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.⋆。Impeachment Part 2。⋆.
Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon
Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs
Warnings: angst, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, violence, captivity, malnutrition/starvation, injury, guilt, sort of amnesia
WC: 4.8k
Minors DNI
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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
“I just wanted to come see how you were settling in, I know that being in a new place can be jarring to those who have been on the outside.” As Deanna spoke, Carol slipped from Daryl’s hold and fell in line behind him, as if he was protecting her.
In an unconscious move, Rick stepped forward, using his body as a shield to block the Alexandrian’s view of the group. “We’re just getting used to bein’ behind walls again. Tends to make us jumpy.” The alpha understood, nodding in sympathy.
“You're safe now, both from roamers and other people. These walls are strong, nothing can get in.” Rick's hair stood on end. That's what they said about the prison. The air in the small house was tense as an awkwardness fell over the group.
Carol shifted then, the floorboards creaked loudly.
Deanna's brown eyes flashed, catching sight of Carol’s excited state, but said nothing. She walked back out of the house, glancing back only once with a silent warning to stay in the house. “Have a good rest of your night.”
As soon as the door shut behind her, Carol exploded. “Please, we have to go.”
Rick sighed heavily through his nose. “First, you tell us what happened.” The other's attention flicked back to the omega who was now trembling with nerves.
She glanced around, searching for some sort of approval to take off again, this time with the pack alphas in tow but when she only received looks of confusion and general concern, her excitement died down to a simmer. “I was going to the armoury but something about that woman they had in the infirmary bothered me.”
The house was easy to break into given that there seemed to be no locks in the entire city. Darkness clung to every corner, creating an eerie air that set her on edge as she moved to the basement of the home.
The snarls coming from the back room were downright savage as Carol snuck closer, her shoes not making any sound against the cold concrete. The scent emanating from the room was sour but the undertones were incredibly familiar, like something nostalgic, reminding her of a better time. With a trembling hand, the omega twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the woman curled up in the corner of the room. A tattered shirt hung from her frame, the ripped cloth doing nothing to keep her warm or hide her distended stomach. It looked wrong, the way the huge bump was hanging off her frame, how skinny she now was. The natural softness she carried was now gone, the thick curves she was known for, had disappeared. Her eyes were a bright amber, a tell-tale sign of the omega having gone feral.
But beneath the dirt and grime, Carol could see that young omega they thought they lost, she could see the two claiming marks on opposite sides of her neck, each one with a bite radius matching the two men who had been desperately searching for her.
She gasped involuntarily and the omega's yellow eyes snapped to Carol and a growl echoed through her chest. It was so deep and so unnatural it legitimately frightened the unshakeable woman. A warning. 'Stay away, I will kill you to protect my pup'.
She took a step back but didn’t leave the room. Her head was lowered, her eyes locked on the woman’s. “I'll be back ok. Stay here.” The answer came in the form of another growl as Carol turned and ran out, gunning straight back to her pack.
“Are you sure?” It was Carl that broke the silence when she finished speaking. His eyes sparkled with tears and stepped closer to her. “Is it really her?”
“It ain’t her.” Daryl snapped. “She's dead.” Carl swallowed thickly, leaning into his father's side for some sort of comfort. He had lost two mothers less than 6 months apart from each other and he could hardly bear it.
Rick placed a hand on his boy's shoulder. “We don't know that for sure but Daryl's right, the probability that it is,” he tried to say her name but it caught in his throat, choking him, “it's incredibly unlikely.”
Carol snapped back. “I know what I saw and I was around her enough to have her scent permanently etched into my mind. It's her.”
“No it ain't!” Daryl was red with rage but the tear that rolled down his dusty cheek told an entirely different story, one that everyone in that room knew all-too-well. If she was alive, they had left her behind to die, turning her savage in the process.
Even before the world fell, there were cases of omega and alphas going feral, even some betas in rare instances. It was a survival tactic. With the brain reverting back to its primal self, anyone could survive the most dire of circumstances. It only usually happened with soldiers or people trapped in an abusive relationship.
But now, Rick supposed, it would be extremely common. “But if Carol's right, there's no telling if we would be able to bring Y/N back. Who knows how long she's been feral for.” Glenn pointed out, somehow managing to make everyone feel worse.
“I'll go back and check it out with Carol. If she's right, we can try to help her. We have both of her alphas and both of her pups, that should do something. And if it isn't her, we can move on.” Taking charge, Maggie spoke up but looked to Rick for approval given the severity of the consequences should two members of their group be found wandering well after dark.
His first instinct was to say no, there was no way he could risk all of their safeties for one person (even if it was his omega and unborn pup) but as he looked over his pack and watching how their eyes lit up with both despair and hope, he knew that he couldn't refuse. “If you're not back in 20 minutes-”
Carol had taken Maggie's hand and was out the door before he could finish his sentence. He huffed. “Y'all go get some more sleep, we don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.” That appeased the others, especially since they had almost no clue who Y/N was save for some vague mentions of her.
Carl and Daryl stayed in the foyer. “It ain't her.” But Daryl's voice was broken and weak. Conflict swirled in the blue of his eyes. He wanted so badly for her to be alive but to be alive and in that condition because of his inability to protect her- it was killing him.
“It's not your fault. Or my dad's. This could be our chance to get her back.” Carl almost begged the other man. “Just have hope.” Daryl scoffed and turned his back on them, storming off to a quiet part of the house.
“Go check on your sister, I'll deal with him.” Rick followed after, his own heart heavy with guilt.
Maggie kept her head on a swivel, watching for any movement from the empty streets and dark houses. Carol however, had her eyes locked forwards, speeding back to the infirmary.
A light drizzle had started, cooling down the warm night air considerably but that wasn't the cause of Carol's goosebumps. They had lost too many already, whether it was from walkers or even other humans, so the prospect of getting someone back was overwhelming. She thundered up the few steps and threw open the front door, Maggie close behind.
Carol was so deep in her excitement that she didn't notice that the yowling had stopped, but the other woman did. “Carol-” She started but her warning went ignored.
The basement door was open just wide enough for the dull yellow light of a lone lantern to illuminate the hallway. The wood slammed into the wall as the door was thrown open by the older omega, making both women freeze.
The room was barren save for a ratty blanket on the concrete ground. “She was here! I swear!” Maggie cautiously inched into the room. She scooped up the torn fabric and brought it up to her nose.
“I believe you, her scent is fresh.” The silent question was left hanging in the air, 'where did she go?'.
——————
It had taken less than 2 weeks for the relative safety of Alexandria to collapse. The first cracks had appeared on that first night. When Maggie and Carol returned alone but with a blanket that reeked of their lost packmate, Daryl had almost gone mad searching the town for her. He had caught her scent only once and it was outside the wall. It led them all to question the strength of the huge steel plates if a starved and heavily pregnant omega could scale it.
Then Noah was gone and the rift between the Alexandrians and them got even larger. It seemed like nothing could unite the two groups, especially after Rick became de-facto leader after Reg’s death.
Everything felt so wrong and out of place. With the discovery of the herd in the quarry and the realisation that Y/N was still alive somewhere, those feelings only got worse for Carl.
Chaos rippled through Alexandria, leaving deep panic and blood in its wake. People had somehow scaled the great walls of the city and had already killed so many of their own. A bulk of the fighters were gone, effectively leaving the women and children undefended and woefully underprepared for any attack.
Adrenaline coursed through Carl's veins, sharpening his senses but his reactions were still a milli-second too slow. There was already a cut along his forearm that burned and his hands trembled. Enid was silent beside him, Judith pinned to her chest as the three of them darted into another house on the outskirts of town.
The image of that man with the 'W' carved into his forehead flashed behind Carl's eyelids, just the same as every other person he had killed. Enid began to speak but he turned his back on her, instead silently looking through the house for any unwanted guests.
This whole thing was so painfully reminiscent of the Governor’s attack and the only thing he could do was keep him and Judith safe. They would survive just like before.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the rooms turned up empty and quiet. “What do we do now?” Enid spoke up, her voice strained with panic.
“I guess we wait.” Dust floated up from the couch as the teens sat down, finally able to catch their breaths.
Judith cooed at her older brother before looking up at the ceiling and repeating the sound, this time even louder. “Is she seeing ghosts or something?” Edith attempted to joke but instead just got silence back and the baby taken from her arms.
“She just likes making noises.” As if to confirm his theory, Judith chose that moment to squeal excitedly, wiggling in his arms without taking her eyes off of the ceiling.
The wood above them creaked, sending a light dusting of plaster down onto the three children. Carl and Enid seized with fear while Judith continued to make noise.
“Stay here.” With the baby quickly thrust back into her arms, Enid had no choice but to remain on the couch, watching with wide eyes as Carl drew his gun and cautiously climbed the stairs to the second floor.
He was sure he had checked every room carefully. He knew he did. But as he got closer to the master bedroom and the noises got louder, he began to doubt himself. His steps were light, desperately trying to avoid any creaky floorboards that would alert whatever was hiding about his position.
His knuckles were deathly pale as he tightened his grip around his gun, the barrel trembled only slightly with his nerves. Carl pushed the bedroom door open with the end of the weapon and once again was met with a completely empty room but the soft groaning was still present and he could now tell that it was leaking from the closet on the opposite end.
A sudden shout from Judith made him jump but his attention snapped back to the closet when something slammed into the wood heavily.
“Just a walker, it’s just a walker.” He murmured to himself. His left hand dropped from the butt of the pistol and he gingerly grabbed the doorknob, ready to turn it and then immediately back off to give himself some room for a clean shot.
Taking in a single deep breath, he steadied his gun and refocused his senses. Then he turned the knob.
Silence overtook the room but only for a few seconds when the sound of chains shifting emanated from the small dark space. Then a foot stepped over the threshold, and a hand curled into the doorframe as whatever was trapped inside finally pulled itself out.
The first thing Carl saw was her eyes- bright yellow with the pupils near the size of pin drops as they locked onto him. They weren’t the eyes of a walker. Even fresh, the ghouls supported milky white irises.
She did not snarl at him nor lunge, instead her head tilted and she sniffed the air. She took another step forward and finally Carl could see her two claiming marks, and more importantly, her pregnant belly.
“Mom.” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. She froze and a purr rumbled through the room. “Yeah! You know me, it’s Carl. And Judith is downstairs. You remember Judith don’t you?” She blinked at him, there was no comprehension behind her eyes.
Carl sighed. “We’ll work on it.”
It was only then that he noticed the heavy chain around her neck. There were spots of blood along her collarbone from where the metal had pulled at her skin. “Shit.” He muttered.
