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ghostboneswrites2 · 16 days

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I FINISHED TWD AGAIN AND 💔💔SPOILER 🚨 💔💔💔 daryls wife reader is rositas bestfriend everyone is content then rosita reveals to her that she got bit she crumbles screaming crying while daryl just holds her and later she goodbyes rosita

At Peace

Warnings: sad, grief, TWD typical content, character death, spoiler

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It was a long day full of death, carnage, and the not-so-rare running for your life shebang you had all grown used to in this new world. The dinner, though, that was nice. It was convivial and bright, even in the dimly lit dining room. People laughed, joked, conversed, passed happy grins between each other as if nothing could go wrong.

You were the first to notice something was off with Rosita. She masked it well, smiling and pitching in, planting sweet kisses on Gabriel’s cheek every so often. Still, something in her eyes was reserved, sad, sentimental. There was a peacefulness about her, though, like whatever it was, she accepted it.

It seemed to go unnoticed by the others. For you, though, it was plain as daylight beaming down on you. That was the thing about best friends; nothing went unnoticed. Except, something had gone unnoticed, much earlier in the day. Something you could have never seen coming. Something you’d never stop grieving over for all your years of life to come.

You were painfully aware of Gabriel squeezing her hand and mouthing to her, ‘What’s wrong?’

You watched with scrutiny as she leaned in and whispered something to him, unable to read her lips regardless of how hard you concentrated on them.

Whatever it was, Gabriel was mortified. The worry that washed over his features quickly caught the attention of the others. That was when she announced it.

“All things considered, I’ve had a good life. Kicked lots of ass. I’m glad I got that. Not a lot of people did, and they all deserved it just as much as any of us.”

Everyone looked confused at this sudden outburst of sentimentality, until she stood and revealed her bite. A hideously neat and perfect double crescent of teeth, already turning the flesh around it all sorts of unnatural hues. Time froze for you. Daryl was the only one to look your way and scan your features for a reaction. You were close to her. Real close. Inseparable. You were there for years by her side, during the birth of her children, through the losses she felt. And there you were, experiencing the loss of her, and it took you longer than most to allow that to set in.

From the moment you laid eyes on that horrible, rotten imprint of even more horrible and rotten teeth, time froze, but only for you. People moved and spoke around you, Rosita was taken to her bed, and the world kept spinning, while you sat frozen in place. Daryl saw all of that, and he understood it. Your eyes were empty and wide, glued to a random flaw in the fabric of the tablecloth.

By the time it had really registered, you were outside, clutching your chest, hyperventilating. You heard a door open and shut from behind you, but it felt too distant to pay it any mind. You collapsed, fully expecting the impact of the ground beneath you, but instead you were gripped tightly by a strong pair of arms. You didn’t care to see who it was. You just let it go, sobbing and coughing and wailing out inhumane sounds. You’d hear the occasional hush from behind you, soft and sweet like a mother cooing her child to sleep on a fussy night.

You were overwhelmed, breaking down, falling apart. All these years by her side and you’d forgot how to function without you witty, sarcastic, drop-dead gorgeous, downright badass best friend. You admired her, went to her for guidance, centered a large part of your life around her. That’s what best friends did.

Somewhere along the way, in your sniffling, groveling mess, you did realize it was Daryl behind you. Your relationship with the man was complex and largely unspoken. A few drunken nights alone in the woods, naked against each other, sweaty and carefree. Otherwise, it was usually a passing glance or a lingering gaze, a simple nod communicating all that needed to be said. In that moment, though, he held you together and let you melt into him until you could control your heart a little bit.

Eventually you pushed yourself to your feet and dusted yourself off, wiping tears away from your flustered cheeks with haste.

“I have to say goodbye.” You reasoned. He agreed, silently, with the aforementioned nod. He led you inside to where she laid comfortably in white sheets with fluffy pillows underneath the cascade of her dark silky hair. Gabriel looked at you when you came in with dad, tired eyes. He smiled at you and squeezed her hand, needing to offer no explanation when he left the room to allow you your final moments alone with her.

At first it felt like your shoes had been welded to the floor. You had to break your legs out of the invisible steel bindings in order to move them forward and plant yourself in the chair beside her bed. She smiled at you with knowing eyes. Anything you came to say didn’t need to be said, at least, not for her to know the truth behind it. You needed to say it, though, for closure, if that was even a real thing anymore.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You choked out. She reached over and took your hand in hers.

“Yeah. I’m hard to live without.” She joked. You uttered something like laughter and a sob. “You got this, girl. You’re too strong to fall apart.”

“You make me strong.” You insisted. She shook her head. She still looked so beautiful, even as pale as she was, with those dark circles around her eyes and thin sheen of sweat caking her cheeks.

“No, we all make each other strong. They’ll make you strong enough to get through this, just like we all have for each other all these years.” She assured you. You shook your head.

“Who the fuck am I gonna talk to every day? Nobody knows me like you.” Your lip quivered.

Rosita glanced to a looming figure in the doorway, stuff and awkward and brooding. Messy hair swept over his eyes, dark clothes, muddy boots. He smirked.

“I can think of somebody who wouldn’t mind listening to your voice all day, every day.” She soothed. In your state of grief, the comment flew over your head. Later, though, you’d surely figure it out, Rosita figured.

“I just can’t believe it.” You went on.

“You can.” She insisted. “You have to. And you have to know that I’m okay. I’m at peace.”

Her health seemed to drastically decline after that statement. It was like she had to say it, that she was at peace, before her soul was willing to let go of her body. Gabriel rushed in with her babies and made sure they got that last bit of time with her. Daryl gently ushered you out of the room, so that whoever had to make that final call wouldn’t be doing it in front of you.

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enid-rhees · 10 months

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Rosita Espinosa Dating HCS (Fem!Reader)

A/N: these are just cute little things i’d think happen in a relationship w/ Rosita 🫶🏻 reminder that requests are open! if you’d like to request, read pinned!

warnings: bit of nsfw

Rosita is extremely protective over you

not really in a jealous way or anything, but she has the instinct to keep you safe from anything that might come your way

if you need to go on a run, she goes with every time to make sure you’re safe

BUT

she can get jealous

you both know that you’re hers and she’s yours

but that doesn’t prevent her from getting jealous when someone gets a little too close to you

she’ll give subtle hints to that person though

putting a hand on your thigh and keeping a firm grip on it

she’ll leave small kisses on your face and neck

speaking of that

Rosita LOVES to leave hidden marks around your body

on your thighs, down your chest, she enjoys the thrill of no one knowing

but if someone has truly pissed her off by getting too close to you, she lets them know you’re hers

dragging you back to your bedroom and letting your moans fill the room

ANYWAYS BEFORE I GET CARRIED AWAY

stealing each other’s clothes >>>>

“isn’t that my flannel?�� “…no.”

you steal her clothes a lot

a lot

she started doing it to get back at you and now it’s a thing you guys just do

you both like to go out and find a nice hidden place in the woods

you’ll sit there for hours with each other

sometimes you guys don’t really talk, instead you just take in each other’s presence and appreciate it.

