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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 19

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

Almost a week later, Chuck goes into heat, which is somewhat of a relief to the couple. Not only does it mean that they won’t have to worry about being surprised by it coming during the fast approaching wedding or honeymoon, but it also means that Chuck’s cycle is finally getting regular. Now, they’ll be able to anticipate with certainty when they will have to take time off to deal with their heat/rut, which is far more convenient than scrambling to get ready at the last minute.

Partway through her heat, they get into the new box of omega condoms that Negan had picked up from the pharmacy beforehand. Even though their raging hormones make their rational brains take a backseat to their instincts, using the condoms correctly is more like muscle memory to them at this point. They always make sure to have one in place before they let their bodies do what they want to do, with no incidents to date.

If their minds hadn’t been foggy from their heat/rut, however, they would have noticed something was wrong. That realization doesn’t materialize until they start to come out of their cycle, when their upstairs brains start to wake back up.

Negan’s knot goes down enough to, once again, pull out and he lays down beside Chuck with a sigh. Their breaths are labored as the dwindling hormones in their systems make way for fatigue to set in.

“Shit, baby,” Negan breathes out then whistles lowly. “Fuck.”

Chuck giggles airily. “Yup,” she agrees with a lazy smile on her face.

“You okay?”

She looks over to him, but doesn’t answer. Instead, she lets out a chuckle.

“What?” he asks with his brows furrowed.

“Whenever you start to come back down from your rut, the first thing you do is ask if I’m alright.”

He scoffs a bit, but pulls her into his side. “I guess I’m just worried that my alpha doesn’t think about that shit. It always feels like he’s got a fuckin’ one track mind.”

She laughs. “He does. But he wouldn’t hurt me. I trust you no matter what. Even if your alpha is in control.”

They stay cuddled up together for a few minutes, taking a much needed breather and basking in the touch of one another. The serenity of the moment is only broken by Chuck’s empty stomach making itself known with a loud growl. Even though she can feel her heat waning, she knows she probably doesn’t have too much time before a final round of cramps hits her.

Negan knows all this, too, being used to the routine by now. “Let me clean you up. Then I’ll make you some actual fuckin’ food. Instead of those protein bars we’ve been shoving in our faces between fuck sessions. I think we have the time.”

Chuck turns over into her back to go through the practiced motion like she has a million times before, with Negan taking up his role. He kneels between her spread legs and ties off the omega condom to make sure all of the mess inside is properly contained. It’s not until he fully pulls it out that he realizes that something’s wrong.

“Shit,” he gasps once he realizes that the familiar substance now dripping through his fingers means only one thing. The condom had failed at some point.

“What?” Chuck asks as she sits up to lean on her elbows.

Negan is shocked, wide eyed for a moment before he answers. “The goddamned thing ripped.”

“ What ?!” She shoots forward to see what he’s talking about. “What do you mean ‘ ripped ’?”

He holds it out to her so she can see for herself. Sure enough, the one end has a very pronounced hole in it.

“Oh my god,” she spits out. “Wh- Did- It’s-“ she stutters as her brain short circuits. “Did you put it in wrong?” she finally settles on.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. I mean, I haven’t put one in wrong before so I don’t know why I fuckin’ would now. And it’s not like it slipped out. There’s a fuckin’ hole .”

“Oh my god, Negan.” She looks at him as she tries to center her thoughts. “Do you think it... you know...”

Despite her vagueness, he figures out what she’s trying to say. “Yeah. My shit got up in there.”

She lets that sink in only a moment before she calls out, “Oh my god. How did this happen? We got a defective one?!”

He thinks on that a second. Sure, it’s possible, but not too likely. Quality control, and all that. Then the memory of everything that happened in the pharmacy several days prior pushes itself to the forefront and Negan gets a very bad feeling about all this.

“Fuck!” He angrily jumps up to dispose of the condom in the little waste basket near the bed like he has done numerous times over the last few days. As he does, his growing suspicions are all but confirmed as he spies the mess in the bottom of the trash bag.

“What?” She sits up further, eyes trained on Negan as he stares intently down at the garbage.

From what he sees in the bag, it’s clear that several of the other condoms they used had also ripped, though he hadn’t had the wherewithal to notice before now. “That motherfucker!” he yells, his mind made up on what surely had happened. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him!”

Chuck recognizes the rage crossing his face, made all the worse by his rut, but she’s not sure where it’s coming from. “What?” she calls out, trying to get his attention. “What’s going on?”

“That fuckin’ pharmacist-“ he drags his hand down his face as he lets out a heavy breath. “The fuckin’ douche bag pharmacist was the one that filled our last goddamn prescription. I didn’t fuckin’ think much about it, but I guaran-fuckin’- tee that he fucked with those.” He throws his finger down to the trash can to indicate what he means.

Chuck is gobsmacked. Would a pharmacist really do that? “Are you sure?”

“All of them are fuckin’ broke, Chuck,” he bites back.

“ All of them?!” She jumps out of bed to see for herself. One look confirms Negan is right. Maybe not all of them failed, but a good number did. Certainly all of the new ones. And definitely more than could be considered a random defect. “Oh my god. We’ve been-“ The realization hits her even harder. This isn’t just one accident that maybe, possibly wouldn’t amount to anything. They’ve essentially been having unprotected sex for the duration of her heat. Or at least most of it. “Oh my god.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.” Negan starts to root around the room for any clothes that he can throw on. But he doesn’t make it too far before Chuck clutches her abdomen as a cramp hits her.

“Negan,” she hisses at the pain. It’s not as intense as it was earlier in her heat, but it’s still uncomfortable. “You can’t leave me yet.”

“Shit,” he mutters as his anger melts away and his duty to his mate takes priority. “Fuckin’ Christ.”

Without another word, the couple crawls back onto the bed to finish out their cycle, though this time, they don’t bother with the most likely tampered-with prophylactics. They figure what’s the use now anyway.

It’s not until the next day before they’re completely back to their normal selves. Negan still wants to confront the pharmacist, with guns blazing, but Chuck convinces him that would be a bad idea.

“They’d take you to jail,” she explains. “And I really don’t want that.”

“Goddamnit,” he hisses. “I just wanna cave that stupid fucker’s face in.”

“Yeah. I know. I kinda do, too.”

“Then what the fuck do we do?” he responds with his arms outstretched, as if he were asking the universe. “Because I sure as fuck don’t want that prick getting away with this shit.”

Chuck thinks it over for a moment. She can appreciate where Negan is coming from; she feels the same way. But retribution rarely comes cleanly.

“I don’t know.” She picks up her phone and clicks on a familiar contact. “I’m gonna call Michonne. She what she says. Maybe we can get him arrested.”

“Kicking the shit outta him seems like a better idea,” he mutters under his breath.

Thankfully, Michonne picks up and, after Chuck briefly explains the situation, says she can stop by a little later on to discuss things with them. Once midday hits, the familiar sight of Rick’s police car pulling into the driveway leads to a sigh of relief from Chuck. The day had been a tense one and she hopes speaking with Rick and Michonne will help at least a little bit.

Before the guests can even knock, Negan jumps up and swings the door open. He’s been on edge all day, dealing with this in a completely different way than Chuck. While he’s been pacing and muttering angrily to himself about getting back at the pharmacist, she’s been curled up on the couch, biting her nails and trying (but failing) to keep her attention on whatever tv show she has it tuned to. Despite those techniques, it doesn’t stop her mind from repeatedly going over everything, spiking her anxiety.

Neither of them have really talked to each other too much about what happened, either. Negan is too preoccupied with feelings of revenge and retribution to allow himself to drift off into thinking about what this all means for them as a couple. And Chuck is just trying to avoid that subject all together, knowing that she’s close to a panic attack as it is.

In lieu of a greeting to their neighbors, Negan calls out, “Tell me I can legally beat that motherfucker to a pulp.”

Michonne, followed by Rick, shakes her head as she enters the living room. “You can’t do that, Negan. Just tell me everything in detail and we can go from there.”

As they all take their seats, Negan starts to explain in his usual colorful way. “The one pharmacist in town is an old timey bigot. He fuckin’ refused to give us our rubbers, saying it was against his goddamn beliefs.�� He lets out a huff. “The younger pharmacist would always fill the prescription, so I just avoided the old fuckin’ prick. Anyway, the last time I was there, the douchebag old ass motherfucker had actually filled the prescription and I didn’t really think much about it. But judging from the trash bag of broken condoms upstairs, I’d say the fuckin’ evidence is pretty clear that he fuckin’ poked holes in them or some shit.”

Chuck can’t help but be mortified with all this. Even though she trusts Rick and Michonne, the subject matter still has her face turning beet red.

“Wait. Broken ?” Michonne asks. “So you used them?”

“I was in rut. I didn’t have the mind to fuckin’ inspect them. We didn’t realize shit went south until after...” Negan explains. “I can show you the trash, if you really wanna see my cum leaked out of all of them.”

Michonne raises her hands to stop him, wanting very much not to see that. “No. That’s not necessary.”

“There’s still some unused ones, too,” Chuck adds. “They do have holes in them. We checked.”

Michonne looks to Rick before turning back to Negan. “Honestly... and I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I don’t think we can do much about this.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” Negan is quick to call out. “We have the fuckin’ evidence, plain as day! So it’s perfectly legal for him to tamper with that shit?!”

“No. It’s not legal. At all. But...” Michonne takes a slow breath. “I just mean that it probably isn’t worth it to take it to court.”

Chuck jumps in before Negan can fly off the handle, knowing that he probably would. “Why not?”

“I know this is tough to hear, but I don’t think the outcome would be in your favor. Rick can arrest the guy, but actually winning in court is another thing. All the other side would have to say was that you were trying to get this pharmacist fired because of his religious view; that you tampered with the condoms yourself. And unless we got a judge sympathetic to alphas and omegas- which are few and far between- they’ll dismiss it. And you’d be on the hook for court fees.”

“You worked your magic getting me off of a goddamn murder charge,” Negan calls out. “I’d think that’d be harder than this shit.”

“That was different,” Michonne says softly. “It was an alpha protecting his omega against another alpha. There’s legal precedent for that. This... there’s actually legal precedent against you. The pharmacist has a right to refuse to fill a prescription. And I’m assuming you made your anger known publicly about that fact at least once. The defense would need just one witness to testify to that and your credibility would go out the window.”

