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15 questions for 15 friends
Tagged by @steveybucky! 😘
Are you named after anyone? from what I'm told, my mother was going through a french phase and loved the name jacqueline so, here I be! though extra lore nobody asked for: because it's got so many letters, I typically go by jacqui unless it's a ~fancy official thing or I'm in trouble, hah
When was the last time you cried? it would probably be easier to ask me when I'm not crying (anxiety club cardholder)
Do you have kids? nada! I am not parental material, but I do enjoy being the fun cool aunt to three nephews
What sports do you play/have you played? uh, bench warmer if we're being literal about it I don't think I was ever picked for a team willingly a day in my life I am both short and require glasses to see anything long distance - but! I was more interested in drama and books anyway so y'know battles, pick 'em.
Do you use sarcasm? frequently and with flourish!
What’s the first thing you notice about people? I'm actually a big one for vibes, I tend to gravitate toward the folks who put out the chill, easy going vibes. I'm very cerebral by nature, I live in my head so anybody who wants or digs conversations is also a big drawcard for me, I dunno! I like nice people who are funny and a bit different and aren't terribly concerned about what the masses are doing (idk hashtag just aquarius things I suppose) but also - hands! love expressive talkers, love hands. People with big smiles and the ability to poke a bit of good natured fun at themselves and the craziness of the world.
What’s your eye color? blue!
Scary movies or happy endings? oh ya girl is a sap so give me a happy ending every time, although points if it's a scary movie with some sort of happy(ish) ending
Any talents? hm, I guess I can string a coherent sentence together! I used to really enjoy acting in drama class, does making people laugh count as a talent? I like making people feel good I suppose, I'm the biggest cheerleader for people I'm close with
Where were you born? ACT, Australia
What are your hobbies? reading, wasting hours on the internet, RPing, sometimes graphic design/website design (just for funsies), writing, cross stitch
Do you have any pets? I wish I did! can't really have them where I'm renting atm so I yearn and admire all the neighborhood cats
How tall are you? what is height? is it nice? 5'3 repping for the shorties club here
Favorite subject in school? we had a subject called literature which was my absolute jam since it meant spending time studying all my favorite authors
Dream job? well I always wanted to be a writer, or an actor possibly but my anxiety said lmao no to the latter and the former I suppose I am in the way everybody who writes is a writer, just y'know, not so much in the way that it pays my bills
do I even know 15 people stress free tag (this is just a list of people I think are neat):
@toniestank @obiwho @meidui @yourbuckies @sparkagrace @musette22 @somanywords @maplefiasco @cable-knit-sweater @voylitscope @vivelarevolution13 @fandomfluffandfuck @dharmasharks @rillils
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PART 8 ITS TIME TO FINALLY TALK ABOUT KENSHI LOSING HIS EYES !!!
Originally I was going to do my usual analysis style for this scene but I mean we’ve all seen it- I don’t think there’s a whole lot I can say that hasn’t been said already (I will almost definitely do it anyways later) so instead I want to take this time to draw comparisons between this scene and a scene of Jacqui and Takeda from MKX.
Takeda x Jacqui: When the Kombat kids are teamed up against Kotal, Erron Black, Ermac and Reptile, Takeda notices Reptile attempt to apprehend Jacqui and immediately warns her. Unfortunately this leads to Reptile spitting venom directly into his eyes, temporarily blinding him (like father like son). Jacqui then overpowers Reptile and is the one to wash the acid out of Takedas eyes, which is followed by a tender moment between the two- they’re surrounded by hell and yet they find the time to be alone and (canonically) fall in love.
Kenshi x Johnny: when attempting to free Mileena from Shang Tsung, Mileenas Tarkat takes over and causes Kenshi to call Johnny over for help (who’s eager to do so). The two play hot potato with her for a while until she eventually overpowers the two and stabs Kenshis eyes out. When Syzoth offers medicine later, Johnny is the one to apply it to Kenshi and relieve his “excruciating” pain. Again, though surrounded by hell, they find the time to be alone together (this is the second time now) and share an intimate moment (they’re literally locked in a cell with two other people and still Johnny made the application process so personal and ugghhhhh). This is a major turning point for their relationship so I’ll talk more about it later but just know I am excited to get into this!!!
Anyways I hadn’t seen anybody point this out yet! Maybe it’s bc they kinda abandoned the Takeda x Jacqui subplot so people just forgot about it but I really liked them !
#I change my mind I actually have a million more things to say about this scene later#sorry this one isn’t as in depth lol#mortal kombat#mk1#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#johnshi#johnny x kenshi#takeda takahashi#jacqui briggs#takeda x jacqui#jacqui x takeda#god I love parallels#i’m so normal about them#navi rambles about johnshi
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Redoing it again (for longer this time).
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 11#mk11#mkx#kombat kids#cassie cage#jacqui briggs#takeda takahashi#takeda#kung jin#genshin impact#autism ramblings#poll#tumblr polls
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I've been reading a lot of anti psychiatry works and honestly I agree with a lot of them too. I know psychiatry and psychology are important but it's also important to listen to the people you're studying! It's all very interesting.
exactly!! i took a clinical psych module this term and interestingly a lot of it has actually been about the flaws of clinical psych and the harm it can do. while psychiatry and diagnosis can be very useful for some people it can also be very harmful! like most things, its very nuanced and different for every person!! different people also feel very strongly about it and you're right, its so important to listen to what people from both sides have to say!
#honestly why i had to withhold from derailing a post#it was people arguing for both side and essentially saying the other person was wrong#but the thing is they where both right#they both had very valid points in their arguments#if you're intrested in learning about why psych can be harmul to some i highly recommend looking up jacqui dillion#shes an expert from experince and her whole campaign is rly intresting#you can watch her lectures on yt as well! she came to my uni to talk about it she was great#i can't say i agree with everything she says but its a good and rly important perspective to consider#ramblings#opening letters
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the Kombat Kids but theyre a polycule
(plus headcanons bc yes)
Cassie : she/they/any - genderfuck enby lesbian, fem - dating jacqui
Jacqui : he/she - transmasc bigender achillean, neu/butch - dating takeda and cassie
Takeda : he/they/xe - transmasc gay, neu - dating jacqui and kung jin
Kung Jin : he/him - intersex transmasc gay, masc - dating takeda
#mortal kombat#autism ramblings#cassie cage#jacqui briggs#takeda takahashi#kung jin#lgbtq#polyamory#queer#headcanons#polycule
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someone tell me why Neptune by sleeping at last was written perfectly for jacquie
#bri rambles#sleeping at last#oc: jacquie#'if brokenness is a form of art: I must be a poster child prodigy'#was written with jacquie in mind I swear#wip: shades of grey
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I don’t know how to look at someone and not be looking for my future - marriage, kids, etc.
I don’t know how to just see someone I can have fun with until the day I suddenly look at them and realize I want them to be my future
I’ve never been good at living for the present, not actively wanting what I’ve always wanted
It feels like a cruel twist of fate, the saying “it comes when you’re not looking for it”
Because I’m always looking for it
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fic writers: 2, 5, 6, 12, 46
Here we go!
2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?
-> Angst (Ha!)
-> Smut (Well, yeah).
-> Tumblr Prompt (haven't gotten one of those for a while).
Angst. Smut. Tumblr Prompts. Yep... absolutely reflect my writing style. (For reference, the rest of them were 'Alternate Universe'/ 'Alternate Universe: Stripper/Exotic Dancer'/ Dubious Consent/ Plot What Plot/ Humor).
5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!
You didn't specify which fic you're asking about. So... uh... I don't know. Like, I'm always ready and willing to discuss my fics. People just need to ask away. Send me an ask on tumblr. Comment on the fic itself. Send me an email. Message me... whatever. I am the easiest person to approach, honestly.
6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?
Again, you never specified a fic.
Imma gonna go D5 (Deep Deep Down Where the Darkness Dwells, but honestly, who's gonna type that out all the time? D5 it is. I really wanted to find a place to explore a scene that I want to add, but there just hasn't been room/ a time/ a place for it. It would disrupt the flow of it. But I can picture the scene. It would be more of a flashback regarding Elliot's past... but the flashbacks belong to Olivia's trauma.
I am planning to bring it up, more in conversation style, it's just... I can PICTURE IT, it's a very strong scene in my head.
12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?
Not that I am aware? I'm actually fairly open to writing things and have explored a lot of things outside my comfort zone when prompted, but I don't have any strong dislikes for tropes... at least not that I have changed my mind about.
I don't really read cheating fics. I don't tend to read pregnancy/baby fics (which are different from fics which HAVE pregnancy and babies in them, but really revolve around other things), or alpha/omega, or like... twee AUs like "they're all in high school and every character no matter where and how their ages lie in canon are all in the same year level"... or "basically the same, but the character defining bad thing didn't happen, so they're all happy and fluffy". I don't enjoy things that erase canon.