her biggest fear is losing you, so she’ll do anything to have all the time in the world with you

her love language is definitely quality time ^^^^

y’all are such a badass couple though

badass gfs who kill things together >>>

everyone knows not to fuck with you guys

she married you a year after you started your relationship

one day on a run she found an abandoned jewelry store

she saw the most gorgeous diamond ring that reminded her of you

so she took it home with her and did it right then and there

nicknames aren’t a huge thing

occasionally she calls you “love” or “sweetheart”

but istg anytime she says it it makes u weak in the knees

she is your biggest defender obvs

if someone yells at you she will give them hell until they apologize for it

she lets you do her hair in different styles.

you love how long and wavy it got and you like to spend your mornings brushing it for her and trying out cute new styles of ponytails or buns

tbh she’ll let you do anything to her

she’s so whipped for u it’s crazy

“god he’s annoying. i’m gonna kill him.” “please don’t kill him, Ro.” “okay 🥰🥰”

LIKE ???

she just loves u so much and is not afraid to let anyone know that

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita espinosa x reader #rosita espinosa smut #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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carlsdarling · 10 months

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Niagara Falls

The hasty end of a barbecue. Carl x Y/N. Everyone is 18 or over. Basically plot, then sex.

English is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes. I tried this just for fun, lemme know if you like it!

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (male receiving) unprotected sex

As it was often the case, there was a barbecue that summer evening in Alexandria. Daryl and Rosita had killed several deer the day before. You sat with Carl on a fallen log while meat roasted over the fire pit in front of you. You had been together for a while, but it was only recently that you began to show your affection for each other even in public. Carl leaned in to kiss you slightly on the lips.

As always, even the lightest touch from him electrified you and chased a shiver of excitement through your body. Groaning softly, you began to cover his neck with kisses, making Carl inhale heavily. "Y/N, what are you doing?" he whispered in a raspy voice, and your hand moved to his knee to stroke him there.

"Carl, I want you," you whispered in his ear. „I want you so badly.“

He took your hand. "Then let's go." Hastily you walked to the house he lived in with Rick, Michonne and Judith; all three were still at the barbecue.

No sooner had Carl closed the door behind you than you were kissing wildly, your fingers fumbling with Carl's belt. "Fuck me, Carl," you begged. Niagara Falls was already flowing between your legs; Carl always had that effect on you, his look, his lean body, his hair, his smell, you became wet and wanting within seconds.

"To my room," he ordered and pushed you up the stairs. Once there, you couldn't wait to tear each other's clothes off and dropped onto the bed. As always, the mere sight of Carl's cock excited you even more, it was big, especially for such a slender boy, precum dripping from the tip.

"Oh, God, Carl," you murmured before sliding his length into your mouth and sucking him off. His salty taste and musky scent made you lose your mind.

Carl arched his back with a moan and curled his fingers into your hair. You soon let go of him though, you didn't want him to cum just yet; you wanted to feel him inside you, so you lay down next to him on your back and looked at him with glazed, hazy eyes. "Carl, please," you moaned again. Carl searched frantically in his nightstand for a condom as you kissed his shoulder and pressed against him, whimpering. "Hurry up, please" you urged him, spreading your legs invitingly so he could see your wet pussy. "Come to me right now."

"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned, giving up his search for a condom, hovering over you, lying down on top of you and playfully touching your entrance with his tip.

You almost cum right away and grit your teeth. Carl had that effect on you - most of the time you were already orgasming as soon as he penetrated you, but it didn't matter because it was usually one orgasm after another. "Put it in," you said breathlessly, stroking his back demandingly as he pushed his entire length inside you, crying out in pleasure. "Please! Carl! Oh, please, yes," you clawed your fingernails into his back and his buttocks as he speeded up and intensified his thrusts, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

"You're so wet, it's wonderful," he moaned in your ear, and it was obvious he was close. He tried to pull his cock out, but you wrapped your arms and legs tightly around him.

"No, please, come inside me," you begged, "Please, Carl, I want all of you." You wanted to feel his warm cum inside you, feel it filling you and flowing out of you afterwards. Badass Carl's cum.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N, I'm cumming so hard," Carl moaned. He gasped and fucked you harder and faster until he came with a yelp. The wetness between your legs increased as he shot his load into you.

With hearts pounding and all sweaty, you remained lying close together, kissing and caressing each other, until Carl's weight became too heavy for you and he pulled out of you to lie beside you. He looked lovingly at you with his one ocean blue eye, his bandage had slipped, and you tenderly stroked the edges of the scar you loved as much as anything else about him with your left thumb. "We'd better be careful," Carl worried in light of the fact that you were having unprotected sex. "But I often don't manage to put on a condom when you're lying next to me begging and your pussy is already dripping and I'm so fucking hot for you," he confessed.

„I love feeling you without a condom," you purred, stroking his hair. You didn't find the thought of getting pregnant by Carl so bad.

#carl grimes smut #carl fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #the walking dead #niagarafalls #twd #carl grimes fanfiction

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lilgoblinbitch · 17 days

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rosita espinosa headcanons

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18+ mdni, nsfw

anon: "hellooo i hope youre doing amazing! i saw your writing for rosita now and wanted to ask if you could do some hcs for her?? sfw or nsfw or both, whatever you’re up for :)"

a/n: absolutely! here is a mix of sfw and nsfw, and a moodboard to go with it ❤︎₊ ⊹

your bond with rosita grew after siddiq's death; you were there for her the most when she needed it. you were friends before that, but after the birth of her daughter it turned into more. you just got her, like no one else ever could.

you love, love, LOVE to do her hair. you were actually the one to encourage her to grow it out so that you could practice different braid styles or put cute bows in it whenever you had date nights.

rosita and eugene taught you everything you needed to know about survival; eugene with the science and rosita with the fight training. they were your first best friends in the apocalypse.

rosita gets jealous often. you're known to be sweet when you wanna, and sometimes men like to take that as an advantage. she's always there to let them know you're hers. but you remind her later on how much you love her through physical intimacy late in the evening ;)

you do the same for her, too. even though she's a certified badass you still feel the need to step in front of her when a scumbag makes a sexist or vulgar comment. the two of you aren't afraid to kick a man in the balls or shins, or elbow them to the ground.

the two of you are like assassins together out in the world. whatever weapon you're wielding that day, you kick ass. so does she (i mean, when does she not?)

you care for coco like she's your own daughter. and whenever rosita is exhausted from staying up all night taking care of the baby, you tell her to go back to bed and that you got this. she appreciates everything you do for coco.

that woman can kiss. her lips are so soft and she knows all the right spots on your neck to suck on and elicit whimpers from you.

rosita likes to take control sometimes, but so do you. you're both switches.

when she's in control, she likes to finger fuck you. she goes to work on your clit while sliding her fingers deep into your hole. her hands are magic. she loves eating you out, too. you're always moaning her name while she works her tongue around your folds, sucking and licking while rubbing on your sensitive bud. "gonna cum for me, love?" she'd say. and you'd cum several times, legs a shaking mess.

she tastes like heaven. you could eat her out for hours. she loves to tug on your hair and wrap her thighs around your neck while she grinds into your mouth.

when you're in control, you like to tease her just to see how far you can go. you suck and prod her tits while staring into her eyes, letting a finger tease her entrance and then when she has had enough she says "fuck me already, y/n!" and you start pushing your own clit against hers, plunging a finger into her hole as you continue your movements.

and rosita is vocal about how good you feel against her. you both are. you create beautiful melodies in the bedroom. one night she fucked you so well you couldn't hold in your guttural moans which came out more like shrieks, and she had to shush you as to not wake all of alexandria.

rosita is your best friend and your lover. you would do anything for her, and she would do anything for you.

