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"Family Band Au" where Charlie is the singer, Jake is guitar and backup vocals and Troy is the drummer
#jeremiah is their manager or whatever 😒#fear the walking dead#troy otto#charlene daley#jake otto#serena speaks
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III- My shadow
Pat Daley addressed the gathered community of the ranch and recounted seeing an angel land in her garden while she was preparing preserves in her kitchen. She was referring to her recently deceased daughter, who was full of courage. At 12 years old, her daughter had jumped off the roof of their house with an umbrella, thinking she would land softly. The mother explained that the child ended up with a double arm fracture but never cried once.
While she was speaking, I felt as if I were being watched, as if someone was observing my every movement or expression. I dared to glance at the stage where the Ottos were, and my eyes met Troy's: this sociopath was staring at me with a mocking, even disturbing, expression. What was his problem?
Charlene's mother continued her speech and added that her daughter had risked her life for the unprepared: that is, us. The others gave us dark looks in reaction to the grieving mother's words. We didn't seem to be welcome here, yet my mother wanted us to stay, at least for a while. I felt like bursting into laughter at these words; they considered us unprepared, but they probably never set foot outside this ranch of conspiracy theorists. And the only ones who had done so were busy killing humans for science and were part of a group of deranged military personnel. What more could I ask for, I sarcastically thought to myself.
But I knew it wouldn't be easy; the community members didn't trust us, and we didn't trust them: a 50-50 split.
My mother suddenly stood up and spoke: "My name is Madison Clarke, and these are my children, Nick, Alicia, and Bella. We are deeply sorry for Charlene and for all those you have lost. We have lost loved ones too." She paused and continued, "Travis," she repeated his name with emotion, "Travis was our compass. We wanted to thank you for welcoming us into your home and for your generosity. You won't regret it."
Jack took the floor next and said, "We've all been through that; it's what brings us together, and mourning is hard, but it's important that we get through it."
Before he could finish, a man interrupted him and asked about finding out who shot at the helicopter.
"I'm sorry, I know it takes time to move on, and Pat has the right to grieve, but I want to know who shot at the helicopter."
Jack replied to the man named Vernon, "Vernon, we'll find out," he said.
"When?" the man impatiently asked.
"Believe me, we'll take care of it."
"How long will it take?" The man pointed at Jeremiah.
"Jeremiah, please..."
The old man replied, "Nothing has changed, Vernon, don't worry. We still intend to fight. We asked Station Alpha to inspect the crash site. Once we know who we're dealing with, we'll act. If it's a madman, we'll act, and if it's an even greater challenge, we'll act," he concluded.
Then a new voice spoke, and Troy took the floor: "He talks about revenge. We'll find him, and we'll make him pay, whether the threat is big or small, we'll set things right."
The voices of the people around us echoed; they agreed with Troy, they wanted revenge, and I must say, so did I. Travis had been killed by these lunatics, and they would pay for it.
"Wait, we'll get justice when we know exactly what we're dealing with. We can't afford to scatter; we must represent the hope of a new world..."
I never thought I'd agree with Troy, but on this one, he was right. Whoever had killed Travis and nearly killed my sister would pay, that was certain. Troy looked at me, I didn't break the exchange, I should have, but I didn't. I didn't know why, but this time, I didn't look at him with disdain but more with understanding. He wanted to protect these people, and I wanted to protect my family.
After this meeting, my mother and Alicia headed towards the cafeteria for lunch. I joined them a few minutes later after checking on Luciana and seeing if her wounds were healing well.
The three of us ate together. Alicia told me about her encounter with Gretchen Trimbol, Vernon's daughter, and her invitation to a group called "Resurrected Christ." My mother had forced her to participate to integrate into the ranch. I couldn't help but laugh and mock her; I knew my sister inside out, and that was everything she hated.
Unfortunately, karma seemed to have it in for me, and I spilled my coffee on myself.
"Damn!" I exclaimed.
"Guess you should have kept your mouth shut instead of mocking me," teased Alicia.
"Shut up," I interrupted. I stood up, sighing, and heard my sister laughing behind my back. What a lovely day ahead.
I headed towards our cabin, and once there, I closed the door to avoid the whole ranch seeing my breasts and took off my top.
My bra was soaked, as was my sweater. Damn it, I took it off too and felt the breeze on my bare back. As I put on a clean shirt, I noticed someone in the bed. I hadn't seen them when I came in; it must have been Nick taking a nap. Privacy wasn't much of a thing here.
I asked, "How's Luciana?"
"She's still alive," came a familiar voice.
I immediately turned around and saw Troy coming out of the bunk. What a freaking psychopath. I hoped he had enjoyed his peeping because that was reason enough for me to gouge out his other eye.
"You crazy jerk! What the hell!"
"I really liked your mother's speech," he taunted me. "Especially when she said his name, Travis. It gives him importance, makes him real."
"He was real," I countered.
"But that's not why she talked about him. It wasn't heartfelt; it was calculated. She wanted to remind us that you were also victims."
"What are you insinuating? That you're a victim? Let me laugh; you're a freaking monster. You kill people and call it science. So, keep your remarks to yourself and get the hell out of here."
There was a pause, then he asked me, with a calmer voice, without mockery, "What were you doing in the old world? He hesitated, I mean, my father said you studied medicine. What was it like?"
I took a moment to think, should I answer him? "It was tough, but I loved it."
"I never went to high school. 'Troy has some socialization difficulties that prevent him from integrating into a normal school curriculum.'"
"And look at you, years later, killing innocents. I doubt they were wrong," I sarcastically retorted.
"I did it for everyone; I thought you'd understand."
"But that's not the case, you condemned them to death."
"They were already doomed, I spared them suffering."
"You're not a savior, Troy; you're a murderer."
He moved closer to the window and looked at the people outside, then continued, "Everything I've done is for them; they deserve to live and feel protected. Everything I do, I do solely for this place."
"Does your father believe you when you say that?" I asked.
"Yes, he understands. Complicated problems require complicated solutions."
"Killing people isn't complicated; it's very simple."
"You see, you also understand me and understand this world."
Those words sent a chill down my spine, but despite everything, I had killed people too, to protect myself and my family. At first, I felt guilty for taking lives, but as time passed, it became more natural, as if I had always done it. So, if he was a murderer, I was just as much of one.
How could he always get into my head and make me question myself? He was like a shadow behind me, like the demon on my shoulder. Every time we talked or looked at each other, something happened. I had to vanquish the monster because he was my shadow, the dark part of my being.
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I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 6
SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.
WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.
WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.
PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.
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Chapter 6
(Jaymie's POV)
The next day, a memorial service was held to honor Charlene- Jeremiah's goddaughter. She was the pilot of the helicopter that Jake, Alicia, Luciana, and Travis were on. She survived the crash, but the dead got her on the way back to the ranch.
To be honest, I didn't like Charlie. She was such a bitch to me. It was because her dad had an affair with my mom, and her parents split up. So she took her anger out on me.
One particular day she was talking shit; telling our mutuals I'd end up a whore just like my mother. That was stupid of her, mostly because Troy happened to be walking by. He turned and made a beeline straight to Charlene and decked her; no questions asked. I laughed my ass off when I found out. Wish I could have seen it first hand.
Naturally, Troy got in sooo much trouble. Mainly because he hit a girl. Pretty hypocritical of Jeremiah, but he was a "Do as I say, not as I do," type of parent. So, Troy was grounded for a month. That didn't stop me from sneaking in to the Otto's house every single night though. I'd take him desert and we'd stay up till 3 or 4 in the morning playing cards and board games.
Anyway, after Charlie's service, it was lunch time. I worked the line with my friend Gretchen, scooping globs of mac and cheese onto everyones' trays. Madison and Alicia were approaching, and I heard a community resident giving them a hard time. I felt bad for them, until Alicia said that people should be harassing Troy instead of them. Madison responded, 'I think they would be if they knew what he had done.' I know what Troy did was fucked up. That won't stop me from defending him though. Nothing will. I guess that makes me fucked up too; and I'm fine with that.
Both Madison and Alicia stopped abruptly, making eye contact with me. They realized I was serving, and that I most likely heard what they said. I tried not to let it show that it bothered me, but I know my eyes looked sad.
Gretchen broke the awkward silence with her subtle humor and kind words. Then she invited Alicia to attend one of her "Bible studies" (which was actually just a handful of our friends getting together to drink and smoke pot). There was no hiding Alicia's reluctance, but Madison practically made the decision for her to go. I'm grateful for it, because I need to figure Alicia out. Is she trustworthy? Could I see myself becoming friends with her?
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About 2 hours later...
(Jake's POV)
How am I going to convince Troy that he needs to stay away from the Clarks? Ever since T.E. began he's been harder to control. I need Jaymie's help on this. She's the only person who has more influence on him than I do.
I find the two of them working together on mending one of the crops' fences. Both their faces are plastered with smiles. They kneel, preparing to wrap extra barbed wire around the bottom of a post. I can't make out what they're saying, but Jaymie throws her head back with a vivacious laugh. She nudges Troy with her shoulder, and he retaliates with a playful shove, causing her to topple over. She counterattacks by throwing a handful of dirt at him. They're honestly adorable.
It's a heartwarming sight to watch my brother in normal-human-being mode; and genuinely happy. Jaymie's good for him. Except on occasion she tends to enable his psychotic side. Though I'll admit that many times his semi-sociopathic behavior has been in her defense. He saw nothing wrong with it when he ki- ...never mind. I don't want to think about that. Anyway, the pros still outweigh the cons by a long shot, and they really are a good match. I kind of thought they'd have gotten together by now.
