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sharkneto · 1 year

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The floor still has its ratty carpet, impossibly worn now and full of holes. She thinks it might have been green, once. In one corner, there’s a massive chalk board, filled with equations in Five’s familiar lefty-scrawl. The walls are covered in more math. A heavy wooden desk has been pushed against the wall and plastic bins full of clothes are stacked on top of it, off the ground and carefully taped where they’ve cracked to keep bugs out of them. In the far corner, there’s two honestly disgusting cushions, stained with stuffing sticking out. Another bin of what looks to be blankets sits next to it. That must be where Five sleeps, she realizes with a start.

I want to know everything about Five's little den at the end of the world. Gimme all those feels, Shark! *Jaws theme begins to play* (Crueler to Remember, chp 2)

I had so much fun thinking about Five's apocalypse set up in Crueler to Remember. The glimpse of his camp we get in S1 drives me nuts because it's so fucking impractical. Just a tent? And all those books sitting out in the open? It's been 45 years! They'd be little piles of mush. So, I had to figure out what I thought would be a practical camp for Five.

An important factor is that I think Five was insane enough (and sentimental enough) to stay in the same city for the entire time, so his base needs to be something that can last that long (aka: not a fucking tent). The destruction of the city seems rather absolute from the glimpses we get, so an already standing structure is out. He could build one, but probably not until he was older, so what did he find until that point (and then stick with because it worked and he's insane). He needs something sturdy and protected from the elements, somewhere cool in the summer and warm in the winter.

Enter idea: Underground! Yes, delving underground in a city obviously ravaged by the equivalent of an earthquake is usually a terrible idea! But this is my fic, so Five gets to find a sturdy basement to turn into his survival bunker, at the library as a treat.

There are further logistical problems to living underground that I tried to think of, whether or not my solutions are actually practical. He's saved from getting snowed in and buried alive by the fact I have him down a hallway from exposed stairs, so snow tapers off in accumulation before it can reach his door. He can make a sandbag wall to block it off when it rains and save himself from bad flooding. The hall with an opening also gives him a place to have a fire near his door without giving himself carbon monoxide poisoning. There is no light, because underground, so he gets creative with mirrors to reflect some light back, and then there is a careful maintenance of solar lanterns for light as he needs it inside.

No light means that the space is for Survival, and his actual work happens outside (weather permitting). It is where he keeps food and supplies, where he can sleep, where he can keep Important Things safe from the elements (like physics books and notes and Umbrella Academy merchandise). He keeps his clothes and blankets in bins so bugs can't eat them. Food goes in a closet-turned-pantry that he's sealed as best he can against bugs. His bed is disgusting because I think all mattresses that survived the blast would be disgusting from bugs almost immediately and we're a decade in when we visit Five in this fic. Delores is a well-established habit (and newly wedded!) at this point in the fic, so she has her own bin of clothes and Spots Five puts her inside and outside.

Speaking of outside, that's more traditional. He's got his fire pit, he's got his wood storage, he's got his miscellaneous piles of shit that are weather-hardy. He's got his soon-to-be garden now that the sun is out consistently enough for plants to start growing, which is good timing because at a decade in, we're hitting the end of canned food being reliably edible (absolutely disgusting by this point, but only just starting to turn dangerous). Five has a diet of veggies and cockroaches for his foreseeable future.

I love thinking about Five's time in the apocalypse so much - the angst of it, of course, but also the logistics of it all. It's such a terrible, incredible puzzle. One day I'll share my fic on that - maybe before it's finished, even, because I love it so much and it feels a shame it just sits in my WIP folder. Five's life is just so goddamn tragic.

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#i love thinking about end-of-the-world logistics #and the show's portrayal of what five did makes no goddamn sense for something that had to last four decades #so i built a better version (imo) as a treat #long post #ficblogging #ask game response #my arm could be easily twisted to share more of the apocalypse fic #five is just a lil guy and his life sucks so hard and i love dramatic irony for the angsty pain it can give

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poptartmochi · 8 months

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unfathomable emotions after showering

also.. i hit tag limit on this, so watch out for a very long post if you hit read more on the tags! 😨