The gun slid easily into the waistband at his back and with his hands now free, he carefully approached her. She watched him but didn’t move which he took as a good sign.
From what he could tell, the chain had been looped around her neck a couple times and then locked to a hook haphazardly drilled into the side of the closet. He was confident that he could pull it straight out of the wall if he got enough leverage.
As he moved closer, Y/N shifted to the side, allowing him to slip into the closet behind her.
The small space was absolutely rancid but he continued forward, albeit holding his breath. She blocked out the light some but he was still able to see where she was bound to the wall. Already one of the screws on the anchor was gone so gathering up some of the slack from her chain, he wound it around his hands and with an almighty tug, it came loose from the drywall.
“See, that was easy enough.” She stood stock still as he delicately lifted her bounds from around her neck, letting the metal drop to the hardwood with a clatter.
Her eyes looked down at it then back to him. “E-e-e-zzz-ee.” She repeated, her voice broken and raspy from disuse.
Immediately Carl lit up. “That’s right! Easy!” The corner of her lip turned up into what he thought was supposed to be a smile but looked more like a grimace to him.
“Carl? You’ve been up here for a while, is everything ok?” Enid called out and just like that, Y/N was once again hunched over and snarling aggressively.
“Stay there!” He called out but he was too late. The teen stepped into the bedroom, Judith still in her arms. She froze, her eyes going wide.
“Who- who is that?” She asked, almost in disgust. She tried to turn away, to somehow shield the toddler in her arms from the sight of the feral omega but as soon as Judith disappeared from Y/N’s eye-line, she let out a deep warning growl.
“Give me Judith,” Carl urged, “right now.”
“Are you crazy?” She hissed, clinging even tighter to the unbothered toddler.
“Trust me.” As soon as Judith was in her brother’s arms, the growling stopped. And when he walked closer, the scent of milk and flowers filled the room. Y/N reached for the pair of them with shaky hands, her fingers just skimming the soft chubby cheek of her daughter.
“That’s why Judy was making so much noise, she could smell her.” Said girl giggled and tried to launch herself at the omega but Carl held tight. As much as he would love to have them properly reunited, he doubted she could support Judith’s weight in her arms after not eating properly for god knows how long.
Y/N looked at Carl while grabbing his wrist. He let her pull his hand away from his sister and closer to her belly. She laid his palm flat against the top of her bump.
The baby moved under his hand, softly kicking at his fingers. Relief washed over the boy and he felt a massive weight lift from his chest. “Dad's not gonna believe this.”
It took some coaxing (ie Carl using Judith like a carrot on a stick) but he was able to lead Y/N out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. He let her cradle Judith's head between her hands as he looked outside, watching for any of those freaks that had attacked them.
Only when he was sure that the streets were properly empty did he carefully open the front door. “Come on. Enid! Let's go!” He called back but the house was silent save for Y/N's purrs and Judith's coos.
“Goddamnit.” He knew he should go look for her but he also wanted to get his mother to safety and she would not be safe in the house where someone had kept her trapped. So, he walked away, heading back towards the centre of town, hopeful that his father and Daryl had returned.
Her bare feet scraped against the concrete as she trailed behind him. While her eyes were fixed on him and the baby, Carl could see the way her nose scrunched and her head tilted, alert for any sign of danger.
“Carl!” Rick's voice echoes through the street, panicked and strained.
He looked back at Y/N who had perked up slightly, the yellow of her eyes now holding flecks of its natural colour. He chanced it. “Dad!” Rick rounded the corner, gun at the ready and with a fire in his eyes but as soon as he saw the trio, he stumbled.
Even from a distance, Carl could see the way the breath was knocked from his lungs. Like Daryl, Rick blamed himself for their omega's disappearance. He felt the weight more heavily because he was not only responsible for her but also for the whole pack, his guilt ran deep, infecting every choice he made and slowly driving him mad.
When Daryl would leave Alexandria to search for her, Rick would stay behind, forcing himself to focus on the rest of his pack. He thought that if he could protect everyone else, the guilt would wane, but it never did.
“Omega!” His voice thundered down the street making Y/N freeze. There was some sort of recognition in her posture: her head bowed, shoulders slack but her lips still curled into a snarl and she attempted to snatch Judith from Carl's arms. She only succeeded in tugging both of her pups closer to her body.
“Omega.” He repeated, this time softer and offering her his empty hands. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you or the pups.” He bowed his head and dropped his eyes to the ground in submission.
She growled again but it was softer and more confused. “I’m your alpha.” As slowly as he could, Rick extended his left arm and presented her with his wrist. While not as prominent as his neck, his scent still bled from his skin. Her nose twitched and as she leaned forward to sniff at his offered limb while keeping her eyes locked onto him.
Her brows furrowed and she took a step closer, her hand darting out to grip his wrist. Her cold nose rubbed against his cold skin as she inhaled even more of that intoxicating scent that tugged at part of her mind.
Carl beamed when she dropped his father’s hand in favour of burying her nose into the crook of his neck. Judith gave a chirp as she was squished between the two grown-ups, still partially in her brother’s arms and her mother’s.
Rick’s eyes fluttered shut as her own scent washed over him for the first time in almost 2 months, thick with fear and apprehension but it was hers all the same. Her bump pushed into his stomach and he felt like he could cry. She was safe, she was alive and she was back in his arms.
Warmth flooded their bond, bringing a smile to his face. She licked at the mark she had left on his scent gland months ago so Rick placed his hand on her hip, gently pulling her even closer. He winced as he realised just how malnourished she was. “Let’s go get you and the baby checked out and maybe some food.”
Her eyes remained uncomprehending but she followed after him anyway, his hand held tightly in hers.
Bodies lay in the streets, both enemies and friends alike as the moans of the undead just outside the walls form a macabre symphony. Y/N snarled under her breath and cupped her stomach while Carl glanced at his father, panic colouring his features.
“Is that the herd?”
“The plan went sideways but we'll think of a new one.” Rick promised, laying his free hand on the teen's shoulder.
“Enid's gone.”
His face hardened as he replied sternly. “As soon as we have a clear path out, we'll search for her. Daryl's still out there too.” His eyes flicked back to the omega who currently had her teeth bared at the solid walls. “We'll get them all back.” And he didn't just mean those trapped outside the city.
——————
There was a haze wrapped around Y/N's mind. It was like walking through a dense fog right as dawn broke- the light just barely strong enough to let her see a few inches in front of her but every step she took forward, the world that she knew was swallowed up and forgotten. She had no idea where she was going or where she had been but the tugging in her chest pulled her ever forward.
She had brief moments of clarity, snapshots in time that only materialised for a second before the fog descended once more.
The pop of gunfire and the smell of smoke as she ran barefoot into the woods.
Blood pouring from cuts on her hands as she scrambles up a crumbling lattice, the dead reaching for her, their rotting fingers only inches away from her feet.
Feeling the babe inside her belly kick for the first time. She cries.
Two men corner her in an abandoned warehouse. Their tone is comforting but their words are garbled. She tries to speak but all that comes out is a growl.
Another man, this one bigger and meaner looking, wrapping something cold around her neck. He spits on her face before sealing her into darkness.
But none of those snapshots compared to this moment.
Reality slammed into her chest like a freight train. Y/N gasped for air as she desperately looked around. She was in a house, a nice house by the looks of it and surrounded by people she didn't recognise.
The smell of copper and death fill the cramped room as people scream at each other, their voices like nails on chalkboard to her sensitive ears. She winced and attempted to curl into herself but was stopped by her huge belly.
Something about it isn't right but before she can recall why, her attention shifts to the form on the bed next to her. He's no older than 14 but he's tall and his brown hair is long. A white bandage covers half of his face. She knew that face.
Her hands trembled as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. He did not react at all, just remained deathly still before her, the only movements of his body was the steady and too slow rising and lowering of his chest.
“Carl.” The name came to her and a second later, so did everything else. “Carl?” He was so big now, already growing into his features. He looked so much like his father.
His father.
Her head shot up, eyes scanning the now mostly empty room for her alphas. The front door was wide open, letting in the grotesque sounds of flesh being sliced open and bone shattering. The darkness from outside seemed to grow with each passing second as the moans grew louder.
Y/N leaned over Carl's body as if to afford him some protection if the walkers made their way inside but deep down she doubted that she could do much besides buy him a couple extra seconds. She felt weak, she was tired and her entire being ached.
“It's ok baby, I'll keep you safe.”
Suddenly, bright light streamed through the doorway and an explosion rocked the house. Y/N whimpered and cradled her boy as the sounds of celebration overpowered all else.
“They actually did it.” A plump woman wearing glasses murmured in shock. “I can't believe it.”
As an optimistic mood filled the room, the fog began to descend once more and Y/N could feel herself slipping away. “You!” She barked at the woman who quickly turned around, her eyes wide. “T-tell my alphas that I love them.” Her words slurred and jumbled together but the woman nodded anyway.
Y/N smiled in relief. “Tell 'em to be safe.” She looked down at her boy one more time and then everything disappeared once more.
The smell of gasoline and burning bodies only seemed to add to Daryl's frustration. The past few days had been absolute hell- he was tired, hurt and so strung out he felt like anything could set him off. And that's not to mention the weird feelings that constantly flowed into him through his bond.
Fear, relief, anger, love.
All of it was just too much.
As he watched the horde of walkers burn in the lake, he was consumed by his thoughts. Nowhere was safe, death constantly followed right behind them and some part of him knew that it would always be like that, no matter how hard they tried to change things.
His thick fingers pulled at the fraying threads of the bracelet around his wrist as he thought of his omega. He pictured that she was safe somewhere, holed up in some isolated cabin that had a garden full of food or in an abandoned apartment building that she could scavenge. Carol kept reassuring him that she was alive and ok but each day that passed without him finding Y/N, he believed his friend less and less. Even the blanket they had discovered was quickly losing her scent.
He wanted to get back out there, to keep searching but he was just so tired.
“Daryl!” Rick called over the din. His voice while strained from exhaustion still carried the power of a true alpha. The younger man ignored him though as he continued to watch the slowly dying fire from atop the truck, his hands supporting his weight as he leaned back against them.
Vaguely, he could feel frustration leaking through the bond. “Y/N's here!” That snapped him out of it.
“Wha?” But before Rick could repeat himself, Daryl had jumped down, landing heavily on his already sore legs. “She's?”
His brother nodded. “With Carl but she's feral so we have to take it slow.”
“But she's-” Suddenly he felt like he couldn't speak, his guilt and relief wrapping around his throat in a tight grip.
“She's safe, the pup's safe.” Rick gestured to the infirmary and before he could think, Daryl took off running.
