#the fumbling dead twd

[wildlyfreemoon]

i NEED daryl and michonne scenes between season 3 and 4... like wtf do you mean when you just subtly drop they did runs together and show me NONE of it??? two of the best characters being best buds and youre going to dangle it in front of me like a carrot??

[hungry-hobbits]

twd posting out of nowhere but they were fucking right?

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

What gets me is that has by far been the best spinoff so far, and they had to go ahead and ruin it. Isabelle is one of the best characters I've seen in TWD in a long time, and they kill her off like that

man fuck the daryl show. isabelle is by far the best character they've introduced in years. they spent so much time dedicated to her backstory just to kill her off like that??? she deserved better than this slop.

[zombiigrll]

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IMMUNE? ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x immune!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.1K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ hurt to comfort?, use of y/n, blood, zombie apocalypse stuff ofc, post-terminus era, references/slight spoilers to twd 5x2 ?? petname (angel - which also did we all collectively agree that carl would call his s/o angel? i see everyone use it i have before too its so cute .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you get bit, but nothing happens. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ hey guys... its been a minute... (45 days COUGH COUGH) i am so sorry i have been SO BUSY and i didnt even realize i had this fic almost completely finished in my drafts so i decided why not finally finish it!! (which is also why the ending might be a bit weak because i also have no written anything for 45 days LMAO) my favorite thing about the whole science behind zombisim is all the theories of if you could or couldn't become immune so i wanted to write a little fic because i love... zombie science.. nerd alert!!! ☝️🤓 <- me but also whats a carl grimes/zombie fanfic writer without writing at least one immunity fic!! hope u guys enjoy!!

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everyone knew you were clumsy. you'd always have to be with someone, no matter what. that's how much people worried about you.

there had been plenty of times where you had been close to getting bit, and if you were alone, you would've been bit.

but now, you and your group were back on the road after the prison had fell. you all met up at a terrible place called terminus, and almost died if carol wouldn't have shown up. it was dangerous, and terrifying. but you had carl on your side, as always. he was the person who had saved you so many times. he was like your personal bodyguard.

you guys had eventually ended up at a church with a priest named gabriel. you felt uneasy being there. gabriel seemed, well, unstable. rick saw it too, telling carl to keep his guard up.

but after a while, everyone was inside the church, laughing and having fun.

you spot bob walking outside, which catches your attention instantly. no one else really seemed to notice, so you turned over to carl.

"i'm gonna go outside."

"do you want me to go with?" he asks, immediately sitting up.

"no, it's fine. i think i saw bob go out there. i wanna go check on him." you smile at him, standing up and walking over to where you saw bob go.

but when you stepped out, he was nowhere to be found.

"bob?" you called out, walking forward a bit more as you looked around for him. "where'd you go?"

you walked a bit further, leaning your arm on a tree as you looked past further into the distance, searching for any sight of bob.

but, to your luck, you were snuck up on. you heard a growl to your side, where your arm was leaning, and then a pain shot through your forearm.

you let out a loud shriek as you fumbled for your knife, stabbing the walker who was still attached to your arm in the head. you kicked him off, breathing heavily.

you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest.

you glanced down at the walker who was now laying dead on the ground, gripping tightly on your knife as you processed what had just happened. you lifted up your pained, bleeding arm.

"no... no, oh, my god." you dropped your knife and began wiping away the blood that was profusely leaking out of your fresh bite wound. "shit..."

you stared at your arm for a moment, attempting to catch your breath while watching your own blood drip onto the floor beneath you.

the doors to the church busted open, snapping you out of your daze. carl, rick, and michonne stood at the door, staring at you.

carl stepped a bit closer. "what happened? are you okay-" he stopped as he spotted your arm. his face fell flat and his eyes widened.

"it snuck up on me.." you quietly and breathlessly responded, tears falling from your agonized face. "i was looking for bob."

rick runs up to you as he realizes you had been bit. he grabs your arm, his face a bit panicked as he starts speaking. "we have to cut it off."

"no!" you tugged your arm away from his grip, holding your arm from him. "we don't have the stuff for that!"

"stop yelling." rick sternly ordered, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "let's go inside. i'm sure gabriel has the stuff for it."

you anxiously nodded, stepping toward the church with carl by your side.

"i'll get gabriel." michonne said, walking towards his office. "find somewhere for her to sit."

you take a seat in one of the rows, still holding your arm tightly.

"what the hell happened?" glenn asks, quickly walking over to the three of you with maggie by his side.

"she got bit." rick runs a hand through his hair. you look to your side and spot carl, just staring blankly, his expression the same as when he first saw your bite just moments before. he was speechless, and afraid.

you held your arm tighter as the pain increased, blood seeping through in between your fingers as you clenched your jaw. your breathing was progressively getting more and more ragged and uneven the more you panicked.

"i don't want you to cut my arm off.." you protested, your voice high pitched and wobbly. you closed your eyes tightly, a few tears falling from your eyes.

"we have to." rick shook his head. "otherwise you'll become one of them."

"i don't care." you sobbed, gripping tighter and tighter onto your arm. "i can't do it. i probably wouldn't survive either way, we don't have proper stuff for it." you could tell it was difficult for them to understand what you were saying through your sobs. "i just want to wait it out."

rick eyes widen, along with everyone else who were crowded around you.

carl finally steps closer, grabbing your other hand tightly. you could spot tears falling from his eyes. "please, y/n. i'll be with you, it'll be okay. please i.. i can't lose you."

you looked up at him through your lashes, pressing your lips together. "i can't, carl. i can't."

...

they had moved you to one of the rooms in the church that had something you could lay on. they tied your wrist to a pole and stood in the room with you.

you could barely keep track of what was happening. you genuinely felt fine, besides the side effects from losing blood.

"can you wrap my arm up..?" you requested. the tickling feeling of your blood dripping down your arm becoming too much, and you also wanted to test if that was what was making you feel sick.

being immune wasn't even a thought in your head yet. but you were just creeped out about not having any of the same side effects that anybody else had when they'd gotten bit. you were sweating, but you weren't feverish, that's just how the weather always was.

"yes, of course." glenn grabbed a thing of gauze out of his bag, going up to you and carefully but tightly wrapping it around the bite. he also grabbed a nearby rag to wipe the access blood that had been dripping off of your arm.

"...thanks." you sighed, looking away from everyone.

they were all just staring, waiting for something to happen. but nothing was. the awkward silence and suspense was killing you. you saw the sun starting to come up through the window, which means it had been quite a few hours since you had gotten bit.

you've seen people last a day, maybe the tiniest bit over a day, but you noticed that they always had obvious symptoms by now. and you still didn't.

you blew a raspberry, looking around the room. ".. i don't feel anything."

"what?" carl squinted in confusion, his voice still a bit brittle from crying. "like, you're numb?"

"no, like.. i don't feel any symptoms of turning." you laughed at how idiotic your sentence probably sounded to everyone.

"so, you're saying you're immune?" carls voice changed from being upset to just pure confusion.

"i don't know." you shrugged, tapping your foot on the hardwood floors. "i seriously don't know what's going on. the only time i felt sick was when it first happened and i saw my blood dripping. i feel fine right now, a little lightheaded, but i think thats from the bloodloss."

"look, theres no such thing as being 'immune.'" rick shook his head at your statement. "it might just be.. taking a while to settle in."

"dad, can you have a little faith?" carl turned to rick, glaring slightly at him before turning back at you. "i believe you."

everyone else seemed really skeptical about what was happening, exchanging confused looks with one another.

"we'll keep her in here for a little while, alright? if she still doesn't feel anything by tonight, then we'll untie her." rick sighed, looking down at you. you had been with everyone since the start, being there when carl reunited with rick and everything, so you could sense everyones panic when they first saw you get bit. and now, you could sense their pure confusion. people in our group have gotten bit before, but they'd show signs almost immediately.

"i can stay with her if you guys want to leave." carl said, sitting down right next to you. "i'll let you know if anything happens."

everyone agreed and left the room.

you laughed to yourself, looking over at the door.

"are you okay?" carl asks, looking at you anxiously.

"i'm fine." you turned your head over to look at him. "this is just so fucking weird. and we don't even know where bob went. i'm so confused right now. nothing is making sense." you let out another light laugh, shaking your head in honestly disbelief.

"maybe you're the chosen one." carl laughs, smiling at you. "i really hope you're being honest. i.. i don't think i can handle losing you."

you look at him with a lopsided smile, happy to hear how much he cared. "i wouldn't lie to you about this. i genuinely don't feel sick at all. i mean, i feel gross, but not in a 'i'm dying' way. more in a 'i just got my arm bitten into' way." you tried to make light of the situation, despite being terrified. carls expression stayed a bit worried. "..sorry, not funny. i don't want to lose you either carl. you're the best thing to ever happen to me, you know?"

his concern turned into a smile at your words. he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. all you could do was put your hand on his back, due to your other hand being tied up still.

"i love you." he mumbles into your shoulder.

you laugh, leaning your head on top of his. "i love you too."

...

a while passed, yet you still felt perfectly fine. your arm felt odd though, of course. you had been bitten into after all.

carl stayed by your side, telling you stories and just conversing with you to keep your mind and his off of the whole situation while everyone was out searching for bob.

you moved your arm up to your tied up one, itching at your tight bandages. “i want these off…” you dramatically complained.

“we should probably check on your arm anyways. even if you feel fine, there could still be something messed up with your arm.” carl says as he rotates his body towards your arm, carefully untying your arm looking at you for permission.

you nod, and he proceeds to take the bandage off. the teeth marks had dark bruises and dried blood around them, and your veins were darker and more apparent around the bite. it looked unreal.

you quickly looked away from the wound, shuddering. “holy shit.” you closed your eyes tightly.

you could hear carl stumble over his words as he tried to figure out what to say. “i… it… is it supposed to- um.. look like that?” he let out a nervous laugh, moving his hand to comfort yours.

you returned the nervous laugh, looking back at the bite momentarily. "i don't- i don't think so?"

your body was violently shaking, unsure what to do or what was going on. would you still need to cut your arm off? or would it still be fine, despite looking like that? you knew that you'd have to hide your arm for.. well, ever, if you decided not to cut your arm off. it could cause so many different issues if people outside of your group found out.

carl proceeded to grab anything he could find to clean your wound, as well as new bandages. you two sat in silence as he carefully cleaned your arm, the only sound being your light winces of pain as he applied the antibacterial ointment he luckily found.

he wrapped your arm back up and planted a quick, soft kiss onto your bandaged wound, looking back up at your flustered face with a smile afterward.

your face was hot, and you quickly averted your eyes away from his out of embarrassment.

he put his hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead, then pulled you into a hug right after. "i'm so glad you're okay."

you were shocked, but let out a flustered giggle before returning the hug. "thank you.." your smile kept growing and growing. then, the words "i love you." finally left your mouth.

he broke the hug and looked at you shocked, but then his big smile came back. "i love you, too, angel."

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[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

FTWD Thoughts {𝒯𝑅𝒪𝒴}

Okay so was I the only one that was disappointed with how dirty they did Troy when they brought him back?? Like WTF WAS THAT??

Like you brought Troy Otto back from the dead, and ya'll (ftwd) fumbled so hard. How the fuck do you ruin that good of a character?

I wanted Troy to come back as a complete MENACE. I wanted him to come back at the most dangerous and conniving, and driven villain in TWDU since The Governor (using him as an example cause he was the only villain to actually scare me) And then of course he should have gotten shit done and settled down and been good and had a life cause he is NOT evil

And they set him up SO well, his return and his entrance was EVERYTHING, in the first episode he started off so strong, and then, as they always do, they fumbled. They downgraded Troy so much, downgraded his power, his abilities ALL OF IT

Why? Cause they had to make sure Madison could beat him. Cause lets be honest, Troy with full power and ability? There is no way in hell he was losing to Madison, and the showrunners couldn't do that cause they're stupid. They sacrifice so many awesome characters and so many awesome storylines for the fucking Clarks and I hate it.

Given, I don't like Madison or Alicia. If you know me, or have seen be blog before, you know that lol.

I think FTWD really took off in popularity and awesomeness in season 4, AFTER Madison was gone, and Morgan took over. Why? Well one Madison was annoying AF so I was happy she was gone. But ALSO because the story expanded, it took on more awesome characters, and it wasn't just about the Clarks. It was about ALL the characters and their journeys and struggles. We got to see John, and June, Dwight, and more about Luci and a bunch of others.

It started to feel more like an actual group, like TWD with Rick and his group, which I liked.

But of course, then we had to ruin stuff for the Clarks. Like, no, stop it.

Stunting Troy's character has happened a lot and repeatedly with FTWD especially when it comes to Madison. Like they couldn't let him be happy, have a family, have a living wife, keep his kid. Like, stop it. Stop screwing over one of the best characters of FTWD!

Like, if we were being honest, Troy should have been an unstoppable force of nature! And like, was he truly evil? NO, gods no. He offered the people of PADRE a place to live, sure he wanted the compound to keep his own people safe, but he never says he's gonna kick everyone else out. He just wanted Madison and Strand dealt with. And you know what, I understand that.

[my-mt-heart]

Look I'm not a caryler but I watch the show since the beginning and I'm seeing the constant discussion here about Melissa and the spin-off and I'm just giving my unrequested two cents, I think you guys are expecting two much from a dead franchise, we all know the only spin off that will make some noise is the Rick and Michonne one and only because people are curious to know what happened to them, AMC needs to capture a new audience, TWD it's their biggest product right now and they don't want to just please segregated fandoms.