I take my fics to weird/extreme places, but I start them in canon and cleave to the canon closely. At least what is canon up to that point.
None of these have really changed, tbh.
In the opposite direction, I guess, I used to be a fan of, like, teacher/student fics when I was much younger, but I have really gone off that trope the more I have learned about it and the older that I get.
46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?
I used to handwrite my fics. I have pages and pages of handwritten stuff in old notebooks from my uni days. It flowed so well from ink to paper, it helped my brain I think. Maybe I should try and start doing that again?
But right now I pretty much exclusively type on my computer. I need a keyboard and a screen (and a word processor type program).
A phone? Which psycho is out there writing fic on their phone? omg.
I mean, maybe somebody could... but not me. I could never write an 18,000 word chapter on a fuckingi phone screen. That's insane.
Because I use my laptop, I mostly write fic in my house, in my loungeroom, on my work desk, sometimes on the beanbag. Rarely watching TV, usually with music on. Although, sometimes I can half watch/ half write. But if I really need to concentrate, then it's music.
When I was handwriting, I used to write on the train all the time... or even at work when I had a spare moment. Wherever I could, really. I can't say whether or not if affected my fic, but I was awfully more prolific. I could update in a matter of days, rather than weeks. Same amount of words per chapter, too.
To be fair, let's not blame the handwriting/typing, train/work/home ambience 100%. It's been a decade and a half, lots of things have changed, including my mental health and physical health.
Cool quesitons, @dahllaz.
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wwcon pls actually make sure the actresses yall say are gonna be there.. are going to actually be there..
#i’m being tanaconned by them currently#sorry i keep talking about it i’m sad#i called jacquie subbing in for atko thou#sorry but i am in fact insane enough to save up for a sporadic trip to the uk solely for this idc#jocelyn rambles
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Some Takahashi family (Kenshi, Suchin, and Takeda) headcanons because they are genuinely haunting me
Takeda actually has the worst resting bitch face out of the kombat kids (it's a combination of Kenshi's and Suchin's aka horrifying). He constantly raises his eyebrows (same thing Suchin did) to soften it. Sometimes he relaxes his face and freaks everyone out. Likes to do it for comedic effect.
Because of her paranoia Suchin never kept pictures of herself or people she cared about as to “not leave a trail”. Every time Takeda would come home with school photos they made a tradition of burning them (only photos, she kept his drawings and stuff 😭).
All three of them snore, badly.
Suchin and Kenshi both sent what they thought were obvious signals of attraction but they went over each others heads because their methods were so different.
When Kenshi started talking to Takeda after mkx he was shocked to hear how much Suchin toned down her personality, because the Suchin he knew was the definition of loud, crude, and energetic (calm when need be but not to the extent Takeda described).
Then Takeda mentioned the times she slipped up and Kenshi had that “there she is” moment.
Takeda, without realizing it, internalized a lot of Suchin’s traits. Granted he’s more polite than she ever was but all those paranoid habits Suchin taught him never really left.
Suchin’s favorite song is “Short Dick Man” by Gillette. She infected Kenshi’s music taste with hers.
People constantly compare Takeda to Kenshi but every time Kenshi is around him he sees no one but Suchin in him. The way he rambles, the jokes he makes, the way he’s constantly gaging possible dangers, the list goes on. Sento doesn’t allow him to make out the features of his face, but he knows he looks like her too.
Kenshi is really clingy. Never in public but behind closed doors he’s practically hanging off Suchin, cuddling her, holding her hand, hugging her, talking to her, or just straight up watching her in silence.
More on that- if Kenshi actually got to raise Takeda he’d be one of those parents that picked up their kid whenever they cried and Takeda (who is already clingy) weaponized the shit out of it at the ripe age of infant.
I also think that if Kenshi raised Takeda, Jax would be less apprehensive about letting him date Jacqui. But if Suchin was still in the mix he’d be more apprehensive because Hanzo at least had some restraint when raising him, Suchin would encourage him. (“If I were you I’d kill that guy, he deserves it.” “Suchin.” “Not now Kenshi- I’m spreading wisdom.”)
#I love these stupid stupid idiots#I’m literally fixating on them it’s bad#I’m drafting up character bios for these three in my au#takeda takahashi#suchin#kenshi takahashi#kensuchin#kenshi x suchin#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x#mkx#mortal kombat headcanons
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Every other day I think about how your pal, your buddy, your Bucky and I know how much Barnes means to you were both lines uttered in one Marvel movie by other characters to Steve about his relationship with and feelings toward Bucky and need to lay face down on the floor for a while.
There's something in particular about the scene with Rumlow, we know he's being provocative and deliberately looking to press Steve's buttons in order to distract him long enough to do what he plans to do but it's the simple fact for me that Rumlow knows (he was there!) that if he brings up Bucky specifically and the fact that Bucky was actively distressed after the mission because he was recovering memories of Steve and their lives together that kills me.
Try and tell me again it's not a love story, Marvel. >:((((
#otp: but i knew him#jacqui rambles#on my soap box about ca: civil war again#by whatever means you want to define love that's what it is between steve and bucky#that kind of devotion is rare
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Desert Rose
Chapter 8 ~ Panic Room
✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose
✧ Era : Season 1
✧ Word Count : 4.2k
In this chapter ~ When the group pushed even harder for answers about the outbreak as a whole, Jenner gives them the harsh and ugly truth. One that they clearly weren't expecting to hear. But the man didn't stop there as they were all suddenly locked inside the large building, the entire thing going into self-destruct mode. It left all of them terrified, wondering if there was any way out of the danger they seemed to walk right into.
"Give me a playback of TS-19." Jenner commanded out loud as he walked into the large room.
Our footsteps echoed around the giant space, filled with lines and lines of computers and a giant screen in the middle of the back wall on full display. Everything in here looked expensive and new, like there were many doctors and smart people in here at one point trying to do everything they could when the outbreak hit. I didn't miss the mess that lingered in different places when people obviously began to panic, not knowing how the hell to stop this or what exactly it was. But I hoped that after Jenner stayed here for months, maybe he had come up with some sort of answer.
Suddenly, seconds after Jenner spoke, there was video feedback of different 3-D views of human skulls on the giant screen right in front of us.
"Is that a brain?" Carl asks from beside his mother.
Jenner nodded, "An extraordinary one. Take us in for E.I.V."
The screen then showed the brain having all of these different little blue lights, glowing and flickering in every direction. The stemmed from the front and all the way around to the back, the mind itself looking alive right in front of our eyes. Jenner began to explain to all of us that the lights we see are a person's life, all of their experiences, basically all of the different things that make you unique. But I didn't miss his change in tone when he informed us that the person we were seeing had been bitten, and agreed to have all of this recorded and watched by others for learning purposes.
My eyes stayed firmly on the screen as the man rambled on and on it seemed like, nearly tuning him out as I watched all the once bright blue lights, slowly dim with each passing second. Though it only got faster once Jenner commanded the computer to fast forward through the footage, watching as the person slowly lost their life right before our very eyes. The brain then became completely dark as the person stopped moving, fast forwarding even further when something unexpected happened.
Once the person essentially came back to life, red lights suddenly appeared instead in only a certain part of the brain now. Showing all of us what happened to you after you turn is far worse than what we could even imagine.
"It restarts the brain?" Lori asked.
"You tell me." he replies as he gestured to the screen, watching us take it all in like he had probably done many times in the past, studying over every movement time and time again.
"It's not like before, most of that brain is dark." Rick states.
Jenner then says, "Dark, lifeless, dead. The frontal lobe, the neocortex, the human part, that doesn't come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct."
The screen then previews something suddenly hitting the brain right in the middle, before it all goes black again and the person stops moving completely.
"God. What was that?" Carol asked in shock.
My eyes scanned the person's entire head, looking at the object that was now lodged in the center, "He shot his patient in the head." I assumed, "Didn't you?"
He didn't answer me as he powered down the screen with the press of a button, clearly not wanting to relive the moment. There was something suddenly suspicious about the things he was dancing around, almost purposefully not answering.
"You have no idea what this is do you?" Andrea asked.
Jenner sighed, "It could be microbial, vial, parasitic, fungal."
"Or the wrath of God." Jacqui said under her breath.
"There is that." Jenner said before proceeding to tell us that he truly didn't have the answers we were looking for. He was almost just as clueless about this as any of us are, not having near as many answers as he wished. That only made me wonder what the hell he was doing these past few months if he wasn't trying to figure out what all this shit was. Was he just sitting on his ass in his fancy building, waiting for someone to come knocking and save him? I truly wanted to know.