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freefromthecocoon · 5 months

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"____ Came Back"--Part 1

So, I have a working theory about what Carol said on the radio to Daryl about "____ came back." This will be a lengthy post as there is a lot of history and context to cover.

My theory is that Dwight is who Carol was referring to. (Or Dwight and Sherry)

So, this entails some knowledge about the last season of Fear TWD and some major flashbacks to different seasons of TWD.

In Season 6, episode 6, "Always Accountable, " Daryl gets stranded in burnt out forest and gets held at gunpoint by Dwight which is where we first meet him, along with his wife Sherry (Honey) and her sister who is diabetic and depends on insulin. Daryl breaks free from them and takes the cooler from them, (not knowing at the time they have the insulin in it for Sherry's sister). Daryl tries to return the insulin to them, but they all get surrounded by the Saviors. Daryl realizes they are in a jam and tries to help them and offers them "sanctuary" in Alexandria, only to be double crossed by Dwight and Sherry at the end.

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Now, I am including this next clip, but it's Negan talking about Dwight to Daryl, so if you don't watch I understand...my those were dark times. But, it shows that Daryl is learning why Dwight has done the things he has and also Sherry.

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Negan continues to try to break Daryl, but Daryl is unbreakable and he and Dwight agree to disagree (I still say that Daryl would not kneel because of Carol and to protect his family).

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So, Dwight switches sides and Daryl almost kills him when Rosita presents him at ASZ. But Daryl ultimately lets him live. Dwight reminds Daryl that Sherry helped him escape the Sanctuary. But Sherry also escaped and left Dwight a goodbye note and now, Dwight wants Negan dead.

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So after the war...Daryl doesn't kill Dwight as he vowed to do to avenge Denise and his own torture and imprisonment...he releases Dwight with one instruction, "Find Her"

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So, Morgan crossed over to Fear at this point and now we will go into Dwight and Sherry's history on Fear.

Morgan had been on Fear for about a year at this point... This is when Dwight first appears... And yes John and June Dorie were beautiful and i hate that John died the way he did in Season 6.

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LIke I said John Dorie was a beautiful character and I love that June and John were the first people Dwight met.

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I will point out that later in Season 6 finale, John and June get married and Dwight gives them his and Sherry's rings. Sherry had not yet been found by Dwight.

Now I am including this next clip that has nothing to do with Caryl..but I adore John Dorie and he is such a badass here and I know it's OTT, but I love it. (Pre ZA, John worked for a "wild west" show and did gunfighting/trick shot demonstrations)

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Dwight and Morgan reunited.

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Dwight really got a chance to redeem himself on Fear and I loved his and Sherry's arc.

This reunion moment was everything. Al and Dwight were scouting for this group that had captured them (too much to go into here). Al was trying to find her soulmate and Dwight was helping her...when he finds Sherry. I loved EVERYTHING about this scene.

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So Sherry and Dwight go through some angst related to their Negan /Sanctuary PTSD. I won't share clips cause this thread is hella long already. Suffice it to say they worked through some of it and wound up with Sherry pregnant at the end of Season 7 after they survived a nuclear apocalypse (yeah, Fear got really lame in Season 7 and even in Season 8).

In Season 8 we had another timejump of around 7 years and the Padre villains let a walker bite Dwight and Sherry's son Finch so the villains could have June experiment for a cure to the virus (did I mention how lame it got). Dwight and Sherry had tried to help Morgan save Grace after she got bit and died when Morgan went back to Georgia to put down his walker wife and son. So they were all in Georgia.

Dwight and Sherry separate after Finch dies because they felt like they couldn't stay together.

This post will be continued in Part 2, lol.

#caryl #caryl positivity #caryl is endgame #twd #twd spoilers #carol peletier #daryl dixon #norman reedus #melissa mcbride #the book of carol #fear the walking dead #Dwight and Sherry #John and June #Youtube

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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I don't know if this is an odd request or not but Eugene x fem reader who's like Maggie's sister. And they get really close after they meet and it's super obvious that eugene is into the reader. And the night in 5x5 episode where GREATM is sleeping in the library eugene and reader are laying down next to the little fire they have going (eugene is laying on one side of it and reader is laying on the other side) and they are sitting and talking (mostly eugene rambling) and they end up sleeping together that night after everybody else goes to bed?

This sounds super fucking scattered and not that much detail but I hope you can do it. <3

Hold Me, Please;;

A/N: I spent a good hour trying to decode what "GREATM" meant before I realized it was "Glenn, Rosita, Eugene, Abraham, Tara, and Maggie". I am so sorry 😭🫶 but yeah I can do this! Not a big fan of Eugene, but he gives me an excuse to put nerdy stuff into fics LMAO Sorry if this isn't the best

Pairing: Eugene Porter x Fem!Reader (Maggies Sister)

Warnings: I was going to do smut but I got lazy sorry 😭🫶, making out, Maggie's Big Sister ModeTM Activates, Eugene is a fucking NERD, let me know if I need to add more!

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It was just the two of you up besides Glenn who was taking watch at the window for the next couple of hours. Maggie and Tara were asleep on the other side of the bookshelf to the left of you. Abraham and Rosita were asleep on the other side of the shelves to the right.

"Do they always fuck that loud?" You blurted, and Eugene could feel his face heating up. Not only did he just realize how intently he was staring at your face while you laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling, but you had also asked him a quite bizarre question. Maybe that's what he liked about you. How ruthless and random you were. He liked that you seemed to have zero shame when it came to asking about people you hardly knew. He wondered if you had always been that way, or if the hardness of the world had changed your personality.

"Well, not every night," he started, his fingers playing with a few strands of his hair while he lay on his side. His eyes fixated on the small can that still had some ambers within it. The little can that separates you from him.

"I mean, some nights they don't even. I reckon they're fighting those nights. Or something happens and they just don't have the time. Abe's always been quite obnoxious though. Sex or not, he wants the world to hear him it seems." He rambled, and you smiled over at Eugene with this smile that had his brain lagging. He swore he'd never felt this way toward anyone in his life. Sure, he'd steal glances from Rosita here and there. Plus, he liked how badass she was, but you? You felt so different from him. You had this sweet and silky demeanor to you. Like if he touched you all of his problems would vanish and he'd be enveloped in this warmth that only you could give him.

