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xpao-bearx · 4 years ago

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NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

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P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

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"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

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You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

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The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

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It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

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thewalkingdead-fan101 · 4 years ago

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 11/??

Hey everyone! So I have been feeling really guilty about leaving it so long between updates, so I have written and decided to post chapter 11 for you! I really hope that you guys enjoy this chapter! :)

Warnings- Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing.

Daryl let go of my hand and stalked back to the cottage, picking up his crossbow, putting it over his shoulder he walked back to me and took my hand, leading the way back to camp.

Shadows were beginning to cover the ground as the sun set, I looked over to Daryl, the golden hues illuminating his face. He looks over to me as I smile, giving me a questioning look before we both faced forward again. “Ya’ always staring.” Daryl mumbled. “It’s not my fault you look good..” I responded, looking back to him, watching as a small blush rose on his cheeks. “Shut up.” He shook his head. I stopped walking, Daryl walking forward only to stop as I resisted the pull. He turned around, taking two short steps and stopping. “What? Are ya’ ok?” He asked, his hands making their way to my abdomen, in a sense to protect his unborn baby. My heart swelled at his action, placing my hands over his own. “Im okay, little bean is okay.” I spoke softly, pausing as he looked up. “Are you?” I asked. “What do ya’ mean?” He asked, head slightly tilting down to meet my eyes. “I mean are you okay? You searched for Sophia… You did more for Carol and that little girl than anyone else in the group.” I paused, taking a breath as his eyes softened. “Ain’t my kid. Did what I had to.” He avoided my eyes. “I saw your face when she walked out of that barn, you can’t tell me that you weren’t affected by it.” “I searched every day for that little girl! Took a bullet and an arrow!” He started, dropping his hands from my stomach, taking a step back. “What? Ya’ want me to tell ya’ I had a soft spot for the girl?” “Daryl..” I began. “I did.” He paused, turning away, to turn back around just as quick. “I had a soft spot for the girl, She reminded me of myself when I was a kid!” He raised his voice, eyes slightly watering as he spoke. “I looked for her every damned day, cause no-one looked for me!” Words were caught in my throat as tears welled in my eyes. I walked forward and grabbed him, my arms around his neck as I wrapped him into a hug. His head fell onto my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my waist. Daryl’s body softly shook as he cried into my shoulder. The sounds of his soft sobs bringing my own tears to the surface. “It’s okay. I got you.” I whispered, pulling him tighter into my body. Daryl responded by bringing my body closer to his. He pulled away, and shook his head, running his hand over his face. “I’m gonna head back.” He motioned to the run down cottage. “Daryl, come to the house, have some dinner.” “Nah. Not hungry. I need to be alone.” “Don’t isolate yourself.” I tried to talk to him. “I’ll come to bed later.” He muttered, walking away. I watched as Daryl walked back the way we came from, into the dark night that had taken over the sunset. I closed my eyes and took a small breath, before making my way to the house.

I opened the screen door, running into Andrea and Shane who were both coming down from upstairs. “Hey, any progress with Beth?” I asked, my hands crossing over my chest gently. “Still the same as before.” Andrea nodded. “Dinners about done, Come eat.” Shane pointed towards the dining room. I nodded and walked over to where the others all sat, taking the empty seat next to Carl. “They should've been back by now.” Andrea stated.

“Yeah. They just got holed up somewhere.” Shane paused, sitting at the head of the table. “We'll, we'll head out first thing in the morning.” Shane cleared his throat thanking Patricia who had placed the plate of green beans on the table.

“Welcome.” She said softly, moving behind Carol who had just handed a basket of bread to Andrea.

I Iook up and over to Shane as he spoke to Carl.

“Carl, I want you to keep your head up, okay? Your old man, he's the toughest son of a-“

“No cussing in the house.” Patricia quickly cut him off.

“Sorry.” Shane looked down briefly. Maggie had taken the head of the table next to me, I placed my hand on hers and smiled softly at her. “Lori, dinner.” Carol called out to the Staircase.”

“She's not in there.” Maggie spoke, standing slightly.

“Where is she?” Dale was quick to ask. We all sat in silence, looking at each other for an answer.

“Carl, when's the last time you saw your mom?”

“This afternoon.”

“She was worried about Rick, asked me to look in in Carl.” Andrea spoke, gaining all of our attention.

“She went after them?”

“She didn't say that.” I looked at Shane, I could see the wheels turning in his brain.

“Nobody panic. Gotta be around here somewhere.” He said, standing abruptly.

Carl stood, following him, the rest of the group standing to search. Patricia stayed seated, watching as everyone left. “Thank you Patricia, but I should-“ “Go, it’s okay.” She nodded. I gently pushed the chair out and followed after the others. Maggie went upstairs and searched the floor. “She isn’t here.” She called out. “Okay, I’ll let them know. Thanks Maggie.” I called back. I opened the door and watched out for the others. I watched as Carol walked towards the small fire that Daryl had lit, hoping that neither of them would say something to hurt the other.

I checked her tent, finding no one, so I ran across the field to where the cars were kept, noticing Maggies car missing. I sighed and made my way over to Dale by the RV. “Any luck?” He asked poking his head out of the door. “Nothing, I take it-“ “Nothing.” He confirmed, looking out to see Andrea walking over to us. She shook her head as she got closer. Shane walked toward us and motioned for us all to meet him. I looked at the others and we all moved to him.

“She's not at the barn.” Shane spoke.

“I checked the yards.” T-dog shook his head.

“Well, where is she?” Carl asked, stepping forward.

Footsteps approached from the left and I turned my head to see Carol.

“She asked Daryl to go into town. Must've gone herself.” She said.

Carl placed a hadn’t over his mouth and whimpered. I knelt down, and pulled him to me. “Hey, it’s okay.. come here.” I hugged him, he pulled away and stormed off.

“Hey. Carl.” Andrea called after him. “The Sable is gone.” I spoke. “What?” Andrea questioned.

“Maggie’s car.” Shane took a step towards Dale.

“Did you know about this?” He asked.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Look, just- did she take a gun?” He asked Dale.

“I don't know.” He paused. Shane shook his head and stalked over to his car. “I wouldn't let her go out there alone.” Dale called. Shane slammed the door shut and started the car, picking up more speed as he left.

Carl watched as he stood between the house and the camp. I made my way over to the boy and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Hey, let’s go eat. Yeah?” I asked as he looked up. “Do you think my mom is okay?” “Yeah. I think she just got a little worried. I bet that both your mom and dad are on their way back here now.” I smiled wrapping my arm around his shoulder walking with him to the house. Patricia was waiting on the porch as Carl and I made our way up the steps. “I served your plate for you.” She smiled down to Carl. He looked up at me. “Go on, i’ll be there in a minute.” I nodded towards the door. He went inside. “Did you find her?” She asked, watching as the group all made their way back to the house.

“She went after them.” I shook my head softly. “Without telling anyone? Do you think she is okay?” She asked me. “I sure hope so. For Carls sake.” I nodded, opening the door and joining Carl at the table, Patricia following in pursuit. “Eat up buddy.” I smiled, messing up his hair. “Hey!” He pouted. “Eat.” I laughed softly. “That goes for you too.” Patricia smiled, setting a plate in front of me. “Oh thank you, I could-“ I looked up only to be met with a warning glare from Patricia as she sat across from me. I heard the door open, Dale walked in and sat across from Carl again and Andrea sat next to Dale. Soon after they walked in, so did Carol and T-dog. We all ate our meals in silence, until Carl spoke up. “So, when you have the baby, what will you name it?” He looked over to me. I looked up from my plate to be met with everyone’s eyes. “I, I uh, I haven’t really thought about names.” I smiled pausing. “And it wouldn’t be up to me only, I mean id have to talk to Daryl and see if he had anything special to put in there.” I smiled at the young boy. “Can I make a suggestion?” He asked. “Of course, I’ll hold it close to my heart.” I smiled softly at the boy. “I think if it’s a boy you should name it Carl.” He smiled. “Oh yeah? Carl?” I asked with a chuckle. “Yeah Carl! It’d be Carl and Little Carl for life.” “I honestly don’t think we would be able to handle two Carl’s.” I laughed. “Okay, so not Carl. What about Otis?” He asked. I looked up at Patricia who stopped eating, she had looked at Carl with soft eyes. “Because Otis is a nice name, and he saved my life.” He finished with confidence. Carl looked up and met her eye. “Im sorry.” He looked down. “No, don’t be sorry sweetheart, that’s really sweet.” Patricia smiled, moving to hug the boy. Patricia moved back to her seat and continued to eat, listening to the conversation. “Well, we don’t really know if it’s going to be a boy Carl.” Andrea spoke up. “Okay, well, if it’s a Girl what about Carla? Or Carly?” He asked a wide grin on his face. “Carla?” “Carly?” Andrea and I asked at the same time. “Yeah! That way there can be two Carls.” “You are a piece of work, you know that?” I asked laughing with him. “So (Y/n), do you know anything about the baby?” Dale asked.

“Um yeah, Ive been reading this book that Shane found on a run.” I smiled. “What does it say?” Andrea asked. “We don’t have to talk about the baby guys.” I smiled, looking at my half empty plate. “We want to, beats eating in silence.” T-dog answered, putting his fork to his mouth. “Okay.” I smiled. “So I calculated it and im roughly nine weeks and five days now… The book says that the baby is the size of a green olive right about now.” I smiled. “How big is that?” Carl asked.

Jimmy left the dining room and walked out with a small jar. Placing it onto the table in front of Carl. “What are those?” He asked. “They are green olives bud.” Jimmy smiled.

Carl picked up the jar and examined it closely. “Woah.. The baby is tiny!” He exclaimed looking at my stomach and then back to the jar. The group laughed at Carl’s reaction. Jimmy took the jar back to the kitchen and smiled at us. “Im gonna go and be with Beth, Let me know when Hershel is back.” He smiled, taking his plate to the sink and heading upstairs. “Can you feel it move?” Carl asked, looking at my abdomen. “Not yet, It’s still too for that.” Dale answered his question.