#it is frustrating that overall it is fine for customers to use retail/service employees like punching bags. this guy will have no #repercussions for cussing me out beyond the pre-existing frustration that his order isn't ready because it was placed after our deadline #it is frustrating that you can't really defend yourself because 1) it takes too much time and there's too much else to do.#better to let them have the upper hand in their minds 2) they can take anything you saw and spin it against you in a review #like... 😞 i couldn't even get a word in against this guy. honestly i think he was using me as a stress toy because his kid is getting in #trouble for not having uniforms. which really sucks‚ I understand and empathize with that! but to react in such a way is unacceptable #it's common sense that a mom and pop shop will not process your order until the next business day if you ordered outside of their business #hours. i had to explain the way this particular school's ordering system worked to this guy the last time he was in. i provided multiple #alternatives to contacting us that he never utilized. like.. he had the tools to understand everything and instead of using them he decided #to erupt. and because I'm the poor fuck that works the counter‚ i got to be on the receiving end of this. i should know better than to be #upset about it (the eelness talking. everyone else was mad when he left) but. it's also fair to not want to be cussed out over something as #small as school uniforms! 🤨#and don't even get me started on school uniforms.. yes my entire job rn is selling them BUT oh my god. i hate them. they shouldn't be a #thing. especially when these schools cost an arm and a leg in admission + then the uniforms easily cost another #*$100. the entire practice seems evil to me but also it's the family business so. 😭. the way these schools do it also undermines the entire #point of school uniforms which is. uniformity! 🤨 i feel like the minute differences in brand and so forth and so on give kids easy ways to #compare each other and potentially bully each other. the differences in what people provide Could be distracting! if your kid is the only #one wearing a plaid jumper while everyone else has khaki bottoms on‚ they're going to stand out!#so what pray tell is the point 😭 imo it's best to let kids have the freedom of self expression and show up to school however they'd like #in an appropriate way ofc. but i digress 😩 this business is just. deeply frustrating + as if the work itself was not overwhelming‚ the #parents have to throw tantrums about it... I'm so tired! 😭#and they insinuate you fuck around + or say you don't give a shit.. ma'am I've worked so much overtime this year + that's not even counting #the relentless shifts I've worked in my nightmares that occur every night. like.. literally the only thing i do is give a shit about your #order!! at the expense of my sleep and wellness lmao! I don't eat lunch and i barely hydrate because I'm constantly working #but it is thog mode.. thog don't care... 😑 it'd be funny if i didnt care either 🥴😐#to sum up a long rant ig i entered the shower feeling very depressed and I've left angry 🤯 but this is normal methinks #anyhow l + ratio + you work at your family's store + you work customer service + u trip over yourself when u talk etc etc etc 😑😑#one day i will blow that store up with every parent ever. it will be so funny 💖😐😩😑#sriracha.txt #negative cw

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comradecowplant · 1 year

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Mental health status: just caught up to the most recent episode of the currently airing season of grey's anatomy 😬😬😬

#now that kai went off to london we will assuredly never see them again but i didnt think theyd last s18 so i am trying 2 b grateful 😔🙏#*highlight reel of all the queer characters that have disappeared never to be referenced again as in the arms of an angel play*#i still stan minnick she was done so dirty imo #may this be the season that helm finally gets a girlfriend she deserves it #amelia deserves happiness yet there's alllllllways gotta be something #i want to hold out hope that mayhaps kaimelia could one day reunite but i also thought erica might come back LMAO so i know better :(#e.r. fightmaster is just so fucking hot... most dreamy of dr mcdreamys #lol i remember reading their name credit the first episode they featured in & immediately thought oh there must be an enby on the show now #healthy people do not watch this much greys anatomy this is a cry for help (jk kinda)

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chantlight · 1 year

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Honestly it makes sense to me — firstly that Seekers are trained to be adaptable. They work alone or in small groups; they travel to remote areas; they are armed specialists and investigators rather than soldiers; they never know what they are going to come up against or what resources will be available to them. Versatility is key. While I wouldn’t say they’re trained in every weapon, I would say they’re trained in both ranged + melee and are given a solid foundation in unarmed combat. They’re training people who can survive despite a disadvantage, who are incredibly aware of their surroundings, and who can assess a situation at a glance.

I feel like . . . their training actually favors one-handed sword + dagger. Inconspicuous, easy to carry, won’t raise too many eyebrows. Gives them a balance of distance and close quarters. If a Seeker is moved to draw their blade, it will not return to the sheath unbloodied. The emphasis is on fast, fatal blows combined with their abilities to weaken / incapacitate. Their opponent will be dead quickly. Sword and shield is rarer and mostly used when they’re working in conjunction with templars.