Troy offers Jaymie a hand and pulls her back to a kneeling position. She tries to wipe the dirt off that she threw at him, but she's actually making it worse since her hands are covered in soil. They're still laughing when I reach them.
Troy notices my presence and his smile falters slightly. "The boar's back. Keeps digging up the fence posts to get to the cabbage. Could use an extra pair of hands tracking it tonight."
May as well cut to the chase. "Stay away from Madison and her family."
"They're my friends."
"They came here under my invite. They trust me."
"They came here not to get eaten. I wouldn't flatter yourself."
Jaymie snickers at Troy's response, then looks at me with a grin she tries to suppress.
"Yeah, but they're staying cause I said I'd protect them- from you.
"And how are you going to do that?"
I knew this would be difficult. "Please don't do this, Troy. Please. I'm the one who still believes in you."
"Well I don't need you to anymore."
"Yeah, you do. If the ranch knew what you really are-"
"And what am I Jake?"
I look to Jaymie for an assist, but she's clearly upset with me. She stands and stalks toward me, grabbing my arm to pull me away from the scene. "What the hell would you say that for?!" She scolds me quietly.
"You know he broke in to Madison's cabin and threatened Nick?"
"And you're dumb enough to believe she's not over exaggerating?"
"Do you have any idea what he was doing at the depot? Do you?" Her expression is unreadable. "He was murdering people, Jaymie; timing how long it took them to change."
She sighs. "Yeah, yeah I know."
"Then why are you standing here upset with me?" I don't understand. She's acting like it was no big deal.
There's venom in her response. "Because of what you said to him back there, about what he is. You act like he's some kind of monster, Jake. He's your brother! Why would you say that?!"
I cannot believe what I'm hearing right now. So much for getting Jaymie on my side. I walk passed her and reapproach Troy. "Do you really think you were helping those people out at the depot?"
"I think I was helping all of us."
Alright. This is going nowhere. Let's try a different angle: "Troy, when Dad's gone, this is all on us. We have to take care of this place. We have to lead."
"Together." His tone sounds incredulous.
"Yeah. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to stay away from the Clarks. Do you hear me?"
"Yep. I hear you."
"Do you mean it?"
"I always mean it, Jake."
There's nothing more I can say. I turn to leave, and as I pass Jaymie, I beg her in a commanding tone, "Please help me with this. I need you on my side. Troy needs you on my side. He just doesn't realize it." She narrows her eyes at me with annoyed inquisitivity. "Just, think about it, alright?"
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(Troy's POV)
Jaymie's so pissed off at Jake. She's always got my back. It doesn't matter who it is or what it's about. I know she doesn't agree with everything I've done. She does try and steer me in a different direction sometimes. I don't listen to her as much as I probably should, but whatever I end up doing, she never ever judges me. She's the only one. God, I love that girl... Wait, what?
"You alright?"
"Huh?" I didn't even notice she was by my side again.
"Forget what Jake said."
"Wasn't even thinking about it."
"Good." She gets back to helping me with the barbed wires, in silence, until, "Maybe we should both avoid Nick and Madison. Just for now?"
"Nah, I'm gonna have Nick help out with the boar tonight." I feel her looking at me. "It'll be fine, Jayms."
She considers my words for a moment then nods. "Alright. Well, I gotta get ready for Gretchen's Bible study. I'm gonna try and get to know Alicia; see what I think of her."
I give her a half-hearted smirk. "Have fun with that." I'm just bummed out she's leaving.
"I'll see you later?"
"Yeah. Later, Jayms." I watch her walk away, lost in the thought I had just a minute ago.
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#troy otto#troy otto fanfiction#fear the walking dead#fear the walking dead fanfiction#i'm not a bad person#daniel sharman#frank dillane#alycia debnam carey#kim dickens#sam underwood#dayton callie#rae gray#lindsay pulsipher#nick clark#alicia clark#madison clark#jake otto#jeremiah otto#gretchen trimbol#charlene daley#zombie genre#the walking dead universe
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The Wedding of Crown Princess Victoria & Benjamin Holland: The Reception
First quests are arriving at the wedding reception at the Charleston palace.
This time Her Majesty, Queen Helena, HRH Edward the Duke of Gloster are the first to arrive. HM’s red gown along with her royal jewels radiated timeless elegance. @royalfamilyofgrimalldi
HRH Crown Princess Charlene Renaldi of Sandor continued with the peach theme in this lovely and romantic gown. @renaldiroyals
TM's King Richard I & Queen Consort Adelane arrived 3rd. Her Majesty’s gorgeous purple gown is bound to be an inspiration to next years trends. @miyuzarry
Up next are HM Queen Elizabeth & HRH Prince Consort Phillip of Windenburg. Her Majesty wore a dusty blue dress with floral embroidery and the HRH’s suit showed all his notable accomplishments. @windenburgcrown
Following them are HRH Crown Prince Artair and HRH Princess Laura. Princess Laura’s gown is actually from the Rionnag royal closet and is said to have belonged to Queen Saoirse.
Then we have TM's King Edward and Queen Consort Rosaline. HM’s dazzling blue gown was among the more modern looks of the evening. @moldevinroyals
Simalia’s HRH Prince Theodore, Duke of Daley and HRH Princess Consort Liliana, Duchess of Daley trusted the classics and went with simple but elegant styles. The trendy small bows at the HRH’s shoulders added a dash of youthfulness. @simaliaroyals
HIH Tsaritsa Natalia Alianova Roma of Viz arrived last in a modest light yellow dress that truly let her natural beauty shine.
#the charleston royal family#royal sim wedding#sims royal wedding#the sims 4#the sims royal family#the sims royalty#ts4 royalty#ts4 royal family#ts4 monarchy#sims 4#sims royalty#sims storytelling#sims 4 legacy#sims royal legacy#tcrf chrono
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[TASK 181: BARBADOS]
There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 300+ Barbadian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.
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THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!
STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!
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STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)
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THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!
Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.
Screencaps
RP icons [of all sizes]
Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]
PNG packs
Manips
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Character Aesthetics
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XCF’s
Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!
FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!
FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.
Written Guides.
and whatever else you can think of / make!
MASTERLIST!
F:
Blythe Danner (1943) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English - actress.
Adrienne Banfield-Jones (1953) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - tv personality.
Alison Sealy-Smith (1959) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
Dee C Lee / Diane Catherine Sealy (1961) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Judith Christie McAllister (1963) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer-songwriter and pianist.
Annie Ruddock / Anne-Marie Ruddock (1963) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Sommore / Lori Ann Rambough (1966) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, Afro-Vincentian - comedian and actress.
Des’ree / Desiree Annette Weeks (1968) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Guyanese - singer-songwriter.
Mari Morrow (1968) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - actress and model.
Rachael Crawford (1969) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
Nia Long (1970) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, African-American - actress.
Tamara Taylor (1970) Afro-Barbadian, African-Canadian / Scottish - actress and model.
Alison Hinds (1970) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Jada Pinkett Smith (1971) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / African-American - actress, singer-songwriter, comedian, and businesswoman.
Tweet / Charlene Keys (1971) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - singer-songwriter and guitarist.
Fatima Faloye (1972) Afro-Barbadian / Yoruba Nigerian - actress.
Shaznay Lewis (1975) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - actress and singer-songwriter.
Melyssa Ford (1976) Afro-Barbadian / Norwegian, Russian - actress and model.
Katherine Moennig (1977) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Scottish - actress.
Nadia Nascimento (1978) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
La’Myia Good (1979) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Puerto Rican / African-American, Cherokee, Jewish - actress and singer.
Ms. Dynamite / Niomi McLean-Daley (1981) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Grenadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - singer-songwriter, rapper, and producer.
Meagan Good (1981) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Puerto Rican / African-American, Cherokee, Jewish - actress and director.
Jodie Connor (1981) Barbadian [Afro-Barbadian, Unspecified White] - singer, dancer, and lyricist.
Makyla Smith (1982) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
Kelli Young (1982) Afro-Barbadian / English - singer.
Shystie / Chanel Cali (1983) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - actress and rapper-songwriter.
Leah Marville (1985) Afro-Barbadian - actress, model, tv host, and Miss Caribbean 2009.
Shontelle / Shontelle Layne (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.
Annaliese Dayes (1986) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Vincentian / Afro-Jamaican - model, television personality, and presenter.
Zaraah Abrahams (1987) Afro-Barbadian, Iraqi / Afro-Jamaican - actress.
Simonne Jones (1987) Afro-Barbadian, Cherokee - singer-songwriter and producer.
Karla Crome (1988) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
Livvi Franc / Olivia Charlotte Waithe (1988) Afro-Barbadian / English - singer.
Nikita Gibson / Nikhita Maheshwaram (1989) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (nikita___g).
Jasmine Richards (1990) Afro-Barbadian - actress and singer.
Crystal B (1990) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (keepinupwitcrystal).
Jasmine Tookes (1991) African-American, Afro-Barbadian, Brazilian, Irish, English - model.
Amanda Reifer (1992) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Ash Forde (1992) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Guyanese - instagrammer (itsashforde).
Vita Chambers (1993) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.
Nilüfer Yanya (1994 or 1995) Afro-Barbadian, Irish / Turkish - singer-songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, and composer.
Malissa Alanna 1995) Barbadian / British - singer.
Hazel Amari (1997) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (hazelamari).
Challan Trishann (1998) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (challxn).
Syrus-Antonio Henry (1999) Afro-Barbadian - tiktoker (syrushenry).
Willow Smith (2000) 1/8 Afro-Barbadian, 1/8 Afro-Jamaican, 3/4 African-American - singer, actress and dancer.