“How has the morning sickness been?” Patricia asked, joining the conversation. “It is still there for the most part, I mean like, the nauseous feeling is still there all the time, but I don’t throw up much.” I looked over to see Carl with his nose scrunched up. “Okay guys, I feel like that’s enough baby talk for now.” I chuckled, rubbing Carls shoulder. Once everyone finished eating their dinner, I stood up and collected the plates. “Oh no, I can do them.” Patricia stood trying to stop me. “No Patricia, you cooked, and you helped Carol, the least I can do is the dishes.” I smiled, moving into the kitchen, running the sink water, filling the tub. I grabbed the sponge and began to scrub and scour the dishes, sitting them in the dish rack when I cleaned them. I moved to put the next plate on the rack to see the first missing, looking back I see carl with a dish towel drying it. “You don’t have to help Carl.” “I know. But I like talking to you. You’re like the cool Aunt.” “Oh.” I chuckled. “We both know that id be the coolest.” I joked. As we washed and dried the dishes Carl and I continued to playfully banter, laughing by the end of it. I packed away the dishes with Carl and brung him in for a side hug. “(Y/n)?” “Yeah?” I asked, looking down. “Can you get that book? The baby one?” He looked up. “Yeah, why?” I asked smiling at him. “I want to learn.” “Oh, I think your mom should talk-“ “please I just want to learn about the baby so I can help you.” He pleaded. “Oh honey, you don’t have to.” “I want to.” He smiled. “Okay, well, stay here. I’ll be right back.” I smiled as I sat him on one of the lounges. I Walked to my tent, to be met with an empty patch of grass. I looked around to see that the only tent that was missing was mine and Daryl’s. I sighed softly, a small smile on my face as I walked over to the small fire. As I’d thought, Daryl had taken his time alone to move our stuff away from the others. I noticed the two silhouettes by the fire, and the closer I got, the louder the voices got. “I’m not gonna let you pull away. You've earned your place.” Carol spoke softly.

“If you spent half your time minding your daughters business instead of sticking your nose in everybody else's, she'd still be alive!” He raised his vice at her.

“Go ahead.” She nodded.

“Go ahead and what?” He paused. “I mean just go! I don't want you here!” He pointed, turning around. “You're a real piece of work, lady.”He turned back to her and pointed in her face. “What, are you gonna make this about my daddy or some crap like that? Pfft! Man, you don’t know Jack.” He paused again. “You're afraid. You're afraid. 'Cause you're all alone. You got no husband, no daughter. You don't know what to do with yourself. You ain't my problem!” He looked away. “Sophia wasn't mine! All you had to do was keep an eye on her!” He yelled at her, moving closer as she flinched slightly. The two stared at each other before Carol left, heading to the house. Daryl sat by his fire, poking it with a stick, looking up when he felt my presence. “What do ya’ want?” He asked, poking the fire harder than before. “Nothing Daryl, nothing at all.” I mumbled, walking to the tent. “What are ya’ doing?” “I’m just getting my book. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

“You said earlier that you wanted to be alone.” I paused looking over to where Carol left.

“I heard what you said to Carol.”

“And?”

“And I think that you need to apologise. You were harsh. She just lost her daughter. She doesn’t need to be reminded that she is alone.”

“I was too harsh?” He scoffed.

“Guess what, In this world you have to be harsh sunshine. That’s how I know that I’ll make it, will you?” He asked stepping toward me.

“What does that mean Daryl?” I challenge.

“It means ya’ soft princess. You won’t make it, not without someone there to save your ass.”

“Screw you Dixon.” I shook my head and walked back to the house, blood boiling.

“In this world you have to be harsh sunshine.” I mocked as I walked up to the door.

Patricia was sitting on the lounge just looking at her hands, with nothing to do.

“Hey, Patricia, I’m so sorry to ask, but could I stay in here tonight? I’ll sleep on the lounge if I have to.

“Honey, you can stay as long as you like!” She nodded and ran to the linen cupboard, pulling out a blanket for me to use later.

“Thank you!” I smiled softly.

I could hear an engine, so I walk outside, turning my head to see Shane return. “Shane’s back!” I called out opening the door and walking outside. Carl was the first to run out of the house, grabbing my hand and dragging me closer to the car. We stopped two metres away and watched as Shane opened his door, stepping out as the passenger door opened. Lori stepped out, holding a cloth to her head. “Oh my god, are you all right? What happened?” Andrea asked.

“I was in an accident.”

“She was attacked.” Both Lori and Shane answered as Shane and Andrea tried to touch her.

“I’m fine, I'm fine.” She argued pushing their hands away, pausing.

“I really am. Where's Rick?” Lori asked looking down. Shane took a few steps forward and turned to look at Lori. Lori looked up and at the group as we stayed silent. “They're not back? Where are they?” She asked looking over to Shane.

“Look, I had to get you back here.” Shane began. Dale and I shared a look, looking over to where Lori was standing.

“You asshole.” She sneered, walking over to him, pushing him harshly away as he grabbed her wrists.

“Lori!” He tried to calm her down.

“He's my husband!” She grunted pushing him off of her.

“Lori, I will go after him. I will find him. Hey!” He paused. Shane looked around momentarily, before looking back at Lori. “Now look, first things first, I gotta- I gotta look after you. I gotta make sure the baby's all right, okay?” He tried to diffuse the situation. The tension in the air, doing the exact opposite as the others started between the two. Carl dropped my hand and moved forward, looking up at his mother.

“You're having a baby?” He paused “Why didn't you tell me?” He asked. I looked over to my brother who had closed his eyes and shook his head, leaning down onto the hood of his car. “Come on. Let's make sure you're all right.” Dale spoke, putting his hand on Lori’s shoulder.

“Come on.” Andrea followed the others to the house. I stayed behind and watched my brother who was now staring at the hood. “Shane.” “Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t say whatever bullshit it is you’re going to say. I thought he knew.” “You shouldn’t have brung it up in the first place. She was outed before she told anyone, hell, I only knew because of Maggie.” He looked up. “It’s a long story and it’s irrelevant. Why did you lie to her?”

Shane pushed himself off of the hood. “I lied to her to get her back here.” He pointed to the ground. “She was walking along the road, I thought she was a walker!” “What?” “I came across the car, all smashed up, two dead walkers. Hell I thought the worst.” “When I saw her I ran to her, she wanted to walk to get to them so I told her they were home. I made sure she was safe, not out there chasing ghosts.” “Chasing ghosts?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “Look I don’t know if they’re dead or if they’re alive, but I wasn’t letting her go out to find them in the worse case scenario.” “I get that, but you should’ve told her the truth Shane. I know that it would’ve been more arguing, but she would’ve come around.” I stated, turning and making my way to the house.

I made my way up to Beth’s room and stroked her hair. “Hey honey.” I looked down at her.” “They’re going to be back with your dad real soon okay.” “Thank you.”

I looked over to where Maggie stood by the door. “Dale and Lori are in there.” She nodded to the next room. “Thank you.” I softly nodded as I stopped stroking Beths hair.

I watched from the doorway as Dale handed her a Cloth. “Thank you.” She whispered, putting it on her forehead. “Hey. I am so sorry that I left without telling you.” Lori looked at Carl.

“It's okay. I wasn't scared.” He paused. “When's dad getting back?” He looked up.

“Let's hope soon.” She nodded, looking down and patting his knee.

“I wanna be there when you tell him about the baby.”

“Oh, love, he already knows. We were just trying to find the right time to tell you.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” He asked.

“Well, we won't know that until it's born.” She shook her head.

“Will I be able to feel it?” He asked gently touching her belly.

“Not for a while.” Lori shook her head softly, looking up and noticing me. She smiled softly as I walked further into the room and sat next to Carl. “You must have a lot of questions, huh? We never had the talk. I guess we forgot.” She chuckled. Carl looked past Lori and over to Dale

“Don't look at me. That's your father's job.” He shook his head.

“If the baby's a girl, can we name her Sophia?” He looked up at Lori. We all stayed silent, Lori unsure of how to answer.

“Hey, dude.” Shane spoke up from the doorway.

Dale stood, as Shane took a step into the room. “Hey, I'm sorry, bud. Okay? I thought you knew.” He shook his head, leaning against the door. “Big brother Carl. Pretty cool, huh?” He smiled, flicking his hat.

“I say that's very cool.” He laughed with the boy. Lori was avoiding looking at Shane. Not that I blame her. “You- you mind if I talk to your mom a sec? Hmm?” Shane asked Carl.

“How about a little later, after she's had some rest? Andrea asked, looking over to Shane.

“Lori, I had to get you back here. You wouldn't have come otherwise. How about you- how about you just hear me out, please?” He pleaded softly, walking over and leaning against the back of the three seater.

“Okay. Give me a minute.” Lori whispered, rubbing Carls back. Carl nodded.

“Thanks, bud.” Shane said patting his shoulder. Carl stood up and left, Dale and Andrea following. I looked between the two, standing and leaving. I made my way to the front porch, to see Carl sitting on the step. I smiled softly and sat with him.

“Congratulations big brother.”I smiled, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. “Thank you.” He smiled leaning into me. “So, are you prepared to be the babysitter of not only one baby, but two?” I asked as I gently squeezed him. “Im not a baby-sitter.” He scrunched his nose up. “Okay, well what about designated diaper changer.” “Ew no!” He laughed. “Okay, okay. How about, coolest big brother and coolest cousin?” “Cousin?” He asked looking up at me. “Well, you are family.” I shrugged, a small smile on my face as his eyes softly sparkled. The door behind me opened, and Shane stormed out, stopping when he realised that Carl and I were there.