Cassandra’s foundation in dragon-hunting is fairly compatible with Seeker training. Nevarran hunters do work in groups (they have guilds and everything), but the emphasis is still on finishing it quickly. I do think there are sub-types of dragon-hunters depending on what role you play in the hunt. Matthias and Anthony specialized in a very rare, very risky form. Essentially, they used a khopesh to get in close, hook the scales, rip them back, and stab at vital areas beneath. This can be done with only the khopesh, but there’s typically a short spear involved for that fatal stab.

So Cassandra’s fast, she gets in close, and she finishes it quickly. Tbh I’m not entirely on board with the dual swords she has in DoS, but I do enjoy her being paired with Byron who favors the sword and shield. The reality is she was way too aggressive then. Having her learn something new with the shield and then the nature of sword + shield itself forces her to slow down a bit. She has to play defense more rather than being all hacking and slashing. She still throws herself in head first, but it’s not as bad as it was.

She's also paired with templars far more frequently than other Seekers. She is in a unique position as the Right Hand of the Divine. While she does still trend toward solo missions, only taking a small number of companions when necessary, she is nevertheless responsible for commanding the Knights-Divine. Being templars and specifically templars assigned to guard the Divine + Grand Cathedral, they by and far favor sword and shield. She does keep her own distinct style, but it behooves her to have an understanding of their style, and she's certainly picked up elements of it.

This is all makes khopesh great for her, honestly. Khopesh are short, but they have a versatility to them: they can hack, thrust, and hook. They can also be used solo, paired with a shield, or paired with something like a short spear. It gives her the adaptability necessary for her work, including when she works in concert with the Knights-Divine. It also supports her fast, aggressive style.

#META / HC: PRIMARY.#META / HC: WORLD.#RE: SEEKERS OF TRUTH.#templars imo are more focused on fighting in groups and on defense + subduing their opponent #Seekers are fast aggressive fuck you give the Maker my regards #I do still say every Seeker adds their own flair over their life and they're not really homogenous the way templars are #they don't need to be #but they all have the same foundation #that foundation is end the fight quickly #weaken your opponent and then take them out #they're often alone in unknown territory against unknown potentially powerful threats and arcane / demonic threats moreover #if you don't finish that shit fast you won't survive #and you don't take chances with their survival either #the mindset is that it's better to seek forgiveness for killing the wrong person #than to risk the right person surviving and killing / maiming innocents in the future #also propaganda about the Maker / Andraste guiding their swords to slay the wicked and protect the righteous #so if the Maker / Andraste let you kill them they were probably guilty of something 🙃#anyway. Cassandra. aggressive. takes big risks. has had to train to restrain herself #yet even restrained she throws herself in so hard it's worrying #Cassandra just. rips back someone's shield or sword arm with her khopesh then slashes their throat

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gender-euphowrya · 1 year

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shrines got such a glow down in totk like botw ones had those intricate designs and glowy stuff but totk ones are just big eggs

#like sure there's the magic swirl and the. uh. portal arms ? pillars ? but :/#the inside looks better than in botw imo but the outside. ehhhh

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angelltheninth · 24 days

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*SLAMS HANDS ON THE TABLE* I'd like sunday's and boothill dick served on my cunt, separately If possible,thank you.

Well it is possible but... together is even better imo. But to each their own.

Pairing: Sunday, Boothill x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, praise, clit stimulation, rough sex, cuddlefucking, teasing, orgasm denial

A/N: I feel like these two couldn't be more different.

SUNDAY

Cuddlefucking is his favorite way to fuck you, almost every day in fact. Won't go crazy if he doesn't feel your body pressed against his or anything but there is a noticeable dip in his overall mood. Not into quickies unless the two of you really need to fuck some stress out urgently. Otherwise he really prefers to take his sweet time, teasing his cock into you, watching your face adopt that adorable expression when pleasure over takes you and you're oh so good for him, your cunt sucking him in deeper and your arms pulling him into your embrace.

