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Draco didn’t care whether Cassius wanted to apologise. In his eyes it didn’t matter. It was a sensitive topic for the blonde, no one truly understood the constant cruel games his father played with him. Constantly belittling him in no way a parent should belittle their child, or anyone for that matter. Draco knew he was projecting from how he had been treated but he didn’t care. He was tired, but refused to accept help or even admit that him treating people like they were dirt under his shoe was causing him more issues than anything. It made him feel highly insecure and he hated it. He didn’t intend to be awful but he was broken. Someone who needed someone to help him, yes he rejected comfort and any kind of affection he received but he just needed the right person to get under his skin enough to crack the code within him. He wasn’t all bad he just needed someone to see him for him.

He was a product of his father— a broken man with broken memories. But his father was too gone to be saved and anchored from the darkness. But Draco maybe just maybe could be saved from the pit of doom that lingered around him.

Hermione analysed Cassius closely and just nodded her head, relieved he was okay but still she knew how frustrating Malfoy could truly be. As they walked together in silence, and eventually reached the classroom where she took her things out and set them onto the desk before looking at Cassius “don’t you think he’s been acting more strange lately? More…. I don’t know— snobbish?” She spoke, genuinely. Malfoy had really been acting a bit odd. Sure he was certainly an ass most of the time and a rude person but something generally just seemed to be a lot more off with him than before.

She had noticed it a lot more often especially when Draco would randomly walk out of class. She wouldn’t of noticed if it wasn’t for the fact that it wasn’t just one time, no, but rather constant. “It’s probably nothing. But you know?” She couldn’t describe it properly. Usually she was good at describing things and just talking but now she was stumped, Draco was an odd young man who enjoyed making those lower than him feel like they were nothing, but something about how he gave up so easily today made Hermione’s skilled head try to figure out what was going on.

Eventually though, the class began to file in little by little and oddly enough Draco never turned up until about fifteen minutes into class. The class was low in numbers anyways so it created an odd number leaving multiple students without partners. But eventually Draco walked in through the door, head down and eyes narrowed his tense jaw clenched and his eyes refusing to look at anyone. “Mr Malfoy, how lovely of you to join us.” Snape’s sarcasm ran through the room the blonde only ignoring him and setting his things down onto his desk “mr Malfoy, care to explain why you’re exactly seventeen minutes late?” Draco glanced up staring at Snape “lost track of time.” He spoke, voice shaking for a second, but after a quick clear of the throat he was fine again. “Don’t let it happen again, Malfoy.” Snape warned in his monotone voice his hands folded in front of him before eventually he looked to Cassius “mr Blackwood does not have a partner, as much as I trust him to get on with his work, I find that mr Malfoy will not do the same— Draco and Cassius you will work together and go through more of your studies.” Snape explained leaving no room for argument. Draco clearly wasn’t happy by the decision but he didn’t complain, nor did he groan, except for a slight roll of his eyes from irritation

Eventually Draco stood from where he sat and he moved to where Cassius sat and he sat down beside him as he grabbed his own quill from the ink pot one hand keeping his head propped up as he began scribbling some notes down in his book his jaw remaining clenched. Draco genuinely seemed.. upset, angry, annoyed. He had a load of emotions on his face that made little to no sense. His slender fingers which weren’t gripping onto his quill were instead clutched into his blonde hair. Cassius seemed to have truly unsettled something within him and hit a nerve that Draco just couldn’t recover from. He didn’t speak to Cassius or even look at him, roughly scribbling things down in his messy handwriting that would usually be neat but right now he couldn’t think correctly. The young man had a lot on his mind, a lot he had to try and weigh out correctly but it had all collapsed rather suddenly and left him with that awful feeling of impending doom.

Hermione who was seated at the opposite table glanced towards Cassius with a look in her eyes that practically spoke ‘see?’ As if pointing out Malfoy’s odd sporadic behaviour.

The blonde was clearly unsettled and couldn’t do much about it as the lesson went on without Draco talking whatsoever to Cassius, usually he might’ve teased him or picked on him— or at least someone, or had some fun with some of the other Slytherin’s but he was peculiarly quiet. He didn’t even discuss any ideas or anything about the different potions he just remained deathly silent

“This assignment I am setting for you and your partners must be completed by next week so I suggest you all work together as quickly as possible. I will however hand out detentions if any of you have not completed the assignment by the due date.” Snape explained Draco not listening knowing it was nothing he wanted to hear. He would have to spend more time than needed with Cassius. And finally after a long while of silence Draco looked to Cassius staring at him for a few moments as his slender fingers slowly placed the tip of his quill into the ink pot, but he kept his sharp piercing eyes on him, admiring everything about him attempting to gently calm himself down,

“My dorm or yours?”

He asked genuinely. “I cant focus in the library. Or anywhere else. Unless you don’t want my help with the assignment… but— somewhere quiet will help me focus.” He found himself explaining for no reason at all, feeling almost vulnerable and he hated that feeling but he tried his best to ignore it. He didn’t know what was wrong with him but he had a lot on his mind. Too much. his hand now resting against his chin palm keeping his head propped up as he stared at him no emotion within his face yet his eyes held all the emotion possible. Something was clearly not right… something was indeed off but what exactly? Someone would have to reach deep within that cold demeanour within him and pull that fearful young boy right out to truly understand what was going on inside his beautiful messy head.

Eliza was excited by the events that took place, she enjoyed the thrill of it all and especially seeing that proud happy look on her friends faces and hearing their laughter— oh was it worth it. Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she peered at them with true happiness, the thrill sent pure energy and joy throughout her and she felt as if she had chugged about fourteen energy drinks all at once along with two fizzy sweets she really couldn’t get enough of the feeling that swelled up within her. The true feeling of excitement that made her dizzy almost. Along with the feeling of George intertwining their fingers, it sent a sudden confusing flutter within her belly feeling as if a thousand butterflies had suddenly erupted within her stomach. She heard Fred’s words and gave him a small grin before rolling her eyes “you know why, Weasley… I’d get into too much trouble. Plus my parents would literally rip me to pieces if they found out I did that to… someone.” She knew really her parents would probably commend her for it. They had always enjoyed when others suffered…

She didn’t agree with them at all but she couldn’t change them. But no one needed to know that. “But maybe you boys could change my mind.” She suggested playfully. She wasn’t against working with them to come up with silly pranks, she would enjoy it, but of course she feared it to an extent. Her family history although unknown would always force her to keep her distance from those she cared about. Even if it was slight she didn’t care, she needed to protect those she cared about but she knew she needed to live a little so why not agree to have some fun here and there? Her attention fell to George again and she smiled softly before she slowly followed into the room after him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, and she stopped in front of him and beamed happily she would’ve insisted that she would buy her own things but she knew George would detest to it. “Sounds good to me.” She spoke happily her eyes lingering on his her eyes momentarily flicking to look at his lips before she caught herself and looked away— merlin what was wrong with her?

“C’mon then” she laughed softly and without even thinking about it she interlocked her arm with George’s momentarily before pulling away realising how romantic it might’ve looked. She walked with the both of them, discussing random things and interacting with them every so often talking about anything and everything. The thing she had found with the Weasley twins was the fact that they were so incredibly easy to talk to. Even if you only knew them for a second they’d automatically create some sort of a safe space. Maybe that’s why Eliza found great comfort within the brothers— especially George.

They walked for a while until eventually they arrived within the small bustling town of hogsmeade lots of different people there but very few students due to the fact most were in classes. However there were a few whom were either skipping class or had a free. And finally they reached HoneyDukes and Eliza happily entered immediately in her element as she began searching around until eventually she had found some jellybeans and a chocolate frog. Her eyes were practically lit up in excitement from it all. She loved sweet shops, they just brought the best out of everyone— or well.. maybe not children because children had tantrums sometimes but.. sweet shops were generally just a happy place for most.

The young witch secretively opened the every flavoured beans packet and quickly popped out three different coloured beans and rushed to the twins “lucky dip” she spoke with a cheesy grin holding her palm out to the two “green is either bogies or grass… blue is either blueberry or sardines and yellow is lemon or.. vomit.” She let out a soft laugh as she picked out a random one from her palm and immediately her nose crinkled in disgust “oh gross!” Yet still she laughed even though being disgusted by the taste. Her smile remained wide and happy as she shook her head “I forgot how awful the barf tasting one tasted.. oh.. ew.” She shook her head and quickly popped another one into her mouth which tasted like nice strawberries but had a little crackle in them which made her certain it had popping candy in it but she didn’t mind. She chewed the jelly bean until it was gone and she smiled her eyes soon again getting stuck on George and her lips parted slightly as she found herself admiring him yet again, stuck in a trance almost as she just stared admiring him and she slowly slid the packaging back onto the jellybeans the chocolate frog held in her other hand and soon she saw the way Fred quirked a brow at her and she quickly looked down smiling to herself as her cheeks flushed with a red colour biting down onto her lower lip attempting to hide her smile

She never was the type to get all flushed or even embarrassed in front of a boy but George had unlocked something within her, just the way he looked at her made her feel some kind of way. Those butterflies within her belly didn’t leave her alone instead growing more intense as she tucked another piece of hair behind her ear almost dropping the sweets she had in her hands as she fumbled, Fred glancing at George nudging him with a knowing look— not expecting anything from George at all but they were both guys who had certainly experienced many different romances so he wasn’t new to the clear look in someone’s eyes.

Soon though the look in Eliza’s eyes disappeared as soon as she saw the familiar sight of professor Flitwick who although was a harmless choir teacher was also the one who oftentimes went on searches for any students who had gotten into trouble and so she quickly grabbed a pair of random sunglasses and a Gryffindor coloured beanie off of the shelf and placed it onto her head scrambling to put the sunglasses onto her face trying to blend in as the short man began walking around the shop. She looked rather silly making Fred chuckle, Eliza getting closer and closer to the twins as the professor continued looking around the shop. Her “disguise” was rather amusing and silly but still it seemed to work as the professor didn’t seem to notice her or even the twins as soon the man began making his way away from the three again and Eliza laughed quietly

“From 0-100% how screwed do you think we are?” She asked with a playful grin knowing they’d probably get detention— especially her, but she didn’t mind. It was all worth it. Plus— she got to have fun with her favourite people.