“Hey bud, your Mom’s free.” He smiled down at him. “Okay!” “Goodnight dude.” Shane nodded at him, patting his hat. “Night Shane!” He called out as Shane made his way towards his tent. The door opened again, and Lori stepped out, taking a seat on the opposite side of Carl. “Mom! (Y/n) said I can be her baby’s cousin!” “Thats so cool!” She smiled at his excitement. Lori looked out over the field, sighing before looking back to Carl. “It’s getting late, let’s get you to bed.” Lori sighed. “Mom-“ “Please, no arguing Carl..” “What about Dad?” “I’ll wake you up as soon as he gets back, I promise. Say goodnight.” Lori spoke softly. Carl pushed himself off the stairs, turning to me and hugging me. “Goodnight (Y/n/n).” “Goodnight Carl.” Lori stood up, heading off with her son. “Lori.” I called out, standing up.. “Can we talk?” She looked down to Carl and nodded. “Go on, i’ll be there in a minute.” She leant down and kissed his head. Lori and I both walked towards the other meeting in the middle. “What’s wrong honey?” She asked looking into me eyes. “When you told me Daryl needed me, what did you mean?” “He needed you to talk to him.” “Did he? Or did you?” I asked. She opened her mouth to speak. “I understand that you’re worried about Rick, but that doesn’t mean you can go out on a damn rescue mission!” “Not you too.” She sighed. “I need you on my side.” “On your side? Lori, I have only ever been on your side! I’m drawing the line after this though! Do you have any idea how stupid that was?!” I asked gesturing to the road. “Anything could’ve happened! And something did! You had a car accident! You’re lucky! It could’ve been much worse that what it was.” “Not to mention the walkers Shane told me he saw.” “I dealt with them.” “Yeah but what if there were more of them? What then Lori? What if you were bit? What if you died in that accident? You didn’t think! And to not tell anyone and to go alone?” I asked, turning around, not being able to look at her. “I asked Daryl to go after Rick.” She defended herself. “Oh, I know you did.” I snapped, turning to look at her again. Lori’s gaze fell to the ground as I made eye contact with her. “He isn’t a search and rescue dog.” “Honey-“ “No, let me finish.” I cut her off, holding my hand up. “Daryl is just as valuable as any other member of this group. He isn’t expendable.” “Honey, I swear that isn’t what I-“ “How could you call him selfish? After everything that he went through looking for Sophia.” “Look I get that you’re upset, but (Y/n)-“ “Upset? You think I’m upset? Im not upset Lori, I’m Angry.” “To you Daryl might not mean anything, but to me… to me Daryl means everything.” I paused.

I sighed, placing a hand over my forehead. “I don’t think of him-“ “No, you don’t think of him at all Lori.” “You say he is selfish, but you are the one that is selfish, because no matter what is happening around you, you always seem to make it about yourself.” I finished walking into the house before looking back to her from the door. “Goodnight Lori.” I shut the door behind me.

The night was long. The only sound filling the room was the slow ticking of the clock, which had seemed like it got louder with each repetitive tick. I rolled from my back over to my side, finding the portrait of a woman from what looked like the late 1930’s, early 1940’s more interesting than the same water spot on the ceiling that I’d been staring at over the last three hours. ‘It means ya’ soft princess.’ ‘I know that I’ll make it, will you?’

Daryl’s words continued to float through my mind, which seemed to be fighting with itself. I softly pushed the blanket from my body, sitting up on the lounge, placing my feet on the hardwood floor. Resting my elbows on my knees, I placed my head in my hands, my fingers resting against my temples. I glanced up at the clock which read 3:42. The more I try to push out thoughts of him, the more they fight to invade my mind. I miss him. I miss being next to him, Sharing those little intimate moments. It’s true when they say that nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it. I sigh, standing and moving gently through the rooms, stopping at the kitchen sink, grabbing a glass and getting water from the faucet. I turned the tap off, moving the glass to my lips, looking out of the window, the faint movement of the trees in the breeze. Maybe that’s what I need… Some air.

I washed the glass and sat it on the drainer, reaching for the towel and wiping it down, packing it away. I made my way out of the front door, softly closing it behind me, walking to the railing, crossing my arms over the wooden rail, leaning on it, pulling my thin cardigan closer to my body. I glanced around the property, noticing the orange flames still burning in the distance. I studied the small camp where my tent was, trying to see where Daryl was. My eyes moved to movement by the tree on the left of the fire, a dark silhouette leaning against the tree, staring at the house. Even in the dark I could tell it was him, after months of studying him, months of being with him.

My mind tends to calm down more the longer I look at him. The figure moved from the tree and started to move towards the house. I watched intently as he neared the house, heart racing as he stopped int front of the railing. Daryl stared at me for a moment, waiting to see what I was going to do. Staying silent, I slightly nodded at the man. He cleared his throat, looking down. “I can’t sleep without ya’.” He mumbled. “Come back.” He nodded to the tent. I remained quiet as I thought about the two options. I could go back inside and fight myself to goto sleep, or I could go back to the tent, and instantly fall asleep next to the one person who means the most. I took a step back, moving towards the door, going inside, quickly folding the blanket and sitting it on the arm rest and grabbing my boots, turning and heading back to the porch. I opened the door and noticed Daryl, walking back to his- our, little camp. As soon as my feet touched the ground I began to run after him, slamming into his back, wrapping my arms around his torso and pressing my face into his back. I felt him tense under my touch but slowly relax when he realised it was me. He stopped walking and turned himself around in my arms and hugged me, his head resting on my own, breathing in. “Come on.” He whispered, grabbing hold of my hadn’t and leading me back to the camp. He put the fire out and entered the little tent, dragging me into it behind him, laying down and pulling me against his chest, covering Gus both with the blankets.

We both settled in quite quickly, the warmth of his body next to mine letting the feel of utter content slip over me.

“Hey Daryl.” “Yeah?” “Ill make it.” I whispered. “I know.” He responded kissing the top of my head, leaning back on his arm.

The next morning I awoke, Daryl, surprisingly still asleep, holding onto me. I moved out of his grasp, and smiled down at him as he rolled over onto his stomach, resting his head on his arm. I got dressed quickly, pulling a shirt over my head, looking down as I heard Daryl stir. “I like ya’ better without it.” He smirked, looking up at me. “You like me better when I wear nothing.” “Get to it then.” he sat up. “Not now.” I chuckled putting my boots on. “I’m going to check on Beth, see if Maggie and Patricia need anything.” He nodded, moving to grab his own boots. I leant down to kiss him, my hands brushing against his stubbled cheeks as he grunted into the kiss. “Hurry up and go.” He muttered gently. “Ouch.” I sarcastically chuckled. “If you don’t go now, ya’ gonna be staying.” He warned. “Okay, I get it.” I shook my head, walking out of the tent. I walked to the house, running into Andrea on the way. “Morning.” She smiled. “Morning.” I nodded. “Checking up on Beth too?” “Yeah, I just want to try to be as much help as I can be.” I smiled softly as we walked up the front steps. We walked inside and both made our way upstairs, entering the room Beth was in. Maggie was sat on the end of the bed, her hand softly running Beth’s calve. Patricia taking her temperature. “How is she?” Andrea asked.

“Dehydrated.” Patricia paused, looking up from Beth. “I’ll set up an IV. Best I can do without Hershel.” She sighed, turning to leave the room.

“Hey.” Maggie whispered moving up the bed to be closer to her sister.

“Can I get you anything?” Andrea asked her, sitting at the end of the bed.

“Nah, I just wish my dad was here.” Maggie looked up at her, looking between the two of us.

“She'll be okay. You just need to be strong for her.” “Maggie, she will be okay.” I agreed with Andrea.

“I was just reminding her about- never mind.” Maggie smiled softly shaking her head.

“No no. We’d love to hear.” I smiled.

“My dad would die if he heard this. My first summer back from college,I drove home, dumped my stuff off, went straight out to the stable for a ride. My family comes back from church and Beth grabs my things and starts unpacking my stuff upstairs.” She begins, a smile never leaving her face.

“That's sweet.”

“Yeah, until this one here starts rifling through my backpack.” She pauses briefly. “She finds this little plastic container with these pink and green candies inside. She didn't even know I was on the pill. She was so freaked out by the idea of me, boys and sex that she runs outside and chucks them in the duck pond.” She continues, water beginning to pool on her lower lash line. “And I ride up, I see this,I'm screaming. She's crying and Shawn runs outside ,thinks one of us is drowning. Soon as he figures out what's going on, the jerk busts out laughing so loud that my horse rears up and gets mud all over the three of us.” She chuckles softly. “My dad comes out, ‘what the heck is going on out here?!’ And she turns around, bats her eyelids and says, ‘we're just swimming, daddy.’ In her Sunday dress, all covered in snot and mud.”

“Rick and Glenn will get your dad back.” Andrea nodded.

“Glenn's a good guy.” Maggie nodded, brushing back Beth’s hair.

Andrea and I both nodded. “Yeah. He is.” Andrea stood up and smiled. “I’m going to go with Shane, see if anyone else wants to go find them.” “Okay.” I nodded.

Andrea left, leaving the two of us to talk. “What happened after that?” “What?” She asked looking up. “What happened after your daddy found you all at the duck pond?” “Oh, uh.” She chuckled softly. “Daddy, always melted for Beth. So when she batted those pretty little eyes, he wasn’t mad. He looked at us all, shook his head and went back inside. Shawn pushed me into the pond, I was screaming at him and then Beth pushed him in after me. After he hits the water Beth jumped in after us. We were all laughing and just splashing each other. Then Annette comes running out, screaming, ‘Beth! Beth! Not in that dress!’.” She chuckled looking down at Beth. “Sometimes, talking helps Maggie. It might seem useless, but if you talk to her it could help.”

She nodded, looking down at her sister a small smile on her face. “Do you mind?” She looked up. “Not at all, If you need anything let me know.” I smiled patting her shoulder and leaving the room. I walked downstairs, leaving the house as I went to see if anyone needed any help. “Hey T!” I called out as I walked towards, him. “Hey, what’s up?” “Need a hand? Anything I can do?” I asked. “Nah we’re alright.” “Need an extra pair of eyes?” I asked. “Not yours.” I heard a voice behind me. I spun around to see Shane walking towards the car, throwing the sheriff duffle into the trunk. “Oh come on-“ “He’s right, you ain’t coming.” Daryl drawled out. I turned to see him prepared to go out. “Guys.” Andrea spoke up as the familiar red wagon came down the drive, towards the house. We all ran to catch up with the car as it stopped. Rick stepping out of the drivers door. Carl running past everyone to get to his father. “Dad!” He smiled. “You're okay.” Maggie sighed relieved, running to Glenn, leaving Hershel standing there looking back at the two. “Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery.” Hershel called as he walked to the house.

“Are you hurt?” Lori asked, checking her husband who was just as quick to check her out.

“No, but what happened to you?” He asked.

“I was in a car accident.” She looked down.

“Accident? How?” He asked.