50 days. It had been 50 agonising, tortuous days of unknowing, of guilt and fear. Of imagining the hell which she experienced since the moment that the chain fences of the prison fell.
50 days of self-hate, of knowing he wasn't enough- not strong enough, not fast enough, not brave enough- to save her and the pup.
50 days of her haunting his every thought.
50 days.
And as he ran into the infirmary, all that time, all that fear disappeared the second he saw her again. The clock reset the moment he stepped over the threshold and her golden eyes locked with his blue ones.
He didn't care that she didn't recognise him, he didn't care that she snarled and planted her hands down around Carl's body as if he was a danger to the boy who was almost like his own.
She was alive, she was here. And that's all that mattered.
For the first time in 50 days, Daryl smiled.
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A New Beginning
Pairing: Daryl X reader, Eventual Daryl X reader x Rick
AU: A/B/O
Warnings: brief mentions of a character death, farm takeover to prison
Authors note: I love yall💜
Word Count: 1.3k
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The Greene farm had been your sanctuary for years, long before the world fell apart. You had lived just a few miles down the road from Hershel and his family, keeping to yourself but always there when they needed a helping hand. When the dead started walking, the farm became your refuge from the horrors outside. It was safe—for a while, at least. Then the group arrived, survivors who had been on the run, searching for shelter.
Among them were two men who had an instant, unexplainable pull on you—Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon. Alphas, you could tell, though they never said it out loud. The moment you laid eyes on them, you felt the connection. Rick, the strong, stoic leader who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Daryl, the rugged, quiet hunter who preferred the solace of the woods over the company of people. And you, the Omega who had learned to survive on her own, found herself inexplicably drawn to them both.
It wasn’t long before you and Daryl grew close. It started slow—a shared glance, a soft touch. He was closed off at first, wary of letting anyone in, but you saw past the tough exterior. You saw the man beneath, the one who cared deeply but didn’t know how to show it. Daryl found comfort in your presence, the way you didn’t push him to be anything other than himself. When the two of you started spending more time together, it became clear that what you had was more than just a bond of survival. You were his Omega, and he was your Alpha, even if he didn’t have the words to say it.
The first time Daryl kissed you, it was tentative, as if he wasn’t sure he had the right to. But when you kissed him back, pulling him closer, he understood that this was real. That you were his, and he was yours. The bond between you deepened, and though you kept it quiet from the others, it was there—undeniable.
But then the farm fell.
It had been chaos. One moment, everything was calm, and the next, walkers were everywhere, overrunning the fences, pouring through the fields like a relentless tide. The group scattered, each person fighting for their lives. You had been separated from Daryl in the chaos, and for a few terrifying hours, you didn’t know if he was alive or dead. You and Maggie had fled in one of the cars, with Beth and Glenn, your hearts pounding as you sped down the road, leaving behind the only home you had known in this new, terrifying world.
The hours that followed were a blur. You kept driving, hoping, praying that the others had made it out alive. Every bump in the road felt like another step away from everything you had built, and all you could think about was Daryl—whether he had made it. Whether you’d ever see him again.
It wasn’t until you reached the highway—the place where they had once left supplies for Sophia—that you saw them. The familiar motorcycle, with Daryl and Carol riding side by side. The relief that washed over you was overwhelming. You barely waited for the car to stop before you were out, running toward Daryl, tears streaming down your face.
When Daryl saw you, he swung off the bike, and for a moment, everything else fell away. The world around you, the walkers, the destruction—it all disappeared. He caught you in his arms, holding you tight, his grip so strong you thought he’d never let go.
“I thought I lost ya,” he muttered into your hair, his voice rough with emotion. “I ain’t lettin’ you go again. Not ever.”
You held him just as tightly, burying your face in his chest. “I’m here,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
That reunion on the highway was a brief moment of peace in the middle of the storm, a reminder that despite everything, you were still together. You had all survived. And now, you would keep surviving—together.
The group traveled for weeks after the fall of the farm, moving from place to place, scavenging for food, looking for shelter. It wasn’t until they found the prison that they finally stopped running. The prison was grim, cold, but it was secure. It gave them a place to rest, to rebuild.
But even the prison couldn’t keep the pain of the past from catching up to them. Lori’s pregnancy had been a shadow hanging over Rick ever since the fall of the farm. You had seen it in his eyes, the way he carried himself. The stress, the fear. And when Lori went into labor, it all came crashing down.
The birth was chaotic, dangerous, just like everything in this new world. Carl was with Lori in the small hole in the wall they found while running from walkers, trying to help her as best he could. But there were complications, things they couldn’t fix with the limited supplies they had. Lori knew she wasn’t going to make it, and in her final moments, she made Carl promise something no mother should ever have to ask of her child.
“Promise me, Carl,” she had said, her voice weak, tears streaming down her face. “Promise me you’ll take care of your sister. And when the time comes... you’ll do what needs to be done.”
Carl, brave beyond his years, had nodded, tears in his eyes as he promised his mother the unthinkable. When Lori passed, Carl did what she asked of him, ending her suffering and bringing Judith—his baby sister—into the world alone.
Rick was shattered. His grief was all-consuming, and for weeks after Lori’s death, he was a ghost of himself, lost in his pain. He withdrew from everyone, even Carl, unable to process the loss. You and Daryl tried to help him, offering him space when he needed it, but also letting him know that you were there for him.
It was in those quiet, lonely nights after Lori’s death that the bond between you, Daryl, and Rick deepened. The connection you had felt from the moment you met Rick became impossible to ignore. He wasn’t just your leader or your friend—he was your mate. And just as Daryl had become your Alpha, so had Rick. He was the missing piece in the bond you and Daryl shared, the one you had been waiting for without even realizing it.
Two months after Lori’s passing, everything changed. The grief that had weighed Rick down finally began to lift, and with it came a new understanding of the bond between the three of you. It started with a look, a shared glance between you, Daryl, and Rick. You had always been there for him, just as you had been for Daryl, and now, it was time for him to finally accept that he wasn’t alone.
That night, the three of you came together, not just physically, but emotionally. Rick found solace in the arms of both you and Daryl, the three of you forming a bond that was stronger than anything you had known before. It wasn’t about replacing Lori—nothing could ever do that—but it was about building something new, something that could help Rick move forward.
Daryl had been the first to say it. “You ain’t alone, Rick. We’re here. We’re your family.”
And Rick had finally believed it.
From that moment on, the three of you were bound together, not just by survival, but by love. You were mates, a family, and no matter what came next, you knew that you would face it together.
As the days passed, the prison became more than just a shelter—it became a home. Judith, Rick’s baby girl, was a reminder of everything they had lost, but also of everything they still had to fight for. You, Daryl, and Rick took turns caring for her, the bond between you growing stronger with every passing day.
There were still dangers, still hardships, but now, with your Alphas by your side, you felt ready for whatever came next. You had survived the fall of the farm, the loss of friends and family, and now, with the bond between you, Rick, and Daryl stronger than ever, you knew that nothing could break you. Together, you were unshakable.
Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe
#x reader#rick grimes x reader x daryl dixon#rick grimes#daryl dixon#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead#twd daryl#twd rick#twd x reader#a/b/o x reader#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o#a/b/o verse#alpha beta omega
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Negan Thing
NeganxUnnamed OC
Warnings: A/B/O, mildly sexual, Alpha negan, Omega ofc
Wordcount: 917
A/N: I wrote this a few years back and never did anything with it. I just figured I should post or delete and here we are.
She woke up with her body on fire. She tossed in her sheets pressing her knees together tightly, breathing in shallow breaths, praying that the minutes would pass more quickly until she could make it to Doc Carson's office hours. Last night had been bad but now- She whimpered, her clothes raking against her too sensitive skin as she dared to roll over and check the clock. 7:10. She tossed off the blankets, her body protesting each movement. Carson's opened at 8 on the dot if he wasn't hung over. An hour. She could make it an hour. She sat on the edge of the bed running her hand along the back of her neck as she rocked gently to try and ease the tension in her body.
She fell backwards across the mattress checking the clock repeatedly until it was 7:35. The walk there would take her 5 minutes at least. 7:40. She'd just wait in the hall or maybe just maybe the old man would leave the door unlocked and she could grab a bed and wait there. Anything beats the stuffiness of her room. She had to make herself stand and drag her jeans on. The rough fabric making her teeth grind together. What was wrong with her?
She pulled on her shoes and went out of her door in to the hall hugging her middle tightly as she walked down the stairs to his office. She wanted- something. She didn't know her brain felt foggy, the air too thick. Every foot step felt too slow. She made it to the Doc's office and pressed her face against the wired glass to check the clock inside. 7:50. Had it really taken her so long to pull on pants and walk here? She cursed inwardly as she rolled to the side and leaned against the cool painted cinder block wall. Now she just prayed the man had stayed sober last night.
She listened to the doors from the stairwell open and close. Feet trampling up the steps. She curled a fist and banged on the door. Her skin felt on fire. She was tired and energetic at the same time. She rolled her foot to the side to keep her body moving because when she was still everything redoubled. She was drowning.
"Doll!" Negan barked at her from the end of the hall. She winced, his voice making tension ball between her shoulder blades. "The fuck are you doing?!" He bellowed. She rolled her eyes and raised her fist to knock once more.
"Don't feel good." She swallowed thickly. "Waiting on the doc!" She yelled the last word punctuating it with a final bang of her fist on the door as if it would summon him. Negan marched down the hall his hand snagging her hip. A sharp intake of air at the contact that sent sparks skittering across her skin flooded her senses with his scent drugging her. This. She wanted this.
"Shit baby doll!" He groaned softly. She looked at him then and he cupped her face leaning his forehead on hers in an uncharacteristic sign of affection. She circled his wrist near her face with her hand.
"Go back to your room." His thumb traced her cheek to her bottom lip and she nipped at it. His hips pressed against hers shoving her against the wall. She moaned softly raising her hips to meet his.
"Need doc." She gasped when his fingers flexed. That small sensation sent the fire in her skin to pool lower in her abdomen before it rebounded. She felt it in her face, her chest, no doubt leaving her flushed.
"You don't need the doc." He ground his hips against hers hard eliciting a deep moan from her. Fingers wove into her hair pulling her head to the side so he could nuzzle her neck. "My little Omega is in her first heat." He nipped at her neck.
Her eyes shot open the information jarring her in to a semblance of coherency. She was grinding on him in the hallway where anyone could watch. "What do I do?" She whispered. She had seconds if that before his touches would drag her back under.