“That’s bullshit !” Negan jumps up and starts to pace the room as his anger rises. “We did nothing wrong! I’m not gonna let that old ass prick fuck with us!”

Rick stands slowly and holds his hands up to Negan, fully aware that even though the alpha isn’t in rut anymore, he can still be dangerous this soon after it. “You need to calm down-“

“Calm down?!” Negan bites back. “You realize how much this guy fucked with our lives, right?” He flings his arm out in Chuck’s direction. “Odds are she’s pregnant. And we aren’t ready for that shit!”

For the first time, one of them had said those specific words out loud, the subject they’ve been glossing over. It makes a silence descend over the room as they take in the weight of it all. Eyes flick around awkwardly, but never focus for too long on either of the occupants of the house for fear of what their reaction might be.

After a moment, Michonne stands as well, hoping to de-escalate things. “What the pharmacist did was a violation. And highly unethical. In a perfect world, he would be held criminally accountable for everything he’s done. But we’re not in a perfect world. Prejudice exists. Bigotry exists. Unfortunately, cases like this aren’t that rare. And they usually don’t work out for people like you.” She tentatively lays her hand on Negan’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She looks over to Chuck. “If you really want to pursue it, I will try my best-“

“Don’t bother,” Chuck cuts her off dejectedly. “You’re right. And I don’t want to go through anything public. Not again.”

Negan shoots his mate a look. “What? He needs to fuckin’ pay! We should fight him, tooth and fuckin’ nail!”

“I don’t want to, Negan,” she responds pleadingly. “It’ll go public and everything would start up again if we do this. We still get reporters calling us every once in a while asking about the attack and the true mates stuff. I don’t want people following us like before. They’re just starting to forget about us.”

Negan looks at her for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Fine,” he concedes for Chuck. He knows if he’s selfish in this, she’ll be the one getting hurt in the end. “We can drop it.”

“Can we not tell anyone about this?” she pleads with him. Even though they have nothing to be ashamed about in this, she’s still embarrassed by it. “Especially not my mom. She’ll freak out.”

He nods and lets out a soft “Okay.”

“I am really sorry,” Michonne reiterates. “It’s a tough situation.”

Negan gives both her and Rick a look. “Yeah. Ain’t your fault things are shitty for us.” He lets out a heavy breath. “Thanks for coming over anyway. Even if it was a waste of fuckin’ time.”

Rick nods to his friend then starts to walk to the door to make his exit. “Call if you need anything.”

Negan follows the couple to the door to see them out. After closing the door behind them, he turns to lean his back on it. “Fuck,” he breathes out, trying to make sense of things. He takes a moment to drag his hands own his face before moving back to sit beside Chuck on the couch. “You alright?”

She nods weakly, but doesn’t say a word. Internally, though, she’s freaking out about everything.

Negan sees through her facade easily. “You sure?” he prods.

“We really aren’t ready for this, are we?” she repeats his words, though coming from her mouth, they’re quiet and weak.

He hadn’t even realized that that’s what he had said, but now that she’s said it, too, there’s no denying it. “I... I don’t know,” he answers honestly. It’s now that he realizes that he really hasn’t been paying attention to her in all this, having been wrapped up in his own emotions. He pulls her into his side and gives her a squeeze, hoping that she knows that he’ll be there for her.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she almost whispers.

Her vague words make his heart drop. Does she mean a pregnancy? Or their whole relationship? “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know if I’m gonna be a good mother,” she answers quietly.

He gives a small sigh of relief that she isn’t calling off the wedding. “Of course you will be. Why would you think you wouldn’t be?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really been around kids. Babies especially.”

“No parents know what the fuck they’re doing until they do. You don’t gotta worry about that shit.”

She looks up to him. “Do you want this, though? Now?”

He thinks a second. Even if he’s not sure if he’s ready, he knows that he’s always wanted children. “Yeah. I guess I do. I’m not fuckin’ happy how it came about, but I’m gonna love the shit outta our kids no matter what.”

Giving him a soft smile, she says, “I guess the universe decided we needed to get started on the baby train sooner rather than later.” She laughs a little, trying to make a joke to lessen the severity of the situation. “Pregnancy freaks me out, though. It’s like Alien. Some living thing all wiggling around in your belly.” She gives a little shrug. “I’ve never been broody.”

“Well, there’s no use freaking out about it right now, I guess. You’re probably not really even knocked up yet. It takes a few fuckin’ days for shit to settle.”

“Yeah.” She scratches at her head, trying to remember her old health class and what she learned about gestation and reproduction. “Should we take a test just to be sure? You know, when it’ll actually show up on a test. In, what, two or three weeks?”

“We’ll be on our honeymoon, baby girl,” he reminds her.

“Oh, yeah.” She honestly hadn’t even been thinking about that with everything that happened.

“We’ll take one when we get back. Then we’ll call the doc and set shit up. We never did see if there was an omega doctor any closer to us than Dr. Bailey since we fuckin’ moved.”

“I don’t want a different doctor. I like her.”

Negan nods, though he doesn’t bring up that the thought of Chuck’s doctor being an hour’s drive away brings him some anxiety. “Alright. We’ll stay with the doc.”

Chuck nods then lets out a deep breath. “This is really happening...”

“You know what,” he squeezes her close again, “why don’t we just put all this shit out of our minds. Give us a little fuckin’ time to breathe. Focus on the wedding and honeymoon and shit.”

“Yeah.” She turns her head to look at him and gives him a soft smile. “That sounds good.”

A little over two weeks later, Chuck and Negan wake up to a beautiful, sunny day. Before she even gets the chance to fully open her eyes, Negan pulls her close to his chest and lays a soft kiss on her crown.

“You ready to be my Mrs. today?” he whispers into her ear.

She giggles, though it’s lazy with sleep. “Is that today?” she jokes.

His chest rumbles against her back with a laugh. “Oh, you forgot ?”

“Guess it wasn’t important enough to remember,” she continues the joke.

He pulls her over so she’s underneath him. “I’ll show you important .”

As he leans down to give her a kiss, she takes a quick look at the clock. “Negan-“ she pushes him away. “We don’t have time. My mom’s supposed to be here in a half hour. Which means she’ll probably be here any minute.”

Groaning, he rests his head on her shoulder. “Fine.” He lifts back up to look down at her. “I’ll just have to show you tonight,” he comments with a waggle of his brows.

“I’m sure you will.”

Chuck was right in thinking that Diane would show up early. As soon as the couple walks down the stairs, there’s a knock on the door.

“You guys better be up!” Diane shouts through the door. “We have a lot to do!”

As Negan goes into the kitchen to start the coffee, Chuck rushes over to the door, opening it for her mother. “We’re up,” she responds once she sees her.

Diane walks right in. “You’re not dressed.”

Chuck looks down at her kitty cat night shirt. “We just got up,” she clarifies.

Diane looks around, not seeing the man of the house. “Tell me Negan isn’t naked or something.”

Chuck laughs. “He’s got pajama pants on.” She nods toward the kitchen. “He’s in there. Did you eat breakfast?”

“I had some toast before I left,” Diane answers. “I’m too excited to eat.”

“Negan’ll make us something.” Chuck turns toward the kitchen. “You need to eat. I don’t want you passing out during the ceremony.”

Diane gives her a look. “I’m supposed to be the one doing the mothering, not you.”

Though Diane meant it as a light joke, it causes Chuck to take in a sharp breath, making her choke on her own spit. Even though she and Negan had decided to put the baby talk off until after the honeymoon, it’s still in the back of her mind.

“You okay, sweetie,” Diane calls out as she pats her daughter on the back.

“Yeah,” she sputters. “I’m just an idiot, swallowed down the wrong hole.”

Thankfully, Diane doesn’t question it and they go into the kitchen to meet Negan, who’s already at the stove.

“Are you making enough for Mom?” Chuck asks.

“I can put a couple more eggs on,” he throws over his shoulder as he breaks an egg over the frying pan.

After breakfast, the trio starts to decorate the backyard for the wedding. Aaron comes around not long after they start to lend a hand as well. It doesn't take too long, but by the end, they’re all happy with how things look.

They have enough chairs set up for the few guests they have coming, all covered in matching fabric to hide the fact that they’re everyday folding chairs. Crepe paper flowers and candles decorate the two picnic tables that everyone will eat at during the reception and real flower petals are strewn across the ground. It may not be the most lavish setting for a wedding, but it’s perfect for Chuck and Negan.

With that done, it’s time to get dressed. To keep Negan from seeing Chuck early (which Diane insisted upon), he and Aaron head over to Rick’s house while Michonne comes over to lend a hand in getting Chuck ready.

“Oh, I like your dress,” Michonne comments once she sees the garment hanging on Chuck’s bedroom door.

“It’s not exactly a traditional one, but I liked it,” Chuck says with a shrug.

Michonne lifts the knee length skirt up a little, inspecting it. The white tulle under the champagne lace overlay gives it some volume, but it’s not too poofy. “I wouldn’t want one of those princess dresses, either.”

“Are you and Rick thinking about tying the knot?” Diane asks casually as she continues to pin up Chuck’s curls into something that looks more structured than anything she could do herself.

“No plans yet. But we’re happy.” Michonne gives her a dreamy smile, which Diane interprets as meaning that she’s actually thought about marriage at least once before.

After some time and with Chuck mostly dressed, the women are interrupted by the doorbell.

“I’ll run downstairs and get that,” Diane calls out. “It’s probably Dr. Bailey.”

Once she leaves the room, Chuck turns to Michonne. “She’s my omega doctor,” she explains to the beta. “She’s like the only other guest coming,” she says with a laugh then adds, “minus Simon.”

It’s actually the latter that has knocked on the door, as Diane finds out once she opens it. “Oh, hello,” she calls out in surprise as she spies the unfamiliar alpha on the doorstep. Chuck’s description of “tall, with a seventies porno stache” seems a lot more accurate than Diane assumed it would be. “You must be Negan’s friend.”

“Simon,” he provides then gives the beta before him a smile. “You must be Chuck’s mom.” He holds his hand out in a polite gesture.