"Well, it's annoying," you snickered, rolling onto your side so you could face him. His eyes hesitantly flashed up to meet yours, and he swore that was his worst mistake of the night. Your eyes were so easy to get lost in. He wondered how you weren't spoken for with how drop-dead gorgeous you were.

"Did you game before this all started?" You asked, and he shook his head. Yet again having to pull his thoughts away from how distracting you were. "What?" He asked, and you giggled. The noise had his heart beating even faster in his chest. His eyes looking everywhere but at you. Terrified that if he looked at you then you would know what he was thinking.

"Did you play any video games before all of this?" He swallowed thickly at the question and tried to think of how to respond. You were treading on thin ice right now. Before you knew it you were going to have Eugene talking all night. He could never shut up when the topic of his special interests was brought up. It had his heart swelling at the fact that you wanted to know more about him.

"Well, I would like to consider myself a gamer. I wasn't the best with gaming chats, some people got too darn mean, but I liked hearing the commentary when I would absolutely kick ass." He added, and he felt his lips pull up into a small smile when you smiled at him. "What games were your favorite?" you asked, and he sighed. his fingers drummed on the floor while he looked around in thought.

"Well, I enjoyed an array of games. First-person shooter games, Puzzle Games, RPGs, and a wide variety. I enjoyed coming home from work or school to sit and play some Galaga or Minecraft here or there. Borderlands was a good one, super beautiful character development in those games. Call of Duty could be fun at times, wasn't much a fan of the people who would play that game though." He rambled on before he realized how much he was talking.

Eugene cleared his throat. He looked up at you with bashful eyes, nodding his head toward you. "Did you have any games you liked?"

He watched closely while you looked around. The way you seemed to think as if you were questioning lying or not. Then this deep sigh fell from your lips and he half wondered if you were upset. "Well, not really. I grew up on the farm with Maggie and..." your eyes drifted with this look of hurt that had his heartstrings tugging. He barely knew you and he hated seeing you look so upset. He knew enough about you already to know you didn't deserve whatever pain you were experiencing right now. "Our other sister, Beth. We didn't really have any time to play games other than the ones outside. Plus, Daddy was never a fan of them. Claimed they would rot our brains." You told him, and he nodded. Making a mental note to find some sort of gaming device in the future so you could play one with him.

"Well, he's not entirely wrong. I used to procrastinate on college work by gaming all day and night. Even missed a few classes because I would stay up too late." He told you, and you nodded with a sigh. "What did you do, then?" He asked, wanting to hear more of your voice. More about you.

You shifted in your spot, and he did as well. "Well, I used to help my family on the farm. That took up a lot of my time, really. I didn't even get to move out. I was always worried Daddy didn't have enough help, and he was already so lost when Maggie left for school. I couldn't leave," you rambled, and he was enraptured by you. You had every ounce of attention that he could give to you as you told him on and on about your life. Whether it be the games you and your little sister Beth used to play. Or how you and your uncle used to hunt. Or how you used to tend to the animals. He would remember everything, God as his witness.

When neither of you really had any more to talk about, it was silent again. You could hear Abraham snoring, and the faint sound of groaning from the walkers that aimlessly roamed the streets outside. Neither of you knew what to say.

His eyes focused on your form in the dark when you shuddered. His brows furrowing with a curious grin in his eyes. "Are you cold?" He asked, and he was acting before you even had time to answer. "Take my jacket, I suspect that you are in need of it more than I," he told you, offering the coat, and you felt your stomach flip at the offer. That was the kindest thing anyone had really done for you since all of this started. Besides Daryl being there to help you and Beth when you each got separated from the prison. Or when he helped you after you lost Beth. Daryl and Glenn were really the only two of the group that you believed would treat you as kind as Eugene was. Even then, this felt different than their friendly demeanors towards you. It felt less brotherly and more romantic?

"Eugene, I don't want to take your coat," you chuckled, and he raised a brow. "We could share it? Our combined body temperatures would keep the both of us equally warm. If not you warmer than me, being that I'm a man and we tend to let off more body heat due to muscle mass. Plus with my size, it would be the most efficient way for you to stay warm. Unless you're uncomfortable with it, that's more important than you being slightly cold. If the temperatures were below freezing I would fight over the matter more, but that's not the case," he jabbered in a matter-of-fact way. It made you smile at how intellectual he always was. Even the jokes he told he always said it with this "I'm smart, and I know it," attitude.

"If this is your way at flirting you have a funny way at doing it," you shot, and that was quick to make him shut up. His brows furrowed and he gave you this look that almost made him look half offended that you were accusing his scientific and worried arguments of him just wanting to lay beside you. "Though lying beside you would be a plus, I am only suggesting it out of concern for you. I promise you, I'm not some pig, I would never use the word of science to get in a woman such as yourself's pants," he spoke, and you raised a brow when he came to sit beside you. "You deserve a gentleman, nothing less, and I will stand by that," he finished, and you smiled.

He didn't really know what to do from here, his mind was racing a mile a minute and he wondered if he was overstepping boundaries by simply moving around that stupid tin can so he could sit beside you. He tried his best to chase his racing thoughts away while he lay down on the floor beside you. His back pressed against the hardwood. Saliva pooled in his mouth that he quickly swallowed away. He despised how awkward and anxiety-ridden he always was. He wished he could be normal and not overcomplicate every single thing he did.

His body stiffened when you grabbed the coat from his hands. Draping it over the both of you so you could curl up beside him. This time he felt a shudder from you, and it nearly had him shuddering. Just he wasn't cold. "If this is too much, you let me know," he muttered "Eugene," he turned his head to look over at you. Your face was a hell of a lot prettier up close. "Hold me, please."

He couldn't say no to that offer, especially with how soft your voice was. He felt like he was a sailor, and you were a siren coaxing him into the water with you. Turning on his side so he could wrap an arm around your body and pull you close. Your body felt so warm and cozy up against his. A soft breath left his lips while his eyes fluttered shut. He prayed this moment would never end.

"I know I said I wasn't trying to get in your pants, but may I maybe steal a kiss from you? If that's not weird, I could be getting the wrong vibes from you, I apologize if I am, and I-" a muffled gasp left his mouth when your lips were pressed against his. He was so lost in his ramble that he wasn't even paying attention to what you were doing.

Your lips on his had his body bubbling with a feeling he swore he had never felt. It felt like straight electricity, and his dopamine levels were through the roof. A cocktail of feelings was shooting through his brain right now and he hardly knew how to react. He kissed back, but he was so stiff with it. He'd never done this before, how was he supposed to kiss? Was he too rough, too hard? What if he was fucking this all up and you didn't want to ever kiss him again.