Jade Alleyne (2001) Afro-Barbadian / Scottish - actress.
Lisa Codrington (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress and playwright.
April Gooding (?) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actress and comedian.
Lene Hall / Sherrylene Hall (?) Afro-Barbadian - model.
Ginny Holder (?) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Guyanese - actress.
Melanie Nicholls-King (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
Leonie Haynes-Moses (?) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / Afro-Grenadian - actress.
Dystin Johnson (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress.
Shanel Marie (?) Afro-Barbadian - model and Miss Universe Barbados.
Angie Greaves (?) Afro-Barbadian - radio presenter.
F - Athletes:
Carlota Gooden (1936) Panamanian [Afro-Barbadian] - sprinter.
Marita Payne (1960) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Jennifer Stoute (1965) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Andrea Blackett (1976) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Alana Shipp (1982) Barbadian [Afro-Guyanese] - bodybuilder.
Tamisha Williams (1982) Afro-Barbadian - badminton player.
Ebony Rainford-Brent (1983) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Jade Bailey (1983) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Nikkita Holder (1987) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Carlie Pipe (1987) Barbadian - long-distance runner.
Shakera Selman (1989) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Kierre Beckles (1990) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Crystal Emmanuel (1991) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Deandra Dottin (1991) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Sade Sealy (1992) Afro-Barbadian - middle-distance runner.
Kyshona Knight (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Kycia Knight (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Shamilia Connell (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Lani Cabrera (1993) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.
Sonia Gaskin (1994) Afro-Barbadian - middle-distance runner.
Tia-Adana Belle (1996) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Shaquana Quintyne (1996) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Sada Williams (1997) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Hayley Matthews (1998) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
M:
Oliver Jones (1934) Afro-Barbadian - pianist, composer, and arranger.
Earl Maynard (1935) Afro-Barbadian - actor, bodybuilder and professional wrestler.
Kenny Lynch (1938) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican, British - actor, singer-songwriter, and entertainer.
Roy Callender (1940) Afro-Barbadian - actor, bodybuilder, and wrestler.
Labi Siffre / Claudius Afolabi Siffre (1945) Afro-Barbadian, Belgian / Yoruba Nigerian - singer-songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, poet, and writer.
Grynner / MacDonald Blenman (1946) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Trevor W. Payne (1948) Afro-Barbadian - singer and composer.
Mighty Gabby / Anthony Carter (1948) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
George Harris (1949) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian - actor.
Dan Aykroyd (1952) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, French, English, Dutch - actor, musician, comedian, and filmmaker.
Dennis Bovell (1953) Afro-Barbadian - bassist, guitarist, and producer.
S. K. Thoth (1954) Afro-Barbadian / Russian Jewish - singer, violinist, dancer, and performance artist.
Anthony Kellman (1955) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter, composer, poet, and novelist.
Peter Aykroyd (1955) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, French, English, Dutch - actor, comedian, and writer.
Charles D. Lewis (1955) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Oliver Skeete (1956) Afro-Barbadian - actor, reality tv personality, and showjumper.
Anthony Johnson (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer.
Kenny Robinson (1957) Afro-Barbadian - actor, comedian, and DJ.
Ainsley Harriott (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - actor, tv presenter, celebrity chef, and entertainer.
Grandmaster Flash / Joseph Saddler (1958) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and DJ.
Daddy G / Grantley Evan Marshall (1969) Afro-Barbadian - DJ.
Peter Parros (1960) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Trinidadian / African-American - actor and screenwriter.
Redd Pepper / Richardson Green (1961) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Michael Paul Welch (1962) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Carl Cox (1962) Afro-Barbadian - musician, DJ, radio host, and producer.
Daddae / Daddae Harvey / Phillip Harvey (1964) Afro-Barbadian - guitarist, keyboardist, and percussionist.
Clive Rowe (1964) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
David Harewood (1965) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Steve Toussaint (1965) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Arturo Tappin (1965) Afro-Barbadian - saxophonist and flutist.
Doug E. Fresh / Douglas Davis (1966) Afro-Barbadian - rapper, beatboxer, and producer.
Michael Kinney (1967) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Paul J. Medford (1967) Afro-Barbadian - actor and performer.
Rayvon / Bruce Alexander Michael Brewster (1968) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.
Shannon Leto (1970) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Mi’kmaq, Irish, Spanish, Cajun, Scottish, French, Dutch, German, English - guitarist-songwriter, keyboardist, drummer, percussionist, producer, and photographer.
Lamman Rucker (1971) Afro-Barbadian, African-American - actor.
Richard Blackwood (1972) Afro-Barbadian - actor, rapper, and presenter.
Tegan Summer (1972) Afro-Barbadian - actor, producer, lyricist, and writer.
Mark Morrison (1972) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Shaun Parkes (1973) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Akin Omotoso (1974) Afro-Barbadian / Yoruba Nigerian - actor and filmmaker.
Adrian Holmes (1974) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Laurence Westgaph (1975) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / Nigerian - model and tv presenter.
Rupee / Rupert Clarke (1975) Afro-Barbadian / German - singer-songwriter and producer.
Jake Paltrow (1975) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Polish Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish - actor, director, and screenwriter.
Demore Barnes (1976) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Big O / Omar Gooding (1976) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, and comedian.
Mr. Lif / Jeffrey Haynes (1977) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and producer.
Lewis Parker (1977) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and producer.
Ryan Leslie (1978) Afro-Barbadian, Irish / Surinamese [Chinese, Dutch, Possibly Other] - singer-songwriter, keyboardist, drummer, guitarist, bassist, trumpeter, producer, and arranger.
Soweto Kinch (1978) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican, English - saxophonist.
Danny Foster (1979) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified White - singer and television personality.
Robert Christopher Riley (1980) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - actor.
Clé Bennett (1981) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Hypasounds / Damien Etienne (1982) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Akala / Kingslee McLean Daley (1983) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Grenadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - rapper-songwriter, poet, journalist, and activist.
Ryan Thomas (1984) Barbadian - actor.
King Shabaka / Shabaka Hutchings (1984) Afro-Barbadian - saxophonist and clarinetist.
Bryn Christopher (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.
Dwane Husbands (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Hal Linton (1986) Afro-Barbadian - singer and producer.
Teebs / Mtendere Mandowa (1987) Afro-Barbadian / Malawian - rapper, visual artist, and producer.
Dave East / David Lawrence Brewster Jr. (1988) Afro-Barbadian, Dominican, Louisiana Creole - actor and rapper-songwriter.
Alfred Enoch (1988) Brazilian [Afro-Barbadian] / English - actor.
DJ Puffy / Andre Parris (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - DJ.
Nathan Bryon (1991) Afro-Barbadian - actor and author.
Jaicko / Jaicko Lawrence (1991) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
Tory Lanez / Daystar Peterson (1992) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Curaçaon - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.
Lamar Johnson (1994) Afro-Barbadian - actor and dancer.
Callum Wright (1994) Barbadian - singer.
Spencer Gooding (1994) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / Austrian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish, German Jewish, Hungarian Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, Romanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish - actor.
Robb Bank$ / Robb Banks / Richard O'Neil Burrell (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter and producer.
Mitchell Donnell-Ralph Hughes (1994) Afro-Barbadian - youtuber (TheBajanCanadian).
Slowthai / Tyron Kaymone Frampton (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Irish - rapper.
Daniel Caesar (1995) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer-songwriter and guitarist.
Mason Gooding (1996) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / Austrian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish, German Jewish, Hungarian Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, Romanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish - actor.
Killy / Khalil Tatem (1997) Afro-Barbadian / Filipino - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.
Desiigner / Sidney Royel Selby III (1997) Afro-Barbadian, African-American - rapper-songwriter and singer.
Jaden Smith (1998) 1/8 Afro-Barbadian, 1/8 Afro-Jamaican, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, singer and model.
Don bbw (1998) Afro-Barbadian - youtuber (Don’s Life).
Shawn Singleton (?) Afro-Barbadian - actor, musician, DJ, and producer.
Chris Jarman (?) Afro-Barbadian - actor.
Harry Danner (?) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English - actor and singer.
Red Plastic Bag / Stedson Wiltshire (?) Afro-Barbadian - singer.
M - Athletes:
Albert Beckles (1930) Afro-Barbadian - bodybuilder.
Garfield Sobers (1936) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Wes Hall (1937) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Jeffrey Alleyne (1938) Afro-Barbadian - boxer.
Glenroy Sealy (1940) Barbadian - cricketer.
Vincent Brewster (1940) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Ferguson Jenkins (1942) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - baseball player.
John Shepherd (1943) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Colin Blades (1944) Barbadian - cricketer.
Rod Carew (1945) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Panamanian - baseball player.
John Vaughan (1945) Barbadian - cricketer.
Tony Howard (1946) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Nolan Clarke (1948) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Robert Callender (1950) Barbadian - cricketer.
Joel Garner (1952) Barbadian - cricketer.
Orlando Greene (1953) Barbadian - middle-distance runner.
Elson Seale (1955) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Cliff Marshall (1955) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Teddy Foster (1955) Barbadian - cricketer.
Wayne Daniel (1956) Barbadian - cricketer.
Desmond Haynes (1956) Barbadian - cricketer.
Elvis Forde (1959) Barbadian - sprinter.
Tony Sealy (1959) Afro-Barbadian / Unknown - footballer.
James Waithe (1961) Afro-Barbadian - judoka.
Gladstone Small (1961) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Alvin Howard (1962) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Sam Seale (1962) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.
