh, God. He was burning alive. Joel could actually feel the flames on his skin. Your expression was deadpan.

You punctuated each word.

“Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you. So where do you want me?”

~~•~~

so uhhh. Yeah, second installment coming out pretty immediately. I know this is a weird religious cult fic with an oddly specific reader backstory but like… sue me?

I’m going to tag @romanarose just because I was an absolute menace to her about this fic. Also my guys @rmoonstoner @theaussiedragon

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h3k3t · 2 years ago

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I will have you know that I've never watched or read GoT OR HoD, but you reblogging Aemond asks has really made me fall for him. I have my own idea of who he is and it's crazy because I'm actually feeling inspired to write an original story (shocking that I actually have the inspiration now!) but long story short, that mf is hot as hell

This message made my evening fr

I recommend you watch Hotd, Got is a bit too demanding with its 8 seasons, but Hotd is worth watching.

Aemond is hot as hell, you are not wrong, I will not lie. And personally I like to reblog the most beautiful gifs/edits and the writing-works that in my opinion are more close or similar to his character (I think it's the minimum also to thank all the authors and the effort they put in ❤️)

I'm glad you feel inspired, and if by chance you write something I'll be really happy to read it!

#[h3k3t reply ]#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #starfirette

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elitespacefreak · 3 years ago

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That's actually so heart warming tho!!!!

I thought so!! In my head they’re like partners in chaos lmao

#asks #starfirette #I love them agakdhajfkshjgjsjfks

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anlian-aishang · 3 years ago

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I've been feeling awful lately but your small act of kindness really made my entire weekend so much better. Thank you so much ❤️

omg, please ~ it was nothing, darling! I am so happy to hear from you and glad that your day improved!!! :] wishing happiness, health, love, joy, and all that is good your way! always feel free to reach out if there is ever anything i can help with ^^ lots of love, honey-bee!

#starfirette #chats #WHOLESOME INBOXES #alias's #asks #answers

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ultimatespider · 7 years ago

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My best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with a girl who saw Tom pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.

damn it did tom just watch infinity war again at 31 flavors???

#starfirette #shu's asks

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lilmaymayy · 2 years ago

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idk what brought me into an edward/rob phase but woo😮‍💨😮‍💨I LOVE THIS

Why he broke up with you

Rob Pattinson character dump

✨ Cedric Diggory, Neil, Edward Cullen, and Bruce Wayne

✨this is just filler. I have a spicy mcu! May Parker fic coming up (gender neutral reader!) but I'm writing this at Harris teeter lmao. I've gotten some GOOD ASS requests and I'm so excited to write them all! For now, here is this Rob Pattinson character thing

✨masterlist | requests are open for fics and for ships, but only for one more day!!! Send any in if you have them! My rules and fandoms list are here

Cedric broke up with you because his father. His father didn't like you because your father and paternal side of the family were death eaters. Your mother managed to get away with you and any of your siblings.

If you're a Slytherin then that makes it a little bit worse. Amos is truly a good man. It's not so much that he doesn't like you as much as it's the fact your father was a death eater. Your father was an active death eater.

Cedric always loved you, even after the break up he remained close to you. He insisted yoh tei could be friends. You were the one taken into the lake. "I'm just his friend," you told the headmaster meekly as you agreed to be apart of the task.

Dumbledore's just sent you a little look over his crescent glasses. He didn't press the matter but hell, even he knew that you and Cedric would never be "just friends."

Cedric took you to the Yule ball as a friend. He stole kisses from you, but as a friend. Before he went into the final task of the tournament he swore to you he'd win you back. He'd make it all up to you. He didn't care what his father thought. "Just wait here. Watch me win. I'm not doing this for anyone else but you."

After Cedric dies, Amos takes it out on you.

Cedric's mother keeps in touch with you, on the down low. She sends you some of his things. A few of his sweaters and one of his house ties.

If you're a Hufflepuff (hufflepuff pride runs in my blood) then you wear his tie every day with your uniform. If you're another house, you wear his tie like an accessory, or you cuddle with it at night.

It hurts to know that when Cedric died, he wasn't your boyfriend.

Especially when you're older. As an adult, meeting for lunch with Cedric's mom, she tells you that Cedric swore up and down he would marry you. Cedric never paid mind to his father's quarrels with you. It was always Cedric's intention to go back after you, despite breaking up.

Neil

"What's happened's happened."

That's generally the philosophy Neil goes by.

But you were the one person he was willing to break all the rules for.

You were dead. You died, pregnant with his child, all because of your relationship with Neil.

Neil, who typically was so logical and strict, defied everything he stood for and he went back to make a different choice. Not even Protague could stop him.

It was hard work. And it didn't pay off. Fixing that one mistake didn't save your life. What he thought was over happened again, and you died, and your child died.