"Eugen, relax," you muttered against his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut. "Sorta hard when I got a pretty gal such as yourself kissin' me," he spoke and you chuckled, kissing his cheek. "All right, then you kiss me. It's fine, I've got no idea what I'm doing either," you snickered, and for some reason that eased his worries away. It was hard to believe, but it made him feel like less of a loser.

One of his hands came to shakily rest on the side of your face. His thumb brushed the apple of your cheek. His eyes were parted once more so he could see what he was doing. Once he leaned back in and his lips caught yours in a kiss they were closing. This time he felt more at ease like maybe he could figure out what he was doing. He was a perfectionist, after all. He'd get the hang of it sooner or later.

A soft sigh left your lips, and the noise shot straight between his legs. A low grumble left his throat while he rolled his body so he was partially above you. Sharing kiss after kiss with you felt like dream after dream.

He wanted to take it a little further, with your approval, but like they say. All good things come to an end, right?

"Get off of her!" Eugene nearly screamed when he heard Maggies voice. Jumping to his feet like a scared cat as he stared at your older sister with wide eyes. His hands flew up in defense when he saw the machete in her hands and he wondered if maybe he should have asked her if this was okay. Was he going to die?

"Maggie! Stop it, he wasn't hurting me," you shouted at your older sibling, and she shook her head. "The hell do you think yer doin'? We don' know him!" She hissed, and you scowled. "He listens to me," you snapped, "Plus, you obviously trust them enough to have me come along with you and Glenn on this mission!" you argued back, watching as your arms lowered her weapon and he attention was no longer on Eugene, it was on you.

"Maggie, what's going on?" Glenn asked, and Eugene looked at the man with a pale expression. Abraham and Rosita retreated from their corner to see what the commotion was all about as well.

"I kissed her," Eugene spoke, finger pointing at you to clarify who he was talking about. "It was all my idea. She was cold so I offered my jacket and to lay beside her to help regulate her body temperature. Then she asked me to hold her an dI asked if I could kiss her. It was all consensual! I would never take advantage of a woman like that," he blabbered in attempts to get you and himself out of this sticky situation. All eyes landing on the two of you.

Abraham looked impressed, Maggie had a look that could kill, Rosita was shocked, Glenn was dumbfounded, and Tara was clapping. "Get it, Eugene," she hooted with a snicker, and Maggie shot her a glare that had her throwing her arms up and retreating. "too soon, my bad, horrible with these situations," Tara mumbled, and you bit your lower lip to fight back a chuckle.

Maggie looked back at Eugene with this gaze that had him wanting to throw himself outside to the walkers rather than deal with her rage, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there and stared at the girl with a worried gaze of his own. Doing all in his power to seem strong for you.

"Maggie, I'm an adult, I'm not a little girl anymore. I haven't been since before all this apocalypse stuff started," you spoke to your sister in a calming tone, and she nodded. "Fine, but he hurts you, I don't care what information he knows. He's a dead man," her voice was venomous, and she was looking back at you with a similar scowl. "And you, don't do anything stupid. I trust you, don't disappoint me," you nodded, understanding Maggie's worries for you. All she had left was you, and you knew she'd be protective over you until one of you was to go.

Everyone slowly retreated back to their positions. Maggie taking over Glenns watch while Glenn went to bed. Tara back in her sleeping spot and Rosita was lingering waiting for Abraham to join her.

"Didn't think ya had it in ya, Gene," Abe piped, hitting the brunette's shoulder with a toothy grin. "Well, uh, I reckon I never did. I just talked enough that it got me a kiss," he spoke, and the ginger snickered. "Whatever, congratulations, you my friend. Landed yourself a nice piece of ass," he told him with a salute and wink before heading back to bed with Rosita.

Eugene cringed at the other man's phrasing. You were far from a piece of ass to the scientist. You were a friend, a companion. He wanted you to be the person he could rely on when he needed a comforting hand, not just someone to get his rocks off. Though he wouldn't be complaining if you and he did do a little more than just kiss, he'd never push it from you. He'd happily just be in a relationship with you without sex if that was truly what you desired.

His attention was drawn back to you when you said his name. Turning in his spot to find you back on the ground with his jacket over you. Your arm was outstretched towards him, luring him back to bed. He couldn't say no to that. Even if he was dead terrified of your sister, and even Glenn. He could never say no to you. He found a reason to live rather than just being scared of dying, and he'd be damned if he denied you something as simple as lying beside you. He was finally at peace and happy with everything, his only concern was how you'd react when you found out he wasn't actually a scientist. Those were thoughts for another time, though, because right now. He had a date with you and sleep.

#Eugene porter #Eugene Porter x reader #Eugene Porter the walking dead #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader

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indulgence-is-key · 2 months

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Opinions on TWD characters:

-rick is common sense as a person

-''daryl was an entertaining redneck at first but he became a stereotypical bad boy''

-carol is a girlboss if you don't like her i don't trust you

-maggie used to be my fav character but she's a hypocrite in season 11 lol

-michonne is also a girlboss, kinda abandoning her kid for a long period of time isn't good at all tho

-rosita is annoying (unfortunately i have the same mbti type)

-judith is just there

-eugene is annoying as fuck

-carl is amazing, best character FR

-glenn is the voice of reason AND a king

-gabriel is cool, but only at the end

-aaron is criminally underrated

-lydia is actually cool

-ezekiel IS the king

-andrea was fucking annoying everyone can agree right

-negan is likeable im so sorry-

-lori was mediocre

-shane is just there tbh

-morgan was actually pretty awesome

-dale was w

-merle was so funny😭

-beth was kinda annoying but likeable

-hershel was badass

-milton was a whiny bitch

-the governor was just annoying so good for a villain i guess

-tyreese was nice but unrational

-sasha is intelligence 100%

-lizzie was interesting as a character

-tara was average

-abraham sure was just there!

-enid is boring tbh

-dwight is dwight

#the walking dead

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mydarllinglover · 10 months

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Alone || The Start Of Something

Jesus and Maggie had searched for Sasha, after not finding her body anywhere in sight.

After she was brought back, now at peace, a funeral was held for her sacrifice but as well as the other people they had lost, their lives had given everyone else a chance.

Daryl and Natalia went to the infirmary as soon as they were able to, to see Rosita, who Tara had managed to bandage up, she had been shot in the chest, but it looked like she was going to pull through, Rosita Espinosa was the toughest son of a bitch there was.

When they had got there, Michonne was in the bed beside her, she was alive, but badly injured.

Natalia was suffering chest pains with how overwhelmed she was, she had sat between both their bed, making sure that they made a full recovery, anything they needed, she got.

She had also taken the time to read some of Denise's books, on the notes she had set aside for Evie, wanting to learn more about the best she can do to help them, they were going to war, they'd need as much medical care they could get, especially out on the field.

It had taken two weeks for the three communities to come together and hash out the plan to end the Saviours for good.

Natalia was glad that she'd be doing the behind the scenes work, along side Daryl, and far away from Shiva, she may have saved Carl's life, but she couldn't get over it.