"Man, I wanna get shitfaced drunk after this." Daryl muttered close to me.
I just nodded my head in response, not taking my eyes off the man as he continued talking, though I couldn't bring myself to pay attention. Coming here only seemed absolutely hopeless now knowing everything. We couldn't save Jim, and we would never know what all of this is, what it would all lead to in the future. The information he gave us was practically useless.
"Jenner, I know this has been taxing you and I hate to ask one more question, but that clock, it's counting down. What happens at zero?" Dale suddenly asked, bringing all of our attention to the big red numbers ticking to our left.
The man grew silent for a moment, shifting from side to side as he visibly grew uncomfortable, "The...basement generators run out of fuel...the power runs out." he eventually explained vaguely.
"And then?" I asked.
Jenner ignored me again. Dick. Before starting to just walk out of the room as if the conversation was anywhere near done.
"VI what happens when the power runs out?" Rick asked the computer.
"When the power runs out, facility–wide decontamination will occur." VI responded, a robotic voice coming through the speakers.
We all looked around at each other in slight confusion, not really knowing what that meant and Jenner was already too far gone to explain any of it. Almost as if he didn't want us to know. That alone caught the attention of a few of the guys as they began to quickly leave the room to figure out what the hell was going on, down towards the basement like Jenner mentioned. Daryl was about to leave my side to follow them out, but turned back to me almost as if he forgot something.
"Grab your stuff, get ready to leave." he told me urgently.
I nodded absentmindedly as I watched him turn around again to leave, before rushing in the other direction to head back towards the many lined up rooms. The door practically flew open with the amount of force I used, not wasting anymore time as I gathered the rest of my things, the books that I had picked out, and a few bottles of water that were scattered around the space. I fucking knew that something bad was going to happen, I should've bet on it. Something had been off since the beginning and I didn't say a damn thing about it, how could I have let this just fly over my head like that without taking it more seriously.
I seemed to pause mid step as I frantically walked around the room as the power went out in a split second, leaving me in the dark, and I didn't hesitate to pick up my pace. I blindly hauled the rest of my stuff over my shoulders and grabbed Daryl's bag along with his crossbow and quickly made it back out of the space.
By the time I rushed back into the giant room we were huddled in, everyone had come back and started hounding Jenner with question after question, all of them he seemed to be avoiding. I fully walked into the area hesitantly upon the scene and I saw Daryl's shoulders relax the second he saw me again, his brows still furrowed in concern.
He then rushed over to me rather quickly, "What the hell took ya so long?" he asked, his tone blunt and angry.
I stood there for a second before handing him his things, "Sorry?" I asked in disbelief.
It hit him then what he sounded like and he quickly shook his head, "I-...sorry, I'm just..." he trailed off, not knowing how to describe the obvious fear he was feeling.
But I understood what he was saying without even having to hear it, nodding to him as he didn't need to finish his thought for me to know. I myself was feeling the same way as I tried to calm my nerves, disregarding all the many things that could go wrong in here even though they might've been true.
For every question that Jenner was avoiding, the harder it was for me to remain calm. There was a conversation happening in front of Daryl and I that he seemed to be listening intently to, but I wasn't. I couldn't. I just tried to focus on my breathing, my heartbeat growing loud in my ears as I was trying to not completely freak out. Panic attacks weren't a new thing to me, but I definitely would rather die than have one in front of a crowd of people.
Then Rick suddenly snapped when he wasn't getting anywhere with Jenner, "Everyone grab your things, we're getting out of here now!" he yelled.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I instantly started to walk out on instinct along with everyone else, but a sudden alarm began blaring loudly the second we moved it seemed like, and the door slammed shut right in front of my face, locking us in. Okay if I thought I was feeling claustrophobic before, then what the hell was I feeling now?
"Did you just lock us in? Guys he just locked us in!" Glenn shouted in panic.
"Yeah, no shit." I muttered in disbelief, my eyes wide as I scanned the thick metal door in front of me.
My breathing started to become heavier after Glenn said that, making the situation only more real and far worse, and Daryl quickly took notice from my right. He suddenly whipped around to the man responsible and ran up to him in a split second, "You son of a bitch! You locked us in here!" he screamed.
He tried to tackle the man but Rick and Shane stopped him by pulling him back harshly by the arms. I dropped my backpack to the ground absentmindedly, starting to walk back and forth in the giant room that only seemed to be getting smaller, trying to steady my racing heart but nothing seemed to be working. We were really trapped in here, with a timer counting down the minutes to God only knows what.
Glenn quickly seemed to watch me frantically moving back and forth from right next to him and gently grabbed me so I would come to a stop, pulling me into him in attempts to calm me down. But it only seemed to make things worse, feeling his arms shaking around me only proving just how scared he was too. How nervous we all seemed to be of the unknown.
It was then Jenner started to yell, having been fed up with the many voices demanding him for answers and the people beginning to attack him every two seconds. The serious man finally reached his breaking point just as he pushed us to ours.
"Do you know what this place is?!" he snapped, "We protected the public from very nasty stuff! Weaponized smallpox! Ebola strains that could wipe out half the country! Stuff you don't want getting out! Ever!"
We were all left to a stunned silence at his outburst, watching as he took a breath and sat back down in his chair, leaving the painful silence all around us. Daryl's eye seemed to catch with mine from across the room and gave me a look I had never seen from him before whilst I was still slightly shaking in Glenn's arms, hating the idea of being trapped.
Jenner then continued, "In the event of a catastrophic power failure in a terrorist attack, for example, H.I.T.S are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out."
"H.I.T.S?" Rick questioned.
Jenner glanced at him, "VI, define." he commanded.
"H.I.T.S- High-impulse thermobaric fuel-air explosives consist of a two stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast heat wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive."
I froze. All I could hear in that moment was Glenn's quickened heartbeat, Carol and Sophia holding each other sobbing, and the rest of the men getting very angry as if it was the only emotion they knew how to feel. Not only were we left trapped in here, but we were also going to die. We were all going to die without even having really lived, and he just seemed to brush past it without a care in the world. Not even considering to bring it to any of our attention before this, and I couldn't have been more angry with him.
Before I knew what was happening Daryl and Shane brushed past us in a hurry, trying to break the door open by hitting it repeatedly with axes they had somehow found along the way. I slightly pushed away from Glenn to walk over towards Jenner to try and hear anything other than ringing in my ears. But I didn't get very far as I felt someone suddenly hug me from around my waist and I looked down to see Carl holding onto me tightly. He was still crying profusely, and I quickly got down on my knees to hug him in return, trying to offer him some type of support as his fear must've been petrifying.
This isn't the way it should go. I felt utterly hopeless, I knew we wouldn't be getting out of here unless Jenner decided so, and by the looks of it he wasn't budging. Even with Rick kept trying to convince him every passing second.
"Can't make a dent." Shane said breathlessly to all of us as he took a break from trying to tear down the door.
"Those doors are designed to withstand a rocket launcher." Jenner informed.
"Well you're head ain't!" Daryl yelled while coming at Jenner with an axe, Shane and Rick having to step in once more to stop him again from doing anything rash.
If we weren't about to die, I probably would've laughed at his witty comeback, but Carl's quiet sobs reminded me of the state of the situation and now was not the time. I continued to rub his back reassuringly to try and calm him somehow as I watched the scene unfold in front of me over his shoulders.
Jenner kept trying to convince all of us that this was for the best, and there would be no pain when we all die in here together. But the truth was I didn't want to die, not now, nor did I want anyone else in here to have the same exact fate. And clearly we all were in firm agreement with how much everyone was losing their shit. Reacting in different ways to Jenner's psychotic behavior, anger, sadness, and panic, yet it was all completely the same. Fear. It always seemed to come back didn't it?
Lori came up to me to take Carl back into her arms and just held him for our last few moments while she finally let her own tears fall, realizing it was all hopeless. But Rick clearly wasn't ready to give up. I watched him pick apart the man, digging down as deep as he could to try and convince him to just let us make our own decision on this. That we all deserved a right to choose what we wanted our fate to be instead of it being forced upon us like this. That maybe there was still some hope out there for us to find.
And then suddenly, he broke. The man didn't say a word, not a single word as he silently walked over to a control panel, typing in a few numbers that sent the metal door flying open. Daryl, who was still trying to break through, nearly ate shit when it opened quickly as he still swung the weapon over and over again. But he recovered fast as he whipped around to grab his stuff from off the ground.
"Come on!" he yelled to the rest of us.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding once it hit me that it was real. He was letting us go. My legs had never moved so fast as I sprinted towards the door, grabbing my things along the way and making sure everyone else made it through the door before me as I pushed them through to the other side.