Melissa is a great actress that's for sure, no one will question that but her and Carol were never the face of the franchise like Rick, Daryl and Michonne, so it's easy for them to push her aside and make a Daryl centric show, they see how Daryl was always the most popular one and don't twice to make that happened because Daryl is AMC property, they don't have to pay Robert Kirkman and co to use him.

My opinion on her being back it's because she signed a contract and needs to fulfill that, I don't see nothing changing in terms of her and Daryl relationship, it would make sense to make them canon in the mothership show but I don't see them bothering to pull the trigger in the spin off.

To me they will remain best friends and Daryl will stay single with the constant ship baiting.

Sorry if that's too long or if you find disrespectful.

There's a lot to unpack here. Bear with me.

You're confusing "most popular" with most marketed. Just because Melissa doesn't do as much promotion, which is something she gets a say in I should add, does not mean people find her less appealing or less remarkable. Melissa is the 2nd most lauded actor on the show right after Andy. She was the most respected actor on set along with Andy, and everybody wanted to work with her.

“One of those actors that just makes you better because she has no pretence.”—Josh Hamilton

"I love working with Melissa McBride. She's a remarkable actress. You look at her, then you look at the screen and you go – how is this alchemy happening?" —Andrew Lincoln

“One of the strongest actresses I’ve ever worked with…I got lucky because she makes you look so good when you work with her.”—Norman Reedus

She was not kicked out of her own spinoff to adjust to the market. She was kicked out because no one bothered to do any market research at all. If they had, they would've anticipated the insane amount of backlash they got last year. Expecting the majority of fans to welcome a solo Daryl show with open arms says far more about the people calling the shots than it does about Melissa or Carol. It says they're incompetent, biased, and misogynistic. It says they fucked up big time, and if you pay any attention to how they're marketing the spinoff now compared to last year, you might realize there's a huge focus on Melissa and Carol. Granted, they keep fumbling big time and if they don't get themselves organized right fucking now they're going to ruin everything again, but they wouldn't be dangling Carol like a carrot if they didn't think she was going to be an essential part of the show's success. They wouldn't have brought her back at all.

You say she's in S2 to fulfill her old contract, but that's wrong. She signed a new deal that would cover seasons 2-3. I don't know what's in it, I don't trust AMC not to find new and unusual ways to screw over their female talent, but I am 100% sure it was her choice to come back and she had plenty of power to get things she wanted. The excuses "fans" come up with for her being in her rightful place again are ridiculous and very telling.

You say she's less popular, yet you, other Richonne fans, Bethyl fans, and everyone under the sun spend time visiting a Caryl/Carol/Melissa centric blog. Why? If I can manage not to waltz into the Richonne/Michonne tags to try to invalidate their fans' opinions and feelings, why can't those who strongly suggest they aren't fans of Caryl/Carol offer me the same courtesy? Because popularity isn't pure love. It includes those who "love to hate" also.

You are absolutely right that TOWL will get the most buzz compared to Dead City S1 and Le Spinoff S1 and that's because it promises everything Rick/Michonne/Richonne fans have been waiting a really long time for. I have major doubts that Gimple can do right by anyone everyone, but I still hope fans get what they want. The one thing I can't stand about TWD fandom is the insistence on pitting female characters and actresses against each other, which I suspect is the real intention behind this ask. But Carol and Michonne are friends. Melissa and Danai are friends. There is absolutely no reason we all can't support a black woman leading her own show and a woman over 50 leading her own show at the same time.

I agree the best time to make Caryl canon would've been in the flagship show and that Caryl will always be best friends. But that doesn't mean best friends can't also be romantic partners, or that the spinoff can't right the wrongs that were made in S11 for unprofessional reasons, not creative ones.

AMC will not "capture a new audience" with a knock-off version of TLOU or from borrowing American exceptionalism and white male savior tropes from 80's movies. TWDU accounts for too much of AMC's revenue for it to go anywhere right now like you said, so they need to be mindful of their built-in audience. They chose to create different spinoffs for different characters, which means they have to niche down to audiences who are invested in each character's story. Believe it or not, Caryl's fanbase is huge and definitely worth hanging onto, but in order to do that, the show has to meet their needs. Treating Melissa as if she's less than, refusing to make Caryl canon for, again, unprofessional reasons, and shipbaiting relentlessly will just drive them away. So respectfully, I disagree that we're expecting too much (you don't work for the AMPTP, do you?)

I'm sharing this poll as a reminder to never underestimate Caryl's value (I have no interest in starting a ship war).

[wolfwhiteflowers]

s9 filming spoilers and speculations..... TWD RANTS

Timejump-capital /twd parade pics and Caryl-the skybound thing, & other-richonne. (this post is meh and confusing) 

*twd spoilers, comic spoilers, anti C/E

k so writing this long weird speculation and thoughts-post. I wanna like move on from the show. Like as usual it’s on hiatus ykno? But the s8 finale messed me up so much. And I wonder a lot about Carol and the ships. Unanswered questions. I guess I’m saying I’m gonna rant a lot...or I go big in this post. 

Now we’re getting filming spoilers. bits and pieces but s9 premiere is a big deal like because of the time jump. The time jump changes the story a lot right? So... just from spoilery things, I realized, it’s hitting me a lot that it’s so 50/50 on me for if I still like the show or not (with timejump, ships, different showrunner/writings, and who knows how TWD ends). 

I really don’t like how 50/50 that is. So shock value way? Anyways, this hiatus I guess is gonna be a really big roller coaster ride. :\ I feel more doubtful than hopeful about s9. ....I just want Carol to be in character (the way i see it) and I want Carol (anyone) to interact with team family more. Idk if I can trust the writers during the hiatus with some bits of spoilers because some arcs start off frustrating and end well. It’s like I also have to wait till they film the finale to know if I wanna watch s9. or it’s like I wait till s10 for an arc to end. Idk I’m bummed that it’s at that point for me to decide to quit or not. sigh stories.

Yeah so this reminds me of s8, where the biggest change to the show happened with Carl’s death for me and the fandom. So I(and like most people too apparently...show is still going) keep watching TWD because Carl’s death doesn’t bother me that much, I feel the writing is still fine, and I see it as Rick’s show. So ..idk what im saying. I just think if they screw up Carol’s character and her interactions, then I feel it’s pointless to keep watching the show. I want charactery bonds, interesting arcs, and parallels. I know TWD can still be fine, but s8′s bad finale ep made me doubtful on the writing (or editing...there were good deleted scenes in s8 finale). 

Time jump

Wow those pics of the cast at the capital and on horses. “twd parade” The pics also tells a lot or so what 9x01 will be like/time jump. It’s overwhelming. It got me excited and then I worry the show will suck and mess up my faves.

The time jump in 9x01 looked like not like Carl’s dream/5 years(?) where Rick had a cane, white hair, 6 yo Judy, and Negan gardening with TF. This time jump in s9 so far looked like one year went by. Also looked like the characters got one thing changed on them. Rick-short hair, Carol-hat, Jesus-manbun, etc.so it’s like it’s not that much of a time jump.

Oh man, I can’t help it but I want to compare TWD and The 100. (They’re different ofc, one’s pace is fast and more violent/survival-like. It’s also like it’s ok to watch more than one show even tho one is better or whatever. It’s frustrating tho T100 have way more interactions/girl power.) Both current survival-shows. Right now, The 100 just had a six year time jump(I think) and TWD in s9 there will be a time jump too. So The 100′s current season, I really liked how they did set up the time jump and informing us how the characters are doing and see the changes in them and their looks. Even their previous season, there was a good understanding foreshadowing to the time jump plot. ...TWD didn’t, I mean Idk why, it’s like easy writing they should’ve done..to keep fans interested to what’s next on the show. I noticed in The 100, is that there were flashbacks and bottled/centered episodes. It’s also quick but partly because The 100 have a short season too and the writers want to focus on the upcoming different plot.

Anyways, so now that I think it’s been like a year later in TWD story. My theories are like everywhere and changed. I’m also like being an annoying comic fan..wants to be exact way but it’s a show and they can remix stuff. Whatever, we all want good stories! It’s kinda following the comics like usual. ok. Time jump and whisperers are coming. Idk why, I’m really excited for ‘old man Rick’ hair cut and horses, when I’m like wtf Rick’s curls tho. lol  Also just..9 seasons...and do I still like the show and will I like what’s next based on comics? (I actually figured AOW in s7-8 would be boring or come off different in the show. It’s all battle scenes and comics goes quicker..Idk I figured it would be boring but I think the war story on show and comics did alright. It wasn’t like a boring action movie that I see most of the time with action movies :P So I think this arc in s9 people will like this. More charactery stuff, well based from the comics. But we don’t have Carl and Maggie(for certain)?... Yeah usual tv flaws.)

So, I think it’s just one year later and that’s it. Also, I don’t mind seeing flashbacks and bottle episodes, as long it’s done well and entertaining. I think in s9 bottle episodes are needed.

kids

So since I think it’s one year later, then we probably get the same Judith girl in s8, as 3 yo?, Hershel Jr as -months old, and I don’t think there will be a Richonne-baby...unless Michonne got pregnant right after the war and Hershel Jr and Richonne-baby are about the same age. 

Skybound mailbag/Caryl/ E&Z

I read some speculations and from C/E shippers, just to get more info on Carol. (I gotta stop that. I’ll know about Carol when I do and they’re really anti-Caryl. It’s annoying. ugh ship wars.) I realized from the spoilery pics and speculations, I just don’t want Carol with anyone or C/E in s9/s9A. I just want to know what’s up with Carol again. Unless Carol being with E is a very minor thing. Like in The 100 show where two times fans suddenly learn Bellamy has a gf. There was a time jump and the relationship’s build up and being canon was all offscreen. The relationship didn’t last or some other thing important was gonna happen. I just want to know what’s Carol’s thinking and feeling. Idk I just feel if C/E happens,I just feel like Idk Carol anymore. :\ Idk what Caryl is anymore. They’re best friends (crushes) right...and still is? I really don’t like in s8 finale where Carol didn’t talk to any TF member/Daryl about why she wants to stay at Kingdom. Just any moment to see TF knows too. Also, Idk if Daryl is staying at ASZ or Hilltop and does Rick knows Daryl doesn’t agree with his decision on Negan.

(lil post on twdzone. carol/and show stuff)

‘If C/E happens like a - a surprise ship in s9. I find it bad writing because they didn't set it up in s8 or should add more romantic tone in it and obviously put a C/E moment in the finale. But they didn't. So..bad writing. Or just idk maybe it's for plot reasons (E’s death). Maybe there will be a love triangle? It makes Carol out of character or strange for me. Who/What does Carol care about and why? Idk.

 It’s also something that TWD has to do too...from s8 finale and time jump/season premiere it means s9 premier ep gotta be a very well written episode to explain to everything and well reasons. But man...the s8 finale was so wacky and frustrating. It made me lose hope on the writers. I did like s8B but wow finale wtf. And finale is important ep of the seasons..and also it was before the big time jump. sigh. //It reminds me something, it’s kind of TWD’s style or Gimple’s, that premieres are more important than finales. So I hope s9 premiere is good. So yeah if Caryl is just gonna be friends and also just gonna like nod at each other like they don't have that special (continuity) bond anymore. Then that show is over for me. It's also not Caryl’s connections too, I miss Carol’s connections with Team family so much! OMG just looking at Carol and Rick edits, I just sigh.. I know some don't like their relationship. But I like theirs and they got that history, interesting dynamic. I don't wanna see Carol and Rick like they're just acquaintances now. (um like remember their history and trying to save Sophia. etc.) I want Carol or anyone to interact and be team family. The show gotta focus on their main characters and interact them. Too many side characters...too many separations.’

Other

Once I thought about this idea, I’m like gaaah I really hope TWD does this. I really want and hope Rick have these moments to remember Carl by and to do it every season. I really like this idea I have where Rick could write a letter to Carl or talk to Carl’s grave in every season premier/finale. It’s something that merge the old TWD and the new TWD story...even though it’s Rick’s show, it’s still a father and son show.

Richonne!

I have some speculations and thoughts. I just wanna say that I hope Richonne in s9 is more interesting than comic R&A in the comics in the point of the story. Just be like on the show, power couple and all. I really like how in s8 finale, they were like co-leaders. Together. Idk I’m curious how Richonne will go in s9 and on. It’s seems real different than in the comics/R&A are doing. 

So, in the comics, Andrea was like focusing on protecting Carl and co-leading etc. and then she dies at the end of Whisperer war. I find her death and end of her journey boring and disappointing. So Idk, I hope Michonne’s journey is interesting and I have no clue how this comic-Michonne and/or Andrea remix thing works out since Carol is using comic-Michonne’s too. %) Anyways, so I don’t think Michonne will die like comic-Andrea because tv-Carl got the death. After the Andrea’s death, Rick bonded and grieved with Mikey (Carl’s friend) while Carl is at Hilltop adulting. From the comics, I felt like Kirkman wished he had Rick and Andrea to have a child together but he didn’t so he got Mikey more into the story and w/Rick. So I’m like maybe we will get a Richonne-baby? But, then I also thought maybe Judith is like comic-Mikey. Grimes 2.0 grieving and missing Carl. So yeah.. I’m suspecting Richonne won’t have child together or at least in s9. From the twd parade pics, Idk, I don’t think there will be a baby. I really hope they do someday though.

 Another thing is, I really want Judith to call Michonne “Mom” and Rick to point out to people that Michonne is his wife.  

So yeah, roller coaster.

[wolfwhiteflowers]

:/ I wish her ep air for ep 9 and many promotion. Sigh

I don't want to create controversy but it annoys me that TWD doesn't do more to promote the last episode of Michonne and Danai. Where is the excessive advertising so often used for other arcs and characters ??