Draco was thriving within Cassius’ clear distaste for the blondes behaviour. He was frankly amused by how he was capable of riling him up. But he couldn’t help but admire the different emotions upon his face— how handsome he looked. He let out a low chuckle “I’m just having some fun. Lighten up would you.” He gave him a pointed look before rolling his eyes and shaking his head “but I suppose people like you don’t know what fun truly means.” He arched a brow, the look of some sort of resentment forming on his face as he practically called Cassius a mudblood without actually saying that cruel word.

He soon hummed though and analysed him closely, he enjoyed annoying him. He loved how he was capable of standing up for himself to an extent. It was frankly amusing and Draco enjoyed it, he wasn’t truly cruel because he wanted to. But he always felt like he needed to be rude and cruel and make others feel lesser than him because of the pressure Lucius unforgivably rested upon his sons shoulders. The pressure to always be better than everyone else and to not let anyone shit on his reputation. His father was a toxic man and never failed to constantly keep an eye on Draco and set things straight if he was ever disappointed in him. Draco never once heard the words of “I’m proud of you” he craved them. Desperately. He craved to impress Lucius and make him proud but all he got was “do better”, “don’t embarrass me”, “be better than those mudblood’s”

Lucius was constantly ridiculing Draco and never appreciating his son, demanding him to always do better. Nothing was ever enough and that was one of the many reasons Draco felt so strongly to offend and hurt others because his father didn’t stop belittling him.

“Don’t you think it would be fun to skip class?” He raised a brow smirking “could be fun.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly

He wasn’t new to skipping class or purposely going missing for the whole day so he didn’t have to attend lessons. He kept the book held in his hand as he shot a menacing grin his way “or are you a scaredy cat?” But soon he fell silent his brows furrowing lips parting as he tilted his head to the side lips pursing at Cassius’ words. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He took a step forwards towering over him as he glared down into his eyes. The height difference wasn’t massive but it was slight. Draco sneered down at him not appreciating what he was insinuating “my father ensures I get a good bringing up. Don’t try to shame me for something I can’t control. I didn’t ask my father for this.”

Something within Dracos eyes flickered some sort of anger at the mention of his father yet deeper down there was some sort of discomfort. His dad was truly a cruel man and Draco hated being anywhere close to him. Around his mother it was better but with just his father he was practically a punching bag for Lucius’ constant emotional and mental belittling.

“I have half the mind not to give this back to you,” he gestured to the book “I don’t think you have any idea what you’re talking about.” It didn’t take a lot to tick Draco off and annoy him. He glared down at him still with ferocious eyes “you know what? I’m keeping this book. You can get a new one.” He then turned around about to walk away only to be stopped by a smaller figure, whom he hadn’t noticed had joined them he glanced down glaring into the eyes of the one and only Hermione granger.

“Give him his book back, Malfoy.” The young witch demanded Draco smirking amused before he looked back at Cassius over his shoulder “oh look it’s your lucky day.. saved by the mudblood herself.” He shot a grin at him yet it was the type of look that turned sour immediately before he shoved the book back into his hands “see you in class, Blackwood.” Draco then purposely barged his shoulder into his before storming off back in the direction of the entrance his jaw clenched tightly eyes narrowed and hands clenched into fists. Pathetic mudbloods. His jaw remained clenched as he walked through the corridors standing tall and proud as he always did, some younger students practically scrambling to get out of his way as he walked down the corridor anyone knew whilst Draco looked like this— angry, upset, purely furious no one should talk to him let alone mess with him unless they wanted to experience his sheer cruelness.

Hermione remained stood with Cass as she looked at him worriedly “are you okay? Someone should really report him.” She spoke with a frown gaze following after the blonde slytherin until he had disappeared. Draco couldn’t keep getting away with being rude and borderline bullying some people but it always went unnoticed by most professors who either didn’t care or they were just too scared to confront the issues at hand. “Let’s go to class..” the young witch suggested as she smiled at her friend. Hermione always and often stood up for her friends especially against those like Malfoy. No wizard or witch should treat another so cruelly, even if it was just a joke or some trick… it wasn’t fun. And she was certain if Draco was played and toyed with how the way he toyed with other people then he certainly wouldn’t enjoy it.

Draco didn’t intend to be so cruel or mean. He never even realised how awful he could truly be sometimes, but after spending most of his life with manipulative people all around him he became unaware of how manipulative and selfish he could truly be. He wasn’t half as bad as Lucius, Draco held care somewhere within his icy heart but all it would take was the right person to bring that out of him.

Eliza smiled her eyes shining with warmth and amusement as she watched George closely. Oh how she cared about him dearly. They were both her closest friends for sure, yes she got along with some Slytherin’s and other people but she was closest to the boys than she was with anyone else. “You’re both so cheeky.” She let out a little laugh and rubbed a hand over her face before shaking her head, thoroughly enjoying their conniving playful nature.

Her eyes analysed George’s reaction closely and once she watched him nod she smiled. God filch was going to kill her and them, for sure, she didn’t even want to know what would happen to them if filch snitched on them. She studied him closely before she nodded letting out a happy laugh “of course. I’ll make sure he’s running up and down the corridors…” she shot a mischievous grin at the two before she slowly made her way from where they were all slightly hidden. Her eyes flicked down seeing mrs Norris purring and rubbing against filch’s leg as he continued to pack away his things. She slowly pulled out her wand, she had always been incredibly good with her wand work and knew some spells others didn’t especially for her age but she always learnt and kept the practice up, and so she pointed her wand at the cat, slightly hid behind the wall before she waved her wand in the correct movement before whispering,

“Calovaria,”

A white stream of white light shot out towards both filch and Mrs Norris watching as the bright light entangled around the cat but she was most surprised when the cat wasn’t turned purple. She remained the same colour, which confused the young witch her brows furrowing “what..?” She whispered but soon her eyes travelled to look to filch and her eyes widened slightly— the bright white light although having focused on mrs Norris had eluded the cat and instead focused so intensely on Filch that his hair, hands, and face was a bright beetroot purple colour… the spell had failed successfully and fully coated filch in a bright purple colour. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth as she stared shocked but that shock quickly faded as mrs Norris too began turning a shade of purple too her fur a bright purple, the cat meowing in some sort of discomfort of knowing something wasn’t quite right.

“What- what! Mrs Norris what happened to you? Oh my goodness.. what?” Filch quickly began petting at the cat his eyes flicking around looking for the culprit or culprits but he continued missing where Eliza was hidden “you’re purple! What happened to you?!” Some students who passed by were now ridiculously laughing as how silly Filch looked Eliza looking towards the twins as she smiled before looking back at filch who looked to be frankly horrified that he had once again become a laughing stock because of a student.

Filch soon noticed his hands were purple and he was shocked “stupid meddling kids!” His hands rubbed furiously at his skin to try and rid himself of the purple that seemed to be dyed into his skin, but soon much to Eliza’s horror her laughter cut off just as filch’s eyes caught onto her “you!” He exclaimed and her eyes widened watching as the man hobbled towards her “Avis!” She exclaimed sending many birds in his direction the man quickly covering his face and managing to avoid the sharp pointed animals continuing to hobble towards her and eventually she conjured a spell that sent fireworks shooting all around him, creating a huge load of noise as sparks went flying and filch was quite literally engulfed in harmless but loud fireworks.

Mrs Norris pranced out of the fireworks still covered in purple dye looking hilarious and silly. The young witch was incredibly talented in her power and wand incantations— not only had she turned the both of them purple but she too had set fireworks off with just a wave of her wand and engulfed the man with fireworks that weren’t stopping anytime soon, she heard hurried footsteps running down the corridor and she knew well it was a professor and so finally she used the spell ‘aguamenti’ and sent a jet of water out everywhere Filch cussing over and over again as he eventually managed to escape out of the fireworks running around in circles bright purple, smoke coming off his clothes and drenched in water the professors trying to calm him down and understand what happened.

Eliza quickly turned on her heel and rushed towards the twins grabbing onto George’s hand and Fred’s sleeve as she practically dragged them down the corridor “we’re screwed!” She laughed out, she would do it over and over again because it was frankly hilarious seeing filch over react and still be over reacting even now and stressing about the dye. But she knew well that filch had seen her face and she wouldn’t be surprised if Snape took house points from slytherin because of her actions or even give her a detention for a week but it was worth it. And once she had dragged them further away from filch who was still freaking out she eventually stopped in the corridor and looked at them both her eyes glinting with amusement before she let out a small laugh

“That— that was amazing..” she rested a hand on her chest as she laughed happily knowing either way a professor was going to give her a right lecturing, as they always did, whenever pranks were pulled.. but c’mon they were just having fun. Eliza’s smile remained bright and happy.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 5 days

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“Don’t you think it would be fun to skip class?” He raised a brow smirking “could be fun.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly

“Calovaria,”

A small accomplished smile tugged at Dracos lips and he found himself tilting his head slightly as he stared at him, love does that to people doesn’t it? Ruins them. Breaks your heart and just twists it without any care before breaking it. Love was a cruel thing. Love was something Draco absolutely despised. He feared love, he feared getting close to anyone but he wouldn’t ever admit that. A small hum came from him and he nodded. It wasn’t for everyone— he had just been brought up on cheating and being better than everyone, and ensuring to not dampen the Malfoy name as his father often liked to remind him.