So he did it again.

And he did it four more times after that.

And finally he realized there was one more option; the last resort.

He stopped himself from ever pursuing you.

Your relationship was done. It had never happened. You were just some person apart of Tenent. Only Protague knew about why could have been; what had been. It pained Neil to watch you work without even realizing he had been the love of your life.

You talked to him and regarded him as strange because he always looked at you with weird grief.

It hurts to watch you live your life. You were ever ignorant of the very person you had to work side by side with.

^ @robpattinsongifs

Edward Cullen

Jasper almost killed your mother.

A close call. Very close.

You and Edward sat down that night as Carlisle tended to her wounds. You asked Edward how to proceed from there. How could you keep the Volturi away from your dear mother? Now two humans knew the secrets of Forks, and the Volturi wouldn't take kindly to that.

"What can we do?" You pressed as you squeezed Edward's hand. "Maybe there's a vampire that can actually use that kind control. That compulsion. It's a myth for a reason, right? Some vampire can likely just make her forget it ever happened?"

Edward told you he would take care of it.

And of course that meant he was leaving town. Leaving the entire country.

Saying goodbye to you was hard, because you knew what he was doing. You didn't belive any of the "I don't love you anymore" bullshit Edward tried to pull.

But you ultimately couldn't stop him from leaving town. It hurts to know that, in spite of the disasterous split, Edward still loves you too.

Bruce Wayne

A continuation...

As his career as Batman progresses, he fades away. His entire life has been consumed by the devil; his other half had once been you. Now it's the Bat.

He will always love you. You will always be the one for him. But he's no longer living a regular life. Bruce Wayne isn't even his real self; the millionaire ceo is the real facade.

Batman doesn't make for a good lover. He can't love you right. He's afraid that he'll drag you down with him.

Similar to Edward, he says things to hurt you in an effort to really get the job done. And you belive them.

"I'll never marry you. I'll never want to marry you. I don't want a life with you. I don't want to have your children. I just want to be alone for once."

It hurts to watch the heartbreak in your eyes. Your spirit was snuffed out like a candlelight and you went numb. You quietly left his life; and he was, from then in, truly alone.

#starfirette writes #rob pattinson #robert pattinson #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen imagine #neil tenet x reader #neil imagine #neil imagine tenet #neil x reader tenent #neil imagine tenent

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sevensity · 7 years ago

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Me, finding this blog: wow I love this blog Me, finding V's cactus dick: WOW I LOVE THIS BLOG

V’s cactus dick is what brings everyone to the yard

#the only wholesome thing on this blog #are his prickly genitals #asdfghjl #senpai responds #mystic messenger #starfirette

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holdmytesseract · 2 years ago

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If you are seeking soon to be dad Daryl, what about a fic where Y/n gets pregnant but she's scared to tell Daryl because what happened to Lori? Maybe she is finally able to tell him when they get reunited after the prison falls and by then she's already showing? Idk I know it says requests are closed but I saw your post!

Blessing in Disguise

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After discovering that you are pregnant, you don't know what to do; being utterly afraid after what happened to Lori. You don't even have the chance to tell it your boyfriend, Daryl, because after the prison fell, you and Daryl get separated. Can you find him again and finally be brave enough to tell him?

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, mentions of birth and pregnancy, fluff!

Set in Season 4/5!

Word Count: 4,6k (Whopsies...)

a/n: I promised y'all a new Daryl fic and here it is! ☺️ Thank you for this wonderful request @starfirette ! ☺️ I loved, loved, loved to write this! 🥰 I hope you like it. ☺️ I changed the timeline a little bit - and I uh, may have ignored the existence of Mika and Lizzie, because I somehow struggled a lot to write them. I hope that's okay. 🙈

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Biting your lip nervously, you watched your friend from afar, loading stuff in a car. He was alone, so your only opportunity to ask was probably now - or never. Taking a deep breath, you bit the bullet and walked over to him. "Hey, uh, Glenn?" The black-haired man turned to face you. "Oh, hey Y/N. What's up?" He asked you, smiling. "Can... Can you please get me something from the drugstore you're going to?" "Sure thing, no problem. What is it?" You bit your lip again; shaky fingers handed over a small piece of paper. Glenn took it and slowly unfolded it. His gaze scanned the written words, eyes widening. "Y-Y/N this... This is-" "I know, Glenn, I know. Please, keep this to yourself, okay?" "Of course, but... You know that everyone says I'm bad at keeping secrets?" You sighed, rubbing the heels of your hands in your eyes. "Yes, but you're my best friend. I trust you." The Korean nodded, "You got a point there..." and stuffed the note inside his jeans pocket. "Don't forget it, please." "I won't, promise."