[ficnation]

Baby Talk - Daryl x Reader

Request: "Baby talk with daryl. Like the reader and him and their baby or them talking about having a baby. Short little imagine"

requested by anonymous

Word count: 1,3k+

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader

Warnings: usual twd themes, baby talk, insecurities, mentions of death during childbirth, mentions of Y/n’s dead little brother

A/n: Here you go! It took me a while, but I'm pretty pleased with how this imagine turned out. Hope you enjoy it! It was sitting in my drafts for a while cause I didn't have any free time to edit it.

Huge thanks go to @twdeadlysins for beta-reading this story!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It was a very peaceful day, no emergencies, no hard work. It felt really nice to finally rest and forget about the walkers outside the walls of Alexandria. You and Daryl both needed some time off to enjoy each other's presence and relax so you welcomed the opportunity with open arms.

You laid in the bed together, cuddling under a blanket. Daryl's chest pressed to your back while his hands rested on your stomach. He traced circles on your exposed skin and kissed the back of your neck affectionately. He was so clingy today, it wasn't his style, but you enjoyed this new side of his person. Your heart melted every time his eyes met yours and his arms embraced your body.

"What's got into you, Daryl?" You giggled quietly when his scruff tickled your skin.

"Nothin'." The archer froze in one spot, not daring to continue his affectionate touches. The idea of you not liking his clingy behavior passing through his mind, but it was quick to disappear when you turned in his direction with the softest smile he has ever seen.

"You're being adorable," you said, kissing his jaw and trailing your lips up to meet him in a sweet kiss.

"Yer the adorable one 'ere," he protested when you pulled away.

You smirked at him, running your hand through his hair, leaving it there before pulling him for another kiss, this one longer and more passionate. Daryl pulled away first, touching his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and trying to suppress the question that kept popping up in his mind.

"You can tell me," you whispered, seeing straight through his facade.

"It's dumb," the archer said, leaning away from you and sitting up. He knew you'd get the truth out of him either way, he didn't want to see your rejection or anger when he asked it, so he turned away from you and stared at the wall intently.

"What is it, Daryl? Did I do something to upset you?" you asked worried. You hoped it was not the case, you'd hate yourself if you ever did something to hurt this man. He deserved the best after everything he went through.

"Do ya ever think 'bout havin' a kid?" he finally blurted out, clutching the fabric of the brown blanket in his hands.

"Oh, Daryl…"

You couldn't help but smile at his question. You didn't expect Daryl to be the one who started talking about having a family. Little Dixon running around the house would definitely be a great addition to your life. You had your hesitations of course, it wasn't that simple bringing a child into this world. You weren't even sure if you'd survive the labor. What if you ended up like Lori? But then again, Judith was an angel and you genuinely enjoyed taking care of her. You wouldn't mind having a baby at all if it weren't for the risks of the whole birth process.

"This ain't my decision to make. Sorry." The archer got up from the bed, shuffling around the room, trying to find his pants. "Ya should go back to sleep."

"Daryl?"

Dixon hummed in acknowledgment, still not looking at you. He fumbled with the zipper in a hurry. He didn't want to be in this room if you started laughing at his dumb question. Before you could utter another word about how you felt towards his question, Daryl was already rushing out of the room.

"For fuck's sake, Dixon!"

You bolted out of the bed, slipping one of Daryl's shirts on before running down the stairs after your boyfriend. He could act so immature sometimes, avoiding talking about his feelings or the future. You never blamed him for being afraid, but it sometimes got on your nerves.

The door leading to the front porch was slightly ajar because Daryl deep down knew that you'll follow after him, even if he didn't want to admit it. You opened it entirely letting the sun in. The archer sat on the stairs, his blue eyes looking everywhere but at your person. You sat down beside him leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I want to have kids with you Daryl. I really do."

"But?"

"There's no 'but', honey. There never was," you whispered, kissing the side of his head affectionately.

If you only knew how to pour all of the love you had for Daryl into your words. You loved this man more than anyone else. He was the most important part of your life. Even if he thought you wouldn't spare him a glance if the apocalypse didn't happen, you knew it wasn't true.

You both had your demons. Daryl wasn't good at talking about what's bothering him and you weren't good at showing how much you needed him in your life. You could be a bitch sometimes, Shane knew about that and always pushed you to being nice and showing people that you care about them. God, you missed Shane. He always knew what to do to help you communicate with others.

The silence between you and Daryl would seem unbearable for other people, but both of you needed it. The archer thought about your words, trying to decipher if you were sincere or simply said those words to make him happy.

"Ya don't mean it," he said finally, but he didn't push you away and that was a surprise. Daryl laid his head on top of yours, sighing deeply.

"I do, Daryl. I love you so much. I want to have a family with you," you murmured, looking at the sunrise. "You surprised me with your question, that's all."

"Tha's not all. There's always somethin' else."

You caught his hand in yours and kissed his calloused skin, trying to put your feelings into words. "Well… I wouldn't want to have kids with anyone else. And I think baby Dixon is exactly what we need right now."

"Y/n, 'm serious."

"I'm serious too, Daryl. This is not sarcasm or a joke. I'm being very serious right now." You mustered the most unemotional face expression you could make.

The archer looked in your direction and snorted at your ridiculous poker face.

"Yeah, ya ain't good at that." He sent a small grin your way and apparently that was all it took for your facade to break.

You toppled forward in a hysterical laughter, Daryl's hand caught your arm before you could really fall down the stairs.

"We're such idiots, Daryl," you uttered between giggles. The laughter died down after a few more minutes. You took a deep breath, clutching your sides. "Why can't we just talk like normal couples do? Why are we so complicated?"

"'m sorry," Daryl said looking at his bare feet, avoiding your eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Daryl."

"I fuckin' do. If I wasn't an insecure piece of shi–"

"Stop it right there, Dixon," you jumped into his sentence. "You're so much more than you think you are. I don't really know how to put my thoughts into words. I don't know how to tell you how much you changed my life–"

"For the worse?"

"For the better," you said, kissing his cheek. "I think… I think we should start the baby-making process right now so I can show you just how much I love you." You stood up, pulling Daryl's arm. "Come on, get up."

Daryl shook his head at your antics, but he stood up and let you pull him up the stairs to your shared room.

"Do you like the name Marie?"

"If it's a boy, we should call 'im Michael," Daryl said, making you freeze in one spot.

You were surprised that the archer remembered your little brother's name. Michael died before you joined the camp at the quarry and you mentioned him only once. It broke your heart to little pieces hearing his name from Daryl's lips, but it wasn't in a bad way. You were moved by his words, tears of happiness gathered in your eyes.

"Michael it is." You turned in Daryl's direction with glassy eyes and a big, genuine smile.

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[yarpharp]

Wild thought on the Walking Dead show (which is finally over? wow?):

Why do they always go to urban/modern utility areas? Old towns, repurposed suburbs, a prison, train station. I mean, zombies are going to linger where there are people. Those zombies can't move very well on tough terrain. They move in huge hordes that number in the hundreds on highways and roads. Big hosts of the undead.

Just... Head for a mountain? Do you realize how many ski resorts there are? And many of them are very empty and unbooked in summer seasons, because there is no snow? And the TWD apocalypse strikes in around late spring-summer?

Bruh just get a good possy of folks and a good car, clear out a ski resort, and chill there. Most resorts have sporting goods stores nearby or built into their hotel so guests can buy gear. In some cases there are camp grounds a few miles away. They probably have independent generators and there's probably enough gasoline as emergency backup on sight to last you through the first winter WITH refrigeration.

IDK it might have been interesting to see all these clearly urban Georgians fumble around in a ski resort while Daryl just watches the chaos unfold at a distance. A more interesting show for me than perpetual violence for no useful reason.

[welcometoyouredoom]

[phoenixblack89]

SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY!!!

So wonderful peoples! 

Here is a sneaky peek at the TWD fic I’ve been working on for while. It will eventually become a Boondock Saints Crossover but the hints and clues are being lain pretty early on. Please forgive me any spelling mistakes as I’m a wee bit thick and do sound things out to spell them

My wonderful writers in arms: @fandomsaremykryponite and @writingdeadangel

I thank you two for letting me bounce ideas off you and giving me a lot of encouragement. especially for the dirty dirty smut haha

WARNINGS: Violence typical with canon, strong language (I cuss like a sailor, sue me!), 

5 down, 3 to go... Phoenix thought her breath coming in short sharp gasps as she pivoted to face the next walker. Her axe gracefully span around the top of her head as she threw all her remaining strength into her swing. The sharp curve of the double blade head making cutting through flesh and bone like butter. She grunted as the head splattered into a waterfall of crimson and black. Her arms ached, her head was lightly throbbing with adrenaline and her energy was fading quicker and quicker. She span on her heels as growls grew around her once more. Another walker fell to her axe and sheer brutal anger. The last walker was formerly a large male, his stomach as wide as he was tall. Making T-Dog and Shane look short, she tugged at the axe still inside the previous walker's skull but it wouldn't come. "Oh shit." She muttered, her fingers fumbling with the latch to separate her axe into 2 shorter and one handed weapons, the wound on her hand beginning to throb painfully. The walker got closer, and she dropped her axe and slid to her knees, kicking out to knock the walker down. Unfortunately the beast’s size worked against her and it fell onto her. She screamed as this was the first time she had been so close to one and without a weapon in her hand. Her hands quickly and harshly shoved the gnarled face and life ending teeth away from her body. Her arms felt like jelly holding the enormous weight off her. "You ugly fucker." she growled, arms already wobbling and shaking with effort. She needed to somehow roll the creature off her and get a hand free to pull her Bowie knife, her knife being painfully trapped between her thigh and the walker’s massive stomach. She pulled one of her legs free and wrapped it around the waist of the former heavy weight man and tried to flip them. It was no good. It was just too heavy for her slight frame to do. "Fuckkk..." Her hands had begun to slip, her left injured one burning fiercely and getting weaker faster, the wound beginning to ooze blood slowly. Her whole arm was burning, almost as if the flames were still licking along her skin, her chest ached from the weight, she could almost feel her ribs starting to crack as she struggled to breathe. She sighed and pushed with all her might. The teeth slowly getting closer and closer to her face as her vision started to swim towards the inky blackness. She turned her head and screwed her eyes up so she didn't have to see the disgusting pieces of rotten flesh trapped between its teeth, praying to a god she wasn't sure she still believed in that come the opening of her eyes she'd be reunited with her boys.

 A whoosh zipped through the air and the next second the full weight of the walker crashed down onto her far smaller and warmer body. She waited on baited breath for the feel of teeth taking a chunk out of her and it never came. She slowly opened one eye and realised the body on top of her had gone completely still. Footsteps near her had her twisting against the dead walker to face them, dark brown boots slowly came into sight as they walked closer and knelt down near her head. "what I tell ya 'bout comin' out 'ere on ya own?" Daryl snarled down at her, before a half smile raised the corner of his lip with a small chuckle. She gave a short sharp laugh of her own before glaring at him. "Ya cosy down there? Do ya need a moment alone with ya new beau?" "Screw you Dixon and get this fat fucker off me!" Daryl smirked and stood up, using his foot to roll the walker off her. She slowly sat up, a took a huge gulp of air. Shane and Rick held their hands out to help her stand, she waved them away and stood. Her head throbbed and she swayed slightly to one side. Daryl put his hand on her arm to steady her and quietly regarded her. "You alright?" Glenn asked, his face pale as he looked around at the mess her frenzy had caused, blood splattered the trees and the ground, brain matter and bone fell in chunks on the tree trunks and the dry leaves . She nodded, giving Daryl a nod and grabbing hold of her axe to tug it free. It refused to budge. Glenn, T-Dog and Shane began to make their way back towards camp. "Come on you sucker!" She growled, grabbing the shaft of her axe with two hands and pulling. It finally flew free and she landed hard on her butt, Daryl barked out a laugh and shook his head. "Shut it Dixon!" she huffed and stormed ahead back to camp.

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 4

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: And we’re back with another chapter! I am honestly worried how this one will be received by you guys but for another reason completely, you will probably know what I mean haha I won’t hold you guys back any longer, let’s go!

Chapter 5

For the last few days, the ex-residents of Woodbury had been asking Glenn and Daryl to make a run back to Woodbury to get some of the things they left. They’d been telling them about their infirmary that should be stocked with their medical supplies. The kids had even been chiming in, asking them to pick up some of their toys they left behind. After discussing it with Daryl, Glenn decided that they would go back to Woodbury and take a look for anything useful back in the town. The two set out for the run, bringing along Sasha and Tyreese as they had experience outside the prison and they resided in Woodbury for a time so they could guide Glenn and Daryl where to look.

Gloria was on her shift at the fences, taking out walkers with her daggers. Since both Tyreese and Sasha had left on the run with Daryl and Glenn, she was the only one on her shift. Maggie was on watch and Carol was busy watching the kids in the library. Gloria had taken it upon herself to take care of the bodies of the walkers she had killed. As she walks to get the car, Nina meets up with her halfway.

“Hey, you going somewhere?” she asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“Burning the walker bodies.” Gloria tells her as she doesn’t stop walking to the trucks.

Nina follows her, “you’re going alone?” and Gloria hums a yes, “I’ll come with you, we aren’t supposed to leave the prison alone anyway.”

Gloria slows her pace and looks at Nina, “you don’t have to, I can do it myself.”

“I want to help, okay? Please? Plus, I want to make it up to you for making you feel bad the other day.” Nina looks down to the ground.

“Alright, come on, we’re taking the blue truck.” Gloria tells her after pondering for a moment, then starts making her way again to the vehicles with Nina following her. 