Pearson Best (1963) Caymanian [Afro-Barbadian] - cricketer.
Phil Nurse (1963) Afro-Barbadian - Muay Thai kickboxer.
Roger Blades (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.
Dennis Archer (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.
Raymond Denny (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.
Nigel Benn (1964) Afro-Barbadian - boxer.
Wendell White (1964) Barbadian - cricketer.
Michael Gilkes (1965) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
John Regis (1966) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
George Codrington (1966) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Anderson Cummins (1966) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Robert Bailey (1968) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.
Nicholas Ifill (1968) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Simon Husbands (1969) Afro-Barbadian - horse racer.
Martin Blackman (1970) Afro-Barbadian - tennis player.
Slade Callaghan (1970) Barbadian - horse racer.
Don Maxwell (1971) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Stan Collymore (1971) Afro-Barbadian / English - footballer.
Fred Brathwaite (1972) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.
Ian Lowe (1973) Afro-Barbadian - long jumper.
Patrick Husbands (1973) Afro-Barbadian - horse racer.
Gus Hurdle (1973) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Anson Carter (1974) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.
Dru Onyx / Soa Amin / Rodney Kellman (1974) Afro-Barbadian - wrestler.
Orlando Jordan (1974) Afro-Barbadian
Jamal Mayers (1974) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.
Ryan Bovell (1974) Caymanian [Afro-Barbadian] - cricketer.
Kevin Weekes (1975) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.
Obadele Thompson (1976) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Jonathan C. Jones (1976) Barbadian - horse racer.
Shane de Freitas (1977) Barbadian - gymnast.
Corey Collymore (1977) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Wayne Andrews (1977) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Nicholas Neckles (1978) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.
Mark McCammon (1978) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Carl Greenidge (1978) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Marlon Harewood (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Emmerson Boyce (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Paul Ifill (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Pierre Browne (1980) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Joel Ward (1980) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.
Fitz Hall (1980) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Michael Carberry (1980) Afro-Barbadian / Guyanese - cricketer.
Ashley Cole (1980) Afro-Barbadian / English - footballer.
Jon Nurse (1981) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Tino Best (1981) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Ryan Moseley (1982) Barbadian - baseball player.
Dwayne Smith (1983) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Dave Simpson (1983) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - footballer.
Terrence Haynes (1984) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.
Josh Gibson (1984) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Andrew Hinds (1984) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Winston Justice (1984) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.
Daryl Ferguson (1985) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - footballer.
Louie Soares (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
James Perch (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Ashley Carew (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Martyn Forde (1985) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.
Jonathan Forte (1986) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Tom Soares (1986) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Jack Sealy (1987) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 mix of Hong Kongese, English - footballer.
Andrew Harris (1987) Afro-Barbadian - Canadian football player.
Stefan Leslie (1987) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - footballer.
Ramon Gittens (1987) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Ramon Harewood (1987) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.
Nicholas Standford (1987) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Stephen Headley (1988) Barbadian - sprinter.
Kemar Roach (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Ryan Brathwaite (1988) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Ashley Nurse (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Chris Jordan (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Freddie Freeman (1989) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Scottish, French, English - baseball player.
Damian Warner (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified White - decathlete.
Jamar Dixon (1989) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - footballer.
Nick Blackman (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Polish Jewish, Dutch Jewish - footballer.
Cristian Morton (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Igbo Nigerian - hurdler.
Kieran Gibbs (1989) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Andrew Lewis (1989) Trinidadian [Barbadian] - sailor.
Shane Brathwaite (1990) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Greg Douglas (1990) Afro-Barbadian - sailor.
Christian Taylor (1990) Afro-Barbadian - triple jumper.
Krystian Pearce (1990) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Greggmar Swift (1991) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.
Jason Holder (1991) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
La’Vere Corbin-Ong (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Malaysian, Chinese - footballer.
Nick Wiggins (1991) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - basketball player.
Keasel Broome (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified - footballer.
Aaron Brown (1992) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - sprinter.
Darian King (1992) Afro-Barbadian - tennis player.
Burkheart Ellis (1992) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Louis Moss (1992) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Tom Ince (1992) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Russell Elcock (1993) Afro-Barbadian - cyclist.
Tyrone Mings (1993) Afro-Jamaican - footballer.
Andre de Grasse (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - sprinter.
Tyler Blackett (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.
Hallam Hope (1994) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Jofra Archer (1995) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.
Andrew Wiggins (1995) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - basketball player.
Levi Cadogan (1995) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Justyn Knight (1996) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - long-distance runner.
Conor Benn (1996) Afro-Barbadian / English - boxer.
Tafari Moore (1997) Afro-Jamaican - footballer.
Derek Cornelius (1997) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.
Mario Burke (1997) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.
Alex Sobers (1998) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.
Kaeson Trench (2000) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.
Akil Thomas (2000) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified Other - ice hockey player.
Problematic:
Michael Douglas (1944) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Belgian, French, English, Dutch / Belarusian Jewish - actor and producer. - Allegations of sexual assault.
Afrika Bambaataa (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter, keyboardist, DJ, and producer. - Multiple accusations of child sexual assault/pedophilia.
Stacey Dash (1966 or 1967) Afro-Barbadian, African-American, Mexican - actress. - Openly supportive of Donald Trump for President, openly supportive of the NRA, transphobic comments, racist comments, Islamophobic comments, and accusations of domestic abuse.
Cuba Gooding Jr. (1968) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, director, producer, and writer. - Accusations of sexual assault by 22 different women.
LL Cool J / James Todd Smith (1968) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, producer, and author. - Misogyny.
Jared Leto (1971) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Mi’kmaq, Irish, Spanish, Cajun, Scottish, French, Dutch, German, English - actor, singer-songwriter, and director. - Accusations of rape, accusations of pedophilia/preying on underage girls, accusations of sexually harassing fellow cast members of Suicide Squad, accusations of otherwise harassment towards fellow cast members of Suicide Squad, transphobic comments, appropriated Japanese Yakuza tattoos, played a Japanese character in The Outsider, and played a transgender woman (despite being a cisgender man) in Dallas Buyers Club.
Damon Dash (1971) Afro-Barbadian, African-American, Mexican - actor, director, producer, writer, and record executive. - Accusations of domestic abuse and neglecting to pay child support.
Gwyneth Paltrow (1972) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Polish Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish - actress, singer, and author. - Featured anti-vaxxer Kelly Brogan on her website, cultural appropriation, and use of the n word.
Benedict Cumberbatch (1976) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Antiguan [Unspecified White], Scottish, Welsh, Cornish, French, Swiss, Swedish, German, Dutch, English - actor. - White-washed Khan Noonien Singh in Star Trek: Into Darkness and played a transgender woman (despite being a cisgender man) in Zoolander 2.
Baka Not Nice / Travis Savoury (1979) Afro-Barbadian - rapper-songwriter and singer. - Convicted of sex trafficking young girls, convicted of domestic abuse, convicted of aggravated assault, and convicted of armed robbery.
Rihanna / Robyn Rihanna Fenty (1988) Barbadian [Afro-Barbadian, English, Scottish, Irish] / Afro-Guyanese - singer-songwriter, model, and actress - appropriated and sexualized the Japanese kanzashi and kimono, appropriated and sexualized the Indian bindi and sari, sexualized the Hindu deity Shiva, appropriated Egyptian culture, consistently referred to a Vietnamese woman (Karrueche Tran) as “r**e c***s”/”r**e”, and did “c***k eyes”.
A$AP Rocky / ASAP Rocky / Rakim Athelaston Mayers (1988) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - actor, rapper-songwriter, model, director, and producer. - Homophobic comments and convicted of aggravated assault.
Leigh-Anne Pinnock (1991) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Possibly Other - singer. - Defended her boyfriend after he made homophobic remarks.
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Endless list of OCs // Maggie Daley - Fear the Walking Dead [1/??]
“Mom-”
“No.”
“Mom-”
“I said no, Maggie!” Pat yelled, whirling round to face her youngest child. “We’re leaving, and that’s the end of it. This place has taken too much from my family-”
“Mom it’s not safe out there-”
“It’s not safe in here!” Pat interrupted. “Walker and his men, they’re coming. They’re going to attack the compound, we’re going to lose people… People we care about. I’m not letting anything happen to you, or to your brother. We’re taking what can carry, and we’re going.”
Maggie resisted the urge to scowl. “I don’t want to leave the ranch, Mom. We won’t survive out there, I’m telling you. You haven’t seen it, you don’t know what it’s like,” she shook her head, and Pat rolled her eyes at her daughter. Maggie hadn’t seen it, either. She hadn’t ventured too far outside of the gates since the outbreak had started. But she knew. She knew what was waiting for them out there.
Pain. Misery. Death.
She knew.
“We’re your family, Maggie Beth. You’re my daughter. You’re coming with us, even if I have to drag you,” Pat warned, turning her back on her daughter and walking towards the door of their cabin.
“What about the Otto’s?” Maggie asked, biting down on her bottom lip when she saw her mother slowly turn back to face her. “Are they not family, too? Dad was- Dad was a founder of this place. He and Jeremiah were like family. Troy and- and Jake-”
“Is that what this is about?”
Maggie blinked. “What?”
“Jake,” Pat narrowed her eyes slightly. “Is that what this is about? Is that why you don’t want to leave? Are you the reason Jake came to speak to me, to try to get me to change my mind about leaving?”
Maggie gulped, her stomach flipping. “Jake- Jake knows you want us to go? You told him?” she asked in a whisper, hurt flooding her as she wondered why he hadn’t spoken to her about it, given her some warning that this was coming.