She accepts his handshake and can’t help but smile back at him. She’s never been one to look at an alpha twice (in a serious manner, anyway), but she finds herself oddly attracted to this one. “I’m Diane.” Before she can invite the man in, another car pulls up to the curb, drawing her attention.

Simon tears his gaze away from the attractive beta before him and looks over his shoulder to see what she sees. “Another guest?”

“The other guest,” Diane replies with a little laugh. “Excluding Rick’s family who’s helping out, of course. Chuck and Negan didn’t exactly invite a lot of people.”

“So you’re saying I should be flattered I got an invite.” He looks back to Diane with a mischievous smirk.

“I suppose you should,” she throws back easily then moves past Simon to greet Dr. Bailey and her husband. “Dr. Bailey,” she calls out cheerily.

“You can call me Leah outside of the office,” the doctor replies as she walks toward Diane. “And this is my husband Joe.”

“Nice to meet you.” Diane turns back and gestures to the door. “We can go through here to the back yard. The ceremony will start in a little bit. Whenever Negan gets here.”

Over at Rick’s, the men all get dressed for the ceremony. Negan had gotten himself a tailored tuxedo, though he foregoes putting on the tie, opting to leave the first few buttons of his shirt open. The other men there, Rick, Aaron, and Carl, are all sporting more casual outfits, but they’re still appropriately nice for a wedding.

As they wait for the time to go back to Negan’s, they all sit in Rick’s living room, drinking beers (minus Carl, who is playing video games in his room.)

“So,” Rick starts after taking a sip from his bottle, “I’m planning on buying Michonne a ring.”

Negan claps him on the back. “Congrats, man. Provided she actually says yes to your goofy lookin’ ass.”

Aaron jumps in. “Of course she will, Rick. Don’t listen to him.”

“I never do.” He laughs. “But it is weird. Going through this all again, for a second time.”

Negan nods, knowing what he’s talking about. “You never fuckin’ think the first marriage will be the first one until there’s a second. Shit, I never thought I’d do it again.”

Aaron nods at that, though there is a sadness behind it.

As Rick looks at the two men, he realizes that they’ve all had first ones, though his was the only one that ended in divorce. “Shit, guys. I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I didn’t mean to-“

Aaron is quick to shut him down. “No, no. Don’t worry about it. It’s ok.” He gives him a soft smile. “It’s been... nine months since Eric died,” he comments.

“Fuck,” Negan says under his breath. “I can’t believe it’s been that long already.”

“Yeah,” Aaron replies with a nod. “Diane’s been telling me to get back in the dating scene again. I’ve been talking to this guy. But... I don’t know about dating .” He shrugs a shoulder. “Like Diane’s one to talk. She hasn’t been on a date in twenty years.”

Negan points the lip of his bottle to Aaron. “You just gotta do you. If you’re ready to stick your dick in someone else, go for it. If not,” he shrugs, “then don’t.”

“Thanks, Negan,” Aaron says dryly. “Very eloquent.”

“You’re welcome,” he calls back with a wink.

With a slew of stomps coming from the stairs, Carl makes his appearance to the ground floor.

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Negan calls out. “You sound like a herd of goddamn elephants.”

Carl just shrugs with teenage nonchalance, but Rick laughs. “Michonne gets on him all the time for running down the stairs.”

“Shit, I would not want to be on the opposite side of a Michonne lecture,” Negan says genuinely. “She’s fuckin’ intense.”

Carl shrugs again, his teenage overconfidence is unmoved by anything Negan has to say. “Isn’t it time to go, yet.”

Negan looks at his watch. “Yeah, probably.” He gets up and downs the rest of his beer. “Let’s get this shit on the road.”

Negan and his entourage walk the short distance over to Negan’s house and go right to the back yard. They’re met by Diane, the Baileys, and Simon sat around the fire pit having a casual discussion.

“I’m a little surprised to see another alpha here,” Dr. Bailey, or Leah since she’s off the clock, says to Simon.

The man just shrugs. “I can’t say I have a ton of alpha friends.” He turns his head to the arrivals. “Negan’s alright, I guess,” he jokes.

“The fuck you mean ‘alright’?” Negan calls back. “I’m the shit.”

Everyone laughs at Negan’s over-the-top demeanor. Diane isn’t about to let his ego go unchecked though.

“Yeah, yeah,” she jokes as she starts to stand. “So you think.”

Negan doesn’t take it to heart, knowing the woman well enough to see that she’s being lighthearted. “Damn right,” he says with a chuckle.

“Chucky about ready?” Aaron jumps in.

“I was just going to check,” Diane answers already on her way to the door.

Just a few moments later, Diane returns (with Michonne in tow), signaling that everyone should take their seats. Negan and Aaron walk up front to take their positions, everyone waiting for the bride to make her appearance.

Chuck waits a few moments at the back door, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves. Even though everyone out there is close to her, her innate social anxiety is making itself known by quickening her heart rate.

“Okay,” she breathes out. “Here we go.”

She slides the door open and starts to walk outside, remembering not to walk too quickly like her mother told her. Her eyes instantly travel past the standing guests facing her along the sides and to the man in the middle.

Once Negan first spies his mate walking toward him, looking beautiful in white, his face breaks out in the biggest grin. “Ho-ly shit ,” he says to himself, his eyes prickling with happy tears. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Chuck giggles at his reaction as she continues down their makeshift aisle, her own tears of joy welling up. Negan was always the most handsome man she’s ever met, but somehow he’s managed to be even more so today.

As she takes her position facing Negan, he grabs one of her hands, holding it gently in his own. “You look gorgeous,” he whispers to her and swipes the tear tracking down her cheek with his free hand.

“Not so bad yourself,” she replies with a chuckle.

With everyone now seated, Aaron takes his place behind the couple. “So,” he clears his throat. “I guess I’m supposed to officiate this thing. I, uh,” he chuckles to himself, “I did some research into the traditional mating ceremony, thinking maybe I should do something like that. But I decided maybe we shouldn’t go in that direction.”

“Thank fuck,” Negan pipes up, causing everyone to laugh. “That shit’ll make everyone want to blow their brains out.”

Aaron chuckles before continuing. “It was beautiful, the ceremony,” he says diplomatically, “but I felt it wasn’t right for you guys. It focuses on the couple coming together, preordained, to make ‘the pack’ stronger. The group is more important than its members, it seems.” He looks to Negan, hoping he hasn’t missed the mark completely with all this. When Negan doesn’t give him that telltale “I’m pissed” look, Aaron figures he’s doing well enough.

So he continues. “I researched regular- beta ,” he corrects himself, “marriage ceremony. But that wasn’t right, either. It’s more about duty to one another. Choosing a person to care for and love for the rest of your days.

“We know you guys have always been a little different. So I’m going to take a little bit from both worlds. I really liked the way the mating ceremony described the wedding ring,” he pauses, “so I blatantly plagiarized it.” Everyone chuckles as he puts his hand in his pocket and produces the two rings Negan had given him earlier. “By their very name, the alpha comes first and the omega, last. But when they come together, they form a ring,” he holds the white gold jewelry up to everyone, “and the start and the end aren’t obvious. But if they were to separate, the ring would lose all integrity. Only when they are one, is when they’re most strong.”

Aaron hand the rings to Chuck and Negan. “We’re skipping over the fact that it’s usually only the alpha that gets the ring, since omegas have their mark. But since this is a combined wedding, you both have rings. And, of course, we’re doing the beta ‘I do’s. So...” He turns to Negan. “Do you vow to love, honor, and cherish Chuck, in sickness and in heath, for all of your days?”

Negan gives his bride a smile and answers, “Fuck yes, I do.” As everyone chuckles at his words, he places the ring on her delicate finger.

“And you, Chuck?” Aaron continues. “Do you vow to love, honor, and cherish Negan, in sickness and in health, for all of your days?”

She looks back to the man in front of her, the man that’s changed her life for the better, the man that’s made her feel things she never felt possible, and responds, “Yes. I do.” Though her words are soft and choked with emotion, they reach everyone’s straining ears.

Aaron clears his throat and wipes his own eye before saying, “by the powers vested to be by... well no one, I guess,” he jokes, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. And true mates,” he adds with a smile then looks at Negan, “You may now... tastefully ,” he stresses, “kiss your bride.”

The couple looks at each other for only a moment before leaning forward and kissing in a perfectly appropriate way. Even though Negan thinks that it would be hilarious to plant a scorching hot kiss on his new wife, he thinks better of it, knowing it would embarrass her in front of her family.

Negan grabs ahold of Chuck’s hand and thrusts it up in the air. “Let’s fuckin’ party!”

The reception isn’t so much a raucous bash, but a summer backyard barbecue. Negan mans the grill, cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. With the small group of people, it doesn’t take too long to fill everyone’s plates. As everyone sits at the picnic tables to eat their dinners, conversation flows easily.

“That was a beautiful ceremony,” Leah comments.

Aaron chuckles. “I’m sure it wasn’t like the weddings you’re used to.”

The doctor shrugs. “I liked it. Short and sweet,” she replies with a smile.

“You did good.” Negan leans over and claps Aaron on the shoulder. “Uncle Aaron,” he tacks on with a smirk.

Aaron shakes his head. “Don’t call me that,” he calls back, not really angry. “You’re older than me.”

“Eh.” Negan shrugs a shoulder. “You know I’m still gonna fuckin’ do it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Aaron resigns. “You like to be difficult,”’ he jokes.

“You have no idea,” Chuck chimes in.

Negan swivels his head to face her. “You regretting this already?” he jests.

“Totally,” Chuck calls back quickly.

Negan just laughs, knowing Chuck’s sense of humor. “You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

As far as wedding receptions go, it’s fairly mild. After their meal, an impromptu bar is set up on the porch. But instead of the liquor flowing freely, it more trickles. No one in the group is that big of a drinker typically. Chuck, of course, abstains, but that’s not really unusual and doesn’t raise any suspicion. Some mixed drinks are made, but certainly not enough to empty the few bottles that Negan had bought for the occasion. The beer goes better, but no one really over indulges. Simon drinks the most out of everyone, but having owned a bar for years, he can hold his liquor.

Dr. Bailey and her husband are the first to leave, since they have a long drive ahead of them. Then Carl, of course, as the event isn’t suited to keep a teenager’s attention very well. As night falls, everyone else gathers around the fire pit to enjoy the mild weather and the friendly company.