Gloria gets into the driver’s seat as Nina climbs into the passenger’s seat. She drives the truck to the gate of the courtyard, driving it through with Karen’s help as she opens and closes the gate. She honks the horn lightly to call Carl to open the main gate for her and he does it quickly, then closes it as soon as the truck is outside. With Nina’s help, Gloria collects the bodies of the walkers outside the fence into the truck and they proceed to drive to the designated area to burn the bodies. 

Putting the truck into park and turning off the engine, Gloria jumps out the truck and starts to move the bodies from the truck into the hole that was pre-dug. Nina follows her actions and does the same. Once the back of the truck is empty of walker bodies, Gloria lights the bodies in the hole on fire. The flames crackle for a while before Gloria douses it, shoveling dirt into the hole to prevent any walkers from being attracted to the light and sound of the fire. 

“Alright, done!” Gloria lets out a breath of relief, then looks to Nina, “come on, let’s go back.”

Nina smiles back but then looks behind Gloria and lets out a scream. She then turns and starts running away into the woods. Expecting a herd of walkers behind her, Gloria spins around with her hands ready to pull out her daggers from her belt, however she sees nothing but forest. Frowning in confusion, she looks in the direction Nina had run.

“Nina!” Gloria calls out as she chases after the other woman, “Nina, there’s nothing there, it’s okay, you can come back.”

She searches for her in the woods until she comes across a cabin where she sees Nina panting, breathless from running. Nina seems to be startled by Gloria coming out of the woods as she fumbles back then lets out a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s only Gloria.

“What was that about?” Gloria asks, frustrated that Nina made her chase her out here for nothing.

“I thought I saw something behind you.” Nina says innocently. 

“Well, there wasn’t anything. Come on, let’s head back to the truck.” Gloria says as she turns around.

“Wait! Shouldn’t we check out this cabin?” Nina calls out to her, making Gloria turn back around.

She glances at Nina then at the cabin. It seemed pretty sturdy, the windows were dirty from the outside grime but were still intact. She takes a few steps closer to the cabin to peek into the windows, her back now to Nina. It seemed clean and secure, but Gloria wasn’t about to rummage a cabin in the middle of the woods with Nina. She was not an experienced fighter and if anything happened, Gloria would have to fight for the both of them.

“We should tell the others abou- ah!” Gloria’s words are cut off when she feels a sharp pain on the back of her head, making her fall to the ground, her vision blurring as she looks up at Nina. 

The last thing Gloria saw before she blacked out was Nina holding a rock and a sick grin on the woman’s face. 

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Groaning and wincing at the pain throbbing in her head, Gloria opens her eyes and finds herself tied to a chair. She looks around and realizes that she was in the cabin Nina had supposedly stumbled upon. Well, that was bullshit. Gloria tugs at her restraints but stops when she hears footsteps coming from behind her.

“Awake already?” Nina cooes as she walks in front of Gloria. 

Gloria looks at Nina warily, noticing that her clothing and hair were messy, disheveled, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m just getting rid of you,” Nina says with a smirk, “I’m going to kill you and leave absolutely no trace of you.”

“You know you’re never gonna get away with this. The hell are you going to tell the others when you get back and I’m not with you? Maggie saw us leave together and so did Carl.” Gloria argues, Carol was definitely right about her.

To Gloria’s dismay, Nina chuckles, “Oh, of course I know that. I’ll just tell the others that you, being the super selfless person you are, sacrificed yourself to save little ol’ me. We got swarmed by a herd and you caused a distraction, allowing me to run. And they’ll believe it because that definitely sounds like something Glenn’s baby sister would do.”

Gloria mutters a curse under her breath. She had actually come up with something the group might even believe. She remembers the other day when Carol told her about the conversation she had with Glenn and Daryl. Nina must have overheard and come up with this plan. 

“Stop this!” Gloria shouts, “Glenn and Daryl are going to find out about this and so will Rick, none of them are going to let this slide. You really think they’re that stupid to believe your story?”

Her only play now was to scare Nina into thinking her plan wouldn’t work and that they’d see through it. She had to stop Nina from doing whatever it was she planned or else Gloria might not make it out alive. 

“Nuh uh, they’ll be grieving too much when they find your body all torn up,” Nina prances around the cabin, “and that’s when I’ll find Daryl, comfort him in his saddest moment, and then he’ll be mine!”

“You’re willing to become a murderer just for a guy?” Gloria could not believe that she was caught up in some sort of psycho love triangle and she was about to die for it.

“He’s not just any guy. He’s Daryl!” Nina glares at her, her eyes flare up in anger, “I love him and I’ll do anything for him! I’ll prove it!”

That’s when Gloria hears the snarling from outside. She looks at the dirty windows and sees a mass number of walkers just outside the cabin. 

“Listen, you don’t want to do this.” Gloria starts, “there’s an actual herd outside the cabin and you’re going to need me to fight them, you’re not getting back to the prison without me, not with all those walkers out there.”

“You’re right, I do need you...” Nina says but then smirks, “but not to fight, I just need you to distract them so I can get out of here.”

Gloria watches as Nina comes closer to her and pulls both of Gloria’s daggers out of their sheaths. Throwing one to the other side of the cabin, she points the tip of the dagger to Gloria’s face, barely poking at her skin.

“The walkers will be drawn to the scent of your blood, they’ll be distracted by you and your screams when they start tearing you apart right in this very chair.” Nina snickers, moving the blade away from Gloria’s face.

“You’re a fucking psychopath!” Gloria shouts.

Nina laughs then slashes Gloria’s chest with the dagger, making Gloria cry out at the sudden pain. She doesn’t stop there though, Nina proceeds to slash at her upper arms and forearms. 

Gloria seethes at the sting on her now bloody skin, “Daryl will never love you.” 

Nina’s grip on the dagger tightens as she gets angry at her words, she glares at Gloria then steps forward and stabs Gloria in the abdomen, causing her to gasp loudly at the pain. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Daryl.” Nina says as she pulls the dagger out of Gloria, and throws it somewhere in the cabin. 

She steps back and goes to the door, “main course is ready!”

Nina bangs on the front door loudly three times and then opens it to reveal a bloody mess of dead animals littered on the porch with walkers devouring the flesh. Nina runs to the back of the cabin and makes her exit. The walkers’ attention now on Gloria, catching the scent of her freshly spilled blood and flesh. 

“Fuck...” Gloria swears under her breath as the walkers start getting up and making their way towards her.

She tugs at the restraints but they’re too tight. Her feet were also tied to the legs of the chair but found that they were still touching the ground. Gloria carefully lifts her body, attempting to stand up, putting her weight onto her feet while the chair was still attached to her body. She had to keep her balance otherwise she’d be walker food. Noting that the chair was old, she prayed that enough force would easily break it. Gloria steadies herself and then pushes herself off her feet, propelling herself backwards, letting her body and the chair fall back into the wall. The momentum from her push and the weight of her body was enough force to crumble the chair, freeing Gloria. She rolls around on the ground, groaning at the pain in her torso. 

Gloria quickly gets up as she sees the walkers beginning to pile into the room. Out of habit, she reaches down to her belt for her daggers and groans as they’re missing. She scans her surroundings and picks up two now broken chair legs and starts swinging them at the walkers, fighting for her life.

---

Spotting the prison gates, Nina ruffles her hair and tears her own shirt. She makes a face and starts to wail, fake tears streaming down her face now as she runs out of the woods and to the prison where Carl was sitting. 

“Open the gates!” Nina shrieks, waving her arms frantically as she runs towards the prison.

Carl gets up immediately and opens the gate for Nina, worry written all over his face, “hey, what happened? Are you okay?”

Nina drops to the ground and sobs, her hair covering her face. Rick and Hershel were taking care of the crops and piglets when they heard Nina’s cries. Concerned, the two made their way over to where her and Carl were. Carl looks out to the road and the forest, then frowns even more when he realizes Gloria isn’t with her. 

“Hey, where’s Gloria?” Carl asks when Rick gets to them.

“Nina? Nina, hey, are you alright?” Rick asks, kneeling at Nina’s side. 

Nina just continues to sob, making Rick look up at Hershel, “bring her inside, she might calm down once she realizes she’s back home.”

Rick nods and helps Nina stand as he starts to walk her back to the prison, “Carl, come inside.”

“No.” Carl tells his father, “Gloria’s still out there, I have to be here to let her in when she gets back.”

A soft smile creeps on Rick’s face as he nods, “okay.”

Rick and Hershel help Nina into the prison, her sobs have softened but she wasn’t able to stop crying. Her sobs and cries catch the attention of everyone in the main area. Rick helps her sit down at one of the tables. 

“What happened?” Carol asks, coming out from Cell Block C. 

Rick shakes his head and sighs, “I don’t know, she isn’t able to talk and she hasn’t stopped crying.”

Sasha goes up to Nina, sitting down beside her and puts her hand on her shoulder, “Nina, what happened? We only want to help.”

Nina shakes her head and sobs harder. Sasha sighs and gets up as she isn’t able to break her walls she seems to have put up but then she gets an idea. Nina didn’t really like Sasha or anyone in particular but everyone knew she liked Daryl. 

“Daryl,” she calls out to him as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed, “try and get her to talk.” 

He hesitantly looks around as everyone looks at him. Nina had made it painfully obvious she liked Daryl and he knew it too. Hating that everyone’s eyes were now on him, he sighs then makes his way to Nina. Sasha moves out of the way to give them some space. 

“Nina... what happened?” Daryl asks as she sits down beside her. 

In an instant, Nina throws her arms around Daryl and cries. Daryl didn’t really know what to do, he was never comfortable with physical contact, especially with anyone he wasn’t close with. But Nina was crying and he had his arms up, hovering over her body, clearly uncomfortable. 

“Daryl, I was so scared! I went out to burn the walker bodies and got swarmed by a herd! I barely made it out!” she chokes out between sobs. 

“You went out there alone?” Carol frowns as she asks the question.

“No,” Maggie frantically says as she walks out from Cell Block C, “she left with Gloria, I was on watch when they left.” 

“Yeah, I opened the gate for them to drive out the courtyard.” Karen chimes in, crossing her arms.

Glenn jumps up at this and Daryl puts his hands on Nina’s shoulder to push her away from him, “Where’s Gloria?” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Nina starts to bawl again, “I didn’t want to leave her but she told me to! I didn’t want to! She yelled at me to leave while she caused a distraction for me to come back here!” 

Not believing her story, Carol doesn’t say another word as she rushes out the building, followed quickly by Daryl, Glenn, Maggie and Rick. The five of them run to the front gates as Rick yells to Carl to open the gates for them. They were going to bring Gloria back, they had to.

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Next Chapter

SO, that just happened! :D I’m gonna get bombarded by angry comments now aren’t I... hehehe I still love you all~~ hope you enjoyed this infuriating chapter, please let me know what you thought! I’m gonna go hide now!! Love you~

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[thewalkingdead-imagines]

TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Stalker”

Imagine about the the 10th episode of season 10.

Summary: While Negan gradually finds out about Beta’s plan for Alexandria and has to cope with the helplessness and fear that the Reader could be in life threatening danger, Alexandria’s residents and the Reader have to deal with the bloodbath Beta causes inside the community.

Alexandria truly couldn’t catch a break. And neither did you. Just moments after you had stepped after your house you’d been called to the gates, first suspecting that another wave of walkers was about to hit Alexandria but instead, it was only one person, one person who was enough to rush another flood of restlessness over the community. Right in these moments, she was standing in front of the gates, the whisperer who had been talking to Aaron, Mary, who was surrounded by guards who pointed their spears at her, ready to act if she only tried anything. But she was all still, maybe a bit nervous as you watched her fumbling on her torn clothes before she moved up to pull the mask off her face and tossed it to the ground. “I'm the one that knows Aaron”, she said, gulping thickly as her eyes switched briefly to the spikes that were pointed at her. “We know who you are”, Gabriel quickly said as you kept on looking at her, watching while she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.  “The people you sent out, they're in trouble, trapped in a cave where Alpha has placed her horde. Now, they could still be in there or they might've gotten out... I don't know.” From one moment to another, you could feel yourself an ice-cold shudder washing down your back, flooding your body with tension as you thought of Daryl and the others that could still be trapped in a dark cave, surrounded by uncountable walkers that only waited to get their hold on one of them. “You said the horde was in a field”, Gabriel’s voice cut of your train of thought, preventing for a moment that the toxic and concerned thoughts could bore themselves deeper into you while the woman sighed thickly. “It was.” “Now it's in a cave”, Gabriel nearly snarled, staring down at her as she shifted slightly, nodding as she grew even more uncomfortable. “She moved it.” “The whole thing. Right before they got there”, Gabriel said, spite and nearly some sarcasm sounding through his voice, matching the change in personality you had seen over the last time in him while Mary sighed defeated, looking as if she knew that no one in here would believe her right away. You didn’t neither, even though she seemed sincere...but Dante had seemed sincere the whole time as well.  There was a part of you that wanted to believe that she was actually ratting Alpha out, that she was saying the truth here but you were still too struck by Siddiq’s death and Dante’s betrayal to allow it completely. This could be a sick plan of Alpha after all, who knew, that woman was capable of anything. And you couldn’t miss some signs of some suspicious behavior again, no matter how small it was. You really couldn’t. “I'm just telling you what happened. I'm not sure you are. I'm trying to help”, she said, sighing once more as she stared at Gabriel, almost desperate while Rosita stepped a little closer, eying the women. “Why?” Her voice hushed and silence fell over the place for a moment, while she visibly struggled, her eyes swaying to the ground for a moment as if she needed to collect herself again before she glanced up. “The baby that they left at Hilltop, he's my nephew. And I would do anything to see him again”, she said, and if you hadn’t that bitter aftertaste of Dante’s actions striking through you, you would feel drawn to believe her.  Sure, you would expect Alpha to give her instructions to direct her reason at soft spots, at spots that would elicit empathy and trick someone more into trusting another one than some random reasons, but for some reason she seemed genuine and you didn’t know how to handle that. “Where's the baby's mother?”, Gabriel said, his voice as cold as before while the women grew even more restless and uncomfortable than she already was.  “Dead”, she finally said, her lips quivering slightly as she thickly gulped, her fingers fumbling on the torn clothes that covered her body. Gabriel stayed silent for a moment, only turning to Rosita who nodded softly before he glanced back at the woman. “If I give you a map, can you show us where the cave is?” “Yes”, she said, nodding and with a small gesture of Gabriel, the guards lowered their spears from her body and allowed her to step closer. She was a little reluctant, her eyes starting at you before her glance swayed over the others until she finally stopped at Gabriel and Rosita as she stood before them, waiting for what to come next. And so did you, watching the scene, your head still pumped up with thoughts of if Daryl and the others were fine that mixed up with the thought that if Negan was actually in the whisperer camp, she might know him. But before you could grasp a clear thought, you suddenly saw Rosita lunging towards the woman, her fist meeting her face’s side and knocking her right to the concrete ground. “You're a liar”, Rosita growled, her eyes glaring down at the woman who was wincing, only barely conscious as Rosita gestured towards the guards,”The cell!”