His father never failed to remind him of the fact that his pureblood status and everything about him and his name was highly important. Even now, he didn’t know why he was even bothering with talking to someone who wasn’t the same status as him but in those moments he didn’t care. His attention which lingered on the young man’s bag soon returned to Cassius’ face “actually, neither.” He sat up straighter as he stared at him “I didn’t plan to see you out here but I guess I just wanted to come see why you’re sat alone… again.” He stared at him blankly for a few moments before he hummed and turned his body to face him fully

“I never usually do studying,” Draco spoke before suddenly and once again very uninvited leaned over Cass and reached into his bag pulling out the potions book and standing up, moving away from him as he stared down at the book before flipping it open onto the first page allowing the wind to easily flip a few pages “what did professor Snape suggest we study? Was it just.. hm.. amortientia? Or more..? C’mon you’ve got the brains here” He paused as his slender pale fingers flipped another page, his calculating blue eyes flicking up to look back at Cassius bearing a playful snide grin, his dark eyes filled with cunningness clearly just toying with him.

“Ah, look,” he smirked “witches brew— one wolf fang. A dash of frogs breath.. a pinch of hemlock root.. a crows foot.. a rats tail.” He slowly flicked his eyes up to look at him his brows furrowing “well, who would’ve known. Let me have another look.” He continued flicking through the pages, purposely keeping the book out of Cassius’ reach and purposely moving away even if the young man tried to grab his book back. Draco let out a laugh

“Veritasium? The truth potion…?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes “Oh please these are pathetic” he rolled his eyes slightly “anyone who really thinks most of these potions work are off their head.” He scoffed shaking his head keeping a tight grip on the book “this book was clearly made by a lying idiotic oaf. Wouldn’t you agree, Cass?” He grinned now holding the book in one hand the cunning and almost mocking smile on his face saying it all “personally I wouldn’t waste my time with such nonsense…” now holding the book in one hand before he laughed and shook his head, before soon flicking to the polyjuice potion page “now this one is more harder to say it isn’t true.. because I’ve seen it once or twice. But still, I wouldn’t believe all you read. You can’t trust all wizards and witches… but I’m sure you’re well aware of that. Aren’t you?” he poked fun at him, handing him playful condescending comments. Draco meant nothing with his words he was generally just toying with him. The stupid grin remained on Dracos lips clearly enjoying this cruel little game.

Eliza rolled her eyes playfully “oh for Merlin’s sake” she laughed softly “you’re truly unbelievable.” She shook her head her cheeks having flushed red slightly knowing she was so easily wound into their pranks. But how could she not? They were both funny and exciting…. Plus pranks were fun. Maybe not for filch.. but still it would be a good laugh. She appreciated George’s occasional guidance it made her see that he cared for her. And truly cared. Something she sometimes struggled to remember that people did care for her.

Her eyes searched George’s face as she knew she was being lured into this and she had no way to stop it, she didn’t say anything for a moment or two but eventually she let out a small laugh and shook her head “fine. Yes I’m in. But if I get detention because of you two best believe I’m gonna make you both regret it. Especially you George.” She narrowed her eyes playfully the smile remaining warm and wide on her face. She did enjoy pranking. She hadn’t done it in a while but it would feel good to get back into it again “filch deserves it. So why not make him regret it huh? Did you guys see what he did to that poor painting? He turned it on its side so the people couldn’t climb back up or out… it was really cruel.” She shook her head slowly. Before sighing “whatever happens to him, he definitely deserves. Plus, I’m sure it’s nothing he can’t handle seeing as he’s had to put up with you two for ages.” She laughed out

“And you too, Eliza. He’s had to put up with you.” Fred teased with a playful grin making the young girl roll her eyes and scoff “don’t make me walk away and not help you two out with this prank.” She warned in a playful teasing manner as she soon dropped her head before smiling “c’mon then. Let’s go get this show going… hm?” She grinned softly before she looked down, turning on her heels as she began walking down the corridor slowly her hands shoved in her pockets as she walked slowly before she glanced over her shoulder at them again, seeing them looking at each other the same exact way and she groaned playfully

“You know I wish I could read your stupid minds sometimes.” She spoke before shaking her head the smile remaining on her face as she continued walking before eventually her eyes landed on the familiar man, filch on a ladder about finished hanging up something on the wall “you’re not about to push the poor man off the ladder are you?” She laughed out quietly before moving backwards so she was stood closer to George lightly leant against him “so, what’s your mighty plan” she questioned her bright brown eyes slowly moving to focus on George as she stared at him, looking at him as if he were the stars to her moon— the one capable of making her happier than ever. Her eyes searched his face her smile slowly reaching her eyes as she looked at him genuinely happy, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, not daring to take her eyes off of him looking at him with such intrigued eyes, practically hanging off of every word her eyes searching his face closely. Filch already looking disheveled began shakily climbing back down the ladder, grunts and heavy breaths coming from where he was, Eliza couldn’t help but laugh her amusement growing as she covered her mouth

She was always the type who was incapable of masking her emotions sadness, happiness, and general amusement and she leaned her face into George’s shoulder attempting to hide the slight laughter coming from her, it wasn’t even funny but filch was just so ridiculously blind to what was about to happen, her laughter soft and gentle. Filch hobbled around as he began gathering all his things again, Eliza’s eyes glinting with amusement as she tried to contain herself.

“Hey Georgie..” Fred trailed off looking at his brother with a mischievous grin “don’t you think it would be just… perfect… if we got our unsuspecting “prankster” to pull the prank..” Fred suggested with a grin wiggling his brows at Eliza who shot a glare at him, but still, she didn’t turn down his words only her lips curved up into a slightly bigger smile.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 5 days

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[ Closed RP ]

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Cassius Blackwood, a 5th Year Slytherin student, was seated by himself on a marble bench in the main courtyard, located beneath the grand oak tree. Sitting on the bench next to him was a large frozen coffee, topped with whipped cream, and about a third missing from it. He was focused on the Potions textbook in his lap which was opened to the Amortentia Potion, one ankle propped upon his knee to steady the book. The cool fall breeze stirred the minute and sporadic piles of aureate and crimson leaves; it was a silent reminder of the crisp, snowy days and cozy, hot cocoa nights that were gradually approaching.

He tended to be outside more during the spring and fall months, while the opposite was true for summer and winter time. For the most part, the courtyard was empty; Cass found solace in the quiet moments such as this, silently grateful for the time he could spend alone with his own thoughts outside of the bustle of the castle. As he read off the ingredients needed for the potion, he couldn't help the slight furrow of his brows and the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes. Cassius couldn't help the tinge of annoyance and, perhaps to some degree, the hint of disgust toward such a potion.

Why were they learning about this sort of stuff, anyway? And what good would a love potion be against Voldemort when it all came down to it, whether it was the strongest in the world or not? More importantly... who would WANT it to work on Voldemort?? His nose wrinkled a bit at the last thought, his disgust only growing a bit at the thought.

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In a separate part of Hogwarts, George Weasley accompanied his twin brother, Fred, as they paraded down the corridors with their usual air of mischief. Their Gryffindor robes billowed behind them as they made their way past the library, keeping an eye out for their target...

"I, for one, think it's a brilliant idea, Freddy," he chuckled, his eyes glittering with anticipation and a flicker of satisfaction. George momentarily glimpsed toward his brother, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips. After a brief pause, he leaned in a fraction and went on a bit more theatrically, "Think Filch will finally go mad? Will it be his last breaking point, never to be heard from again?"

Fred shot George a playful sidelong glance, his eyes narrowed in amusement. "Ohh, I think he'll be hopping mad," he responded without missing a beat, "and I'll bet you ten Galleons he'll utter every curse word in the books once he finds her, too. Shame, though - I'd love to see him running for the hills from the infamous Weasley duo." His lips quirked up into a troublesome smirk, his mind already flashing upon what Filch's reaction would be to their antics.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 6 days

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Draco malfoy wasn’t exactly the kindest wizard, or even human. He was cold and calculating at the best and worst of times. But if someone gave him a chance maybe just maybe they’d see the real side of him and realise that he wasn’t all bad. That day everything seemed to be going wrong for him— thankfully he wasn’t turned into a ferret again, thank merlin, that was one of the blondes worst memories and embarrassing times. But everything just generally wasn’t going right. He couldn’t find his wand for starters and that never worked out well, he soon found though that he had put it in the pocket of his robes and found it an hour later. Sometimes he really did humour himself.

Everything was awfully stressful and he didn’t mind the work and, or even the tasks professors set for the class but sometimes it did weigh him down. Usually he didn’t care about things like that- which he didn’t but it played on his mind quite a bit and certainly left him in a foul mood. His platinum blonde hair was neat and tidy and he wore his Hogwarts uniform, tie slightly skew-iff wearing his casual Slytherin jumper. It was too warm for robes at the moment. Besides they just got in the way. “Crabbe, Goyle— what’s going on?” Draco spoke to the two staring at his stupid friends whom were stuffing their greedy faces with a large chocolate frog. Draco’s hands rested on his hips as he stared at the two goons with a disapproving look before shaking his head

“Unbelievable you two are.” “What, we were hungry” Draco blinked his eyes, clearly holding himself back from saying something rude. “Chocolate isn’t a good diet… especially for breakfast.” He then made his way out of the common room and made his way down the large quiet corridors before exiting out to the courtyard. He began looking around for a while before his eyes landed on a slightly familiar face and he shoved his hands in his pockets staring at the young man, usually he wouldn’t of intruded but something about him drew him in and so he walked closer and closer to him his shoes crunching underneath the stones as he got closer until he was stood just opposite him staring down at what he was doing. Amortientia potion? The love potion? Seriously why was he learning about that? Draco knew it was definitely for potions class but still he enjoyed teasing and so he cleared his throat,

“Trying to make someone fall in love with you?” Draco’s voice was amused, “clearly rather hard and definitely not working.” He hummed out mainly teasing as he quirked a brow before he without asking took a seat beside him staring at him for a few moments before humming and turning so his elbow was propped up on the back of the bench “I see you hang out with the Weasley twins a lot, right? I’m shocked they haven’t mentioned the Amortientia potion that comes in those little heart bottles… that’s the best way to succeed and impress the professor.”