But I quickly noticed as I looked back that Jaqui and Andrea were staying behind with Jenner, leaving Dale shocked beyond repair. He wanted to save her, I could tell by his eyes how much he cared for her, but he knew there was nothing he could do to convince her, so he stayed too. The sight alone caused my mouth to drop at how many people we seemed to be losing, one after another. Each of them fell just like dominos.
My eyes wouldn't pull away from them, wanting them to come with us but knowing I couldn't do or say anything to change their minds. After all, what could I say? They thought their chance of surviving out there was slim, and they were terrified of walkers potentially tearing them to shreds, that's not how they wanted to go. And as much as it might've pained me, I could also understand that too.
Heavy footsteps from behind me were slapping loudly on the ground below, approaching me in record speed but I ignored it for a second, wanting to get one last look at their faces before I made my own decision too.
"Hey, come on, let's go." Daryl said from right behind my head while grabbing my sleeve to pull me along.
I looked at him with a twinge of sadness in my eyes, but nodded and followed him out the door towards the main entrance, not looking back.
The two of us flew towards the front doors where everyone else was waiting, watching from a distance as some of the guys were trying to break the windows with axes and any other type of weapon they could find. I recalled Jenner saying something about not being able to open the front doors again, but it's not like any of us minded that. Where there's a will, there's a way.
But nothing was working as they continued to struggle, the glass being too thick to cut through easily, that is until Carol approached Rick as she dug through her bag, "I think I have something that will help." she said.
"Carol, I don't think a nail file is gonna do it." Shane said in frustration.
I blinked. Really?
She ignored him, "Back at camp when I was washing your clothes, I found this in your pocket." she said as she pulled out a grenade with shaking hands.
My eyes widened at the random object. Yeah, I think that'll do it.
Rick then took it from her and told everyone to get down once he placed it by the window. I ducked and covered the back of my neck with my hands when, at the last minute, I felt another body covering mine. Once the window shattered, I looked up to see it was Daryl and he quickly grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out the window as fast as possible with everyone following close behind.
We all took down as many walkers as we could as we made our way back to the cars quickly, breathing heavily with adrenaline coursing through our bodies. I got into the passenger side of the truck and slammed the door shut, Daryl's movements only mirroring mine as he didn't waste a single second before getting in too. I found myself looking back at the building once more, just in time to see Andrea and Dale making it out of the window at the last minute and diving to take cover right before the explosion.
I ducked down in anticipation to shield myself once again, only seconds away from the ignited fire before it rang out loudly in my ears. I felt the heat of the explosion blow in our direction along with the smoke that came after that, perishing whatever was left inside. Daryl sat up after a few seconds of silence had passed and I got up slowly after him looking to see Andrea and Dale quickly making their way into the RV, with the building burning behind them.
I sat there in shock, trying to process everything that went down in the last thirty minutes. It all seemed to happen so fast.
"Hey, ya okay?" Daryl asked once he collected his own thoughts.
I didn't look at him, but I nodded my head to show that I heard him, even if my answer was far from the truth. But then I felt his hand, slowly and hesitantly falling on my shoulder as if he was scared to touch me.
"Look at me." he said in a soft voice.
My eyes moved over to him slowly to make sure I wasn't just imagining things. Seeing him worried and speaking in such a soft tone was a weird new thing to experience, almost weirder than what we just went through seconds ago. He was being so genuine it seemed unnatural...but not in a bad way.
"I'm okay." I finally muttered.
I didn't think he believed me, not for a second, but before he could protest more the cars in front of us started to move, leaving him not much of a choice as he quickly started up the vehicle to follow. I sat completely still while we drove in silence, just thinking. I didn't want Jacqui to stay, leaving someone behind for dead was something I never thought we'd do. But I tried to tell myself that she was at peace and wouldn't suffer in this cruel world anymore.
We had been driving for hours and I could tell that the sun would start setting soon enough and we would have to find somewhere to stay for the night. It frustrated me slightly that we had to start all over with finding a safe place to stay, although I didn't have a lot of faith in the CDC, it still would've been nice to hole up there for a little while. Better than mindlessly wandering place after place only to be left with nothing we could rely on.
"Did ya wanna stay?" Daryl suddenly asked.
Although I barely heard the question fall from his lips because it was more of a whisper, yet I was still taken off guard at his question. Was that what he thought I wanted? I didn't want him or anyone to think I wanted to stay merely because I stopped for a moment to look at the others. I wanted to save them, but I didn't want to join them.
I quickly answered him, "God no..." I breathed shakily, "No...I didn't."
He looked over at me, trying to see if I was lying to him, "Then why did I have to pull ya outta there?"
"You didn't have to pull me out of there, I just-," I stopped myself to figure out how to phrase what I wanted to say, "I...almost wanted to take one last look at the others. It was the last time we were ever going to see Jacqui." I said.
He remained silent for a while after that. I began to think that my explanation was just stupid to him since he didn't utter another word, but it was true. I didn't want to just forget about her or forget her face, so I stayed for a few seconds longer because it was somewhat important to me.
"Don't do that shit" he suddenly spoke after a few minutes of awkward silence.
I turned to him in confusion, "Do what shit?" I asked.
"Don't scare me like that" he responded.
My eyebrows raised in slight shock. Scare him? The man that wasn't afraid of anything, not scared to tear someone's head off or take out an army of walkers before him. But I scared him? I almost didn't think I heard him right. "Sorry." I said simply, a smile creeping to my face.
He returned the smile and turned back to the road, "S' fine." he muttered.
"Why do you care?" I found myself asking.
He only looked at me with a blank expression, so I clarified, "I mean you don't know me that well at all...why does it matter to you if I wanted to stay or not?"
His eyes focused back on the road, and he started to chew on his bottom lip slightly while his mind was elsewhere. It didn't seem like that deep of a question but he sure as hell was taking his time thinking about it.
"Well, if yer part of the group now...means I gotta watch yer ass just like everyone else." he said with annoyance clear in his voice.
My heart sank a little at his words, but what did I expect? I guess I was a little flattered when he said that I had scared him, and maybe there was a part of me that thought about what it would be like if I was a little more important to him. I'm not a saint, okay? It crossed my mind. But clearly that wasn't the case.
I didn't say another word in response to that because I truly didn't know what else to say, only moving to press play on the Metallica cd that we listened to yesterday and began to stare out the window, trying to think about something else. I wanted the CDC to be a distant memory and nothing more, but the questioned remained as I watched the city get smaller and smaller. Where the hell do we go from here?
~ Thanks for reading!
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(A question i suddenly had this morning.)
#cassie cage#jacqui briggs#takeda takahashi#takeda#kung jin#frost#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 11#mk11#mkx#poll#tumblr polls#genshin impact#autism ramblings
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More Frosty the Kombat Kid ideas that have been bouncing around my head.
Shout out to @running-with-the-feels for getting this au wormed into my head.
Jacqui, Frost, and Takeda can often be found ramblings on and talking tech as the other two just sit there not understanding a word coming out of their friend’s mouth.
Cassie fell first but Frost fell harder, on her face, and down three flights of stairs.
Both Frost and Takeda share the same relationship with sleep as the men that raised them: constantly needing to be reminded that they need it to function as normal human beings.
Kung Jin gets a tad depressed once Cassie and Frost start dating because now everyone in their group spends their time off doing couples things, leaving him behind and alone. It’s Johnny that reassures him that he is the group’s touchstone. The person there to ground the others when everything else in life becomes too much. This is confirmed not two minutes later when Cassie bursts through the door saying they need him to settle a dispute over who has the better aim, her or him (Frost says it’s Jin) and Jacqui asking if he could maybe have a word with Takeda because he’s getting trapped in his own head again and it’s making him a bit of a worry wort.
At first Frost had very little patience for her teammates shenanigans but over time she has grown more, maybe not fond, but tolerant of their hijinks.
Frost once kept Takeda up all night ranting about Cassie which caused him to snap. He had been up for 32 hours at that point and he was just done. Kiss her or kill her, he did not care what Frost chose just leave him alone damnit, it’s 3AM!
No one talks about the Fiji mission. Not because the whole thing went FUBAR, that was no secret, but because it has become something of a game to see how long they can keep the details a secret from Jax.
The only people within the Special Forces (outside of the team of course) that Frost has any respect for are Sonya, Jax, and Kenshi. The rest have not earned it.
Going out with the team is always a culture shock to Frost. She’s never had anything that could even remotely resemble something of a normal life so even things as small as a shopping trip or a double date are completely foreign concepts to her.
Large crowds are not her thing. Too many people. Too many potential threats.
Frost and Takeda have this game/ training exercise where one of them would hide and the other would try to hunt them down, usually ending in a fight. These games could last anywhere between a few hours to a couple of days. Kung Jin once called it extreme hide and seek. He got stabbed with an icicle for that.