After several minutes of conversation with Rick, Michonne, and Aaron, Negan nudges Chuck and points to where Simon and Diane are sitting by each other. “They look fuckin’ cozy,” he whispers in her ear.

Chuck turns just in time to see her mother laugh out loud at something Simon had said. “Oh god,” she says as she picks up on what Negan was saying. The pair is sitting close to each other, Simon with his hand resting on the back of Diane’s chair and her with her crossed legs angled toward him. “It’s so weird to see my mom flirting. I kinda hate it.”

“Aw, come on. You don’t want them to get their fuck on in the guest room tonight?”

Chuck whips her head around to glare at her husband. “Why would you say that?!” She lets out a shiver and groans. “Gross.”

“Well, they’re sleeping under our roof tonight so... it could fuckin’ happen.”

“Ugh!” She swats at his chest. “What is wrong with you?! Don’t even joke about that! Scar me for life,” she mutters under her breath.

Once Rick and Michonne leave, Chuck and Negan, along with their extended family of Diane, Aaron, and Simon, head inside to sleep the festivities off. Even though it would have been nice to have the house to themselves for some post marital bliss, it made more sense to have Diane and Aaron sleep over since they are going to drive the happy couple to the airport early in the morning. And since they were already having guests, Negan figured Simon might as well stay and not risk driving home late with more than a few beers in his system.

When the morning comes, it’s pretty hectic getting everything ready for their honeymoon, but they manage to get to the airport with their luggage and plenty of time to spare. And that means they have a lot of waiting around to do before they board the plane and get in the air. Just as Negan thinks he’ll go out of his mind in boredom, they’re called to their gate. Once they get to cruising altitude, the flight goes smoothly and they get a chance to relax. After an hour layover in California and a few more hours in the air, they get to their resort in Hawaii just in time to get a quick meal and go to bed.

Knowing that they’d be tired from the travel, they leave the first official day of their honeymoon open to just lounge around and let the jet lag wear off. After eating a late breakfast, they don their swimming suits and head out to the private beach owned by their hotel. Hand in hand, they lazily walk the shore.

“I’ve never been to the Pacific Ocean before,” Chuck mentions as she looks off towards the horizon. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah. You did good suggesting Hawaii. I’m liking all this sun and fuckin’ flowers and shit.”

Chuck giggles at him. “I think we made a mistake moving to Alexandria. We shoulda bought a house here. Just a little beach house right on the water.”

“Sounds fuckin’ good to me,” he jokes back. “Let’s quit our jobs and spend all day lounging naked on the fuckin’ beach.”

“Oh god. Now all I can think about is getting a sunburn on my nether bits. That would be horrible.”

Negan laughs. “You’re right. Your pale as fuck ass would burn right up.”

“Hey, you can’t complain about it now. You’re the one that married me.”

“You know I love your pale ass.” He pulls her into side and kisses her head. “You smell like fuckin’ sunscreen.”

She laughs at him. “I bet. I pretty much bathed in it.”

When they get their fill of sun and sand for the day, they go back to their room to relax before dinner. Chuck takes off the sarong covering her bikini and plops down on the bed, throwing her arms out and laying back. Negan kicks off his flip flops and joins her to lay on his side next to her.

“So where are we gonna eat?” Chuck asks, not moving her gaze from the ceiling.

“What do you want?” Negan moves his hand to her bare stomach and rubs it in a circular motion.

Chuck looks down at his hand on her tummy and suddenly she’s not thinking about dinner anymore. After they had decided not to confirm their pregnancy suspicions with a test until after the honeymoon, they hadn’t really talked about having children. Both of them seemed to choose to keep their attention on their nuptials instead of discussing that heavy topic.

Negan senses the change in mood between them and once he sees her gaze on his hand, he realizes why. “So...” He clears his throat and moves to sit up on the edge of the bed.

Chuck sits up as well, then giggles awkwardly. “Sorry. I guess my mind wandered.”

“It’s alright. I guess I’ve been fuckin’ thinking about it, too. I mean, shit. How can I not?”

She mutters a “yeah,” as she keeps her gaze on her own hands in her lap.

“You feel alright,” he looks at her, “right?”

“Yeah. I feel fine. Normal, really.”

“That’s good.”

She finally turns her head in his direction. “You’ve really been thinking about it?” she asks, referring to what he said just a moment ago.

He nods. “Maybe I’ve been a dick for not talking more-“

“No,” she cuts him off. “I wasn’t talking about it either. I just didn’t-“ She pauses, not knowing how to really finish the sentence.

In truth, she’s spent a lot of time thinking about what it would mean to be pregnant, to bring a child into this world. At first, she was terrified. That’s part of the reason she didn’t seek Negan out for discussion. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him or think that he wouldn’t do everything in his power to be a good father, it was simply that she was unsure in herself. Then, the more they went on ignoring it, the more worried she got that maybe Negan really wasn’t ready for this monumental change.

But the fact of the matter is, Negan was having the same exact thought process as her. He was questioning wether or not he’d be a good father and he didn’t want to voice that to his mate. Then, when she seemed to gloss over her possible pregnancy, he didn’t want to push the subject.

Separately, though, they both eventually came to the same conclusion. Despite their fears of inadequacy, despite the way this all came about, they both are absolutely excited at the prospect of starting a family. Now, they just have to tell each other that.

“You didn’t what?” Negan asks, hoping the rest of her thought won’t be something that he doesn’t want to hear.

She looks in his eyes and decides to tell him the truth. “I’m...” she gives him a tentative smile, “I didn’t want to force you into this. But... I’m kind of... really looking forward to having a kid.”

Negan lets out a huff of breath in relief that turns into a laugh. “Fuck, I’m so glad to hear you say that.”

“What?” She chuckles back.

“I wasn’t fuckin’ sure if you even really wanted it. And I was scared as fuck to tell you that I really fuckin’ want it. You don’t have to fuckin’ worry about forcing me into shit.”

“You’re sure?” she asks, relief tinting her tone.

“Shit, yeah. I mean, I’m still a little anxious about it. But it’s fuckin’ funny. I was excited for all this,” he gestures around them, “honeymoon shit, but I’m even more fuckin’ excited to get you home so you can piss on that test and show that plus sign.”

She laughs at him, her whole face lighting up with the motion. “I’m excited about that, too,” she admits through chuckles. “What a weird thing to be excited about. Peeing on a stick.”

The rest of their honeymoon goes quickly. They hit up some of the tourist things, glass bottom boat trip around the coast, a helicopter tour of the island, hot rock massages at the spa. They made sure not to load up their schedules too much, leaving enough time to lounge on the beach and, of course, enough time in the bedroom.

With phones full of pictures and skin a little bit darker, (For Negan, a nice tan. For Chuck, more freckles) they head back home. Unfortunately due to delays at the airport, they get back to their house much later than they wanted to. So the trip to the drugstore has to wait until the next day.

Bright and early the following morning, the newlywed couple heads to the nearest Walmart, avoiding their old pharmacy for obvious reasons. After looking over the pregnancy test options in the feminine hygiene aisle, they pick two different ones and head home. The car ride isn’t a long one, but it seems like forever before they make it back to their house and upstairs to the master bath.

“So I gotta pee on this end for five seconds,” Chuck says aloud as she reads the instruction paper in her left hand. In her right, she holds the test.

Negan looks up from the packet he’s reading, much in the same way. “This one says the same thing.”

“Should I do them both at once or one at a time?”

“Might as well piss on both of ‘em. We already know what the result’s gonna fuckin’ be. I don’t even know why you wanted to buy two.”

Chuck shrugs. “I don’t know. Just to be sure. What if I didn’t do one right? Or we got a messed up test?”

Negan shrugs back and hands her the test he has. “Get going then.”

With a giggle, she accepts the proffered item to join the similar one already in her hand and takes them both to the toilet. It’s a bit awkward to pee on the specific strip (especially with Negan watching), but in just a few moments, the deed is done.

As they sit down on the floor, their backs leaning on the counter, they wait for the five minutes to be over. After some contemplative silence, Negan asks casually, “You think it’s twins? Triplets?”

“God,” Chuck breathes out with a chuckle. “I don’t think I want more than twins. Even that sounds daunting.”

“With you in heat and me in rut, I’d be surprised if you push out just one fuckin’ rugrat.”

“Is it that uncommon?” she looks over to him to ask, then a thought occurs to her. “You’re an only child.”

“I wasn’t,” he answers, sadness tingeing his words. “I was a twin, but there were fuckin’ complications at birth. My sister didn’t survive,” he takes a deep breath, “and my mom could never get pregnant again. That’s part of the reason my father was such a goddamn bastard to her my whole life.” He shakes his head and his voice turns bitter. “She couldn’t ‘do what she was made to do’ he’d fuckin’ say.” He shrugs. “I probably got half brothers and sisters all over, though. My dad couldn’t be fuckin’ faithful if his life depended on it.”

“I’m sorry,” Chuck says genuinely and he looks to her, “...that your childhood kinda sucked.”

“It’s alright.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her into him. “It’s the fuckin’ past. And I don’t wanna fuckin’ think about that sad shit now. Not when I’m about to get confirmation that I’m gonna be a daddy.”

Chuck’s phone chimes, signally that five minutes has past and the couple look to each other.

Negan stands quickly, holding his hand out to help Chuck stand. “Lets look at that plus sign.”

They both lean over the counter, their eyes trained on the two plastic tests sitting face down. Chuck flips the first one and looks to the indicator window for the plus sign. But a single line is all she sees.

Her brows furrow as confusion sets in. She quickly flips the other test and is met by another single line. Flipping her gaze between the two tests, she says to herself, “I don’t understand.”

When she finally looks up to Negan, who has been uncharacteristically quiet, she sees that his face is twisted in an unpleasant emotion. Was it anger? No. It’s more like... fear.

“What?” she instantly asks.

He stares at her a moment, his breathing fast and shallow, his eyes flicking around wildly.

“What?!” she insists.

“Get your fuckin’ shoes on. We’re leaving.” He turns and stomps out of the bathroom, leaving no room for argument.

Chuck follows after him with quick steps, all the while asking him what’s wrong. He doesn’t answer, though, his mind a singular focus on getting to the door.