BOOTHILL

Teases you all he desires. He doesn't see you for longer periods of time so all his pent up lust needs to be released somehow and often it's more then you can handle. Which is exactly what he wants, he wants to make sure he fucks you so good you don't even think about anyone else but him, because he sure as hell isn't thinking about anyone but you. Yours is the only pussy he wants to fuck, to lick and to kiss while you beg him to quit being a tease and fuck you hard so every neighbor hears you moaning for him and your pussy remembers the shape of him.

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aerynwrites · 7 months

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Unexpected, But Not Unwelcome

Gale Dekarios x afab!Reader/Tav

A/N: based on this request - god I literally wrote this the second that I got it lol. Gale was the perfect one to write this request for imo and it was such a pleasure!

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: pregnant reader, slight angst, pregnancy, fluff.

The longer you’ve lived in Waterdeep the more you start to understand why the balcony outside the study is Gales' chosen spot in his tower.

You still remember the slight shock you felt when you first arrived to see the space was exactly like the illusion he showed you all those months ago.

Now it’s also become your place of solace, much to the wizards delight.

“Views like this are much better enjoyed with company. And I couldn’t wish for a better half to spend it with.”

The balcony is swathed in deep orange light, the sun slowly creeping towards the horizon, the bottom just barely kissing the edge of sea way out in the distance. Her fading rays dance along the calm bay waters, the only disturbance to its surface being the few ships leaving or entering port.

‘What do they carry?’ you wonder.

Fine silks and clothing? Or perhaps rare spices from across the world. It’s a game you find yourself playing more often than not whenever you sit out here. But now…

Now it’s all you can do to try and focus on the ships, your mind constantly flitting back to the news you were given earlier in the day.

You’d missed your monthly cycle a few weeks back, and while it wasn’t immediately alarming, that along with other symptoms finally made you decided to seek out a healer.

Gale had told you of his plans to spend the day at Sorcerers Sundries, looking for a specific tome for research he was working on. So, today was the perfect day to slip away unnoticed. You didn’t want to worry your husband unnecessarily, but now you want nothing more than for him to be home, the news eating away at you.

You’re pregnant.

It’s honestly nothing you’ve ever truly thought about. Before the tadpoles, you’d been alone, just living day to day in Baldur’s Gate. Then of course the whole tadpole incident happened and then…you met Gale and fell in love and started to build a life with him here, in Waterdeep.

You’re honestly surprised the topic never came up. But now, with it staring you in the face…a sense of uncertainty settles deep in your belly.

Tara noticed immediately of course, aware of your unusual quietness as you retreated to the balcony as soon as you got home. You’d found yourself spilling the news to the intelligent cat as soon as she asked, her deep eyes softening ever so slightly as she jumped in your lap and curled up.

You couldn’t help but sense a wave of excitement coming from her, though. A sense that somewhat calmed you despite the nerves running wild in your mind.

That was a few hours ago, Tara hasn’t moved from her spot, lounging peacefully as you stroked her fur and watch the ships glide across the water.

Only the very distant sound of the tower door opening and closing, and Gales faint greeting finally pulls you from your thoughts, that anxiety creeping back in full force as you tense.

Tara sits up as well, stretching and letting out an enviable yawn. You wish you could be that relaxed.

“Relax, dear,” Tara says gently, nuzzling your hand before turning to jump from your lap. “I feel you have nothing to be worried about.”

She turned and pads towards the inside of the tower just as Gale appears in the archway, stopping to offer her a welcoming scratch before she disappears.

He sends you a warm smile as he rights himself, approaching and taking a seat next to you on the padded bench, arm wrapping around your waist instinctively as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“How was your day, my love?” He asks, nose nuzzling your cheek.

You smile, realizing it doesn’t quite reach your eyes past the anxiety roiling in your chest. “It was good,” you tell him, not completely lying but not offering the full truth either. “How was your adventure to Sorcerer’s Sundries?”

At the mention of the bookstore Gale’s eyes light up as he tells you about what he found. Slowly, as he talks about the new information he found regarding his research, you both maneuver into a more comfortable position. Gale moves to lay across the length of the padded bench, leaning against the armrest as you settle between his legs, back resting against his chest.

His arms wrap loosely around your middle, hands resting over your stomach, completely unaware of the life that’s now growing there.

His words fade into the background as your mind starts to wander again, your hands moving to rest atop his own, your fingers slipping to toy with the simple gold band around his ring finger.