#mortal kombat#takeda takahashi#au#kombat kids#mk10#frost mk#mkx#cassie cage#kombat kid frost au#jacqui briggs#kung jin#mk11
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thanks for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea! go check out her lines here
passing along the no-pressure tag to @ahordeofwasps, @aziz-reads, @ryns-ramblings, @toribookworm22, @bluberimufim, and an open tag for anyone with lines to share
have (more than) 9 lines (i can't count) from the Untitled Cyberwitch WIP:
“You could’ve told me, at any point, and you decided it was better to just… disappear?”
“You would’ve tried to help.”
“And that would’ve just been so fucking horrible.” They need to stop. The heat behind V’s eyes, the tightness in their throat tells them that they need to stop. “We were friends, Jules. You were my…” The words won’t come out.
Jules hadn’t been their boyfriend; V's never had those. But he’d been someone — someone V would think about when he wasn’t around. Someone who made V want to be strong, and held them when they couldn’t be strong anymore. The only one who knew V’s secrets — more than anyone else, more than Jacqui. Jules was the only one V’d thought to call when they’d overdosed in that abandoned tenement.
V’d never had a word for Jules. They still don’t.
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The Overnight Reckoning.
Chapter Eight: Written in My Stars
Summary: The aftermath of the walker attack has left you and Daryl exhausted. You'd barely gotten sleep the night before, and it does nothing with the reality of the situation at hand. Is the camp's safety screwed to hell? What's next for the Quarry folk?
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Series Masterlist | Playlist
Chapter Warnings: typical twd horror, mentions of walkers/dead bodies, some violence
wc: 7.3k
After the night you all had in camp, the day ahead was, unsurprisingly, looking even longer.
The whole thing began later in the evening, hours after Daryl and the guys had left to return to Atlanta for Merle, who'd been handcuffed to a roof in the city.
Boy, were they in for a surprise upon returning.
You, along with the familiar members of the group had been enjoying a quiet night around the campfire, hands warmed by the fire despite the cooler temperatures.
Elbows propped up on your knees, you reached to the flames, palms absorbing the crackling heat of the fire. Usually, the fires at night were kept low, as not to draw attention from afar. This time, thanks to Morales, who built up the stones around their fire pit, the flames were bigger, therefore spreading more warmth amongst you all in the chilled air.
“Hey, Morales,” calling over to the man who'd been the reason for this warmth, “Thanks for building up the fire pit so we could have the flames higher. It’s really helping.”
“Oh yeah of course. I just.. didn’t want to hear Ed complain about it being too cold anymore, but," he glanced around for a moment, “He isn’t even around, so enjoy the warmth and silence while it lasts.”
Your eyebrows lift slightly when he mentions the abusive asshole that is Ed Peletier, and the events from earlier replaying in your mind.
A violent image in the back of your mind scratches the surface.
Hope I never have to see that prick’s smug face again after what he’s done to that woman and her daughter.
Before the more graphic images from today wedge their way into your thoughts, your eyes squeeze shut, grounding yourself to recognize the discussions of the group you’re surrounded by.
With the skill of both Amy and Andrea, the sisters had caught enough fish to feed the whole group that evening. You all had been enjoying a fulfilling meal whilst in the company of one another, sat between Jacqui and Lori, tuning into the friendly conversations while shoveling every morsel of food on your plate into your mouth.
Sure, the fish was bare of any flavor or seasoning, but you appreciated its way to sustain you and halt the incessant hunger poking at your brain.
Since the fish fry gave you all fresh, hot food, you decided to deal with the plain taste and be grateful for that moment. Surrounded by kind people and their company presently made your eyes soften as you devoured your meal.
As soon as you'd finished, the sound of Dale's voice rambling on about some Faulkner quote grabbed your attention. Silence rings out as he finishes speaking, eyes darting around awkwardly at the lack of sound, until someone speaks.
“You are so weird..” Amy’s one liner makes Carl and the other kids laugh as they finish up their food.
“It’s not me, it’s Faulkner, William Faulkner. Maybe my bad paraphrasing..”
The chuckling ceases, quiet dimming over the group, while the younger blonde stands up, gaining the attention of her sister.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here..”
This time, more of the group giggles at her remark as she trails back to dale’s winnebago. sipping at her beer again, Andrea tries to stifle her own laughter. A few moments pass, hearing the door fling open, Amy’s voice trailing from where she stood.
“We’re out of toilet paper?” is the last thing she says before a shrill scream leaves her, and Andrea is turning towards the sound faster than she can register who it is that’s screaming.
You don’t know what’s worse in the moment: the fact that Amy had got bit or the walkers treading into camp. A drop in your stomach makes your heart beat faster with your adrenaline pumping, hand reaching for the knife sheathed at your hip. Your eyes dart to everyone around you, grabbing each other and running in the opposite direction.
Walkers flooded into the camp, bombarding the area and wiping out any idea of a safe haven you had found here. Suddenly, the pit in your stomach makes the internal sounds in your mind overtake any sounds outside of your head, heart pumping louder now.
The sound of Ahane's shotgun hadn't helped your grasp on the situation at hand, until you realize the chaos that's broken out. It's not until your eyes lock on the group huddled together a few feet away, heading for the r.v. as safely as possible.
Morales was swinging a bat at the dead to take down the ones surrounding him, running for the group as they advanced.
Just before there were more walkers in camp than living people, the sounds of multiple gunshots rang out from further away. Searching for the source of the shooting, your eyes gazed over to the four familiar men who had gone to the city earlier in the day.
Daryl, Rick, Glenn and T-dog trampled up the hills of the Quarry just in time to step in and help Shane and the others take out each and every one of the small herd.
To see Daryl back and alive was the only thing you could think about, as a slow smile made its way onto your face.
Then you remembered they went to the city for Merle, and he wasn't with them.
You had no idea what Daryl had seen out there, much less if he saw what happened to his brother, and where he was.
Silence rang out, pulling everyone's attention to Andrea and who she was crouched over. Amy had bled out from the bites on her skin just moments ago, the life draining from her body in her sister's arms.
Grief was upon the group for the first time, and the way it had all happened was so hideous, nobody spoke for the rest of the night.
That night was one of the longest you'd had since being in the camp. restlessness came from the images of walkers in your head any minute you'd dozed off to sleep.
Though, morning finally came, and it was time to wrangle up all the bodies for disposal.
Ed Peletier was one of the unfortunate-fortunate victims of the attack last night, as well as Amy Harrison, and some others you didn't know who'd gotten bit or bled out from their injuries.
Daryl rose the next morning bright and early, the look on his face pensive as he got right to work helping the other men clean up the camp.
Drained from last night with a lack of sleep, you didn't dare go near any of the corpses, heading directly over to the other side of camp, where Lori, Jacqui and a few others sat and ate their breakfast.
Your surroundings felt surreal, eyes heavy with each blink and attempt to stay awake. Unsteady feet shuffled over to where some of them sat, out of view of everything happening on the other side of camp, for some peace of mind.
"Hey, morning. You alright? Sleep any last night?" Her voice was soft and sweet, unlike the violent images that had kept you up since before the sun rose. Your mouth opens to answer, but a yawn comes tumbling out before you can.
"I'll take that as a no." Lori was quick to grab a mug with hot coffee in it for you, watching you take a seat on the grass, palms covering your eyes as your legs crossed.
"Uh... no.. no, I uh, couldn't sleep. Tried to, but every time my eyes closed, I'd just wake up again. Fucking nightmares..." Cursing low enough so Carl wouldn't hear, your head lifted as her footsteps approached. Lori sat down next to you, the warm mug in her hand being given to you.
"Well, if you can't sleep, just try to get through the day, okay? Here, coffee."
"Mmm.. coffee." The warmth spread through your fingers, its strong scent wafting into your body as you took a sip. "Thanks, Lor. This'll help, maybe I'll get better sleep later."
Lori's hand rubbed your shoulder before walking back over to Carl and walking him over to a different part of camp.
There you sat, legs crossed with the cup of warm liquid in your hands, sipping slowly until your mug was empty. Caffeine ran through your veins now, prompting you to pull your still somewhat tired figure from the ground.
After a while, some of your group gathered a distance away from Andrea, who was still crouched over her sister's body. Dried blood covered her shirt and arms, some was even in her straw-blonde hair. The sight of her like this was something you hadn't expected.
Just a few feet to the left, Daryl was hunched over, plunging a pickaxe into the deceased bodies, in prevention of their reanimation. The one he'd just pulled the axe out of had been a random walker that came out of the woods. Dragging it over to where T-dog stood, he grabbed the other side of the corpse, hauling it into a pile of burning walkers.