Couple hours had passed since he was back at the camp again and while he had hoped that spending some time alone a little bit off from the skin freaks would help him forget what had happened on the clearing, it honestly hadn’t done anything but give his thoughts space to torture the shit out of him. He’d told himself constantly that (Y/N) would understand that he hadn’t been able to find a way around it, that scaling her “reward” down to a kiss had been all he had been able to do without risking that she suspected something of his real intentions or worse, would directly end his ass because she couldn’t take rejection from a follower. She would understand, he hoped, she knew how goddamn much he loved her and she would know that he would never do shit like that if there had been another way, if there hadn’t been the threat of being exposed or killed.  Still, he was scared shitless to lose her and that feeling only started to nestle itself deeper into him the more time he spend alone. So he was wandering around the camp now, trying to distract himself, trying to tell him that it had at least made her trust him more and got him a step closer to destroying her and the rest of those skin freaks. He couldn’t really do much around the camp except for walking around, collecting some firewood or digging some holes that would be used to cook the meat. Some others were responsible for making new skin suits and he was kinda glad about that, though that didn’t keep him from realizing more and more how goddamn boring the life of a whisperer was most of the time, apart from the whole disgusting and culty vibe they were giving off. He couldn’t really talk to anyone, all they did was either giving him no reaction at all, grunting back or, if he was very lucky replying with a sparse sentence. Hell, even during the day hours of his time in the prison he’d been able to talk more than now and that meant something.  And fuck, that bothered him. He liked talking, much more than most people probably and he missed the hell out of having real conversations, he missed getting a reaction to whatever goofy shit was slipping out of his lips, he missed being among people who were actually acting like humans and not some weird stage between walker and living person. And neither Alpha nor Beta were at the camp right now to entertain him with their weird-ass relationship.  Groaning slightly he bend a little down to grab a couple of branches that seemed fitting as firewood, just the right size and dry enough to do the job while he let his eyes sway around the camp, that was becoming less and less filled than usual. It wasn’t a rare thing that the number of skin freaks varied around here, often, some wandered off to check on borders or tried to get more walkers for their herd or some new skin suits, but today was different, even more because some of them seemed more restless than usual and he had to find out what was exactly going on around here, why there were much less skin freaks walking around, why the hell the rest was so troubled and why Alpha and Beta both weren’t back yet. He had to find out what the hell was going on here, one way or another.

You felt like you could cut the tension air with a knife when you found yourself in the conference room, not more than two hours after they had brought Mary into Negan’s old cell. She wasn’t there anymore though, she was standing before the large table, two guards behind her that had their spears ready in case she tried anything, while she was glancing over the map trying to explain where the cave was. “So, 14 miles inland here?”, Gabriel mumbled, bowing his upper half over the table, moving his finger over the map before glimpsing up at her.  “Yes”, she nodded while he gripped the edges of the thick wood, standing a little straighter  “Any other way in or out?”, you could hear Scott ask from his spot beside Gabriel,  before Mary shifted a little from foot to foot. “There are others in the area. I'm not sure where. And they'll be guarded”, she said, gulping thickly while you were still unsure what to exactly think of her. Gabriel and Rosita had found out that her sister and the baby’s mother wasn’t only dead, she’d killed her for Alpha and hearing that her leader had lied about killing Lydia, a sacrifice similarly big, had crushed her in the end.  She really did seem genuine and you wanted to believe that her information was true, but you had your problems crossing Dante out of your head, regardless out how much you hated it. “Did Earl send those new weapon sets?”, Gabriel finally said, glancing over at Laura who nodded quickly. “Yeah. Enough for all of us.” “Good. We're gonna need them”, Gabriel mumbled while Rosita shifted uncomfortably beside you, staring out of the window and even more tense than before as she let out a thick sigh. “What about the border?”, she said, for the first time glancing over at Mary,“It's gonna be guarded all the way down to-” “It's clear. It's too long for Alpha to defend. Most of the patrols will be near the cave”, the shorter woman quickly said, fumbling on her torn clothes and even though that didn’t really seem to calm Rosita, what she said made sense. The border was long as hell and if the whole thing about the cave was really true, they were definitely setting priority onto that. “Take her back to her cell”, Gabriel finally said, leaving the guards to lead Mary out of the room and just as they had closed the heavy door behind themselves Gabriel pushed himself away from the table and walked around the table. “So, two rescue parties. Rosita and I will take the first”, he said, stemming his hands against his hips before he glanced into the round. “We don't know if any of this is real”, Rosita scoffed, moving from her spot by the window finally towards the table, a thick frown pressing into her face while Scott let out a defeated sigh. “Don't we? You said you were sure she wasn't lying”, he said, glancing towards Gabriel while he leaned back over the table, as if that position would make him more powerful. “I am, and she isn't”, he said, putting an urge into his voice before he let out a thick chuckle and that odd look you had seen a couple times these last days began to spread over his face again “You all are hesitating because you're afraid of them, right? You shouldn't be. That's why I brought her in here. So you could see”, he said, almost as if he as some prophet who was trying to show his followers the right way, his eyes nearly looking as if he was possessed by his ideas. “See what?”, Laura asked, similarly irritated as you were while that only seemed to facilitate Gabriel in his intensity. “That they're cowards. We broke her. Completely. And if we can break her, we can break others. If you come across one of them, keep them alive, start pulling teeth and taking fingers. Get information, because we now know the more pain and fear you pour over them, the sooner they drop the act, which is what it is!” Now what the fuck was that? He stared at you all, eyes wide, and his hand gripping into the table’s edges as if he intended to break it while you just looked back at him, with furrowed brows and not sure what to answer to this bullshit. “Do you have anything to say?”, Gabriel’s eyes suddenly fell on you, his eyes still as wide and his body as tense. “What?”, you said, startled for a moment. “I can see the way you’re looking. The way  you’re all looking at me”, he said, clenching his jaw while you could see Laura and Scott looking at you from the side, as if you expected you to tell Gabriel what kind of shit had just slipped out of his lips. “I just..I don’t think it’s the fear that made her break and I don’t think teeth pulling or cutting fingers off is the way to get into their head either”, you said, sighing softly as he looked confusedly at you, as if what you had just said was a thousandth time crazier that what he had told you. “Then how?”, he asked and well, now you had to find a way to put your thoughts into words, in any way Gabriel might understand. “She revealed everything after she found out what this place actually is, right? That it’s not as bad as Alpha tried to picture it. And she cracked once for all when she realized Alpha lied about not only that but about Lydia and a bunch of other stuff too”,you said and even though the look in Gabriel’s eyes didn’t make you feel like he was just trying to process what you were trying to say, you went on ,”Realizing that Alpha is a liar and betrayed them too is what made them crack.” “I think so too”, Laura said, and you couldn’t thank her more since it honestly felt like Gabriel was gonna jump on you and maul you if no one would support your point as well,”We have to make sure we find the most effective way...we can’t let our hate or rage get in the way.”

Only an hour later, Alexandria was starting to go into lockdown, preparing search teams, sharpening their weapons and dividing tasks and while this would have already been more than enough for anybody inside the community, there were calls coming from an outpost warning about new waves of walkers that were starting to make their way towards Alexandria like it already had happened weeks ago. “How many can you see in the herd?”, Laura asked as she stood beside you in front of the smaller gates at Alexandria’s backside, holding the walkie close to her lips before the crackling voice of from the other side echoed through the air. “100 at least. It's hard to tell, but it looks like there are Whisperers in it. It's on its way. What should we-” The voice broke off as you looked confused at Laura who stared huffing at the walkie, shaking her head softly. “Echo post, say again”, she repeated as you made your way over to Gabriel and Rosita, but nothing but static crackled through the walkie. “We lost you. Echo post, respond”, she repeated again while you gave her another confused look, asking yourself what the hell was going on at that outpost before you heard Gabriel’s voice again, thankfully less eerie than it had been in the conference room. “That watch tower's two miles away. We can't let this next wave bunch up at the gate the way the last one did.” “Why would they send a herd now?”, Scott scoffed, readjusting the armor he had just slung around his torso. “We have a defector giving us information. They're trying to stop us before we act on it”, Gabriel shook his head  “We're gonna have to split up if we want to cover both gates” Laura said while you glanced at her walkie and still nothing but static slipped out of it, only hearing Scott’s voice distantly between the bunch of people that were rushing around you. “That means less people out there.” “We don't have a choice”, you heard Gabriel quickly mumble back while you let out a small sigh and glanced up. ”Well defending the gates will take more people than finding the group, right? or do you wanna stop part of the herd outside too?”, you asked, looking at Gabriel as he let out a sigh. ”Yes, that would be the best, that’s why we should split up”, he added again while Scott let out a grumpy huff and moved from your side back to the few Alexandrians that were busy with collecting the right weapons for the people who would head out. “Show of hands how many people here have been on gate duty?”, Laura called out as she walked from your little group towards the others, trying to get some overview in this mass as a couple rose their hands. You didn't, though you walked a little away from Rosita and Gabriel, hoping to see that none of the other shift workers would head outside and leave you completely alone with it. Normally, it would’ve been okay but after this whole forenoon you could pass on that. “Hold on. New Plan”, you heard Gabriel say before you could go any further, bringing your glance right back to him ,”Rosita and Laura, stay back on gate security with a skeleton crew.  (Y/N), you too, so you’re available if you’re needed in the infirmary or anybody gets hurt in the night.” You nodded slowly, kind of agreeing with him for the first time today. You hadn’t expected much else, there were already two less people in the infirmary, especially during the time most people could get hurt they wouldn’t send you out as well.  You could still hear Gabriel making some more orders to other people, and while it still weirded you out to see him in any kind of leading position, you got stuck in your thoughts again. This would be a goddamn long night again, and while you were already exhausted from the little sleep you had gotten during the last nights, at least this wouldn’t allow any nightmares to torture you, at least you wouldn’t have to see Negan die over and over again until you would wake up covered in cold sweat. 

The sun was slowly vanishing from the sky, filling up the forest with warm light when Negan found himself back on his usual spot by some tree, nibbling on the rest of meat that was left on the bone he’d been able to snatch from today’s dinner. Tossing the clean bone to the side he let out a small groan and leaned himself against the tree behind him, glancing around the camp that was becoming even emptier than earlier today. Alpha and Beta still weren’t back and that only gave him the feeling that something bigger was going on, and he was kinda pissed at himself that he hadn’t been able to get some real information out of any of these silent ass fuckers except for catching some small comments about having to wander off to different spots in the territory. He’d hoped that would help him in any way but he couldn’t make up some connection between them, not at all. He knew some of the area around here, especially from runs during his Savior days but by far not enough to make sense out of these spots that were sprawled out over the area. He wished he could just ask out of the blue but he couldn’t do that, that was for sure, it would just make him look suspicious and that was something he really didn’t need, so he had to find the right moment, and that shit was especially hard when the fuckers who were sitting with him by the roasted pig were as taciturn as the fucking rest of this damn group. He was just about to try to figure a way out to get the skin freaks to talk, right as he found the right opening as two of the four whisperers who’d sat around the pig nodded to one another, got up and slowly made their way into the woods.  ”They’re going too? Fuck, leaving us poor fuckers alone, huh? Gettin’ empty in here”, Negan chuckled, glancing at the other two men who’d been silently nibbling on their meat until now but were looking up now, the older clearing his throat after he gulped down his bite. “They’re heading to the cave...Alpha wants more guards there after the enemies got out, wasn’t sure if they all did”, he mumbled, surprising him for a moment with that long ass sentence that sure was more than he’d expected before he got what the man had just said. Whoever was in that small group they’d talked about yesterday, they were out which was definitely some good news, except not everyone had made it out and he could only reassure himself that his girl was most likely in Alexandria and the chances were close to zero that she was among that group. “Alright, now that’s a good reason for gettin’ their asses outta here”, he chuckled, running his hand over the beard stubble that was already a little thicker than usual while he put a brighter grin on his face. But now that he had them by the balls, he couldn’t let go there and damn, chances were low that he was gonna get a whisperer to sit next to him who spoke in actual long sentences as this one here. ”By the way, anyone’s seen the big fella? Feel like he’s gone forever”, Negan said, reaching for his last piece of meat and cleared his throat slightly,”if he’s by the cave, pretty damn sure no fucker gets in or outta there without being knocked on their ass.” The whisperer only shook his head slightly, nibbling off the last tiny bit of meat on the bone before he glanced back at him, keeping him more on edge than he liked. “He’s on his way into the enemy’s camp...He’s on his way to the place that held you captured.”