You don’t truly have many worries about the news. You know that Gale will weather anything with you but…you don’t want this to be a storm, or anything negative. What if Gale doesn’t want children? What if he pulls away from you when you tell him the news or is just as scared as you feel?

Soft lips against your neck pull you from your thoughts, familiar fingers slipping between your own to give them a squeeze.

“I know my research ramblings can at times be boresome. However, you seem to be lost to me more than usual this evening.” His words are gentle with just a touch of amusement as rests his head against yours. “What’s on your mind?”

You don’t respond right away, your nerves at an all time high and making your already tumultuous stomach even more uneasy. You squeeze his hand in yours.

“I went to see a healer today.”

Gale’s arms tighten around you, and you can feel the way he sits up straighter, your words concerning him.

“A healer? I didn’t even notice - are you sick?” He asks, worry clear in his voice. “I cannot believe I was so preoccupied I failed to take note of-“

You tug on the sleeve of his robes, holding him tighter to you. “I’m not sick. At least not…” You trail off, taking your lip between your teeth.

Gale urges you on with a gentle press of his lips to your shoulder, and that action alone seems to calm the raging sea of anxiety within you.

“I’m with child, Gale.”

The silence that follows your revelation feels oppressive. The only sounds meeting your ears being the lapping of waves against the shore and the distant call of gulls in the air.

Emotion clogs your throat as you clutch his hand. “Please…say something.”

You sit up then, turning to face the man behind you, but before you can fully do so, two strong arms wrap around you and bring you to your feet. Your surroundings turn into a blur around you as Gale spins you through the air, boisterous laughter falling from his lips until he brings you to a stop, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss.

His lips are warm and his arms secure as he holds you to him, as if afraid this would all fade away if he were to let you go.

Heat floods your cheeks when he pulls away, elation adorning his features as he looks at you, eyes glowing with an utter joy you’ve never quite seen on him before. He cradles your face in his hands, thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks.

“I’m going to be a father? We’re going to have a child?” He asks, whispering the words in unbelieving reverence.

The smile that splits your lips is almost painful, any and all anxiety dissipating from you as you take in his reaction.

“Yes they…The healer said I would start showing soon, and if we want…Towards the end of the pregnancy they should be able to tell us the gender,” you tell him, hands grasping at the fabric of his robe.

Gale smiles wider, hands falling down to cradle your stomach and the new life that sits there.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says gently. “They will be loved either way, and no doubt a powerful wielder of the weave if I have anything to say about it.”

You can’t stop the chuckle that slips past your lips, and the surprising happy tears that fall down your cheeks. Gale notices the streaks immediately, smile faltering ever so slightly as he reaches back up to wipe the tears away.

“Why the tears? This is a joyous occasion, we should be celebrating!”

You shake your head, reaching up to place your hand atop his own as you turn to press a kiss to his palm. “They aren’t tears of grief…I was worried. Worried about telling you. I didn’t…we’ve never talked about children.”

Your husband smiles gently, eyes reassuring as he leans in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I can admit that this news was unexpected, but it’s…it is not unwelcome,” he tells you, eyes bright once more. “I’ve never given much thought to children because of everything that had consumed my mind in the past and then you appeared in my life and took over the rest of my thoughts,” he laughs. “But this…” He presses his hands to your belly again. “This is more than I could have ever asked for. More than any power I’ve ever dreamed of having. I find myself filled with indescribable joy at the thought of creating a life with you - a family.”

You press your lips to his as soon as the words leave his lips, pulling him impossibly closer until you break away to nuzzle into the space between his head and shoulder, excitement and happiness threatening to burst from your chest.

“I love you, Gale Dekarios.” You say, smiling as he pulls you tighter against him. “I can’t wait to start a family with you.”

You move to speak, but the presence of a familiar winged feline interrupts you as Tara rushes onto the balcony, wiggling happily.

“Oh my!” She exclaims, weaving between yours and Gale’s legs before jumping effortlessly up to perch on his shoulder as you both separate. “This is most exciting! Another Dekarios, can you believe it?” She asks, turning to Gale. “Hopefully this one won’t light himself on fire like you did all those years ago.”

You watch in amusement as Gale flushes a light shade of pink, flicking Tara’s ear playfully. “I was just starting to learn to master the weave! And I was eight, you can hardly blame me.”

You chuckle at their antics and reach up to card your hands through his hair at the nape of his neck, drawing his attention back to you.