Lori finally walks away from Andrea, trying to explain enough to her that makes her say something, anything. She hadn't spoken since Amy died in her arms.
You currently sat near Dale and Rick, accompanied by a few others, observing Andrea's state of shock from over by one of the campfires.
"She's been there all night. What do we do?"
"Can't just leave Amy like that. We need to deal with it, same as the others."
"I'll tell her how it is."
Rick sauntered over to Andrea, speaking in a low, calm voice, until she abruptly turned towards the sheriff, pointing her gun at him.
The only thing Rick could do after seeing the pistol aimed at him was apologize profusely to her, as he backed away tentatively.
He'd turned back to the group before letting out a sigh, with the shake of his head. You stood up, glancing at Shane and the others before speaking.
"I don't think we should bother her, not right now. She's still in shock, which is why she reacted that way, same thing when Lori tried to talk to her, too. She's in a fragile state. The only thing that's gonna help her is time."
"And how do you know that?" Shane questioned, narrowing his eyes at your sudden outburst of knowledge. Besides the fact that Shane's remarks towards you were always misogynistic, he never asked you anything about yourself.
"Believe me, or don't believe me, but I studied trauma and psychology in college, it's what my Master's degree is on. You're not the only one that knows shit, Shane."
"Oh, pardon me." He only sat back down, watching you roll your eyes and sit back down.
It was then you saw Daryl wander over into the part of camp you're at, pickaxe still over his shoulders. His skin was covered in blood and dirt and who knows what else for who knows how long, butting his way into the conversation.
"Y'all can't be serious. The dead girl's a time bomb."
"What do you suggest?" Rick's drawl questioned Daryl's words, taking a step closer to Rick before lowering his voice pointedly.
"Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here!" Daryl continued on with reasons as to why they should, but Lori interrupted him.
"No. For Gods sakes, let her be." Lori sat down, also covered in dirt and blood from moving bodies. Daryl scoffs in disbelief as he walks away, too hyped up in his own anger to have a civil conversation at the moment.
He makes his way over to where Morales and Glenn are moving bodies into separate piles. Daryl leans down to help morales with one of them, dragging it into a certain area before Glenn calls out at them.
"Wait- What are you guys doing? This is for geeks, our people go over there." Glenn points to a pile a bit to the left of where they had dropped the body in the first place.
"What's the difference? They're all infected." Daryl's strained voice speaks, looking at Glenn before he's speaking again, his voice breaking a bit as he repeats himself.
"Our people go in that row, over there. We don't burn them! We bury them. Understand? Our people go in that row over there."
Daryl and Morales pick up the body again, and after the weight of it left his grip, he walked off with a huff of hot air and anger.
"Y'all left my brother for dead! You had this comin'!"
Daryl can't help but let himself become heated over the slightest thing, having returned from the city without his brother only set him off more.
He doesn't get far, overhearing Jacqui claim that Jim had been bitten, approaching with concern and a few other people in the surrounding area. You stood close by, next to Glenn as you watched Daryl pull Jim's shirt up as T-dog restrained his arms, revealing the bloody bite on his ribs.
"Oh, shit." You mutter under your breath, almost stunned to see that the group was going to lose another one of its members, after the night you all had.
The next course of action was to figure out what to do with Jim and Amy, who still hadn't reanimated in her sister's arms yet.
Though, Daryl suggested that they take out Jim and Amy to be done with the group's situation as fast as possible. When you overheard this, it made your eyes widen at the words you heard from someone you thought of as your friend. Your thoughts about what Daryl had said weren't lost on you, but the decision to keep them inside was probably the best one at the moment.
"Zero tolerance for walkers. Or them to be."
It's then that Rick mentions the CDC, the fact that they could be working on a cure.
Of course the next thing out of Shane is that it's a stretch, and that the group should head to the army base at Fort Benning, instead. The only thing about that was that it was about 100 miles in the opposite direction than they were now.
"The CDC is our best chance, and Jim's only chance."
Daryl gets so frustrated at the constant back and forth arguing about what the group should do, that another instinct takes over him in a form of harsh rage.
"You go lookin' for aspirin, do what you need to do. Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!" Overlapping yells sound out as Daryl lurches towards Jim with his pickaxe raised, hearing the click of Rick's gun.
"Hey, hey, hey! We don't kill the living."
Turning his head towards Rick, eyes scowling as his voice lowers.
"That's funny, comin' from a man who just put a gun to my head."
Shane finally convinces him to drop the axe, trudging off in a huff to get rid of more bodies. You saunter through camp, gazing over at Andrea, Dale next to her now. You had wondered where Daryl was, until you spot him stood behind Carol as she plunged the axe he'd been holding into her dead husband's head.
Damn, Carol. He was awful to you as a husband, but you cry over his death. Strange, but endearing. How you can have compassion for someone after they treated you like that.
Your thoughts tore your eyes away from the scene, remembering how it was to lose someone like that before. Shaking your head to focus on the world around you once again, the RV came into view again.
A shot rang out from where you had been looking, assuming Amy finally reanimated and was put down by her sister. The realization washed over you, in a way you didn't like.
To pass some time, you holed up in your tent for a while, entranced with the book you'd been reading when Daryl had interrupted. About an hour or two passed before Lori checked on you in your tent, telling you how they're going to bury the bodies.
Soon enough, your boots are on again, laced up as you step out of your tent, catching up with Lori and the others as you walk down in a group to where they've already dug the holes. As you tread down the hill, past the truck with glenn and carl, you overhear Daryl arguing with the two sheriffs.
"These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are."
"There are no rules."
Lori butts in then, in defense of the group.
"Well, that's a problem. We haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn, and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do."
You notice Daryl chewing on the inside of his cheek as he listens to Lori speak.
Andrea goes first, dragging Amy's body into the grave, placing her head lightly on the ground as she saunters away, shaken up and sniffling from crying. It's then that all the other people drag the rest of the bodies into the hole in the ground. There's a moment of silence, and then the men begin to shovel the dirt over the corpses.
As you all walk back to camp, the constant cries and sniffles of tears is heard, as Daryl saunters behind you, your fingers wiping away the tears that managed to slip down your face.
Before more threaten to drop from your eyes, you scurry away from the group in a hurry, hiding out behind the Winnebago.
You hear some muttering from Rick and Shane about the severity of their situation, waiting patiently for their bickering to cease. After it came to a halt, and their agreement stood, they hauled off into the forest to search for stray geeks possibly roaming around.
With the work around camp halted, you grew bored with no tasks to do. You thought of picking your book up again, but instead you wandered around camp until finding the archer peering at everyone sat around the campfire.
"Daryl?" you happen to startle him, twitching slightly as your words broke the silence.
"What'dya want?" Daryl's voice is gruff and low, with a hint of frustration growing in his gut. Truth was he'd been in a bad mood ever since arguing with Rick earlier.
"Do you know if we're um- staying here, or- or leaving? Cause after everything that happened, I don't know what we're gonna do-"
"Man, why don't you ask someone who cares? I ain't in charge around here, girl.. Don't bother me for shit I don't know." Daryl threw his arm in the air, aggravated in the moment and getting revved up, his voice raised, startling you to some extent.
Your shoulders dropped at the realization of a different side of Daryl coming out to play. You had no clue he'd be rash to you, like he is to everyone else. Though, you never thought you'd be on the back end of the harshness.
"I-I just thought you might have known..." You sigh, becoming a bit intimidated of him, "Sorry for annoying you."
He watches your face drop, heaving a sigh from your chest in your turn away from him.
Daryl chokes, when he realizes just what he's said to you and how he's said it. It's not what he meant in the moment, letting his ego and rage take over instead of calming down before talking with you.
Walking away from daryl, you spotted everybody gathered around the largest campfire pit, as Rick and Shane returned from their outing finally. Walking over behind Glenn, you listen intently as Shane goes on about how he trusts Rick's instincts, and that the most important thing was to stay together.
"Those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning, okay?"
Everyone nodded, the agreement set as the group turned in for the evening.
Before the night sky made its way darkening the forests, Daryl headed out in the woods, tracking the path he'd made previously, carrying a can of gas as well as his bow to keep himself safe.
Soon enough, he'd made it all the way back to where Merle had left their truck, the same one with his motorcycle on the trailer. Sure enough, the camouflage had done its job in protecting the rest of their supplies in the truck bed. When Daryl rummaged through one of the bags, he found a leather jacket and vest, one with two angel wings on the back. He rummaged through enough of everything and compiled what he found to be useful, and shoved it all into a bag.
Daryl decided the only thing worth driving back to camp was the bike, so he'd taken it down from the trailer, using the gas can to fill up the tank. After starting the engine, a sound he hadn't heard since before the world ended, he drove off with his belongings and a slight smile on his face.