A thick yawn left your lips as you moved through the streets of Alexandria that were filled with darkness by now, while you grabbed the Machete in your hand a little tighter and glimpsed around yourself. Rosita and Laura were right next to you, a few other Alexandrians were walking right behind you, caring some spears and hatchets while Rosita talked to Gabriel on the walkie, trying to find out when you had to prepare for a wave of walkers, though that was your smallest problem at the moment. They had reached the outpost by now only to find the people stationed there slaughtered and left to reanimate, giving you a sad explanation to why they hadn’t responded to the walkie calls anymore and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was responsible for that bloodbath. “They were forced to call. Must've held the knife to her throat to make him call us and lie”, Gabriel’s crackling voice sounded through the walkie while a cool shudder ran down your back and made you unconsciously grab the machete tighter.  “Why?”, you could only hear Scott’s voice echoing quieter through the walkie, just before Gabriel’s voice sounded a little louder to you, “Most of us are out here. There's hardly anybody back home.” And right in that moment, right as you felt the tension growing even more in you and gave you the feeling that this whole night would take another horrible turn, you heard an eerie scream sounding through the night. “Walkers!”, you heard a male voice scream, mixing within moments with the groans of the dead, forcing your glance at a house in a side street, the doors wide open as freshly reanimated corpses of Alexandrian’s poured out of it, their bodies covered in blood, some of their heads nearly hanging onto their shoulders as more blood flew out of their slit throats. “They're here”, you heard Rosita call out as you gripped the machete tighter, watching as the guards who had walked behind you right now were already storming to the walkers to end them before they could cause greater harm. “Are you gonna check the infirmary?”, Rosita asked, her voice already filled with tension as you nodded quickly, feeling as if you were stuck in another one of your nightmares before you could see her nodding to Laura. “Come with me. We’ll check Morgan Street”, she panted, already starting to run while you could feel yourself starting to switch into the survival mode. The whisperers were here, and fuck, now it was time to fight. Heavy pants left your lips as you ran down the street, keeping your machete ready as you tried to make sure to catch every little thing that was going on around you, tried to make sure that you wouldn’t miss any whisperer that could hide in the shadow of the houses. It was an oppressive feeling that was pressing down on you there, giving you the feeling that in any moment, any time some of those freaks could attack out of the blue even though you hadn’t seen just one when you finally reached the infirmary. Gulping thickly you made your way up the porch, your heart pounding up into your throat as you rose the machete a little higher, preparing in case one of them was hiding in here. Your eyes were constantly searching for blood, your ears directed to detect any groans while you hoped dearly that no one had been in here and had hurt them, or worse, was still making their way through the house.  But instead, and before you could even open the door it ripped open, revealing the three patients who stood in their pajamas in the door, their eyes tried from the sleep but filled up with worry and confusion.  “What’s going on here?”, Barbara asked, her voice filled up with fear as you walked closer, quickly lowering your weapon while still trying to keep yourself calm to not get them all worked up as well. “Whisperers are in here”, you said, gulping thickly as you glanced around for a moment, trying to reassure yourself that none of them was near before you glanced back at the three, ”We’re trying to find where exactly they are. I need you to get inside and move up into one of the rooms upstairs and lock yourself in. We’re gonna be fine” “Okay”, Oscar just nodded while Barbara already tried to vanish behind him, clearly scared and you had really hoped that you could’ve told them in a more sparing way but you couldn’t lose any time, not while those freaks were in here. “I’ll lock the outer doors now”, you said, trying to force a small smile up your lips even though you knew how desperate it made you look as you watched them moving inside, “We’re gonna be fine.” Fumbling on the keys from your pocket you quickly moved them inside, seeing the last of them as they moved up the stairs and vanished upstairs before the keys clicked in the lock and gave you the go for the next steps. Your heart was still pumping violently against your chest when you finally locked the two terrace doors as well, making sure that no one would get in there or would at least have a hard time doing so. And right in the very moment you finally made your way back down on the street a gun shut sounded through the air, pumping you right back full with a new wave of adrenaline as it urged you to ran towards its source. It was coming from somewhere around the brownstones, you were sure, and the fear of what might have happened there right now kept you running down the street, past the corpses of the Alexandrian’s that plastered parts of the blacktop and the pools of blood that slowly grew around them. Your breath grew heavier with every moment, straining your throat as you pushed yourself to keep going until you finally got into the street of the brownstones and raised your machete, hoping that you weren’t too late. Panting heavily you glanced around, feeling the fear skyrocketing in you as you made your way down the street, instinctively glancing down the stairway that lead to Negan’s old cell, right before what you could glimpse at through the window filled you up with nausea in the matter of seconds. There was a body down there, lying on the concrete ground and all you could see was part of its lifeless figure, not more, not less, but it was way more than enough to let the panic in you rise even more. “Shit”, it left your lips as you slowly stepped down the stairs, keeping your weapon ready in case whoever was responsible for this was still down there. But there was no one, nothing as you finally entered the all too familiar room and could finally see the full figure of the person who was laying by the bars. “Oh no, oh fuck”, you panted as you stepped towards Laura’s lifeless body that got slowly surrounded with a pool of blood and was daubing the metal bars next to her. “Fuck...fuck!”, it left your lips again, as if it would act as a valve for the panic that was rushing through you right in the very moment you saw her body starting to twitch and heard a groan falling from her lips, alarming you to do something. Carefully, you stepped closer, laying the machete to the side for a moment and moving your hand to the holder on your pants to get your knife out, before you leaned down to her, trying to figure out how fast she would reanimate before her bleary eyes suddenly stared at you and her arms raised up as she snarled, forcing you to act fast. “I’m sorry”, you mumbled, gulping thickly before you reached your knife up and let it rush down onto her head, closing your eyes the moment you could feel the blade burying itself into her skull and could feel her body going limp beneath you. “Fuck”, you cursed, trying to hold it together as you moved your hand into her blonde hair to keep her steady as you moved the knife out of her skull and slowly let her down, before the shock ebbed for a moment away and made you realize that Mary was gone from this cell and that she and any other whisperer was still walking around outside. Fuck had she fled?  Had she done this? Or had it been some other whisperer trying to get her back to Alpha done this shit? You didn’t know and it drove you crazy and you rushed up the stairs again, almost on your way onto the street again before you caught what had you had missed to notice when you’d seen Laura’s body in the cell. The door of Michonne’s home was opened, not wide but just enough to slip through and after what you had found in the cell, this couldn’t mean anything good. “Shit”, you cursed to yourself, gulping thickly as you could feel your palms growing sweatier while you gripped the machete tighter and slowly moved up the stairs, right as you heard a loud thud coming from the inside, mixing with choked up screams that let the fear in you spike once more. This wasn’t just preparation anymore, there was definitely whisperer inside, hurting Judith, RJ or maybe one of the others and you had to get in there, you had to get in there now. You could feel yourself tensing harder as you got into the house, trying to be as quiet and fast at the same time without stumbling about anything in your way, knowing that you could neither lose time nor that you could allow whoever was in there to know of your presence before you could afford it. “No!”, you could suddenly hear Rosita’s voice scream upstairs, sending another shock through you before you heard another thud, enough for your body to take over your mind and make you rush upstairs just as you heard Mary’s voice calling out. “Beta, stop!”, she screamed just as you got up the stairs and saw her standing in the doorframe at the end of the hall, her small stature only barely covering the scene inside. Rosita was on the ground, blood dripping down her arms as the whisperer who had to be Beta stood above her, his arms raised, ready to rush down the knifes he had in his hands down into her body. “Alpha wants me alive. Step towards me”, Mary said, moving the knife in her hands to her throat while you tried to process what was happening in front of your eyes right now. You stood there, glued to the ground as you saw the giant with the skin mask move towards the short woman, nodding at her and leaving Rosita behind just as you saw Judith and RJ peaking out of the door beside you, uninjured but just as shocked as you. And just then, just when that giant beast got to Mary you allowed yourself to move towards them, standing in front of them to make sure you could do at least something for them while you lowered your weapon as they started to walk down the hallway.  “Toss it away”, you suddenly heard the giant growl as he saw the machete that was still in your hand, stopping his path as you stared at him for a second, feeling another icy shudder rolling down your back before you let the weapon fall to the ground and pushed your foot onto it to slide it as far as possible away, trying to convince him that it was enough. You wanted to kill him,  you really did, for all he had done here in this night and for everything he was involved in before but you knew that you didn’t stand a chance. You couldn’t risk everybody’s live in here by trying to play the hero, keep the machete and attack him, you just couldn’t. You had to do the smart thing and let them leave, no matter how hard that was. You had to let Mary walk him out of here, the woman who had gladly said the truth about everything and who was now risking her damn life to keep Beta from continuing his slaughter.  And so you were forced to watch them walking down the stairs after beta had started to walk again, feeling like shit that you couldn’t do anything but stand there and wait for them to leave, feeling like shit that you couldn’t fight even though you knew that this was the only smart thing to do. And then finally, the door fell into its lock. With that one sound a could snapped in you and allowed you to move again, first reassuring yourself that Judith and RJ were both fine before you found yourself rushing down the hallway. “Oh fuck”, it slipped out of your lips as you caught Rosita leaning against a wall  by now, holding her arm with her hand that was already covered in her blood, wincing as she moved to see you. You’d almost expected for Judith to call out your language as she’d often done it with Negan but instead, she stayed silent now as you kneeled down next to Rosita and glanced at her as she kept on pressing her hands onto the wound. You gulped thickly, glancing from the kids to Rosita, still too overwhelmed with everything that had just happened before you nodded to her, trying to somehow grasp some clear thoughts as you watched her wincing once more. “We’ll get you to the infirmary now, alright?”, you said, watching as she nodded and tried to move herself a little up. “Okay, let’s go.”

Fuck it. Fuck this goddamn day.  Hours had passed since that whisperer had broken the news and there hadn’t been a quiet moment in his head ever since. Beta was probably right fucking now at Alexandria and he couldn’t do a thing. All this time he’d hoped she’d be there and not among that group, had told himself that this was the only probable thing and now this hope had fucked him over. He’d almost been up and about to end this whole fucking plan here and make his way back to Alexandria, too worked up by his emotions and fears that this big ass idiot would end up hurting his wife when he’d start whatever fuckin’ slaughter he’d planned there. He’d pulled himself together though, forced himself to sit his ass down and stay calm, no matter how fucking hard that was at the moment. He only had a chance to really change something if he stayed here, he couldn’t let that be ruined by some suspicions that might not even be true. Maybe she wasn’t in Alexandria at the moment for whatever damn reason, and if she was...she would knew what to do when that freak got in. She would know when it was smart to fight and when the time had come to hide or attack from the ambush, she would know what to do. She wasn’t asleep right now, right?  No, during all those years in the prison both of them had gotten used to stay up longer to use the time they had together in the night, she probably was still up and would notice when that fucker would walk through Alexandria or come even close to their house. She wouldn’t get hurt, she would be fine. A tight breath left his lips as he shifted against the tree, moving uncomfortably over the cold ground as he closed his eyes tightly shut, trying to silence the fucking thoughts that kept on spinning around in his head. All he wanted now was to be with her, make sure she was fine and make sure that no one would just harm a damn hair on her head but he couldn’t and he had to find a way to cope with that, somehow. Morning fell over Alexandria, filling the community with light again after the horrible night that was still stuck in everybody’s bones, keeping the memories of the dead bodies and the blood that was still partly covering the streets alive. The night and the early morning hours had brought revelations with themselves that at least were more good than they were bad. Gabriel’s group outside had brought Mary back inside with them after Beta had been forced to leave her behind as they’d shot at them, unfortunately without killing him but at least urging him to vanish back in the woods. Aaron was back, bringing the news that everybody except for Connie and Magna had made it out of the cave in time before it collapsed and left their fate  unknown. And while you felt sick knowing that not everybody might have made it, you were more than relieved that Daryl was out even though he still wasn’t back, still searching for other openings of the cave to see if he could get them back or at least find Lydia. The complete dark side of these revelations was a late gift from Dante, one that he had worked on during his time in Alexandria, before everyone’s eyes. he’d used Cheryl’s grave to build a tunnel that lead out of the community, allowing Beta to walk right into Alexandria without having to conquer the walls just the tiniest bit. You’d already thought you’d seen the last of him but hell, that asshole really was trying to stay in your minds for longer. “Are you coming with us to Hilltop?”, you heard Judith ask from her spot at the kitchen table, watching as you got her and RJ’s food for the way ready. A whole bunch of people would head there today, along with Rosita who you could stitch up in the night but who’d definitely needed some of the medication you simply didn’t have available anymore at Alexandria. They’d leave in a bit, and you really weren’t sure yet what people had planned for you. “I’m not so sure to be honest. They need me here at the infirmary but if I could come with you, I could get new health care supplies and stock up a bit up, maybe recruit someone to come help here. So we’ll see”, you said with a small smile, packing the first done sandwich into a box while she slowly nodded, watching you before she puckered her brows slightly and shifted over her spot. “Where’s Negan?”, she asked out of the blue, startling you for a moment as you gulped thickly and glanced down at the bread in front of you. They hadn’t told her yet, of course not. You couldn’t fool her, she knew that he hadn’t been in the cell but hell, you also couldn’t tell her what you suspected him of doing outside and you also didn’t want to just crudely say that he had simply escaped his cell, leaving him to look like someone who had left this place behind for good. “He isn’t here at the moment”, you said, feeling your throat growing tighter the moment you had spoken it out. “He’ll come back, right?”, she asked, glancing at you as fumbled on Carl’s old hat that laid right next to her on the table. “Yeah, yeah he will”, you said with another smile that was more bittersweet than anything, filled up with the uncertainty of when this time would come and the worries about him, mixed up with the hopeful thought that it if you were just a little lucky you’d be able to have him back with you sooner than later. And you couldn’t put in words how much you hoped that the luck would be on your side with that.