“Well, they will have the best teacher. There’s no telling what they will accomplish with you as their guide.”

Gale smiles, leaning down to kiss you one last time before embracing you once more.

“We’ll guide them together.”

You hum in agreement, basking in the golden rays of the setting sun, the snapping of sails echoing across the water as you whisper against his skin.

“Together.”

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#Gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #bg3 x reader #gale x tav #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale

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dixons-sunshine · 11 days

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Holding On To You | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite not being too keen on PDA, Daryl craved comfort too. He got that comfort by holding your hand in his. It wasn't always that simple, though. He had to work his way up to being comfortable with that. Luckily, you were a patient person.

Or, three different scenarios in where the archer shows progress in his comfort with you.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre-prison (on the road); pre-Alexandria; Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, migraines, mentions of injuries.

Word count: 2.1k

A/n: @louifaith, the muse you are, feeding our Daryl obsessed minds with your beautifully crafted scenarios. I wasn't feeling well today (a migraine and I was pretty dizzy) and didn't get much writing done, but this idea deserved to be written. There's a bit of Eugene slander in this but it's because I don't really like S5 Eugene. He's way better in the other seasons imo. Anyways, I hope you like this!

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The cruelty of life seemed endless. With the stability and safety of the farm being something of the past, having to scavenge for scraps and having to move from house to house every few days, and with the impending arrival of Lori's little baby, everyone's spirits were diminished. Everyone longed for the comfort the farm brought for those few weeks you had all been looking for Sophia, everyone wanted a decent meal to satiate their hunger and although Lori's unborn baby was a reminder that innocence still existed, it was also a cruel reminder that you all needed to find someplace to plant some roots, and fast—especially if you didn't want to attract the dead with the baby's loud crying.

You sighed softly as you quietly followed behind Daryl, yours and his boots making clear tracks in the deep snow. The archer, as observant as ever, noticed your shift in mood and turned his head, eyeing you carefully.

“Ya alrigh'?” he questioned, turning his attention back to the tracks in front of him. Your relationship was pretty new, only having been "officially" together since the two of you had shared a kiss back after the fall of the farm.

You nodded, although he couldn't see you. “I'm fine.”

Daryl hummed, unconvinced. “Yer not fine. I know ya better than tha'.”

Your lips twitched up into a smile, walking a little faster to walk next to him. Daryl slowed his pace slightly to allow you to walk next to him at a steady pace, eyeing you as you adjusted your compound bow over your shoulder—a gift he had gotten you when you had mentioned wanting to learn how to hunt.

“I'm fine, I promise. I'm just tired, that's all,” you replied reassuringly, walking almost shoulder to shoulder with your partner.

Daryl shot you a worried look, fully prepared to head back. “If yer tired, we can go back. This trail ain't leadin' us anywhere, anyway.”

“I don't mean tired in the literal sense,” you corrected. “I'm just tired of all this moving around. Not knowing what our next meals going to be, if we even eat at all, not knowing when our current camp's going to be overrun with walkers, not knowing when Lori's baby's going to be here... It's mentally exhausting. We all need a break.”

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We could do with a couple' of days where we ain't gotta worry.”

Before you could respond, there was a snap of a twig ahead of the two of you. Instinctively, you and Daryl raised your respective weapons in the direction of the noise, expecting to find a walker staggering towards you. However, instead of coming face to face with danger, you saw a small deer walking over to something in the distance.

Daryl raised his crossbow, aiming to take the shot. However, your hand on his arm halted his intentions. He shot you a questioning look, but you only hushed him and beckoned for him to follow you. The two of you slowly crept closer, the scene before you becoming clearer. The small deer made its way to what was presumably its mother, nuzzling against her legs.

You smiled softly at the sight. Despite the fall of the world, beauty still remained. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl was thinking the exact same thing at that moment, but he wasn't looking at the deer. He was gazing at you, taking in your radiant smile, the sparkle in your eyes, just everything about you. You truly were beautiful to the archer.

Hesitantly, Daryl brushed his hand against yours. Your smile widened but you made no move to grab his hand, not wanting to scare him off. You moved at his pace, and whether he held your hand at that moment was his decision.