"Go back to your room." He pulled away from her his hips still trapping her against the wall. His hand slid from her face and hair down to her neck, a gentle possessive touch that sent heat flooding her core. "I'll meet you there soon." She raised up to kiss his jaw needing the contact and he held her in place with his hand.
"Please!" She whined. He conceded, silencing her with a rough chaste kiss that ended all too soon. She chased another from him and earned a hard look.
"You smell so good I'm about to go in to a rut. So unless you want me to take you in this fuckin' hallway, you're going to go to your room and wait for me." He pressed harder on her neck. "Am I understood?" He asked. His thumb stroked her pulse and for the briefest of seconds she didn't care where he took her. "Be a good girl and use your words." He crooned.
"Yes sir." She mumbled. He released her then taking a few steps back, and her body mourned the loss of fingers on her skin gloved or not. She turned to leave her teeth catching her lip as she sent him a pleading look over her shoulder.
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(All LGBT characters are actually LGBT in canon so don't worry about me pushing labels on characters well besides the a/b/o dynamics.)
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you mean to tell me twd is actually an a/b/o series in disguise ??? 🧍🏻♂️
JFDJSHF I'M CRYING
#there's even a character called beta#there's no omega but there's a gamma so#twd's version of a/b/o#ask#maya💭
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Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024
Like in 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, and 2023, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2024.
Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.
ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF
October 1st: Forbidden Lust (3) sequel to Forbidden Lust & Forbidden Lust (2)
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: Homewrecker kink
October 2nd: How deep is your love? sequel to Deepest love
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Trope: Friends to lovers
Idea by: @elle14-blog1
October 3rd: Extreme tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places & Very tight places
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader
Kink: Anal sex
October 4th: Colorful leaves sequel to Falling leaves
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Trope: Sunny vs grumpy
October 5th: Serve your Soldier (2) sequel to Serve your Soldier
Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader
Kink: Collars
October 6th: Snuggle and cuddle sequel to Snuggle time
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader
Trope: Huddling for warmth
October 7th: Good girls punch hard (1)
Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader
Kink: Lust at first sight
October 8th: A new life sequel to One autumn night
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Trope: Nesting (a/b/o)
October 9th: The peach (2) sequel to The Peach
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Girlfriend!Reader
Kink: Spanking
October 10th: My car again? sequel to Not in my car
Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Trope: Cuddling & Snuggling
Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world
October 11th: Breathlessness sequel to Breathless & Take My Breath Away
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: Boss kink
October 12th: Death or date?
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader
Trope/Kink: Enemies to lovers
October 13th: Pour me some love (1)
Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader
Trope: Love at first sight
Idea by: @elle14-blog1
October 14th: Ashtray (2) sequel to Ashtray
Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader
Kink: angry sex
October 15th: My lawn, my rules sequel to Get off my lawn
Pairing: Alpha (Teacher) Bucky Barnes x Omega (Teacher) Reader
Trope: Mating
October 16th: Howl like a wolf (Prologue)
Pairing: Alpha!Anders Lassen x Omega!Reader
Kink: a/b/o
October 17th: Bucky & Ducky (1)
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Side-pairing: Bucky x Ducky the duck
Trope: Best buddies
Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier
October 18th: Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2) sequel to Pipsqueak & Grumpy
Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Chubby(Short)!Reader
Trope: TBA
October 19th: Torn in two
Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Trope: Unrequited Love
October 20th: Sweater weather sequel to Christmas Sweater
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader
Trope: Sweater weather
October 21st: The cabin in the woods (2) sequel to The cabin in the woods
Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader
Trope: Captivity
October 22nd: Lunchtime Delight
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Girlfriend!Reader
Kink: Edging
Idea: by @elle14-blog1
October 23rd: My annoying sexy neighbor (2) sequel to My annoying sexy neighbor
Pairing: Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: Semi-public sex
October 24th: Parallel Worlds (1)
Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)
Trope: Daddy kink
October 25th: Unwanted mate (2) Bucky's version sequel to Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)
Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader
Trope: Triade
October 26th: Up his sleeve
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: Hand kink
Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier
October 27th: Breakfast for...
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader
Kink: TBA
October 28th: Their bride (Snippet 1) sequel to Best bridesmaid ever
Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Trope: Post-Coitus moment
October 29th: His Bride (Prologue)
Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Trope: Vampire AU
October 30th: Bound Tight
Pairing: Gus March-Philipps x fem!Reader x Anders Lassen
Kink: Ropes
Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR
October 31st: His little red riding hood sequel to Little Red Riding hood lost in the woods
Pairing: (Alpha) Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader (LittleRedRidingHood)
Trope: Monster-fucking
Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events
#kinktober 2024#flufftober 2024#kinktober vs flufftober 2024#dean winchester#bucky barnes#wolverine#sam winchester#lee bodecker#anders lassen#gus march phillips#smut
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Yes, I am definitely a new fan of Ro and Merle both for the story you are creating between them and individually!
Daryl and his Omega's longing and need to be together, I ached for them too while reading it, just need Daryl to finish their nice house and nest and they will be fine again.....😍
And Rick, reader is starting to feel strange in his 'presence', I like that she's confused and wants to walk away even though she feels like she wants to see him or feel him....
I really like the story you're creating for everyone, outside of the TWD line, really, it's a real fantastic.
I love being able to read your stories!
❤❤❤
Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️
The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 9
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Summary: Everybody is missing someone, but no one will admit to it. This chapter contains: Mate-withdraw, Merle in denial. Jesus comes to your rescue. Rick takes the wheel. (also depression and alcohol) Word count: 3.1K Note: Nickname reminders: Jesus = Ro. Daryl calls you Bubbie, a gender-neutral nickname.
Merle Dixon was having a bad week. Not that he’d admit that to anyone, including himself. He was back in that shitty motel room, for one, while Daryl was off rebuilding himself a goddamned house. Merle wasn’t allowed to stay there, not with a cop right on his brother’s doorstep.
Still, Merle had to respect that Daryl was getting the place fixed up for you. Seemed you were the only hope for the Dixon pack these days, being the mate to the family’s only alpha.
That was another thing. Merle had been alone with Jesus--Ro was a horrible nickname--for about five minutes when the younger man looked him up and down with a knowing smirk. Faster than Merle could react, the kid had grabbed Merle by the back of the neck and pressed his nose right up against Merle’s neck..
Jesus breathed audibly before whispering, “The Alpha Within. Rugged Lumberjack,” and finally letting Merle go.
How the fuck did that kid know? In five minutes, Jesus figured out what Merle had been hiding from Daryl his whole life. Hiding from the whole world, really. Life was just so much better as an alpha. A few spritzes of the artificial pheromones and a take-no-shit attitude always got Merle what he wanted. Besides, it’d kept Daryl safe, hadn’t it? Kept the old man thinking that Merle was a superior alpha and not some cool-headed beta.
Merle grabbed Jesus by the waist before the kid could get too far away. Then it became a race to rip off each other’s clothes. The rest of the night passed in fits of sleep, joints, and fucking. College boy had himself some good product and quite the skill set.
Now it was Wednesday, and ever since then, that fucker had been in Merle’s dreams. Didn’t matter who Merle brought back from the bar. It was that long-haired beta who really visited him every night.
Ro also had his hands full, but Merle Dixon was the farthest thing from his mind.
In undergrad, he’d certainly about mate-withdrawal, the physical and mental effects that emerged when alphas and omegas spent too much time apart. But seeing it firsthand was not the boon to his education that he expected, especially when it was happening to his closest friend, you.
Monday and Tuesday you did alright. But when you met him downstairs Wednesday morning so you could walk to work together, Ro was duly concerned. You had bags under your eyes and your complexion was sallow. As the day wore on, Ro noticed you weren’t eating or drinking. When afternoon rolled around, and you each went to your respective classes, he spent all his labs and lectures thinking about how to help you feel better.
He fixed you both dinner that evening, but all you did was push around food on your plate and nibbled on your bread. Thursday morning, you were even worse, so he took you to student health.
There, his suspicions were confirmed.
“Best treatment for plan is spending some time with your partner,” the nurse practitioner told you.
You nodded, “It’s okay. I’m okay. He’s busy.”
The NP shared a knowing look with Ro, who was sitting in a corner chair, at your insistence.
“Y/N, you know if you told Daryl you were hurting, he’d be right here,”he told you.
You didn’t answer him, and the NP looked on with concern. “You’re not mates yet, so I can’t call him for you. So this is up to you,, Y/N. Now, is there anything else bothering you today?”
You shook your head and gave the woman a lifeless smile. “No, thank you, though.”
She nodded and scribbled on your chart. “I want a follow up appointment in two weeks. If the depression symptoms persist, we can think about some medication.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “Thanks again.”
Later that evening, you were at Ro’s kitchen table, supposedly studying, but as Ro finished up his homework, he realized you’d been staring at the same page for the past hour.
He slammed your book shut, startling you out of your stupor.
“Why don’t you call him, at least?” Ro encouraged. “You don’t have to tell him anything. Just talk about movies or whatever.”
You shook your head and put your face in your hands. “It only makes it worse. I hear his voice, and want him with me that much more.” You sighed. “I wish I could just…not think about him at all. Just forget everything.”
Things were getting dire. Ro put the kettle on to make you a cup of your favorite tea. “Any good movies coming out?” he asked, trying to take your mind off your mate.
“No,” you sighed. You left the kitchen table and slouched onto Ro’s overstuffed couch. “All the good stuff doesn’t come out until October. Now it’s just summer leftovers and kids movies.”
Ro finished making your tea, and a cup for himself, and made his way into the living room. Sitting on the couch opposite you, turned on the tv and navigated through the apps and menus until he put on one of your favorite movies, Ernest Scared Stupid.
“This movie is so dumb,” you grumbled.
“You know you love it.” He handed you the teacup and you took a moment to breathe in the steam.
“Thanks, Ro. I mean it.”
“Just drink your tea and watch the movie. Build your strength up because we’re having spaghetti for dinner. And you, my friend, are going to eat a whole plate of it.”
Ro watched as you reached for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and wrapped yourself in it. “‘Kay,” you sighed and began sipping your tea.
By the time Earnest looked into the camera and shouted, “Mi-ak” you had fallen asleep.
Thursday had to have been the worst day of work Daryl had ever seen. Every fucker in the building had messged him, it seemed, and he worked well past five taking care of stupid shit.
And the more time he spent taking care of them, the less time he had to fix up the house for you. Every moment that he didn’t spend renovating ate him up from the inside and settled in his belly like a lead weight.
He’d kept his temper in check so far, trying so hard not to be the redneck he was. Not an hour went by that he didn’t feel like flying off the handle at anyone nearby.