Dracos brows arched in amusement before he let out a low chuckle “only a suggestion after all, I’m sure you’d love to pass and impress everyone right?” His words remained fairly teasing and playful as he kept his eyes on him lips curved upwards into a large smile those baby blues of his boring into Cassius as he stared at him with an almost teasing expression the wind making some of his blonde hair blow slightly, forcing him to run a hand through it to neaten it up again the amusement on his face remaining as he studied him carefully. Not intending to be rude or to pry, just having a little bit of fun.. no harm in it either right?

Eliza was leaning against the wall, stood on a slight ledge as she had her face buried in her mythical creatures book, avoiding all conversation between all the students whom passed through the corridors. It was the busiest time now and she always waited just here to wait till the students had passed and she could finally escape to where she wanted to go. Of course she heard random conversations here and there but she didn’t care. Too busy minding her own business to entirely care what was going on around her.

She was a sweet girl, a slytherin but she was lovely. Kind. Warm hearted. Many traits that other Slytherin’s simply didn’t have. But she cared about everyone and anyone. Her brown hair was neatly tucked behind her ears and her eyes occasionally lifted over her book to watch the students walk by, until eventually two loud and chirpy voices gained her attention noticing the Weasley twins and she rolled her eyes playfully. They were both silly and goofy. She was good friends with them but sometimes she didn’t talk too often with them but she got along with everyone mainly.

She kept the book up to her face ensuring they didn’t see her and once they had walked by she listened to their conversation. Talking about a prank clearly— on filch? Oh that poor man was going to have a heart attack if he worked here much longer. And so Eliza soon jumped down from where she stood putting her book into her bag as she trailed after the two twins, remaining in crowds of students to blend in until eventually she had followed them to a quieter corridor and she quickly slipped in front of them, stopping right in front of George a small smirk on her lips “now now,” she pointed a finger at him playfully

“Whatever prank you have on your mind, don’t do it. Filch will indeed go mad. And most likely have a heart attack knowing you two.” She shot a glare at Fred but her face softened and she let out a small laugh “you two are ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head before she backed away as she continued looking at them “and no, don’t even think about turning the prank on me.. or making me join with you two again. No way.” She let out a small laugh and shook her head her eyes searching between the two before finally stopping on George “I’m afraid to ask, but what is this prank?” She raised a brow continuing to walk backwards as she kept her eyes on them. She knew what they were like so she didn’t dare turn away from them, her lips curved upwards in amusement. Despite them being pranksters and George certainly being a mischief maker she found that they brightened her darker days and made her feel happier.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 23 days

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Re-learning to love yourself

Okay I got this idea from a spoiler I saw on TOWL of Rick and michonne touching each others scars or something like that. And I was thinking wouldn’t it just be ADORABLE if reader and Daryl share that same experience. I haven’t seen TOWL so excuse me while I just vaguely base this off it… without actually watching it. Haha. Also thank you thank you THANK YOU for nearly 400 followers I absolutely adore every single one of you beautiful people.

Trigger warnings: scars, self harm scars, vulnerability, sensitive moments, self hatred. If sensitive to any of this loves please do not read. F reader- will do M reader if requested.

“What happened…?”

Daryl’s voice was soft as he gazed down at you, torso exposed but bra still on as you showed him the scar that trailed from your collar bone and all the way down to your breast. “The governor.” You spoke softly and Daryl seemed to grimace at that name “Maggie got it worse but… yeah.” You mumbled softly, and to your surprise you watched as he removed his shirt. Sure you both weren’t a “couple” you were more friends with benefits who enjoyed each others company in bed sometimes, but only for make out sessions and such. Nothing big… just soft tender love.

He then slowly turned around, he seemed to shake slightly from head to toe clearly nervous about showing you something so vulnerable. You slowly stood from the bed and walked towards him reaching your hand out as your fingers gently traced against the tip of the scar, his body flinching slightly at the sudden contact against something that hadn’t been touched before. “Sorry.” You quickly retracted your hand expecting him to pull away but instead he spoke softly, “no… it’s okay. Do it again.”

And so you did- placing your fingertips against the scar on the top left of his shoulder blade tracing the curve of it, before your fingertips slowly spidered over to the right hand side of his back to where one of the ‘X’ laid, and you slowly traced your finger against the lines his body tensing every now and then but he didn’t tell you to stop “what happened… I know… those psycho kids did this to you.. but— why?”

Daryl remained silent for a few moments only shrugging “the crazy woman said the ‘X’ was a sign of strength… but I think it’s ugly. She was just branding us like fucking cattle.” He grunted out, your fingertips moved down to his lower back where you stroked against the ‘X’ branded against his skin “not ugly.” You reassured gently before tracing your hand more against his scars. “She had brainwashed her children practically… turned them feral.. they were obsessed with punishing us.” He spoke quietly almost sounding embarrassed.

Eventually though he turned around looking into your eyes, your eyes scanning along his chest for a moment or two but your thoughts were quickly pulled away as you looked into his eyes “what happened to your wrists?” You felt your breath hitch momentarily and you glanced down at the healed over scars but they still looked ghastly to you. “I hurt myself.” You spoke honestly and he frowned slightly, he understood why, he hurt himself too sometimes, but why you? A beautiful young woman. “Why?” He questioned after a few moments before you looked down sighing heavily, and he gently reached his fingers out touching against your cheek making you look at him again “talk to me.”

You gazed into his eyes before smiling sadly “I hated myself.” You explained softly Daryl soon crouching in front of you as you sat back down on the bed “I disliked everything about myself. I had lost my family.. I didn’t think I had any reason to keep living…” Daryl listened nodding his head, and as a silence fell upon the both of you he moved his hand down to your wrist “can I touch?” He asked and you nodded simply watching as his calloused fingers gently rubbed against your healed over scars “they’re disgusting. I’m sorry..” daryl frowned and looked back at you “no. I think they’re… beautiful….”

You smiled softly and shook your head “not beautiful.” You murmured sadly, Daryl’s fingertips continuing to brush against the lines that dug up and down your wrists before he did something that surprised you, he brought your wrist up as he leaned down pressing a singular kiss to the largest cut on your skin, it was such a soft moment it could’ve made you cry if you weren’t careful. “Butterfly’s can’t see their wings…” he trailed off pressing another little kiss to your scar “but they’re beautiful without knowing it.” You were so taken aback by his beautiful words that you barely recognised the tears forming in your eyes. No one had treated your scars so beautifully before…

Soon his hand came to caress against your cheek rubbing his thumb against your skin “you’re beautiful…” his words were honest yet hesitant still, clearly not sure whether you wanted to hear that again, before he slowly leaned in pressing a kiss to your lips a slow passionate kiss that held a lot of love and affection within it. Eventually he slowly pulled back holding your face in his hands as you gazed down at him “oh Daryl.” Your hand came up to caress against his cheek “I think I’m in love with you.” You murmured softly and he smiled at you, nodding his head “I think…— no… I know I’m in love with you too.” He spoke before leaning in and kissing you again over and over, the both of you sharing such a special moment together… only for your eyes only… only for his eyes only. Forever and always shared between the both of you.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 25 days

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OMG CAN YOU PLEASE DO DARYL AS A PARENT FIGURE???!!!?!! 😭😭😭

I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY LIKE THAT 😭

A/N: thank you so much for the idea!!! I hope this is okay!!! I was tempted to go full out and have him be an actual dad, but this’ll do for now. If you’d all like an actual story where Daryl’s a dad of the reader then please do lmk!! Also there are other Daryl father figure stories on my page so feel free to have a scroll!!<3

Synopsis: reader lost her family at the beginning of the apocalypse, she finally breaks and Daryl is there to comfort her.

Female! Reader x father figure! Daryl.

You were upset. Clearly. Like a ticking time bomb. You were staring down at the ground, the group had gone through a hell of a lot of shit to get to this point and the pain of losing people and seeing such blood shed welcomed in a new emotion for you. Pure agony. Agony that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The last time you felt it was when your family had been killed and turned into walkers. And losing all parental figures in one night was devastating.

“You good?” A voice came from the side and you glanced up seeing Daryl resting his shoulder against a tree crossbow hung over his other shoulder as he stared at you worriedly “I’m fine.” You murmured looking away from him, hearing him make a slight laughing sound as if he didn’t believe you “talk to me y/n…” he wasn’t one to ever push but he saw you were struggling. You remained quiet for a while just staring before you slowly looked at him before standing up “I lost my family… to the dead at the beginning of this shit show. They were ripped from me in an instant… sure my family wasn’t perfect but they all loved me and I loved them.” Daryl’s face contorted with sadness as he stared at you sadly. Oh how he wished he had a supportive family… he only really had Merle and the man was toxic as hell.

“I- I- seeing everything today it just brought back all the memories. Hearing my parents scream for mercy… seeing their blood… seeing how the dead ripped their faces off.” Tears were now streaming down your cheeks without you even realising as you let out a shaky breath. Daryl slowly got closer to you “I wanted to save them. I hated that I couldn’t save them… I- I- I needed to save them and it fucking kills me that I can’t go back and rescue them.. I should’ve done more… I- I needed to do more they needed me and I just stood there too scared and then I ran off and—“ your sobbing suddenly grew louder as then and there you broke in front of Daryl. He was the type you could trust. You wouldn’t of opened up like this to anyone else, maybe Rick, but Daryl was like a father to you. At the worst of times he kept you stable.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly “easy y/n.” He soothed holding you close to his chest. He rubbed up and down your back delicately “blaming yourself doesn’t get you anywhere.” He blamed himself over a lot of things so he understood but he knew it wouldn’t help anything. “Not your fault.” He spoke to you quietly as you sobbed into his chest, his grip on you was light at first before eventually he secured his grip on you tightening it as he pulled you impossibly closer “it’s okay…” You couldn’t focus though, only crying more as your hands weakly pushed against his chest, angry at yourself as weak cries continued leaving your lips Daryl keeping a protective hold on you, your hands continued hitting at his chest and he only held you closer to him “easy… breathe…” he soothed as softly as he could.