In the end, the only thing he did was link his pinky with yours, and it was a perfect moment for you. In your mind, that was really good progress for a man who wasn't familiar with giving or receiving comfort. You'd wait as long as you needed to for Daryl to be comfortable around you. You'd never push him, never.

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The road seemed endless. You listened to the incessant yapping from one of your newest companions in your group of ragtag survivors, Eugene Porter, and had to resist the urge to tell him to shut up. Despite the euphoria and relief that came with reuniting with your group and having new members that could help you all, you were tired. Not just physically, but mentally, too. It was so much worse this time around than when you were initially on the road two years back. You were sporting a bruised cheek with deep cuts and scrapes littering the rest of your body, and you had a raging migraine.

And Eugene's droning wasn't helping matters at all.

As if sensing your deteriorating resolve at not biting the poor man's head of, Rick finally called for a break. “We rest here for now. We'll get moving again in an hour. Everything you want to do, do it now. Once we move again, we're not stopping until nightfall.”

Everyone soon dispersed, some heading to a nearby creek to refill the water supply, some starting a small fire to heat up some food and some even laying down on the hard ground to get some much needed sleep. You walked over to a tree and slid down against it, resting your head on your knees, willing the migraine away.

You soon heard a rustling next to you, before feeling a body sitting down next to you. You didn't even have to look up to know it was Daryl—the archer's presence was something you had grown used to and you could identify him anywhere.

“Hey,” he greeted you quietly, loosely hugging his knees. “Ya alrigh'?”

You hummed, lifting your head to look at him. “I'm fine,” you replied. “I just have a migraine.”

Daryl nodded, his face showing sympathy for you. “M'sorry we dun' have anythin' fer yer migraine. I know how bad they can get.”

You smiled and shook your head, placing your hand on the ground beside you, right between you and Daryl. “It's okay. It'll go away eventually. It's not that bad, as long as Eugene's quiet.”

Daryl chuckled, eyeing the aforementioned man who was sitting near the campfire. “Yeah, he's quite annoying, ain't he?”

“No, he's alright. He just needs to learn to be quiet from time to time.”

Daryl hummed and quieted down, simply basking in the early afternoon heat under the shade of the tree while the two of you observed the survivors going about their chores. However, Rick soon called for everyone to regroup, and you and Daryl got up to follow behind him.

You and Daryl walked at the back, giving you some semblance of privacy, and some semblance of relief from Eugene's rambling as he was at the front with Abraham and Rosita. Slowly and hesitantly, Daryl moved closer to you and brushed his hand against yours, before slowly interlacing his fingers through yours.

You smiled up at him, and he returned the smile with a small one of his own. It may not have been the first time that you've held hands with the archer, but it was the first time that you've done so with people around. Although Daryl slightly manoeuvred the two of you in a way that your locked hands wouldn't draw attention if people weren't directly looking at you, it was still a big deal for you. He was starting to show you off publicly. Although people back at the prison knew you as "the hunter's girl" because of an incident where a guy flirted with you and Daryl put him in his place, PDA wasn't something they ever saw from the man. He preferred to keep that part of your lives private—so this simple gesture was a big deal.

You squeezed his hand, a gesture you and Daryl had come up with to quietly tell the other "I love you". Daryl smiled softly and squeezed your hand back.

You truly loved this man, and he had shown countless times that he loved you, too.

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“You guys should come over again. This was nice,” Eric told you with a smile, him and Aaron walking out onto the porch with you and Daryl.

You smiled at him and nodded. “We will, especially if you're going to be serving that spaghetti you made again. It was delicious. Seriously, thank you. It's the best meal we've had in a while.”

“No thanks necessary,” Aaron replied, waving you off. “It was our pleasure.”

Daryl nodded, moving to shake Aaron's extended hand. “Thanks. This was a hell of a lot better than tha' party at Deanna's woulda been.”

Aaron nodded and withdrew his hand again, allowing Eric to take his place before moving over to give you a hug. You returned it before giving Eric a hug too, and then pulled back.

“We should get going. Once again, thanks for tonight.”

“Once again, it's our pleasure,” Eric laughed. “Goodnight, guys. We'll see you around.”

“Goodnight,” you greeted them.

“Nigh',” Daryl responded, turning to you and subconsciously extending his hand to you.

You smiled at him but didn't say anything, not wanting him to change his mind about it. You slipped your hand into his and walked with him down the porch steps and into the relatively quiet streets of Alexandria, music from Deanna's party playing very faintly in the background.