“I told Jeremiah,” Pat crossed her arms over her chest. “He must have told Jake.”
“Oh,” Maggie looked down at her hands.
“Charlene loved him, Maggie.”
Maggie tensed at the mention of her older sister and her features hardened into a glare as her defensive gaze snapped up to meet her mother’s accusatory one.
“What are you implying?” Maggie asked with a scowl.
“I’m not implying anything, I’m saying you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jake since Charlene’s death, I’m telling you that people are beginning to talk.”
Maggie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “They have no idea what they’re even talking about,” she grumbled. “Jake’s… Mom… Jake’s been teaching me stuff. Like how to use more than a handgun. He’s just been looking out for me, that’s all, because he promised Charlene. If people here opened their damn eyes then they’re realise they were gossiping about the wrong brother-” she stopped, her eyes widening slightly as she realised what she had said and she looked away from her mother’s curious stare.
“What?”
“What? Nothing.”
“…Maggie-”
“I should go and do my chores before someone comes looking for me,” she interrupted, standing up and wiping her palms on her jeans. “I’ll see you later, Mom!”
“Maggie Beth,” Pat snapped, grabbing hold of her daughter’s arm as she walked past her. “You stay away from Troy Otto, do you hear me? He’s- he’s bad news. He’s trouble. He’s… You’re why he tried to stop us from leaving.”
Maggie quickly looked up to meet Pat’s angry stare. “What?”
“Your brother and I, we went down to the collect some supplies earlier on,” Pat explained. “He stopped us, told us we couldn’t take anything, not even what we put into this place. He told us we weren’t going to leave. You- you talk to him, Maggie. You tell him we’re leaving, that you want to come with us. You talk to Jake and you get him to keep Troy under control, do you hear me?”
“I’m not-”
“Do you hear me, Maggie?!”
Maggie looked down, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Yes, ma’am.”
Pat waited for few seconds before she slowly let go of Maggie’s arm and, throwing her youngest child a look of contempt, she turned and walked out of their cabin. Maggie sighed heavily, sitting back down on her bunk and letting her head drop into her hands.
She didn’t want to leave the ranch.
Charlene had told her stories of what it was like outside of the walls, Jake had told her, Troy had told her… Troy had stopped her from going on the last hunt with them because he knew she wasn’t prepared for what was out there.
And her mother was ready to pack up and leave, taking her two kids, the only family she had left, into the unknown?
They wouldn’t survive.
Maggie knew they wouldn’t survive.
Sure, since Charlene’s death she had toughened up considerably – Jake was teaching her everything she needed to know about weapons, Troy had taught her how to fight, how to get herself out of a sticky situation, how to fool people into thinking you weren’t a threat. But Maggie knew that, outside of the safety of the ranch, she wouldn’t make it. Not without them.
“Did you hear me?”
Maggie’s head snapped up and she jumped as she saw the younger boy stood in the doorway of the cabin.
“Jesus, Gabe, you scared the crap out of me. What’s up?”
“I said, Mike and his family are leaving,” he breathed, glancing over his shoulder. “Troy’s trying to stop them, and Jake is trying to stop him. You better get out here, Maggie. Calm him down.”
“Which one?” she asked with a groan, and Gabe shrugged his shoulders before he ran back outside, Maggie close behind him.
She could see the campervan stopped by the gates and she could see Jake and Troy stood off to the side, a crowd of people surrounding them to see what would happen. Running her hand through her blonde hair with a huff, Maggie pushed her way through the crowd, just in time to see Troy’s fist connect with Jake’s cheek.
“Troy!” Maggie yelled, pushing her way forwards as Jeremiah darted towards his youngest son.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, raising his hand and hitting Troy across the face.
“Dad, no!” Jake called, but his father wouldn’t listen as he continued to hit Troy.
“Stop!” Maggie called, slipping past Jake’s outstretched arm and putting herself between Troy and his father. “Stop, this isn’t-” Maggie stopped talking the second Jeremiah’s hand connected with her cheek, and she could do nothing but stare up the old man in shock.
Everything seemed to happen at once. The look of horror that spread across Jeremiah’s face as he realised what he had done, Jake pulling her out of the way and quickly inspecting her eye as Troy rushed towards his father, his face screwed up in rage.
“Troy, no!” Madison called, putting herself between them as Maggie had done. “No,” she told him, holding her hands up and glancing at Jeremiah over her shoulder before her eyes drifted over to Maggie. “You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Maggie nodded, ignoring the stinging in her cheek and trying her hardest not to wince and Jake took her face in his hands. “I’m fine.”
“Let me see.”
She was pulled out of Jake’s grasp by Troy as he spun her around, inspecting her eye where a red mark had already started to form. She was painfully aware of how close he was standing to her, of his fingertips tracing her cheek as he inspected her face. She could feel his breath on her face and she could feel the stares of everyone around them fixing on them both, but she couldn’t move.
She knew she should move, she knew she should get as far away from Troy as possible if they didn’t want anyone finding out just exactly what had been going on between them, but it was as if she was frozen to the spot.
Troy’s touch was soft, almost gentle, and it had unnerved her.
She had to hold in a snort. Troy was being nice to her, and it made her nervous.
How fucked up was that?
It was Jeremiah’s voice that snapped her out of her daze as he tried to apologise, but she ignored him and her fingers wrapped around Troy’s wrists as she pulled his hands away from her face.
“I’m fine,” she repeated to him and he looked down, nodded slightly as his eyes met hers. “Are you alright?” she asked quietly.
Troy scoffed, pulling his hands out of her grasp and glancing at the dispersing crowd, a handful of people still stood around watching them. He could feel his father’s stare burning into the back of his head, he could see Madison watching out of the corner of his eye and he spotted Pat staring at them from further away, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.
But it was the look of confusion, even hurt, on Jake’s face that made him do it.
He took Maggie’s face in his hands and he pulled her closer, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. She didn’t respond at first, so Troy pulled her a little closer to him and as her hands came to rest on his chest, he smiled against her lips before pulling away, resting his forehead against hers.
“I’m fine,” he murmured.
“How many people are watching us right now?” Maggie asked, her voice muffled as she buried her face in Troy’s chest.
“Uh…” He paused, glanced up and looking around. “Definitely less than everyone,” he told her, chuckling when she let out a quiet groan. “Come on, let’s do something about that eye.”
Maggie kept her eyes on the ground, avoiding Jake’s stare as Troy pulled away from her and took her hand, leading her towards the cabin he has claimed as his for when he wanted to get out of the main house, away from his father and brother. Once they were inside, Troy kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a towel, tipping his bottle of water over it and handing it to Maggie. She took it off him and stared down at the towel in confusion.
“Uhm, thanks?”
“It’s for your eye,” Troy told her.
“I’m fine-”
“I know how hard my dad can hit, alright?” he frowned. “Just… Just humour me,” he grumbled as he continued to potter about the cabin, not really doing anything but avoiding the stare Maggie was shooting him. He didn’t want to do this. Not yet.
“…It’s your eye you should be worried about,” she whispered, placing a hand on his arm and feeling his tense under her touch. “Troy, come on,” Maggie sighed, grabbing hold of his arm and pushing him down on to his bed before moving to stand between his legs. Troy smirked, reaching up and placing his hands on her waist but Maggie huffed and pushing him away. “No,” she told him, gesturing for him to sit up properly. He did as she said (albeit reluctantly) and she balled up the small towel he had given her before pressing it against his right eye. He winced, but only for a second, and Maggie smiled softly. “It’s just getting back to normal after the spoon incident, and now you get hit. You need to be more careful.”
“People need to stop doing shit to me.”
“You need to be more careful,” Maggie repeated with pursed lips and Troy sighed, his hands once again landing on her waist as he pulled her closer, leaning his head against her stomach. “…Are you gonna tell me what that was about?” she asked quietly.
“You know what it was about,” Troy grumbled. “Vernon was leaving, his family were taking our stuff, our fuel, our food. I couldn’t let them get away with that.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Maggie replied, the tips of her fingers playing with Troy’s curls. “I mean you and Jake. What was that about?” she asked again, and Troy stilled. Maggie pulled back slightly, looking down at him with a frown. “Troy?”
“He- he can’t protect this place, Maggie,” he muttered. “He won’t protect this place. He won’t fight for the ranch, or for the people, not like I will. But my dad doesn’t see that. He’s gonna leave Jake in charge, you know? When he dies. Jake’s going to be the one running this place, and he’s not strong enough. Walker and his men are going to come and unless we prepare, unless we fight, they’re going to take everything we’ve built. They’ll kill us, Maggie, and Jake isn’t strong to protect the people here. To protect you.”
Maggie’s teeth sank into her bottom lip as she hummed quietly, trying to decide what to say to him.
“Are… Are you gonna protect me?”
Troy bristled. “Of course I am.”
“Do you think I need you to?”
“…No,” Troy admitted with a sigh. “Not anymore. Not- not since… Your dad… Charlene. You’ve… changed.”
“Yeah,” Maggie agreed quietly. “Only reason you looked twice at me though, isn’t it? Because I’ve changed,” her tone was teasing, but Troy knew there was a seriousness behind her words.
Before her father had died, Maggie had just been a girl who Troy grown up with. A girl who had very obviously had a crush on him when they were kids, and a girl he found annoying, if he was being totally honest. She had never really contributed much to anything when she first moved onto the ranch before the outbreak, she was Daddy’s little girl and Noah barely let her out of his sight. Troy had been sure that she would completely break down in this new world, but she hadn’t.