“I went looking for you.”

“Snuck out on her own. Brought her back.” Shane and Lori answered Simultaneously “Are you crazy? You could've-“

T-Dog stepped forward, pointing to the car. “Who the hell is that?”

“That's Randall.” Glenn nodded at the younger boy with a red make shift blindfold. We all moved closer to the car, only for Daryl to grab my hand and pull me back, shaking his head softly at me.

Rick and Glenn carried the boy to the shed where Patricia and Hershel had began to set up and operating table for the boy. “Everyone in the house, we need to talk.” Rick called out.

We all met in the Greene’s dining room, some of us sitting, others standing.

“We couldn't just leave him behind. He would've bled out, if he lived that long.” Rick stated resting his leg on the dining chair.

“It's gotten bad in town.” Glenn stated looking at his hands, avoiding Maggie.

“What do we do with him?” Andrea asked. The room was quiet, save the sound of the back door opening.

“I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage. Won't be on his feet for at least a week.” Hershel spoke as he walked into the room, wiping his hands on a hand towel.

“When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way.” Rick nodded.

“Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?” Andrea asked. Daryl walked in, a small nod toward Carol and leaning against the wall next to the window sill I was sitting on.

“He'll have a fighting chance.” Rick tried.

“Just gonna let him go? He knows where we are.” Shane answered.

“He was blindfolded the whole way here. He's not a threat.” Rick tried to get his point across.

“Not a threat. How many of them were there? You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?” Shane shook his head.

“They left him for dead. No one is looking.” Rick glared at him.

“We should still post a guard.” T-dog suggested.

“He's out cold right now, will be for hours.” Hershel stated.

“You know what? I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy.” Shane scoffed moving around the table. i went to stand up to stop Shane, only to be met with Daryls arm as he held it out in front of me, keeping me next to him. “Look at this, folks- we back in fantasyland.” Shane stated, walking towards the door.

“You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet. Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all- this is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favour- keep your mouth shut.” Hershel spoke, following Shane. Shane stared at Hershel and stayed silent, sighing and walking away after a moment. “We're not gonna do anything about it today. Let's just cool off.” Rick stated as everyone started to leave the room.

I could tell by now that the next week, was going to be a long week.

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clareisa · 5 years ago

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Ateez In Hogwarts

- I added a couple of random facts about their life in Hogwarts in this post. Do you like it? Should I add it to other Harry Potter posts in the future as well?

- gifs and pics are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please let me kindly know if I did a mistake

Hongjoong:

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: loyal, helpful, friendly, smart, hardworking, determined, emotional, bright

Pet: ferret

Wand (WOOD): Alder wood - Alder is an unyielding wood, its ideal owner is often helpful, considerate and most likeable. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards

(CORE): Phoenix feather core - Learns most varied magic, hard to be chosen

Patronus: Dolphin

Favourite Classes: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms

How Amortentia smells to him: Fresh flowers, Chocolate, Cherries, An ocean breeze

After Hogwarts working as: Auror - He became Auror because of his protective nature and sense for justice. He wants to destroy and punish those who could endanger those who are innocent and protect his loved ones

Random:

head boy

always helps the new students with anything and everything

Hufflepuff won a house cup couple of times mainly thanks to him

music is always coming from the Hufflepuff’s common room when Hongjoong is composing on his piano

his ferret is always on his shoulder, even he is trying to hide her in classes

Seonghwa:

House: Ravenclaw

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: Intelligent, curious, mom-like, polite, sassy, honest, ambitious, dependable

Pet: Birman cat

Wand (WOOD): Vine wood - Vine wands are among the less common types, and their ideal owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Vine wands seem strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths

(CORE): Thunderbird tail feather - Powerful, but difficult to master. Can sense danger and cast curses on their own

Patronus: Orca

Favourite Classes: Potions, Herbology

How Amortentia smells to him: Pancakes, Jasmine, Petrichor, Vanilla

After Hogwarts working as: Healer and alchemist - Combination with his intellect, curious nature and the need to helping others he will be the head of St. Mungo’s. In the future, he will be known for creating lots of new medicine

Random:

almost everyone has a crush on him

protective of his best friends group “Ateez”, no one want to cross him

with Yeosang, helping to Madam Pomfrey with sick students in Hospital Wing

scolding his friends for dirty or unironed robes

number one student in the whole school

Yunho:

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Half-blood

Personality: cheerful, lively, friendly, loving, peaceful, diligent, warmhearted, daring, charming

Pet: Golden Retriever

Wand (WOOD): Cherry wood -This very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power. For cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind

(CORE): Horned Serpent horn core - Exceptionally powerful and sensitive. Can warn its owner of danger by emitting a low musical tone

Patronus: Dragon

Favourite Classes: Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration

How Amortentia smells to him: Cinnamon Rolls, Apple pie, MOrning breeze, Honeysuckle

After Hogwarts working as: Dragonologist - He always aspired to be one. He admired and was fascinated by them since he was a little kid. After he found out his Patronus is a dragon as well, Yunho knew he was destined to work with those dangerous but awe-inspiring creatures

Random:

best keeper Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team ever had

often secretly going to Forbidden forest, curious about creatures living there

classes are never boring when Yunho is in... if San is around is a mess

always brings a yummy food to his friends from the kitchen elves

often seen chasing after his golden retriever who is as energised as him

Yeosang:

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: cunning, passionate, savage, charming, bold, perfectionist, clever, humane, kind, tolerant

Pet: Serval

Wand (WOOD): Elm wood - Elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, they produce the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands

(CORE): Phoenix feather core - Learns most varied magic, hard to be chosen

Patronus: Black Swan

Favourite Classes: Astrology, Potions

How Amortentia smells to him: Mango, Gardenia, The beach, Wine

After Hogwarts working as: Hogwarts Potions professor - Actually started with Seonghwa at St. Mungo’s. After he received a letter from the headmaster he immediately agreed and quickly became a favourite teacher at Hogwarts

Random:

new students are often afraid since his gaze is sharp and quite intense

not the teachers' favourite thanks to his straight forward nature

rumoured to be half-siren thanks to his angel-like appearance and voice

love the wintertime when he can snowboard on the hills in the Hogwarts area

always with Seonghwa in Hospital wing

San:

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Muggle-born

Personality: creative, happy virus, caring, crazy, warm, humble, easily fooled by fake sincerity, skilled

Pet: Slow Loris

Wand: Red Oak wood- The true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand. ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive, trademark spells, and a good man or woman to have beside one in a fight. Red oak wands are among the most handsome

(CORE): Dragon heartstring core - Powerful, easy to learn spells though can easily be committed to another owner

Patronus: Capuchin Monkey

Favourite Classes: Herbology, Charms

How Amortentia smells to him: Orange, Chocolate Cosmos, New Books, The Moment Before It Rains

After Hogwarts working as: Curse-Breaker - Employed by the Ministry of Magic, but doing lots of work for the Gringotts. Almost the equivalent of archaeologists, San loves the travelling included when he is tasked with bringing back gold from tombs and often have to break curses to enter them

Random:

messing around in classes with Yunho

with Wooyoung, they have the cutest Hufflepuff-Slytherin friendship in the school

often the victim of pranks cuz of his sweet and naive persona

has his own little garden in common room with exotic flowers

often gets detention for causing everyone to laugh in class

Mingi:

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Muggle-born

Personality: passionate, optimistic, jolly, enthusiastic, heroic, reckless, gallant, lovely, sweet

Pet: pink pygmy puff

Wand: Ash wood - Ash wands cling to its one true master. Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant

(CORE): Dragon heartstring core - Powerful, easy to learn spells though can easily be committed to another owner

Patronus: Lion

Favourite Classes: Flying, Charms

How Amortentia smells to him: Cakes baking in the oven, Bacon, Freshly washed hair, Lemon

After Hogwarts working as: Quidditch player (Seeker and captain) - Is not the safest job in the world but the euphoric feeling of soaring through the air on a state-of-the-art broom surely just can’t be beaten for Mingi. He has natural talent and can make his teammates always ready for anything

Random:

too soft for his little pink pygmy puff, but always loses her somewhere

sometimes clumsy in casting spells

Yunho is his best friend but in Quidditch he is his biggest enemy

always late to classes thanks to his love for sleeping

supporting his friends no matter what, often cheering for them in Quidditch games if they don’t play against Gryffindor

Wooyoung:

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: ambitious, gracious, smiley, driven, fair, cultured, observant, sociable, keen

Pet: Russian Blue cat

Wand: Hawthorn wood - Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and one should only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent

(CORE): Unicorn hair core - Consistent magic, bonds strongly to the first user

Patronus: Black Mamba

Favourite Classes: History of Magic, Ghoul Studies

How Amortentia smells to him: Wisteria, Clothes Fresh Out of the Drier, Morning dew, Pumpkin pie

After Hogwarts working as: Ministry of Magic official - started his journey at Department of Magical Law Enforcement in lower positions. But Wooyoung thanks to his talent, ambitions, manners and skills quickly became head of this department

Random:

pulls pranks on San very often, but he always takes care of him

always get what he wants

in Hogwarts, he can enjoy the muggle music and art dancing that his pure family hate and judge

always makes girls around blush

a charming gentleman with best manners

Jongho:

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Half-blood

Personality: strong, energetic, athletic, observant, bold, spontaneous, principled, gentle

Pet: Sugar Glider

Wand: Beech wood - The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry not seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation

(CORE): Veela hair core - very individualistic and temperamental

Patronus: Shark

Favourite Classes: Ghoul Studies, Defence Against the Dark Arts

How Amortentia smells to him: Wood, Fresh Waffle Cones, Lemon Grass, Coffee

After Hogwarts working as: Auror - working alone with Hongjoong.With Jongho’s power and talent, no one was surprised that he became a one. One of the best Aurors out there, feared by many dark wizards

Random:

MIngi’s most trusted team-mate and beater in Gryffindor team

often hanging out with Hongjoong and training for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class

best in duelling club along with Hongjoong

often asking Yunho to teach him more about magical creatures and how to defend against them

Part of the frog choir, angel voice along with Yeosang

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wafflewarriors · 4 years ago

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A Rewrite of History

Chapter 9—Hook Man

You woke up on a bed.