If Daryl Dixon was going to survive the apocalypse, he figured why not ride in style?
After returning to camp, Daryl cooked up the rest of his squirrel for dinner that night. On account of not apologizing for snapping at you earlier in the day, he would have to make you squirrel stew another time. A promise he was willing to keep to you.
In doing so, he would also have to apologize before they left, since Daryl didn't want to have any reason not to talk to you.
You were the reason he was with this group, after all. He was grateful in a way, that things ended up the way they did.
Daryl spent the evening packing up the inside of his tent, wanting it to be the last thing he puts away before they hit the road tomorrow. The bag he'd packed was tossed in the winnebago with everyone else's.
Exhausted from the day's prior events and holed up in his tent for the night, Daryl decided to pull his journal out and jot down some of the thoughts he'd had today.
Day eight
We're finally leavin the Quarry, heading to the CDC tomorrow. Thank fuck, I hated stayin' out there in the open. Not to mention the walker outbreak got to Jim. Don't know how to deal if anyone else dies. Feels like I need to protect them all now. Y/n was terrified though, the night before. I guess there's more to her than just another scared person. I mean, we're all scared more or less. But she's tough. She deserves more of a life than just some damn camp. They all do.
Daryl closed his pen in the book, shoving it into his bag once again as he drifted off to sleep the minute his eyelids closed.
Before he knew it, birds chirped and the daylight shone through his tent, waking him a little before rising and realizing that everyone was probably up already. His cot was the last thing to pack up, exiting the tent to put it in the trunk, before he saw you lingering around T-dog and Andrea, as the group gathered to hear what Shane had to say.
Daryl got closer to hear as well, overhearing him explain how to get the group's attention on the road. It's then that Morales is speaks up to say they won't be joining them on the road, mentioning family in birmingham, before Rick and Shane are handing them a gun and half a box of ammo for the road.
The group says their goodbyes as Daryl watches you trail off to pack up the rest of your stuff.
This was his chance, to apologize, for everything.
"Hey, uh, you got a minute?" Daryl's fiddling with his hands, anxious in the moment to how you'll take his apology, wondering if this is the very last chance he'd ever have to talk to you.
You aren't facing Daryl when he calls out to you, not really thinking he would even talk to you after the events of the other day. Though, your eyes brighten the moment you do see him, turning your body to face him with a backpack slung over your shoulder. He's dressed in his usual brown pants and boots, a maroon (probably sleeveless) flannel under his leather jacket and vest. Mouth falling slightly open, you hesitate before speaking.
"Daryl? What're you doing here? I... assumed you didn't want to speak to me again after what you said yesterday." A puzzled look scattered across your face, wondering why he approached you on the last day in camp.
Daryl looks different, but you can't figure out why he does.
"N-Nah, I uh," Daryl paused, clearing his throat before continuing, "I came here to talk about that, actually."
A hand of yours pushes the hair in front of your face behind your ear as you look to him, eyebrows raised the slightest bit.
"Okay, so talk." One of your shoulders slips the bag off as you sit down on a nearby log, Daryl doing the same. Your hands rub down your pant legs, only slightly nervous at what he had to say.
"I-I know I was rude to ya, an' I just wanted to say 'm sorry. You don't deserve to be treated like that. It's- everything that's been happenin' recently's got me on edge all the time, so much that I don't get a lotta sleep. Maybe a couple hours here and there but, I don't wanna lose your friendship over somethin' that stupid. I really didn't mean it."
The tone of his voice was genuine and sweet, like he had put so much thought into apologizing to you. It warmed your heart, breaking whatever part of you was still upset with him.
"Oh.. Daryl, it-it's alright. I forgive you." you speak, Daryl's frustration with himself scratching the surface.
He finally looked up from his hands to you, light in his eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, promise. Friends make mistakes, you're a good one, Daryl. Just be careful next time, since I am the one who knocked your brother out. I could probably do the same to you, so just watch your back."
A sly smirk plastered on your face, knowing you'd never actually hurt him, even if you tried to. You just couldn't risk any imperfections on that face of his.
You realize then: Daryl looks different because he's wearing a leather jacket and vest, and it suits him in a way that lets you read him like a book.
"I don' know 'bout that.. but it'd be fun to see ya try." The both of you chuckle, smiled glances being shared, feeling like forever in those moments of eye contact. Every time you peek away though, you're pulled back to reality.
Daryl's studying your body language before he speaks again, his words coming out easier than the apology.
"There's somethin' else I wanted to ask ya, too." Rubbing the back of his neck, sore from how he'd slept on it.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"I'm drivin' this bike of mine to the CDC, and was wonderin' if you'd wanna ride with me."
"You ride bikes?"
"Well, do I look like I drive them tacky sport cars? Hell yeah, I ride bikes."
That drawl of his comes clear and present in his words, just the sound of him speaking has an effect over you.
"Definitely not. I just didn't know you were that type of guy."
"What typ'a guy did you take me for?" Daryl's curious now, wanting to know more about himself from your point of view.
"Just- nothing," you scoff, "But the answer to your question? Is hell yeah, I'll ride with you."
Daryl Dixon, a motorcycle man, it all made sense now.
You shake your head and scoff, accepting the invitation of riding a bike for the first time in years.
Daryl's eyes raise just the slightest bit at your acceptance of his question, catching him off guard. His chest felt lighter, filled with some different type of feeling, as he realized you'd be pressed up against his back while on his bike.
He raises from the log, Daryl watches you wander over to one of the edges of camp that led down to the quarry.
"Alright, I parked her out by everyone else's vehicles, an' they're all heading out pretty soon. Ya wanna go now?"
"In a minute. i just love this view, don't think I've seen anything like it since before. I'm gonna miss it.. just this pretty part, though. I don't think I could stay another night out here." You say with a sigh, Daryl's blue eyes taking in your expression.
You were right, the view was gorgeous. But to Daryl, you were becoming a better view to him every day.
Not only were your features alluring in the way you held yourself, it had also been the moments during conversation where you spoke to him like he was the only person around.
The moment of silence passed as you hear Shane calling out from where everyone had piled into their cars.
"C'mon, let's move out." Shane says to the group, extra loudly since spotting the two of you out by the edge.
"Oh, shit. We'd better go." You look to Daryl, his eyes tearing away from your figure as you begin treading towards the cars.
Everyone heads to their vehicles, taking one last glance at the place the group had called home for the past few months. A content smile on your face, you tread behind the archer heading to his bike.
Daryl swung his leg over the seat, pressing his weight into the bike as he sat, watching you do the same. The engine roared with the turning of his key.
The rumble of his bike's engine sent your mind into nostalgia, remembering the time your father had taken you out riding for the first time. Sat on this bike with daryl made the two realities shift together in your brain, finding comfort in sharing the joy of bikes with him.
"Ohh, I haven't heard that sound in such a long time.. Do you know how long it's been since I've been on a bike, Dixon?"
He looked back to you, eyes filled with something different.
It was bright, more alive, and stronger.
This was not the Daryl Dixon you found in the woods with his skeevy brother that day.
No, this Daryl Dixon had lost and found greater things in life than he could ever imagine.
"Wait a minute, you're telling me you ride bikes?" Tilting his head to one side, completely in disbelief at what he thinks is true.
Someone like you into something he likes as well?
A rush flows through Daryl, peering into your eyes as the visual excitement scatters across your face. When the corners of his mouth started to turn upward, you knew the gaze in his blues had been hope.
"Hell yeah, I do. Well, used to. Haven't in a long time, but I've been ridin' since I was old enough to drive."
A real laugh flutters from his chest in the moment, filled with content at how you'd so easily became his favorite person ever. He flips his head around, the leather wings on the vest he wore, facing you now.
The way his body is made just for this jacket and vest...
The way it adorned his broad shoulders and muscular back was mesmerizing enough, other than the fact that you couldn't resist tracing the outline of one of the wings with your finger ever so lightly.
The gears on his bike shift, his feet lifting off the ground and onto the clutch pedal, as Daryl drove the bike in line with everyone else's vehicles, heading out of the campsite forever.
The summer sun in its finals hours of light for the day burned bright and hot against your skin. Wind from the speed of Daryl's bike brought a breeze, cooling your body as much as possible.
Since being on the road, your forearms were clutched around Daryl's torso, the rest of your body pulled away from him, rather than pressing your own body against his and make the heat worse.
The leather of his jacket was almost sticking to your skin with how sweltering the Georgia heat had been tormenting the day, as its hours ticked on.
In an attempt to save yourself an awkward conversation of the way you're wrapped around him like that, hunched over while you try to not let your hands rest blatantly on the man's torso. It was awkward, and way too personal for a couple of people who had been getting to know each other.