You and Daryl didn't instantly go home. You simply walked through the streets, familiarising yourselves with the community. Daryl never let go of your hand; he had even brought your hand up to his lips once to kiss your knuckles, and your heart swelled with love for the man.

The two of you had run into a couple of the people in the community who were returning to their homes after the party, and you had suspected that Daryl would pull his hand from yours, but he never did. His grip on your hand seemed to tighten slightly during your interactions with those people, seeking your comfort around people he didn't know. It made you feel special, important. It made you happy to know that the man you met back at the quarry trusted you enough to bring him comfort.

Later that night, when the two of you returned to the empty house and retreated into the sanctuary of your shared basement, snuggled up together under the covers was when you finally addressed what he had done. Daryl was laying with his head on your chest, absentmindedly tracing shapes and figures onto your hand.

“You held my hand today,” you told him, softly threading your fingers through his freshly washed, brown locks, the shower having been courtesy of your skillful convincing.

“Mhm,” Daryl hummed absentmindedly, nuzzling his face deeper into your chest.

“In front of people,” you said, eyeing his reaction carefully.

Daryl simply glanced up at you, his face not revealing anything. “Ya want me to stop doin' tha'?”

You shook your head. “No, I like it. It's just a little out of the ordinary for you, and it took me by surprise.”

Daryl was quiet for a few moments. “I always wanna hold yer hand when we're walkin' together. I jus' never had the courage to. Dun' want people to overreact when they see it. But, I dunno... I love ya and I'll be damned if I dun' hold my girl's hand 'cause of wha' people think.”

You giggled and kissed the top of Daryl's head. “So I can expect an increase in handholding?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah.”

You smiled at him. “Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I love you, Dar.”

Daryl placed a kiss to your chest, before laying his head back down. “Love ya more, sunshine.”

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Hi ^^ it's my first time requesting something, if you don't like the idea, feel free to turn down my request. Recently I've been reading your writings, particularly, pregnancy ones.

Then I remembered a kind of belief I saw on TikTok, about, if the father really really wanted to have a baby, he will get the pregnancy symptoms instead of the mother, and I imagined Simon getting the nausea, cravings... instead of reader, being annoyed of seeing her laughing at him.

Thanks <3

hiii<3 so this was an interesting idea thank you so much<333 and i had to do a little bit of research. apparently it's pretty common among men to have pregnancy symptoms when their partner is pregnant and it's called Couvade syndrome (sympathetic pregnancy). it's so cute and endearing imo :')

Simon having pregnancy symptoms during your pregnancy :')))

You’re both slumped on the couch in each other’s arms, exhaustion taking over your senses.

Simon has been experiencing morning sickness more than you recently and you’ve been taking turns in the bathroom for god knows how many hours until now.

His head rests on your chest as you caress his nape and run your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“You feeling any better?” you ask him quietly as you notice him dozing off.

He only hums and you start giggling, getting louder by the second until you can’t control it anymore.

“What are you laughing about?” he asks, voice muffled by your boobs which have been getting larger and more sensitive, slight irritation evident in his tone as your body vibrates with full-on belly laughter.

He whines and squeezes your sides lightly with his burly arms.

“Si, you haven’t noticed?” you ask, finally able to speak between laughs.

“What?”

“It’s like you’re the one who’s pregnant.” you giggle again at your own words.

“Shut up.” he chuckles.

“I’m serious. You were also eating peanut butter and pickles the other day!” you go on listing all his symptoms and giggling.

You reach down to rub your hand gently on his tummy as you’ve noticed it has been gaining a little bit of pudge over the last few months along with your belly growing.

“Maybe I should take some time off work to tend to my pregnant husband.” you mention with a smirk to annoy him a lil bit more :)

“I said shut up... fuckin’ hell...” he grumbles as he lifts his head to give you an annoyed look, but you notice the faint smile on his lips.

You grab his face and squish his cheeks between your hands, “You’re so cute, baby!” you mumble and bring him closer for a smooch, pulling away with a loud smack of your lips.

“I was just messing with you, love.” you murmur as you lean for a tender, loving kiss.

“I love you, Si.” you coo against his lips.

“Love you too, dove.” he responds with an adoring smile.

“... and I’m not pregnant.”

“You so are!”

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

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