Tara and Carol were in charge of tracking the walkers they were going to lead to the Sanctuary.

Rick, Maggie and Ezekiel were going to march the communities to the Sanctuary rallying them up for the fight ahead.

Daryl's and Natalia's job for the moment, was taking out the lookouts.

Natalia had shot down the man stood on the perch, as the sun was starting to rise.

He had fallen to the ground, allowing a female walker to devour him.

"Nice shot." Daryl commented.

"I wanna get a picture of this." Natalia put her hands in a box shape looking at the sun rise. "Eves wants to start exploring with water colours."

Their next victim was a blond man on top of a car, smoking a cigarette.

Daryl grabbed the man, shoving him to the ground, piercing his skull with a knife.

The pair sat on the car, sharing the cigarette as Daryl examined the gun the man was carrying.

"That was hot, baby." She kissed his cheek.

The next man was outside a research facility, a few walkers had grasped his attention, allowing Natalia to walk up to him.

"Hi" She greeted, smiling as he looked back at her in surprise, she then slit his throat before he even had time to realise.

"Got a little..." Daryl licked his thumb, wiping at her cheek, where some blood had splattered on her.

When they had all been taken out, Daryl rode to the highway, Natalia on the back of his motorcycle, where they met with Tara, Carol and Morgan.

Natalia was bummed that Rosita and Michonne couldn't join in, but they were still healing from their injuries, they'd help defend Alexandria, though at the same time, she was glad they weren't in the face of danger, even if they were two of the most badass people alive, she knew Carl wanted to come as well, but he was still just a kid, she had promised to give the three all her gory details when she got back, because they'd made her promise she was coming back, which she always did.

"So..." Carol said, as they waited around. "Any plans for after this?"

Natalia looked at Daryl, shaking her head with a shrug.

"A long nap, maybe." She thought out loud.

"Eat." He added.

"Was thinking, more for your futures, together."

Tara raised her brows at the awkward question, walking away with her twizzler in her mouth.

"Uhm..." She was stumped. "I don't think so, just kinda taking it day by day, y'know?"

"So, no kids, any Dixon heirs?"

Natalia choked on her spit at the question, coughing as she bent over.

Daryl patted her back as he glared at his best friend.

"Nah" He told her.

"We have one, already, and she's a handful, do not want to go through any of that... nasty stuff, I am very happy, we both are, right?"

"I ain't bringing anything into this world" Daryl declared, the thought of Natalia having to go through what Lori did, or what had happened before with her two other babies, was enough to make him feel dizzy and sick, not like he thought about it much, before. Evie was enough, and the perk was that they took her in at a good age, after all the hard stuff.

"Here we go." Tara grabbed their attention. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1."

No walkers had appeared.

"Shit." She cursed.

"You had one job." Natalia sighed.

"Hey, I tried, alright." She put her hands up in surrender.

"No. There." Daryl pointed ahead.

They were arriving.

"Okay. Close enough." Tara shrugged.

"Alright, let's go." Daryl told them, mounting his bike. "Nat, come on."

"I thought you told her before that we were a no-go." She muttered to him when she got on behind.

"I did. Since when does she ever listen to me?"

When they had got to their second destination, they got to work on setting the trap, cutting off the people who came for the exploded car on the highway.

"How close are we?" Carol asked, as they stood on the small walkway bridge.

"Close." Daryl answered.

An walker had stumbled into view, heading for their trap.

"Shit. Could that thing set it off?" Tara asked.

"Got it." Morgan claimed, jogging down the steps.

He had kept his word, and soon enough, the cars came, and they exploded.

"Cool, just like the movies." Natalia mused.

Eventually, the gun fire sounded at the Sanctuary.

"It started." Carol said, as Morgan reached them at the vehicles.

"Yeah. It was always gonna be that way." Daryl replied, leaning against his bike, pulling Natalia backwards, towards him by the belt loop on her jeans.

"Hope the whole places burns down." Natalia commented, falling against him.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Tara bid them goodbye. "Natalia, as always, its always good to see you, love the outfit." She checked her out one last time.

"You too, Tara, thank you." She smiled at the awkward woman.

"Beat 'em." Morgan said, following.

"We will." Carol replied, before turning to the Dixons. "Be careful."

"Shit, this is gonna be fun." Daryl told her.

"No, it isn't" Carol refused.

"It's better than lettin' things be, though, right?"

"Yeah. It is."

"Hell yeah, best honeymoon, ever. I'm a stickler for revenge, a family trait."

"Moore's?" Carol asked.

"No." She snorted. "When my dad died, my mom sued the company for all they were worth, its how she could afford to put me in therapy, as you can tell, it's really working out for me."

"Nah, I like ya messed up." Daryl kissed her jaw, patting her thigh so they could sit on the bike properly, and leave, as Carol left.

The herd was approaching quickly.

As he drove, Natalia shot at the explosives, creating a trail for the herd to follow to the Sanctuary.

Eventually, they had reached the gathering place, everyone was accounted for, except for Gabriel.

"We can wait some more." Daryl suggested, as Rick checked his watch, again.

"We can't." Rick shook his head.

"Maybe there was traffic." Natalia shrugged.

"He stopped to get me." Rick opened up to the pair, ignoring her remark.

"How's that?" Daryl asked.

"Negan. He was on the ground. I was trying to kill him, and Gabriel stopped to get me." He explained. "We gotta start out."

"You alright?"

"This isn't about me." Rick told them.

"You see the rat and Laura, you send them my way, I got a special little treat for them." Natalia reminded.

"You got it, they're all yours." Rick patted her back.

"Hey, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" Daryl asked, him and Rick were going on their own to an outpost, to look for their weapons.

"Nope! We all got jobs to do" She told him, brushing his hair out of his face. "Me and Aaron have ours, you and Rick have yours, and then we'll meet up after."

"You're a good leader, Nat, came a long way from the loner in that house."

"You came a long way from being a deputy in Kentucky, who woke up in a coma." She pointed out, then turned back to Daryl, who she could feel the anxiety vibrating off of. "We're gonna be fine, alright, I got this, me and Aaron, wouldn't of volunteered if I didn't think we would, you just make sure you're at that spot" She tucked his hair behind his ears, creasing out the worry lines in his face.

"Yes, Ma'am." He smirked, kissing the side of her head, as he held her jaw.

"Let's go." Rick broke up, whatever they were doing, he wasn't sure what that was.

"Yeah. Alright."

Daryl whistled, gathering everyone's attention, it was time to move on to the next phase.

Now it was time to take out the outposts.

Aaron and Natalia had been put in charge of a group, taking out the people who were supposed to deal with herds.

As soon as Mara had suspected something was going on, after taking out her scouts, Natalia signalled for them to move in, guns a 'blazing.

"Spread out! Watch for breaches, you break ranks, it could all be over!" Natalia told them. "Keep 'em tight, locked in, they got bigger problems than us."

She continued shooting as the people listened to her orders.

"I knew you were destined to lead." Aaron smiled at her.