You spent the time walking from one place to the next. Your mind was restless, and so was your body. A billion 'What if...' questions were running through your head on lighting speed. It felt like your skull was going to burst any second. The wait for Glenn to return was almost unbearable. "Y/N? You alright?" Maggie's voice cut through the loud noises in your head. Blinking, you stopped in your motions; looking up to face her. "Y-Yeah, of course." The woman looked at you quite a bit sceptically. "Are you sure? You seem really... uneasy and nervous. Something wrong between you and Daryl?" You quickly shook your head at your friend's words. "No, no! Everything's perfectly fine! We're good. I'm good!" Maggie eyed you a second time doubtfully, "Alright." before she turned around to leave again. You breathed out relieved, closing your eyes. Gods... That was hell.

About two hours later, Glenn and a few Woodbury people came back from the run. Subtly, your best friend handed you the small bag. "You got it?" He nodded. "Yeah. Brought three different brands." You stared at the bag, taking it into your hands. "Thank you." "Of course." You gave Glenn a small smile, which he returned. "You can talk to me about... You know. I-I'm always here for you." "I know - and I appreciate it so much." Before the Korean could even answer, you had pulled him into a big hug.

Now you sat in the cell you shared with Daryl - who was on a hunt at the moment, on the bed, staring at the bag in your hands. You had to do it. You just had to. You needed to know. So, you grabbed all three packages and sneaked into the prison 'bathroom'. Taking the tests were easy. Waiting five minutes for them to show a result was excruciating. Once again you found yourself walking up and down the room, hoping for once time would pass faster. At some point you couldn't take it anymore. You had to look; waited clearly long enough. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you stepped over to one of the sinks - where you had placed all three tests, and taking a look at them. The first one. Positive. The second test. Positive. And the third result. Positive. "Fuck..." You were pregnant – without a doubt.

Shock wasn't the right word to describe your emotions right now. It wasn't really a shock, since you had the assumption; showing the typical signs for over a week now. Fear and panic were better words. In another world, you would've been happy. Having a baby with the man you loved was everything you ever wanted. Daryl was that man. The rotten, destroyed and dangerous world was a big problem, sure. Not just the walkers were a big threat. The disease, which roamed the prison had been a problem, but also other people out there. People like the Governor, for example. But now that you had the prison back and successfully defended your home against that psychopath, you weren't that concerned about the circumstances and surroundings. The prison was safe. What was a bigger problem and the cause for your main fear and panic, was what had happened only a few months ago... Judith's birth, and Lori's death. She died, birthing a child - and that was what gave you the chills. What if the same fate befell you? What if you were going to die as well, bringing yours and Daryl's baby into this world? Like Lori already once said… This wasn't a hospital. Sure, you had medical supplies - but not enough for a c-section or worse. If there would be complications, you were sure going to die - and you didn't want that. Despite that, it was already kinda hard enough to provide for one baby, but two? You didn't know. You really didn't know. What were you going to do now?

Driven by the panic coursing through your system, you went on search for Glenn. You needed to talk - and your best friend was your safe haven right now. Telling Daryl wasn't an option. Not just because he wasn't here at the moment anyway - which had left you worried sick enough, but also because you just were too afraid. You didn't want to do this to him. If you were really going to die during childbirth, you would put even more weight on his shoulders. He already had to carry enough.

"Glenn?!" You shouted up the guard tower, knowing that he was on watch at the moment. Seconds later, the door sprung open and his head appeared. "Y/N?" He shouted back. "Can... Can I come up?" You choked out; the tears on the brink of falling. "Uh, sure!" Quickly, you made your way up the stairs and through the doors. "T-Thanks." "Sure thing. Did you take the- You did." Glenn said, turning to face you and noticing the tears in your eyes immediately. "Is it... positive?" You nodded. Glenn's eyes widened. "You are... pregnant?" Once again you nodded; having lost the ability to form words. Without another sentence, Glenn bridged the distance between you and him and hugged you close. A big hug - exactly what you needed right now.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. The only thing which could be heard, were your quiet sobs of desperation.

"W-What am I doing now, Glenn?" He pulled back from the hug, looking at you a bit confused. "What, uh, do you mean?" You blinked, staring at your best friend. Was he serious right now? He didn't get it? "Glenn, I... I can't have that baby!" And again the black-haired man's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You want to...?" Shrugging your shoulders, more tears started to fall. "N-No, but... I'm afraid of being pregnant; of birthing that baby. You know what happened to Lori! What if this happens to me, too!" Glenn immediately shook his head. "It won't, Y/N. Judith's birth went wrong, because Hershel wasn't with her. Lori was at the wrong place on the wrong time, unfortunately. It won't happen to you." You scoffed, not seeing this as easy as him. "That may be true, but what if Hershel can't be with me as well, huh? For any reason? And nevertheless, this ain't a hospital... It's a goddamn prison." The Korean sighed, tried to reassure you further, but it was no use. "I'm going to take you to Hershel now." He said, grabbing gently your arm and pulling you with him. "W-Why?" "Because maybe he can reassure you; and especially prevent you from having a panic attack." You said nothing; knew that he was actually right, so you didn't protest.