“Negan, please. Just tell me what’s going on,” she pleads again as her husband finally pauses his momentum to toe on his shoes by the door to the garage.

“Just get your fuckin’ shoes on, Chuck. Goddamnit.” He picks up her shoes and tosses them to her.

“Stop!” she cries out, tears now pooling in her eyes.

Negan finally looks at her fully and takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart. “Lucille couldn’t get pregnant and we we’re too fuckin’ caught up in other shit to think something was wrong. We tried for fuckin’ months. Then when we finally decided to go to the doctor...” his voice hitches a bit, “That’s when they found the fuckin’ cancer. And it was too goddamn late.”

Chuck looks at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god, Negan. You think I have cancer ?!”

“Just get your shoes on and I’ll take you to the doc. Please, Chuck. Please .”

She stares at him a moment longer before moving. With her mind reeling, she hastily slips on her shoes and follows Negan out to the car. All she can think about is that just when she thought she’d got everything she’d ever wanted, it could all be ripped from her.

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“I’ve had worse scratches from my sister’s kitten”

*Set between season 3 and season 4*

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"Can I slide in a small request?" Michonne said quietly, her face stern. You turned to look at her, eyebrows furrowed.

"What is it?"

A moment of hesitation passed before Michonne finally spoke, the seriousness of her voice making you slightly nervous.

"Snickers. Kit-Kat. Butterfinger, whatever you can find. Please. I'm begging you." Desperation filled her voice as if her life depended on her single request for a candy bar. A laugh bubbled from your lips as you shook your head.

"I'll try my best, though I can't guarantee its freshness," you stated as you made a mental note to look for any form of chocolate on your supply run.

"As long as it has sugar and has more than a hundred calories, I don't care if it's decades old," Michonne retorted and offered you a small smile.

"Be safe," she instructed finally before turning away from you.

Daryl leaned against the car with arms crossed, waiting patiently for you. Tyreese already had the engine running, and soon the three of you were exiting the prison grounds. The sun was fresh and sharp having just risen, and the blinding golden rays streamed through the windows. From the backseat, you watched as golden strips of light cut across Daryl's skin, almost making him glow. He looked beautiful. He absentmindedly chewed on a fingernail while he and Tyreese exchanged quiet conversation.

An aura of tiredness filled the car. It was early, and runs weren't a fun part of surviving - though they were necessary. The prison ran out of food quickly despite the rationing, so scavenging for supplies became more frequent. Most of the time it was you and Daryl out hunting for food. The two of you worked exceptionally well together - your bubbly yet sarcastic disposition paired well with his hostility and dryness, and you found yourself enjoying time with Daryl. He was cold and stern, but beneath the tough exterior was a heart of gold. You'd clearly seen that throughout the months. This was occasionally reinforced by meaningful conversations shared between the two of you on late night watches, or laying beside a fire in the woods. He was a good person.

"Y/n, you still awake?" Tyreese said loudly, making you wince.

"Am now, asshole," you joked with a small chuckle, and Daryl glanced at you out the corner of his eye, his lip tugged up at the corner.

After a few more minutes, the entered into a desolate town and the three of you stepped out, weapons ready. Everything looked ransacked. Windows were smashed in, and walls were covered in graffiti. The end is here. Repent and get saved. They're coming. We're all dead. You're dead.

A small chill ran down your spine, and the two men also seemed unsettled by the writing on the wall. It was hard to get used to things like that. It added to the feeling of impending doom that always seem to loom at the back of everyone's minds. Walkers snarled in the distance. None of them seemed nearby, but everyone knew it was best to get in and get out before they became a problem.

"There," Tyreese pointed out a large building with a faded sign - what once was presumably a Walmart. Quickening up the pace, you headed into the building.

Daryl stepped protectively in front of you, crossbow raised. He scanned the massive room before walking forward towards the shelves.

"Let's split up," you suggested in a whisper. The large man nodded before Daryl interjected.

"No, no way. Ya stick with me," he instructed, making you roll your eyes despite the warmth that filled your heart.

"I can fight. It'll be quicker if we split up," you motioned to your gun and knife.

"She's right," Tyreese agreed, earning a glare from the archer. After a moment he reluctantly agreed, and we went different ways.

The shelves were not entirely empty, but most of the canned goods were gone. The only things left were the things most people didn't want to eat - beans, tuna, clams, vienna sausage. You placed the available tins in your backpack before heading to the candy aisle. Your heart sunk when you saw that it was totally barren. All the racks were empty, save for a single bag of marshmallows that had been ripped open and spilled all over. Defeated, you dropped to your knees.

"Why the candy?" You muttered bitterly to yourself, letting out a huge sigh.

"Ya say something?" Daryl called out from somewhere else in the store, and you shook your head stupidly before realizing that he couldn't see you.

"Just talking to myself," you called back. In a last effort, you bent down to scan the deep dark depths beneath the metal shelving. Shining you flashlight underneath, all there was to be seen was an ungodly amount of spiderwebs and dust. Then something glinted in the artificial light. Desperately you crawled forward to reach for the shining object. With a crinkle, you pulled out the dusty bar. Baby Ruth. Hell yeah. A big smile plastered onto your face and you pocketed the candy bar - Michonne was going to be happy. She hadn't asked for anything since arriving at the prison. All she did was help out as much as she could and stayed out of the way. The two of you had become close friends in the short time that Michonne had been at the prison, but it might as well have been years of friendship. It sure as hell felt that way sometimes.

"Guys we got company!" Tyreese yelled, snapping you out of your daze. Raising your gun you shot up off the floor and headed towards the sound of his voice, now noticing hungry growls.

"Holy shit."

A steady stream of walkers flowed through the single open door of the Walmart, while dozens more were pressed against the large window panes, blocking your exit. Arrows fired from beside you, and you glanced at Daryl. He was focused. You and Tyreese followed suit, firing your guns at the grotesque and hungry walkers. Their jaws snapped loudly. With a sudden shatter, one of the large window panes gave in under the pressure of the walkers, allowing them entrance.

"Shit," Daryl muttered. Fear pulsed through you as you kept firing, though it seemed pointless. The unmistakable click of an empty mag sent frustration coursing through your head. You flung your gun towards a biter with only half a face, then pulled out your knife. Rushing forward into the oncoming creatures, you stabbed them relentlessly in their decaying heads, one by one.

"We gotta go," Tyreese said breathlessly as he motioned towards the rest of the building. There had to be another exit. You nodded as you turned away from the creatures and hurried towards Daryl, who placed a warm hand on your arm.

"Ya okay?" He asked quietly, his low voice rumbling through your chest. His eyes were simultaneously cold and warm, paradoxical like him. Soft and hard. Cold and warm. Where his fingers touched your skin sent waves of electricity through your body, making your stomach tighten.

"Yeah," you breathed softly, your eyes staring straight into his.

"Seriously guys, not the time. We gotta go now."

With the moment broken, the three of you ran through the array of shelves. In the distance was another loud shatter. Then another. Then another. No more glass. Panic rose in your chest along with the increasing sense of urgency. They were coming, fast. Tyreese fired his last few rounds at the herd of walkers that just rounded the corner, and Daryl continued to fire his arrows - which would eventually run out.

"Tyreese, find the exit. We'll hold them off," you barked as you stabbed your blade through a half-exposed temple. The man paused for a moment, contemplating arguing, then nodded and headed out of sight. One particularly gross walker had been split up the torso, and its bowels hung out of it like putrid sausage. Its jaw hung limply from its rotting face, tongue lolling out like a smelling slab of meat. Bile rose in your throat and you shut your eyes.

It was a stupid thing to do.

Suddenly you were down on the ground. Fingers clawed at your ankle and a new set of nails clawed at your stomach, ripping open your skin. A small scream erupted from you as you shoved your arm forward, blocking the thing from chewing your face. A series of other pains burned their way onto your body like fire, and tears streamed down your face.

The walker by your face suddenly stilled, as did the other ones surrounding you. In one swift motion, Daryl pulled you up into his arms and sped towards a small, dingy bathroom. The fear in his eyes seemed to scare you more than the intensity of the situation.

He threw down his crossbow and instantly surveyed your wounds, paying attention the scratches on your abdomen. Blood seeped out of the slits and onto the beige tiled floor, making you feel slightly sick.

"Shit, y/n," Daryl's voice was laced with panic. His hands pressed against the wounds to stop the bleeding.

"It's not so bad. I've had worse scratches from my sister's kitten," you joked, though your attempt at humor failed miserably. Anger flashed across the man's face.

"This ain't a joke, y/n!" He yelled, making you flinch. Black spots danced into your vision and you shook your head slightly. It only made you more dizzy.

"You're right. The joke is you focusing on the scratches," you said lazily, staring into Daryl's fearful eyes. A puzzled expression crossed his face. Sighing, you pulled yourself into a half-sitting position before pulling off your tattered shirt. Daryl blushed heavily before turning to a deathly pale shade when he spotted the fresh bite in the side of your torso.

"No, no, no. No," he said repeatedly, his hands suddenly by the bite as if he could heal it. he couldn't. His head shook repeatedly, shaking free a few teardrops which spilled onto your blood-soaked skin.

"'S okay, Daryl," you said softly, gently placing your hand on his warm arm. Death was inevitable. Everyone knew that.

"Don't you dare say that," Daryl growled.

"It really is, it's okay. I'm not afraid of dying," you reassured him, though it was a lie. Everyone is afraid of dying. Especially when they have to die in front of the person they loved.

"Ya ain't gonna die. I'm not lettin' that happen. Ya gonna be fine, y/n. Ya gonna be fine," the archer's voice was now thick, choked by tears. Your own tears spilled onto your face as you watched him stare helplessly at your dying body.

"Don't let me turn."

Daryl looked at you, and for the first time you saw that he was broken. His mouth was turned down at the corners, and tears spilled down his cheeks in a steady flow, hair covering his face. Your hand found his blood-covered one as you passed him the Baby Ruth bar, also covered in blood. Your blood.

"Please give this to Michonne," you whispered and your eyes slowly fluttered shut. You were tired.

"Open ya eyes, y/n. Stay with me. Stay awake," Daryl pleaded as he gripped your hand, his other hand on your overheating face. It was now a battle whether you would die from blood loss or from the infection. This was one competition that you wished neither would win.