You hadn’t slept on a bed in months. And it was like a cloud. It had a soft but firm pillow and a heavy comforter, and if it had been your choice, you would have never left.

But like a sunbathing cat, you were always listening. A familiar flap of wings was brought to your attention and your heart sank. Angels. Of course—it had to be angels.

A deep voice broke your comfortable silence: "We know you're awake. Don't waste our time further."

You lifted your head to meet eyes with the pair gazing back at you. Muriel and Castiel. You sighed, almost wishing it was the Winchesters instead; at least they didn't talk riddles.

You propped yourself up, then realized your arm was back to its full range of motion. No sling. "You healed me." Same deal with your hand burn and some other little scars.

"Yes. You had severe malnutrition to the point of shutting down."

"Oh. I meant the bum arm, but... yeah, thanks for that, too."

"You need to be at your best for your next job," Castiel said.

"Excuse me, my next… job? And what would that be?" you looked between them. Something told you it wouldn’t be good.

Muriel offered the fakest smile you’d ever seen in your life. And that was saying something, considering the last few months. “We want you to kill Miss Lori Sorensen.”

“You… you mean for the hookman case? But… that’s not necessary. All I have to do is melt her necklace down,” you told them.

Their silence suggested they already knew that.

You squinted. “You can’t seriously be…” you tried to catch Castiel’s eyes, since he was more considerate, but he refused to meet your gaze. “That’s murder!”

“She is killing people.”

“No. Wrong. The hookman is killing people. The necklace is… she doesn't even know what she's doing! Cas, don’t tell me you’re actually condoning this?!”

Muriel turned calmly to Castiel, monitoring his reaction.

And there, you got a glimpse of just how long they’d really been brainwashing Castiel. Heaven must really be leashing him. He was as still as a statue; so motionless it gave you chills. Not even his trenchcoat dared to tremble. “It is His command,” was all he said.

Your eyes widened. Castiel still thought his orders were coming from God. As much as you wanted to tell him now, Muriel would certainly keep that from happening. No, you would keep this to yourself until Castiel was alone.

Trying to reflect Castiel's stoicism, you cleared your throat. "Right," you said sourly. "So, why the change? Why is… He… so eager to change the game? What makes this different?"

Muriel's eyes narrowed. "The Winchesters failed to bring the apocalypse the first time. It forced His hand."

You scoffed. "Forced God's hand? Now that is something." So it was true. The angels and demons really were changing the rules—and writing their own. "Or… you're trying to separate me from the Winchesters. That's it, isn't it? You want them to hate me."

As you unwound the truth, Muriel became more impatient. "I've had enough of your stalling. Do you understand your role or not?"

You held his gaze, reluctant but determined not to look weak. "Sure." Which really meant: we'll see.

"Good. I hope you mean what you say. Otherwise, you'll be forcing my hand," Muriel hummed.

Was that a threat? "On who? On me?"

"On you. On your friend. On your family," he said. His eyes were glowing. "On whomever I need."

You stared at him, processing this. On whomever I need.

Castiel finally spoke, almost like an automated voice, "Consider this room a gift. Checkout is at twelve. Your car is parked outside." And both angels disappeared before your eyes.

You turned to look at the clock, which read '11:58 AM'. You sighed. Of course it was. You couldn't ever enjoy anything.

You dragged yourself out of bed, already missing it's comfort, and grabbed your bag off of the table. "Time to go," you muttered.

To be honest, you were probably lucky Muriel didn't dump you in the middle of a corn field. He'd been giving you the stink eye since he first laid eyes on you.

You wondered briefly if Castiel had proposed the hotel room. Muriel certainly thought nothing of you; you were nothing more than some gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

Even if they had him tethered like a dog, the thought of Castiel trying to help you out in little ways was... comforting.

There was a map in the hotel lobby, which you pondered over. You were in Ankeny, Iowa. And you needed to get to the church.

The car drive there wasn’t anything like the Winchesters. There were no long talks, no discussing cases, no brotherly moments—just a solemn, smooth drive to drown in your thoughts.

The question remained:

Were you a killer?

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When you got to the church, you had decided.

You were a killer.

After all, who else should shoulder the deaths of Will, Jessica, and Bill? Your inaction made you just as guilty. You knew what would happen, yet you still failed. And here, you would fail Lori too.

You had failed the Winchesters.

You don't know what you had expected of yourself, but you certainly weren't a hero. This was the real world, where the choices weren't always black and white.

You found Lori sitting by her lonesome, probably wondering if she had killed the people around her. 'Avenging' angels, you remembered her saying. She thought the hookman was an avenging angel.

She didn't really know how right she was. Just… not in the way she might have imagined it.

She heard you and turned, looking to see her visitor, but was startled by the gun in your hands. "What—what's going on—"

"You're killing people," you told her.

"Wh-what? I don't—look, I don't know what you're talking about," she blurted, doe eyes on your gun.

This feels so wrong.

"You wanted your boyfriend punished for ignoring your lack of consent. You wanted your roommate punished. And now? You want your father punished," you said. "Do you see where this is going? Do you see how this ends?" you sneered.

"Please," she cried. "Please, I don't know how to stop it!"

You began to have second thoughts.

You mentally kicked yourself. Do the job already. You don't have the luxury of second thoughts.

Yet, your heart still strained at the thought of killing Lori. She didn't deserve that. She was an innocent girl witnessing a horrible event—just like you.

How the hell did the Winchesters make all these hard choices all the time? Why did you have to decide if the life of your friends and family were more important than another innocent girl? That wasn't fair—to you or them.

And who's to say this wouldn't continue? That the body count wouldn't rack up, that they wouldn't just keep asking for more from you, until you realized you were never the good guy at all?

The weight of the gun was suddenly too heavy. You let your arm fall to your side, shaking your head. "Just give me the necklace," you said stonily.

"So this is a robbery now?!" she yelped, though still fumbling for the silver cross.

"No," you said. "No. I'm… I'm saving you."

As she handed you the necklace, you did not expect the hookman to appear before you, swinging his scythe. You barely had enough time to dodge it.

So this was the thanks you got for saving her.

Just as you were about to bolt, Muriel and Castiel appeared. Castiel beside you, and Muriel beside Lori.

"What's going on?" you demanded.

You dropped the necklace when Castiel grabbed your arm with urgency. "Close your eyes," he said, and covered them with his hand anyway.

Light encompassed the room. You could see it by the red tint behind your eyelids. "No," you said with devastation. "No, you can't—"

You couldn't move away. There was a barrier—like a heavy blanket had been draped around your backside.

Like… Cas had thrown his wings around you.

He released you when the light faded out. You blinked, staring at Lori, who had two smoking holes where her eyes should have been.

"No," you said. "This… this wasn’t supposed to happen."

Castiel's jaw ticked. "If she had not died, you would have been punished."

Punished. Specifically the word punished. You sneered, "You know what? You angels are no better than the hookman." You kicked at the pile of dust near your feet, which used to be the silver necklace. It must have been incinerated in the blast. "Except he had no choice."

You let the silent 'you do' hang.

You could tell Castiel was listening—that you were finally getting the gears to turn in that funny celestial mind of his.

But just as you began to make progress, stupid Muriel had to intervene. "Let us go, Castiel. We have more important things to worry about than a mud monkey's defiance."

Castiel nodded and flew off a second behind Muriel.

It confirmed one thing, though: you needed to get Castiel alone. You had to convince him to help the Winchesters. And you, for that matter. His trust could be gained, but it would require time, patience, and a dead Muriel. And maybe—just maybe—you could then strike an alliance.

The first thing you would ask of him would be to get some damn angel sigils on your ribs.

On a similar note, you really should start by getting yourself an anti-possession tattoo. With as many demons as you were going to be facing in the future, you were going to need it. You weren't keen on being one of those thing's meatsuits.

Your thoughts were broken by the church doors being thrown open by Sam Winchester himself. Catching you red handed in an act you were only a witness to. Again.

There was no way to make this look good. Lori was dead—eyes burned out of their sockets—and you were alone with her, unscathed. And it wasn't like you could convince Sam that the hookman had done it; this wasn’t exactly his signature.

You ran for the backdoor, your heart panging in sorrow as you flew by Lori's body. There wasn't even time to let yourself grieve.

Sam was at your heels, but you managed to duck from his reach and throw yourself out the backdoor.

When you made it to your car, you pointed your gun at Sam, who skidded to a stop. "Don't move. Don't try to follow me," you told him. "You saw what happened to Lori." It was an empty threat, but it wasn't like Sam knew that.

His narrow eyes were fixated on you. Then, strangely enough, he backed off.

You turned to enter your car when someone slammed the gun out of your hands and grabbed you from behind. You struggled, but the arms were strong, and you were not.

You'd think after a few months of hunting, you'd have built some muscle, but your diet wasn't doing you much good. If anything, you were weaker.

"You are quite the escape artist, you know that?" It was Dean. And he didn't sound happy. His arms were tight, like a boa constrictor around your neck. You fidgeted, struggling to breath through his tight grip.

Sam straightened himself and glared at you. "She killed Lori."

You bit back your protests. It's not like they would listen. What's worse: you couldn't really deny it anyway. It was your fault she was dead. It was all your fault.

"Well, that settles it, then. You're not leaving our sight," Dean said as he snapped handcuffs around your wrists. He was rough about it, letting the metal dig into your skin. "We're going to figure out whatever the hell you are…" He brought his face real close, growling into your ear: "And then we're going to kill you."

If only they knew.

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gvf-imagine · 5 years ago

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Dinner

(Danny x reader)

(fluff)

warnings: none!

word count: 1464

A/N: I just really need more Danny in my life, we all do

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“Wait, we have to what?” You question turning to Danny with knitted eyebrows.

He smiled at your unbelievable selective hearing.

“We have to go to a team dinner, all the guys are getting dressed up and going to benvenoutos… pretty classy place” he explained.

“Well who’s ‘we’? I’m not going to a team dinner. I'm not even on the team” You retort adjusting your position on Danny’s couch.

Danny and you had been friends since elementary school, he’s really the only person you hung out with or could even tolerate at this point. He was on the golf team and they had just won nationals, which was expected, they were a great team and Danny was an excellent golfer.

“Yes you are, you’re the team manager” he says with a chuckle.