Passing by a lot of familiar faces on the way - due to the people from Woodbury your group had taken in in the prison, Glenn brought you to the small infirmary, where he was surely working.

"Hershel?" Glenn called out, trespassing the big doors with you. "I'm here." You heard the elder man call out, before he stepped out of one of the cells turned hospital rooms. "Glenn, what can I- Oh, hello Y/N." Neither of you said a thing, causing Hershel to look confused at the both of you and get closer. "Is everything alright?" Glenn turned to face you, squeezing your shoulder gently. "I'll leave you to it." With those words and a smile, he disappeared through the doors again, leaving you alone with Hershel. "Are you not feeling well, dear?" "Y-Yes." What were you saying? "N-No, I-" Even more overwhelmed now, you took a deep breath, trying to get yourself together. Hershel could see how you struggled; that you were rattled and of course, that something was bothering you. "Come, Y/N, let's sit down." The older man gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to follow him. He guided you into an empty room, in which he told you to sit on the small bed. "I'll be right back." You nodded, still too shaken up to form words.

A few minutes later, Hershel came back with a water bottle, handing it over to you. "Drink." You nodded once again, twisted the cap open and took a few big sips. "Good. Now take a few deep breaths and tell me what's wrong - if you feel up to it." You did what Hershel instructed you to do; took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You needed that. You didn't know it, but you needed that. "Thank you." The man nodded at you, giving you another small smile. "O-Okay, so... Um, I... I wasn't feeling that well for the last few days. Always tired, no matter how much I slept. Sometimes, I had a bit nausea and mood swings... A-And I had to pee more often." You paused for a moment, fiddling nervously with your hands. A look into Hershel's face told you that he already knew what you were trying to say. After all, he was a doctor, but he didn't interrupt you; let you speak on. "W-Well, I counted one and one together and... Glenn brought me three tests. I just took them and..." "They're positive?" You nodded, clenching your jaw in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "W-What do I do now, Hershel?" The older man reached his hand over to gently place it on yours. "Be happy about it. This is a gift. A wonder." You scoffed, controlled by your fear once again. "It wasn't a gift for Lori, was it?" Hershel sighed, knowing exactly what you meant. "What happened to Lori was an accident. It was the wrong place and the wrong situation." "That may be true, but what if I'm going to die, too? What if this baby decides to come in the wrong place and the wrong situation as well?" "That won't happen." "Why are you so sure of that? This just isn't a world to have children anymore." It was a back and forth and throwing arguments - until Hershel shook his head and gave your hand a squeeze. "Now listen to me, Y/N. I know very well that this must be not easy for you. I can understand; given what happened to Lori. But Lori had Carl through a c-section, so the chances were pretty high she needed to have Judith with a c-section as well. You on the other hand have very good chances for a natural birth." He said calmly, pausing for a moment to let his words sink in. "Despite, you are such a strong woman. You've got Daryl by your side. You've got all of us by your side. A safe place with the prison..." He gave you a smile. "We're going to make this."

Hershel's words managed to calm you down a bit and take away some of your anxiety - quite to your surprise. "Y-You think?" "Yes." You nodded and stayed quiet for a moment, before the next thought hit you. "B-But what if Daryl doesn't want this?" A low, hearty chuckle rumbled through the elder man's chest, causing you to look at him confused. "Y/N... That man would do anything for you and that baby. You know just like me how adamant he was to keep Judith alive and healthy. He was the first one who reacted, went immediately out on a run to get her formula. Daryl would never reject that baby, trust me. He is going to be a great father." He squeezed your hand again, giving you another smile, which you couldn't help but return. "Now let's get you checked up and make sure to start on the prenatal vitamins."

And for a short moment, everything was perfectly fine. Sure, you still had your doubts and fears, but the voices in your heads became quieter, due to Hershel. Unfortunately, your happy phase didn't last even three days. Suddenly everything turned sour, when Hershel and Michonne vanished, the Governor returned to take the prison by brutal force with the two missing people in tow as hostages, murdering Hershel in front of yours and everyone's eyes – and the fall of the prison in the end. It happened so fast. Within minutes, everything was heading south with walkers flooding the place and a war breaking loose. Suddenly everybody around you was crying and yelling, while you just tried to hold on to Daryl - but it was no use... In the end, you lost him, got separated from him and ended up with Tyreese, who had saved baby Judith - and who absolutely wasn't bad at all, but Tyreese wasn't Daryl. The prison was destroyed, your family split up, not knowing who survived and who didn't. Your boyfriend and still unbeknownst to him, father of your child was probably dead and you had absolutely nothing left. Within a blink of an eye, you had a mess on your hands.