By seven o’clock, he’d smoked a whole pack of cigarettes and downed 4 bottles of beer. Only then did his murderous urges subside.
Just in time for someone to knock on his door. Daryl grumbled and cursed his way down the stairs to the front office, opening the door with snarl.
Rick smiled for half a second before he furrowed his brow. “Daryl, what the hell’s wrong? Ya sick or something?”
“Why do ya care? Ya gonna arrest me?” Daryl growled.
Rick held up his hands. “C’mon now, we’re buddies. Just brought over some Jim Beam and a couple of glasses.”
Breathing through his nose, nostrils flaring, Daryl did his best to calm down. After a few minutes, he stepped to the side and led Rick upstairs to the living area of the house.
In the empty, gutted kitchen, Daryl had set up a couple of folding chairs on either side of a makeshift coffee table: a slab of wood resting on a couple of old milk crates.
“Already got a head start,” Daryl mumbled, pointing to the empty bottles scattered on the dingy, cracked linoleum.
“I can see that. Any reason why?” Rick poured each of them a finger’s worth of whiskey.
“Fuck if I know,” Daryl sighed, running his hand through his hair. He bit on his fingernail while he threw up his other arm in defeat. “Ya see this place? It’s a fucking mess. Not just in ‘ere, neither. Whole bathroom floor’s practically rotted out. An’ all the time I got to work on it ‘mounts to nothin’. I got like two hours a day to work ‘fore I’m fallin’ asleep with a nail gun in my hand.”
Rick nodded. “Place does need a lot of work. Randy should’ve hired someone to fix the place up.
Daryl scoffed. “How ya think I got the job?”
Rick burst out laughing. “Sight unseen?”
With a long sigh, Daryl nodded.
“Sorry, man, I don’t mean to laugh at the situation. It’s really rough. I can see that.” Rick paused. “By the way, when was the last time you saw your omega?”
Daryl glared. “They’re mine. Just ‘cause yer alpha too don’ mean nothin’. I’m clamin’ ‘em. Already said I could. We’re mates.” Daryl stood, wobbling a bit before downing his whiskey in one gulp and readying himself for a fight.
Rick didn’t take the bait. “I know all about true mates. Hell, who doesn’t? Do you really think I’d try to steal away your omega? After what Shane did to me?”
Daryl huffed, eyeing the other alpha. Rick’s gaze didn’t waver, but Daryl no longer saw a threat there, just Rick. The guy with good stories and even better taste in whiskey.
“Nah, guess ya wouldn’t,” Daryl admitted, sitting down.
Rick sipped from his glass. “Reason I asked was when alpha-omega mates stay apart too long, it does something to them both. I’ve been on domestic calls where all a guy needed was his omega to get home. We kept him calm as best we could, but once his omega hugged him, it was like nothing had ever happened. Once she hugged him, he was all better. Why doncha have your omega here? Or go stay with them at night?”
“I gotta stay here. ‘cept on weekends when Randy’s nephew covers for me. An’ I can’t bring my mate here. Look at this shithole! They got a nice place, an’ it’s safe. No alphas around. An’ they got it all nice like they want. I can’t make ‘em live ‘ere.”
Rick nodded, taking another sip.
Daryl’s pocket buzzed. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he shouted as he grabbed a beer bottle and abruptly smashed it on the nearest wall. Then, he answered the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Daryl, that you? It’s Ro.”
“Huh?”
“You know, Ro? Y/N’s friend?”
Daryl braced himself with a hand on the back of his chair, a thousand tragic scenarios running through his mind. “Where are they?” he shouted
“Here with me, at my place,” Ro answered calmly.
Daryl’s chest grew tight. “The fuck are they doin’ there? Put ‘em on the phone, Rovia, or I’ll fuckin’--”
“Listen for a minute, will you? Y/N is on the couch crying in their sleep! You want me to kick them out just so you can feel all alpha?”
Daryl’s stomach roiled, all his anger replaced with anxiety. “Did somethin’ happen? Someone hurt ‘em?”
“For Christ’s sake, Daryl. This isn’t backwoods Georgia. Or a truck stop in the highway. Y/N is depressed. They’re having symptoms of mate-withdraw. I don’t think they slept at all the past two nights, and they’re not eating much either. Once they fell asleep on my couch, I wasn’t about to wake them up.”
Daryl sank into the chair, running a hand across his brow.
Ro went on. “I took them to student health today, and the nurse practitioner prescribed some treatment, but Y/N refused to follow through with it.”
“Wha’ do they need? I’ll get it. When they wake up you tell ‘em. I’ll take care o’ everythin’.”
“I knew you’d say that. Tried telling them that too.” Ro sighed. “They need you here. For a couple of hours at least. Just having you close will do a lot of good, but physical touch is really what they need. “
Daryl hanged his head. “I can’t be there ‘til tomorrow. I been drinkin’. No good to anyone. Can ya….can ya jus’ lemme talk to ‘em?”
“If you can’t get here, we’re coming to you. Besides, if they’re doing bad, I bet you are too.”
“‘M fine,” Daryl lied.
“Oh, so you don’t feel like punching holes in the wall or beating up everyone who looks at you? No urges to hit something with a hammer until it falls apart?”
Daryl said nothing.
“Right,” Ro sighed.. “Give me the directions to your place.”
Rick put his hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “You need me to take you somewhere? Someone in trouble?”
Daryl clenched his jaw and answered, “My mate…they’re sick. Because I ain’t with ‘em.”
Rick clicked his tongue. “Bet that’s what’s wrong with you, too. C’mon. We’ll get some coffee on the way so you can sober up.”
Daryl nodded, Rick’s encouragement going a long way to loosen the tightness in his chest.
“Ro, Rick’s bringin’ me, alrigh’? Can you take care of Y/N ‘til then? ‘Bout forty, fifty minutes ‘til we get there.”
“Just you and Rick, right, not Merle?”
Daryl had enough wits not to repeat his brother’s name in front of the deputy. “Tha’s right. You sure they don’t need anythin’ else? Like some soup or somethin’?”
Ro chuckled. “Trust me, if food was the answer, I’d have solved this problem myself.”
You were in a deep sleep until the sensation of floating startled you awake. You yelped, flailing with fear, and plummeted back onto Ro’s couch with a soft thud.
“Fuck’s sake!” a voice shouted.
Your heart lurched, and your belly swirled. Tears fell from your eyes as you looked up at your Alpha. You had to be dreaming. Just like the other dreams when he would be out of arm’s reach before disappearing altogether.
“Bubbie,” Daryl said, sinking to his knees in front of you, his voice a cracked whisper. “Wha’s wrong? Did I hurt ya?”
You shook your head and made literal grabby hands at him, words well beyond you for the moment.
Daryl complied, putting his arms under yours and pulling him to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you hugged him like a koala would cling to a tree. Nose buried in his neck, you absorbed his scent into you, desperate to have it around you always.
He stood, arms holding you securely against him as you sobbed and hiccuped. A few moments later, you were back in your apartment, your mind too clouded and overwhelmed to figure out how you’d gotten there.
Daryl carried you still, and he sat down on your couch, your legs straddling his as you rested your weight on his thighs.
Framing your face with his hands, Daryl gazed at you, biting his bottom lip. You shuddered under his watchful eyes and touched your forehead to his. The world had color again, starting with the blue of his irises and the brownish yellow of his unkempt hair.
Daryl kissed you softly on the lips, then your forehead. “It’s alrigh’, ‘mega. Yer alrigh’ now.”
You nodded to show him you understood.
His arms tightened around you. “Ya shoulda tol’ me ya was hurtin’, Bubbie. Ya know I wanna take care o’ ya.”
You shook your head. “Your job. The house,” you managed to say.
He gripped your shoulders, holding you still. “Without you, none of that matters.” Nuzzling your gland, he explained, “‘Sides I was hurtin’ too. Didn’t know how bad ‘til I saw ya.”
“Oh, Daryl,” you whispered, threading your hands through his hair. “I would’ve come to you if I knew.”
He kissed your gland. “I know, Bubbie. We got that in common, at least.”
Sitting in Daryl’s arms was quickly easing the loneliness and emptiness you’d felt the past two days, so much so that your stomach grumbled and you realized your throat was as dry as the dessert.
Again, Daryl gripped you tightly. “Ro said ya hadn’t been eating, tha’ right?’
You nodded, the alpha command clear in his voice.
“No more o’ that. You eat at least three times a day. Send me pictures of what yer havin’. Ya don’ feel like eatin’, ya call me.”
This was also a command, and you wanted to fight it, at first. But perhaps Daryl was right. Maybe you did need to check in with him more often. “Okay.”
“Tha’s my good ‘mega,” Daryl smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the most adorable way. “‘M gonna fix ya somethin’ righ’ now, ya hear?”
You nodded, and slid off his lap, pulling him along with you to the kitchen.
Over the next little while, Daryl fixed you each a sandwich, a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese, and some frozen veggies.
He couldn’t stay long; you knew that. But he sat next to you at the kitchen counter, with the stools close enough that you were always touching. It was enough for tonight.
All too soon, it was time for him to go.
With your belly full and your mind at peace, lack of sleep weighed heavily on you as you walked Daryl downstairs. Saying goodbye would be easier this time. You’d see him in less than twenty-four hours. Tomorrow was Friday, after all.
With his arm around your waist, Daryl kept you tucked into his side as you exited the building.
Then it happened.
An alpha scent surrounded you, almost clouding out Daryl’s woodsy aroma. The new scent mingled with your mate’s, the odor of fresh rainwater and sunshine combining with Daryl’s pine and sandalwood.
The new scent had you weak-kneed and wanting. You’d only felt this once before, and it was the day you met your mate.
You froze in place, need and submission threatening to overwhelm you. Daryl looked at you, worry in his eyes before realization dawned. “You smell Rick, doncha?” Daryl indicated the SUV idling nearby. “He’s alrigh’. He won’t hurt ya.”
You nodded, hoping you didn’t smell as needy as you felt. “I-I-I don’t want to get near him, Daryl. Something feels wrong.”
A lie. Truth was, something felt right, but that in itself was wrong, especially with your true mate right next to you. You wanted no one else but Daryl, you reminded yourself, now clinging to him.
“I’m sorry I took ya to that truckstop, honey. Bet you get scared every time an alpha ‘cept me or Merle is around.”
You nodded, cheeks burning and heart racing.
Daryl reassured you with a forehead kiss and then pressed his lips to yours once more. When he pulled away, he said. “Ya get back upstairs. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
You turned away, walking briskly back inside and then began climbing the four flights to your apartment. With each step, the scent faded, as did your need for the alpha emitting it. Once you were safely back home, you stripped off your clothes and made a rudimentary nest on your bed. They still had Daryl’s scent on them, and by surrounding yourself with the scent of your mate, you hoped to chase away the scent of Rick Grimes. And its unwelcome hold on you.