"No way, right hand, remember? We don't lead, we make the leaders plans happen." She scoffed.

"We got some coming up on my right!" Scott called.

"Stay on them, don't let them through!" Aaron instructed.

"Even if one person's out, whole thing could go up in flames, if you gotta move in, do it!" Natalia told the people around her.

They continued firing, and the Saviours continued back.

"Tobin, move in!" Aaron called.

"I can take them! Cover me!" Eric volunteered.

"No! Wait for Tobin!"

"There's no time!" He declared.

"Go! I'll help cover you" Scott said, as Natalia shot the person who was aiming for him.

Most of them were either dead or hiding, it was like a game of whack amole.

Mara had jumped from her hiding spot, shooting Tobin in the shoulder.

"Tobin!" Aaron called.

"You alright?" Natalia asked.

"I'm okay!" He told the two. "Just keep going! I'm okay!"

"Alright, everyone! The plans working, just keep at it!" Natalia advised, spotting the first few walkers getting up, the screams of the Saviours soon following.

They continued firing on the survivors.

More people were dropping, her side and theirs.

Aaron had grabbed her attention, a group of them were heading for exactly where Eric was.

He got in the car whilst Natalia got into place, he slammed the accelerator on, the car moving back, knocking the Saviours down, then Natalia took her shot, putting them down for good.

Once they were gone, Aaron was able to get to Eric, Natalia soon followed after.

"Our people... they need..." Eric's breathes were coming out laboured, he was struggling.

"Aaron." Natalia muttered, looking at the blond mans shirt.

"Oh, God. No. No, no, no, no, no, no." Aaron cried as he found the gunshot wound.

It was bleeding profusely.

Eric hadn't seemed to notice until it was pointed out, much like a cartoon.

"God, Eric. No. Eric!" Aaron struggled to keep him up.

"Get him out of here, I got this!" Natalia told him, helping the man stand. "Go!"

"Eric. Let's go." He listened to the woman, leading his boyfriend away.

"Alright, keep it smooth, look alive!" Natalia reminded. "They're getting anxious, got walkers all up and down and they're trapped, lets keep it that way. Don't get reckless."

"Hold fire! Hold fire!" A man's voice yelled to his side. "Morales wants us back inside! All forces towards the courtyard door on my mark!"

"That's where Rick and Daryl are, no matter what, you don't let them in that building" Natalia told Scott, and the few others that could hear her.

"They stopped shooting" Tobin pointed out.

"No, they stopped shooting at us."

"Alright, go, go, go!" Natalia told the people, jumping from the car and firing at anyone In sight. "Block off that door, I don't want anybody getting to it."

When some had got through, and the area was clear, Aaron had finally got back, she nodded at him, he was hesitant before he nodded back.

"Alright! everybody, move in, go, go, we're going in" She told them, jumping a car and shooting a walker, heading for the doors of the building.

"You see somebody, you shoot 'em!" Aaron instructed.

"Unless they got the white band, you shoot my husband, I'll shoot you, deal?"

"Got it" Scott nodded.

Aaron and Natalia led the people through the building, as dead bodies littered the ground.

"Teams of four, sweep the offices!" Aaron told them.

"If you think it's clear, check under tables, closets, you think you can fit in it, check it!" Natalia advised.

"Nat! Aaron!" Rick called from somewhere.

"Rick!"

"We're by the elevator!" He replied.

"Both of you?" Natalia shouted up.

"Yeah, I'm here, baby" Daryl's familiar raspy, southern accent shouted out.

"Alright, when you get down there, you be on the alert, gonna be walkers all and down it, they're gonna be busy, so get 'em whilst they're occupied, you see anyone hiding, you shoot." Natalia told the people as they cleared the building. "If you're injured, take a seat when safe, I'll take a look at you, patch you up good enough till we get back."

"Roger that!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Alright!"

"Live and Alert."

"Copy that, Ms Moore!"

A series of shouts came from her people.

"So much for not being a leader." Aaron told her.

"I don't like to gloat, can't make all your strengths obvious." She teased.

"Seriously, what were you before all this, I feel like not a single person knows." Aaron pried.

"I worked in a coffee shop in Savannah, back in Georgia."

"You're kidding!" Aaron looked at her.

"Not that interesting, and nothing to do with what I do now, why I don't talk about it" She said.

"Maybe we should put that council back together" Rick looked at her with an eyebrow raise. "You did good"

"Not everyone's here." She replied, glumly. "People are injured."

"And that happens, what matters right now, is we cleared this place." He walked past her, stepping away.

"Proud of ya." Daryl joined her side, although he was heavily thrown off by her confession, he couldn't even imagine her doing that with her life.

"It ain't over yet." She told him. "Come on."

The remaining group cleared the walkers and layed their dead to rest, whilst Natalia checked their injuries, making sure no one was gonna bleed out on the trip home.

Aaron had wandered off to find Eric.

He returned by himself.

Natalia sat beside him as the plan was layed out, she cleaned the blood off his hands as he gathered himself.

"It's gonna be alright." She said. "It's not going to hurt like this forever."

A baby's cry's had caught their attention.

Rick was carrying a baby girl in his arms.

"She was inside?" Tobin asked.

"She was." Rick nodded. "I have a stop to make, and Daryl's got his bike, Natalia, you going with him?"

"Yeah, she is." Daryl answered for her, as she got up to see the baby.

"Alright, then. Maybe she can go back with you or Scott." Rick told Tobin.

"She can go with me." Aaron volunteered. "I can, uh, take her to the Hilltop. She'll be safe there."

"Are you sure?" Natalia asked him, combing the baby's hair softly with her fingers.

"Eric and I were gonna go up." He told them, as he approached. "We were gonna go there after and update Maggie. So ... that's what I'm gonna do. Please. I have to."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Natalia nodded, hugging him quickly, saying goodbye to the baby as Rick passed her to him.

"Her name's Gracie."

"Bye, Gracie." Natalia kissed the baby's head. "Send Maggie, Enid and Jesus my love." She told Aaron, kissing his cheek.

"I will. I will." He nodded, staring at the baby.

"See you back home." Rick told Daryl and Natalia, as they got ready to depart.

"Sure you wanna talk to them assholes alone?"

"Yeah. That's how it gets done."

"All right. You're gone too long, I'm gonna come lookin' for you." Daryl said.

"We will." Natalia added.

"That's the plan."

A gun shot went off, hitting the truck Rick was stood next to.

Daryl yanked Natalia down, as Rick hid behind the vehicle.

"Hey." He called out. "Hey. You're alone. You gotta be. There's not enough room for two of you behind that tree."

The couple kept a look out for any sign of movement.

"And there's a herd coming. I'm just saying. Hey, I'll tell you what. We'll make you a deal. You drop your gun and come on out... you tell us what we need to know. You do that, you can take a car. You go. You live. How about it?" Rick proposed.

"Why should I trust you?" Came a quiet voice.