"We have to go back!" You shouted after Tyreese, as he walked on through the woods, further away from the prison. "We have to go back and look for him!" Your friend gave you no answer, just continued to walk on. With a cocktail of anger, hurt, frustration and sadness coursing through your veins, you quickly caught up to him. "Tyreese!" He stopped suddenly abruptly in his tracks. "We can't, Y/N! We can't! Don't you see? Our home is destroyed, overrun with walkers! Going back there would be suicide!" "I don't care! I have to find him!" Tyreese sighed, bouncing Judith in his arms to keep her asleep and quiet. "I know this is hard for you and I am truly so, so sorry, but we have to look after Judith now. Make sure she survives." A part of you knew that the man was more than right, but your heart just couldn't accept this. You had to made sure that the man you loved was alright. So the emotions inside you exploded, causing you to reveal your 'secret' to your friend. "And I have to make sure that the father of my baby is alive!" Your eyes widened immediately after the words had left your lips, realisation dawning on you. Tyreese's eyes widened as well; his jaw dropping. "You... You are pregnant?" You nodded; tears threatening to fall. "Please, Tyreese, please..." Your voice was quieter and softer now, on the verge of begging. The man sighed once again, before placing a free hand on your upper arm, squeezing reassuringly. "No. It's too late." You wanted to speak up again, but Tyreese was quick to cut you off. "It won't change a thing if we are going back there." "Fine. Then I'm going alone." You wanted to turn on your heels and go, but Tyreese stopped you; grabbed your arm gently. "I can't and won't let you, Y/N. You are pregnant! I'd never forgive myself if something would happen to you. We stay together. Maybe we find Daryl somewhere around here. He is a survivor, you know that." Those words seemed to finally do the trick and convince you to not go back. Instead, you fell into Tyreese's arm, hugging his side and crying against his shoulder.

"Y/N!" Daryl looked around frantically, scanning his surroundings, while taking out several walkers on his way. "Y/N!" He couldn't see you. He just couldn't see you. "Y/N!" The tank, standing in the yard distracted his search for a moment, as he made sure to push a grenade down the gun, causing the man inside to jump out, before the tank exploded. Daryl was quick in driving an arrow through the enemy's chest; looking once again around. "Y/N!" The archer was on the edge of despair, so afraid to lose you. He had held your hand so tight and nevertheless, you were just suddenly gone, vanished into thin air, just because he had to use the hand which was clasping yours to kill an approaching walker. It was a mistake. He should've never let you go and rather just waste an arrow. Feeling the tears coming up in his eyes and witnessing more walkers storming the destroyed home they had built up, he screamed out your name from the top of his lungs for one last time. No response. No you. "Fuck!" He cursed, throwing his weapons to the ground and rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes - until a familiar voice spoke up behind him.

"Daryl!" The archer spun around. His gaze landed on a young woman with blonde hair. Beth. "I was trying to find the kinds to get them on the bus." Daryl shook his head. "I lost Y/N. I can't find 'er. I can't find 'er." Beth looked at him compassionately, taking his hand. "I'm so sorry, Daryl." The man was quiet for a moment, until he ripped his hand loose from the teenager's soft grip. "You gotta Beth, you gotta go. Get yourself to safety." The young woman's eyes widened. "No! I-I... What about you?" "I can't leave. I need ta find Y/N. I can't lose her." Beth frantically shook her head. "You can't, Daryl. If you stay, you're going to get yourself killed! There are too many walkers!" "Don care. Gotta find 'er." He wanted to walk past Beth, but she held him back with a hand pressed against his chest. "No! Y/N wasn't inside the prison. I didn't see her. You couldn't find her outside. What if she was inside the bus, or left already with someone else?" Daryl's eyes flickered, the gears in his head turning. "Please... If you go in there now and get yourself killed, Y/N is the one who is going to suffer. You don't want that, do you?" Daryl swallowed, shaking his head. "No." "See? Now come on. We have to go. We'll look for her, I promise!" He nodded and followed Beth, still not sure if this was the right decision.

Time passed. Day after day went by. While you, Tyreese and Judith found Carol on your way, Daryl lost Beth to god knows who and found Rick, Carl and Michonne somewhere on the way. They weren't you, but he was relieved to see that other members of his family had survived. Unfortunately, they didn't know what happened to you as well, leaving the archer still in the dark. It was torturous. But so it was for you.