With that, you let your arms release from wrapped around his waist, hands resting there now and pressing lightly into the jacket's sides, fingertips sticking a bit. Hesitating a further grasp on Daryl, you hadn't wanted to blatantly hold him in a way he didn't like.
The bike jolted forward a bit, and that's when you hear him call back to you.
"Aye, you better hold on tight, we're gonna pick up speed."
Without thinking, the palms of your hands press down on his scantily waist, the sensations of something jolting all over your skin, feeling more like electricity than anything else. Your sensation completely internal, you only stare down at the angel wings on his vest again, before squeezing your eyes shut to try and rid your mind of the thoughts in your brain.
With every mile the two of you rode, the sun shone brightly, warming your skin against the sticky leather of Daryl's jacket.
It's an hour or two before one of the vehicle's horns blares out loudly, pulling the trail of cars to a halt.
"The hell? What's going on?" You ask Daryl, his bike slowing to a stop before seeing people walk out of the Winnebago.
"Dunno, wanna go find out?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure." Your arms retreated from around Daryl's waist, hopping off the bike as you heard its engine halt. The sun was still hot on your necks, burning bright as you walked towards the Winnebago.
"Hang on a sec, I'm comin'." You glanced back as Daryl grabbed his bow from the back of the bike and caught up to you. Walking up to the front of Dale's RV, a bunch of your group members were already standing around. You spot Andrea and Glenn with concerned looks on their faces.
"Hey," you said to the blonde, "What the hell's going on?"
"Something's wrong with the RV, I don't know. Dale and Rick are talking about it over there," She points to where the sheriff and other man are talking.
Walking around the others, you spot Glenn and give him a slight punch on the shoulder before stand next to him. Daryl's glancing around anxiously with his bow in hand, watching the landscape for any incoming predicaments.
"I told you we'd never get far on that hose. I needed the one from the cube van." Dale says to Rick, as the engine continues to smoke and make a slight hissing sound.
"Can you jury-rig it?"
"That's all it's been so far. It's more duct tape than hose. And I'm out of duct tape."
"I see somethin' up ahead," Shane speaks, standing on the other side of the van with T-dog, looking into a pair of binoculars. "Gas station, if we're lucky."
It's then you hear frantic steps coming from inside the Winebago, and Jacqui is the one who steps out in haste.
"Y'all, Jim- it's bad. I don't think he can take any more," She breathlessly states, before retreating back into the RV.
"Hey, Rick, you wanna hold down the fort? I'll drive ahead, see what I can bring back." Shane states, hands on his belt as he looks to his partner.
"Yeah, I'll come along, too. Back you up." T-dog's looking through the same binoculars as Shane was a moment before, vouching to go with him.
"Y'all keep your eyes open, now. We'll be right back." Shane states, before Rick climbs into the RV.
Now left with the remaining members of your group, it seemed like the predicament with Jim wasn't solvable. It was just a matter of time before he died and came back as one of those... things.
Can't imagine what he's goin' through, Daryl thought. It's gotta be the worst thing in the world to die at the hands of a geek.
"Do you think the CDC will be able to save him?" You asked the group, wanting to hold on to any sliver of hope that you had left.
"I think that's a damn pipe dream at this point." Daryl responded, although a part of him wanted to believe differently.
"Come on, you can't really know that..." You responded, wanting to believe in hope for society. A part of you knew that it was only a zero to one hundred shot for any kind of cure.
"Hell if I know CDC's even worth the trip." Daryl scoffed, pacing around.
Before you could retort back to him, Rick emerged from the RV with news about Jim, nervous look on his face.
"So, what's the verdict?" You asked, as Rick looked at everyone standing around.
"He said... he wants us to leave him here."
Your eyes shot towards the sheriff, disbelief at the words coming from him. "He.. what?"
"It's what he says he wants."
"And he's lucid?" Carol asks, concerned for Jim's wellbeing.
"He seems to be. I would say.. yes."
"I would never... go along with callously killing a man.. This doesn't seem right," your words came out in a breath, terrified that your group would just be leaving a man to die on the side of the road.
"Well, I guess we know what Jim wants, there's our answer."
"But we just leave him here? Take off? Man,, I'm not sure I could live with that," Shane says to Rick, before Lori retorts.
"It's not your call. Either one of you."
The next thing you knew, Shane and Rick were carrying Jim out from the RV, laying him down under a tree. The two men insist to him that they don't need to leave him like this, but Jim insisted on it.
"The breeze.. feels nice," Jim stated through shallow breaths, before Jacqui leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
Once more, Rick walked over to the man, "Jim, do you want this?" He asked, offering him a gun to put him out of his misery.
"I'm okay, and you're gonna need that."
The rest of your group shared solemn looks amongst one another, as others said goodbye. You noticed Glenn's expression turn to sadness as he walked away, joining him in walking back to the vehicles on the road. As you walked, you only saw Daryl looking at him from afar, giving him a small nod, then turning to walk back to where you were.
The rest of the drive to the CDC, sat on the back of Daryl's bike, was lengthy and your skin burned under the hot sun. Drenched in sweat, you were sure the archer in front of you was suffering just as much, maybe more than you were. But then again, you were both pushed up against each other on the bike.
When the CDC building came into view, a filthy stench came with it. The rancid smell of a dozen or more dead bodies surrounded your head, and it made you sick to your stomach.
"Ugh, that's the worst thing I think I've ever smelled." You said, hand cupped over your mouth as Daryl's bike slowed down behind the Winnebago and rest of the vehicles.
"Yeah, well we're here," Daryl shut off the bike engine, hopping off as you did the same. Crossbow in hand, he waited for the rest of your group to exit their cars before advancing any closer to the building.
The nonstop buzzing of flies surrounded each of the carcasses, littering the road and lot ahead with unmoving corpses.
"Oh, god." The smell of each rotting body flooded your head, in a way you didn't want it to. "I think I'm gonna be sick..."
But you tried your best to keep whatever food you had in your system down. Breathing through your nose now, you stepped around the bodies, making your way to the building. The whole group coughed at the stench, but persevered anyways.
Keep moving, stay together, was the only thing you could hear in whispered voices amongst the others.
You finally approached the building, glancing behind and around you for walkers or any other kind of threat. There were two white shutters down, blocking any entrance to the building. It seemed like there was nobody there, like your whole journey had been for nothing.
"There's nobody here." T-dog said to Rick, as he hurried around to find another way in.
"Then why are these shutters down?" He banged on the door, until you heard growls coming from behind you.
"Walkers!" Daryl shouted, shooting one with an arrow as the young ones cried out in fear.
"Rick, this is a dead end," Shane stated, walking towards his partner with anger in his voice.
No.. there can't be nothing left... you thought. Having come all this way, on basically nothing- no. There has to be something here for us.
"Where are we gonna go?" Carol said, clutching her daughter in her arms.
"Fort Benning, Rick- still an option." Shane returned his idea to the table.
"On what? No food, no fuel. That's 100 miles!" Andrea retorted, pointing out how royally fucked you all were.
"A hundred and twenty five. I checked the map," Glenn said, shotgun in hand.
"Not helping, dude." You said to Glenn, glancing back at you for a split second.
"Forget Fort Benning, we need a place tonight, now." Lori said, panic in her voice.
Come on, let's just get out of here. We gotta go.. Multiple people said, over each other, beginning to walk back to their vehicles before any more walkers showed up. You noticed Rick standing still, continuously staring at the door.
"The camera- it moved." He stuttered, glancing back at his wife.
"You imagined it," Dale retorted.
"It moved." The sheriff said, taking a few steps closer to the door.
"It's an automated device, it-it's just gears. They're winding down. Now come on.." Shane attempted to drag his best friend back with him, but he persisted nonetheless.
He didn't say anything more, before pounding on the shutter, quite loudly that it probably caught the attention of more walkers.
"Rick, you're gonna attract walkers!" You yelled out, but he didn't listen. Everyone else began yelling out a plead for him to come with you all to leave, to find a better place. Even if there was someone in there, why would they help you all?
"I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Please, we're desperate. Please help us, we have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left." Lori stepped between her husband and the door, trying to pull him away once again. But still, he persisted.
Oh my god, we're out of options. Fuck, fuck fuck.
"Theres nowhere else to go! If you don't let us in, you're killing us! Please! You're killing us!" The tone of Rick's voice is strained and frantic, out of options and this was the only thing he could do.
There's nothing left.. we're stuck out here and quite fucked, if Rick's chasing a pipe dream...
It isn't until Rick pulls himself away from the door that it finally lifts with a loud sound, bright white light shining from the inside.
On reflex, your hand went up to block the light, as everyone's yelling finally diminished with the door opening.
Holy shit.
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