“Ok I’m hardly a team manager I’m more like the coaches assistant slash water girl. Hardly any reason for me to get all dressed up for some dumb dinner” you reply with a slight eye roll.

“You’re the only person on the team I’m comfortable around, the other guys are annoying and immature I don’t know how you can even stand them” you add. As you channel surf on the tv, there was never anything good on.

“Some of the guys are really good guys , not all of them but there’s a few nice ones. You won’t be alone, I’ll be there too. It’s the coache’s way of celebrating the win, it wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t there (y/n)” Danny says, his voice was genuine and soft. You looked at him for a moment and he smiled and his big brown eyes lit up.

“God fine I’ll go. Only for you though. The team would be garbage without you anyways Wagner, I hope you realize that, you have real talent” you admit somewhat reluctantly.

The smile on his face grew wider and he gave you a slight nod “thanks (y/n) that means a lot” he says before standing up

“Thirsty?” He asks, walking toward the refrigerator. “Oh uhhhh yeah , I’ll have what you’re having” you say not looking away from the TV. Danny’s cologne filled the air around you when he passed you.

Yum.

He always smelled so good, it was such a soft scent but demanded your attention and your attention it got. Danny was a very attractive man, you’d never told him that, you were far too shy , but you assumed he knew he was good looking. Sometimes you wondered what he’d thought of you but you never lost any sleep over it.

Daniel came back with two glasses of cold colas , he sat next to you handing you your glass. You thanked him with a smile before taking a drink. Just then a car door shut in the driveway

“Mom's home” Danny said and the two of you quickly pulled your homework out of your back packs “turn the TV off” he instructed as the two of you hastily ran to the dining room table.

“Oh yeah “ you say, turning around grabbing the remote and pressing the power button before tossing it on the couch. You slide on your socks across the kitchen ,careful not to spill your drink , and the front door opens right as you sit down across from Danny.

Lori Wagner was a delightful and funny woman but strongly believed in schoolwork before anything else. All of the Wagner children had to finish their homework before doing anything else the second they got home.

Danny shoots you a sly smile as the two of you try to act natural.

“Hi guys, how was school?” Lori asked with a positive tone in her voice like usual.

“It was good, we have a team dinner to go to tonight though, for winning nationals” Danny explained.

“Oh that sounds fun! What time ?” She asks putting some groceries away.

“Six o'clock” he answers.

“Wait, it's tonight??” You ask wide eyed.

“Yeah , why?” Danny questions.

“Well jeez I didn’t know it was tonight , it’s already 4:30 I have to go find something to wear!” You say shoving your homework back in your bag.

Lori smiles “you’ll look great in anything (y/n) you know that”

You return the smile “thanks Mrs. Wagner!” You chime as you slip your shoes on.

“I’ll pick you up in an hour” Danny calls , you nod and smile with a small wave before you head out the door.

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You make it home in minutes , You only live two blocks from Danny. Your family wasn’t as close as his , your mom died when you were younger and your dad was an alcoholic asshole who was hardly ever home. You had been raised by your older sister for the most part. You walk down the hall to your room and rummage through your closet for something to wear. You couldn’t find anything that looked good. You grabbed your phone and texted Danny

Y: hey what are you wearing tonight?

You smile at his un-enthusiastic facial expression.

Y: looks good, ugh idk what to wear

D: thanks , and don’t overthink it, just look nice ya know?

Gee wonderful advice , you think to yourself.

You decide to wear a simple black sundress , not too long not too short , with a pair of silver flats. You do your makeup and choose to leave your hair down. You look at yourself in the mirror. Good enough for a basketball dinner.

You hear your phone ringing from your room and run to answer it , it’s Danny .

“Hey” you say slightly out of breath

“Hi, I’m about to come get you, are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be”

You can almost hear him smiling on the other end of the phone.

“Alright I’ll see you in a minute”

You hang up and spray a teasing amount of perfume on then put some earrings on to bring the outfit together. You hear Danny’s car pull up and head for the door.

You get in his car

“I really don’t wanna do this” you say clicking your seatbelt on. Danny looks at you with a slight surprise on his face, he doesn’t say anything , just stares.

You feel your cheeks burn red .

“Earth to Daniel” you speak again.

He smiles

“You look nice (y/n)” he says

“I can be fancy!” You reply

“I’ve never seen you in a dress before , I didn’t know you owned one” he joked

“Yeah well soak it in while you can” You retort, you weren’t a fan of dresses. Danny looks at you a moment longer.

“Here hold on” he says digging in his pocket , he pulls out his phone

“What are you doing?” You ask with a reluctant smile.

“Soaking it in while I can” he says before snapping a picture of you.

You chuckle and have a hard time hiding your smile and blushing cheeks. He took a picture of you , he’s never done that before and it made you feel a way you’d never felt before. What was this odd warm tingly feeling in your stomach? He smiles at the picture before putting his phone back in his pocket and pulling out of your driveway.

“I’m really glad you decided to go (y/n)” he says.

“Me too” you reply, glancing at him , he looked so focused and relaxed while driving. ————————————

The dinner went pretty much how you expected, the boys were loud and annoying and the food was okay. Thankfully it was over now and you and Danny were taking a walk to end the night. The air was cool but not cold and the sky was full of stars . The streets were dead quiet , the only sound was the trees rustling in the gentle wind.

“I had fun with you tonight” Danny says, his voice more soothing than the soft breeze in the air. “Yeah, we always have a good time together” you respond. And it was true the two of you always had fun. “Ya know I was wondering…. um would you like to go- to go out with me sometime? Like just me and you on a - a date?” he asks with a slight stutter, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.You smiled brightly you couldn’t believe it! He asked you on a date! He does like you!

“Yeah I’d really really love that Danny” you respond excitedly. He sighs with relief

“Great, I’ll make a plan , I’ll think of something fun” he says.

The two of you continue to walk aimlessly around town. Danny slowly grabs your hand and holds it tight. Everything felt right and perfect in that moment, it was just you and him. And you couldn’t wait to see what he’d plan for your date.

#danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #gvf #gvf imagine #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka

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richonnejustdesserts · 7 years ago

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Teacher’s Pet : A Richonne Round Robin Fanfic

A small town sheriff and preschool teacher find love thanks to the cutest little matchmaker around. [RATED: T]

Chapter 9 (written by @reciprocityfic)

Fridays were quickly becoming Rick’s favorite day of the week.

There was, of course, the ubiquitous appeal of Friday bringing the end of a long week at work, giving Rick the freedom to focus on Carl and Judith. And when the kids were with Lori, Fridays signaled the start of some often much-needed alone time.

Of course, his alone time wasn’t quite alone anymore. And Carl and Judith weren’t the only two people he got to spend extended time with over a weekend that always felt too short.

Michonne was there now, fitting into his family and his life like she was always meant to be there. And he couldn’t have been happier.

Fridays were good for many reasons, but his absolute favorite one was that Fridays always ended with Michonne.

They’d started a tradition together, even though their relationship was still relatively new. After dinner in and spending quality time with the kids playing board games or hanging out in the backyard before sending them off to bed, or going out to eat and exploring more of King County so Michonne could continue to learn more about her home on weekends they were alone, Fridays always ended with the two of them curled up on his couch watching movies.

It was easy, it was simple, and it was one of the best things in his life.

They usually only got through one movie before one or both of them couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore, but tonight they had made it to a second one. Still, Rick was having trouble focusing on the television screen, but it wasn’t because he was tired.

He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the woman pressed into his side.

Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and she’d changed out of the outfit she wore to dinner and slipped on one of his spare t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants she’d started keeping at his house for lazy nights spent in. She’d taken her contacts out and perched her glasses on her nose, and was intently concentrating on the movie before her.

He loved the gorgeous, sexy outfits she always put together for dates, but he couldn’t overstate how beautiful he found her whenever she was like this: casual, relaxed, so comfortable in his home and there with him.

It made his heart swell in his chest, and he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that her gaze had shifted from the movie to him.

“Are you not enjoying my movie?”

He blinked and laughed lightly when he registered the disapproving look on her face, and he wrapped his arm around her more tightly as he looked towards the television and saw a scene from The Proposal playing out onscreen.

“Romantic comedies aren’t really my thing.”

“Well, it’s what I picked. So don’t you even think about falling asleep on me. You’re going to watch it till the end even if it kills you,” she warned, turning back towards the television.

He chuckled again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And maybe I would’ve been more open to picking something we both would’ve liked,” she continued, eyes never leaving the screen, “if you hadn’t made me watch a movie about the ghost of a dead witch chase around and kill college kids in the woods beforehand.”

“Hey, The Blair Witch Project was a defining moment for the horror genre. The found-footage filming style would’ve never caught on like it did if it wasn’t for that movie.”

“Yeah, I know, Mr. Scary Movie Aficionado. That’s the third time you’ve told me.”

He could tell she was trying to sound stern, but he could see the smile she was trying to hold back just turning up the corners of her lips.

“I’m just trying to educate you,” he defended.

“Something tells me you’re trying to use the old ‘Watch a Horror Movie With a Girl So She’ll Cuddle With You’ move.”

He let out a short laugh. He couldn’t deny that.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” he asked her.

“Nah,” she answered immediately, turning back towards him, letting her grin light up her entire face now. “I like that reason a lot.”

“Good,” he murmured, smiling at her softly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. They both refocused their attention on the screen.

But, again, the movie couldn’t hold his thoughts for long. Barely a few minutes had passed before his eyes wandered and found her beautiful face.

He was always in awe of her, and had been since the day they’d met. Since he saw her smiling face, heard her smooth voice as she stood and addressed Judith’s classmates and their parents. But tonight, as he watched light from the tv flicker across her skin in the dim room, something overwhelmed him. Her presence filled the air around them and enveloped him in the best way. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt words bubble to his lips.

He had the urge to swallow them down, as he had always tended to do in the past. Lori had often accused him of being too quiet, and in many instances, she was right.

He would learn from past mistakes. This was different. Michonne was different. He was determined to make it different.

“Chonne?”

“Yeah?” she murmured, eyes still trained on the tv.

He sat up and reached down to the coffee table in front of him, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie.

“Hey!” she protested immediately. “What the hell? I told you, you’re not getting out of this.”