At some point, you lost track of time, couldn't tell if the weeks had already turned to months or not. What you knew was, that the baby living inside you, must be there already for at least three months, since you lately started to show, having a small baby bump now. Carol quickly counted one and one together as well, making sure together with Tyreese that you were safe and protected.

Well... And then Terminus happened. While Daryl tried to stay alive with the others, Carol went on a rescue mission. You wanted to accompany her at all costs, but of course she didn't let you. She didn't want to risk your life and with that the baby's life as well. So, you stayed behind in that little hut with Tyreese and Judith, making sure that this strange man you took hostage didn't escape. Let's put it this way... Not every part of it went according to plan, but in the end everything turned out to be fine. More than fine, actually...

"I'm not digging around with this crap. We just made it out." "The fences are down. They'll run or die." Daryl listened in silence to the group and Rick's arguing, biting his lower lip - until he heard the leaves of the forest ground crunch, alerting him that someone - or most likely rather something must be there. He was right. But it wasn't something. It was someone. Carol. Daryl couldn't believe his eyes, seeing his best friend standing there, only a few feet away. He didn't think he would ever see her again. Not after she had been banished by Rick. But there she was. Daryl didn't hesitate, ran over to her and pulled her into a big hug. That attracted the others attention as well. Everyone was exhausted to the core, but undeniably happy to see Carol. Rick as well. He approached the two friends. "Did you do that?" Carol nodded meekly, on the verge of tears. Rick went immediately to hug her, wrapping both his arms tightly around his friend. "Thank you." The grey-haired woman retreated from the hug, smiling softly. "You have to come with me."

That was exactly what they all did. They followed Carol to the little hut… "They're back! Y/N they're back!" Tyreese exclaimed, watching their family approach the hut through one of the windows. "Really?!" You literally jumped up from where you sat on the ground beside Judith's makeshift crib. "Yes!" "Daryl! Can you see Daryl?!" Tyreese turned to face you, smiling. "Look for yourself." You sprinted to the window, seeing familiar and also a few unfamiliar faces. Among them, was Daryl. Seeing him kickstarted your heart, sending waves of pure happiness through your veins. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," you splattered out, before moving over to run out of the hut. "Daryl! Daryl!" The archer's eyes shot up, landing directly on you. For the second time within minutes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had already lost hope, thinking he was never ever going to see you again. "Y/N..." He breathed out, letting his crossbow fall to the ground and running towards you, meeting you halfway in a hug. You literally jumped into his arms, wrapping both your arms and legs around him. "Daryl..." You sobbed, burying your face in his neck. "Y/N..." You could tell that Daryl was crying as well. His voice quivering and unsteady. The world around you faded. Just you and Daryl existed in that very moment. "I-I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to see you again." You stammered, still clinging to him. "Me too. I couldn't find ya. I searched for ya, but I just couldn't find ya." "I'm here now." You whispered with a smile, peppering the skin on his neck with small kisses. "I am never going let ya out of my sight again, I promise. 'M gonna protect you better, I swear." You shook your head. "You always protect me as best as you can. This wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please. It was the Governor's fault. Nobody else's." Daryl just nodded against your shoulder, relieved that he had you back in his arms. That was everything what mattered in that moment. You held him for another while, before you untangled yourself from around your boyfriend and backed up a bit, just enough to look into his blue, greyish eyes. Though, one eye was slightly swollen and red. All in all, he looked quite battered and bruised, causing your heart to ache. Gently, you cupped his scruffy cheeks, looking at him with furrowed brows, worried. He noticed that of course, "M fine. Don worry." and started immediately to rub reassuring circles in the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. "You don't look fine, Daryl." The archer shook his head. "M fine, really. Jus' a black eye and a few cuts and bruises... How are you? You alright?" His question reminded you suddenly of the baby, growing in your womb. His baby. You swallowed. Now was the time to tell him, wasn't it?

"Y-Yes, I am, b-but there's something I need to tell you, I-" "We need to go." Rick's voice suddenly cut through the air, loud enough to catch both, yours and Daryl's attention. The archer looked at his brother, an arm still protectively wrapped around you. He hadn't noticed your small baby bump yet. "Yeah, but where?" He asked. "Somewhere far away from there," answered Rick, everybody shuffling around to get ready for moving along. Daryl nodded, thinking the same as Rick. "You two coming?" "Yes, just give us a minute. We'll catch up." You jumped to answer your friend, before Daryl could. You had to tell him. Now. "Alright. Just don't stay behind. We'll make sure to look out for you." You nodded, giving him a smile. "Thanks." The others went to follow Rick, leaving you and Daryl on your own - for now. The archer's gaze met yours again, fear and worry clouding his blue-grey orbs. "What is it?" Daryl asked, eyes suddenly widening. "You didn't get bit, did ya?!" You quickly shook your head. "No, no! It's not that! I didn't get bit!" He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out relieved. "Thank fuck. What is it then?" You took a deep breath. Now or never. "I-I'm pregnant." Daryl blinked, looking at you incredulously. "W-What?" You bit your lip, gently reaching for his hand and placing it on your small baby bump for him to feel. "I-I'm pregnant." An audible gasp left his lips; emotions getting stuck in his throat and tears blurring his vision. "P-Pregnant? Y-Yer pregnant?" You nodded, having to fight the tears once again as well. "Oh Y/N..." Daryl sobbed, engulfing you in another hug.