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All of my fics contain TWD themes - zombies, gore/horror, etc., and some ome of my fics contain adult content which is 18+, please read with caution.
I have another account on here which is @samandcolbyownme I reblogged three that I wrote on that blog and I will put them in this masterlist. Enjoy! 💋
D A R Y L • D I X O N
✫ F I C S ↴
Days Since Then
Not Without a Fight
Swimmin’ in your Thoughts
Crossing a Line
Stand By Me
✫ B L U R B S ↴
What Did You Just Call Me?
I Could Have Killed Ya
Guess so
C’mon Twinkle Toes
Can’t you just say I Love You?
You Have No Idea
Sit Your Ass Down
Daryl Don’t
Hands on Me
You Don’t Like Anything, Daryl
She’s Fine
Don’t Worry ‘Bout It
You Help Me. I Help You
Hair Down
What are y’doin’ here?
Worth Missin’ a Flight
I just saved your life
I’ll Fuckin’ Kill You
I Didn’t Wake Ya Did I?
Merry Christmas, Daryl Dixon
»»———- ———-««
R I C K • G R I M E S
✫ F I C S ↴
Believe It
More Than You Think
✫ B L U R B S ↴
I’ll Have Three to Worry About
Staring Won’t Get You Anywhere
»»———- ———-««
G L E N N • R H E E
✫ F I C S ↴
No Other Option
✫ B L U R B S ↴
C. Soon
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Sundrop's Spooky Fics
So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!
Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)
Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).
Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.
Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)
Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.
I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.
Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)
Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you’re his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.
What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.
Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)
Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.
The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.
Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)
Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.
Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.
These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.
Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)
Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, that’s not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But you’ll work with what you’ve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.
This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.
No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)
When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.
This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.
Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)
Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.
This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.
Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)
Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.
So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.
Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!
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🎀My Masterlist🎀
| 🎀 Fluff | 💌 Smut | 🔮 Angst | 💋 Suggestive |
❄️It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go Take a look at the five and ten, it's glistening once again With candy canes and silver lanes that glow❄️
~TWD~
Rick Grimes:
-Love and Zombies Series💌🔮🎀 💋(series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|
-Stranded💌
-Surprise🎀(Request)
-Girl, you don't know what you do to me💌
-Fuck me while I sleep💌
-Desire💌 (Request)
-Not so tough now huh?💌🔮
-sexy professor and sexy affairs💌💋
Daryl Dixon:
-Drunk in Love💌
-Blowing off steam💌
-Roses at the end of the Road (Series coming soon!)
Shane Walsh:
-Secrets and Scandals (coming soon...)💌
-Closure with a twist💌🔮 (Request)
(NO LONGER WRITING FOR CARL)
Rickly:
-She looks like lust and smells like desire💌
-Naughty Behaviour💌 (Coming soon) (Request)
~Spiderman: ATSV~
Miguel O'Hara
-Ties and Trends💌
-Fuck me like you want me Miggy💌
-Do you know how pretty you are carino? (Coming soon...)💌
-Dollar bills and Love💌
~Josh Hutcherson Characters~
Mike Schmidt:
-One step at a time honey🎀💋
Peeta Mellark:
-Lover Boy🎀
~Callum Turner and his Characters~
Theseus Scamander:
Thomas Webb:
-Stalker💋🔮 (Pt.2?💌)
Callum Turner:
-Co-stars Turned Lovers (series)
Major John "Bucky" Egan:
Joe Rantz:
~Austin Butler and his characters~
Austin Butler:
-The lovers Project(Coming soon...)🎀💋💌
Major Gale "Buck" Cleven:
~OBX and there characters along with actors~
Drew Starkey:
-Drunkenly Yours🎀
Rafe Cameron:
JJ Maybank:
-Crybaby💋🔮
John B Routledge:
Brian O' Connor:
-You make me wanna...💋💌
-Ride or Die, baby💌🔮
Sam Winchester:
- Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car?💋💌
-Confessions and Affairs💋🎀
-Entranced 💋💌
Dean Winchester:
-A hunter's first love 💌🔮
-"Birds of a Feather" 💋💌🔮
Luke Castellan:
-First Times💌🎀🔮(Series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|
-Daredevils and One night stands
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Impeachment Part 1
Rick Grimes x plus size reader x Daryl Dixon
Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon
Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs
Warnings: this one’s angsty, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, past violence, pregnancy
WC: 3.3k
Minors DNI
The Trial
Michonne had gotten Carl to smile again and for that, Rick would be eternally grateful. It had been hard seeing the boy so heartbroken, he had already been through so much, lost so many people that the beautiful smile that looked so much like Rick’s only appeared on the rarest of occasions.
Daryl walked silently beside him, the joy radiating from the boy barely breaking through the huge wall of ice he had built between himself and everyone else and Rick knew why, it was the same reason he constantly had a pit in his stomach, an overwhelming sadness invading his soul. They hadn’t found her.
The change in her scent became prominent about one month after her heat had finished. It became more milky and flowery instead of the usual vanilla and with a quick exam done by Hershel, it was confirmed. She had been pupped. Daryl had hugged her tight and hadn’t let go for a solid four hours after she told him. Both alphas had stepped up and agreed to be the father of the baby, no matter who had sired them, though each had a secret hope that it was their own pup in her belly.
That night, Rick asked her to mark him. It was rare for an omega to claim their alpha but not entirely unheard of. “We are equal omega. We’re partners and I want to prove that.” The alphas let her take the lead. For the first time, they allowed her to ride them, to control the pace as she sank her teeth into their mating glands. It was perfect.
Everyone doted on her constantly, the anxiety from Lori’s unfortunate pregnancy rearing its ugly head once more. But with almost daily checkups and the best prenatal Daryl could scavenge, people settled down and the excitement of another pup became palpable. Y/N often had to escape back to her nest to get away from people who wouldn’t leave her alone. Carl or Judith went with her if her alphas were busy, the former being greatly excited at the prospect of being a big brother again, even if he didn’t outwardly show it.
Things were amazing until the sickness came. In a single night, an entire cell-block was dead and even more infected. She and Judith were immediately rushed into isolation, Carl begrudgingly staying by their side, even if he was chomping at the bit to help his father. Then, just as hope rekindled with Daryl finding the life-saving medicine, the Governor returned.
Through the madness of the firefight and waves upon waves of the undead, the pack was separated and presumed the others dead. Rick and Carl had found Michonne, then Daryl, then Terminus happened.
Terminus burned behind them as they walked through the woods, the sounds of the explosions still ringing in their ears. “It’s right here.” Daryl pointed out the place where they had hidden their guns before being captured, and quickly dug them up.
Rick wanted to go back, exterminate the rest of them, but looking at his pack, his resolve wavered. They all looked so tired, covered in walker guts and sweat, and they were completely unarmed and unprepared if that hoard decided to make its way back towards them. Part of him knew he was just angry he had let someone take advantage of him and they all nearly died as a result. He knew that he just wanted to go back and see if you had been there, if she was one of the unfortunate souls being lured into the trap of perceived safety.
Daryl could sense his distress, and knew they were both feeling the same thing. “We gotta stick together.” His shoulders slumped and he ran a hand over his face. “Fine, we just need to find shelter for the night, then we move on.” The creaking of branches behind them had Daryl whipping his head around, only to be met with the sight of the matriarchal omega awkwardly standing between the trees, his crossbow in her hand.
He ran at Carol, embracing the older omega as Rick walked up cautiously behind him. “Did you do that?” His southern twang is more prominent with the emotion of finding another pack member. She tearfully nodded and embraced the other alpha, he quietly spoke into her neck. “Thank you.” As they separated, she looked up at him, a small spark of joy lighting in her gray eyes. “You have to come with me.”
As the pack came over the hill, they were met with the sight of Tyresse walking out of a dilapidated cabin, baby Judith tucked safely in his arms. Rick immediately dropped his weapon, almost stumbling in his hurry to get to his daughter, Carl and Sasha following closely. The alpha pulled the pup from the beta’s grasp, almost collapsing to the ground with sheer relief.
He held both of his children close, vowing never to let them from his sight ever again. The pack watched on, small smiles coming over their faces at the reunion. However, a sour taste built up in the back of Daryl’s mouth. His omega would’ve never left Judith alone, she was her baby just as much as the one in her belly. “Where’s my omega?” He growled.
Carol’s smile dropped as her trembling fingers reached into her pocket. “I’m sorry, this was all I could find. It was outside the prison.” In the palm of her hand was the small friendship bracelet he had given to the younger woman when they were courting. The blue threads, picked out specifically because they matched his eyes, were dirty and covered in brown blood. The little sunflower charm which Rick had given her to put on it, was scratched up and also stained red.
Daryl felt his heart shatter in his chest. He fell to his knees, the bracelet clutched tightly to him as he howled in pain. She was gone, his omega dead, his pup dead. Rick’s head shot up, eyes widening as he felt the heartache through their bond. His brother was near hysterics, crumpled on the ground, the trail of tears creating clean tracks down his face.
It was jarring to see the normally stoic hunter display so much raw emotion. Carol tried to wrap an arm around his shoulders but he shook her off, snarling, his inner alpha telling him that she was going to take the last thing remaining of his omega. Everyone backed away from him while Carol lowered her head in submission, not wanting to upset him further.
A little chirp broke him from his grief. Rick knelt in front of him, hand on his shoulder as Judith reached out and touched Daryl’s face. Her big eyes seemed to stare into his soul as her chubby hand, still miraculously covered in baby fat, stroked his cheek. Rick tilted her forward so she could crawl into the archer’s strong arms, resting her head on his collarbone. The scent of milk and flowers comforted him, it was the same smell she had.
He could vividly remember being curled up with her in her nest, the late afternoon sunlight making everything warm and calm, her scent permeating his senses, making him forget the horrors of the world for just a moment. He held Judith tight to his chest, her breathing settling him. “She’s-“ His voice was broken, weak.
Rick sighed. “I know but we need to keep going. When we find somewhere safe, then we grieve but we have to keep going. It’s what she would’ve wanted.” He was just as heartbroken as his brother but as the head of the pack, he wasn’t allowed to be weak, not anymore. The shock of Y/N’s death would hit him in full later, but for now, he shoved those feelings down as far as he could, taking the other man in his arms for a brief moment. “We’ll be ok.”