"I'm just tired," your voice was barely audible, sending blind fear through Daryl's body.

He never got close because he knew this day would come, but now it was here, he wish he did. He wished he'd told you how he felt. He wished he'd spent every single waking second with you, rather than attempt to distance himself. But now it didn't matter, because you were dying and it hurt all the same. God, how it hurt.

"Stay with me," Daryl pleaded finally, before he did it. Heart beating so fast he thought it would explode, Daryl place both hands on the side of your face and gently placed his lips against yours. All the times he wanted tell you how he felt, all the times you'd shared watching the stars, all the moments of ineffable feelings between the two of you filled that single kiss. His lips against yours felt like his heart growing warm and his heart shattering at the same time. It was warm because he loved you. It shattered because he knew that he would never be able to kiss you again. He would never be able to have more moments with you.

"Finally," you muttered weakly when you broke apart. Your heart would have been beating fast if it weren't pumping slowly and thickly from blood loss. New tears lined your face as you stared into Daryl's swollen eyes. Your heart broke at the sight.

"'S okay, D."

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, placing his forehead against yours. He felt your warm, slow breaths against his face. The words were about to leave his lips; those three words that he'd been itching to say for the longest time. But then he realized it didn't matter anymore, because he no longer felt your breaths on his face. They had stopped. You were gone.

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The Truth Will Out 5 [Prodigal Son/TWD]

Jesus thought he had left his past as Malcolm Bright buried in the remains of New York. He thought wrong.

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“Carl, get out of here now,” Paul repeated as his heart hammered in his ears and he noticed that Carl was starting to edge away.

“Now, now, none of that boy.” John tsked as he cocked a gun as he aimed it towards the teen who went still at the threat.

“Let him go, John,” Paul said slowly switching into his old role as a profiler, doing his best to push flashbacks of the last time the two had been face to face.

“Now why would I do that?” John tipped his head to the side as he stared intently at Paul.

“It’s not him you want John, it’s me, it’s always been me right?” Paul said slowly, holding his arm out to the side in an attempt of shielding Carl.

“Oh little Malcolm, it’s been so long and you’ve come so far from that night in the basement.” John’s lips twisted up in a manic smile that sent chills down Paul’s back.

“What do you mean?” Paul pressed, keeping John’s attention on him and away from Carl.

“Do you remember what I told you about how you have to pass your trials as I did with my grandfather?” John reminded and Paul shuddered absently as that memory flashed through his mind.

“You mean when you chased my mother and sister with an axe?” Paul snapped, the rage he had felt from that night rearing up in his chest.

“If you had allowed me to do my work then, things would have played out for the two of us very differently.” John huffed, his eyes shining in anger and Paul wanted nothing more than to grab Carl and get the hell away from John Watkins.

“However that’s all in the past now! You have finally completed them and your father! Oh your father, I am so proud of you for the way you gutted him. I bet he was too.” A large smile crept its way onto John’s face and Paul winced back at the reminder of what had happened a mere few days ago. Suddenly it all clicked and Paul let out a soft exhale of breath.

“You were following him, you were using him to find me,” Paul said in realization and John’s smile widened.

“The hair, beard and new name did throw me for a bit. Such a resourceful boy you are little Malcolm. I’m touched you used Paul as your name as I did once upon a time.” John crooned sounding like a proud father and it made Paul wince. Paul was doing his best not to look at Carl, not wanting to see the confusion and fear on the teen’s face.

“What exactly do you want with me, John?” Paul asked slowly, keeping John set firmly in his sights, body tense in case the man made a move to fire at Carl.

“What I’ve always wanted little Malcolm and now that you have suffered through your trials you are ready for the next step in your transformation,” John explained and Paul nodded to himself.

“That’s what I thought,” Paul sighed and then he was moving. He latched onto John’s wrist and shoved it high in the air, a gunshot going off and Paul struggled to keep John in place.

“Carl, run!” Paul shouted and he saw Carl blur past him as he bolted down the road and something relaxed at seeing Carl beyond John’s range.

“Stubborn boy, don’t worry I’ll break you of that soon enough,” Jon grunted as he locked his other arm around Paul’s throat and the longhaired man jerked when a far too familiar smelling cloth was pressed against his mouth and nose. Paul’s panic rose, almost choking on it as he did his best to keep to not to inhale the chloroform. John grunted and pressed the cloth harder and Paul soon had no choice but to breathe.

Paul’s world spun around him as his vision began to fade and heaviness settled in his body. He sagged against John and shuddered when John curled his arms around him and held him in an embrace with his cheek pressed against Paul’s head.

“We’re going to have so much fun together little Malcolm, after all this time.” John crooned and that was what sent Paul spiraling into darkness.

~~/~~

Rick and Daryl startled, hands going to their weapons when the front door suddenly flew open and Carl came running in, panic and shock clear on his face.

“Carl? What’s wrong?” Rick was glad Judith was off with Michonne at the moment as he hurried over to his son, eyes scanning for wounds.

“It was that newcomer!” Carl spoke in a rushed tone, his words blurring together, not making any sense to the two men.

“Carl, Carl, just breathe and tell us what happened. Where’s Paul?” Daryl placed his hands on Carl’s shoulders and blinked taken back when Carl gripped his wrists and looked up at him with panic clear in his eyes.

“The newcomer knows Paul! He almost shot me and started rambling about how Paul passed his trials when he killed his father and was ready to join him! You have to help him!” Carl explained in the same rush, but his words made more sense and a cold chill settled over Daryl and Rick.

“Shit! Carl stay here!” Rick ordered as he slung his holster onto his hips while Daryl snatched up his crossbow and the two men rushed from the house, heading towards the clearing. Their feet pounded against the dirt as their hearts pounded in their chests as they skidded into the clearing.

“Shit, no one is here!” Daryl swore before he growled when he noticed Paul’s knives lying carelessly on the ground and a mess of footprints showing there had been a fight, a struggle.

“They couldn’t have gotten far, they have to be in Alexandria someplace. Gather the others and we will start our search, we will find him Daryl and we will ruin the man who took him.” Rick fell back into his determined leader role, his eyes burning with fire and Daryl felt the same as the other man.

~~/~~

Paul let out a long moan as his senses rushed back at him almost all at once. Paul let his eyes flutter open and he squinted into the darkness that surrounded him. He felt uneven, dirt of an unfinished floor below him; he dug his fingers into the dirt and shakily pushed himself up. Paul stilled when a rattle of chains reached his ears and he stared in mounting horror at the sight of metal shackles around his wrists.

“No,” Paul whispered as his vision doubled and he was brought back to the moment he woke up when John first took him.

“Please no, not again,” Paul whispered as he sat up and looked down at himself. His usual clothes were gone and instead, he was in a pale blue dress shirt and black dress pants and his feet were bare.

“Why?” Paul didn’t understand and his confusion and horror mounted when he lifted his head, his head that had felt lighter than it had in a while and he caught sight of a mirror on the wall in front of him. His breath caught in his throat and a sob bubbled up in his throat.

Malcolm Bright stared back at him from the reflection, his hair was short and his beard was missing. John had taken away Paul Rovia and brought Malcolm Bright back, brought Malcolm back to that night in the cellar under his family home.

Malcolm winced back violently and his chains rattled as the door next to the mirror swung open and John stepped over the threshold.

“Shall we begin little Malcolm? After all, you have much to learn,” John crooned as he smiled down at Malcolm and the defeated look he was already sporting and the door clicked shut behind the man, trapping Malcolm in his horrific past.

#Prodigal Son #The Walking Dead #Paul Rovia was Malcolm Bright #kidnapped Malcolm Bright #Malcolm Bright is Jesus #Jesus & Daryl Dixon #Jesus & Rick Grimes #Jesus & Carl Grimes #Paul Rovia & John Watkins #poor Paul/Malcolm #fallenqueen2 #The Truth Will out

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9x01: Details

Good morning! So today, I'm going over details.

***Once again, spoilers abound for TWD 9x01. I think most people have watched by now, but if you haven’t, don’t click the READ MORE. You’ve been warned!***

Of course we saw a lot of motorcycles at the beginning. We could call that part of the Bike Theory.

We also naturally saw a lot of horses. I notice the ones between behind and Jesus were both dark and light. Of course, with lots of horses that the characters were writing all throughout.

I want to say a word about the crucifixion walker on the X. First of all, it's on X. (X theory). As I said yesterday, it's one of three Daryl shoots in the head, and because premieres set up for the rest of the season, I think this points to us seeing a crucifixion this year. Maybe not a literal one, but maybe seeing the truth of what happened with Beth.

We also discussed in my group that there are major parallels between this walker and the one outside the moonshine shack that Daryl did target practice on.

We felt like this was a Beth moment because in Still, she got after him for being flippant about killing walkers. She thought it was more respectful to “just kill it,” than to use it in a way that might be disrespectful to the person the walker once was. We think that's why Daryl shot this walker. In truth, using a walker to keep the crows away from the crops is actually a good idea. But obviously Daryl had an emotional response to that and shot it.

I mentioned this in my analysis of the trailer, but there's also a walker in the city, sitting next to the car, just like Rick and Daryl during their “you’re my brother” convo. Not sure why they put this in here, except perhaps to be a little ironic because Daryl and Rick are at odds right now.

I couldn't help but notice a "flip" theme. When Jerry passes Daryl on the bridge, he says, "Clearing the rally point, dude. See you on the flip.” Later Rick and Michonne pass walkers in the city and then flip around and come back to kill them. The writers talked a lot about a literal “flip the script” kind of thing for this season, which we’re hoping means we’ll see Beth. But I feel like they were incorporating this into the episode as the theme.

(The walker Michonne kills when she “flips” back around is the one that was sitting by the car, reminiscent of the “you’re my brother” convo. So maybe symbolic of them returning to stuff that happened in S4?)

When they ride into the city, there are some signs behind Daryl. Before I got a chance to look at them very closely, @wdway identified three different signs with Ps on them.

That mirrors the PPP card Tara found when Heath disappeared in 7x06.

Because we know the Whisperers are coming this season, I still think this probably points to them. Which would mean that Heath is with the Whisperers. Either way, this foreshadows something. It will be interesting to see how this plays out.