She turned her whole body towards him, her arms crossed and her lips pressed together in a small pout. She was so adorable he almost couldn’t stifle his laugh, so he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“I know,” he assured her, “and we’ll finish it. I promise. I just wanted to…talk to you about something for a little bit.”

He saw her face fall the tiniest bit, but she recovered quickly, and quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, but make it quick, Grimes. We’re just getting to the good part.”

He laughed again, and his breath caught as he took her in. Once again, he was overcome. He got lost in her, so much so that he nearly forgot what he wanted to tell her.

“Rick?”

Her cautious voice pulled him from his thoughts, and when he refocused, he found that the hint of worry that had flashed across her face a few minutes ago was there again. He reached his hand out and cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her cheekbone in an attempt to reassure her.

“I like you,” he said, finally.

Her eyes warmed, and she smiled, leaning into his palm.

“I like you, too.”

A grin that matched hers took over his face automatically when he heard her words, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. To try and temper his happiness and slow his hammering heart so he could focus on what he wanted to say.

“I really like you, Michonne.”

Her smile grew, but she didn’t answer him this time. Instead, she grabbed the hand that caressed her face and brought it to rest in her lap, intertwining their fingers. She nodded gently for him to continue. She could tell that he had more.

That feeling of shyness that had always stopped him from speaking before came over him all at once, and he dropped his gaze from her face to their clasped hands. He swallowed once, and tightened his grip on her.

“I really like you. And I know it hasn’t been that long, but you fit so well here. Having you, and getting closer to you has been so natural. And I’m not just talking about Carl and Judith adjusting. I mean, they adore you, which is amazing, of course. But with me, too. I know that seems obvious, but sometimes with kids people can get so hung up on making sure they’re alright, that they can forget about the relationship they’re building. And I don’t want that to ever happen with us. I want you to know that when I say how good this is, and how happy I am, I’m not just talking about how it is with them. I’m happy with you.”

He lifted his head and captured her gaze again. Her eyes shined, and she shifted until she was on her knees. Then, she leaned forward, resting her hands on his thighs. She nodded again, urging him on.

“After Lori and I ended things, I was afraid,” he admitted. “She was all I knew, since I was a kid. And I was afraid that I’d never find anything like it again. That I didn’t know how to anymore. I wouldn’t say the right thing or look the right way or do what I was supposed to. But then I met you, and everything was so easy. Like I said, everything just fit so well.”

He paused, and brought his hands to rest on her hips, his thumb finding the hem of her shirt and dipping below it to stroke her smooth skin.

“I didn’t find what I had with Lori. It’s different than it was with her. It’s different than everything else before, but it’s a good different. And I’m not even sure I can pinpoint what exactly that difference is. I just know that it’s there. And it’s us.”

He pulled her closer to him, until she was practically sitting in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her fingers began to fiddle with the ends of his hair.

“Rick,” she breathed.

“This is different,” he told her earnestly. “And it’s real, and it’s good, and it’s ours.”

She brought her forehead to his, resting them against each other and closing her eyes.

“It is,” she agreed.

“I’m guess what I’m trying to say is, I want this,” he told her, trying to resist the urge to kiss her. He wanted desperately to get the rest of his words out. “I know it hasn’t been that long, and it all happened kinda fast, but you’re here. And now that you’re here, I can’t imagine you not being here. I want you here, for a long time. I’ll work for it. I’ll put the time in. I’m in this, one hundred percent.”

He trailed off, his words lingering in the air. He laughed once, self-consciously.

“I just hoping you are, too.”

And she laughed this time, a sweet, soft sound that filled him from his head to his feet.

“Holy shit, Rick Grimes, do you have a way with words.”

“Well, they’re not usually my strong suit. Or so I’ve been told.”

“You must’ve picked up some skills somewhere, then,” she surmised, leaning back and running her fingers through his brown hair. A expression came over her face that almost seemed sentimental.

“You surprised me, you know.”

“Yeah?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah. Before I moved here, I had a breakup that was not fun, to say the least. It’s kind of what encouraged me to check out King County in the first place. I was going to move to the country, swear off men, and find myself. Or something like that. Then Judith Grimes walked into my classroom, and she brought you with her, and I was pretty much a goner at that point.”

He smirked, and brought his hand up to tuck a lock of her hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear.

“And to answer your question - yes, I’m in. Totally and completely. I want what you want. And I promise that someday I’ll tell you in a way that’s as beautiful as what you just told me, but right now I just want to curl up next to you and…bask in everything, if that’s alright.”

“I’d like that. Plus, we have to finish our movie,” he told her, and then leaned forward to press a slow, lingering kiss to her smiling lips. After a few, small, follow-up pecks, she shifted off of him, and returned to her original position, curled into his side and underneath his arm. He picked up the remote, but before he pressed play, he spoke.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you - how have you been feeling about King County lately? Still have that potential you were hoping for?”

He felt her laughter shake her body against his.

“I think it has a lot more than potential at this point.”

He chuckled, and pulled her closer to him as he started the movie back up.

“I do, too.”

And as the characters and stories played out on the screen before them, he savored her presence beside him. The calm and joy she’d brought to his heart and his life.

Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy, as he was lulled by the comfort of being with her. When they started to close, he snapped them open and blinked heavily a few times before glancing sideways to see if she’d caught him.

He found her fast asleep as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

He smiled, stifling his laugh so he didn’t wake her. He took in her endearing, gorgeous, sleeping form and let it fill his heart, before plucking her glasses off her face. He placed them on the table in front of them and then grabbed the blanket resting on the arm of the couch, draping it over them. He stopped the movie, and turned off the television.

Darkness engulfed the room, and he closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of the couch and falling asleep with Michonne in his arms.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |

#author: reciprocityfic #richonne #richonne fanfiction #richonne round robin #teacher's pet #rjd writing network #rick grimes #michonne #carl grimes #judith grimes #grimes family 2.0

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taneyhana · 8 years ago

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Serenity, Peace, Loving || Dawson & Taney || Post-Christmas but Pre-New Years Eve

Dawson had gone to the address she had provided. To be honest, he had continued to think about her as the days went on. It was so out of the norm for him to do this, which is why it seemed more thrilling. THey had a full night of sex together, and now he was taking her on a date. It was so opposite of how he normally behaved. Getting to her house, he fixed his hair in the car mirror. He flattened his hands down his chest making sure his suit had no wrinkles. Picking up the bouquet of violets and the box of white chocolate covered pretzels he approached her door and rang the bell.

Taney: Taney had been enjoying Dawson's company. He was kind and sweet, things people weren't normally with her. Given the stresses of her current situation, she welcomed the distraction. Still, she knew it might've been more to him, not that she ever hid herself on the network and was willing to answer any questions he'd had about her. Luke and Lori knew Taney would be out for the night, Whitney coming over to watch Winnie so that Luke and his mom could have quality time. Taney dressed up in a short dark merlot dress with an open back and plunging neckline, keeping her hair down, as promised. Though Taney thought Winnie was in her room about to go to sleep she'd gone to the door when the bell rang. She found her daughter looking up at the tree of a man saying high. "Wednesday, you better get back to bed before the monsters come and drag you away!"

Taney: She laughed and shook her head, scooping up her defiant daughter and kissing her head before giving Dawson a look over. "You pulled out all the stops, handsome man." With a gentle tug of his tie she pulled him to her and she stole a kiss. "I'll be right back." Slipping away to hand her daughter back to Whit, she asked her sister to let her know how she looked, Whitney commenting on how 'cute' it was to see Taney 'of all people' excited for a date. She rolled her eyes, knowing that dating was a rarity for her, but that she did enjoy it when it happened- though it was generally reserved solely for Lucas these days and he wasn't particularly feeling it.

Taney: Her cheeks were flushed when she made it back to him and only made more red by the presentation of the violets. "You can do no wrong, Sir." She smiled, setting them into a vase on a small table by the door that was normally reserved to dropping mail so that they didn't forget about it. "The pretzels have to come with us though. Shall we?"

Dawson stood with his hands neatly folded behind his back. Dates were always fun, and he was really excited for this one. He had carefully chosen his outfit, hoping she would like it. As she answered the door he immediately smiled. She looked incredible. He almost forgot to speak. The dark color complimented the fair color of her skin. "Hi." It was the only thing he could manage to say at the moment. Right as he was going to compliment her, he saw movement by his feet. "Oh! Hello there." He looked down and giggled lightly. He had no idea that she had a child. Watching Taney's interaction with her daughter, Dawson smiled and wondered if she had more than one child. "I just.. wanted it to be special" he replied when she addressed him. When she pulled him in for a kiss, he immediately blushed. He laughed lightly. "Thank you.. for that." He smiled and nodded, waiting on the doorstep for her to return. He subtly tried to check his breath as she ran off to presumably put her daughter to bed. He rocked back and forth from toe to heel as he waited. Once she returned he handed her the flowers, excited that she seemed to like them. "Yeah we can bring the pretzels with us." He held out his hand for her to take so he could help her down the stairs. "You look so incredibly beautiful." He spoke quietly. Once they got comfortable inside his car, he turned to her. "So you have a daughter?" He couldn't tell if maybe she was a niece or other relative. "She is very cute." Dawson started the car and pulled away towards his restaurant choice.

Taney: She smiled at the compliment, dimples in full display as she took his hand. Truthfully since she found out she was pregnant she'd become a bit hyper critical of her appearance, not that she was telling anyone about it. She simply replied that he looked like one fine fox and let him lead the way to his car. She was still on the fence about her pregnancy and not willing to tell anyone about it when even she didn't know if she was keeping the fetus, let alone if she'd make it to term. "I do have a daughter, Wednesday. I adopted her with my ex-husband, but I have full custody of her now, so I’m still trying to work that out. My half-sister, Whitney is watching her tonight.” When they arrived at ‘Iibriq Alshshay Taney looked over at Dawson surprised. “I haven’t actually been here before. Are you sure you want to take me here?” She put an emphasis on the ‘me’ hoping he would understand that she wasn’t the type of girl people treated like a queen- even if she joked that she was one.