Her father had died, and Maggie had been forced to grow up almost overnight. Sometimes, Troy could still see glimpses of the old Maggie shining through, the little girl who wanted to be taken care of but she refused to let that girl out. Something had changed in her when she had lost her father. There was something there, an anger that Troy recognised, and that was what had drawn him to her in the first place.
He had been convinced that she would lose it when Charlene died, that she would be inconsolable and sink into the depths of depression, but she hadn’t. She had been the one holding her family together ever since. She had grown stronger, tougher. Her anger at the world had grown, there was a coldness in her now that hadn’t been there before.
They were the same now.
He thought they were, anyway. He trusted her, he knew that she had his back and she would stand by him no matter what. She didn’t want anyone else to go through what she had gone through after losing Charlene and that meant that they had to fight. Maggie would support him, Troy was sure of it.
He just had to keep her away from Jake. And probably the Clark’s, too.
He studied her carefully as she checked over his eye, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed as she pulled the damp towel away from his face and ran her fingers through his hair, a small smile coming to her face as she looked down to meet his eyes.
“Careful,” he murmured. “People will think this is something more than it is if they see you taking care of me.”
He saw it flash through her eyes for a second. It was gone almost immediately, but he had seen it. Hurt. It made his heart drop knowing that he had caused it and he gulped slightly, but Maggie scoffed and pushed his head back before she stepped out of his grasp.
“Don’t worry, Troy. I’ll make sure everyone knows I only want you for your body,” she rolled her eyes. “God help us if anyone thought we actually liked each other.”
“That’s not what I-”
“Yes it is,” Maggie interrupted him, throwing the towel down on the bed next to him and moving to lean against the small window. “And it’s fine. I know this is just sex, Troy, and I’m okay with it. I’m not looking for some big love story, alright? I’m not looking for a husband and two perfect kids and a dog and even if I was, I know you’re not that kind of guy,” she shrugged her shoulders and Troy paused, leaning forwards and watching her as she turned and looked out of the window, her arms folded over her chest. “I should probably go.”
“Go?” Troy looked up quickly. “Go where?”
Maggie raised an eyebrow. “To talk to my mom…? She’s probably freaking out right now,” she told him, pointing to her eye as she pushed herself away from the window and started to walk towards the door. Troy reached out to stop her, taking hold of her hand and lacing his fingers through hers.
“She wants to leave,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off their joined hands. “Your mom.”
“Yeah…” Maggie looked at the floor. “She told me a little while ago. She also told me you tried to stop her and Dax from taking stuff from the pantry, you made them put it back,” she paused, her voice curious as Troy shrugged nonchalantly.
“Are you gonna go with them?”
“They’re my family,” Maggie bit her lip. “I don’t want to leave the ranch. I feel safe here. Out there…” she paused, glancing towards the window. “I’m not sure I could survive.”
“You could.”
Maggie frowned. “Do you want me to go? With my mom?”
“No,” Troy replied quickly. “No, I don’t, and… And I can keep them here, if you want them to stay. I can make sure they don’t leave the ranch.”
Maggie smiled softly, pulling her hand out of his as he raised his head to meet her eyes.
“Careful, Troy,” Maggie pointed a finger at him, walking backwards towards the door. “People might start to think you actually care about me.”
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On the cusp of Donald Trump’s Senate impeachment trial in January, Val Demings went to dinner at a Washington seafood joint, the Salt Line, with her colleague Hakeem Jeffries. The two Representatives had recently been chosen, with five other House Democrats, to present the case to remove the President from office–the first two Black presidential impeachment managers in American history. As they discussed the weight of the role, Jeffries, the chair of the House Democratic Caucus, made a prediction. “When this is all said and done,” he told Demings, “you’re going to be on the short list for Vice President.”
“Get out of here,” Demings said.
“I just have that feeling, Val,” Jeffries insisted. “The world is getting ready to see what we here in Congress already know about who you are.”
Jeffries was right. This summer, Demings, 63, has shot up the list of candidates to be Joe Biden’s running mate. Her rise began with the impeachment trial, where she turned complicated arguments about Trump’s conduct into straightforward language. It has accelerated in recent weeks amid the nationwide racial-justice protests following George Floyd’s death in Minneapolis. As Biden faces pressure to add a woman of color to the ticket, and to repel Trump’s claims that he’s soft on crime, Demings may be a match for the moment: a Black woman from the battleground of Florida who capped a 27-year career in law enforcement by becoming Orlando’s first woman police chief in 2007. In one USA Today/Suffolk poll conducted at the end of June, 72% of Democrats said it was important to them that Biden choose a woman of color.
Biden has confirmed that Demings is among nearly a dozen women on his list. But her candidacy faces challenges as well. Biden, 77, has said he’s looking for a running mate who is “ready to be President on Day One.” Demings is only in her second term representing Florida’s 10th District, a short political résumé for national office. And to some of the Black voters whom Biden is counting on in November, her career in law enforcement is not an asset. Demings was “a leader within an institution that is inherently violent, racist, patriarchal and protective of capitalism,” says Charlene Carruthers, an organizer in Illinois with the Movement for Black Lives. “It’s not simply enough to have someone who looks like me as the vice-presidential nominee. I’m interested in someone who shares my values and is aligned with our vision.”
Joe Burbank—Orlando SentinelDemings at the scene of a mass shooting in Orlando’s Gateway Center in 2009
Demings rejects the proposition that her record in law enforcement might be a liability in this political climate. “I have no regrets about the career paths that I’ve taken,” she says from her Washington apartment in a June 25 interview with TIME. But her chances to become Vice President rest in part on whether Demings–and Democrats–can reconcile her identity as a former cop with that of a Black woman in a country where Black people have the most to fear from police. Some on the left see her as a symptom of the problem, not a beacon of progress. This raises some hard questions for Americans. How much should we expect our politicians to account for injustices that are bigger than any one person? Is it fair to ask public servants how their own experiences with racism or sexism guide their approach to fighting such forces stacked against them? And are those who have found success within existing structures an extension of systemic failure or the ones best equipped to fix them?
When Valdez Venita Demings was tapped as Orlando’s police chief in 2007, the announcement reached officers in the department by pager. She was the first woman to hold the role, and kudos poured in–flowers, phone calls, emails. But it didn’t take long for Demings to notice something odd: Congratulations, well-wishers would say. You know that’s a big job.
It was. But no bigger than it had been under the seven male chiefs Demings served under before taking the position. None had been challenged on whether they could do it. The implicit sexism wasn’t a surprise: as she climbed the ladder in the department, she recalls being quizzed on policy by subordinates to see if she knew what she was doing. “When you are a woman and a Black woman,” Demings says, “when you walk into the room, unfortunately, men and women sometimes determine what they think you are capable of.”
Demings was born in Jacksonville, Fla., one of seven children crammed into a two-room house. By age 4, she’d been called racial slurs. Her mother was a maid; her father worked as a janitor, and mowed lawns and picked oranges on the side. Sometimes he had to ask his employers for advance pay to foot the bill for his children’s class trips. Demings took her first job as a dishwasher at 14, and later became the first in her family to graduate from college.
Her first career was as a social worker, working with foster children. In 1983, she left Jacksonville for Orlando, where she joined the police force as a way to save money for law school. But she stayed, drawn to a job where she believed she could help people who needed it. “Every job that she did, every position that she held, she did it with finesse, she did it completely,” says Renita Osselyn, a retired Orlando Police Department (OPD) school resource officer and close friend of Demings’. In 1984, when Demings was a first-year officer and he was a detective, she met her husband, Jerry Demings, who is now the mayor of Orange County, Florida, which contains Orlando.
When Demings became chief, Orlando’s crime rate was at an all-time high, the Great Recession was just around the corner, and the Black Lives Matter movement was still several years away. She set to applying her social-work background to her new role, creating a community initiative, Operation Positive Direction, that paired at-risk youth with mentors. The department also partnered with GED programs, sending officers to homes to check on those who had missed class. Demings says she imposed an early-warning system in 2008 that triggered reviews of officers who showed patterns like those of force, absence and citizen complaints. She says that she saw arrests as short-term solutions and preferred instead to address the root issues that cause “decay” in communities. She boasts of reducing the crime rate in Orlando 40% during her tenure.
At work, Demings was known as a good communicator. Terrell Fawbush, a retired officer, says that when two of Fawbush’s children and a niece died in a car accident in 1995, Demings, then a lieutenant, served as a department liaison to help her through the tragedy. Demings did everything from driving Fawbush to the funeral home to making sure her family had meals figured out. “She knew what was best for me to keep me going,” Fawbush says.
Asked if she regrets anything about her time in law enforcement, Demings says she wishes she could have done more. “Could I have saved one more life? Could I have saved one more officer’s career? Could I have protected someone in the community more? Of course, I would never say I was perfect.”
It’s a careful answer, similar to a job applicant saying their greatest weakness is trying too hard or caring too much. But it’s difficult to imagine she does not have specific regrets. Like the time she left her vehicle unlocked and had her department-issued firearm stolen. Or the 2010 incident in which an officer, Travis Lamont, broke the neck of an 84-year-old veteran, Daniel Daley, while performing a “dynamic takedown,” according to the Orlando Sentinel. At the time, Demings, who left her post as chief in 2011, found the technique to be “within department guidelines” but ordered a review of the policy. Daley was awarded $880,000 by a federal jury. Demings says that as a result of the ensuing policy review, the department modified its policies “to require the engagement of second officer to more effectively manage individuals during disturbance calls.”