Inside the Capitol building, I was reminded a lot of the compound Rick and Daryl found Gracie in in S8. Mostly because there was so much white and wood interior. Because it was darker inside than out, it also had the Grady lighting going on. It also reminded me a bit of father Gabriel's church and the Big Spot, mostly because TF sneaked around and explored quietly with guns. It just gave me S4/S5 vibes.

Ways in which this episode parallels 4x01:

1.Them entering the Capitol felt a bit like the Big Spot.

2.When Ezekiel fell through the glass floor, it looked exactly like the walker who came through the roof of the Big Spot. (And combine that with Breaking Glass Theory).

3.The “B” painted over a 30 mile-per-hour side. It felt like Beth and 30 Days Without an Accident.

4.Similar but opposite. In 4x01, there was a herd of walkers overtop of the group (at the Big Spot). In this case, there was a herd of rockers underneath the group. In that case, a walker fell through the roof. In this case the human person fell through the floor. You can see the parallels, but it's also sort of opposite. Which adds to the flip the script theme.

5.What happened with Siddiq felt like an echo of what happened to Zach, just with spiders added. (Another opposite: Siddiq didn’t actually die but Zach did.)

6.We saw wooden barriers with spikes around the communities, just like the prison.

7. In 4x01, Zach saves Bob. Here, Ken saves horse.

8. Villain mentioned but absent. In 4x01, it’s the Gov. Here, it’s Negan. Sort of backs up the theory about how they’ll replay the sequence from 4x08, but this time Negan will take the Gov’s place, Rick may take Hershel’s place, and Beth will take Rick’s place.

9. The Daryl/Carol scene. These have been mentioned by others previous when this scene was released as a sneak peek, but to recap: A) Daryl and Carol hanging out and talking casually. 2) She says “stop.” I think in 4x01 it was him that said it. Either way, the line was said. 3) She calls him Pookie. I don’t think we’ve heard that at all since 4x01.

When they find the seeds, the packet says Rattlesnake Snap Bean.

It’s a real thing. As far as I can tell, they’re kinda like green beats but longer and thinner with dark streaks that make them look like a rattle snake. (Source) Hence the name. But this is an example of them specifically using that brand. I mean, they could have shown tomato seeds or something, right? And when was the only time you saw a rattlesnake? In Still.

Michonne looks at a “More Perfect Union” poster, but it’s specifically about the conflicts that led up to the formation of the country. This is obviously a foreshadow of conflicts coming this season, and it probably foreshadows Michonne's leadership.

During the scene where Ezekiel falls through the floor, there's lots of emphasis on people's shoes and boots. It's probably at least in part because they’re showing that the floor is rickety, but we saw a lot of boots in this scene. It jumped out at me.

I said yesterday that I was nervous about Ezekiel maybe dying. After reading spoilers for next week, I'm already less worried. It occurred to me that Zeke falling through the floor COULD foreshadow his death. But the he didn’t actually die here, and I didn’t see any specific death omens. Rather, it was just a close call. If this does foreshadow something, I would say it foreshadows him almost dying, but in the end he’ll survive to make out with Carol for another day. ;D At least, that’s the hope.

Ken said, “Shoeing these horses is a full-time job.” This reminded me of @frangipanilove’s theory about hoofed animals, especially horses, and shoes.

I thought it was really funny when Carol refused the ring. She was being such a girl. At that point. "If you’re gonna propose, do it right! Not on back of a horse!” 😆😆😆

Rosita said something interesting when they discovered the broken bridge. She said, "two other herds merged into Sylvia, so now it's even bigger.” She also said that they took out the walkie repeater on the bridge went out.

It's interesting to me that they're naming herds now. There obviously tracking them and trying to manipulate their pathways. Sylvia means “forest” or “spirit of the wood.”

A repeater for the walkers helps widen the area that can pick up the walkie talkie signal. And that’s been taken out. So their communications have been somewhat compromised. This definitely qualifies as part of the Communications Theme.

After Ken dies, we once again seen a 8:20 clock. Remember that last season, we saw one, particularly in Rick's Old Man Coda. I was originally just going to say that this is still in play, and while we were wrong about it pointing to episode 8x04, obviously this symbolism is still important.

Then I sat and thought about it for a minute, trying to make connections. Remember, Rick's Old Man Coda was actually Carl's vision of the future. In that vision, he saw Negan being a part of the community and making nice with Rick and teen family. I do think they will eventually move toward realizing that vision. The clock could be to show that they will be moving toward Carl's vision as a way of honoring him this season.

But. Remember THIS POST in which M-Nonny discovered that the opposite time (10:10) represents famous people who were shot and killed. So doing 8:20 may represent someone who was shot and lived. And y’all know I think Carl’s death and Beth’s return will be related. And then there was the Phoenix behind Carl. So, I know this isn’t at all definitive, but it's a symbol I'm definitely keeping an eye on.

I thought it was funny during Rick and Daryl’s convo that Daryl said, "We can't make enough corn fuel to run the cars or the trucks." Notice that there was no mention of not being able to run the RVs or his motorcycle. LOL. I get that smaller vehicles take a lot less gas, but it's just a convenient way for the writers to allow him to keep riding his motorcycle, even though there out of fuel. LOL.

The whole charter vs constitution thing was interesting. For the record, a charter is something issued by a sovereign (king or queen, which kind of reinforces the whole 4 Queens theory, btw) while a constitution is written by the people. So for right now, Michonne and Rick are just telling the people how it will be, rather than having them come together and agree on their own rules. Not exactly sure why this was included, but it’s interesting.

With Gregory's death, they might have been specifically doing an antiparallel to Randall in S2. Remember in my Opening Credits Analysis, I noted there was a noose in the barn, and it reminded me of F almost hanging Randall. It also obviously foreshadowed Gregory's death.

I don't disagree with Maggie’s actions (let's face it, the dude really had to go). I do think they’re trying to show that Maggie is becoming a little too dark and brutal for it to be a good thing. So, in S2, TF almost hung Randall, but didn't. Here, Rick and Michonne didn't think Maggie would really hang Gregory, but she did. Maggie is taking a dark stance on things, not unlike Daryl, and it's not entirely healthy.

A few more small details and I’ll shut up for today:

There were tents set up in the Capitol building, which reminded me of the ones on the sky bridge in 5x06.

Oh, and this walker is wearing a sweater that looks just like the one Beth wore in the Bethyl hug scene in 4x01.

There were red umbrellas in the background when the spider walker grabbed Siddiq. Kinda like the red umbrella we saw in 7x16? It’s a Red Object which, once again, probably represent red easter eggs/resurrection.

Right in front of that is a sheet that reminds us of Daryl and Beth putting the tarp over the Rick Bitch walker in 4x12. And it’s yellow! Just so many callbacks.

I haven’t mentioned Xs, but they’re all over: the crucified walker at the beginning. The boat Daryl and Cindy get is resting on wooden Xs. The glass floor has grids, so either boxes or Xs, depending on how you look at them. A vent under one of the Natural History tarp that’s full of Xs. If you just look for them in the episode, you’ll find them everywhere! (X Theory).

I think it's all the details I have for right now. Tomorrow I'll analyze the lyrics of Eldon’s song. Anybody see anything I missed?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)

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Carl Grimes x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they're best friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was so mad is because he couldn't live without her and he loves her. And the rest is smut?

Warnings: Violence/graphic descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this in real life.)

“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.

Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.

“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.

“We got this.” You yell back, trying to feign enthusiasm. You’re not going to die, not today. “The door will hold.”

When Rick and Michonne had asked you and Carl to accompany them on the run today, you two were shocked, needless to say. Since you’re both only teenagers, Rick rarely allows you to go on runs, despite you and Carl both being mature and skilled enough to fight off walkers like everyone else. Rick had said that this was a “test run,” to see if the both of you are able to join the group on more.

It had started out with all of you in the same place, but as you found less and less supplies, Rick wanted to split up. He had sent you and Carl down a few blocks to the next grocery store while he stayed back with Michonne to check out the nearby pharmacy. Everything was going well at first, there were no walkers, and somehow the market had a ton of useful supplies left. You thought you had found heaven.

That was, until, Carl accidentally set off one of the damn alarms. The ringing was loud enough to attract walkers for miles, and not surprisingly, it did. Some had managed to get inside of the store before you locked the main door shut, but because of that, there was no way out beside the windows.

“We can’t stay in here,” Carl tells you as he finishes off the last walker, the knife sliding out of its skull as he shoves it to the ground. “They won’t leave as long as they see us in here.”

“The windows.” You point to the large, dirty windows that are in the back of the small store you’re in. “From the looks of it, it’s clear. We could go, just make a run for it. But if Rick and Michonne come and see we’re gone…”

“We don’t have another choice.” Carl shakes his head. “Let’s go.”

One of the reasons that you and Carl make such a great team is because of how well you bond together. Ever since you two had been introduced back at the farm, you two had clicked instantly. You did everything together, and over the years, you definitely come to consider him your best friend. Not that you really had much of an option before you came to Alexandria, but still. No one can replace Carl, not to you.

You follow Carl over to the windows, watching as he flips the latch up and slides the panel open. The walkers hear this and start making their way to the back of the store, a sign that you two need to hurry the fuck up.

Carl, being the gentleman that he is, makes sure that you go out first. You put your foot on the ledge as you swing your body over the paneling, jumping down onto the ground below you. You make an ‘oof’ sound as your feet hit the ground before standing up and straightening yourself out. Looking over to your left, you can see the walkers getting closer, and Carl is still not over the paneling yet.

“Fuck, Carl, hurry!” You plead, even though you know it’s not going to make a difference.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m trying!” He rolls his eyes, but you can see that panic is starting to settle in. Just as he’s about to jump down onto the ground, one of the walkers reaches the windows, pulling on Carl’s legs. His eyes go wide as he tries to shake it off, but between the motions of that and the walker pulling, Carl falls to the ground.

Instinctively, you run over to Carl, basically doing a football tackle motion to the walker as you dive onto it, getting it off of him. This, unfortunately, puts you in a bad position, as instead of giving you the advantage of being on top of the walker like you had hoped, it is now hovering over your body, its mouth open and ready to attack.