Dawson listend about her family. So there was an ex-husband, Dawson decided not to press too much further about that. He understood everyone had their different situations. "She really is a beautiful kid. How old is she?" He always liked kids. Although he wasn't around them often in his personal life, he performed surgery on plenty. "Well, maybe we should bring Whitney a dessert back as a thank you?" He questioned, hoping that it would be an appreciated gesture. He stopped the car and looked at her surprised. "Really? The food here is really good." When she asked if he was sure, he smiled softly. "Of course I do." He spoke with complete confidence and a genuine smile. He couldn't imagine not wanting to take her there. He saw her start to get out "Oh wait." He quickly got out and ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her, holding his hand out to help her. "I hope you like this place. It has Lebanese food. I love their Kubideh." Once they were inside, the were directed to a table. "Would you like to share some wine or anything? Are you a wine drinker?" He wanted to know more about her without seeming invasive. He just thought she was interesting, beautiful, and worth all the time in the world.

Taney: “Winnie turned two in September.” She could see the reluctance to ask about Chad, but she didn’t tell him it was okay to ask. Taney knew her life was chaos and that it might have been best to leave Chad a mystery. Dawson was absolutely sweet and she looked up at him with a smile when he asked about her sister. “Whit would love that, I’m sure of it.” For a fleeting moment she thought about just how perfectly sweet this guy was, thoughtful and totally wrong to be anywhere with her... the type of guy that would be perfect for someone like Whitney. She let the thoughts melt away with a sigh when he was out of the car an running around to open her door.

Taney: As they walked together she listened, knowing that he was shy that it was probably going to be a rarity to enjoy his conversation. “I’ve never had Kubideh, but if you love it I’m more than willing to try it.” Taney wasn’t sure if she wanted to drink, she hadn’t since she found out she was pregnant- even though she’d settled on aborting after the holidays. “I think, tonight, I’d like to get to know you without a single thing clouding my judgement. We’ll just have to have amazing wine together the next little outing, I think.” Taney winked at him and squeezed his hand before slipping into her chair. “Was it hard getting a reservation here?”

Dawson smiled at hearing her daughters nickname. "Winnie. That's really cute." He nodded, glad that she agreed with the idea of taking dessert home. He looked at her across the table. "By the way, that is a really gorgeous color on you." It really illuminated the brightness of her skin. Internally he beat himself up. Was he complimenting her too much? Was that weird? Did he seem creepy? He shut himself up by sipping his glass of water.

Dawson nodded and grinned when she said she didn't want to cloud her judgement. That meant a lot to him that she wanted to get to know him better. "Really? Well, that's a really great idea. I would like to get to know you better too." His cheeks heated up as she squeezed his hand. He took it as a sign that she might like him. "Uh well, it was sort of busy because of the holidays, but the staff here is really fantastic and they were kind enough to squeeze us in." He smiled and told the waiter they would just be having water. "So Taney, how long have you lived in LA?" He was going to avoid the job questions considering last time it ended up with them having sex on his coffee table.

Taney: Taney had a way of hiding her laugh when people who were genuinely nice were consistently nice to her. Her head dipped down a little and she smiled a bit more until the urge to laugh subsided as nothing more than maybe a brief chuckle or too. In her mind it was a way of protecting herself from the infectious kindness of people like Dawson, people she never felt she really belonged with but that she found completely fascinating as they were so different from her. “I don’t wear colors a lot. You got something special tonight.” Taney ran the tips of her fingers down the plunging neckline of her dress, her green eyes watching Dawson as she did so. “I hope it isn’t too revealing.”

Taney: Though her smile seemed genuine, there was a definite pit in her stomach trying to think about handling conversations about her life in a ritzy public space like this one. “Did you charm them into submission?” Taney couldn’t really picture any normal person being capable of saying no to his smile, it was certainly contagious. “I’ve been in Los Angeles on and off for years. This stint is just about four years old, with a few months here and there. I’ve actually lived in every state, so LA still doesn’t feel very much like home. I’m trying to make it home though. How about you?

Dawson watched as she looked down. Was it shyness he was seeing from her? Or was it something else. When she mentioned that he got something special, he nodded. "I know I did." He looked her in the eyes. clearly meaning that she was the 'something special' he was referring to. His eyes followed her fingers down and he blushed slightly. "I think it looks beautiful on you." He had seen everything there before, so he couldn't understand why he was feeling so bashful about it now.

Dawson laughed and shook his head. "Politeness is far from charming them into submission. I was just nice to them." He smiled as the waiter came by and filled their water glasses. He ordered a hummus appetizer for them and two plates of Kubideh. It was a really easy dish to enjoy, so he hoped she didn't hate it. "Oh wow, you have lived in every state? Does that include Alaska and Hawaii?" He asked curiously. He had heard Alaska was beautiful. "I grew up here. I haven't lived anywhere else, boring I know but.." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly "I just can't seem to find the motivation to leave. I love it here." LA also provided some of the best business for him considering it's immensely high rate of plastic surgery performed in the city. "Hey I was wondering.. maybe after we leave here and get dessert.. would you want to go for a walk or something? It's a beautiful night out and it would be a shame to waste it." He raised his eyebrows in a clear expression of hope. The more time he could spend with her, the better. She was interesting and fun and brought this excitement out in him.

Taney: Taney shook her head ‘no’... “You’re something else, you know that?” She felt very sure of herself, like no man could teach her anything more about herself, and yet it Dawson seemed to be reading her and coming to curiosities. She wondered how many times she had the same expression. It was rare when people surprised her as people watching was a bit of a hobby for her. Taney nodded, focusing on the conversation. “Yeah, I’ve lived in all fifty and some of the territories, plus England, Mexico, and Canada. Until recently, I did a sort of nomadic thing.”

Taney: She wasn’t phased by Dawson ordering for both of them, having decided she would just ask for what he was having because he would know better than she did about what was the best. Taney ran her fingers through her long dark hair, turning the ends over as she listened to him. “I think it’s admirable to stay in one place. I’ve never had reason to until recently. You have a career here, then? I think that some might describe my interests as an ever-changing kaleidoscope. I need a constant flux or I...disengage. It’s not a high maintenance thing, though. It’s just that I think I want to see all the beauty in the world that I feel like I’m missing out if I’m not exploring new horizons. If that makes sense.”

Taney: The food came and they ate, Taney complimenting each thing she tried. “You definitely made the right choice! All of this is so good. I feel like I’ve been missing out by never coming here.” With a pat of her napkin to her lips she excused herself to the bathroom. It was an unpleasant reminder of reality, that no matter what was happening out there that home was still there to confuse her. Taney hung over the toilet and threw up nearly every bite of dinner. She moved to the sink, touching up her makeup and chewing gum, keeping an eye on the time to make sure she wasn’t gone long before she spat out the gum and went back to the table. “Sorry about that. Had to make sure my horns weren’t showing.” Taney winked at him. “Did you order dessert while I was gone? I’d love a walk with you afterwards.”

Dawson blushed and looked down when she spoke about him. He got compliments from people, and he always appreciated them, but being complimented by her felt different. He ate while she spoke of all the places she lived. "Wow, you have really been all over haven't you? Amazing. I don't think I have ever met someone who has done that before." It was intriguing to him, he had lived in the same city his whole life and ventured out for only extreme surgeries and traveling for brief vacations. Maybe he needed to get out more. After all, he had the time. "Where do you want to go that you haven't been?" He asked, truly interested in what her answer would be. When she asked if he had a career in LA, he nodded. "I'm a plastic surgeon." He liked the way she described herself. "I like that that is how you see the world. I wish I was more like that. I do like flux, I mean, plastic surgery covers a lot of ground, but I think maybe it's time I try more things in my personal life. You really are adventurous aren't you?" He rested his cheek in his hand and looked at her. "It is really nice here and the service is great." He was relieved that she seemed to enjoy what he picked out for them. Nodding, he watched as she left for the bathroom. The waiter came by for the check and he paid up. When Taney came back he nervously laughed at her joke. "I don't think I believe that you have them at all." He stood up and shook his head when she mentioned dessert. "No, I know a neat place for dessert where we can go on a walk too." He put his hand on her lower back and led her back out to the car. Driving to the pier area, he finally found the place he was thinking of. It was a new trendy ice cream place where they poured the cream and toppings and you watched it freeze in front of you. They rolled the ice cream to look like little roses. "I thought this would be fun. You like ice cream right?"

Taney: Taney shrugged and nodded. “I think I haven’t had a reason to put roots down until Winnie, but they’re here in Los Angeles now. I hope that I’ll still be able to see more of the world, though.” Taney paused, lamenting on what could only be described at a loss of freedom. She’d certainly never intended to be a parent, let alone doing it alone. For a fleeting moment Lucas, Lori, and Whitney came to mind and she felt like ‘alone’ might not have been the right word. Blinking away the though, she carried on with the conversation. “Trust me, I’ve done plenty to make people think that my travels were insanity and far from admirable. I have seen and done a few lifetimes worth of things, but I would be lying if I didn’t confess that it’s probably 50/50 on the scales of good and bad.” Taney chewed her bottom lip trying to think about where she wanted to go. “I think Iceland is pretty high on my list these days. I’d be totally screwed with the language though. Have you seen Icelandic? If looks like someone just started banging on a keyboard and said ‘good enough’. How about you, Daws?”

Taney: She watched him curiously, he seemed painfully nice, like she was going to be a tornado in his life if she let this continue on beyond this date. “How long were you in school to be a plastic surgeon? I can’t even imagine the dedication. I never did well in school. I was shifted around a lot, so I never had a chance to make friends or settle into a curriculum.” Taney stopped herself from going into it more, not wanting to deal with the familiar look of judgement when she got on a soapbox of ‘not everyone needs a degree to be smart or talented’, but she could feel it in her bones that even if she was of that stance he would likely still be nice to her about it. In a way, he reminded her of her friend Bayoa’s wife, capable of finding good in anything. Normally, such a cheery disposition would be off putting, but she was far more attracted to Dawson than Kai.

Taney: Grinning she nodded, “I like to think I’m adventurous where it counts.” With that she let him lead her to the car and adventure to the place where they would have ice cream. “Are there actually people that don’t like ice cream? I mean, there are so many flavor options and there is some decent tasting lactose free ice cream. I would go as far as to say I can’t trust an ice cream hater.”

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