The Daley incident was highlighted in a 2015 Sentinel investigation that found the OPD used force more than twice as often as other similar-size agencies. Most of the time period covered by the report was after Demings left the OPD. But critics say that as chief Demings failed to address the department’s cultural problems. “Val Demings is part of the establishment here in central Florida,” says Lawanna Gelzer, a community activist in Orlando. Asked whether the OPD has systematic failures when it comes to use of force, Demings demurs, saying that “every agency has a responsibility to always look within itself and try to improve.”
Shortly after retiring in 2011, Demings set her sights on politics. She ran for Congress in a Republican-leaning district in 2012, coming within 4 points of the GOP incumbent. In 2016, she ran again, in a redrawn district that favored Democrats, and won.
In January, Demings was the only nonlawyer among the team of impeachment managers. Trial days ran late, after which the managers received packets they needed to be ready to discuss by early morning. Demings was battling bronchitis. But she made a mark. At one meeting, recalls Ashley Etienne, an adviser to House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, several of the lawmakers were discussing the day’s material. Demings interrupted. “I just think it’s really simple,” she said. “It’s right vs. wrong. And what the President did is wrong.”
In early May, weeks after he’d committed to picking a woman for the role, Biden told a Florida television station that Demings was one of “close to a dozen really qualified and talented women who are on the list” of potential running mates. Perhaps the biggest question for Biden’s team is whether Demings’ record in law enforcement is a boon or a burden in this political environment. She has responded to the protests by saying that if she was still an officer, she would be out taking a knee with protesters, and wrote a Washington Post op-ed asking her “brothers and sisters in blue: What in the hell are you doing?” She has called for reviews of law-enforcement hiring policies and police training standards.
“If the argument is going to be she’s not Black, she’s blue, then God help us all,” says John Morgan, a Florida attorney, Democratic donor and longtime Demings backer. “I don’t know where it ends.” But progressives point to her 2018 support for the Protect and Serve Act, which makes it a federal crime to knowingly assault law-enforcement officers, as a troubling sign. She’s not the only Democrat who’s come under scrutiny for her record in law enforcement. Senator Amy Klobuchar, a former Minnesota prosecutor, dropped out of the vice-presidential running after Floyd’s death in response to criticism of her record. Progressives have challenged Senator Kamala Harris over her criminal-justice record.
Biden has cast himself as a transitional figure, someone grooming the next generation of Democratic leaders. Whomever he picks as a running mate could be a top contender for the Democratic presidential nomination as early as 2024. For Demings, that would be a meteoric rise. In our interview, I asked her whether she would be prepared to become President. “I’ve chosen tough jobs in my lifetime,” Demings says. “Regardless of where this path takes me, just as I’ve been ready before, I’m sure I’ll be ready again.”
–With reporting by MOLLY BALL and JULIA ZORTHIAN
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Endless list of OCs // Maggie Daley - Fear the Walking Dead [2/??]
She had known the second Madison had pulled back the tarp in the bed of the truck and she had seen the bodies of Mike and his family. The way Troy had let go of her hand and shrank back into the crowd had given it away – not just to her, but to other people as well, she was sure of it. She hadn’t missed the look her mother had cast in her direction and she hadn’t been able to ignore the whispers from the few people who clearly didn’t believe Madison’s story about the murder of the Trimbol family.
She hadn’t been able to find Troy since.
That was how she found herself walking up the stairs of the main house, going to Jake’s room where she knew he would be.
Maggie knocked gently on the door and Jake turned his head slightly, a small smiled coming to his face when he saw her there.
“Hey,” he gestured for her to come in, closing his book and placing it down on the desk. Pushing herself away from the doorframe, Maggie walked inside his room and gently closed the door behind her as she chewed on the inside of her cheek, avoiding his gaze and not returning his smile. Jake frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“…The Trimbol’s.”
Jake’s face fell at her words and his eyes shifted to the floor as he nodded slowly, Maggie walking past him to perch herself on the edge of his bed. He had been expecting her ever since his father had returned to the ranch with Madison and Nick.
“I’m sorry,” he told her quietly. “I know how close you and Gretchen were.”
Maggie shrugged her shoulders weakly, picking at a thread on Jake’s bedspread and keeping her eyes on the ground as she tried to stop her bottom lip from trembling.
“He did it, didn’t he?” she whispered hoarsely as Jake turned to face her slowly. “Troy. He killed them.”
“I… I think so,” Jake told her slowly, and looked up at him. “Hey, come here,” Jake sighed, standing up from his seat and going to sit beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders.
“I’m not sad, it’s okay,” she shook her head, and Jake paused. “That’s messed up, right? That I’m not sad? That these people I’ve known since I was a kid are dead, and I’m not sad about it?”
“It’s the shock-”
“It’s not,” Maggie interrupted. “It’s not shock, Jake. It’s just the way the world is now. We lose people. We have to get on with it.”
“You- You can still take time… To grieve-”
“I don’t want to. I don’t need to and- God, doesn’t that make me sound awful? Am I a horrible person? Gretchen was my friend, Charlene was my sister and I just- I can’t cry for them. I don’t have any tears, Jake. I don’t feel anything, it’s like I’ve just grown… Numb to all of it. Like- like Troy.”
Jake tensed. “No,” he snapped, and Maggie turned to him in surprise. “No, Maggie. You’re nothing like Troy, you’re just… You’re adjusting to the new world. We all have to adjust, but you… You lost your sister, Maggie, and she was your best friend. I can understand you not grieving for the Trimbol’s because as much as you’ll deny it, you’re still grieving for Charlene.”
“But I’m not,” she paused, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Yeah, I- I miss her, but it isn’t grief that I’m feeling. Grief… I felt that when my dad died. This… This is different. It’s anger. I want someone to pay for Charlene’s death, I want Walker and his people held accountable for what they did and I- I want someone to pay for the Trimbol’s… But I don’t want it to be Troy. It’s just- we’ve all lost so much, y’know? My dad, Charlene, our friends… I don’t want to lose Troy as well.”
“…You wanna pretend he didn’t kill an entire family because they decided to leave the ranch, then that’s up to you,” Jake shrugged weakly. “I know my dad isn’t going to do anything about it. No one here will. He’ll get away with it, like he gets away with everything else.”
Maggie raised an eyebrow. “You sound a little bitter about your kid brother there, Jake.”
“Not bitter,” he shook his head. “Just… tired. Of having to clean up his messes all the time.
“Better than having to clean up dead bodies like nowadays.”
“Yeah…” Jake paused, a smirk coming to lips as he nudged her. “Hey, things I don’t miss about the old world – not having to clean up dead bodies.”
Maggie snorted, letting herself fall backwards so she was lying down on the bed as she tried of think of something to say. This was their favourite game, listing things they missed from before the outbreak. It had been Charlene who had started it, a mindless way to pass time and keep them occupied, to keep Maggie’s mind off what was going on outside of the ranch, and it had stuck.
“Things I miss about the old world…” Maggie paused, humming to herself as Jake lay beside her, propping himself up with his elbow and glancing down at her. “Butter popcorn.”
“Work.”
Maggie pulled a face. “Work? You miss work?”
Jake shrugged. “I liked work.”
“I don’t miss college at all,” she shuddered. “I miss getting drunk at college, I miss the dorm parties and the cute boys and-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Jake laughed quietly. “I don’t really want to hear about your drunken hook-ups, Mags.”
“Yeah, sorry,” she chuckled quietly, pushing her hair off her face as she felt her cheeks flush. “I guess I miss being at college. Like, I miss the people there, my friends, even some of the tutors. I miss the experience. I do not miss the work.”
“I miss movies.”
“I also miss movies.”
“That’s cheating,” Jake reached forwards, poking her stomach and letting his hand stay there, lying gently on top of Maggie’s checked shirt. “No repeats.”
“Fine,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as the heat from Jake’s hand soaked through her shirt. “I miss TV,” she told him, turning to look at him with a grin. “I really miss TV. I miss mind-numbingly bad TV that you could never admit you even liked, but that you’d never miss an episode of. Me and Charlene, we used to get so much junk food and just crash in front of the TV in her room on a Saturday night. I miss that. I-I miss Charlene.”
“I know,” Jake whispered. “Me, too.”
“Mom wouldn’t want to leave if Charlene was here and even she did, she always knew how to talk Mom round. I don’t want to go out there, Jake,” Maggie admitted, her voice hoarse. “I don’t want to leave this place, I don’t want to leave you or- or Troy-”
“You don’t have to,” Jake interrupted, his arm inching across her stomach as he awkwardly hugged her closer to him. “You don’t have to go anywhere, Maggie. Even if they leave, you can stay. You can move your stuff in here, stay in the house with us.”
“She’d never let me-”
“Your mom wouldn’t be here, Mags,” Jake told her. “She can’t make you leave, I- I won’t let her. No one here will. It’s safe here, and you can stay as long as you want.”
“Yeah…” she paused, biting down on her bottom lip and tearing her gaze away from his. “I miss my mom being cool with me going wherever I wanted to go.”
“Back to this?” Jake raised his eyebrows and Maggie nodded her head. She needed a distraction from everything – from the Trimbol’s, from her mother and Dax wanting to leave… from Troy. “Okay. I miss peanut butter.”
“Pop tarts.”
“Pancakes.”
“Justin Timberlake.”
Jake blinked. “What?”
“Justin Timberlake,” Maggie repeated with a dramatic sigh. “I miss him.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realise you knew Justin Timberlake on a personal level.”
Maggie reached up, hitting Jake’s chest. “You know what I mean.”
“I guess,” Jake paused. “I kind of miss Megan Fox.”
“Megan Fox was hot.”
“Yeah,” Jake paused. “I miss… order. Normalcy.”