You use all your strength possible to push it off of you, but it’s not enough. Just as the weight and drive in this walker becoming overbearing, Carl plunges his knife into its head, allowing you to get up and escape from your near death.

“Let’s go.” Carl grabs your hand, forcing you to run with him in the opposite direction.

You two run as fast and as long as possible until you’re both sure that you’ve escaped the walkers. While this is a tremendously good thing, now you are both hopelessly lost in the middle of the forest. Not only that, but the sky is only growing darker by the minute, and you can tell that it’s going to start down pouring at any second now. Fantastic.

“We,” You start out, taking a gasp as you struggle to breathe from the intense running. “Made it.”

“Barely.” Carl scoffs, his own breath heavy. “What the hell was that back there? You almost killed yourself!”

“I was saving your life!” You glare at him. “What else was I supposed to do? Let you die? Because I’m sorry, but I will not ever do that. If there’s even the slightest chance I can save your life, I will.”

“I could’ve handled it.” Carl shakes his head.

“No, Carl, you couldn’t have. Sorry if I’m hurting your big ego, but you would’ve died if I didn’t help you back there. Be at least a little thankful.” You roll your eyes.

You know you’re being a little harsh, but it annoys you to no end that Carl is acting this way. Over the years, you two have gotten into plenty of arguments (cons of being best friends who are around each other constantly), so you’re not afraid to say what you think anymore around him. If you think he’s wrong, you’re certainly not afraid to call him out on it, and vice versa. Only this time, the both of you think you’re right.

“And you would’ve died if I didn’t help you.” Carl snaps. “Next time, just let me handle things.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying sometimes.” You huff out. You hear a clap of thunder in the distance, a few raindrops following that sound. It all happens so quickly, and before you know it, it’s raining on the both of you. Hard.

“We can finish this fight later, we need to find shelter!” Carl calls out to you over the loud rain, lightning flashing in the distance.

“’We can finish this fight later’… Ridiculous.” You mumble under your breath, knowing he won’t hear you.

You and Carl run around for a good while in an attempt to find something that will provide shelter that isn’t a tree. After some time, and some praying that you won’t get hit by lightning, you two stumble across a small log cabin, tucked away in the trees. Neither of you wastes any time running inside, grateful to be some place dry.

The cabin has obviously been ransacked through, and there was for sure no more food or anything left, but it’ll work while you’re waiting for the storm to pass. There was still a couch and a bed, as well as plenty of blankets and pillows.

“I’m fucking freezing.” You shiver as you kick off your wet boots, setting them by the door. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take these clothes off.”

“You’re what?” Carl’s eyes widen at your words.

“We’re both going to get hypothermia if we don’t take off our wet clothes. It’s cold. Don’t worry, there are blankets. We can still cover up while we wait for our clothes to dry.” You offer. You and Carl have never really seen each other in that state of undress before, so for you two to be practically naked in front of each other is slightly awkward.

“I-I guess you’re right.” Carl stutters, his cheeks becoming flushed.

You begin to peel off your shirt, but when you realize that he’s still staring at you, you give him a look. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to turn around.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He apologizes, shuffling his body and turning around to start beginning to undress.

You strip off all your clothing, starting with your shirt and ending with your underwear. As you turn your body to the side in an attempt to grab a blanket off the couch, Carl does at the same time, leaving you both very exposed in front of each other.

“Oh my god,” You blush, grabbing the blanket and covering yourself up quickly. Carl stood there, frozen for a moment, until you chucked a blanket at him.

“Jesus, Carl, don’t just stand there.” You say, watching as Carl blushes and wraps the blanket around him, successfully covering himself up.

“Did you see anything?” He asks you, taking a seat down on the couch.

“No, did you?” You ask him back, although your answer is a complete and total lie. You saw everything. But, to spare his further embarrassment (and yours), you decide that acting like you didn’t is the best option.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t impressed by what you saw, though.

“Nope.” He says quickly, and you can tell by the tone in his voice that he’s lying as well, but you don’t push it. This situation is already awkward; it doesn’t need to become worse. As a matter of fact, you think this is probably the most uncomfortable and embarrassing moment you’ve had with Carl yet, and considering how many you’ve had in the past, that’s a big achievement.

“So…” You trail off in attempt to clear the tension out of the room. Carl doesn’t respond, he just starts fiddling with his fingers. You two sit in silence for what feels like hours, and since you have no way to tell the time, it certainly may have been.

“Do you think Rick and Michonne are looking for us?” You’re the first to break the silence.

“Probably not. They’re probably taking shelter somewhere, too. I’m not too worried.” Carl shrugs. “Besides... I think they might be together, anyways. I’m pretty sure, at least.”

“Your dad and Michonne?” Your jaw drops. “No way!”

“I don’t know.” Carl shakes his head. “Neither of them says anything about it, but I think it's happening. Or will at some point.”

“I thought he had something for Jessie?” You ask. “Huh.”

“I thought so, too, but sometimes the way he looks at Michonne… I don’t know. I probably won’t know. My dad doesn’t talk to me about those kinds of things.”

“Yeah, I get it.” You nod.

“So…” Carl trails off. “Sorry for blowing up at you earlier. I was just freaked out, you almost died because of me, and you’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t live without you. If you died…”

“I get it.” You say quickly. “Don’t need to explain yourself. I mean, it was frustrating that you didn’t even thank me and all you did was yell, but I understand.”

“I just… If you died, I don’t know. I’d be a mess.” Carl admits. “I’ve lost so many people, I can’t lose you, too.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You smile at Carl, putting your hand on his blanket-clad shoulder. “I’ll always be here.”

“I love you.” Carl blurts out, making you do a double take.

Did he just say that he loves you? By the sincere (and slightly panicked) look on his face, you know that he did that say that, and he meant it. Your heart starts to beat a little faster, a smile forming on your lips. Never did you ever think that they day would come when Carl Grimes confessed his love for you.

“What?” You know what he said, but damn do you want to hear that again.

“I love you.” Carl sighs. “When I thought you were going to die today, Y/N, something just clicked. This switch went off in my mind like it was screaming at me how much I’m in love with you, and that you were about to die right in front of me. That’s why I acted like that. I’m sorry.”

“That’s… Wow.” You gulp. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“I’m a fucking idiot, can we just forget I said th-“

You cut him off by crawling over closer to him (effectively losing your blanket covering at the same time) and pressing your lips up against his. He takes a moment to kiss you back, presumably shocked by the situation, but once he does, oh boy he does.

It’s a little clumsy, and your lips aren’t perfectly in sync, but it’s perfect to you. You’re kissing Carl, not something you’d ever really thought would happen, but now that it is, you can’t imagine ever stopping. His lips feel like heaven against yours, like they were made for this exact moment.

His hands travel up your bare sides, pulling you in closer to him, losing his blanket now as well. You can feel his hardening length pressing up against you, making you giggle.

“Ah shit, is this really happening, or is this just another one of my dreams?” Carl pulls away from you, a smirk plastered on his face.

You pinch his arm loosely, grinning yourself. “It’s the real deal.”

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Carl mumbles as he places his lips on your neck, making you moan softly. “I can’t imagine doing this with anybody else.”

“Me either.” You admit. “You’ll be my first, you know.”

“Me, too.” Carl begins to suck lightly on your neck, and your hands find their way into his hair, pulling it lightly. You begin to grind your clit against his length, the slickness only adding to both of your pleasures.

Carl suddenly pins you down underneath him, bringing his right hand down and entering a finger inside of you. You moan out at the feeling, rolling your hips around it. He stays at a steady pace, pressing kisses all along your body. He’s making you feel so beautiful, so loved, so worshiped, and you couldn’t feel any more confident about the decision you’re both making.

“I don’t have a condom.” Carl looks up at you, pulling his finger out of you. “I can pull out, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You reach over and pump his length a few times, watching as his head falls back in pleasure just from a simple gesture.

He grabs onto his member, placing it at your entrance before slowly sliding it in. An unfamiliar burning sensation hits you, not too painful, but enough for it to be noticeable. Carl notices your slight wince and stops pushing in, looking down at you in concern.

“No, keep going.” You give him the go-ahead. “It’ll get better.”

“You sure?”

“A hundred percent.” You grin, and he places his hands on the couch cushions on either side of your shoulder as he continues to slide in. You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pulling him into you a bit further, showing him that he doesn’t have to treat you so lightly. Carl begins to thrust into you faster and harder, both of your moans filling the room. The pain that was once there has subdued and all you can feel is a pleasure so great, you didn’t even know it existed.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Carl groans out. “This feels so good, you feel so good, fuck.”

“Fuck,” You breathe out, not able to coherently form any other word. Your finger dig into Carl’s back, knowing that it will leave marks, but also not caring at this point. You two will have enough visible hickeys at this point for you to care anymore.

“Fuuuuck, oh my god, Carl,” Your orgasm hits you, your walls clenching around him.

“Shit shit shit, I’m going to cum, where?” Carl pulls out quickly, his hand pumping up and down his wet length erratically. Instead of speaking, you remove his hand from his length, wrapping your lips around it instead. You keep your mouth around the tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around it while your hand focuses on the up and down motion of his shaft.

In record time, warm cum spurts into your mouth, catching you off guard. You swallow as much as possible before releasing him from your mouth, some of the cum dripping down your chin as you pull away. As sexy as possible, you move your thumb up to wipe the cum off your face before sticking your thumb in your mouth, sucking the cum off it.

“Holy shit.” Carl breathes heavily. “Holy fucking shit.”

“That was…” You trail off.

“Amazing.” Carl finishes your sentence. “That was amazing. You- You’re amazing.”

He kisses you sweetly before collapsing onto the couch, seemingly exhausted. He pulls you into him, your ass pressed up against him as you two spoon. He grabs one of the blankets that had at some point been tossed to the floor, placing it over the top of both of you as he kisses your forehead.

“I think we might have to stay here overnight.” Carl comments. “Looks like the storm isn’t lightening up anytime soon.”

You giggle, squirming your ass up against his already hardening against dick. You can feel his smirk against your shoulder blade, which only makes you do the motion again.

“I can think of a few ways we can pass the time.”

Who would’ve thought you’d be so thankful for a thunderstorm keeping you trapped in some random, abandoned cabin?

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