He dropped his free arm down momentarily so he could drop his crossbow down onto the floor before he pulled you closer to him again holding you tight “I miss my dad…. I miss my dad… I miss him so much.” Daryl’s heart broke for you and he held you closer, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head, his hand soon coming up to caress against the back of your head. “It’s okay.. it’s all going to be okay.. I’m here for you.” He didn’t dare let you go. You continued crying about missing your dad and he didn’t let go, he just held you, and as your sobbing eventually calmed down he pulled back slightly only to see you now clawing at his shirt to keep him there and he knew you needed him so he leaned in closer to you again.

“Your family would be so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” He murmured to you gently. “For killing people?” You murmured with a soft cry. “No.” He pulled back resting his hands against your shoulders “for surviving. We’ve all got to just survive somehow. Right? And you did just that…” he smiled warmly and you sniffled, before his hand came up to wipe against your cheek getting rid of the tears that lingered against your skin. “Look up.” He nodded up and you slowly glanced up at the dark night sky, twinkling stars shining down on you both. Daryl wasn’t the sentimental type to believe stars were lost loved ones but he could pretend for you… “they’re shining down on you always… proud and happy. Supporting you.” A small smile broke out on your face and you leaned into him, holding onto him tightly, “yeah…. Thank you… love you.” You murmured quietly without even thinking and he leaned down kissing your forehead. “Love you too sunshine.”

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 26 days

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The hat

Summary: reader goes missing and only leaves one sign of life: the sheriff’s hat Carl had given to her.

Tw: angst, gore, walkers (both characters are 18!!)

Rick grimes’ sheriff’s hat had been passed down many times. And Carl took it upon himself to give it to you, as a sign of protection of some kind. Carl when he was little always stated that when his dad would wear the hat then he would be protected from all the violence in the world, and in some ways he was correct… but all of that hope and belief turned into some sort of horror as soon as Carl stumbled upon the sheriff’s hat left discarded on the floor.

“Y/n!!” Carl yelled as he ran around desperately searching for you, running upstairs of the home and downstairs, the gated community of Alexandria was safe.. always.. but you’d never leave without telling him. The hat was held in his hand before he eventually put it down on top of his head as he sprinted back downstairs palm skimming lightly against the banister before he stumbled outside seeing Rick talking to michonne. “Dad!!” Carl practically screamed, making the former sheriff’s head snap in his direction seeing the sheer fright on his sons face “woah… what’s wrong?” His hand came to rest against carls shoulder to try and calm him down “y/n’s missing!”

“Missing?” Rick spoke confused, Carl nodding breathing heavily “I found the hat discarded… I looked all around but I can’t find her. I asked Eugene and Rosita but they said they didn’t see her go out.” Rick’s face twisted with concern, his hand coming up to rub against his forehead, pinching against the bridge of his nose “she doesn’t just leave she would’ve told me!” Carl spoke with wide worried eyes, Rick nodding, hand quickly tentatively grabbing onto the boys shoulder “I know. I know… it’s unlike her. I’ll get a few people to go out and look for her. She couldn’t of gone far.” And as Carl’s lips parted Rick only shook his head already knowing what he was going to say. “No. You stay here… I know how much you love that girl. I don’t want you getting hurt by jumping into action..” he spoke simply, Carl disliked that, but knew damn well his dad was right. And so he would just have to sit and wait around for good news.

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Hours had passed by and although multiple search groups had been sent out, they had returned empty handed and now it was dark. The sheriffs hat was still planted firmly upon Carl’s head. He couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t calm down either. You and Carl were best friends, you had been best friends for a long long time even before the apocalypse and now with you missing he was beyond terrified for you.

Carl had dinner with his dad and michonne, not being able to eat much- too nervous. “Do you think she’s dead?” He questioned, Rick giving him an almost warning look to not give up before silently shaking his head. No one else spoke a word, as often times if you speak of something you fear then it will happen. Even as dinner was finished and everyone went to bed, Carl remained wide awake, now sat upon his bed packing a bag. He wasn’t going to give up. He was going to find you. As he zipped up his bag he threw it over his shoulder, opening the bedroom window and carefully climbing out, carefully so, until he felt his feet hit the floor before he immediately but quickly fled towards the gates that were left unattended, he silently slipped out of the gate shutting it behind himself before he began the long hike to try and find you.

Carl walked for ages and now it was pitch black, he continued searching around for you, but it was practically impossible to find you. He was growing worried and more sure about the fact that you had been killed until he heard an abrupt scream- his head snapping in the direction of the sound before he began sprinting wasting no time to come to this persons rescue hoping it was you. He saw and heard walkers all around but he didn’t stop, until he blindly slammed into something or rather someone. He feared it was a Walker but as he pulled back and saw your familiar face, dirty and mucky his eyes widened “y/n!” He exclaimed his eyes remaining wide, watching as your eyes teared up “Jesus Christ where were you?!” His hands came to caress against your face the groaning of incoming walkers getting closer and closer but Carl was in too much shock.

“I wanted to impress Daryl. By hunting a deer… he has been teaching me all these techniques and tricks to follow the markings on the ground but.. I— I guess I’m not ready.” Carls brows furrowed, but he knew how you always critiqued yourself way too often and constantly wanted to impress “fuck y/n.” He murmured shaking his head before he stood up grabbing onto your hands and pulling you up, instantly noticing the limp you had but he didn’t question it, instead wrapping your arm around his shoulder as he began helping lead you away from the herd of walkers. Your breathing was heavy as you gripped onto him “I- I just wanted to try and be an adult.” You spoke to him quietly “well you’re not. And if you keep pulling dangerous shit like this you’ll get yourself killed!” His words were harsher than they intended to be, and he immediately felt guilty for the way he spoke to you, murmuring an apology to you as he helped guide you somewhere safe.

Eventually the two of you found an old abandoned house, in the middle of no where. He helped you sit down before he sat down keeping his eyes on you worried and upset before he shook his head “you could’ve been killed.” He murmured and you nodded slightly embarrassed before looking down. He exhaled softly before he pulled the hat from his head and slowly popped it back onto your head leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek “next time you do that… wear your hat.” He spoke with a small smile, hand caressing against your cheek.

“Okay… deal..” you said with a small smile, you knew Rick and michonne were going to kill you and murder Carl for being this stupid. “You missed by the way.” You spoke with a playful grin and Carl raised his brows before you puckered your lips making Carl laugh “god you’re unbelievable sometimes.” He muttered before nonetheless leaning in and kissing you on the lips gently. “My dads gonna kill me.” He murmured against your lips and you smiled “oh no.” You spoke sarcastically a playful offended look appearing on carls face before he rolled his eyes “unbelievable.” He chuckled shaking his head.

(Part two on reuniting Rick and michonne+ their reaction?? Maybe? Lmk!!)

This took me forever to get out. Im sorry!!!

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 27 days

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Comfort

Request: can you do one where Daryl comforts reader after she has a nightmare? Thank you!

Tw: nightmare, description of panic attack, blood, gore, usual walking dead stuff. If sensitive to any of these please read with cautious or skip past this one! Thanks loves!!

NOTE: IF YOU’VE SENT IN AN ASK THAT HASN’T BEEN ANSWERED PLEASE RE-SEND. MY INBOX SAYS IVE GOT 10 ASKS BUT ISN’T LOADING ANY OF THEM. WHETHER IT BE A GLITCH OR WHATEVER I DO NOT KNOW BUT PLEASE RE-SEND IF YOU THINK IVE MISSED YOUR REQUEST/ QUESTION.

Havnet been able to watch TOWL either that’s depressing asf but oh well. Sorry for the delay my heads been all over the place (:

This is awfully written and isn’t entirely “plotted” correctly so excuse the crappiness. This was written over like three months so… sorry for the delay

The loud whistle abruptly wrapped around the sky, sending chills down your spine as you froze in place but it was as if you had lived this exact nightmare before. But it was worse… a lot worse… the sound of the whistling continued all around you as you walked further into the darkness all alone your eyes scanning around frantically before your eyes fell upon the familiar body of Glenn. Slumped. Head completely squished. Like a watermelon… your stomach churned in disgust a shaky breath leaving your lips, your eyes then turning to see Abraham the exact same way but it didn’t stop— your eyes followed the row of your people. Your family. Carl, Rick, michonne, Daryl, Aaron, Rosita, Jesus, maggie… every single one of them limp on the ground slumped and weak. Brains splattered everywhere. Your hand trembled to cover your mouth before you spun around looking for the saviours the whistling growing louder but no one seemed to be around you. Whatsoever. The headlights of vans were a blurred picture. Your breathing grew heavier tears forming in your eyes as you turned around again to face your people their bodies rotting, turning into the dead… glenn reaching out for you, Daryl crawling on his chest ricks cold blue eyes boring into yours, muttering some kind of sentence over and over again. “All your fault” tears threatened to fall as you stumbled back panting heavily before a hand tightly gripped onto your wrist, your head snapping to the side as your eyes met with Negans your jaw dropping as a ear piercing screech left your mouth as darkness slowly surrounded you.

“Y/n!”

A voice yelled and your body jolted awake, your eyes filled with terror as your eyes found those familiar blue ones. Daryl. Alive, well, okay… you panted staring at him terrified he was stood a slight distance away from you his eyes searching yours concerned, you were still in your bed Daryl’s concern clear before he sat down on the edge of the bed making it dip down slightly “bad dream?” Was all he asked and all you could do was nod the terror visible. Your skin was coated in a layer of sweat that wouldn’t go away Daryl carefully getting closer to you as he soon reached his hand out without much of a warning and grabbed onto your hand his touch hesitant and unsure at first but as he got more comfortable he tightened his grip giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m here.” He spoke gruffly voice still worried as he kept his eyes on you. “You died..” you whispered Daryl blinking confused for a second, but didn’t say anything allowing you to continue what you wanted to say however his confusion wasn’t of what you said— no— more so of the fact that you were afraid to lose him. That on its own shocked him beyond belief and broke his heart all at once.