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Daryl fiddled with her bracelet which he had tied around his own wrist. The building horde of walkers that had been behind them was setting him on edge. He knew that all of them were too tired, too dehydrated to deal with them, so they just kept walking, hoping for some sort of reprieve.
They had been on the road for weeks, slowly making their way to D.C. The losses of Tyresse and Beth weighed heavily on all of them. Sasha seemed to be teetering on the edge, with Bob and Tyresse gone, it seemed there wasn’t much for her anymore. Daryl knew without Rick and the pups, he would be in the same position. He probably would snap soon, his alpha was constantly tearing at the barrier he built in his mind. He was grieving and in pain but Rick was right, that didn’t matter at the moment.
Michonne had been trying to keep the kids distracted through all of it. Her bond with Carl let Judith warm up to her as well, and through some bad jokes and silly faces, she got them to smile. Those smiles lifted a weight from Rick’s chest even as the stress of passing through the high walls was creating a dark feeling in the pit of his gut.
Alexandria felt like a joke. How could one community survive all of this practically unscathed when everyone else had lost so much. Christ, even the people in here didn’t know how to deal with walkers. It was too much like the old world, too safe. The people were too nice, too comfortable.
It was almost voyeuristic, the way Deanna filmed all of them, asking invasive questions while relaxing on her couch like it was normal. “I’ve noticed you and Rick both have a mating bite.” Daryl subconsciously pulled his vest tighter over the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, shooting her the dirtiest look he could muster. “Are you two a pair?”
“Don see how that’s any o yer business.” She shrugged and crossed her legs, relaxing further into the couch she was sitting on.
“The two of you are close. It was only a natural question to ask.”
“Yeah well ya don need ta know.” Deanna raised her hands in surrender.
“Fine. I think we’re done here anyway. You can go.” He practically vaulted over the desk in his attempt to leave and rejoin the group. He felt trapped in this stupid house, in this community.
By the way Rick was standing, shoulders slightly hunched, vein in his forehead popping, and avoiding his brother’s eyes, Daryl knew he was asked a similar question about his mark. With a silent nod, the alpha told his lesser they would discuss it later when there were no prying eyes or ears. They were naked without their weapons, even within the obviously strong walls, all of the survivors were unsettled.
Daryl’s blue eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, unconsciously pulling his shoulders back so his chest was fully inflated, making him look bigger. Aaron walked out of the house last, Deanna standing in the doorway, observing the pack dynamics of the group.
She could see the pairs, Glenn and Maggie, Abraham and Rosita, but with the two lead alphas, there was a piece missing. She knew their bites couldn’t have been from each other, it was too small but they were identical, obviously having been done by the same person. Her chest ached at the thought, she was fiercely protective of her own omega and couldn’t imagine what she would do if she lost him.
Maybe they could restart here. Get some kind of comfort from the safety of the walls, keep the pups safe. They would be an asset once they settled. Aaron led them away, towards the empty houses in the back of Alexandria, she’d drop by later to check in on them.
The yowling coming from below the building Aaron had identified as the infirmary, was off-putting. It sounded almost pained. “I’m sorry about that.” Aaron seemed almost bashful as he walked the group by the house. “Who’s in there?” Rick was on edge in this new environment, and the strained screams set him off even more.
“We’re not sure. Eric and I found her about a month back. She’s pretty much feral but no one wants to give up on her.” Yet, Aaron didn’t stop, he led them on like a museum tour guide. No stopping for questions, don’t touch the exhibits. They were led to the outskirts of the town, far enough away from the others that they couldn’t pose a threat, but close enough that they could be watched. “Here’s where you can stay tonight, Deanna will find jobs for you all so you can spread out a bit more.” Carol took the lead as they filed in.
“Thank you so much for this, it’s nice to finally feel safe.” Her head was bent demurely, fingers twisting around each other, a shy smile on her face. Aaron seemed to relax a bit with her admission, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s really no problem. You folks have a good night.” Daryl recoiled at his friend’s crocodile tears, he wouldn’t admit it, but her suburban housewife act was thoroughly disturbing. Rick gave the recruiter a nod of thanks. Aaron positively beamed at her sentiment. “I’m glad I could be of help.” With a polite nod, he left the pack to their own devices. As soon as the door was shut, all eyes snapped to Rick.
“We need our weapons back.” Maggie leaned against the kitchen counter, Glenn sliding his arm around her, kissing the small claiming mark on her shoulder. “We need a plan.” He added.
They all gathered around the brand new kitchen, still wary, and slightly offset by the cleanliness of the house. Eugene unconsciously stood near Abraham and Rosita, as Michonne took her place beside Carl and Noah. Rick and Daryl were at the front of the group, the latter's eyes still darting around, trying to assess possible threats.
“It’s a smart idea for us to be in the same house, at least for tonight.” Stick together, no one goes anywhere without a buddy. The rules were the same as the outside, that’s how they would stay safe and more importantly, not lose anyone else.
They spoke in quiet whispers, too worried about listening ears and watchful eyes. And yet, Rick looked around his pack and noticed the exhaustion that seemed to settle over them like a raincloud. He sighed as he watched Carl’s head nod forward for what must’ve been the tenth time, his sheriff hat almost slipping off.
“We need ta get some rest. Daryl and I will take first watch.” Surprisingly, there is no fight. Michonne slipped Judith from his hold and led the others to the living room, they followed obediently, too tired to argue. But Carol stayed behind, still at her place by the kitchen entryway.
She looked so much older now, her eyes darker with a pain neither man could understand. “Just these walls won’t protect us and you know that. These people are too ignorant of the world out there.” Daryl crossed his arms over his chest, his omega’s bracelet catching the fading light of the sunset.
To think yourself safe and protected after all this time with only a 15 foot steel wall and a gate keeping out the world was foolish. It had been almost 2 years since the world fell, there was no telling how many walkers were out there now, how many Terminuses, how many Governors. The people of Alexandria were delusional and that made them dangerous.
Rick crossed his arms over his chest, chancing a brief glance at his partner before turning back to the omega. “We need proper weapons. Guns. But Daryl and I can’t go out, it’ll be too suspicious to have two alphas roaming around after dark.”
Carol smirked, her lips turning up in a small smile that Rick knew well. “But a meek omega looking around, needing some air, wouldn't call any attention.” Immediately Daryl answered.
“No.” His answer was final, no room for debate. But she ignored him, instead, she did up the buttons on her shirt and smoothed down her hair. It was almost magical the way she shrunk in on herself, the fierce lioness they knew so well disappearing behind hunched shoulders and downturned eyes. But to Rick, she looked like a predator waiting to pounce.
“I’ll be back in an hour with whatever weapons I can get. Don’t wait up pookie.” And she slipped out the door, quiet as a mouse.
Rick could hear the others settling down in the large family room, Judith making little squawks in response to her older brother’s muttering. It was a comforting white noise, the pack was alive, they were protected. “I don like when she does tha.”
The lead alpha clapped Daryl on the back as he walked past, smiling to himself. “C’mon we all need some rest.” With one last glance at the door, the archer followed.
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None of the pack could sleep. It was surreal to be safe for the first time in forever, to have access to (hot) running water, ready food, and actual beds instead of the flimsy mattresses in the prison, or even just the ground. But now, after being freshly showered with a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, sleep wasn’t coming.
Daryl was leaning against the entryway to the living room with Rick, watching over their pack as they settled. Rick couldn’t help but smile as he watched Carl play with Judith on the floor. The pup was smiling and giggling at her older brother who was leaning over her cot, fist clenched tight around his index finger, laughing every time he moved which caused her pudgy little arm to shake up and down, shaking her whole body.
“We’re safe here right?” The alpha wondered aloud, rubbing his freshly shaven jaw. Daryl only grunted in response. “We need somewhere to stay. If we can get back those weapons, we have a chance here. A real chance to live.”
“But can we do it without her?” Their hearts ached. It was finally settling in, that they were alone again, that they lost something they would never find.
“She woulda liked it here.” Daryl picked at his nails, still caked in dirt.
“Yeah she would.” The hope that the city had given him earlier was quickly dying as he got lost in his thoughts. Rick finally allowed himself to breathe. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, the tears quietly slipped down his cheeks as he thought of her, of her last moments alive. Were you trying to run? Trying to find him and Daryl? Did she fight through the hordes? He couldn’t stop the flashes of images behind his eyes if he tried.
Her smiling face. Walkers devouring a body. Her body arching in pleasure below him, sweat dripping down her skin. Dead hands clawing, pulling her apart as she screamed for him. The way she practically glowed in the moonlight as she danced with him on the farm. He knew Daryl could feel everything he could through their shared bond, he focused on the good, how she would run to him every time she saw him, how she coddled her pups.
The hunter’s fists clenched tightly into fists and his jaw locked. Rick opened his mouth to apologise but then, the front door swung open, revealing a greatly disheveled Carol.
“Carol?”
“Rick, Daryl. You need to come with me now.” She was trembling with excitement and fear, a little smile breaking through her usually schooled expression, her white hair mussed up from running her fingers through it.
“What’s goin’ on?” Rosita’s voice was thick with sleep, rubbing her eyes as she leaned against the fireplace where she had set up. Glenn and Carl also looked up, one of the last few still on guard.
“Please, just, I need you to trust me. This is important.”
She turned to leave once more but Daryl grabbed her arm. “Tell us.” None of them heard the creaking of the floorboards until another voice spoke from behind the matriarch.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Deanna stood in the doorway, her expression guarded, locked onto Carol. “I just wanted to see how you were settling in.”
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The biblical end times - Millennium.
A future vision of the 1000-year reign of Christ. TOWL 103
So, I've always said that TWD is using the bible and very specifically the biblical end time events as a template for the show.
Episode 3 didn't disappoint in giving us some major biblical end times symbolism.
Overall, the whole premise of The Walking Dead is in fact biblical.
The concept is just a reworked version of fallen humanity in need of a saviour/cure.
The Zombies are a representation of fallen humankind, walking around, unaware, that they are the walking dead.
As Rick says, "We're all infected," and death without a cure brings about a state of undying permanent death.
Knowing this is the template they are using can really unlock the symbolism in the show.
It also guarantees that they will eventually bring a cure, through most likely Beth who has been marked as Jesus.
I've already talked about how the CRM rings are a depiction of the Trinity. They are called Borromean rings. They symbolically represent the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. So CRM=God.
103 TOWL gives us a glimpse into a shadow of the future.
We see Rick enter into the "Millennium park"
What is the biblical millennium?
It's described as the thousand year reign of Christ when he returns. It begins after the battle of Armageddon.