"Since when do you know?" You swallowed hard, knowing that this question would come. "A few days before the prison fell..." "W-What?" He was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm sorry. I-I wanted to, but I was so afraid because of what happened to Lori a-a-and I dunno... Before I could tell you, everything went south. I'm so sorry." "Damnit, Y/N... Jus' imagine what could've happen if you ended up alone out there? Ya could've died!" "But I didn't! I found Tyreese and Carol. They took care of me. They always made sure I was okay." Daryl scoffed, but took your hands into his. "Don scare the shit outta me again, woman, I swear…" You had to smile softly at his words, shaking your head, "Promise." and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him lovingly. "Let's catch up to the others. You stay close ta me. I don't want ya out of my sight, understood?" You nodded. "Yes, Sir." "Good." The archer intertwined your fingers with his, grabbed his crossbow and gently pulled you with him, in order to catch up to the others - what you did in the end. "So, you're not mad at me, that I'm, well... Pregnant?" Once again, he shook his head. "Why should I? This is wonderful, actually. Maybe not the best time, but we're gonna make this. Judith made it, too." You smiled up at him, your heart full and content with love. "I love you." "I love ya too, sunshine - and I promise I'm goin' to look after you and that kid."

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Come Back To Me (Jack Russell x Reader) [Part 3]

You and Jack catch up.

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Warnings: mention of blood

Gif Source: timothydalton

You gaped at him, too surprised to speak. Jack folded you into a hug, careful of your stomach, and drew back to peer into your face.

“I didn’t know if you would make it,” he said, herding you into the apartment. “I didn’t know which hospital they took you to, so I couldn’t check.”

The apartment was sparsely furnished, the furniture probably purchased at a Goodwill or some other discount store. Despite this, it was slightly messy, as though a storm had strewn things about or a dog had bounded through, massive tail sweeping everything into scattered piles in its wake.

Jack picked up a few newspapers and magazines from a chair and deposited you onto it, pulling the opposite chair close. The man’s understanding of personal space seemed lacking, but then again, he had gotten your blood on his hands and had probably glimpsed a bit of your insides. How much more personal could he get?

“Hi,” you managed to say, your brain on a five-minute delay.

“Hi,” he answered back, smiling wide enough to see the delightfully uneven curve of his teeth. “I’m so glad to see you’re better.”

“Yeah, me, too.” You shifted on the seat and winced.

He frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not one-hundred-percent yet.”

“But you are getting better?”

You nodded, unsure how to handle the earnestness in his tone. The sincerity with which he spoke sent shivers through you, as though such genuine honesty was anathema to your being.

“I’m glad to hear that.” A look clouded the bright sunshine of his face. “Oh, where are my manners? Would you like something to drink? To eat?”

You almost laughed. “Uh, no, thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Leaning back in his seat, he merely looked at you, his lips stretching into a wide smile. “I can’t believe you’re here! I was thinking about you.”

You frowned, something strange constricting your chest. “You were?”

“Yes, of course.”

He offered no other explanation, merely looked at you some more, the smile so heartbreakingly sincere you had to look away.

“Um…thank you. For getting me out of that hole.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“No, really. You could have left me there.”

He frowned. “Never.”

You opened your mouth to protest but decided against it when you saw the expression on his handsome features. Nodding instead, you glanced around the living room and the kitchenette off to your left. There was, you noticed, a methodology to the mild chaos around you, a system of disorder that made sense once you looked at it.

“I don’t remember much of that night,” you heard yourself say, then frowned, wondering why you had spoken.

“Trauma does that.”

You almost laughed at the seriousness of his tone. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. First time I’ve experienced it, though.”

Jack shifted his attention to his hands, plucked at some lint on his pants. “What do you remember?”

“You, mostly.” The admission burned the back of your neck. Clearing your throat, you continued, “And the other guy. He had a radio.”

“Is that all?”

You tried your best to recall that night. After Jack had helped you out of the hole, your memory turned to patchwork. You remembered the crack of bullets, the warmth of Jack’s hands on your face, the other man radioing for help. Words were garbled, the only permanent thing etched into your recollections the pain and the darkness.