He hadn’t ever had anyone who was scared of him leaving before, it saddened him almost, the feeling of not being needed or wanted had been etched into his soul ever since he was a young boy. But seeing it come from you it unlocked a certain feeling within him a soft feeling that he didn’t entirely understand. “It’s okay. I’m right here.” He assured gently. “You and the others all died…. One… by one.. negan hit you over the Hed with Lucille and killed you all… I was the only survivor.. you— you all blamed me for something I didn’t do… i- I couldn’t stop it! I- I couldn’t stop you from dying.. I— I wanted to I needed to but I couldn’t reach you—“ your breathing grew my quick as you practically began hyperventilating. That scared Daryl on its own but he quickly got to work, grabbing onto your shoulder gently and making you look at him

“Breathe.” He muttered out softly your chest continuing to heave up and down over and over again daryl murmuring little nothings to you to try and sooth you until eventually you were curled up in his arms, his grip on you tight and secure, comforting, his hand trailing up and down your back. “I thought I lost you.”

He only shook his head “never. You’ll never lose me… can’t get rid of me that easily.”he kept a hold of you continuing to help you breathe and calm down until eventually you were more relaxed. He just held you as you remained in silence. “I love you. And I don’t want to lose you ever.” You murmured to him, Daryl’s heart aching slightly and he held you closer to him, not sure how to respond to that, before he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head “you won’t lose me.” He reassured, before bringing you down to lay with him, soothing you beside him, as he helped calm you down until you were settled in his arms.

“Oh and y/n..” he trailed off,

“Hm?”

He smiled softly “I love you too.”

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 1 month

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Life update loves!

I’ve had to pull out of work, unfortunately due to mental health issues that I won’t get into. I find it rather embarrassing but I did something stupid and I shouldn’t of but I wasn’t thinking straight. I have been advised to look after myself and my health. Although this is news I didn’t want to hear or even share I’m taking a positive route and am hoping to be able to write more with my time off. I need to get my head in the right place and writing oftentimes helps so please do send in requests if you have any.

Also to any people I haven’t replied to please feel free to send me a message. I’m trying to better myself and find things that make me happy again.

I was hoping to aim to get better in 2023 but things just don’t seem to work out that way. But trying to be more positive and taking care of myself more whilst also writing is something I want to try and do more often. Thank you for the on going support, I adore you all and I hope to find myself again whilst working on myself and figuring everything out. Oh and I have been seeing your lovely comments and re blogs on that Negan post and I will be making a part two shortly. Although I am hoping to achieve more writing I cannot promise anything but I’m desperately hoping to better myself asap.

Thank you for reading. Love you all(:

#requests open #writing #life update #twd #requests

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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Practice makes perfect

Request: please could you write one where Rick helps inexperienced reader shoot a gun and he also teaches her how to defend herself? Thank you!

A/N: hope this is okay!! Would you all like to see a daryl version of this??

Rick grimes x fem! Reader

You were new to the prison environment, you had stumbled upon the prison when you had lost your people to the dead. It was terrifying but thankfully Rick grimes and his people welcomed you in with open arms— or… well. Held at gunpoint. But that’s beside the point. You had been here for almost 18 days now and you were fitting in just right. You had found comfort within Hershel the kind man who seemed to be incredibly loyal and genuine. Not to mention his kindness towards everything was gratefully accepted during times like these. Beth too was a sweet girl but there were a few of the group who seemed a bit rough around the edges. Not that you minded of course, you were just glad you could say you had some kind of “friends.”

Here you were positioned near the gate where walkers were pressing themselves against, ruthlessly clawing at the metal structure desperate for the taste of flesh. You stood silently staring and listening to their groans and moans your hand numbly gripping onto the pistol that dangled by your side. It might’ve seemed stupid but you had never shot a gun in your life. And now that you were in this situation you wished you had accepted the many times family members offered to take you to the shooting range when the world was still normal. You exhaled shaking your head before you pointed your gun at one of the walkers heads, squinting your eyes slightly your finger resting upon the trigger as you tried to figure out how to do it, footsteps slowing just behind you— ricks scrutinising eyes examined you thoroughly before he cleared his throat. “The safety’s one” his thick accent touched your ears and you quickly glanced at him “what?” You murmured nervously “the safety’s on. That’s why you can’t pull the trigger.” He vaguely explained taking steps towards you before stopping beside you, slender fingers grasping onto the metal of the gun as he stood side by side with you his arm brushing lightly against yours “look,” he tilted the gun your way his thumb brushing against the metal before a click was heard “safety’s off now.” He spoke before slowly handing it back to you. “Try now.”

He took a step back giving you room to try but now under this much pressure you felt your nerves kick in. You were worried that because you didn’t know how to shoot a gun without looking like an idiot you’d be seen as someone lesser and be kicked out the group. But really that was just your over thinking. You hesitantly pointed the gun towards a specific walker Rick remaining silent as he observed you fingertips lightly brushing against the handle of his own gun it was just engraved into his mind to constantly do just in case he had to pull it on anyone or anything at any point. You couldn’t ever be too careful… you glanced back at him momentarily he was hard to read, you then looked forward again steadying your breath as you attempted it. And with one last deep breath you pulled the trigger the bullet flying through the air and zipping straight past the walkers a silent cuss leaving your lips as you shook your head embarrassed. “Not bad.” Rick spoke calmly, as if noting your anxious state and how you seemed to be slightly apprehensive about shooting the gun. He took a step towards you stopping beside you “have you ever shot a gun before?” He questioned and you glanced at him before shaking your head “no. I didn’t like using guns when the world was normal…” you murmur nervously and he only nods. “That’s understandable” he soon comments “I was a sheriff in Atlanta before all of this.” Rick began talking, your eyes snapping back towards him as you listened to him silently admiring him his jaw slightly clenching every now and then his baby blue eyes holding many memories within them. His eyes moved to look at you “so I was all involved in guns and protecting myself and my people.” He spoke as if trying to make you more comfortable. Opening up little by little…

“My wife…. She hated the thought of our son using guns. She refused to let him near them. Even when I offered to train him up for if anything ever happened she wouldn’t let him… even when the world went to shit… she wouldn’t let him touch a gun…” he analysed you as he spoke “until I convinced her enough… I wish I had held back slightly..” he swallowed thickly glancing down at the ground as he remembered the thought of Carl shooting his own mum. If Rick hadn’t of taught him how to shoot a gun then would Carl of shot Lori? It was a question left for speculation. No one truly knew. But Rick did feel guilt when he thought on it really hard… that’s why he tried to push it all down. Keeping it all at the back of his brain. “So I get where you’re coming from. But knowing how to shoot a gun now is… something we all need.” He spoke simply turning his back to you momentarily before he pulled his own gun out the sun reflecting off of the metal slightly making it glint every now and then “just copy my stance alright.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he put one foot forwards the other foot remaining in place almost as if he was bracing himself before he held the gun with two hands— one on the handle and trigger the other cupping it slightly as if to keep it stable. “Holding with both hands isn’t absolutely necessary but holding it with both hands keeps your focus and hands from shaking.” Rick explained and you nodded watching as he shot the gun the bullet immediately piercing the skull of the dead as it collapsed onto the ground. “Your turn.”

He spoke before backing away, and you exhaled shakily breathing in sharply as you attempted to copy his exact positioning slowly raising your gun until it was eye level with you both your hands steadying the gun “like this?” You murmured nervously Rick moving to your side his hands grabbing onto your elbow slightly “tilt” he suggested calmly making you tilt your arm ever so slightly before he moved behind you resting your hands on your shoulders knowing the force of the gun was far too powerful sometimes. He kept his hands on your shoulders “focus…” he advised gently and you nodded focusing as hard as you could. You inhaled sharply lining up the gun more straight before pulling the trigger the bullet piercing through a walkers shoulder “good. You’re getting there.” Rick praised before he reached forwards grabbing onto your hands as he positioned your hands more correctly “just remember they’re dead. Okay?” He spoke almost as if reading your mind. Knowing that you were struggling with the fact that these were once human beings. Just like you and him. “But they…” you swallowed thickly not knowing how to describe it, Rick maintaining eye contact with you “look at it this way y/n…. They don’t feel anything. They only have one job and one job only. Successfully get the food they’re constantly searching for. It’s a cycle… a painful cycle. If you shoot them you’re putting them out of their misery right?” He was right and eventually you nodded. You still needed to detach the people from the actual walkers and whom they once were but that would be a learning curve. “Alright shoot.” He spoke and you took a deep breath before squinting your eyes and once steadying your hands you shot the gun the smell of gunpowder growing stronger but you didn’t mind. You watched as the bullet pierced into the dead’s skull as it collapsed to the ground,

“Good. Again.” He spoke. The sun was starting to set and Rick knew it wouldn’t be long before more walkers started arriving. You then lined up the gun again before shooting the bullet again successfully hitting the Walker square in the head. You continued doing this over and over again until the clouds had turned a deep orangey colour rain specs starting to fall upon you and him “you did great.” Rick spoke with a faint smile “you’re going to be a pro at this soon enough. Gonna put us to shame.” He murmured nudging you playfully and you couldn’t help but smile slightly “thank you… could we do this again tomorrow?” Rick nodded slightly “sure. I’ll get you up at 7 am sharp.” He spoke and you nodded smiling as you began walking back towards the main area of the prison with him. “After all practice makes perfect.” He chuckled out lightly you could tell that helping you practice had alleviated something off of his shoulders and mind… and the same was said for you.