“Really?” Maggie raised her eyebrow. “You don’t think it’s so much better now that we that just walk into any shop and take whatever we want? Providing we miss the walking corpses, of course.”
“No,” Jake scoffed.
“I guess I kind of miss it, too,” she mused. “Only a little, though. I do like getting free stuff.”
“…I miss being safe.”
“I miss not getting hit in the face by angry old men,” Maggie snorted, pointing to her eye which had started to bruise slightly and Jake frowned, removing his arm from around her waist and gently placing his hand on her cheek, turning her face to him. “That was a joke. I’m fine.”
“It’s starting to bruise.”
“I know. It’s like my first war-wound, it’s great.”
“Maggie…” Jake started carefully, his hand resting against her cheek. “You shouldn’t have done that. You should never put yourself between Troy and my father, alright? Don’t… Don’t do that again.”
“I won’t,” she whispered. “I’m… I’m sorry I never told you… About me and Troy. I just- I guess I didn’t want you to know? It’s not like- we’re not-”
“You don’t have to explain.”
“I do,” Maggie insisted. “I do have to explain, because you’ve been so good to me, Jake, and Troy is… I know how you feel about your brother, okay? I know you think he’s no good, but-”
“That’s not it,” Jake shook his head. “He can be good when he wants to be. I just don’t think he’s any good for you and I know I’m right. You got hurt because of him.”
Maggie frowned. “I got hurt because I threw myself in front of him to stop Jeremiah beating the crap out of him again. I got hurt because I didn’t want to see him hurt. It wasn’t Troy’s fault. Besides, your eye is way worse. That was Troy’s fault.”
“Even if you getting hurt was his fault, you wouldn’t admit it,” Jake pursed his lips. “It’s hard acknowledging the flaws of people we love.”
Maggie paused, her breath catching in her throat as Jake removed his hand from her face and she swallowed the lump in her throat, turning her head to stare at the ceiling. Love? No. Jake was wrong. She didn’t love Troy. Sure, she cared about him, but love? …No. That was too much.
“I don’t love Troy.”
“No?” Jake raised his eyebrows. “So you put yourself between him and my dad just because you’re sleeping together? Really?”
Maggie turned to face him again, a scowl on her face. “You’re making it sound much worse than it is.”
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt, Maggie.”
“I won’t-”
“People tend to get hurt around Troy.”
Pushing herself up on her elbows, Maggie stared at Jake curiously. She expected him to look away, but he didn’t. He stared right back at her, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed slightly.
“…You think Troy is going to hurt me,” she said slowly, realisation dawning on her.
“I think Troy is going to get you killed, Maggie,” Jake murmured, running a hand through his short hair. “And I can’t let that happen. I can’t. I promised Charlene I’d look out for you and- and if I don’t-…”
“Hey, stop,” Maggie spoke softly, taking Jake’s face in her hands. “I can take care of myself, okay? You taught me how to take care of myself. I’ll be okay-”
“That’s not it,” Jake interrupted, lifting his hands up to cover hers. “The way he is… He wants a war with Walker, he’s not going to give up Maggie, and that’s going to get people killed. The people here… They aren’t soldiers. They’re just families who had nowhere else to go. They can kill the dead, but the living? That’s a whole other story.”
“They’ll fight if they have to-”
“Are you trying to tell me you’d have no problem picking up a weapon and killing a living person?”
Maggie paused, her jaw clenched and her face blank as she took her hands from Jake’s face and let them drop to her sides, her hands balling into fists.
“Would I have a problem killing the people who shot down the helicopter my sister was in? The people who stopped her from coming home? Would I have a problem shooting at the people who tried to kill you? Who tried to kill Troy?” Maggie raised her eyebrows. “No, Jake, I wouldn’t have a problem with it at all, and I don’t think a lot of people here would, either. They’re the reason Charlene is dead-”
“Charlene was attacked by-”
“I know what she was attacked by, Jake, and she never would have been out there in the first place if they hadn’t shot at the helicopter,” Maggie shook her head, taking a step backwards. “If they come here, if they come to attack us, I’ll be ready.”
“It’s not going to come to that,” Jake told her. “I’m going to talk to them, if I leave now I should be back in a day or two and-”
“Wait, what?” Maggie asked, her hand reaching out as she wrapped her fingers around Jake’s wrist to stop him from turning away from her. “No, you’re not going out there.”
Jake raised his eyebrows. “You hook up with Troy a couple times and suddenly you think you have a say in what I can and can’t do?”
Maggie’s nostrils flared in anger. “Enough of the digs, okay? You don’t know a thing about what’s going on between Troy and I, and I don’t particularly like whatever it is you’re insinuating. I care about him. That doesn’t change who I am, it doesn’t change who I am to you, does it?” she asked. “It doesn’t change the fact that you and I are friends, or at least it shouldn’t do. It definitely doesn’t change the fact that I am going to tell you when I think you’re being an idiot, Jake, and now is one of those times.”
Jake looked down, sighing softly. “I’m sorry,” he apologised. “Whatever I say about you and Troy… I’m just trying to come to terms with it. It was a surprise, finding out the way I did. I thought you would have told me something like that.”
“Oh, yeah,” Maggie scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “’Hey Jake, thanks for showing me how to load that rifle! By the way, did you know I’m sleeping with your brother?’. I’m sure that would have gone down swimmingly.”
“Maybe not,” Jake snorted, pausing before he turned serious again, refusing to meet her gaze. “I have to do this, Maggie. I have to talk to Walker. I can stop this, I can stop whatever kind of war he’s going to start.”
“You don’t have-”
“It’s the only way I can keep you safe,” he interrupted, lifting his head up to look at her. “I can make some kind of deal with him and even- even if he does come, I can… I can do something, offer him something so no harm comes to you.”
“Jake…” Maggie trailed off, taking a step towards him and lifting her hand to his cheek. “You don’t need to do this. I can take care of myself. I know you promised Charlene, but-”
“You think I’m doing this because of Charlene?” Jake asked with a frown as Maggie’s hand dropped from his face and she shrugged weakly. “…You really don’t know, do you?” he asked in disbelief, and Maggie stared up at him in confusion. “God, Maggie, I- I love you.”
“Wha- I-”
“No, don’t,” Jake put a finger against her lips. “Don’t, it’s okay. I know you don’t, that’s why I didn’t say anything, but… Maggie, I have for a while. Even before Charlene died, I’ve had these… these feelings and- I never said anything because you were her sister, y’know? And she wouldn’t have been okay with it and maybe a part of me even saw you and Troy getting closer, but… I love you, Maggie. And I have to do everything I can to protect you, to protect this ranch and keep us safe. That’s why I have to go. You understand that, right?”
Maggie blinked up at him, his words taking their time to register in her mind and before she even knew what was happening, Jake had pulled her towards him and lips were on hers.
It was different than kissing Troy.
Jake’s lips were softer, his touch was gentle and more hesitant than Troy’s, almost like he was afraid she would pull away from him. It made her feel… different. It made her feel.
Troy’s kisses lit a fire inside her and she knew whenever he kissed her that it would lead to something else. It always did. They never just made out, as childish as it sounded, and as first Maggie hadn’t cared. Whatever she and Troy were, it was just sex. She knew that. The whole thing between them had started because she simply wanted to feel something, something other than the dull ache in her chest whenever she thought of her father, something better than the numbness that had settled over her and made itself at home since she had found out her sister wasn’t coming home. Troy had made that go away, even if was just for an hour or two.
But Jake… Jake’s kisses were a whole lot different.
Warmth flooded through Maggie’s veins as his lips moved against his and he wrapped an arm around her waist as she clutched the front of his t-shirt. They had practically melted against one another, as though they were two halves of one whole, but she still wanted to get closer to him and she could feel butterflies filling her stomach.
But it was guilt that she felt most, and that realisation made her eyes snap open as she pushed Jake away from her, both of them breathing heavily as Maggie stumbled backwards and brought her hand to her mouth, the tips of her fingers touching her lips softly.
Her lips were tingling.
“Maggie… I-”
“Don’t,” she held a hand up as he took a step towards her and she automatically took one back. “Just… don’t.”
“Maggie? You in here?”
She froze as Troy’s voice drifted up the stairs and she heard the front door close behind him as she shot a panicked look towards Jake.
“You don’t have to talk to him if-”
“I’m up here!” she called back before she could stop herself, running her hands through her hair as she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. He appeared in the doorway of Jake’s room, a frown on his face as he leaned he looked between the two of them.
Jake turned his back on his brother almost immediately, while Maggie shifted uncomfortably and tucked her hair behind her ear and she refused to meet Troy’s gaze.
“…Can I talk to you?” he asked, and Maggie’s eyes darted between the two brothers.
“Uh-…”
“In private?” Troy interrupted, casting a glance towards his older brother.
“Uhm, o-okay,” she stuttered, smiling weakly and taking a step towards him. “I… I guess I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah,” Jake muttered. “Hey, Maggie?” he called and she stopped just before she left his room, Troy pausing ahead of her as he raised his eyebrows at his brother. Jake glared at him for a second, before his expression softened as he turned his attention back to Maggie. “…Be careful.”
Smiling weakly, Maggie ignored Troy’s scoff and shrugged her shoulders as she stepped out of the room.
“I always am.”
#ocappreciation#allaboutocs#troy otto#jake otto#troy otto x oc#jake otto x oc#fear the walking dead#fic: breakdown#maggie daley#maggiextroy#maggiexjake#is anyone would like more please let me know!!#maybe even send some requests about what you want to see???#endlesslistofocs#i know this is mainly maggie x jake but i think i've got another (shorter) troy one planned too
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