“More or less,” you answered, mouth twisting with displeasure. “The doctor said it’s not likely all of the memories will come back. I was in a lot of pain.”

Jack’s face tightened with anguish. “I’m sorry I dropped you.”

“You didn’t drop me. I dove.”

“I should have held on tighter.”

Shaking your head, you leaned forward, ignoring the twinge of pain that lanced through you. “I reacted out of instinct. That’s all. That wasn’t your fault.”

He nodded, though his expression told you he didn’t quite believe it. Perturbed by the man’s reaction, you tried to remember why you were at his apartment in the first place.

The massacre.

Frowning, you scrutinized Jack’s face. Green eyes with hazel centers stared back in an open expression. His eyebrows knitted together slightly the longer you looked at him, but his lips curled into a faint smile, as though he enjoyed the scrutiny.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone light.

“I…don’t know.”

He nodded. “That happens to me, too, sometimes. We can’t know everything, not even about ourselves.”

Confusion roiled within you. “Who are you?”

He laughed, the sound both nervous and amused. “I don’t know. Tomorrow I’m not the same as today or the same as yesterday.”

A philosopher on top of a psychiatrist, you quipped. “Okay.”

He tracked your eyes. “That wasn’t the answer you wanted.”

“No.”

A frown pulled on his smile. “How did you find me?”

Swiping a hand over your brow, you glanced back toward the front door. If you left now, you could escape the awkward tension building inside you, your skin crawling with it. The scar on your abdomen pinched as you sucked in a breath through your nose.

“Why are you here?” he asked, caution coloring his voice.

“Well…I came looking for a Jack Russell, and it turns out he’s you.”

“Why are you looking for me?”

“I was…I’m looking for survivors of the Bloodstone massacre.”

Silence lay thick over the room. You forced yourself to glance back at his face, wondering why you felt so uncomfortable admitting the truth. It hadn’t even occurred to you to try and track Jack down to thank him, to let him know he helped save you. The guilt constricted your chest as the silence stretched.

Jack rose from his seat, walked away from you. “Why are you doing that?”

You wondered how much you should say. The bounty had to be lucrative for Jaeger to be sending you so soon after your injury. Telling others about it would jeopardize things.

Then again, Jack had witnessed the massacre.

“There’s a bounty out on the thing that killed everyone,” you answered. “I’m gathering information.”

“A bounty?”

“Yes, by the Hunters’ Guild. They don’t like that so many primo hunters were killed.”

“They were warned,” Jack muttered.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, he wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door. “We were told that we would probably die in the hunt.”

“I doubt being slaughtered in a closed room was in the plans.”

“No,” he murmured. “No, it wasn’t.”

“How did a werewolf get into the mansion?”

“I suppose he walked through the front door.”

You snorted. Jack glanced over his shoulder, the gloom on his face lightening as he heard your snicker. Closing the fridge, he returned to his seat but didn’t sit, his hand braced on the back of the chair.

“So, you are going after the bounty?”

You nodded curtly.

“But you don’t like hunting.”

Sighing, you passed a hand over your face. “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why?”

“I’m…being sent.” You stood, winced. Jack reached out for you, grabbing your elbow to help you straighten, his hands burning through your jacket. “Thanks.”

Nodding, he let his touch linger before dropping his hands. “Have you talked to Elsa Bloodstone?”

“Not if I can help it,” you snorted.

“She was there when it happened,” he said, each word carefully enunciated. “You should talk to her.”

You frowned. “Where were you?”

“Hmm?”

“Where were you when the massacre happened?”

“Oh, I wasn’t there.”

“So where were you?”

“The, uh, monster we were sent after broke out. I went after him.”

“You didn’t catch him?”

“No.”

Drumming your fingers against your thigh, you nodded slowly, suddenly exhausted as your mind tried to untangle the knots of the case. It must have showed, because concern tightened Jack’s face.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, anticipating his question. “I get tired easier, that’s all. And the thought of talking to Elsa is exhausting.”

“She’s not so bad.”

You snorted. “Wanna help me talk to her?”

“Sure!”

The snicker died in your throat. “You’re serious?”

He nodded. “I want to help.”

Suspicion coiled in your guts. “Why?”

“I like to help.”

You scrutinized the open expression on his face. “You really do, huh?”

He nodded again.

You weighed your options. You didn’t have the energy or the desire to face Elsa Bloodstone alone—or at all. Having someone there she knew who apparently didn’t mind her would certainly help.

A small part of you didn’t want to leave Jack’s presence, either. One of the few things you remembered from that night was his warmth, the feeling of utter safety and protection.

You didn’t want to give that up.

“Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll go to Elsa Bloodstone.”

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