(If you would like to be tagged, just let me know! The gif isn’t mine/ it was originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty)

[ascottywrites]

Colts and Katanas-- The Richonne List

They weren’t supposed to happen but their chemistry was too much not to do anything with. Probably helps that certain people wanted it to happen too *nudge* *nudge* Andrew Lincoln. So in light of the end of the last season and the goings on of the newest season of The Walking Dead I decided to mend my poor broken heart by going back to the basics of my obsession with this fandom. Even through the turmoil of The Prison they have been my OTP...(i mean so was Dixonne, but that’s not important right now). Anywhoozle I present some of the more recent ventures in the Richonne ship as well as some of the few I return to when I need a boost. Enjoy! 

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Taking chances by thematsaididwelcome (Complete: 18/18| 49,649) 

Michonne and Rick go along with Shane and Andrea's plan. Will it work out for them or blow up in their faces.

Contractions of the Heart by Richonne4Life (wip: 23/?| 145,339) AU Richonne. Michonne is a surrogate for lifelong friend Rick Grimes and his wife Lori; Lori leaves town the day their son is born; Rick is a lovesick fool; Richonne eventually rises. I do not own the TWD characters.

The Perfect Blend by Mlsts51 (wip: 18/?| 70,815) Michonne Andrews has never met Rick Grimes. Yet, she has something, or rather someone that belongs to him. After their first encounter turns disastrous, she decides not to reveal her secret. Rick, however, still discovers the truth and a battle between them ensues. Unexpectedly, though, their hearts become casualties of their war.

The Dead and the Dark Rider by love.devil.movies.baby (Complete: 26/26| 78,415) 

A Zombie AU set shortly after the Civil War. A world on the edge gets thrust into the zombie apocalypse. This new reality doesn't care about race, gender, or class, but it's people still do. When a dark skinned stranger shows up at his gate, she turns Rick Grimes' world inside out. Can they survive this new existence before the old one kills them? Cover Art by msdoomandgloom

Married at First Sight by love.devil.movies.baby (Complete: 17/17| 46,720) 

Ask, and you shall receive...A young Rick and Michonne are newlyweds, chosen for one another by their respective communities. Can they navigate the waters of an arranged marriage to become the power couple of the apocalypse? Or will the world they live in undo them before they can even begin? A AU zombie story and continuation of a prompt from We're the Ones Who Live.

The Season of Light by Nwfanmega (Complete: 15/15| 120,604) Alexandria was supposed to be a new start for all of them. But what happens when relinquishing the old world proves harder than embracing the new? Will Michonne chose to seek her own happiness, even if it takes her further away from Rick? Angst, love, and a healthy dose of redemption. Richonne and TF, with a double scoop of Michonne. Because, she deserves everything.

Inherited: One baby by Sophiasown (Complete: 20/20| 131,190) What happens when life as you know it takes a sudden drastic turn and you discover that things will never be the same again. This is the fate for Rick and Michonne, two friends that life kept tearing apart, after a tragic event two of their closest friends left an inheritance for them both in the form of a precious baby. Can this beautiful baby girl bring these two together?

Parallel Hearts by severelybabykryptonite (wip: 21/? | 49,943) 

Rick and Lori Grimes find shelter at a camp outside of Atlanta where he develops a fast friendship with Michonne who is in the camp with her boyfriend, Mike.

The Way Forward by Siancore (wip: 43/?| 98,913) 

Michonne is finding it difficult to deal with her feelings for Rick. Will she push him away?

In a Different World by Lyra Verse (Complete: 29/29| 120,364) 

Rick never found Carl and Lori. He's hurting and darker than ever. Michonne has managed to protect Mike and Andre, but she has sacrificed being with them in the process. Rick is leader of the ASZ and Michonne is a resident of The Kingdom. The two communities have to work together to face common enemies. So they come up with a tried but true show of loyalty. A marital union.

Take Me To Church by Lyra Verse (wip: 6/?| 21,700) 

It is 1860. Rick is a genteel Southern gentleman; Michonne is the daughter of a voodoo priestess. After a mysterious encounter with Michonne one evening, Rick's life is changed forever. AU.

A Rival's Claim by Fik Freak (Complete: 16/16| 179,120) 

After an unexpected encounter, Michonne and Rick find themselves as rivals on opposite sides of a polarizing court case. Will their uncompromising opinions keep them from what they both really want? This is an AU/no ZA story, that is Rated M (Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes)

Verbal Communication by charrrmed (Complete: 22/22| 69,320) The slow pace of life in Alexandria gives Rick and Michonne a chance to step away from what they do best (communicate without saying a word) and open their mouths. It's touch and go, starting with Rick's fumbling attempt to ask Michonne to live with him and the kids and worsening when Michonne finally confirms Rick's long-held suspicion that she had a child.

My Funny Valentine by cakebythepound (Complete: 11/11| 57,957) 

The group has arrived at Alexandria, and Rick is acting... strangely, to say the least. Michonne thinks she can reel him in, but even she finds herself second-guessing the man she thought she knew. (Richonne. Timeframe: Alexandria. Warnings: Adult Language, Adult Situations, Jessica Anderson.)

[twdeadlysins]

Cherokee Rose: Part One

Season two, episode four (1/2)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count:  4,793

Warnings: Slow burn, mention of minor character death, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos

Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.

Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve uploaded another part for this series. Writer’s block, lack of motivation, and just life has been factors in why I haven’t. I’m trying to get back into the groove of things! <3

I hope you like this part!!! I feel like you guys will, but then again I have my doubts lmao ... okay bye LUL xoxo

If you want to be (un)tagged for this series rewrite, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or leave a comment and I’ll add/remove you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST // TWD SERIES REWRITE

When you woke up the next morning, Hershel had wrapped fresh bandages around your forearms after checking your wounds to see how they were healing. He gave you more antibiotics and told you they, along with your hip were healing well before you went to go help Shane, Glenn, T-Dog, Maggie, and Beth with collecting rocks for Otis’ memorial. As you were placing the stones into the wheelbarrow, you heard a familiar motorcycle engine in the distance, making you and the others pause and look. You smiled seeing the motorcycle, the RV and another car approach the farm, your group was finally together again. 

T-Dog had gotten Rick and the others while the rest of you outside walked near the porch to meet up with everyone. You limped your way over, but ended up tripping along the way. Glenn had caught you and slung your arm around his neck while you cussed under your breath. You couldn’t believe you lost your footing, your hip felt kind of better, but it still was a pain in the ass to walk. “Thanks,” you mumbled, earning a nod in return. Daryl swung his leg off his bike, kicking the stand in place as Dale, Carol and Andrea walked up. “How is he?’ Dale asked with concern. 

“He’ll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people,” Lori replied with an appreciative smile. “And Shane,” Rick added, causing you to peer over at him. “We’d have lost Carl if not for him.” 

“And Otis.” All eyes landed on you as you wandered yours right back at them, feeling Glenn squeeze your waist to comfort you. Otis is dead, but he still saved Carl… he brought you all here in the first place… if he didn’t do that, then Rick and Lori would’ve lost their child. You didn’t want anyone to forget that… that he sacrificed himself to save a life- Carl’s life… unless someone else made that choice for him, either way he died for someone you loved. Dale hugged Rick as Carol did the same to Lori, expressing how worried they were before Dale questioned how it happened it in the first place. 

“Hunting accident. That’s all, just a stupid accident.” Rick glanced over at you and Shane as he said it since you two were with him when it happened. Carol came up to you, causing Glenn to release his hold on you so you could hug her back. You were a little tense given the fact you that she despised you… at least to you it seemed she did for losing her child, so her even acknowledging you was weird. “How are you doin?” You sighed with a slight smile as she rubbed your arm, moving some hair out of your face. “I’ve been better.” Before she could reply, you saw Andrea approach from behind Carol, making her turn around to see what you were looking at. She peeked over at you with a closed-lip smile before stepping aside to go talk to T-Dog. It seemed that Carol was going to apologize since her eyes suddenly glossed over with regret, but you could be wrong… regardless that conversation was going to have to be at a later date. 

Andrea stuffed her hands in her pockets, glancing at the ground before finally making eye contact with you. “Look… I’m sorry about what I said-”

“Good, you should be,” you retorted before she could finish apologizing, making her face contort with a mixture of guilt and shock. “Because believe it or not we care about you, Andrea. I get wanting to go out your way, but next time… if there is a next time that you think about doing it again… think about the effect it would have on all of us.” You understood why she blamed you and Dale for ‘saving’ her back at the C.D.C, but that didn’t mean she was right by doing that. Neither one of you forced her hand like she said, you gave her a choice and if she would have still fought you on it, then you would’ve left her. 

The blonde solemnly nodded her head and walked away once it was clear that you weren’t going to continue the conversation. You felt rude for dismissing her like that, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still bothered by what she said back at the highway. From the moment you met her and she pulled her gun on you, you weren’t very fond of her and you still weren’t, but you still cared about her. You cared for everyone in the group, hell you even cared for the Greene family and you haven’t even been on their farm for that long, only a couple days.

Your orbs connected to the archer’s for a split second before he tore them away to follow Rick and the rest of them to the memorial service. You couldn’t tell what flooded his eyes, but you had mixed emotions about him staring at you. 

On one hand you felt shy and flustered because his attention could be captured by a million other things, but it was solely on you… then again that could be because he’s pissed at you… then you were ticked off. He infuriated you after the C.D.C, when he shouted at you for risking your life… like you were careless. Yes, going into a building that was going to blow up in mere minutes was a huge risk, but you knew what you were doing. Daryl then had the nerve to shout at you for chasing after Sophia especially when you had a concussion, but you could care less. Sophia was in danger and you weren’t about to stay put because of your injuries… her life mattered more than you being banged up. 

Everyone gathered around a pile of rocks that were bigger than your hand and each stacked one on top for Otis as Hershel gave a speech. Otis gave his life to save Carl’s and it didn’t matter to you that he had accidentally caused the whole mess in the first place. He was a hero and no one was going to take that away from him on your watch. 

While Hershel spoke, you carefully watched Shane’s behavior, you were still skeptical of the story he told about that night… it just didn’t sit right with you. His head was shaved off and your gut told you it was because of the tiny, but noticeable bald spot he had on his head… he was definitely leaving something out- hiding something. He was staring off into space, zoned out in his own little world, not paying attention in the slightest like he was reliving a memory. His mouth was agape and his brows were slightly creased, but you stopped studying him when Hershel asked him if he would speak for Otis. 

“I’m not good at it. I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking between the doctor and the ground with a sigh. 

“You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments, please, I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning.” You bit your lip as you fumbled with your belt buckle, staring at the ground while a grieving Patrica pleaded to Shane. 

According to Shane, they were down to their pistols with very little ammo. He was already limping and it was pretty bad with his ankle all swollen up. Otis had said, “We’ve got to save the boy” before handing his backpack to Shane and shoving him ahead. Otis instructed him to run, that he’d take the rear and cover him, but when Shane looked back- he trailed off, not finishing the story and limped to place a rock on top of the stack.

The ending was obvious and you scanned your eyes over everyone, gauging their reactions and Dale didn’t seem convinced and it was evident when the two of you looked at each other. You’d have to talk to him about his thoughts and you still didn’t forget what you interrupted in the woods between the two of them. Daryl didn’t seem to believe it either, so maybe you could try and talk to him about that too. 

“If not for Otis, I’d have never made it out alive and that goes for Carl too. It was Otis… he saved us both. If any death ever had meaning, it was his.” Patricia nodded her head, assured that her husband’s death was not in vain, but to you… he was trying too hard. Okay, that sounded like it didn’t make sense, maybe it didn’t, but to you it did. Shane, at least to you, was praising his death, glorifying even, like he was convincing not only everyone else, but himself that it was okay… that it wasn’t his fault. 

“If not for Otis… He saved us both… if any death ever had meaning it was his” 

Were you making all this shit up? Reading too much into things? Patricia did ask for Shane to assure her that Otis’ death had meaning, but something was up… right? You sure as hell didn’t know and you were afraid to find out if something other than what Shane said did happen. If Shane did get Otis killed, would that be so bad? In the end, it was to save Carl and if you were in his shoes… you would’ve done the same thing or hell, even taken yourself out. But to be fair, you had a more pressing matter to ahead to now that Carl was okay… finding Sophia. 

You and Rick had informed Hershel on the situation and told him today would be three days since she had gone missing. Three days. She’s been scared and alone for three days. Before you could start thinking deprecated thoughts, Maggie unraveled a county survey map on top of the hood of a car with Rick, Shane, Daryl, Hershel, Andrea and yourself surrounding it. The map was a blessing, it showed terrains and elevations, finally giving you guys a visual and be organized to set up grid searches. 

Hershel spoke up and told Rick that he wouldn’t be doing any of that today since he gave three units of blood. He wouldn’t last five minutes in this heat before passing out. The doctor then went on to Shane about his ankle, if he pushed it now, he’d be laid in bed for a month. 

“Guess it’s just me.” Daryl leaned forward to look at the map, but you hurriedly slammed your hand on the hood, blocking the paper from getting moved or studied. The hunter glared at you with questioning brows, wondering what the hell you were doing. 