"I know him, wearing yellow overalls, they call him fishie, klutz" Natalia whispered under her breath.

"'Cause I'm giving you my word. There's not a lot that's worth much these days, but a man's word... That's got to mean something, right?"

"O... Okay." He said, meekly.

He came out from behind the tree, Daryl and Natalia raised from the statue and Rick came from the truck.

"W... What do you wanna know?" He asked.

"You ever have any M2 Browning 50-caliber guns here?" Rick asked.

"We did. For a while."

"What happened to them?" Daryl asked, not so kindly.

"They got sent to another outpost yesterday."

"Tell us where, or I'm gonna shoot you in the leg and let the herd come for you." Natalia told him. "Like getting blood from a stone."

"It was Gavin's. It's west of here."

He then stood tall, looking at them unsurely.

"Can I, uh... Can... Can I go?"

Natalia shot him.

"I'm not a man." She told Rick. "my word don't mean shit to some audiences."

"Which team's at Gavin's?" Daryl asked.

"Kingdom." Natalia answered. "Carol and Ezekiel."

Natalia rode with Rick, as Daryl rode solo, they had a truck they had to chase after.

Daryl was nearing on him

The bed opened, a man shot at him, causing him to fall back, his bike sliding into the grass.

Natalia took her aim, aiming for the man in the back as Rick sped up, so she could get a clear shot.

Walkers in the road caused them to swerve, the man almost falling out of the bed.

Eventually he got back up, shooting at them again, then Natalia put him down.

Rick got beside the truck.

"You remember how to drive right?" He asked.

"Yeah, Rick!" He gave her no choice to take over, as he jumped into the passenger side of the other car.

He put down the man, driving the big truck off the side of the road.

Daryl had caught up to them.

Natalia stopped the truck, jumping out of it.

"You good?" Daryl asked her, as he got off his bike.

"Yeah." She replied, running towards where the truck fell, it was on it's side, no sight of anybody.

"Hey." Rick called, he was climbing up the bank, towards the pair who were staring at the grass.

"You okay?" Natalia asked him, when Daryl helped him up.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He nodded. "We got the guns."

"You look like Shit." Daryl told him.

Natalia looked at him, why would he say that of all things, right now.

"Let's go see if this asshole's alive."

"Stay here." Daryl told her.

"No." She answered, moving to sit down, sliding on her ass down the bank, to the truck.

"You're gonna have grass stains." He called after her.

"Really?" Rick looked at him.

"What?" He shrugged. "Man, come on."

They had found their guy, he was attempting to crawl along the floor.

Natalia stood on his hand, stopping him from grabbing the rock he tried so desperately to get to.

"Your people back in the chemical plant." Rick started. "Did you win?"

Natalia put weight on his hand, causing him to yelp as she crushed his fingers with her boot.

"No one did." He groaned, rolling over to face them, all three guns pointed at him.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Daryl asked.

He coughed in pain, so Daryl kicked him.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" He repeated.

"Everyone's dead."

"Bullshit. You see it?" Natalia asked.

"No one else, you're the only one?" Rick queried.

"Me. The King. The Axe Man. And a short-haired psycho lady." He confirmed. "You did this." He wheezed. "My people... your people... they're all gone."

He continued rasping, gurgling on his blood.

Natalia shot him.

"Recognised him." She said, turning away, walking back. "Let's go get those guns."

Daryl followed her.

In one of the boxes, Rick had found a bunch of dynamite.

Daryl peeked it, grabbing a bag and filling it.

"We can use these now" He said.

"Rosita's gonna lose her shit." She chuckled.

"What?" Rick asked, looking between them.

"Well, think about it. There ain't no Kingdom no more."

"Yeah?"

"We know what we got to do." Daryl continued. "We blow open the Sanctuary, let the walkers flood in. They'll surrender."

"And If they don't, too bad, they're fresh meat." Natalia shrugged.

"Hell, we could end this by sundown."

"They have workers in there, right?" Rick stood up. "Families, too. Are there?"

Daryl thought about it.

"We'll hit the south side of the main building." He thought up. "The workers live in the north side. They'll be up the stairs before the walkers even get in."

"Rick, it's a good play." Natalia backed Daryl up.

"What if they don't?" He asked. "There are people in there who aren't fighters. Doing this could change that. Make them pick up guns and stand by the Saviours. And if the Saviours don't surrender, maybe everyone fights us. And we don't have the Kingdom anymore. We're not doing this."

Natalia thought about it, she was on the fence, she wanted the Sanctuary to come crumbling down, with every Negan worshipping Saviour in it, but the people, what it there's kids?

"No. You ain't doing this." Daryl said, hitting his chest. "Nat, come on." He grabbed her arm, pulling her away.

She followed.

Rick caught up, stopping Daryl, and in that result, stopping Natalia.

"There's a plan, and everyone's sticking to it." Rick said.

"Not everyone." Daryl rejected. "There's a lot of our people who are dead, Rick. Things change, man. Negan and that other group, this is on them. If people die, it's their fault, not ours."

Natalia felt like a pig in the middle.

"Daryl, we can't do this."

"And we got our own people to look after. I got people to look after." He pulled Natalia with him again.

"We're not doing this." Rick walked after them. "Hey. I'm not letting you do this."

Daryl let go of her, swinging back, his fist flying at Ricks face, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Daryl!" Natalia gasped.

"This ain't his choice!" He raised his voice at her.

Rick got up, tackling Daryl to the ground.

"Hey!"

Daryl got on top of him, throwing his fist again, but Rick dodged it, pushing him off him.

Natalia picked up the bag, deciding to just take it to the truck and let them get on with it, but Rick snatched it out of her hands, throwing it into the overturned vehicle.

"Rick!" She shouted at him, as Daryl threw him down, grabbing him in a chokehold. "Can you fucking stop!"

Smoke caught her attention, and then a fire.

"Fire! Fire! Move!" She shouted, running away.

"Daryl!"

"Get up!" Daryl helped Rick stand, as they followed after the woman, getting away from the explosion.

"Great." She scoffed, as metal rained down, the three watching it as they sat on the grass. "Rosita's gonna be pissed."

They had got back to the truck, Rick was having trouble starting it.

"Thought you said you could drive." He looked at her.

"I can, it's a shitty truck." She answered, she was pissed, so were the other two.

"There's a plan." Rick said. "We got to see it through."

"We gotta win." Daryl replied.

"Yeah, we gotta." Rick agreed. "Choke hold's illegal, asshole"

"Mm-hmm. Yes, it is."

"Looks like I'm walking." Rick raised his brows.

"Yep. Natalia, come on." Daryl told her, he was being very pushy, she didn't know if she minded it or not.

"I'll meet you when I'm done with the last play." Rick continued.

"You sure about doing it?" Daryl asked, as Natalia got on the back.

"Yeah, I am."

"Tell her I said hi." Natalia told Rick.

Daryl started the engine, leaving Rick, as he walked in the other direction.

"We're gonna win." Daryl told his wife, before riding off.

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