You walked inside with him some people eating some food and others already sleeping “I’m going to go to my cell.” You murmured and Rick nodded “goodnight. Sleep well. If you need anything just shout.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he began walking away. “Rick..” you spoke, making him stop as he turned to look at you Judith being handed to him as he held onto her securely his free hand skilfully putting his gun back onto safety “thank you. Seriously. Uh… you saved a girls life.” You spoke, Rick looking slightly confused but appreciative. “I lost my people. To the walkers…. I was close to just waiting for another herd to come take me down… you and your people gave me a reason to live.” The look on ricks face was difficult to read but he looked grateful, happy and somewhat relieved all at once. “Glad you’re still with us, y/n.” He gave you a nod lips curling up into a small smile. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave you another curt nod before turning around tending to his daughter and you silently watched him before retreating back to your bunk a small sad smile forming on your lips— grateful for him and his people who had given you a reason to survive. You got into your bunk laying down as you began getting comfortable until you heard a slight creek before the familiar teenage boy was hanging over the top bunk “hey y/n” Carl spoke cowboy hat barely staying on and you smiled tiredly at him “hey.” He then disappeared momentarily before coming back continuing to dangle off the bed “don’t fall…” you warned with a tired smile and he only smiled holding out a red packeted chocolate bar for you to take. “Just in case you were hungry.” He spoke not letting up until you had taken it from him before he laid back down on the top bunk “thanks carl.” You spoke hearing the sound of pages turning and you smiled knowing he was reading his comic… what a thoughtful boy… a thoughtful group whom you didn’t deserve in the slightest. But you knew they’d continue over and over again giving you a reason to live.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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The devil and I

Tw’s: blood, gore, near SA

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of where joes group hold rick at gunpoint but instead of it being michonne and Carl it’s the reader, Carl and rick? And they try to hurt y/n. If you’re comfortable with that? Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took me forever- i binged twd all over again so I’ve got inspiration to write this scene… legit my love for Rick is only growing🥲❤️ note: I am not following the scene so words will not be the same and actions will not be the same. Edit: this has been sat in my drafts for ages I forgot to post it so apologies. (Daryl not included in this version sorry!)

A/N: literally if Rick protected me like this I would legit fold. 😭

Safety was always something no one took for granted yet whenever you took safety for granted even for a split second everything went terribly wrong… exactly like this moment. You were now stood with your hands up in surrender Rick stood beside you and Carl in the car asleep. You listened to the cruel man as he began talking, blaming Rick— going on a tangent about how Rick was going to pay with his life. It made you feel sick to your stomach your fearful eyes locking onto Rick who was clearly watching you out of his peripheral one of his hands inches away from grabbing his pistol his other hand raised. “You think you’re all that?” His voice was sarcastic “well let me tell you somethin’ you killed our friend! That means we’ve gotta kill you! Start with the girl…” his cold eyes moved to look at you, eyes scanning up and down your body tongue lightly licking against his lower lip as he smirked “then we’ll kill you.” His eyes snapped back to Rick who looked infuriated to say the least. “It was my fault okay? Don’t- don’t get my people involved” he spat out. “Don’t? Oh you should’ve thought about that before killing my men!” He yelled making you flinch, immediately making his attention return to you as he suddenly turned his gun on you ricks eyes narrowing as he clenched his jaw,

“Hey! Keep the gun on me. On me.” Rick demanded, Joe looking at him with annoyance “you think you have fuckin’ control in this situation? Well buddy you’re wrong. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” Jesus Christ this guy needed to take a chill pill. Your body trembled as the gun remained pointed at you, Rick too being held at gun point by another man as the other men in the group began searching around— the chubby one finding Carl, beginning to sniff him out in a crude horrible way your eyes wide as you watched the man do the unthinkable… this was sick! “Leave him be!” Rick yelled referring to Carl, Joe only laughing. He could’ve stopped his men from touching Carl.. pinning him down but he didn’t. He seemed to find it amusing. You watched with wide eyes until eventually you couldn’t cope anymore, making a drastic decision as you attempted to sprint over to Carl only for one of the skinner men to kick out his foot making you trip as you landed face first in the mud. “Well that was a dumb decision wasn’t it sweetheart!” You breathed heavily hearing Rick struggle slightly “don’t do anything to them— fuck! Don’t touch them! They didn’t do anything. It was all me! Leave them be!” Rick raised his voice desperately but despite that Joe didn’t listen, only mocking Rick further.

That’s when you felt a hand grab you, swiftly turning you over as you watched the tall man come down to straddle your waist— grubby hand grabbing your jaw as he got a good look at you. “Joe she’s a pretty one. Might keep her!” The man laughed out evilly Rick’s cold pale blue eyes glaring straight into the back of the man’s head his hands clenched by his side as he tried to breathe normally the fury on his face clearer than anything. He was about to snap… about to do something wrong… but these men couldn’t just do this. His eyes slid to the fat man who was now loosening his belt, ricks heart dropping into his stomach. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled averting ricks gaze back to you, watching you fight the man off attempting to push him away only for him to grab your wrists and pin them above your head “don’t touch her! Get your filthy hands off of her” he demanded, Joe taking that as a advantage more than anything knowing Rick seeing his people being hurt would cause him more pain… but unbeknownst to Joe it would also spur him on to doing something else in retaliation. “Hey— turn her around so he can see her face.” Joe laughed out, the man holding you down quickly obeying a sick grin on his lips as he forced you onto the floor— Rick now stood where you could see him but because you were laying on the ground he was upside down. Tears clung to your eyelashes as you stared at him in fear the terror clear. “You can take what you want! Just stop it. Stop this!” Rick demanded but it fell upon deaf ears. The men didn’t care. Rick watched as the man holding you began cutting your T-shirt off until you were exposed- leaving you in your bra and jeans.

“Well would you look at that… ya convinced yet?” He spoke to Joe as if asking whether they could keep you now. Joe only smirked and you watched in horror as the man began cutting your bra off, ricks eyes fleeing to look at Carl again the man pressing a knife to the young boys skin ricks head aching, his vision spinning, before he acted in complete panic and need to save you both as he abruptly head butted Joe making a bullet fly into the air— hitting one of joe’s men straight in the head knocking him unconscious immediately. The smell of gunpowder swirled in the air and you quickly kicked the man in the balls, watching him attempt to ease the pain only for him to pin you down again as you struggled barely registering what Rick had done, the familiar metallic scent of blood making you look over at him momentarily as your body continued to desperately fight…. Rick had bitten a huge chunk of flesh out of joe’s neck… clearly tearing an artery… your breath hitched as Rick stormed towards the two of you his beard coated in blood before he roughly stood the man up, shoving his gun onto his chin “give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger.” Rick growled out, but didn’t even wait as he pulled the trigger— it was violent… vicious… merciless.. you watched with wide eyes as Rick didn’t even tend to you, yet, instead moving toward the fat man who was now up hands raised attempting to desperately save his own life. You weakly scurried towards Carl, grabbing him and holding him close as the boy gripped onto you, a shadow of terror in his eyes… he was traumatised… you knew what Rick was going to do. He was going to end this man’s life in the most horrific way for touching his son and so you quickly but gently helped Carl get into the car, your head turning just in time to watch a sharp hunting knife be shoved into the man’s stomach— the jagged teeth immediately sinking into his flesh as Rick began dragging the knife upwards… literally gutting the man like a fish.

You watched with wide eyes your breath hitching, Rick keeping the man held up as he stared into his eyes watching how the life drained from him little by little and as the man slumped Rick began violently stabbing the man over and over and over again. Your eyes filled with terror. You hadn’t seen Rick like this before… never… he was so composed but obviously and rightfully so he acted like this correctly. You would too if it was your child. But you were also traumatised from also nearly being sexually assaulted. Your brain wasn’t entirely working and so you shakily got into the car and began comforting Carl your face twisted with pain and other emotions that couldn’t quite be deciphered… you were unsure with what you felt… you were confused… desperate for comfort but you knew Carl needed it more than you at the moment. You silently pulled a blanket over him in an attempt to sooth him, your fingers beginning to run through his hair gently.

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You weren’t sure how long had passed but it was now daylight, the sun breaking through the clouds. You were sat near the car a numb expression on your face, your head bowed your body covered in blood and dirt hands trembling slightly. You were still shirtless, bra hanging on by only one strap but that was the least of your worries. You barely noticed as the familiar boots came into view, the man soon sitting beside you your eyes catching onto his hands covered in dried blood his wedding ring coated in the crimson liquid your eyes remaining locked on it momentarily before you looked away again. “Are you okay?” Those words left his lips so compassionately yet you could hear the tiredness in his voice. He didn’t need someone else to worry about.

“Fine.” You murmured back tiredly ricks eyes boring into you as he studied you carefully, he was an ex sheriff for gods sake he wasn’t dumb… he could sniff a lie out immediately. But really was anyone okay nowadays? “Hey” he reached his hand out grabbing onto your hand gently his grip tender and you slowly looked at him feeling gross. You could still feel the man’s hands on your body… groping you. “He touched me rick.” You whimpered feeling pathetic but you trusted him. Deeply. You knew you could talk to him without being judged. “I can feel his hands everywhere.” Tears stung your eyes as finally a few trailed down your cheeks leaving pale marks down your mud covered cheeks, Rick didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He however didn’t think much on it, instead giving your hand a squeeze. “I won’t let that happen ever again. Im sorry y/n.” He spoke tenderly and you glanced at him tired eyes locking with his and you only shook your head. “Not your fault.” You assured calmly yet emotionally, Rick didn’t speak for a moment or two before he eventually stood up. You believed he was going to leave but much to your surprise you watched as he removed his jacket, extending a hand out towards you as you slowly and timidly grabbed his hand. He pulled you up carefully before helping you put the jacket on, and once it was over you he leaned down slightly grabbing the ends of the jacket as he zipped it up for you until the zip dangled just below your neck before he stood back up. “We’ll get moving as soon as Carl is awake. Don’t want to risk running into anymore folk like that…” he spoke and you nodded silently, expecting him to walk off which he did at first before pausing turning to look at you “again I’m sorry.” He paused momentarily before walking back to you and much to your gratefulness and surprise he pulled you in for an abrupt hug, holding you for a solid 50 seconds before he pulled away hands resting on your shoulders “we’ll be alright.” He reassured searching your eyes that held doubt and worry and you gulped heavily before nodding. He then pulled away, “Rick” you murmured shakily making him pause as he looked back at you “pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him watching as he glanced down at your pinky outstretched for his and he smiled slightly before nodding, stepping back towards you his pinky locking with yours “I pinky promise that we’ll be alright y/n.” He spoke whilst looking into your eyes. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you or carl ever again.” The look in his eyes saying that much… he was going to protect you and his family until his last dying breath.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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Could you do an abused! Reader with negan, Daryl, or Rick

Time to heal

Trigger warnings: verbal abuse, little descriptions of physical. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please read at your own discretion.