“Nuh uh. I’m going with.”

“Like hell ya’re woman,” he huffed. “Ya still got a minor concussion, a busted hip and n’ infection in ya arms. Even saw ya trip earlier!” You rolled your eyes before snapping your head to Hershel when he agreed with him. You were in no condition to go out, you were worse than Shane and he had a fucked up ankle, so what made you think you could go out? 

You sighed and threw your ups arms dramatically. “I don’ know, I’m stubborn okay?” Everyone chuckled, saying that was a given which made you squint your eyes at them with crossed arms, grumbling while Daryl proceeded to look at the map. He was going to head back to the creek and work his way from there whereas Shane offered the idea for himself to drive up to the interstate to see if Sophia made her way back. So then it was set, tomorrow you’d all officially start searching for her together and you didn’t care what anybody said… you were going to too.

Shane had brought up a good point, everyone couldn’t walk around carrying knives out there, so you guys would have to train them to use guns. It was a great idea, you thought everyone should know how to operate a gun especially with surviving in this world. The people who were experienced with weaponry can’t be there to save the day for people who didn’t. If you wanted to survive this epidemic, then guns were your best friend. 

“Even though I could help out with the gun training, I think knowing basic knowledge in combat is essential too. So while you and Rick do gun training, I could do hand to hand combat along with some knife training if anyone’s interested?” 

Rick and Shane exchanged glances at each other which made you roll your eyes. “Yes, I know hip, concussion, cuts- whatever! I’ll take it easy, damn.” The two of them smiled and nodded their heads, saying it was a good idea, but Hershel brought up how he didn’t want anyone carrying guns on his property, stating that him and his family were doing just fine without turning into an armed camp. Before you could voice your opinion that disagreed with his request, Shane beat you to it. 

“All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here…“

“Look, we’re guests here,” Rick interrupted and you knew he was all for carrying guns, but he was trying to be respectful… like he said you all were guests. “This is your property and we will respect that.” Your best friend peered between you, Shane, and at Andrea since you all knew how much she wanted her gun since you have known her. Rick then withdrew his gun and placed it on the hood of the car to show Hershel and everyone else that he was serious and that you all would respect his wishes. 

Shane pressed his lips together and looked away as he set his pistol down as well, not wanting to obey almost as much as you did. You had your arms crossed, leaning on the hood of the car, staring at the guns, not wanting to give yours up. A clear of a throat made you peer your eyes up, not moving anything else in your body as you saw Rick direct his eyes to your gun and to the hood, waiting for you to comply. Everyone else was standing by for you, so you grunted and unholstered your P99 that was at your hip, slamming it on the car. 

“Y/N…” Your best friend prompted, causing you to toss your eyes to the back of your head, loudly exhaling through your nose as you took out the other one that was at your other hip. “Thank y…” Rick trailed off once you reached behind your waistband and set down another handgun. He nodded his head. “Okay-” Rick’s eyes widened as you winced, kneeling down to unhook not one, but two Glock 42 pistols from your ankles, placing it with the others. “... Is that it?” He cautiously inquired. 

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed with frustration picking up your hunting rifle that was leaning on the car beside you, sliding it to the collection. “Ya want my machete?! And my knives too?! ‘Cause if that’s the case we’ll be here all night!” Rick shook his head, thanking you to try and calm you down. You felt naked without your guns, you felt unbalanced… all the weight that you were used to was gone and you hated it. Yes, having that amount of guns might be a little excessive, but you never know. 

“I didn’t even know you had that many,” Andrea spoke with bewilderment as she gawked at the display of the various weapons.

“Weren’t supposed to… that’s the point,” you mumbled, slightly whining with crossed arms. Yeah, you still had your machete and knives, but knives don’t win a gunfight… or a humongous herd of walkers wanting to eat your face off. 

Rick continued to set up a plan, first things first: set camp, find Sophia. “I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody’s got to. What happens if we find her and she's a bit? I think we should all be clear on how we handle that,” Shane brought up, causing you to stop bouncing your leg at the thought of that outcome. Rick clenched his jaw before saying that Shane can do what has to be done, hating the idea of it as well. 

“And her mother? What do we you tell her?” Maggie genuinely asked, earning Andrea to respond that we’d tell her the truth. It’d be difficult, but Carol deserved to have some closure and to know what happened to her daughter… you just hoped it was a good outcome- that someone would find her alive. 

Shane picked up his weapon announcing that he would gather and secure all the others, making sure no one’s carrying until you were all at a practice range off site. He then put in a request of at least one rifleman on lookout which made your ears perk up and hurriedly look at Shane who was already looking at you as if to volunteer you, but then he brought up Dale having experience. Your shoulders slouched and you gave him a hardened look, letting him know you were pissed. 

Hershel didn’t seem to like that either as he thought about it, so Rick put in the extra effort to convince him that your people would feel a lot safer and less inclined to a carry gun. You scoffed in your head not feeling that way, but whatever to get the old man to agree right? Well Rick could mean that, that everyone would feel safe and not feel the need to carry, but not you and he gave you a look telling you he knew. Hershel ultimately nodded his head which was a relief, but damn you wanted at least one of your guns on you. 

You stood there while everyone departed except for Rick, Hershel, Maggie, and Andrea. The doctor’s daughter asked if you guys had anymore bandages, antibiotics or anything of that nature, but unfortunately what she saw was all you guys had. Maggie then mentioned going on a pharmacy run into town since they were running low, she’s done it before, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. 

Rick turned around to show Hershel and her daughter Glenn, who was helping Lori set up a tent. The cop had described him as the ‘go-to-town expert’ and for her to ask him to tag along, just to be cautious. Her father gestured his head to go over there, giving her permission to go before you went to rest on the steps of the house. 

You winced as you settled down, stretching your legs out before remembering you wouldn’t need your ankle holsters anymore. While you leaned down to remove them, you saw someone approach you in your peripheral. They sat beside you and took their hat off before asking what you were doing. “Well, Rick, these aren’t much of use to me anymore considering I don’t have a single weapon,” you replied with a bit of an attitude which you instantly regretted. You closed your eyes and exhaled before finally looking at your best friend as you piled the holsters in your lap. “Sorry, I don’t fully support the no weapon rule, but I do respect it and I’m not mad at you for following it. It’s just… I don’t know. I’m so used to carrying and I feel unprotected without them,” you confessed, fiddling with the holsters. 

Rick sighed and rubbed your shoulder to comfort you, showing you he understood by the gesture. “We got Dale.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’m used to protecting myself and others… not others protecting me.”

“Well, maybe ya should let them, Y/N.” Rick scooted closer, your sides squished together as he continued to soothe circles on your other shoulder. You rested your head on his shoulder, seeing a confused Glenn watch Maggie walk away. He must’ve learned about the horses and the thought of him riding one made your mouth quirk up, then an idea struck you.

“Daryl!” The outburst made you slightly jolt up which made Rick hurriedly apologize, but you dismissed it with a wave of your hand saying you had to do something anyways. As you went to push yourself up, the cop grabbed a hold of your hand to aid you while the hunter waited to hear what Rick had stopped him for. You said your thanks, catching Daryl’s eye, feeling a tad bit awkward before trudging off to your destination. 

You knew it’d be better for your hip to rest and not do anything, but that sounded more torturous than just dealing with it and walking. The walk over to the stables made you think about Daryl, how things were still tense between the two of you… you hated it. The two of you were stubborn, so there was no telling when this little feud would end. You could try and put your hardheadedness aside and talk to him, but the last time you did he ignored you. So why would this time be any different? 

“Maggie?” The brunette poked her head out and smiled in the middle of saddling a horse. You swallowed nervously, stuffing your hands in your back pockets as you got closer to where she was. 

“What can I do for ya?” 

“I- uh… I thought since- could you?-” What you wanted to ask wouldn’t come out as you stumbled over your words, mentally cursing yourself for being nervous and you didn’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing to ask, it was normal, so why were you stuttering so much? 

Maggie stopped what she was doing and worriedly came up to you, touching your arms in concern. “Everything alright, Y/N?” You nodded your head quickly, forcing yourself to swallow before yanking your hands out of your jeans to rub your face. 

“Yeah, I- uh- since you and Glenn are running to the pharmacy… I wanted to… I wanted to ask a favor,” you sheepishly asked, taking a piece of paper out of your front pocket. 

Maggie nodded. “Yeah, anything you need, Y/N. Is that it?” She questioned, pointing to the small note within your grasp. Your head slightly motioned a ‘yes’, handing her the list to which she opened, reading the contents. 

“I was diagnosed years ago, so don’t worry…” Maggie gave you a sympathetic smile before assuring you that’d she get you what was on the list. “Thanks, Maggie, I appreciate it.” 

“Okay, I know you shouldn’t with your injury n’ all, but it’s better than limping back. Would you want to ride the horse back with me?” Maggie inquired with a smile after you were done helping her get both of the horses ready, causing you to grin and your eyes to light up. She helped you up the horse, it was a little painful, but you ignored it. The pain was bearable and the excitement of riding a horse made you feel like a little kid on Christmas morning. Last time you rode a horse was with Rick… and that turned out… great, but this time you got to hold the reins. 

“Know how to ride?” 

“Oh, yeah!” You beamed, wanting to take off, but you couldn’t make the horse race off considering your hip besides you were just taking the horse up to the house… not a town over. “My uncle took me horse riding a lot. I even competed in a horse race,” you chuckled at the memory and even harder when you saw Maggie’s shocked, but impressed reaction. 

“Did you win?” The farmer’s daughter asked as you both slowly trekked toward the farm house, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and her to giggle. “The race, did you win the horse race?”

“Oh!” The realization hit and you laughed. “Nah, I came in like third, but to me it wasn’t about winning. I just liked the adrenaline rush and the wind, the way it made me feel.” Maggie grinned and bobbed her head in understanding, letting a comfortable, gleeful silence loom between the two of you before you remembered something else to ask her. 

“And Maggie?” Her smile faltered once she heard that your tone was different, more worried and urgent. “Can we keep the things on that list I gave you a secret? I just don’t want everyone knowing or worrying about me.”

“Yeah, of course, Y/N.” Maggie held out her hand and your mouth twitched up at the comforting gesture. You grabbed her hand and squeezed, smiles spreading across your faces as you made it back near the house. 

Despite knowing her for only a couple days, you considered her to be a very good friend. She welcomed you- a stranger, helped you through your panic attack and continued to be generous and nice. Other people would’ve looked the other way, ignored you and not given you a time of day, but not her and to you it showed you could trust her. Trusting people was hard for you, talking to and befriending them, sure, you could do that. You were a people person after all, being one helped with being a good cop, but that didn’t mean you trusted every person you met. The list of people you trusted- that you could depend your life on could be counted on your fingers. 

“Y/N! What the hell!” Glenn scolded with his arms extended out while you rolled your eyes and carefully swung your leg off the horse. “Are you crazy? You’re injured and you’re riding a horse?”

“Will you stop yelling at me and help dimwit!” He rushed up to you and grabbed onto your waist and wrist, aiding you off the horse. You had gotten halfway, but you were scared you’d lose your footing or apply too much pressure to your foot, ultimately hurting your hip. “Glenn, I appreciate your concern, but I’m a big girl. Thanks for helping me.” 

“I know… just be careful, okay?” You smiled and patted his baseball cap. “Also… dimwit?” 

Before you could respond, Dale and T-Dog rushed over and said there was a problem with the well which raised a few concerned brows. Everyone, but Rick, Hershel, Daryl and Carol followed the two men to the well, wondering what the hell was the matter. The answer to your question was answered when you peeked into the well to see a very big and disgusting walker look up at you from below. You brought your fingers under your nose and grimaced. “Ew, what the fuck?” 

“How long do you think it’s been down there?” Glenn asked, resting his palms on his bent knees, staring at the walker with disgust. 

“Long enough to grow gills,” Andrea joked, but with a serious tone, making you smirk regardless. It’s probably been in there since the dead start to rise, it didn’t even look like it used to be a person like walkers usually did. Being in the water did a number on it. 

“We can’t leave it in there. God knows what’s doing to the water.” You peered at Lori with confusion not understanding what the point was. 

“We gotta get it out,” Shane agreed with his hands on his hips before T-Dog gave a simple solution, to put a bullet in its head. Maggie objected to the idea and so did Andrea, saying if it didn’t already contaminate the water, then blowing its brains out would do the job. 

“I’m pretty sure it just existing in the water is contaminating the water. Either way, I’m not drinking it,” you commented, your face contorting into repugnance at the thought of even taking a sip of the water after that has been in there.  

Shane chuckled at you and you looked at him, your facial features still showing distaste. “So it has to come out alive?” T-Dog asked, glaring coldly down at the creature with no emotion whatsoever and not wanting to have to get it out. 

“So to speak,” Shane joked, making you cover your mouth as you involuntarily giggled. You coughed to mask your humor, trying to be serious in the situation and it was especially hard when they tried baiting the walker with a canned ham. A canned ham doesn’t kick and scream, so it wasn’t going to budge unless you used live bait… great. 

“We need live bait,” Andrea said moments after you came to the same conclusion, immediately eyeing Glenn who gazed up realizing that she meant him. He sighed, knowing he had to be the one to do it since no one else would, but the tightening of a rope brought everyone’s attention to you. 

“Who’s ready to make a wish?”

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MASTERLIST // TWD SERIES REWRITE

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A/N: Omg sorry for the lack of Daryl AGAIN. I know he’s in there for a little bit throughout, but to be fair I’m going by the show ya know? Don’t worry though!! I’m almost done with the second part to this and I’m pretty sure we’ll get more of him!! 

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