The millennium is a time when the earth is restored to a garden of Eden like state. (The beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning)
Hence, the focus here, as Rick is about to enter, is on a garden/park, and it's all powered by the CRM (God)
We even get a representation of the Trinity in the wind turbines powering the garden, all while the millennium park sign is in the background behind Rick.
It's a time of abundance and peace.
Again, the focus when Rick enters is also on the abundance of produce, and yes, we instantly see a Beth (Christ) lookalike.
With French beret...
Jadis gives us more hints about this millennium. She says they have a 500-year plan to remake the world better than before.
To recreate the world and finally beat death.
Since the millennium is known as the 1000-year reign of Christ, and we just saw the millennium sign, plus a Beth (Christ) lookalike. Jadis' "besting death" comment is drawing from this bible verse...
1 Corinthians 15:54-57 O Hades, where is your victory? ' The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” Jesus Christ has conquered death.
Before Jadis entered into the millennium, she explained that she would take lost souls and give them to the CRM (God).
Now, if you remember back to Daryl Dixon episode 1, it's called Lost Soul (Lame Perdue), and Daryl's journey has very much been a spiritual journey to find Beth, just like he found Isabelle in that lost soul episode.
It's also why the episode Find Me with Leah was all about finding Beth.
or...as Aaron puts it. "Good news."
"I have Good News"
I've mentioned before how Aaron saying the term "good news" right as the music box plays is SIGNIFICANT.
The Gospel of Jesus Christ means Good News.
So, finding Jesus Christ is finding the "good news" and, by extension, Beth. That is why Aaron says those exact words when the music box plays.
Daryl, as the lost soul, is on a journey to find the "Good news." 🎶 🎵 📦
Jadis mentions quite a few more biblical references before the end of the episode, including saying...
"I'm a believer", and "We're the last light of the world" 🌎
We also see the consignee talking with Michonne, saying they are on the doorstep to paradise. (The millennium)
The separation of the sheep 🐑 and the goats 🐐
One other aspect of the millennium they are reworking in TOWL is the theme of the A's and B's.
There are conditions of entry into the millennium kingdom after the battle, and it's known as the separation of the sheep 🐑 and the goats 🐐
The idea of A's and B's comes from this verse...
Matthew 25.31
All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.
The sheep, the followers, or believers will be granted entry into the Millennium after the battle of Armageddon.
And no surprise, we see Jadis and Rick walk past a sheep 🐑 sign to add another link to the chain.
Goats are not allowed into the kingdom.
In this context, being a goat or "Greatest of all time" indicates a mindset of thinking you are god, and want to be in power, or be the leader.
Which is why Satan fell and got kicked out of heaven in the first place. He wanted to be God...
Isaiah 14.13
You said in your heart, "I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. 14 I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High."
It's also why you may have seen Satan represented by the symbolism of a goat 🐐 or Baphomet.
The A & B theme has a dual and opposite meaning.
While we have been presented with its meaning in the show being related to the A's = Strong/leaders and the B's = Survivors/followers.
It's actually another take on the conditions of entry into the millennium kingdom.
Only the B's or Believers will be able to enter and will be the ones who live...
While the A's or Apostates/goats won't be granted entry.
The battle of Armageddon that proceeds the millennium.
The reason it's called the battle of Armageddon is because the battle will take place in the Valley of Megiddo.
You have already seen a depiction of the battle of Armageddon in TWD. You just might not realise it, I'll show you soon...
The battle of Armageddon is where the nations of the earth gather to try and destroy God (CRM)
Revelation 16.14
Demonic spirits, performing signs, who go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle on the great day of God the Almighty.
Revelation 16:16
Then they gathered the kings together to the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon.
In season 9, we saw the last battle against the Saviours, and it was a representation of this battle. The Saviours war was fought in a representation of that valley.
They chose that filming location to depict the Valley of Magiddo.
After the battle, Satan is locked up for the 1000-years.
Here is one verse they are pulling from about Satan, the 1000-year millennium at the end of the battle.
Revelation 20.1-6
And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, so that he might not deceive the nations any longer, until the thousand years were ended.
So... Satan is bound and locked up for the 1000 years (goats won't enter) after the battle of Armageddon, which he loses.
After the war with The Saviours, who got locked up and spent a long time locked away in the "pit"?
Negan!
Yes, Negan was symbolically Satan. His weapon of choice is called Lucille, a play on Lucifer.
Not long after that battle, and Negan getting locked up, Rick gets taken away into the millennium...
Now, just like Negan was let out of prison, Satan, too, is released after a long period of time.
Revelation 20:7 When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison.
So, Negan getting out of prison was a rework of Satan getting released.
Thoughts on...
The cure - Echelon - Phamakon - Mark of the Beast.
The Echelon briefing will be related to a cure, and it's connected to pharmakeia or pharmacy (a drug).
Again, as I've mentioned, we are repeating seasons 1 and 5 combined.
The CDC in season 1 of TWD, was a failed hope for a pharmacological cure that ends up burning.
Whereas season 5 gave us Beth as Christ sacrificing her blood.
As i mentioned above, Jesus defeats death. Is the cure through death and blood sacrifice, and in the show that will come through Beth.
That cure will grant entry into the millennial kingdom.
So there will be two "cures" presented. One will be real, and one will be fake or poison, as Major Beale said to Rick.
Phamakon means cure AND poison, and they are related to the word pharmacy.
The thing is, if the biblical end times is the template they're following, and it is, then there is another kingdom at play here, the Millennial Kingdom of Christ and the other kingdom is the kingdom of the beast.
The kingdom of the beast is the ruling kingdom prior to the millennium, it's this kingdom that causes the world to come and fight against God in the battle of Armageddon.
The two kingdoms are mirror inverted images of each other.
The other condition of entry into the millennium is to have NOT taken the Mark of the Beast - the mark of the Antichrist.
Revelation 20.4
I saw thrones on which were seated those who had been given authority to judge. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded because of their testimony about Jesus and because of the word of God. They had not worshiped the beast or its image and had not received its mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life and reigned with Christ a thousand years.
The mark of the beast is forced on all people of the world prior to the battle of Armageddon...
Revelation 13:17
And it makes everyone — small and great, rich and poor, free and slave — to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark: the beast’s name or the number of its name.
During the kingdom of the beast or the Antichrist kingdom, if you don't receive the Mark of the Beast, you won't be able to buy and sell, and you will be killed. Ultimately you won't be a part of the Antichrist Kingdom if you don't bow the knee and become a follower.
Its the inverse to the millennium kingdom where you will also have to be a follower.
The conditions of entry are almost identical into each kingdom but one will bring a real cure while one bring a poison.
The Kingdom of the antichrist also has a trinity, it includes the Antichrist, the beast and the false prophet.
Antichrist kingdom ♾️ Millennial kingdom.
This episode (103) is called "Bye", a callback to Beth's "Glad I didn't say goodbye" remark, but it's also a hint at buying and selling aka the mark of the beast.
Here we see in the millennial kingdom a sign depicting buying, selling and trading, of the abundance of produce available to those who were granted entry into the kingdom. The condition of entry again was to take the real cure and be a follower of the real Christ (Beth)
In complete opposition and fulfillment of beginning to end, the beast kingdom will only allow in those who bow to the fake cure and the fake Christ, but it's a poison...
When Major Beale mentioned Pharmakon, my eyes 👀 flew out of my head because of this verse from the book of Revelation...
Rev 18.23
The light of a lamp will never shine in you again; and the voice of a groom and bride will never be heard in you again. All this will happen because your merchants were the nobility of the earth, because all the nations were deceived by your sorcery.
The word “sorcery” used here is translated from the Greek word pharmakeia. This is where we get our word pharmacy.
The bible mentions powerful people using Pharmacy and deceiving the whole world just before the millennium.
So, while a pharmacy drug will be presented as a cure, it will actually be a deception. Like Major Beale said, Pharmakon cure is poison.
Revelation 19.20
And the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who in its presence had done the signs by which he deceived those who had received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped its image. These two were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulfur.
Just like in season one at the CDC, it's false hope of a cure burns. 🔥 🔥 🔥 Along with the mark of the beast.
We did get two hints at the CDC, one of the real cure and one of the fake cure BTW.
Dr Jenner says a blood test is the condition of entry.
So...blood is the condition of entry 🤔 that will come through the blood of Christ.
We see a representation of this with Andrea (Beth) giving blood. She's the only one we actually see giving blood.
We also saw a representation of the fake cure and it's end result. When Dr Jenner locks them in the CDC he presses 3 digits on a keypad.
999
Revelation 13:18
This calls for wisdom: Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, because it is the number of a person. Its number is 666.
Him locking them in (The beast Kingdom) activates the self destruction that leads to the CDC burning.
Revelation 19.20
And the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who in its presence had done the signs by which he deceived those who had received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped its image. These two were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulfur.
It is not a coincidence that the outbreak that causes the end of the world, began with a drug in the form of an injection...and the CDC burns 🔥 after a failed attempt at a cure.
💉 👀 beginning to end.
Now, this show likes to repeat, reverse, and invert the story over and over.
They are giving a mix of this end time symbolism to both the good guys and the bad guys deliberately.
But we will eventually see all groups come together to fight the CRM.
We are on a collision course with a bigger, badder, and better version of that battle of Armageddon, but this time with Beth included.
Because yes, this story is still all about her.
I liken her to the Holy Ghost of the Trinity right now. Because even though she's not present on the show, if you're aware, she's influencing every aspect of it.
Jesus Christ (Beth) is coming soon.
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His meaty mouse masterlist (AU)
911 for love Masterlist (Cop AU)
The Italian touch Masterlist
Foody Queen & its sequel His Foody Queen (AU)
Auction of love (AU/a/b/o)
Granny is the best (AU/a/b/o)
No friend of mine
Low
He’s my man
Ashamed
Sexy Suits
Family bonds
The back-up plan
Sharing Showers
The talk
Breaking your heart was never my intention
The DUFF (AU) it's implied that she's chubby - hence the title duff
Alone, together & its sequel Together, again (AU)
Sam Winchester:
Cocky matchmaker (Sam Winchester)
Soulless Instinct (Soulless!Sam Winchester - a/b/o)
John Winchester:
The Roommate masterlist (AU John Winchester)
Others:
Beautiful Mine (Cain - a/b/o)
Sam/Reader/Dean:
Our Girl Masterlist (AU / poly - no Wincest)
Never be your sexy girl (poly - no Wincest)
Jensen Ackles:
The back-up plan
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DC
Sex you up (Henry Cavill)
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THE BOYS
Dumbass stalker masterlist (Soldier Boy)
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TWD
Negan:
You belong to me
Physical Education (AU)
His favorite (Negan - a/b/o)
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