Synopsis: Simon had always been odd, but even to Negan. Yet that weirdness soon turns into absolute terror as Negan witnesses Simon hitting his girlfriend: you. On closer inspection he realises it goes deeper than just words and actions… he was abusing you and Negan wouldn’t let that happen on his watch.

“I told you to fucking listen to me y/n.” The older man spat out, staring at you as if you were the most disgusting human being he had come across. His face was screwed up with anger, twisting and morphing into something straight out of a horror movie. “Simon… just-“ “NO.” He yelled straight in your face shoving you back against the fence, gaining multiple walkers attention as well as a few saviours. You let out a shaky breath, this was normal for you now…. Simon taking you to this horrific place and shoving you against the gate scaring you with the fact that you could get “eaten” by a Walker in the inclosed safety. Simon was manipulating you and you were fed up of it…. But unbeknownst to you another person was fed up of it as well: Negan.

Negan had been told by multiple saviours of the trouble Simon was putting you through. Negans main concern was always his people and so negan put it at the top of his priorities…. He watched from the window as Simon yelled and screamed at you. Each and every day. The man had seriously let himself go… and Negan was going to shut that shit down.

“Simon you’re scaring me.” You spoke anxiously and he glared at you “like I care! Good riddance y/n, I’m so fucking glad you’re terrified of me.” He spat out voice only raising louder and louder the groaning behind you getting louder and you squeezed your eyes shut Simon going on another mindless rampage as he squeezed a hand around your throat “you’re a bitch. A low life bitch. I wish I never met your pathetic ass you fucking whore!” You felt your windpipe being crushed and you honestly thought it was your time…… all until the tight grip loosened and you heard the sound of the cobbled stones being kicked around your eyes fluttering open as you watched the man himself fight your toxic boyfriend…. Both men punching at each other… like two fucking wild animals.

Your breath hitched as you watched in fear your shaky hand coming up to cover against your mouth as you stared in genuine horror as both men fought harder and harder, Negan soon shoving Simon away harshly a cruel smirk on his lips as Simon panted. “Oh Simon who knew you could be so horrible… to your own girlfriend.” Negans head moved to look at you momentarily “have you seen how terrified you make her? Or are you that sick that you like that hm?” Simon glared at Negan, he had already been caught so why act like everything’s okay when it’s not. “You’re snooping in business that isn’t yours.” Simon laughed out and negan clenched his jaw “this is in fact my business. You’re making someone in my line of family, in the saviors… unhappy… you’re hurting her. You’re treating her like shit. And that shit is about to fucking stop.” Negan kicked Simon in the face abruptly watching him fall to the ground gripping his face in pain but he clambered up attempting to fight Negan some more again.

“Stop it please!” You cried out watching Negan begin to strangle Simon “Negan please! You’re going to kill him!” your hands trembled further as your breathing became heavy, your lungs not being able to get enough air as your face drained of colour and Negan despite being a cruel man paused to look at you seeing you panting struggling to get your breath, yet you couldn’t even focus on that your vision going blurry. It was all so much… all too much… you had to leave. You had to go. But even when you attempted to walk you tumbled sideways, catching yourself on the gate. “Alec” Negan called in a demanding tone “take Simon to solitary.” He demanded, no questions being asked as instead Simon was dragged up the stairs and away from you and negan.

“Y/n” negan spoke walking towards you slowly “stay away!” You yelled Negan stopping as he raised his hands above his head, your vision blurry- you fearing it was Simon before everything went silent your ears ringing before the world went black. Negan watched as your body plummeted towards the ground and he sprung into action catching you before you hit the ground “shit.” He muttered before shaking his head, hauling you up into his arms holding you bridal style before he carried you inside again “you’re okay y/n… you’re safe.” He murmured to you not sure whether you could hear or not.

A few hours passed and you awoke in a warm room, your body jolting as you heard movement beside you turning to see Negan— shirtless, a slight smile appearing on his handsome face “y/n..” “hi..” you murmured nervously “hi. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He assured “where’s Simon.” Negan only shook his head “that’s not for you to worry about.” He slowly reached a hand out touching your cheek lightly “just try and rest. You’re safe now.” He spoke and you nodded laying back down attempting to sleep again but so much was on your mind…

“Why?” You soon whispered watching Negans eyes open tiredly again and he peered at you “you’re gonna need to be more specific than that sweetheart.” He grumbled

“Why’d you help me?” You asked and he stared silently “no woman and no one for that matter deserves to be abused by someone who’s on a power trip.” He murmured to you simply “now go to sleep.” He didn’t specify but it made you feel like there was something more to it than under the surface. You stayed quiet for a while before sighing gently “thank you.” You whispered only hearing a hum from him, before his arm slinked around your waist- that being an answer in itself. He would do it all over again to make sure you were okay… despite harbouring his feelings for you. He just wanted you to be okay.

I know this isn’t the best but I’ll be happy to make a part two!(:

#twd #comfort #the walking dead imagine #y/n x negan #negan #negan x scared reader #negan twd #twd negan #the walking dead negan #negan imagine #negan fanfiction #negan x you

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We are the ones who live

Hi loves! So sorry for being away for so long. This imagine has been sitting in my drafts for a whole year but I hope it’s okay… hope you’ve all been keeping well! Love you all! Don’t forget to send in requests!!

Tw: mention of attempted suicide but nothing in detail.

Surviving the apocalypse was one thing but surviving in it and kicking ass was another. But today was one of those days where everything was going wrong. Your feet silently lead you through the broken building, clambering up the stairs as silently as possible your eyes searching around. You had gone on a run with Maggie, rick and Daryl and a herd of walkers had forced you all to split. Even now a herd abruptly creeping up on you was incredibly out of the blue. “HELP!” A sudden yell came from the top floor of the building and you without even hesitating sprinted up the stairs glass crunching under your shoes before you barged through the door and to the roof seeing two hands clawing at the top of the roof attempting to cling on… what the hell? You quickly and mindlessly walked towards the hands worried that it was a Walker who just hadn’t let go but as you got closer you noticed the familiar brunette. “Maggie—“ you gasped immediately dropping to your knees and grabbing onto her wrists, hers fingers a pale white colour from how hard she was holding on as she panted “y/n… I- I you can let me go… i—“ “no. Enough.” You kept a tight grip on her wrists ignoring the fact that your palms which had grown clammier were not helping keep a grip on her.

You attempted to pull her up with all your strength but it was frankly impossible, having no food or energy in either of your systems it was a recipe for disaster. “Y/n I’m telling you to let go of me.” Maggie begged but you only shook your head. “No.” You spat out Maggie gazing at you sadly before she began slightly moving clearly attempting to get you to let go and suddenly her wrists slipped from your grasp and as if your life flashed before your eyes you without hesitating threw yourself towards her, hand luckily grasping onto Maggie’s forearm you almost all the way off the building— the drop down terrifying. Paralysing. But you kept a tight grip on her “we’re the ones who live Maggie. This is suicide!” You growled out glaring into her eyes. She was being selfish. You kept a tight grip on her wrist— even if you let go of her you would fall face first down due to her weight not evening you out anymore. “Maggie we’re both surviving this.” You said simply your jaw clenched as your arm throbbed slightly your shoulder feeling like it was about to dislocate but you didn’t care. “What the fuck even happened?” You questioned the look on Maggie’s face saying it all… had she tried to commit suicide? You shook your head keeping a tight grip on her until suddenly out of nowhere you felt hands grabbing at your ankles

“What the hell happened?” A rough voice spat out. Rick. Relief swarmed around you “rick don’t pull me back.. Maggie” you choked out being slightly winded from the pressure you had to keep Maggie alive Daryl peering down “rick keep a grip on y/n… I’ve got Maggie.” Daryl said fearlessly, examining the situation before him before finally noticing the building Maggie was dangling from had windows and window ledges. Not big but big enough. He shrugged his crossbow off of his shoulder tossing it on the ground before he easily swung off the edge tiptoeing against the windowsill “Maggie give me your hand. Trust me.” And slowly Maggie agreed grabbing onto Daryl’s hand as he swiftly pulled her close to him, awkwardness there but more pushed down as he quickly helped her return to the roof before he clambered up himself. Rick kept a tight grip on your ankles before he eventually began pulling you back onto the roof until you were flat against the surface again, panting from fear, being face to face with death. A different kind of death like falling to your death was terrifying… rick helped you stand and wasted no time in pulling you in for a tight hug closing his eyes in relief gripping onto you tightly as you held onto him just as tight trembling from adrenaline and fear “don’t do something like that ever again.” He murmured into your ear as he cupped the back of your head not letting you go and you only nodded not being able to promise anything knowing you’d risk your life over and over again for those you love. Eventually you pulled back from rick before hugging Maggie tightly knowing you’d have to keep an eye on her for some time…

“Best get going before we get swarmed.” Daryl grumbled not wanting to disrupt the reunion but he knew damn well the walkers could walk stairs if they really wanted to. Everyone else seemed to agree and Rick placed a hand on the small of your back “Maggie in front with Daryl” he demanded so he could keep an eye on you both before he lead you down the stairs “what was she doing?” He questioned to you quietly and you only shrugged truly not knowing, rick nodding in understanding. “I’ll keep an eye on her.” He murmured keeping his hand on the small of your back and you nodded smiling slightly. No matter how many days passed in the apocalypse you would forever be grateful for being so lucky to have Rick in your life.

I know this was short sorry! Trying to get back into writing!! Send in requests pls!!!

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